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swiftgronmasterpost · 4 years ago

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Spring/Summer/Fall 2013 - The End(?)

Click here for an appropriately sad Swiftgron breakup playlist.

I don’t know if it’s important or not but Dianna wishes several friends a late happy birthday on twitter, apologizing for missing the actual day through this spring and summer. It seems like maybe she’s going through something (like a bad break up?) because it’s not like her to miss friends’ birthdays.

March 26, 2013 - Maybe a relevant tweet?

April 7, 2013 - Dianna tweets a photo of James Dean in a day dream like setting:

April 16, 2013 - The article that outed them:

Someone made a fake article that said Swiftgron was dating:

Dianna tweets seven times that day which is a bit much for her.

The hashtag here stands out to me:

The fake article goes viral and all week people are tweeting about the possibility that Dianna and Taylor are dating.

April 23, 2012

It seems to culminate on this day. Many people are buzzing about Swiftgron and this actress tweets:

That’s right at midnight.

About 12 hours later Dianna deletes her public Tumblr:

On that same day Dianna reblogs several things on her private Tumblr. These two stand out to me:

She reblogged both of these posts and the only hashtag they had in common was “#lost love” - she was searching that hashtag.

I think it’s very clear that today is the day Swiftgron 2.0 broke up. I believe they were forced to by their management teams due to being outed.

April 24, 2013 - Taylor seems regretful/stressed out she screenshots her text to Austin and posts:

I think Dianna’s obviously upset about this and as an act of defiance she tweets at Taylor a few days later (Taylor does not respond.)

April 29, 2013

Instead Taylor posts on Dianna’s Birthday (April 30) a silly google search (very DIanna in nature tbh) with a play on the lyrics from 22:

Taylor had the week of Dianna’s 27th birthday off of the Red tour (it was scheduled like that) but as far as we know they did not hang out.

May 4, 2013 - Ours

At her first show since their supposed break-up, Taylor performs Ours as a surprise song. She introduces it by saying: “This is a song about how, when you fall in love everybody starts to give you their opinion. I imagine it could be really hard to make a relationship last, I wouldn’t know. But, given that everyone is giving you their own opinion about it, I think that the only opinion you should really listen to is yours and if you love that person, that should be all that matters.”

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Dianna dyes her hair brown and goes to Morocco a week later with Ashley (”You searched the world for something else, To make you feel like what we had”) from about May 11 - May 14 or 15. While there she attends the A Small World relaunch. ASW could be viewed as a bit “sketchy” if you will. I think this is where she befriends Olivia Wilde.

This is Dianna’s first (known) trip to Morocco (Derek Blasberg is there too) but she seems to be drawn there over and over again after this, even marrying Winston Marshall there (and possibly meeting another boyfriend, Gus Wenner there.)

May 19, 2013 - Billboard Music Awards in Las Vegas

Taylor wins 8 awards and says this during her acceptance speech:

This and the performance of Ours makes me think Taylor is bitter about a break up right now, even though publicly she broke up with Harry back in January.

This is also the event where Taylor is famously grossed out by Justin and Selena’s hetero nonsense and does this:

It seems like as always, Taylor has a lot going on right now...some kind of drama with Justin is boiling but it’s possible she’s also referencing her breakup with Dianna in her acceptance speech.

Dianna pops back up in NYC.

May 20, 2013 - WLW icon Kristen Stewart apparently spends the night at Taylors?

May 28, 2013 - Taylor plays Haunted on the Red Tour and gives a speech:

"This is a song that I haven't played on this tour so far. It came up when one of my friends tweeted the lyrics to it today and it reminded me that I haven't played this song in about two years. It has to do with the fact that, you know people talk about ghosts all the time. You just kind of imagine it being this supernatural thing, but there's another kind of ghost and it's just a person who is out there walking in the world or just doesn't love you anymore and that's a whole different kind of being haunted." Seems like she’s really going through it.

