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werewolf!simon 🐺 (bc happy 3,000 followers to me <3)

you met because you were lost in the woods while camping. it wasn't your fault that all of the trees looked the same! but it led you into simon who led you back to his cabin so you could call the park ranger! simon even made you some tea before he called the land-line.

park ranger johnny or 'soap' said that the truck was out of service so it would have to wait until tomorrow. "you can be a gentleman, right simon?" he laughed over the phone. simon grumbled in response, this wasn't going to be the best idea.

it was the full moon after all.

simon allowed you your personal space as he went about his cabin. he even allowed you to use his bed for the evening. you told him that you were fine on the couch! the issue was that the bedroom could be locked from the outside, usually for his own protection. but tonight it was for yours.

"um... mister simon." you said, "i'm sorry that i'm intruding so much."

"it's alright." he got up from his spot in front of the fireplace. he walked past you and rubbed your hair as he went by, "the woods aren't a safe place."

"i was told only deer hang around here."

he chuckled, "you should be more afraid of men." he went to the nearby kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. he opened it with ease and took a sip, "man destroys."

"well." you stepped forward in a daring move, "you're a man and you're taking good care of this place." you swallowed, "i don't think the entire species is doomed."

he chuckled and took another sip, "i'm not a man."

you stilled, "so like an alien."

he put the beer down and pulled away from the counter, "more beast than man. every full moon, beasts like me roam the woods. sometimes we get a little hungry."

"so you would've eaten me?" you swallowed, you balled your fists just in case you had to make an escape.

he approached you, but you were frozen still. instead of touching you with force, it was so gentle. his thumb was dragged down your cheek, "no. i don't hurt pretty things. but i would've snapped my fangs at anything that tried to come near your tent. so for your sake, stay in my room. so i can't hurt you."

you found the courage to touch him back. your fingers dragged down the scar on his face, "but what if they come too close to your home?"

he smiled a little, "i'll give you my shotgun."

you swallowed, "well.. mister simon. maybe i need your protection?" it was better that you had a familiar face around the cabin instead of leaving it all up to chance.

he cupped your face, "i could hurt you."

you shrugged a little, "i'd rather you hurt me then some other man."

he brushed his thumb across your cheek, "well. then i guess i have to be on good behaviour then." then leaned in to kiss you on your forehead, "but i'll need to cover you with my scent."

you were soon stripped, you realized that simon has no sense of modesty. eventually you were tossed on the bed like you were a bag of potatoes. and simon pressed his weight onto you.

you pressed under a man who could easily snap your bones. but instead, you were doing weird beast-esque skin to skin contact. he rubbed up against you.

"mister simon." you squeaked.

"it's just simon."

"are you sure i can't just wear some of your clothes." they would fit.

"nah. gotta get it right into the skin." he said gruffly as he continued to snuggle against you. you didn't know what scent he was putting on you. all you smelt was old spice and aftershave.

usually for simon, he would've been pent up by now. the day was slowly waning. but he found himself getting tired. the usually sharp werewolf was turning into a metaphorical mush. it was like he felt safe in your arms.

the comfort of simon's bed plus your time hiking left you feeling drowsy too. it wasn't long before you both fell asleep. you didn't even feel the man turn into a wolf.

you simply turned to your side and get comfy against the thick hair that covered you. it was like sleeping under one of those expensive shag rugs that rich people had.

that paired with the weighed allowed you to sleep soundly as the full moon passed the sky. you were a relaxing force to this werewolf and you didn't even know it.

the next morning, johnny came by to pick you up but instead found you under the enormous weight of one simon riley. he was soundly snoring and the ranger just chuckled to himself.

"i'll come back later so you don't ma head off."

(this could be expanded on later. i'm calling it the 'howlin' for you' au aka the werewolf au)

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Paper Hearts Part 4

I finished it!! It will have 8 chapters. I'm excited for you guys to see where this goes! I'm still working on Sweet Home Indiana and will be focusing on that until ITS done. Then we'll be back our regularly schedule WIPs.

We have Eddie's big plan and Steve gets his flirt on.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

****

Steve slipped into the kitchen and there in his mother’s neat handwriting was a note telling him that there were leftovers in the fridge and that they would be home again next Friday.

He sighed and opened the fridge. He immediately closed it when he saw what the leftovers were.

Boiled cabbage with chopped bacon and carrots. It wasn’t bad if it was made correctly, but his mother boiled any flavor and nutrients out of the poor vegetables and then tossed in cooked bacon to hide its sins.

He opened the cupboard and pulled out a small can of Campbell’s chicken noodle soup and made that. He was craving the sodium. Eddie’s beef was good to get his body to stop shaking, but he had sweat so much he needed to replenish the salt he’d lost.

Once Steve had eaten and drank another glass of water he went to go get a shower and get ready for bed. It was no use trying to get back to his homework now. He had managed to blow up his whole evening by getting lost.

He had no idea how he got to Forest Hills or even why his feet carried him there in the first place. He could feel the weariness seeping into his bones from running for so long.

He undressed and got under the scorching water, letting the heat carry away his pains. His mind ran through all the things that Munson had done for him. The guy had no reason to be nice to him, but he had been more than gracious.

Then it hit him. Munson had called him Stevie, and without thinking Steve had called him Eds.

Eds.

Where the fuck did that come from? They weren’t friends, they could barely be considered acquaintances. Was his brain reaching out to the guy subconsciously? Is that why he ended up at the trailer park? Everyone knew that’s where Munson lived. Who knew how many times the guy had been called trailer trash, but the older teen seemed to rise above the insult.

Steve shook his head, spraying water everywhere. Just because Munson picked up lost sheep, didn’t mean he’d be willing to taken in an injured wolf. Because that’s what he was, reformed or not, Steve would never be a sheep. He would always be a wolf. A predator.

But at least as a wolf he could protect those kids with everything he had. And he would, even if it killed him.

The water had long since turned cold by the time Steve stepped out of the shower. He completed his after shower routine mostly on autopilot as he kept going over his interactions with both Munson men. He didn’t really have good interactions with dads or in this case uncles. But Munson’s uncle Wayne treated him with kindness and he could see where the older boy got it from.

He dressed into his pajamas and slid under the covers. He rolled over on his back and tucked one arm under his pillow, staring up at the ceiling.

Steve thought back to the apology. One Munson really didn’t have to give but did anyway. He thought about the other jocks that bragged about hurting his hand. He held it up and looked at the fading bruise. It wasn’t as though he was even basketball anymore. Hurting his hand wouldn’t do anything but make it hard to do his homework and all he had to do is show his teachers his hurt hand and he’d get extensions for that. Like he had for his concussion last November.

But then again Tommy H. never had reasons for the people he hurt either. He just liked the power he got seeing the person helpless.

He placed his hand over his heart and let himself drift off the sleep, brown eyes and dark curls haunting his dreams.

****

Eddie had originally bought the red heart for himself like he had told the two juniors. But staring at it now, he had a better plan for it. Because that last wall, that last bastion of defense crumbled to ashes when he realized that despite the fancy car, the big house, and the expensive clothes, Steve Harrington was more like Eddie than he thought possible.

Wayne’s approval of the boy cemented that for him. Because if he could take one look at Steve and decide he was worth saving, then Eddie raring to go full steam ahead for a rescue mission.

Eddie could tell that the hearts were made from simple construction paper, like the kind found just about anywhere. He knew it would be technically cheating to just simply make more instead of buying them, but he had no intention of contributing to a dance he was never going to go to because one, it wasn’t his year; two, the whole gay thing; and three, the one person he would want to go with if the gay thing wouldn’t get him hate crimed, wouldn’t give him the time of day.

Well, all right, that might have changed with the whole rescuing him from wandering alone in the dark thing.

He forgave Eddie about being a dumbass, so maybe there was hope for, at the very least, a vast decrease in hostility. And he was willing to take what he could get.

He decided to wait until tomorrow after school to get the construction paper and hope that the high school hadn’t bought up the town’s supply.

On his way out the next morning, Wayne stopped him.

“You don’t have to tell me, son,” he said gently, “but you got feelings for that boy?”

Eddie froze and turned slowly to face his uncle. “What gave you that idea?”

Wayne chuckled and shook his head fondly. “Boy, when you’d go on rants about the Harrington boy, you’d describe his floppy hair, his hazel eyes and how unfairly good looking the kid was. I didn’t say anything because it did sound like he’d been a bit of an ass. Only after last night I got to thinking and was wondering is all.”

Eddie closed his eyes and opened them slowly. He let out a long shuddering breath, his bottom lip quivering.

“I–I don’t...” he closed his eyes again. This wasn’t Al. He wasn’t going to get beat for admitting it, but still it was so hard to say. So he just nodded.

Wayne came up and wrapped his arms around his nephew. “It’s a hell of a lot tougher batting for the other team, but I trust your judgment. Just promise me that if he shows signs of liking you back, you take the chance to tell him how you feel because...”

“You miss one hundred percent of the chances you don’t take,” they said together.

Eddie dropped his bag to the floor and hugged him back. “I know, old man. But I promise if there is a chance, I’ll be brave enough to take it.”

“Get going,” Wayne said, voicing cracking with emotion.

He pulled back and nodded. He reshouldered his backpack and got in his van.

He had a lot to think about and that really wasn’t conducive to paying attention in class or to his friends as they talked about their upcoming D&D session.

Gareth kicked his shin causing him to yelp.

“What the fuck, dude?” Eddie hissed.

“What the fuck is up with you?” Gareth hissed back. “You’ve been going on and on about the mind flayer for weeks and now that it’s literally this weekend, and you’re off in some other realm.”

Eddie blinked at him for a moment before his brain came back on. He shook his head to clear it.

“Yeah, sorry, man,” he said around a pretzel. “Weird night last night.”

“What happened?” Jeff asked, tilting his head to the side.

So Eddie told them. “He was like a ghost, guys. If Wayne hadn’t seen him too, I would have thought I was hitting Mary Jane a little too hard, you know?”

“I didn’t realize he was getting bullied,” Brian said, frowning. “I would have thought with Hargrove giving the dude a wide berth, that everyone else would have too.”

“Untouchable,” Jeff agreed. “The fact that jocks are now splintering into factions tells you what kind of control Steve actually had on them.”

Eddie rubbed his chin. “I don’t know how true this is, but if Harrington wasn’t lying, he’s a real sweetheart, too.”

Then he leaned forward and explained about the pink heart scheme.

“So,” Gareth said, steepling his fingers and resting his chin on them, “you’re telling us is that we have been seriously remiss in our duties in collecting lost sheep.”

The older teen sighed and shook his head. “I’d like to collect him, but I’m afraid the wolves might decide to rip him apart before we got him to safety if we tried.”

Jeff winced. He knew what Eddie was talking about. Steve Harrington wasn’t the usual lost sheep. He might be bullied now, but as King, Harrington had run far too long with the wolves to think that they could protect him one hundred percent of the time.

“So what are we going to do?” Brian asked. “Because if we let this slide, we’re throwing our lot in with the bullies and that’s something I refuse to do.”

A grin spread out over Eddie’s face, closed lips and dimples entrenched into his cheeks. “We’re going to make the school think that he’s just as popular as he ever was.”

The other three boys looked at each other in confusion.

“So what have you got?” Gareth asked, his own grin starting to take over his face.

****

Eddie made sure to get to class early so he could see where Steve was going to sit. He tried to tell himself it was about the dude’s hand, but it wasn’t working. He wanted to see if the former Hawkins royalty would chose to sit with his old friends or by him again.

He didn’t have long to wait. Steve walked in not long after he did, just as the bell rang. He didn’t even look at his old desk near the front and beelined it for the chair he had sat in on Friday.

The teacher picked up on the change immediately and wrinkled her nose. “I am to suppose that you are taking up permanent residence in the back with Mr. Munson, Mr. Harrington?”

Steve half shrugged as he began to pull out his things for class. “I got more work done, Mrs. Dixon and I really want to graduate on time.”

Mrs. Dixon nodded. “Agreed and as long as you continue the level of attention from last week, you are permitted to stay there.”

About half way through class while Mrs. Dixon was grading papers, Tommy H. turned around and kicked Steve’s chair. “Suck up,” he hissed.

Steve puckered his lips and wagged his eyebrows. “Why? Do you want to be next?”

Tommy turned back around, his face bright red.

Eddie raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side as he considered everything about that interaction.

A little blossom of hope sprouted in his chest and he fought to keep it down. Steve had insinuated that other people were gay for years, but to Eddie’s highly trained gay ears, that sounded like Steve was offering to suck Tommy H.’s dick and that Tommy didn’t exactly turn him down.

Curiouser and curiouser, he thought tapping his lips thoughtfully. More research would have to be done.

He pulled out a different notebook, the one he used for campaign notes and song lyrics.

He wrote girls over one column and boys over the other and began tallying what he knew about the former King of Hawkins.

A shit ton went into the Steve liking girls column, but there was surprisingly more in the liking boys column then he would have thought possible. He looked up to catch Steve smirking at him.

Eddie quickly covered his notebook and stuck his tongue out at Steve.

The other boy shook his head and went back to doing the assignment. Eddie was more careful about what he left out in the open because he didn’t want Steve teased for it nor did he want him to see that Eddie was trying to figure him out.

The bell rang and the notebook was suddenly whisked off his desk.

“Hey!” Eddie cried, looking up to see Steve dancing away with the notebook teasingly. “Stevie!” He grabbed his bag and chased after the other boy. But the other boy was a jock and Eddie was wheezing for breath by the time he caught up with him at his locker.

“Give that back,” he huffed.

Steve gave him a bright smile and handed it back. “I just made a minor addition.”

Eddie frowned as he flipped through the pages but didn’t see anything. Steve took it back and turned to the correct page and leaned close so that only Eddie could hear.

“I trust you’ll keep my secret,” he whispered and then dropped to one knee to start getting into his locker.

Eddie gulped at the sight and turned to the paper to avoid saying something stupid. There in bold capital letters under his girls/guys columns was the word BOTH.

He looked up at Steve who had stood up. Steve winked at him and then walked away, leaving a shocked Eddie behind.

****

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𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓭𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮

pairing: hongjoong x reader au: non idol | college | genre: angst word count: 979 words summary: your relationship with Hongjoong slowly begins to dwindle due to his girl best friend and you still can't help but feel like it's your fault. a/n: some swearing

Hongoong and you sat on the couch in your shared apartment with your friend. Finally, you were spending time together, as the whole summer he was busy with his friends, especially his childhood best friend Kat. Every time you asked your boyfriend to hang out, something happened to Kat.

" oh sorry sweetie, Kat still needs me"

"oh, can we reschedule? Kat said she needed my help"

"oh - I'm sorry my love, I'm already going with Kat and the boys."

You had your friends, of course, but the plans with Hongjoong that were made prior seemed to have slipped his mind once Kat begged for his attention. The phone vibrating slipped you back to reality, and seeing the contact on his phone, you rolled your eyes before sitting up.

Hongjoong frowned at your reaction as he answered the phone, "Hey Kat what's up?"

You left the couch, heading to the kitchen to try and calm down. Of course, she would call as soon as she realized where he's at. Pain tugged at your heart as you heard him on the phone, promising to visit her.

"yn?" he called out.

You didn't answer, your lips trembling as you tried your best to hold in your cries. You've tried your best to get along with Kat but all your actions were shot down and just cries wolf.

" I'm so sorry baby- hey what's wrong?"

You shook your head, wiping your tears from your eyes as you gave him your best smile. He held you in place, his arms resting on your waist.

"Nothing, I'll see you later yes?" You mumbled, pecking his cheek.

He kissed you on the forehead and mumbled an "I love you" before he headed out. Now you stand in the kitchen, alone, tears flowing down freely.

-

Hongjoong couldn't shake the feeling that followed him as he reached Kat's apartment. He stayed in his car, pondering on going in or returning to you. He could see how upset you were for him picking Kat over you. He thought you'll understand considering that she's his childhood friend.

"oh, Hyung!"

Hongjoong looked up, seeing Jongho and San waving him down. Exiting his car he went up to them smiling.

" did you finally break up with yn? The poor thing was crying when we dropped Mingi off. It was kinda awkward considering we're mutual friends." San asked.

" yeah, Mingi was furious though. To be fair - you barely seen her all summer. She should have gotten the message with how much you've been running to Kat." Jongho said, munching on the apple he had in his hand.

Hongjoong eyebrows furrowed in confusion. " what are you talking about? Yn and I are still very much together."

San and Jongho looked at each other before looking back at Hongjoong. " and why was she crying? I just left her apartment. Kat called me saying it was an emergency."

San scoffed, "Emergency my ass. Dude, are you serious? "

" yeah, I never broke up with her."

" sure as hell don't show it. How are you going to drag yn along as it's very clear that Kat is doing this to hurt her." Jongho spoke.

" Kat would never, she knows how much yn means to me. She would never -"

" oh hongjoongie! You made it!" Kat cried out, rushing over to the 3 males who stood around the parking lot.

San and Jongho left without bidding goodbye - never really liking Kat. Kat ignored them as well, smiling brightly as she tugged on Hongjoong's arm to head inside.

" what's the emergency, Kat? I left yn apartment -"

" oh - just that uhm "

Hongjoong pulled his arm back, Kat trying her best to come up with something on the spot. She knew he was there - his location was clearly being shown. She hated yn - it was a known thing to everyone but Hongjoong. Entering their apartment, Hongjoong stood by the door wanting to make a quick exit.

" Kat," Hoongjoong said, crossing his arms.

" god, you're so fucking oblivious Hongjoong. Can't you see how much I've tried to take you away from yn? Everyone else does! It's why they refuse to come and hang out with us!"

Hongjoong stood there shocked. The affection that Kat had shown Hongjoong throughout the years finally makes sense as he recalls them.

"Why would you? Yn has been nothing but nice to you!" Hongjoong yelled back, furious now as he hurt you the most without even realizing it.

" she's a dumb bitch but I'll give her some credit. She does love you. She's like some lovesick puppy who'll wait for their owner who abandoned them." Kat spat, clearly angered that someone truly loves him like she does.

Hongjoong scoffed, "No I'm the dumb one. I kept running back to you, thinking I could salvage our relationship. I was wrong"

Turning to leave her apartment, ignoring her screams for him to come back as he tried to call you.

the number you have dialed does not have a voicemail-

"Please pick up, I'm so sorry my love " Hongjoong mumbled, trying your phone once again.

Once he reached your apartment Mingi was the one who answered. Anger was evident on his face as he saw Hongjoong.

"Please I got to speak to her. "

" she doesn't want to talk to you," Mingi said before slamming the door.

You sat on the couch, tears freshly dried as Mingi came around and sat beside you.

"Who was it?" you asked, taking a bit of your ice cream.

" oh, someone had the wrong apartment," Mingi said.

You hummed in response, cuddling up to him as he set your plate aside. Your heart still aching as you texted Hongjoong a final message.

let's break up

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when worlds collide (literally)

Josh Futturman x GN!Reader

Summary: As Josh had the audacity to change the radio station, depriving Wolf of the legendary sounds of Corey Hart, things begin to escalate. Once the car gets out of control, it accidentally collides into you.

Word Count: 2.5k

Content: gender-neutral reader, fluff, based on “We Live in Time”, minor car crash, strange meet cute, cursing, takes place in Future Man S1E04 “A Fuel’s Errand”, Josh drives a car instead of the Lyft, awkward but cute

(A/n: first fluff in MONTHS!!!!!! Thank you guys for being patient with me and still being here <3 In theory I might make a second part with smut but who knows :) i haven’t watched the movie yet so no spoilers please! i love you all, happy reading!)

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“GUYS, FOR THE MILLIONTH FUCKING TIME, this is my dad’s car, so just be extra careful with it, okay?” Hushed Josh as he started the vehicle, setting the GPS to Lyle’s address.

As the trio found their TTD awfully low on Cameronium, Josh, Wolf, and Tiger went on a mission to obtain more. Hearing Tiger describe the biofuel, Josh was completely unable to identify it or its whereabouts. Luckily, he had connections; Josh knew that Tracy, one of the video game store clerks, had an ex-boyfriend, Lyle, who was some sort of chemist. Therefore, he could be a useful source to identify whatever the hell Cameronium was. Soon after retrieving the address, in which Josh had to expose his entire mission to the two unconvinced cashiers, the highly dysfunctional team would be on their way to find Lyle.

“You better not fuck this up again,” Tiger warns petulantly from the backseat (and very unhappy to be, at that), staring daggers at the back of Josh’s head.

“Oh, come on, Tiger, I’ve got us the address!” he reasoned tiredly, trying his absolute best to reinforce his dependability. “Because of me, we’re one step closer to getting our hands on Cameronium!”

Starting the engine, the radio turned on with it. The station was just in the middle of playing ‘Sunglasses at Night’ by Corey Hart, making Wolf’s eyebrows furrow in curiosity.

“What is this music, janitor?” He asks in a gruff voice as Josh drove out of his parking space, letting the GPS guide his way.

“Uhhh, this is Corey Hart,” Josh replies briefly, squinting from the California sun in his eyes, lowering the visor to give them shade.

Wolf continued to listen to the speakers admiringly. Finally something respectable in the year 2017 (which, ironically, was actually from 1983). “I like Corey Hart,” he says, prompting Josh to turn up the volume. He actually and genuinely likes something for once, he thought with relief.

And it was nice to see the previously apathetic sadist enjoy some tunes from the ‘80s, until he discovered the car’s replay button. The institute where Kyle was would be about half an hour away, and for the most part, Wolf had just been replaying the damn song every time it ended.

“Can we just—” Josh sighs as he reached for the skip button, his hand immediately being slapped away from Wolf.

“No.”

YOU WERE SO TOTALLY FUCKED.

Goddammit, did you have to sleep in this morning? This would be the hundredth damn time of the month you’d be late to work, and you couldn’t afford to show up tardy again.

You ran clumsily on the sidewalk, taking frequent sips of your coffee, which was stored safely in a stainless steel tumbler. You were making your way to your workplace as fast as you could, feeling as if your ankles could cramp up anytime. Your boss was quite brutal, and there was a slight chance you could even get fired from being late again, so you ensured that your journey there would be efficient.

After at least a minute of running, you were met with a damn intersection. In response to the light across the street that showed a big, orange palm, you smashed the crosswalk button multiple times and violently, expecting the light to change. And all you could hear was the robotic ‘wait, wait, wait’ every time you slammed it with your fist. God fucking dammit.

Well, actually…

There wasn’t much traffic at all in the intersection. Barely any cars, and even if there were, they would most certainly stop for you. You guessed it wouldn’t hurt if you made a run for it to the other side. Hell, people have done that shit before when you drove, and now it was time for you to cash in your right of way privileges. Would you rather be honked at by an angry driver or face the wrath of your unhinged boss?

Okay. Alright. Fuck this.

Letting your shoes drop from the sidewalk to the asphalt of the street, you began to walk, never once expecting what would happen next.

“Fuck, Wolf, let go of the wheel!” Josh exclaimed in terror as the vehicle skidded and squealed, moving dangerously fast down the narrow road.

“Not until you change it back!” Wolf retorts angrily after Josh had changed the station, tired of the soldier replaying the same damn song for several times in a row.

“Jesus Christ, I don’t even remember the fucking station! And I wouldn’t be able to tell which one it was since the next song is probably already—fuck!”

At the mere sight of you in the middle of the crosswalk, Josh slammed his foot on the brakes, causing a loud squeal from the tires. However, he wasn’t exactly fast enough because the car would collide into you before it would completely stop.

“HOLY FUCK—”

“OH, SHIT!”

***

PAIN WAS QUITE LITERALLY THE ONLY THING that you could feel. Like, everywhere in your entire body. That, and a really shitty migraine.

As you slowly woke up, you could feel an incredibly bright light against your closed eyelids, hearing a blaring, constant ringing in your ear. And when you gradually came to your senses, you could feel various bandages covering your body, wrapped snugly around your tender skin. And you were also…

in a chair.

Your eyes opened instantly. You were in a narrow hallway at a hospital, sat down in a goddamn chair. Some kind of transport chair with small wheels, at least. There was a row of normal chairs across from you. A person in that chair across from you. Also, your posture was literal ass. Why the fuck were you on a goddamn chair instead of an actual bed—

“Oh, shit—” Josh blurted as he realized you were awake, sitting up and fumbling with the objects around him.

You began to acknowledge the appearance of the stranger sitting in front of you, after hearing his sudden, muted curse. He was a young, boyish man, brunette, and there was an almost comical look of extreme fear in his eyes. He immediately sat up from slouching and tapping his foot the second he realized you were awake. Before the interruption, his phone had also been lazily held over his lap, the screen angled towards your line of vision. You quickly recognized that he was playing an online game of sudoku—struggling, as well. And at the moment, you couldn’t think about anything else except for the fact that he needed to place a seven beside that two.

He blinked at you, then noticed your face, whatever expression you had. Your face felt numb, but you presumed it instinctively reflected your internal thoughts, because he somehow read you right away.

“They, uh, they needed the bed back,” the man stuttered out, placing his phone back in his pocket.

Your eyes still scanned the white hallway, slightly turning your head to observe the many doctors and nurses rushing from one place to another. Then you looked back at the man in front of you again, curiously.

“I, uh,” he began once more, presenting a clear plastic bag in front of you. “This is what you had with you. Uh, your phone… which is… a bit cracked, actually. Damn. Uh, wallet. Oh, and uh,” he reached for a bigger item from the ground, holding it up, “a tumbler. Nice stickers, by the way.”

He was… painfully awkward, to say the very least, holy shit.

“U-uh, thanks,” you nodded, feeling your throat dry, as this was the first time you spoke ever since waking up. The man, seeing that you were in no condition to grab or even reach for your belongings in that plastic bag, set it on the empty chair to the left of him.

There was another pause, you hearing only the buzzing of the fluorescent lights above the two of you, alongside the swift footsteps or screechy wheels of gurneys at the end of the hall. You were unable to properly acknowledge anything at the moment because your mind was occupied with something entirely different. You had sensed an irritable thought lingering in your head until you instantly realized what it was.

“Seven,” you blurted out randomly.

“What?”

You cleared your throat. “Your sudoku. Seven should be under the two in the first column. That was your, uh, missing number.”

Josh immediately pulled his phone back out, opening his sudoku app. He tapped and typed in your suggestion before letting out a small gasp, either in surprise or relief. Both, actually, as the number you told him was correct.

“Oh,” he sighs.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, shit.”

You simply nodded.

“I’m, uh—I’m Josh, by the way,” he says, possessing a friendly smile on his face as he puts his phone away in his pocket for the second time.

Considering the very shitty position you were in, you appreciated his smile nonetheless and mimicked it.

“Y/n,” you answer softly. Josh smiled warmly and nodded at your response. That is, until you asked, “I, uh… Do I know you?”

His eyebrows raised with guilt, pupils looking anywhere but at you, until they mustered up the courage to at least glance at the tip of your nose.

“Oh, um… yeah, no, I uh…” he paused culpably. “I ran you over.”

Well, shit.

“Well, shit,” you mumbled.