July 2, 2013 - Anniversary of Hyannis Port trip and interesting private Tumblr post from Dianna:

Bad things happen this summer. Cory Monteith passes away and Taylor is assaulted at a meet and greet by a DJ.

July 2013 - Dianna buys a house in LA (I Wish You Would)

August 2013 - Dianna’s whosirmesir moniker gets outed and she stops blogging under that tumblr account.

August 14, 2013 - Taylor is in a weird place according to the Lover diaries:

1. she seems to have basically written The Lakes here

2. she’s really harping on themes she ends up addressing in I Know Places, Out of the Woods, and Wonderland

August 29, 2013 - Dianna steps out with restaurateur Nick Mathers.

Not sure what to make of this one. Dianna seems to date two types of men: 1. teeny bopper actors for bearding and pr purposes (it generally seems) and 2. rich businessmen. Nick is type 2, but their relationship is reported on as if it’s PR. “Sources” call up gossip sites to fill them in on the relationship and both their projects get plugged along with announcements on them as a couple:

I don’t know if they were more or less legit but she goes out with Taylor five days later...

September 4, 2013 - The Fun! Concert:

Swiftgron’s last pre-Kaylor public sighting - they go to a Fun! concert in LA

It’s just a split instant of video footage but Sarah Hyland uploads this to Vine and it does not look like Dianna is enjoying herself:

Note: It kind of looks like DIanna has her arm around Taylor’s waist and also the person to the right of Taylor is Selby Drummond who is still friends with DIanna as of writing of this masterpost (December 2020) and who still appears to be a fan of Taylor’s.

Dianna does look miserable but I do think it’s interesting they seem to be making an effort to hang out on the two year anniversary of their public (perhaps private as well) first meeting.

Dianna tweets about the concert the next day:

September 6, 2013 - Taylor plays Speak Now as the surprise song on the Red tour. Interesting given the timing of Dianna and her new boyfriend being public just one week before this.

September 8, 2013 - Taylor plays Sad, Beautiful Tragic for the first time ever live and gives this speech:

"I kind of feel like playing a song I've never ever played live before. This is um a song that I wrote about how you know just because something's over doesn't mean it wasn't incredibly beautiful. Cause another lesson I've learned is not all stories have a happy ending and you have to learn how to deal with that. So this is a song about a story that didn't end so happily but was still supposed to happen. This is called Sad, Beautiful, Tragic."

I don’t think this song was originally written about Dianna but I do think at this time while they stumble through the last phase of their relationship Taylor was inspired to sing it.

October 2013 - Taylor writes I Wish You Would, a song inspired by an ex who had recently bought a house near her driving past her house. It’s thought to be about Harry but Harry didn’t buy a house in LA until March 2014. But of course we know Dianna did buy a house near Taylor’s in LA earlier this fall.

November 11, 2013 - The music video for “She’s Just Another Girl” premiers starring Dianna looking stunning in high fashion drag, dressed up as the lead singer, and lip syncing the words to the song:

Some lyrics to the song include:

All of my friends say I should move on She's just another girl, don't let her stick it to your heart so hard And all of my friends say it wasn't meant to be And it's a great big world, she's just another girl

I could be reeling them in left and right Something's got a hold on me, tonight Well maybe all of my friends should confront The fact that I don't want another girl

I think it’s at least possible that Dianna was drawn to this project because the lyrics resonated to her given what she was going through with Taylor at the time.

November 12, 2013 - Day of Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show rehearsals and Dianna posts this (now deleted) picture:

November 13, 2013 - Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show where Taylor performs and Karlie Kloss walks the runway.

Dianna posts this picture (now deleted) of her at Emma Stone’s birthday party from 11 months previous:

It’s likely she’s looking at Taylor in this photo who was seated across from her.

It’s a very random picture to post. It wasn’t titled as a throwback and it wasn’t an exact year after the picture was taken (prompting some kind of happy birthday shout out to Emma Stone or anything) - just a random picture of Dianna smiling, likely at Taylor.