And in this moment, you realized—pretty privilege really did exist in all possible scenarios.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“It’s okay,” you reply, surprising him and even yourself. You normally wouldn’t let this slide, but you weren’t sure if it was the overwhelming lights, the morphine, or the guy’s stupidly charming face that drowned out any possible anger from you. Maybe it was just all of them combined. Anyways, you realized that this hospital visit would’ve given you a valid excuse to not only be late to work, but be a complete no-show. Hell, if anything, you felt grateful for this.

“So, um…” you began, “how did… I mean, did you not see me, or…?”

“Oh, uh,” he scratched the back of his neck, looking embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I… My passenger was acting out because I changed the radio station. He has, uh… issues.”

“Wow...” It could’ve been a drunk driver. The sun could’ve been in his face. Hell, he could’ve pulled a Lucy Whitmore and dropped a CD in the car, but you could’ve nearly died because of a goddamn radio station?

“I changed the station after he looped the hell out of the song,” Josh adds.

“Jesus Christ,” you huff in disbelief. “How—How old is this passenger of yours anyway?”

“Uh, right… About… About ten…” he sighs.

“Yeah, I mean, that makes sense—”

“…years older than me,” he finished. Dammit. This literally could not get any worse.

“Oh—”

“In theory,” he adds, making you raise an eyebrow in bemusement. Realistically, since Wolf was from 2162, he would be, like… more than a hundred years younger than Josh. Of course, he couldn’t explain that to you. Hell, he thought he seemed crazy to you already. He probably already lost his chances with another cute person. And no, he wasn’t hoping to charm you just to avoid a large, angry fine. You were genuinely quite pretty to him.

“Oh—” Inappropriately, you felt a smile begin to form on your lips as you started to giggle. “Oh my god, what? You’re kidding, that’s—” As you chuckled, you felt your weak, stiff body vibrate. And consequently, you felt a sudden, unpleasant stab in your chest, hissing from the pain.

“Shit, are you okay?” Josh asks instantly, looking into your eyes with pure concern.

“Oh, yeah, no, uh, it just… hurts like hell whenever I laugh,” you huffed.

Guilt washed over him once again like a violent, mortifying wave as he remembered how much injuries you suffered because of him. “Fuck, I am so, so sor—”

“No, no, don’t worry,” you whisper, “I just… God…” A big, humored sigh left your lips as you gazed softly into Josh’s eyes. “Okay, what—what song was he even listening to?”

“Funnily enough, it was, uh… ‘Sunglasses At Night’ by Corey Hart.”

“Oh my fucking god,” you scoff, trying to hold yourself from laughing as you felt the sharp pain coming back. “Jesus Christ, you’re kidding me, right? Why—Why would anyone in their thirties throw a tantrum over Corey Hart?”

“I know, this guy’s just…” Josh twirled his finger by his temple, signifying that his passenger was indeed “cuckoo”.

You scoffed in amusement by his gesture, and then the two of you were silent after. Just smiling at each other, gazes switching from the floor, to the walls, back to one another’s eyes. You enjoyed his company, actually, and he definitely enjoyed yours too.

“Oh,” Josh mutters in recollection, grabbing your attention. “So—so anyways, uh… Are you… Are you gonna sue me?” He asks with slight caution in his face, his big eyes softening with furrowed eyebrows. “Because, uh, I understand that, but—”

“Can I be completely honest with you?” You interject with a weak chuckle as the brunette gives you a nod. “If anything… I’m kinda… grateful that you hit me with your car.”

Josh’s eyes widened immediately. “Seriously?” He scoffs in disbelief, unsure if you were joking or being morbidly serious.

“Look, it’s—it’s ridiculous. I was, uh, on my way to my job… Actually, I was terribly late, I slept past my alarm again, I literally had to run to my workplace, and then… Then I had to, uh, jaywalk, which, um, definitely explains this… predicament. So it’s not entirely your fault. But… yeah. I mean, I was on my… like, millionth late strike this month and my boss is a total asshole. Luckily, I have an actual excuse to not show up this time, so… he can’t exactly yell at me for being run over.”

“Wow,” Josh replies shortly.

You sucked the air between your teeth. “Yeah.”

“I mean, I get it,” he remarked with a shrug, recalling how Stu Camillo replaced Kronish, which was a result of him meddling with the past. “I have an asshole of a boss now too.”

“Hm, really?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he chuckles.

The two of you shared another friendly, soft glance as a contented sigh left your lips afterwards. “Well… Thank you, Josh, for… well, running me over and therefore helping me avoid the wrath of my boss.”

“You’re welcome,” he says hesitantly, “I… think?” God, he was actually charmingly adorable. You really couldn’t even consider suing that face.

“Yes,” you grin widely, “and if it makes you feel any better, you were way more pleasant than that one guy I had a fender bender with.”

Josh laughs softly. “Yeah?” You nodded in response.

There was another pause, a comfortable moment of silence between the two of you as both of your faces turn flustered.

“Look, I’d—I’d feel bad if I didn’t at least offer something to you, other than paying for your hospital bills, of course, but my work has this holiday party coming up in a few days. Maybe I can bring you along? I just—I really wanna make this up to you. It’s—it’s nice, there’s drinks, food, is that—does that seem good?” He fiddled with his fingers as he spoke, hoping you’d be content with his proposal.

You smile brightly, almost in disbelief as you were given the offer. “That sounds lovely.”

“Great! Great, uh, I’ll—I’ll text you the information. Can I… get your number?” He asks, getting his phone out from his pocket for the last time.

You agreed cheerfully as you began to list the digits in your phone number. “You gonna send me your insurance and plate number too so I can properly report you for this?”

Josh tensed up at your words, which were amusing only to yourself. “I—”

“I’m just messing with you,” a giggle left your lips as the man in front of you sighed in relief. “I’m sorry.”

“No no, I deserved that,” he chuckles softly. “So… Will I be seeing you there?”

You smiled widely. “You will.”

[raguonmynieceandnephew]

EPIC THE MUSICAL SONGS RANKED BY ME

With the release of the Ithaca Saga, I can finally rank all the songs from the musical! I did this before, for Act One, so I naturally I gotta do the whole show.

Before we dive in some disclaimers:

This is my personal opinion, and forewarning here, there are some hot takes and very unpopuplar opininons below. If you disagree you are welcome to talk your shit on the notes because there is nothing I love more than arguing with strangers on the internet. No really, I mean it. Give me your worst. Just have some decorum, dont get your panties all twisted

ALL SONGS ARE GOOD. I LOVE THE ENTIRE SHOW. Just because a song is low, it does not mean I dislike. I just like it less than the ones above them.

I am ranking based on overall quality, replayability, personal enjoyment, basically just what my silly little brain thinks about it.

40 - CHARYBDIS

Truly a nothing burger. She's just...there.

39 - SIX HUNDRED STRIKE

This song is to me what The Godfather is to Peter Griffin from Family Guy. Do with that information what you will. Also, first impressions unfortunately matter, and that CG animatic...yeah.

38 - GET IN THE WATER

Poseidon should've a second verse before Ody had his. If he did, i'd like this much better. And by now you can deduce what is my least liked saga LMAO, and I really didn't want it to be so, but these three are probably the only songs in the show I actively dislike. Unfortunately the hype was too high on these, and they did NOT live up to it. I fear we lost a little bit of the plot after the Thunder Saga, although Wisdom was (much) better than Vengeance.

37 - POLYPHEMUS

It's slow, heavily dialogue-y and is not very fun to listen to outside of a full listen through of the show. Just not my vibe at all. Still love her tho <3

36 - STORM

My opinion on her has not changed in the slightest since the last time I ranked it to be honest, but the addition of the 20 other songs made her plummet. Still think she lacks a little bit of flavor, a little something. Haven't felt her since tiktok teaser days, still don't.

35 - LUCK RUNS OUT

I said it once and I'll say it again. I am pissed at the change from the teasers lmao, the rappy version of Eury's first verse was SO much better and I am still salty about it, but it is a good song overall and I like Eury's character beginning to blossom here.

34 - LITTLE WOLF

Don't shoot! The song is great, i love Athena's part, but idk, it's so weird to put it before We'd Be Fine. Like, I just can't put my finger on why, it's just my truth.

33 - THERE ARE OTHER WAYS

We have officially entered No Skip territory. 33/40 is a great score.

The intro and the duet are amazing, I am a sucker for duets between man and woman: Bad Idea from Waitress is one of my fave broadway songs of all time, and that last high note is life changing but Circe's second verse is kinda meh. It has grown on me quite a lot since last ranking.

32 - PUPPETEER

Anyway, I love me some Puppeteer. The intro is amazing and fooled me, i thought Eury was going to profess his love or something. The Lyricism, the dynamics between Ody and Eury, perfection.

31 - KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE

She is weird but she is good. Another song I love that plummeted in the rankings because of the second act lmao. Jorge has since then showed us the twink.

30 - THE UNDERWORLD

My opinion hasn't changed but I'm tired of Polites showing up everywhere lmao

29 - LEGENDARY

Pretty good song to introduce Telemachus and Antinous, silly and fun, but not much else to say. Very solid, good song, nothing to complain about.

28 - ODYSSEUS

She is incredible. The edge, the villain era, the violence and the climax of it all, remarkable. The vocals are insane, the extras, all. I screamed when Telemachus appeared.

27 - DONE FOR

Oh how the might have fallen LMAO this was ranked 7th last time, but the competition is STEEP baby. The second act songs just blew it out of the park, plus many songs I ranked low last time went up so yeah. Still an amazing song, and i will always love it as the one teaser that truly got me into this musical.

26 - MUTINY

ARMANDO JULIAN. Stellar performance, and that Just a Man reference my GOD.

Truly insane how low this song is, when this is song TWENTY SIX the other 25 have to be absolute bangers, which they are.

25 - FULL SPEED AHEAD

The harmonies, the character intros, the simplicity, the naïveté, the HARMONIES, YES, AGAIN THE HARMONIES. Troy saga best saga, and if you disagree you can eat my ass

24 - WARRIOR OF THE MIND

This song was second to last on my Act One ranking and I would like to apologize, as I ranked all athena songs kinda low back then. The cultural impact this had alone makes her stand above many. Great song.

23 - DANGEROUS

Hermes wouldn't disappoint me, even among the Vengeance Saga he shines. I love this song. Animatic on the live stream kinda sucked, (no shade to the artist, I loved your work on I Can't Help But Wonder) but the song has been stuck in my head since before Troy was cast.

22 - HOLD THEM DOWN

YES. YES. I LOVE A VILLAIN WHO IS JUST IREDEEMABLY EVIL. God, I love Antinous's character so much, and Ayron Alexander's performance is simply insane. His death was SO FUNNY, truly, I love this song.

21 - LOVE IN PARADISE

Another song that snatched my ass during teaser era, I adore Love in Paradise. The percussion, the immaculate vibes and the emotional whiplash at the end, i just love it.

20 - GOD GAMES

I'm so sad she isn't better LMAO, the gods' arguments were too short! This should've been an 8 minute song, and I am so serious. Either way, despite my gripes with it, I love it, and I want Luke Hot to step on my neck, respectfully.

19 - OPEN ARMS

A classic. What's not to love about her? The dialogues get a bit meh, but c'mon, who cares? Love Polite's solo moment. I just with it had more duet-y parts.

18 - SURVIVE

This song grew on me tremendously. I didn't like it as much at first and i ranked it pretty low last time, but holy shit. This song is so ALIVE. it fills me with, idk, gas? You get it, right? PUSH FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWAAAAAAAAAAAARD!

17 - DIFFERENT BEAST

The payoff on Monster, a masterpiece tbh. Great song, very dark and violent, just how I like it. First time Ody actually scared me.

16 - MY GOODBYE

Perfection, but I wish Ody and Athena really had a proper duet, like harmonizing together and stuff at some point on the show, and I feel like here would've been the perfect opportunity. But the song is phenomenal, and the JUST A MAN REFERENCE? Lifechanging.

15 - REMEMBER THEM

Top 15 mean we have entered perfection. All songs from here on out are 10/10, with zero notes. Perfection. Immaculate. No suggestions, no way to be better, no. PERFECTION. The rankings are just numbers atp, ngl, except for the top 5.

She is serving rock pauleira, serving angst, serving outro. Like, she is neither man of mythical like, what else you want me to say?

14 - THUNDER BRINGER

My GOD. Oh Luke Holt, you are so sexy, just one chance please!

13 - THE HORSE AND THE INFANT

What an opening. That duet, the set up for the best song on the show (spoilers IG), THE DUET WITH ZEUS? HELLO? (have I mentioned I find Luke Holt attractive?) Perfection.

12 - SUFFERING

Oh she is SO FUN and so catchy, and Anna Lea? I have to stan.

11 - WE'LL BE FINE

This is so beautiful, honestly, Mico's voice is the sweetest and I said before i LOVE duets between men and women, idk why, it just hits all spots on my brain. That first "MAYBE" they sing together sounds fucking angelic.

10 - NOT SORRY FOR LOVING YOU

@ghostlycollectorchaos hates to see me coming at 5:50 am belting this at the bus stop. Calypso they could never make me hate you. She was just in a silly goofy mood u guys!

9 - WOULDN'T YOU LIKE

Oh Hermes, I love you so much. The TikTok snippets had me on a chokehold. (Hermes, however, is not my fave character anymore. Penelope snatched his spot from his hands)

8 - THE CHALLENGE

Speaking of the Queen, OH THE CHALLENGE HOW I HAVE LOVED YOU FOR YEARS! For those who don't know, this and NSFLY have been (kinda) out for a long time before release because Jorge presented them on workshop before even the Troy Saga came out! And The challenge has always been one of my favorites. Anna Lea delivered a spectacular performance. It brought me to tears to finally see it out.