November 17, 2013 - Dianna posts a (now deleted) photo about missing someone:

November 21, 2013 - Taylor posts lyrics from a hopeful love song about a troubled relationship:

Lyrics:

December 9, 2013 - Dianna listens to Pale Blue Eyes

Lyrics are about being emo over a lost love with Blue Eyes:

Sometimes I feel so happy Sometimes I feel so sad Sometimes I feel so happy But mostly you just make me mad Baby, you just make me madLinger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes

Thought of you as my mountaintop Thought of you as my peak Thought of you as everything I've had, but couldn't keep I've had, but couldn't keep

Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes

If I could make the world as pure And strange as what I see I'd put you in the mirror I put in front of me I put in front of meLinger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes

Skip a life completely Stuff it in a cup She said, "Money is like us in time It lies, but can't stand up" Down for you is upLinger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyesIt was good what we did yesterday And I'd do it once again The fact that you are married Only proves you're my best friend But it's truly, truly a sinLinger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes

December 11, 2013 - You know the drill...Dianna posts a now deleted photo to Instagram:

December 13, 2013 - Dianna posts an attention grabbing photo on Taylor’s Birthday

Conclusions - Swiftgron very clearly goes through a rough breakup due to being outed.

Then they attempt some sort of reconciliation - even hanging out (date night?) on the second anniversary of their Fairfax Flea Market meetcute, but it goes wrong.

Taylor is on tour for much of this time and Dianna is posting angst ridden and peculiar Instagram posts exactly at the time Taylor meets Karlie.

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winchestershiresauce · 4 years ago

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Play Your Cards Right

Summary: Plus-sized hunter!Reader runs into Dean Winchester in a dive bar. Things get steamy.

Dean x Reader

2237 words

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ - smut

Note: I posted this on AO3 forever ago but I’ve decided to come to tumblr now that I’m writing more. I’m pretty proud of this one! Enjoy!

You sat heavily on the barstool, half a cold beer in your hand. Your head rested between the pointer finger and thumb of your other hand. You were a bit sore and a bit tired, but mostly, you were just happy that this hunt was over. This stupid werewolf in stupid Nowhere, MO had caused you more frustration that you’d like to admit, but you’d finally ganked the bastard.

Your eyes drifted around the room, taking in the dive bar for all that it was. The lights were dim, the varnish was peeling off the wood bar, the coasters were falling apart, and everyone was wearing jeans with holes not meticulously put there for fashion but by good, hard work. It was just your thing. Here, no one gave a shit that your hair was up in a messy ponytail, your boots had mud -- and shit, was that blood? -- caked on them, and your “more cushion” body was packed into comfy jeans, a tight tank top, and a loose, open flannel. Here, you could drink too much beer and stumble across the street to your sketchy hotel room and not worry about whether you were impressing anyone or not. Hell, you’d be out of this town by noon tomorrow and you’d never see any of these people or places again: just the way you liked it.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this bitch beat us to our case,” said a familiar voice as his solid form sauntered over to your side of the bar. Well, so much for never seeing anyone from this bar again: you were quite familiar with the hunter to whom that voice belonged. You lifted your head and turned to face the man addressing you.

“What a surprise, I’ve beaten Dean Winchester to the punch again,” you replied with a smirk. He draped his arm around your shoulders and motioned to the bartender for two shots of whiskey.

“You don’t have to be so smug about it, sweetheart,” Dean answered, feigning offense, “How have things been? Killed anything exciting lately?” You rolled your eyes a bit and readjusted in your seat. While you and the Winchester brothers weren’t exactly close, you considered them friends. There was something to say about the camaraderie (and slight competition) between hunters.

“Aside from the werewolf you were apparently coming for?” you retorted. The bartender brought over the whiskeys and Dean threw money on the bar. He handed you one of the small glasses filled with just-barely-above-bottom-shelf golden whiskey and held the other up. The two of you clinked the glasses together and tipped the god-awful-but-at-least-it’s-booze spirit back into your mouths and down your throats. Dean pulled another bar stool up close to you and sat down, his arm still draped over your shoulders.

“I fully blame Sam for miscalculating the lunar cycle,” Dean replied with a small laugh. “But maybe if I play my cards right, I’ll get to conquer a different kind of beast tonight.” He gave you a quick wink before taking a sip of the beer the bartender had set down in front of him. You raised your eyebrows and placed a hand on his denim-clad thigh.

“How good of a card player are you?” you asked with a hint of sass.

His lips curled to mirror your smirk as he replied, “I’m a damn good card player, and you know that.” He leaned in close to your ear: so close that his bottom lip lightly brushed your ear lobe as he whispered, “And that’s not the only thing I’m damn good at.” His hand moved to squeeze your thick thigh and he licked his lips. Your breath hitched in your throat a little. God, he was good. You’d certainly thought about fucking the smug hunter before, and you were really thinking about it now.

“Tell me more,” you responded, trying to play it cool. You took another swig of your beer, choosing to pretend that you could not feel your arousal beginning to soak your panties.

Dangerous lust flashed across his eyes. “I’d rather show you,” he said, each word piercing through to your core. The two of you had never done this before, and you were a little surprised at how quickly things were moving. You weren’t insecure about your chubby body, but you briefly thought about how you definitely could have dressed in a way that flattered your assets better. You shouldn’t have been surprised that you would pick someone up -- or, more accurately, be picked up -- on the night you had put zero effort into your appearance. You would’ve worn a different, tighter pair of jeans tonight if you’d known Dean Winchester would be strutting into the bar.

You nodded wordlessly as he gripped your soft thigh a little tighter. His other arm slowly dropped down from your shoulders to wrap around your waist. His calloused fingers touched the soft bare skin of your partially exposed belly and sent electricity throughout your skin.

“I think tasting you is long overdue,” he whispered as he stood up beside you. Suddenly his arms were wrapped around your middle and his chest was pressed against your back. His hot breath caressed your neck and you were done for. You may be a hunter, but you were still a red-blooded human with needs. You stood up, threw twenty bucks on the bar, and turned to face the other hunter. You reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair, causing your tank top to lift a bit more, exposing the stretch marks that ran down your side.

“I’m not usually this easy, Winchester, but get your ass to my motel room,” you said into his ear. You placed light kisses along his jawline and he groaned softly as he pulled you tighter to him.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Dean replied. He grabbed your hand and all but dragged you out into the night air. You silently thanked every god in the book that your motel was just across the street as you felt the familiar hunger of lust pulse through your body.

The instant you closed the motel room door behind you, Dean had your back pressed against it. He grabbed your face roughly in both hands and his slightly chapped lips collided with your own. With one hand in his hair and one hand on his hip, you pulled him in close to you. You parted your lips enough to let his tongue tangle with yours, and you could feel yourself getting exponentially wetter by the second.

With his hand in your hair, he tilted your head back to more thoroughly expose your neck to him. Before you could even react, Dean was placing hungry kisses and light nips across the sensitive flesh. You let out a soft moan in response and he moved his free hand to roughly cup your ass. Wasting no time, your fingers found the hem of his shirt and lifted to pull it over his head. He barely missed a beat kissing and sucking at your throat as he allowed the t-shirt to be removed. He ran his hands across your collarbone to slide your open flannel over your shoulders, and you shrugged it to the floor. Next, off came your tank top, and Dean paused to take in the sight of you nearly spilling out of your favorite black lace bra.

“What?” you asked with a slight laugh, unsure whether you should be flattered or self-conscious of his stare.

“Nothing. You’re just even sexier than I expected,” he replied before crashing his lips into yours again. You would have rolled your eyes if you weren’t so distracted by the feeling of need pulsing between your thighs.