7 - I CAN'T HELP BUT WONDER

I wish I could forget this to listen for the first time again. Tears, every single time. Also ATHENA IS ALIVE YALL.

6 - MONSTER

I mean, come on. Do I even have to say anything? When he quoted Poseidon. The venting about all he lost, THE CONFIRMATION THAT HE DID, IN FACT, KILLED THE BABY. HE BECOMING THE MAN TIRESIAS SAW IN HIS PROPHECY. I MEAN, COME ON

5 - NO LONGER YOU

Wig? Snatched. This was my favorite song for a while, I even auditioned for it lmao. Deffo my favorite one to sing, still. Mason DEVOURED this track, and the prophecy? Odysseus's scream? Setting up Monster, AKA one of the best things in this show? Gagged me, your honor. I can't stress enough how much I love Mason's performance here.

4 - RUTHLESSNESS

I was INSUFFERABLE when this came out. I made this song my entire personality for a good 3 months. Ask anyone close to me. She was on repeat for WEEKS. Steven Rodriguez, man. God. That man's voice. That man in general, actually.

3 - SCYLLA

The most hype song in the show, sung exquisitly by who can only be described as vocally insane KJ (have yall seen the video of them belting her lungs off while KAYAKING?) But honestly, what I love the most about the song is the lyrics in the chorus.

"Die in the blood where you bathe" will forever be my favorite line in EPIC.

2 - WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH ME AGAIN

Tears. Every single time. Shit, i'm beginning to tear up writing this. The voices, the harmonies, the rage, Penelope's gambit, THAT RIFF ON "FOR YOU", THE JUST A MAN INSTRUMENTAL THAT MAKES ME CRY. The fact that the show ends in "i love you". I just can't describe in full how much I love this song. I can't wait to see the many actresses that will play penelope on broadway.

1 - JUST A MAN

Remarkable, showstopping, absolutely the best song ever made in a musical. The lyricism, the production, the poetry, vocal performance, I really don't have much to say because it's not needed. All of my favorite moments in this soundtrack, unreleased songs included, are moments in which this song is referenced.

I love this song so much i literally can't think about things to write that can represent how much I love it. Shit, this entire part is straight up copy paste from my act one ranking.

My life's dream is to go to broadway once to see this fucking song live, and i know it will be life changing.

[thursdayinspace]

Mulder in "Little Green Men" (s2ep1). He's so lonely. What's interesting to me is the contrast to Mulder from the pilot and Mulder here. We got an idea in the pilot of how lonely he must be, but he had been on his own for a while and that was his default. Seeing him at the beginning of s2 is heartbreaking. At the begining of s1 he was so used to being alone. But now . . . Of course the fact that the x files have been closed is getting to him, but it also becomes so obvious how much he has come to rely and depend on having Scully around, on working with someone. With her.

Their meeting in the parking garage -- he feels like he has lost his purpose, even doubts his memories and his experiences, he feels like everything they've been through hasn't been worth it because they've accomplished nothing. We don't know how or if he would have managed to surface from that eventually on his own. Most likely he would have. But it might have taken him a long time. It's Scully who doesn't let him give up: "During your time with the X-Files, you've seen so much." / "Even if George Hale only saw elves in his mind, the telescope still got built. Don't give up. And next time we meet out in the open." (Which becomes a recurring theme over the years, all the way up to the revival. But that would deserve its own post.) (The way she touches his hair before she leaves though. <3)

What kills me in this episode is Mulder recording his tape for Scully in Puerto Rico: "Deep Throat said "Trust no one." And that's hard, Scully, suspecting everyone, everything. It wears you down. You even begin to doubt what you know is the truth. Before, I could only trust myself. Now, I can only trust you, and they've taken you away from me." I mean, compare that to pilot Mulder? Not trusting anyone was what he did. That was Mulder. He may or may not have been showing off a little bit for Scully, but he seemed to have made quite a home for himself in his lone wolf existence (out of necessity). He can't do that anymore. He needs something to hold onto. And he had that in his partnership with Scully.

Also. THEY'VE TAKEN YOU AWAY FROM ME. Can we take a second to appreciate what that means? He knows she would not have chosen to leave. He believes that. He trusts her absolutely. She's become a lifeline for him. Put that together with his quote from the end of the episode: "I may not have the X-Files, Scully, but I still have my work. And I’ve still got you. And I still have myself." The order of those statements seems important: He thought he had lost his purpose in the beginning of this episode. He wasn't even sure whether or not he still believed in it. Now he has motivation again.

And he has Scully. She stuck around, not just because of the work. When he was at his lowest, she arranged secret meetings for them, told him not to give up, even followed him all the way to Puerto Rico. He doesn't believe she'd have chosen to leave if the x files hadn't been closed, but I don't think he was sure she'd stick around forever without a reason. But she's relentless in her loyalty and friendship -- a trait he recognizes because it's one they share. He will never choose to leave her, and is allowing himself to trust that she's still there because she wants to be.

Finally, he's also got himself. Among all the things he'd lost at the beginning of the episode, the biggest loss was himself. But he was mourning everything except that. Those "good riddance @ former me" vibes were strong at the beginning of the episode -- and of course they were a form of grief. But it almost feels like he wanted to punish himself, blame himself for everything that went wrong. (That is also something we keep seeing. The show has amazing continuity with things like that. Things get to him. He takes failure really hard. He's not gentle with himself.) So this is the culmination of the previous two points: he has his purpose back, and he has someone who cares about him, who has his back, someone he loves (and I am going to use that term here even if it's debatable how aware they are of their feelings at this point; there are so many forms of love, and I think it's not up to debate that they love each other in some way, possibly even a way they may not even know about yet).

It's such a strong episode for him, and I love all the ways it mirrors the pilot and contrasts the Mulder from back then with the Mulder a year later. So much has happened, and neither he nor Scully are the same people they were, and that's life. It's so well done.

[maria021015]

Here are some of my Stiles Stilinski Headcanons.

1. General Headcanons

2. Post-Void Headcanons

3. Stiles x Zaida (oc) Headcanons

General:

- Stiles has mainstream social media accounts (Instagram, TikTok, etc) but he barely uses them. He would have a few posts of himself with his friends and significant other, but he would not be regularly active. He’d mainly use those apps to scroll and send videos and memes to his friends.

- Stiles would be more active on other platforms where he joins conspiracy theory groups/pages and also geeks out about his interests.

- Stiles is a skateboarder. We saw a big image of a skateboarder on his bedroom wall in the early Teen Wolf seasons, so I believe Stiles has always been into skateboarding. When he was a kid he’d skateboard at the front of the house on the street and he’d come home all banged up from tricks he attempted. He would keep trying until he learned them. He kept skateboarding into his teen years until the supernatural took over and he didn’t have time anymore.

- Stiles would also be a huge gamer. He’d love combat games but also mystery and adventure games. He would also play horror games. He and Scott used to stay up gaming online with one another before the supernatural took over. They still do play sometimes when they get time and it’s a way to wind down and de-stress.

- Stiles would totally play Dungeons and Dragons. In season two he told Allison he was part of an online gaming community that battled mythical creatures - D&D would be right up his ally.

- Stiles loves bright and sunny days with a cool breeze. He was a really active kid and those were the best days to get out of the house. He remembers outings he went on with his Mom before she got sick, family days they’d spend at parks or walking through the Preserve. After his Mom got sick, he’d spend those days with Scott, playing on the street. Then after his Mom passed away and he moved into his teen years, he’d spend them running around town, skating, and messing around with Scott.

- Stiles doesn’t get a lot of sleep. He used to find it hard to sleep as a kid, and his Mom would read him comic books to get him to fall asleep. Sometimes it would work, other times it wouldn’t. Eventually, she got him a new pillow and told him it was a magic pillow that would help him sleep. After his Mom passed away he would get pretty bad nightmares, but his magic pillow helped. As he got older he knew the pillow wasn’t magic, but it reminded him of his Mom, and that was enough to help him get to sleep. He now can’t sleep without it.

- Stiles has always been morally grey. He breaks the law frequently, he advocates for resolving things with violence (even murder on occasion), he has always been a rule breaker. Part of it is a game/challenge to him - to see how far he can take it, to see what he is capable of. The other part is that he runs on his own personal moral code. His morals lie in loyalty to his friends. He would do anything to protect them.

- Stiles has ADHD and Generalised anxiety disorder. He later developes PTSD (post-void).

- Due to his ADHD, he was often labelled a trouble-child or a bad student, or the class clown. His parents were his biggest advocates, but Stiles saw their struggles. He feels like he was a difficult kid and that he was a burden to his parents.

- This feeling only worsens when his Mom gets sick and then passes away. He feels like he could have had more time with her if he wasn’t so difficult and didn’t stress her out with all of his problems. This is why in season 2 he hallucinates his father telling him it was his fault his mother died and that he would end up killing the Sheriff too.

- It’s because of this that he is so adamant on taking care of his father. He worried about losing his dad too, but he also doesn’t want to be a burden.

- This weighs heavily on him when he gets involved with the supernatural and it starts affecting his father’s job.

- Stiles is big on nostalgia. He loves anything and everything that reminds him of his Mom and of his childhood before she got sick. It’s why he loves the Jeep that Claudia used to drive him around in.

- It’s also why he loves 80’s music. His Mom used to put it on when they drove around or on road trips, or when she cooked. She would sing and dance. She’d pester Noah until he gave in and sung and danced with her and Stiles would watch and smile because he loved seeing how in love his parents were. Eventually they’d pull him in to dance too.

- Stiles loves 80’s music. He loves listening to it in the car and on late night drives and road trips. He plays the music full blast.

- He sings along (very loudly and rather badly) and headbangs and plays air guitar during guitar solos. He also will bang on anything - like it’s a drum kit - along to the beat.

- He loves AC/DC and Bon Jovi, but his guilty pleasures are the 80’s girlies like Cyndi Lauper, Madonna, Stevie Nicks, Pat Benatar, etc.

- He also loves ABBA

-His love of the 80’s doesn’t stop at music. He’s a huge film buff. We already know he loves Star Wars, but he would be totally into The Goonies, Toy Soldiers, Gremlins, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Back to the Future, Stand By Me, The Breakfast Club, Top Gun, Beetlejuice, Ghost Busters, Princess Bride, E.T, Dirty Dancing (romance movies are also his guilty pleasure), Die Hard, The Labyrinth, The Neverending Story, Indiana Jones, Predator, The Terminator, Friday the 13th, The Shining, etc

- He’s a superhero nerd and prefers DC to Marvel. He would very passionately join online debates about which superhero cinematic universe is better.

- When he was a kid he would dress up as a superhero every Halloween (usually Batman). His Mom and Melissa would take him and Scott trick or treating and make their costumes. Scott would usually be Superman.

- Stiles plays the drums, and he plays them very well. He and Scott tried to start a band when they were in their early teen years, but no one wanted to join. Scott would play guitar, obviously. Noah and Melissa still have some embarrassingly cute home videos of their performances in the Stilinskis’ garage.

- Claudia and Melissa were great friends and knew each other from school. It’s how Scott and Stiles met.

- Stiles cannot cook for the life of him, and neither can Noah. Claudia was a great cook, and had a book of recipes passed down from her family. Neither Noah or Stiles can ever follow them correctly, so they always end up ordering out. This is why we see them eating so much fast food in the show.

- Stiles loves horror movies, especially older ones. But he loves that they scare Scott more. When the boys would have sleepovers as kids and it was Stiles’ turn to choose the movie, he’d always choose a horror movie because he found it hilarious when Scott would try to hide that he was hiding behind a pillow. Or that he wanted to sleep with the light on afterwards.

- Stiles has always been one to sleep in. Once he is asleep, it is very hard to wake him up.

Post-Void Headcanons:

- Stiles struggled a lot with nightmares and panic attacks after the events of season 3B.

- Sleep becomes even harder for him. Sometimes, when his nightmares get really bad, he wakes up in a panic thinking that the Nogitsune is back or that he never really went away.

- He carries a lot of guilt for his actions, and he always will.

- Deaton said that sacrificing themselves to find the Nemeton would darken their souls, but Stiles felt it the worst out of the three. After Void, he never felt the same. A part of him died. That happy, hyperactive kid with the buzz cut was gone after that. He lost his childhood innocence completely.

- Stiles blames himself for Allison and Aiden’s deaths. He feels responsible.

- Void was the beginning of the deterioration of Stiles and Scott’s friendship.

- Stiles pulls away from Scott because he thinks Scott is resentful/blames him for losing Allison. He knows Scott looks at him differently/sees him differently now.

- Stiles deals with his trauma alone. He doesn’t want to burden the rest of the gang but he also feels like none of them would understand.

- Stiles’ trauma causes him to become more distrusting, especially because he sees Scott fall victim to being too trusting time and time again. This only adds to the tension between them in season 5.

- Scott holds onto a lot of PTSD from the events of 3B (getting stabbed, losing Allison, Aiden dying, the chaos and death). It’s not conscious but he does think and feel differently about Stiles after that. He saw how easy it was for Stiles to be a villain - and an effective villain. He knows if Stiles snaps or turns it would be bad news. He knows what Stiles is capable of. He’s wary. He knows Stiles has always been morally grey and he is so wary about that that can lead to. He holds onto this until season 5, and that is why it’s so easy for Theo to play on that to turn Scott against Stiles. It’s only after season 5 and before season 6 that Scott and Stiles talk about all of this unresolved trauma and get their friendship back on track.