Continuing to kiss you hungrily, Dean ran his nimble fingers down the naked flesh of your side before moving to unbutton your jeans. His kisses moved from your lips, up your jaw, and to the sensitive spot behind your ear and he easily maneuvered your jeans off your hips. You could feel his rock-hard erection against your soft stomach and a shiver ran up your spine. You grabbed his face, kissing him harder, and swiftly directed him to the bed. The backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed and, in one fluid movement, he’d turned the two of you around and pushed you back onto the bed. Before you could even begin to sit up, Dean was gripping your jeans and panties and yanking them off of you.

“I told you I wanted to taste you,” he said as your head arched back in anticipation. Dean roughly grabbed your round hips and jerked you to the edge of the bed. On his knees, he moved your heavy legs to his shoulders, giving him the perfect view of just how wet you were. A lustful smirk danced across his lips before he moved to take your aching clit into his mouth. You gasped with pleasure at the sudden sensation, losing your breath as he moved his tongue across the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, Dean,” you panted as his mouth danced over your soaked, sensitive slit. His tongue swirled around your aching bud, and you could already feel your orgasm building. With each circle his tongue made around your clit, tension built in your muscles. Your thighs, rested firmly on Dean’s shoulders, tightened with pleasure as he stuck first one finger, then two, inside you. He bent his fingers toward him, stroking against the sweet spot inside your slick entrance as if beckoning for your climax.

“Come for me,” Dean growled, his face still buried in the wetness between your thighs. He anchored his mouth around your clit, his tongue flicking over the tip, and you felt the shockwave pulse through your body. Your thighs clamped tight around Dean’s head as your orgasm quivered through every muscle. He continued his pattern of licking and sucking as each wave of pleasure pulsed through you.

As your body began to relax, Dean ran his hands along the soft, warm skin of your thighs, then your hips, and your belly. He grinned as his every touch sent ripples across your skin. He stretched his hands across your tummy and up to your breasts as he slowly stood. You sat up, moving your legs from his shoulders to his waist, and hungrily pulled his mouth to yours. He let out a soft groan as you teased his lips with your tongue, tasting yourself on every millimeter of his mouth.

His hands moved up your back to unclasp the bra holding your large, soft breasts against you. He placed greedy, open-mouthed kisses across your neck. You could feel your arousal aching for more as he tossed your bra aside and began to tantalize your nipples. He rolled the hard nub under his thumb and you pressed into him. You wanted to feel his touch on every part of you. You ran your hand down his hard chest, sweeping subtly over his own nipples, before reaching to unbutton his jeans. You plunged your hand into his boxers to wrap your soft, nimble fingers around his hard, throbbing length. He bit his lip to stifle the moan and rocked his hips into your hand. You entwined the fingers of your other hand tightly into his hair, needily pulling his whole body against you.

Before you knew it, you were on your back in the middle of the bed and Dean was crawling up to meet your mouth with more hungry kisses, having hastily stepped out of his jeans and boxer briefs. His large hand held the back of your head, pushing you forward to his meet his violent kisses.

“I need you inside me,” you gasped breathlessly in his ear. His cock twitched in your hand as you brought him toward your waiting entrance. It wasn’t that you never expected to fuck Dean Winchester, but the sound of your name cascading from his lips as his erection plunged into you was almost more than you could handle. With one hand roughly on your hip, he delved deep into you and you could feel your breath hitch with each thrust.

Finding the perfect rhythm, your hips crashed into each other as he pumped his cock in and out of you. He took your right nipple into his mouth and tweaked it with his tongue. Your back arched, causing his length to slam into your sweet spot. Your body begged for release as the overload of pleasure and sensation ripped through you like lightning. His pace quickened as he plunged into you harder and faster. His teeth grazed your nipple and you gasped. Your fingernails dug sharply into his shoulder blade and he thrust into you deeper than you thought possible. Your walls spasmed around him as you came again. Your every pore filled with warmth as the waves of your high quivered through you. His grip on your hip tightened as he reached his own high, your name dripping off his lips as he bucked into you and spilled his seed into your tight core. Your hips moved together as you rode through the aftershocks together.

Dean flopped down beside you as your breathing slowly returned to normal. “I guess I underestimated you,” you said as he pulled you into his chest.

“I told you I was good at more than just cards.”

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rainy-day-gracie · 5 years ago

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Old Friends 4

Spencer Reid x reader

This chapter includes more of Reader’s backstory, I included a brother, but if you don’t have a brother... just do whatever you want. More fluff!!

Enjoy :)

Chapter 5 has been posted!!

Chapter 4:

“C’mon, smarty pants! We can do it!” I was practically yelling in between pants and heaves. “So close!”

“I hate you so much,” I heard him wheeze.

I was the only one in the world that could convince Spencer to go on a jog through the city, and I think he was regretting that decision severely. “Do it for donuts!”

When we finally reached our end destination, he practically collapsed onto a nearby bench, his chest heaving up and down.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” I asked with a smile. “We’re close to the cafe and the subway, so we won’t even have to walk that far.”

“For the record, it definitely was that bad, YFN. Don’t try and sugar coat it.”

I grabbed his wrist and pulled him off the bench. “We need carbs, right now. Carbs covered in chocolate and sprinkles, let’s go.”

He groaned and followed me into the cafe. “Where will we get changed into work clothes?”

“They have bathrooms at the BAU. Stop whining-“ I stopped talking as soon as I saw who was in front of me.

Morgan looked just as surprised to see us, sweaty, tired, and together, at 7:30 in the morning. His surprised look quickly changed into an amused one, and Morgan started chuckling. “Well, hello, lovebirds.”

“Hello, Morgan,” I said, feeling like I was caught. But we weren’t, right? We’re not dating, and all we did was go for a jog together. “Um, good morning.”

I could feel Spencer’s nervous energy rolling off of him. “Hey, Morgan.”

Morgan gave one last chuckle, and left the cafe without another word. Through the window I could see him pulling out his phone. There was nothing we could do about it now.

It was only our luck. I chuckled slightly at the thought, and turned to the cashier. “Four chocolate covered donuts with sprinkles, an unsweetened iced tea, and a large coffee with lots of milk and sugar please.”

---

I sat at my desk, trying not to laugh at how Spencer winced every time he had to move his legs. Morgan kept looking over at us and chuckling.

I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t a big deal. No matter what happens, we’re still old friends. We aren’t dating, and a jog in the early morning together isn’t exactly romantic.

During our lunch break, JJ came up to me. “Why is Morgan giggling like a four year old?”

“Well, Spencer and I went on a jog together this morning. We went to a cafe after and Morgan was there also.” I explained in a low voice. “He’s now convinced we were on some kind of date, which we weren’t.”

JJ looked dumbfounded. “Spence must care about you more than we thought. No one’s ever been able to get him to go on a jog before.”

I laughed. “Well, I think he now hates me for it so-“

“Hello, wonderful people!” Garcia called from the railing. “We have a case!”

---

“First victim, Bethany Conlin, was found beaten to death just outside of a small town, Pagosa Springs, Colorado.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Pagosa Springs?”

Garcia looked confused. “Yeah, What is it?”

“Oh um, nothing, it’s just my hometown.” Not much of a home anymore.

“Oh cool! Anyways, a second victim, Cassie Holloway, was found by some hikers by a commonly traveled trail in the woods. Also beaten to death.”

I tried to keep tears out of my eyes. Cassie?

The team quickly talked over theories for a profile. The only thing I heard was, “Wheels up in 30.”

Before we left, Spencer and Morgan both pulled me aside.

“What’s wrong?” Spencer asked quietly.

“You could barely keep it together in there.” Morgan added.

I took a deep breath. “Cassie... She was my best friend until I moved away. She was the sweetest...” I squeezed my eyes shut to keep the tears from falling. “And she was murdered.”

They were both silent.