Stiles headcanons with my OC from my ‘Rising Tides’ fanfic:

- Stiles loves that Zaida is significantly shorter than him. He adores resting his head on top of hers when he hugs her and when they cuddle. He also loves teasing her about her height because it annoys her, but she secretly loves how tall he is too. She loves feeling safe and protected when he wraps his arms around her.

- Stiles also loves that Zaida is a bigger girl. He finds her body really attractive and loves all of her soft curves (he’s totally an ass AND boob man). Zaida knows this and she is very confident in flaunting it (and using it to get her way)

- Zaida loves that Stiles can always make her laugh. She seriously thinks he’s the funniest person on the planet, and Stiles loves making her laugh.

- Staida love having movie nights. They are both geeks and film buffs. Zaida shares Stiles’ love for 80’s films and other franchises like Star Wars. She introduced him to more modern fandoms like Harry Potter and T.V shows, whilst he shares with her some of the older stuff like Indiana Jones.

- They occasionally game together. Things like Mario Kart, Mario bros, Zelda, FNAF.

- There are some games Zaida doesn’t like as much, like the combat games he plays with Scott. So when he plays those Zaida reads her books.

- Zaida is a great cook. She often will come over to the Stilinski House and cook for Stiles and Noah, even before she and Stiles started dating. They love her food, and they love having home cooked meals again. It reminds them both of when Claudia was still alive.

- After Stiles and Zaida get together, she finds Claudia’s recipe book and cooks something for them. Noah and Stiles both start crying and she’s worried she ruined the food but they tell her it’s actually because it’s a comfort food Claudia used to make and it tastes the same.

- Stiles and Zaida love to cook together. Stiles will often put on some music and abandon the food to pull Zaida into a dance, just like he loves watching his parents do. They have a habit of burning the food.

- Zaida hates driving. Whenever they’re in the car together, Stiles will drive.

- Zaida has a habit of falling asleep during car rides, but when she’s not asleep, she’s blasting music and jamming out with Stiles.

- Noah really loves Zaida. He thinks she’s perfect for Stiles and loves how happy she makes his son. He sees a bit of himself in her, just like he sees a lot of Claudia in Stiles. Their relationship reminds him of himself and Claudia. But he does know that Stiles and Zaida encourage each others meddling and investigative spirits, so in that case he thinks she and Stiles are a bad influence on each other. He’s very worried about how his grandchildren will turn out - but in the best way.

- When Stiles sleeps with Zaida, he doesn’t need his pillow. He loves to lay his head on her (on her shoulder, or chest, or stomach, or lap) and it’s comforting enough to help him sleep anywhere and everywhere.

- Stiles and Zaida both hate early mornings, so they love to sleep in together. They have lazy weekends where they stay up until all hours of the night watching films or shows, or gaming, and then they sleep well into the day. They spend the rest of the day lounging around in their sweats and catching up on work before cooking together.

- The only exception is when they get up early to go watch the sunrise and have breakfast dates. They both love watching the sun rise and set, and they both love being out in nature - although they avoid anything particularly strenuous. Neither of them are big on exercise.

- During the week, they’re both the kind of people who would wake up at the last possible minute and hurry to get ready before rushing out of the house.

- They both need several alarms to wake up.

- Neither of them are big coffee drinkers. It’s too bitter for them. They prefer hot chocolate.

- Stiles likes quick and easy showers, but Zaida prefers to take baths. She could spend hours in the water, relaxing with a book and a glass of wine or some chocolate. Stiles isn’t a big fan of baths - unless Zaida is also in the bath with him. He gets bored and fidgety easily, so it’s not his thing.

- When he knows Zaida has had a particularly long day, he will run her a bath and get her book and wine ready for her for when she gets home. He’ll also often give her massages (which usually turns into something more).

- Stiles is definitely very attentive and big on foreplay and aftercare. He takes his time and is very thorough

- As a couple they are quite explorative in their intimate life and would totally take advantage of the fact that Stiles’ dad is a cop (*cough* handcuffs *cough*).

- Zaida loves to tease Stiles by wearing something lacy beneath her clothes and letting it flash throughout the day to get him all hot and bothered.

- Stiles is big on leaving and receiving marks - he’s proud of his girl so he wants to show off that she’s his and he is hers

[fandomnerd9602]

Wolf Spider pt. 3

Sam Carpenter x Spider-Man!Reader

Telling your amazing girlfriend that another masked serial killer was on the loose in New York was not exactly a walk in the park.

“We’re leaving!!” She grabs her luggage bags as Mindy and Chad try to calm her down.

“Baby I don’t know if leaving New York will help” you try to convince Sam.

“As opposed to staying still?” She nearly thunders back. “Sorry honey. I just can’t let anything happen to Tara”

“What about me?” Chad asks, “I nearly became a knife rack last time!”

“But did you die?“ Mindy responds as Anika joins her side.

Tara huffs, “look I’m gonna go get some supplies and then we’re out of here.”

Sam and Tara head out of the apartment as you head for yours. You quickly find your old spider society wrist watch and make a call to your mentor, Miguel.

“sorry kid,“ Miguel sighs, “ this is a part of your canon event and we cannot interfere.”

“then send me my emergency box” you practically order him.

A small cylinder arrives through a portal two seconds later. Inside you can see the swirling black mass as it beats against the container you promised yourself you never go back to this but desperate times call for desperate measures. The symbiote was your best bet.

You begrudgingly open the container and the black as night alien goo latches onto you. It lurches its way up encasing you completely in a solid black suit with a white spider logo but at its center was a skull.

Why? It hisses.

“The family I love is in danger”

Don’t hold me back.

“I won’t.”

How you wished you had gone with Sam and Tara. Ghostface chased them to the bodega and was shooting up the place with a shotgun.

You swung thru the window and fire a tendril shard at the slasher. It cuts through the only black robe but it wasn’t a direct hit. Ghostface fled as Sam and Tara took to their feet. You look down to see that the fiend left behind their mask.

“Are you okay?” You try to ask the girls as the fury of the symbiote rages inside of you.

Chase the killer down!

You make your way trying to help any potential survivors. There was only Sam and Tara left alive.

Detective Bailey and a few officers arrived shortly. “Wolf” the gruff detective shakes your hand, “nice threads”

“Special suit. Violatile” you explain, what you didn't notice was how your suit was reacting around Bailey. It was as if the symbiote was finding itself drawn to the gruff older man.

Bailey and the police officers took Sam and Tara down to the station. While you weren't allowed into the station, you were able to call in an old friend to act as their lawyer, pro bono. What can you say? Your pal Matt Murdock owed you a favor.

Mindy assembled the Core Four plus Ethan, Anika and Quinn at the campus.

"Okay we're now in the sequel, guys, which means new rules" Mindy explains.

"Please don't try to put it in movie terms right now" you groan.

"Sorry but since you weren't with us first time," Mindy smirks, "you're on the list of suspects."

"Don't do that to Y/N, babe," Anika says before hugging you, "I know you're one of the good ones"

Sam rolls her eyes, "Y/N's mine, Anika, remember?"

You give Sam a kiss on the forehead to ease her false sense of jealousy. "All yours Carpenter" you whisper in her ear.

"How do we know that its even anyone in this circle?" Ethan asks, "with the rise of the internet, anyone can have a grudge without much reason. Also I don't wanna die a virgin"

"Can't help you there, Chambers" you joke, earning a chuckle from Chad.

"What if its someone from the last time?" Quinn asks "like someone who went nuts"

"Possible" you explain, "but it'd be a terrible reveal and tank the franchise"

"So Chad's not off the table?" Tara jokes.

"Only for you, Carpenter" Chad tries to flirt only for you to throw some popcorn at him for his terrible flirting attempt.

You had a little dinner over at the Carpenter sisters' apartment. Sam was practically shaking as she held onto your hand. You tried to venture out, she grabs you.

Why are you still here? The symbiote hissed in your ear. Find them, kill them.

You walk out of the apartment and quickly the symbiote forms over you. Sam sneaks out and puts a hand on your shoulder.

"Please don't leave" Sam begs.

"That killer is out there" you reasoned. "I gotta nab them before they find you"

You swung out on your own personal hunt. You should've stayed. During a swing, your police scanner picked up reports of screaming being heard in your apartment complex. You swung back to the location only to find everyone minus Quinn, trying to cross between buildings on a ladder. You could see Anika had been stabbed and was severely bleeding out.

Ghostface rocked the ladder and Anika fell. You dived after her and caught her at the last second. Mindy screamed after you as you swung off into the night.

You set Anika down on the nearby rooftop, her breathing slowing down. You put your hand over her bleeding stomach, trying to stop it by any means. "You'll be okay" you try to reassure her.

"Take off your mask" Anika weakly says, "I wanna see your face...Y/N"

"Y/N" you try to speak through your forming tears, "w-who's Y/N?"

"I know it's you"

You hesitate but you remove your mask and offer her a weak smile. Anika weakly smiles back, "I knew it. I knew you were one of the good ones"

Her body goes limp and her eyes shut. "Anika? Anika?!"

You swing her down to the hospital. The EMTs shuttle her body off to away from you as you try to keep up with her.

"It's alright, Wolf" one of the EMTs tries to reassure you, "you did your part."

You could only look on in horror as Anika is hauled off, unsure if you were too late to save her. "Get her to the OR stat" one doctor yelled out as the doors shut on you.

You understood that no one was safe. This Ghostface wasn't playing by the rules. This franchise has changed.

To Be Continued...

Tags: @deafeningsharkslimeempath @ma1egamer @sonicqaulan @jacelion @jadenyukiyusakufujikiyutoduelist

[respectthepetty]

15 Questions

Tagged by @italianpersonwithashippersheart and @pandasmagorica

1. are you named after anyone?

Yes. First name is after my cousin's imaginary friend because my parents were wild. Middle name is after the song I was conceived to because my parents were really wild.

2. when was the last time you cried?

Externally? I joke that I haven't cried since 2009, but I really think that is the last time I cried. Internally? Every single fucking day.

3. do you have kids?

Oh, Lord, no.

4. what sports do you play/have you played?

Basketball, volleyball (horrible at it), fast-pitch softball, but I love watching all live sports.

5. do you use sarcasm?

Strange story, but many educators have to get "empathy training" because we do not understand declarations of self-harm to be serious. We think they are sarcastic comments. I think as an aging millennial, sarcasm is all we have, so we do not recognize when someone else is being serious. So . . . yes, I use sarcasm.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

Vibes. I travel alone, so if the vibe ain't right, I'm out.

7. what’s your eye color?

Very dark brown

8. scary movies or happy endings?

Happy Endings. Both kind. *wink*

9. any talents?

Navigation and directions. Stick me anywhere, and I will find my way to where I need to go. Metro, bus, interstate, walking. Doesn't matter. I will figure it out. Also driving. I can drive loooong distances and any vehicle is my friend, which is why I got a ticket on the autobahn because I was just vibin' in the Audi at 150 km.

10. where were you born?

Japan

11. what are your hobbies

Traveling, especially for live music. I've seen hundreds of artists individually and have been to almost fifty music festivals. Some of my favorites are Austin City Limits (Austin), Electric Daisy Carnival (Las Vegas), Lollapalooza (Chicago), Country Music Awards Fest (Nashville), Osheaga (Montreal), Ultra (Miami), Primavera (Barcelona), Mad Cool (Madrid), and Pa'l Norte (Monterrey, México). Some of my favorite venues are Meow Wolf (Santa Fe), Red Rocks (Denver), and Fenway Park (Boston), and I had a ticket to see a concert at the Palace of Versailles in France for May 2020, then everything went to hell in a hand basket. But strangely, I saw Bad Bunny, Big Freedia, and French DJ Gesaffelstein in 2020.

I could talk for hours about music, but I'll stop with this picture (not mine because none I took came out good) of Gesaffelstein who dresses like this for his shows with an all black background and all black equipment. Ah-maze-zing.

12. do you have any pets?

Oh, God, no. I'm a Disney villain. I don't mess with animals. Or plants.

13. how tall are you?

5'9" (This is a good country song too)

14. favorite subject in school?

Languages & Literature, which is why I teach English now.

15. dream job

What I'm doing now. Teaching. Except I would like to grade less than ~150 essays every month, but education is a mess right now, so y'all be nice to your professors.

[pedropascallme]

“I saw you naked once.  And now I can’t stop thinking about it.” With Damien, please <3 I love your writing so much

AN: This turned more into fluff than smut but I hope you still like it <3

"Oh, you fucker--you've never once seen me naked." You aimed the water gun at Damien's chest.

"Final answer?" He goaded you.

"Yes!" You were giddy, laughter only heightened by Shayne, Courtney, and Angela egging you on from the peanut gallery. Two truths one lie always was fun to shoot.

"Alright..." Damien put down the cards he was holding, picking up the water gun on his side of the table and pointing it at you; his poker face was damn good, you thought he was going to put it down and let you spray him, but you were quick to realize your mistake when you felt water begin to spray over your shirt.

Your friends in the peanut gallery went insane.

"What!?" Your eyes went wide, laughing at the blush that crept up Damien's cheeks.

"Sacramento! Like..." Damien counted in his head, "six or seven years ago."

"Oh my god," realization hit you, "I forgot about that."

"So, do we get any context, or..?" Angela leaned forward in her seat.

"It was an accident--I swear, it was an accident--but, we used to film in Sacramento, and there maybe was an instance where--"

"Damien accidentally walked in on me changing in the living room of the Sacramento house." You cut his embarrassment-fueled rant short.

"I remember this!" Shayne yelled through tears of laughter.

"Why were you in the living room?" Courtney prodded.

"Why were you in the living room?" Damien leaned forward.

"I--to this day, I have no idea." You admitted, "Thought I'd have time to do a quick change between takes, I guess."

Damien eyed you from across the table, and when your gaze met his you both laughed.

When the day drew to a close, you walked with Damien to his car.

"Sorry for--I was going to say 'sorry for getting you wet' but I, even I can see that that might sound odd." He smiled.

"I mean, you've seen me naked, so," you laughed, "Getting me wet wouldn't necessarily be so unexpected."

You watched the blush rise in his face again, and the two of you stared at each other in silence.

"Can I..." Damien pursed his lips, trying to find words, "I gotta be honest with you."

"What?" You narrowed your eyes.

"I, uh...I've never been able to stop thinking about it."

"...What?" You leaned forward towards him a bit, head tilted, trying to figure out what he meant.

"Seeing you naked, it..." He rolled his eyes at his words, "This is like, creepy, and cliche, but seeing you naked was certainly the high point of working at Defy."

You digested his words, staring at him, before you broke into a smile.

"Oh, god--I'm sorry" Damien looked a sorry combination of regretful and scared, mistaking your smile for something like an awkward response.

You launched yourself at him, right there in the parking lot. He threw his hands up momentarily, before easing into the kiss and dropping them on your hips. You felt him squeeze you gently, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You heard someone wolf-whistle behind you. Breaking the kiss, but not bothering to remove your hands from each other, you and Damien watched Shayne break into giggles.

"I've been listening to that story for years," he laughed, "Finally, man. Jesus."

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 352: That was Then, This is Now, p4

“So, Morgan looked pretty disappointed, don’t you think?” I chuckled, trying to loosen my goose after closing the door to his office behind the big blonde nurse and turning back to him. I’d just walked in on the two of them - well, the three of them, Gianna had been watching over the computer - getting ready for some naughty time. Immediately I’d felt a weird jolt of something dark inside me, something possessive and, like, territorial. Morgan looked ready to just eat him up from there between his legs, had actually already half-torn off the new scrub pants I’d bought him. He looked both shocked and, bless his heart, thankful to see me. But it wasn’t the sight of the two of them, together, that really bothered me, I think. The thought of one of my girls, like Morgan, being with him & tending to him if he needed it actually could make me feel kinda good. I think it was seeing that Gianna was there that set something off in me. I mean, I don’t think I reacted badly, or did anything weird, but I definitely wanted to turn that computer screen off as quick as I could. If Morgan was going to suck him, I didn’t want him looking at Gianna, listening to Gianna. Me. Me me me.

Bye Gianna, we’ll talk to you later. I’d switched off the power to the screen already.  

When I did turn black to Jay - door closed, now - and handed him his warm milk for the morning (not Katarina’s this time haha!) he was still stammering in apology, his face was so adorably red. I laughed him off as best I could, but I was still feeling those twinges. 

This boy is mine, I thought, as a flash of Gianna passed through the she-wolf part of my head, back off. 

Weird! I told him to drink his milk and not worry about it, stepping around to his side of the desk - pulling it back into place after Morgan had pushed it away - and set my laptop up in front of him. I crouched down aside him so we could both see it’s screen, and he could have a good view down the generous top of my cool new white dress. In case you need a reminder of where you belonged, or who you belong to. It made me feel better, when his eyes darted down between them, and then had a hard time coming back out. That’s right, lots to look at, huh sweetie? But, here, let’s concentrate on my computer…

I was so excited to show him!

“Wh-what’s this?” he asked, as my screen sprung to life. 

“I’m going to give you a tour of the new offices!” I sang. I’d just gotten it myself, the file from the construction team with the virtual tour of the new office wings. I’d been over there, working with the construction people a lot over the past few weeks, many of the girls had. But Jay hadn’t seen anything yet, aside from maybe some early blueprints. They were nearly finished with all the major stuff anyway, we’d be opening soon, but there was still a lot of painting and decorating to be done. This 3-D animated walkthrough had that all in place and pretty, what it’d look like in a few days. I’d glanced at it quickly with Marisela and Josie in my office before coming here, and had immediately wanted to show it to him, too. I brought it in on my laptop instead of sending him the file because, well, my computer is bigger and better than his. I clicked a few things and the animation started up for us.

“So here we are,” I began, as the video file went full screen and the POV camera zoomed in on the big, beautiful new glass front doors from the parking lot. It was all computer/generated but looked a lot like what it really did. I glanced over at him; he was paying attention well. “Big doors, huh? They’re twelve feet high, but glide open so easy - and we come into the new front atrium…”

I’ve been waiting for this for so long. 

“Oh my god…” he immediately marveled, and my face nearly split open with how huge my smile felt. He looked amazed! The camera came in through the entryway and right away you could get a sense of the scale of the enormous new welcome space, what patients would see when they first walk in. All in white-ish marble, the atrium was super-fancy, with a ceiling that soared up into the new third story and beyond. Balconies lined the upper levels, a beautiful altar of a reception desk beckoned from across the white stone floor. Natural light filled the space, pillars made the whole thing look really impressive, and gateways to the new wings lay ahead and off to the left. But, haha, probably what was making him most speechless now was what soared up up and up behind the reception desk. Forty-feet tall with its arm extended and looking off to some great distance, a 'Far Horizon’ haha. 

“Is that…you?!?” he blurted, the awestruck shock in his voice and the new race to his heart so freaking satisfying that I nearly screamed. He liked it!

“Haha no that’s not ‘me’..!” I answered, as the camera came deeper into the atrium and slowly started to pan up, and up, and up. I actually blushed, noticing just how, uh, voluptuous they’d made her. “That’s a statue - it looks just like white marble but it’s really a cool amal-…amalgam, plastics and stone and like they can do so many things with it. Anyway, do you like the dress?!? I helped choose it out…”

His eyes were wide. This is exactly what I wanted to see! Exactly the reaction I wanted from him. Awe, I think they call it.  Yes yes yes, the statue is beautiful, and so is the big podium dais thing it stands on, making it rise even higher above everyone. It’s even better in real life, so impressive, so…monumental and perfect. But, even though it was just onscreen and really just an animation, the virtual tour video here gave a pretty good idea of what it was actually like.

“It looks just like you…” he said, slowly, jaw gaping and clearly amazed. And maybe a little scared. 

“Well, I was, like, the model for it,” I began, “We did a shoot for it with the artists way at the beginning. They based it on my figure and, like, my face. But, really, it’s not me. It’s more, like…I dunno…” 

I mean, it’s all in stone. But, yeah, it does kinda look like me. The boobs for sure. And…it’s forty feet tall.

Jay was speechless, as the camera breezed up the crazy curves of the giant amalg-...stone lady that would now greet all our patients as they came into our new offices. The dress, a classic wrap that clung to m-…her body like a really tight toga, was really magnificent, made the whole thing look so majestic, like it was out of some Roman temple, and made her look like a huge ancient goddess. That’s what we were going for, right?

Jay was still flabbergasted. The idea of a medical building having a forty-foot statue of its Office Manager is ridiculous, right? He was trying to wrap his head around it, understand that though I was the model for it, and haha it’s like got my hairstyle, it wasn’t actually me. “So, it's, like an everywoman?” he attempted, explaining it as much to himself as asking me, “This is a medical facility, so, like, it represents female…health?”

“Sure, Mmhmm, health,” I agreed, nodding in encouragement. I wanted him to like it, and I didn’t want him too freaked out (a little is okay haha). “Female health.” 

And strength, and female power and authority. 

”uh, okay, I get that,” he nodded, slowly accepting that he’d be seeing this giant, walking past her feet every day. “It’s not you, it’s just…yeah.”

 “Yeah, for sure,” I agreed, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice, and my lady parts under control. It’s totally me.

“Here, let me show you some of the other stuff,” I finally said, after the camera had panned back down the statue, was again at m-…her feet. “So, after patients are greeted at the front desk by Aubrey and the girls, they’ll be directed to either the ‘Women’s Health’ wing on the left, there, or the ‘Evolution’ one, back there behind it. 

“Those are, uh, really impressive entryways,” he said, stunned by the gorgeous, modern details with classical styling that highlighted the atrium and would lead patients to where they needed to be. “Now, uh, how would you get to our practice here?”

“Oh, to geriatrics?” I answered, clicking a couple things and swinging the camera to the right. The small door that led to our current offices was there, yes. 

“That looks a lot smaller…” he commented. 

“Well, we didn’t want to intimidate your ol-…your current patients,” I replied, “they like things the way they are, for now. So we kept it modest, familiar….” It does look pretty overshadowed over there, huh? “But hey! Let me show you this, it’s so cool…”

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[ladykailitha]

Well Met By Moonlight Part 4

I'm back with our boys, I just couldn't leaving the poor people reading Royal Pain hanging like that. I'm an author, not a monster. So it's a little longer a chapter to make up for the wait.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

We get hints of plot and backstory. Enjoy!

***

The sky was starting to lighten and Steve groaned.

“Make time stop,” he murmured into Eddie’s neck.

Eddie chuckled. “Sorry, princess, but you promised Lucas that you would be back at dawn.”

Steve grumped, but crawled off his boyfriend and stretched. “Who would have thought vampires have better stamina then werewolves.”

Eddie’s answering grin was positively feral.

“Who’s to say I wasn’t like that before I got turned?” He winked at Steve as he pulled on his clothes.

Steve laughed. “I’ll guess I’ll never know.”

Eddie straightened up and looked at him curiously. “What do you mean?”

Steve shrugged. “A couple things, really. Like I don’t know what you were like before you changed and I won’t know if it’s just you or all vampires that are that good, because I don’t intend to sleep with anyone else. Ever.”

Eddie finished putting on his clothes and put his arms around Steve’s waist from behind. “You are very romantic for someone who comes from a race that is infamous for fucking everything willing.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Everyone says I’m too romantic for my own good, for the pack’s good.”

Eddie kissed Steve’s throat without so much as the hint of teeth. “Too bad, baby, because I am into that shit.”

Steve moaned. “If you keep that up, I won’t make it back to the compound in time.”

Eddie chuckled again, his warm breath huffing against the skin of Steve’s neck. He let go of Steve’s waist. “Go on, sweet cheeks,” he teased. “I’ve got to report back to my uncle before the sun fully comes up.”

Steve nodded and waited until Eddie was in the sky before he transformed.

*

Steve made it to the pack compound before the first true ray of dawn even peeked over the horizon.

Lucas huffed out a wolfy laugh. “Cutting it little close, aren’t we?”

Steve shrugged. “What can I say? I’m horny teenager that hasn’t gotten laid in over a year. So sue me.”

Lucas rolled on the ground laughing. “Come on, it’s time for Murray to do guard duty.”

Steve nodded. “Can you have Erica and Holly play nearby while he does his watch?”

Lucas sat up and nodded. “Still don’t trust him?”

Steve shook his head. The alpha watched as the scrawny wolf that was Murray’s alter came oozing out of the woods. He bowed his head to Steve and kept it down as the alpha and younger teen passed him.

As the two wolves went further into the forest that surrounded their home, they could feel the gaze of the older wolf on them.

*

Eddie made it back to the trailer park well before the sky lightened enough to hurt him. He smiled at the structure that had been his home since he was young. It didn’t look like it held the most dangerous and powerful vampire in Indiana. But looks were deceiving for both the man and his home.

Wayne had been turned in Kentucky around the beginning of the 18th century. When he sided against the South’s right to own people, he was chased out of his home into Indiana, only barely a couple decades into statehood.

There with the help of Dr Martin Brenner, the coven Dominus and Clarence Harrington, the alpha, Steve’s great, great, great grandfather (werewolves live longer, so not as many generations between Steve and his ancestor as there was between Eddie and his) and the reason it’s called the Harrington Pack, founded Hawkins as a safe haven for the supernatural and humans alike.

Wayne looked rough, because he was born rough. The oldest son of a farmer. He had six siblings but of those six, only two lived to adulthood. Abigail, and the youngest, Lawrence. When he was attacked, he fought back, getting the vampire’s blood in his teeth, accidentally starting the turning process.

He learned how to hunt and be a vampire all his own, breaking all the stereotypes of a turned vampire being feral.

Because of his rough looks it made people underestimate him, so he dug into that hard. He moved with the poor and disenfranchised wherever the people in power put them. He finally settled in Forest Hills. His trailer looked as rough as the man himself.

But it was built like fortress. Not a single ray of light pierced its metal hide and the windows were mainly for show. It was a tough old thing, too. Eddie had heard stories of tornadoes ripping through the area only to be the only thing left standing.

Eddie wasn’t sure what it was made of, but it was home. He slipped into the trailer like a shadow to find his uncle waiting for him.

“Cutting it pretty fine, aren’t you, boy?” Wayne asked from his comfortable arm chair.

Eddie grinned. “You know me, I like to push the boundaries as far as I can.”

Wayne scoffed. “And one day it’s going to get you killed.”

They stared at each other for a moment before Wayne got to his feet and gave Eddie a hug.

“I’m glad you’re home, Ed,” he murmured. “I worried that Hopper had finally crossed a line he couldn’t come back from.”

Eddie nodded, “It was a near thing, Uncle Wayne, but Steve had finally healed enough to use his alpha voice and force submission.”

“I worry that he had to use it all,” Wayne said.

“Yeah, well,” Eddie said cocking his head to the side, “at least Operation Vamp Out was a success. So there’s that at least.”

Wayne pulled back, putting Eddie at arms length to see him properly. “You got the alpha to do what exactly? Because this shit’s important, Ed.”

Eddie ran his tongue over his teeth thoughtfully, “I’m not sure I feel comfortable telling you about that, if I’m honest.”

Wayne’s eyebrows went up and his eyelids fluttered to a close. “You fucked him, didn’t you? You fucked the alpha of the Harrington pack.” He opened his eyes.

Eddie pursed his lips to try and hide his smile, but the sparkle in his eyes betrayed him.

“Hop was against it until I said you were my maker,” Eddie hedged.

“Yeah, because that meant he wouldn’t have to fight off Bill Hargrove for the pleasure.”

Eddie frowned. “S’that because the Dominus is a racist piece of shit who is absolutely grinding his fangs to powder because his half-sister is dating a werewolf?”

Wayne chuckled. “The very like.”

“He’s also very scared of you,” Eddie said moving to sit on the sofa, “Hop I mean.”

Wayne’s grin was vicious in its unfurling. “That’s because Hop knows what I’d do to him if he toed out of line.”

“I’ve always wondered why you didn’t do anything about him when he drunk off his ass most of the time.”

Wayne knelt in front Eddie and took his hands gently. “Because around the time Sara died, you came into my life. You were already a frightened little boy who was thrown into my care, not know what kind of vampire I was. Would you have warmed up to me as well as you did if I had torn Jim Hopper to shreds?”

Eddie blinked up at him, his mouth wide with shock. “No.”

“There, you have your answer,” Wayne said softly. “I couldn’t deal with a wayward alpha when I had a sweet boy to look after.”

He moved to sit next to Eddie on the sofa and bumped him with his shoulder. “I can’t be everywhere and I’ve learned that I can’t throw my weight around like I used to. I’m actually worried that I’m losing control of the town.”

“Is this about Jason and the other boys?” Eddie asked.

Wayne nodded. “It never should have gotten as far as it did. Let alone to the attempted murder of the pack’s alpha. And Sheriff Powell has been fractious to put it mildly.”

Eddie pursed his lips and then licked them slowly. “It would be better if Hopper was police chief again.”

Wayne nodded again. “Powell as sheriff is bad for the town. I’ll talk to Mayor Roberts and see if we can’t at least get him suspended for not taking a threat to the Harrington Pack alpha seriously.”

“Have Steve and Billy with you,” Eddie suggested. “Especially Steve. Because at least he can show the mayor the scars that the silver made.”

“That’s a good idea, Ed,” Wayne said. “I’ll get right on that.” He bumped Eddie’s shoulder again. “You’ve got a good head on you. Maybe in a few years, I’ll have you take over as leader here.”

Eddie blushed and ducked his head. “Only if that means you’re still around. I don’t want to lose you.”

Wayne pulled him close. “I won’t leave you. Not if it’s in my power.”

Eddie wrapped his arms around him and buried his head into his neck like he did that first night all those years ago. “I love you.”

Wayne kissed the top of his head. “I love you, too, boy.”

*

Mayor Roberts was pissed. He had especially placed Danny Powell as sheriff when the whole town thought Jim Hopper was dead. But the man had placed him between a rock and two vampires and a werewolf alpha all chomping on the bit for justice.

Justice that was rightly deserved. Hunters were like vigilantes. Outside the law, but respected by those who thought them necessary. Hunters that were very much barred from the town of Hawkins for a reason.

To be honest he was a little surprised it took five days for the three men in question to darken his door.

Wayne Munson walked in flanked by the teen leaders of the coven and pack. Billy Hargrove stood on the elder vampire’s right, while Steve Harrington stood on Wayne’s left.

The young werewolf looked more than a little worse for wear, he winced when he moved into the room, favoring his left leg. The leg Roberts was told had not only been shot with a silver bullet but caught in a silver foot trap.

It was inhumane what those boys did to Steve, but it was thing to hear about it and it was quite another to see its effects.

“Hello, gentlemen,” Roberts greeted solemnly. “I’m sorry we have to meet like this under these circumstances. Please have a seat.”

Harrington looked like he wanted to but when Munson and Hargrove didn’t he couldn’t without looking weak in front everyone. Something the alpha could not do.

He shifted his weight to his foot, straightening his spine so it looked as though he was standing on both legs equally.

Hargrove caught the movement and smirked. Munson ignored them both.

“We’ve come to see what is being done,” Munson said gravely.

“Jason and Patrick are both eighteen and will be charged with the full extent of the law,” Roberts said. “Andy, Chase, and Josh are all underaged and it’s trickier. Josh and Chase are only sixteen, while Andy is seventeen.”

All three supernaturals winced.

“Try Andy as child,” Steve said, “and then force the younger two boys to do community service in both the pack and the coven. Six weeks with each sect.”

Wayne and Billy looked over at Steve in shock. Mayor Roberts raised an eyebrow.

“What is the basis for that assessment?” the mayor asked.

Steve properly straightened up and all the boy next door persona dropped away to reveal a very powerful alpha. “I was there. I could tell that the two pups were only along for what they thought was prank. They are young enough that if they see what being in coven is like, what being in a pack is like, I believe they can change.” He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down.

“Andy was a more willing participant,” he continued seriously, “but perhaps one that could be persuaded that he was in the wrong. The other two knew full well of what they were doing and should be punished for it.” He looked up at Mayor Roberts, fire burning in his eyes.

Hargrove let out a long whistle. “Got some brains on you after all. I agree with alpha Harrington’s assessment and terms.”

All three men looked to Munson who was considering it. He rubbed the stubble on his chin. “It is sound judgment but I would like to add one thing, if I may?”

Mayor Roberts nodded. “Go on.”

“That the justice for Steve concerning the fate of Jason and Patrick be placed in my hands,” he growled.

The other three men blanched.

“They are still boys,” Mayor Roberts said, twisting a tissue in his hands nervously.

“I won’t kill them,” Munson promised. “But it’s time again I showed this town why I am its master.”

The mayor gulped, but nodded. Munson lowered his head slightly and then back up, not quite a nod, but an acknowledgment nonetheless.

Munson turned on his heel and walked out, the alpha and Dominus close behind.

***

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[justhilary123]

Curse of the WereMouse Chapter 3

*The Next Morning*

*Freyja is seen, laying on her bed, her alarm goes off and she wakes up*

Freyja: *yawns* I hope Mickey’s okay. I think I better go make sure he’s okay.

*Outside in the neighborhood*

Freyja: *Comes outside, wearing her pink fair maiden dress* Let’s go check up on Mickey.

*Freyja heads on over to Mickey’s house.*

Mickey: *comes downstairs, wearing his usual red shorts with white buttons, white gloves and yellow shoes* Coming! *opens the door*

Freyja: There’s our number one mouse.

Mickey: Golly! Hi, Freyja!

Freyja: I figured I come down here and see how you’re doing.

Mickey: Oh. I’m fine! *his tummy gave a loud rumble*

Freyja: Whoa! What was that?!

Mickey: *rubs his tummy* It’s only my tummy rumbling! I’m getting hungry. Ya know, I was about to go make some breakfast after I got dressed and did some washing up. Care to join me, princess?

Freyja: You bet! *her phone calls* It’s Leela. Hold on! *She answers the phone* What’s up, Creature Girl Leela!

Leela: Hi, Freyja! Think you can come over here after breakfast?

Freyja: Okay. I’m about to go have some breakfast with Mickey.

Leela: I see. Well. Ethan and I will see you later after breakfast.

Freyja: Okay. *hangs up*

Mickey: C’mon, Freyja! Let’s head to the kitchen for breakfast!

*After breakfast, Freyja went to visit Leela and Ethan.*

Freyja: So, how did the research go, Leela?

Leela: So far so good! Believe me. That was no ordinary wolf that attacked you guys last night. This is much more serious. Turns out that creature that attacked you guys is actually a werewolf.

???: Did someone say, werewolf?

*A man with a beard, a tan jacket, tan pants, black boots and a camouflage cap appeared.*

Leela: Who are you?

Wallace: Wallace McDuffy, at your service.

Leela: What are you doing here, Wallace?

Wallace: I came into this world looking for a werewolf. And I know a werewolf when I see one. And I’m planning on tracking it down and catching it.

Leela: There’s no way you’re gonna do that. As the creature girl, I ordered you to leave. Now! *kicks Wallace out*

Wallace: You haven’t heard the last of…

Ethan: I think we have, Buster! *Closes the door*

Wallace: Those brats would regret the day they ever heard of Wallace McDuffy!

Leela: Right then. Where were we?

Ethan: The werewolf?

Leela: Right! Werewolves are spooky creatures with fur, sharp claws and bushy tails.

Freyja: Oh my gosh! That is scary! It must’ve happened while we were with Colin and Josephine in the woods last night.

Leela: This is not good. Tonight’s a full moon.

Ethan: In that case, we better whip up an antidote.

Leela: You read my mind.

*Meanwhile, Hilary was visiting Mickey*

Hilary: I wonder what kind of fun we’re gonna be having today.

*She noticed Mickey wearing a vampire costume.*

Mickey: Ready to show off what you can boo?

Hilary: Ready!

Mickey: Yay! It’ll be a treat to use our imaginations together!

Hilary: So, what’s it going to be this time?

Mickey: Let’s pretend to be werewolves!

Hilary: *gasps* Werewolves?! Oh boy!

Mickey: Start by getting down on all fours! *He and Hilary both got down on all fours* Shake your fur and sharpen those claws! Now, lift your head and howl at the moon.

Mickey and Hilary: *howling*

Mickey: Hot dog! Pluto would love this game. *He stood up and helps Hilary to her feet* Oh. I’ve had such a howling good time imagining with you.

Hilary: *her phone rings* It’s Leela! *she answers the phone* Hello! Werewolves R Us!

Leela: Hilary! We’ve got a serious problem right now. Not only have we discovered that there’s a werewolf on the loose, but, we also got a hunter named Wallace who is after the beast.

Hilary: Not good at all! Hold on! I’ll be there in a minute. *hangs up* Mickey! I gotta go! Leela needs help with a creature.

Mickey: Okay. See ya later!

Hilary: Just Remember what Leela said, if anything goes wrong. Let me know. *she walks away*

Mickey: Hmm. I wonder what that is all about. Oh. Well.

*The Park*

Leela: *Claps her hands* Okay, guys. There are lives at stake and with the full moon coming out tonight and a werewolf that’s on the loose, everything could change quickly.

Ethan: Luckily, Leela, Freyja and I whipped up an antidote.

Freyja: For the antidote, we added a tuft of werewolf fur, wolfsbane, moonbeam and a sprig of dill.

Leela: All we have to do is find the werewolf, cure him with the antidote and blammo, all our problems are solved.

Hilary: Wait. What about the Wallace part?

Leela: Oh. Right. Wallace! We need to make sure he can’t catch that werewolf.

*Later that night, Mickey went to go see Pluto.*

Mickey: Hiya, Pluto! You won’t believe what we did today. This morning, Freyja came over for breakfast and earlier today, Hilary and I pretended to be werewolves. *got down on all fours* And I figured you would love this game!

Pluto: *barks, then, howls*

Mickey: *howls*

*The moon is seen, shining bright in the night sky*

Pluto: *gasps, then, barks*

Mickey: What is it, Pluto?

*Pluto went into a pointer bit, pointing toward the clouds moving to reveal the full moon*

Mickey: Oh no! Pluto! Run! Go get help! Get the kids! You gotta help me! Tell them I’m in danger! Before it’s too late! Go!

*Pluto runs off as Mickey’s transformation slowly begins*

Mickey: *his body starts to rapidly change, his teeth sharpen into fangs, his fingers sharpen as the claws come out, his tail gets all bushy, his shoes ripped and he becomes furry, as his red shorts with white buttons ripped. His eyes closed, now they are a golden yellow color*

*A long shot of the neighborhood*

*A loud howl is heard*

(To be continued...)

[high-voltage-rat]

In This Time or Any: A Mechquest and Dragonfable hero-and-reset-inspired spotify playlist

Shoutout yet again to @cyraen-ae whose encouragement in the tags was the reason I went through with posting this! tracklist (with youtube links for non-spotify users) and quotes below the cut!

1. Empire Now - Hozier

After all, darlin' I wouldn't sell the world / The way that things are turnin' / If it falls, I would hold on for all its worth / Future's so bright it's burnin'

2. Hero - Mountains vs. Machines

When everybody runs you gotta stand tall / Hit after hit you can never fall / If the stars come crashing / You'll be the one to catch them / Don't let go / You could be a hero

3. Go Get Your Gun - The Dear Hunter

We haven't won, and if we win, and if the morning light sets in / We've cheated fate again / And to those who die, please try to understand / That for those who die, we try the best we can

4. Battle Cry - Imagine Dragons

Stars are only visible in darkness / Fear is ever-changing and evolving / And I, I feel poisoned inside / But I, I feel so alive

5. Heroes (Reimagined) - Zayde Wolf

It's feeling like the sun's hiding / But we're gonna keep moving, surviving / No we won't go quiet tonight

6. Trapdoor - Casey Lee Williams & Martin Gonzalez

The pain it keeps invading / It's showing all over my face / Though I try to keep the hope alive / After all the things I've said and done / I don't feel like the chosen one / How will they see me if I lose my faith?

7. Still Feel. - Half•Alive

When I'm furthest from myself (Far away) / Feeling closer to the stars (Outer space) / I've been invaded by the dark (Can't escape) / Trying to recognize myself when I feel I've been replaced

8. CASTLE OF GLASS - Linkin Park

Bring me home in a blinding dream / Through the secrets that I have seen / Wash the sorrow from off my skin / And show me how to be whole again

9. Black Sky - WAR*HALL

Well it's all done / The silence stuns / A black sky will whisper: / "Your time has come"

10. Chasing The Sun - Billy Talent

And all that I've lost, and all that I've won / Don't mean nothing more when you open your eyes and they're gone

11. This Beautiful Life - The Dear Hunter

So let us force a smile and pretend that we're alive / Oh, but somewhere, none of this happened / The bullets removed themselves; life is beautiful

12. The Lightning Strike (What If This Storm Ends?) - Snow Patrol

What if this storm ends? / And leaves us nothing / Except a memory / A distant echo

13. If I Lose Myself - OneRepublic

You can feel the light start to tremble / Washing what you know out to sea, yeah / You can see your life out of the window tonight

14. Babylon - Barns Courtney

What planet are you on? / What constellation? / You're floating like a ghost / Out into the unknown / To the gates of Battleon Babylon

15. Just Breathe - The Unlikely Candidates

I have no memories / Just feelings lingering / Like a dog that's been kicked / So many times that he's sick / Bound to bite a hand and not know why

16. Pompeii - Bastille

But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all? / And if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like you've been here before?

17. Breathing Underwater - Metric

Out of place, all the time / In a world that wasn't mine to take / I'll wait / Is this my life? / Am I breathing underwater?

18. New Machines - Vinyl Theatre

Flooded in the sky / These secrets left untold / Scholars, lost to time / Ideas, overthrown / Secrets left untold

19. Deadmen - Saint PHNX

I’m drowning out / And asking why / My life is on repeat / I’m dreaming aspirations / Got no reason for defeat

20. Francesca - Hozier

Now that it's done / There's not one thing that I would change / My life was a storm since I was born / How could I fear any hurricane? / If someone asked me at the end / I'd tell them, "Put me back in it" / I would do it again

21. Ghosts - BANNERS

It's said and done, hard to believe / It's not dead and gone / I want to believe / All is well that ends well / But I just can't convince myself

22. Waiting Still - The Family Crest

Still you've got this empty cage / Oh your heart, oh your heart / Is it beating once again? / And the dark, and the dark / Is it speaking to you, friend?

23. A New Mission - Josh Whitehouse (no YT available)

The slightest realignments and my legs will fall beneath me / I've not even come to clock it and I'm facedown in my feelings / Thinking, "Where on earth am I? Where did my companions leave me?"

24. No Goodbyes (Friends Forever) - Fitz and the Tantrums

There's no goodbyes, just hope to see you soon / Will you recognize me? Will I recognize you? / Go through the things you gotta do / There's no goodbyes

25. You're Somebody Else - Flora Cash

Well, you look like yourself / But you're somebody else / Only it ain't on the surface / Well, you talk like yourself / No, I hear someone else though

26. Sons and Daughters - The Decemberists

Take up your arms / Sons and daughters / We will arise from the bunkers / By land, by sea, by dirigible / We'll leave our tracks untraceable now

27. May I Come Home From My War - Kelly Jones

Spending lost days, all the time I never get back / Trying to solve the ways of my mind and my make up

Note: a number of these songs are seemingly written with romantic love in mind, but I primarily chose ones where that love can still be interpreted as platonic and familial. I feel that the glue that binds the MQ/DF story together is the love and community that the Hero is a part of, so it was an inextricable part of my song choices.

[beast-towers]

Final of Clashing Worlds.

From the last post and now we are on part two and final of my comic. Thank you all for the read!

Previous Part of Clashing Worlds

Warning: Some Blood and brighter colors will be shown, I do apologize about that.

Wish to continue? Alrighty then!

Hunter’s Report:

Time: 8:36 AM

Region: England

Area of Sighting: Alton Towers

As I explained before in the beginning of my last report of Uri’s sighting, Uri and her fellow Guardians felt an uneasy sensation in the air, and she has found one of the pieces. It was hard to believe that whatever this was, it has placed a Twisted “Blessing” onto Otsana Risa, Guardian Beast of The Smiler. Uri had done everything in her power to at least weaken Otsana and bring her to be purified… I’m afraid that was proven to be a difficult task.

As I and Alton discuss this situation, we’ve heard an explosion created by Uri. With no hesitation, I ran to the location, as a grandmother, I do worry for my grandchildren… but with this Darkness looming over the land, I didn’t want it to take another victim.

I thankfully reached my granddaughter in time before whatever was watching can make a move… I know it’s not Melanthios… the very demon I defeated so long ago. This is different, but not in the same threat level as him… well, it’s close enough unfortunately. Which it is concerning enough for Alton and the beasts. Whatever or whoever this was, he fears it still has enough power to do the very same to the other beasts… just like the poor Werewolf.

I have sent a band of hunters to track down Otsana’s blood trail and her whereabouts… This was my mistake. This darkness didn’t leave, and since it didn’t get their claws on my granddaughter’s soul, I’m afraid it grabbed them instead… UNFORGIVABLE. I and my family went out to search for them… nothing. Except claw marks and a scent of Otsana’s blood, and… unknown smell of someone and a horrible chemical smell. I’m not sure it was this dark energy or her…. My only prayer now is that the hunters are alive and fighting to escape…

Unfortunately, I will need further proof and an identification to launch a full hunt, capture, and rescue. I will be sending close Allies, my fellow Huntress, and my Grandson: Sycorax, Edric, Calypso, and Zyran to aid Alton with the beasts’ worries, while in the hopes to capture Otsana… if my and my dear friend’s Sight is correct and played right, perhaps one of them can help Otsana see through this polluted darkness, and return her to the light.

End of Report.

-Wolf Van Helsing, Lady of the Abyss Watchers.

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Thank you all so much for reading! This has been very interesting experience for me, and I hope I’ll get better at it in time ^^;

So! What really inspired me to make this? Once a fucking again, Darbi. Mostly Season 3 Ep. 42 Clensing (IV) or #117. (If wrong let me know so I can edit this) I HIGHLY recommend reading it! While it was on hiatus, I decided to read Season 3 and I forgot all about that scene of Dolla fighting Darbi, and it didn’t leave my mind until I finally caved in and created this! Was it fun? Yes. HOWEVER; my only mistake here is this: I should of planned it better. This all came into mind and that alone, so hopefully next time if I ever thought of this again, I’m grabbing my Note Book to write for ideas….

And lastly! And I’m still gonna thank you for this again! @twistedtowers for the incredible redesigning of Otsana! (And I’m sorry she didn’t get a W ;w; but the two got a tie… I know, still not a W ;-;) I wanted to experiment and have of the idea of “Otsana wants and has to prove she can Control the park, but there are those who would step up and forbid her from doing that.” A.K.A, Uri and perhaps now some future characters.

Okay, off to what was going on with the two having glowing lines! Welp, that’s not only a self regeneration, but also a way to charge up their attacks. Example: Otsana’s Flash attack. (Welp, looks like it’s been powered up now… thanks Regan.) with enough energy she can unleash it to an whole group, but pretty sure after this scuffle… she may want some training 😬 but she felt a bit proud for forcing Uri back into human form while stunning her.

As for Uri, why did her eyes changed? Welp, if pushed WAAAY in her limit, a deep Primal Instinct will be awakened. Her grandmother calls it: Primal Spirit. Basically it boosts up the power of the individual, and they are easily set off into a rage. But don’t be fooled, just because the person is mega angry, doesn’t mean they’re fully blinded, this will make them more focused and unleash their rage on the weak spot. Downside however, it will drain the person HEAVILY, causing them to be knocked out for awhile as seen from Uri.

Finally, Wolf Van Helsing herself. What or who is she? Well, for short. She is Uri’s Grandmother, and a Shiftwalker woman who survived a horrific war and carnage from a demon named, Melanthios, The Dark Flower who Blooms in One’s Heart. And that massive star like shape on her chest…. That’s a scar. Girl took in a deadly hit just to seal Melas away for 150 years. While dying, her allies and deceased old friend separated Melas’s life energy, and transferred it to her. Reborn as a being of Light, Creation, and Life. And to make things complicated for Melanthios, she transferred the same Energy to her children, and they passed it on to their children… like Uri. Explains why her transformation looks like a piece of an orange nebula. (Look man, I love space.)

Extras: Who are Sycorax, Edric, Zyran, and Calypso?? Two out of the four are my old ocs that I decided to bring back for fun! That being: Sycorax a battle scarred man and user of Alchemy Magic and a wolf side that might surprise Otsana, and Edric the adopted son of an Ice Queen (she belongs to a close bro of mine) and a man with a secret identity (Hint: he is NOT human.) he also uses Ice and Space magic as well for combat, but it’s the Black Ice that should be concerning IF pushed to his limits.

Zyran is Uri’s big brother (like 4 years older) and pretty sure after this incident… yeah home boi will unleash his thunder. As for Calypso, a fierce huntress well known in the Hunters World, but what role is she gonna play here? ;3

[fulldreamsahead]

Werewolf Moon

Last night I had a dream where I was starting back at my old grocery store job. I figured not that much could have changed in the decade I had been gone since I've shopped their since, but as I went to work it was totally different. The deli slicing counter (one of many jobs I worked there) was in a totally different place and stood almost like this huge cubby hole wall of meat shelves. Each cubby was supposed to have a specific deli meat in it, but it was totally empty and the case lights were off. I thought it wasn't even open and since I had worked there before they just threw me right in. I spent my morning doing other jobs I was accustomed with around the store since it didn't seem like my station was usable. I figured with the recent winter storms that the power was off. Around 2-3 hours, I hear my manager taking a deli order and come around a corner where I was cleaning something.

I run over to apologize and the manager isn't mad. He tells me my station is open, but I was doing the right thing because most people assume it's not because of how it looks. There's something wrong with the new display, but he passed the reigns over for me to do the order. His office was nearby so he tucked in there to keep working and I found that none of the meat was in the cold case. My manager said it was because the power was out and the food would be okay being out for a few hours. Now it's been years, but I've gotten my food safety license more than a few times and that is not correct, but my manager didn't care. As I was trying to just find the meat, which was literally just sitting willy nilly on a bunch of sheet trays with wire racks so the dripping meat didn't overflow, more people come up as they see the deli is open.

They are all these stereotypical middle aged moms and they have LISTS of meats. I'm talking the average is half a pound per person, usually two meats, one cheese, but these women want like 2-3 lbs and like 5 different meats. I'm already struggling as is with the first order and finally another coworker from another station comes over to help. She's having as much trouble and my manager joins in too. I end up getting stuck on roast beef as there are only like 2-3 little chunks of it for a woman who wanted a pound and a half. I get out like 1/3 of what she wants from the pieces and I viscerally see the meat squishing and not quite fitting in the oversized slicers. She forgives me, but just as I'm about to go to her next meat order, the lights in the whole store go out.

I hear a curse being cast. It's in a demonic tongue and I can tell it's cast on me. It's a chant that sort of tells me that for my next three shifts, my coworkers will die around me due to my folly and on the third shift I will die. I'm obviously SHOOK and when the lights come back on, no time has passed. The women still want their orders and I have to excuse myself because I feel sick.

I spend the rest of my shift trying to figure out what happened to no avail. My manager tells me they're cooking off some of the almost spoiled food after work as a party and I should join. I try to talk about the curse, but he just laughs. After my shift, I go out back and stand inside a glass door looking at my coworkers. They're having a grand ole time in the back parking lot and I keep thinking about the curse. I hear a gong that I heard when the lights went out earlier and sure enough, the curse kicks in. I rush outside to warn everyone, but this time they aren't out of time. They are complaining about the lights and laughing at my antics saying its a remnant of the storm. I try to tell them when that demonic voice casts werewolves upon us.

For some reason, this calms me. I know how to deal with werewolves, I think. My coworkers are startled from hearing the voice and we all prepare for a wolf attack the best we can. We got a guy on a bbq with his spatula and people with beer ready to break bottles. All of a sudden, I hear someone scream to look up. I move my eyes to the sky and all the blood rushes out of my body. Now, in the real world, I am absolutely terrified of aliens. They freak me out to no end, and guess what's coming down in the sky? A set of green fucking aliens in a little space ship. I legit, IN DREAM, scream out loud about how that is NOT werewolves, but the aliens are upon me. One jumps out and it's the size of a small dog and has an 'o' shaped mouth that is lined with fangs like a lamprey mouth. I scream as it sucks blood from me like a fucking leech and is super wily for its size. It is making all these dog attack noises and my coworkers try to help me, but it moves too quick. I'm in immense pain and each time I get a hit on the alien, it has the consistency of a cheap Halloween mask. I watch its head can in and flop around over and over until the attack is over and the aliens leave.

My store believes me now and they don't know what to do. One of my coworkers died in the skirmish. They wonder if me quitting will break the curse. For whatever reason, it's decided this won't help and instead all we can do is defend. The dream cuts to the next day where I'm at the cheese counter talking to the ladies there because they know all about superstitions. It's something to do with the cheese, my dream brain tells me and there's something off about all the many labels. They are cheeses from places that don't exist, cheese from other dimensions, and cheese's made from the milk of mythical creatures. The cheese ladies aren't super worried about the curse and don't think of it as such. They say people who mistakenly meddle with magic make mistakes all the time and we just need to try to access the situation calmly. I think they are out of their minds because they weren't at the party or attacked, but they tell me to chill out and take a dip.

I don't know what this means until one of the cheese ladies (who looks like Jordan Myrick just for a moment) jumps over the counter and down into a green tinted river below. She swims around to get back up to the counter like its a deck of a boat and the curse gongs that it is time. We see a huge shadow of what finally looks like a werewolf swim up below her and we all yell to her. She is unperturbed and says its fine and gets back to the counter where she hoists up out of the water. The shape follows her, but never breeches the surface. Instead it coasts, something about the magic of the cheese where all the labels suddenly change. Every single cheese label now advertises a type of werewolf and one of the cheese ladies sagely informs me that it's all about perspective. I think she is a genius and has saved everyone and that's when I wake up.

As of writing this it is 7am the morning of 1/13/25.

Last night the full moon was known as the wolf moon.

When I opened my eyes, the moon was positioned just so the light of it was covering my face and blinding me.

Weird coincidence.