I opened my eyes, anger replacing my sadness. “Let’s catch this son of a bitch.”

---

Hotch gave assignments on the jet. “Rossi, Reid, YLN, go to the ME to find out what you can about the bodies. Morgan, JJ, you guys go to the dump sites. Prentiss and I will interview the families.”

“Actually, Hotch,” I interjected. “Could I possibly interview the families? Um... Cassie Holloway was my good friend, and I’m from Pagosa Springs.” I looked down at the file in my lap. Cassie’s file.

Hotch considered it. “That would be alright. They might share more with you if they already know you. And YLN?”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry for your friend.”

---

Cassie’s parents looked exactly the same as they did when we were 10. Her mom had dark red hair, and her dad was bald. I used to think they looked scary, but now they just looked sad.

I cleared my throat when I walked into the room. “Um, Mr. and Mrs. Holloway? I don’t know if you remember me but-“

Her mother gasped. “YFN? Is that you?”

I gave a small smile. “Yes, I’m here to catch Cassie’s killer. Um, have you seen her recently?”

Her father sniffled. “We saw her two days ago. We had dinner together, and... she was fine.” He erupted into a fit of tears.

It hurt me in my chest to see this kind man that had practically raised me until I was twelve so broken up like this. “Did she mention anyone that had bothered her? Or someone she might’ve rejected? I know she’s a local bartender, maybe someone there?”

Her mother shook her head, rubbing her husband’s back. “You know Cassie... everyone loved her.”

It was true. Cassie was one of the kindest souls I’ve ever come across. “One last question... does she know Bethany Conlin?”

Both of her parents looked at each other, then back at me. “Yes,” her mother breathed. “They were sorority sisters together in college.”

---

“Hotch!” I called across the station. “Bethany and Cassie were sorority sisters in college. They both went to Colorado State, they hadn’t spoken in a couple years, but it couldn’t be a coincidence that they both ended up dead in a week's period.”

“This makes it highly likely that whoever is doing this went to college with them.” Hotch pulled out his phone.

“What do you need, bossman?” Garcia called over speakerphone.

“Garcia, Bethany and Cassie were sorority sisters in college. Can you find any incidents with the two of them that stand out or could be a motive?” I didn’t realize how fast my heart was beating until I stopped talking.

“Hmmm... nothing jumps out, but I’m going to investigate further! Goodbye, my lovelies!”

As soon as we hung up, the local sheriff approached us. “We just got an anonymous tip saying a third body would be found in an old abandoned bar on the edge of town,” the sheriff paused, and looked at me. “The caller said you had to be the one to find it first. Otherwise, and I quote, ‘there will be more than beaten bones next time’.”

I took a deep breath. “Let’s go.”

---

The abandoned bar smelled like stale beer and mildew. I felt an odd chill when I entered the door, Hotch and Emily waiting outside.

Pulling out a flashlight, the eerie bar creaked with every step I took. It wasn’t until I saw the pair of feet lying on the ground that made me stop, the bar falling silent.

Slowly rounding the corner, I saw the torn clothing and broken body of a young man, probably the same age as me. I looked at his pale hands, and then I saw the ring. A plain gold ring that read ‘be strong for me’.

“Oh my god,” I whispered.

My feet couldn’t carry me fast enough out of that bar. I ran outside, desperate for fresh air, and I heard shouts calling after me.

“YLN!” Prentiss chased me until I stopped to lean against the car, my head in my hands. “Hey, you’re hyperventilating!”

I slowed down my breathing enough to gasp a few words. “The body... a ring... my fault... oh my god, this is my fault!”

Prentiss pried my hands away from my face. “What is happening?”

“The body,” I gasped. “He was my brother... and I know who did this.”

---

The team all gathered at the station. I hadn’t spoken to anyone yet except for Hotch and Prentiss, and after hearing my story, they didn’t have any doubts about who it was either.

Spencer walked into the quiet room the police had given us, looking at me with a worried face. I nodded at him, just to say it was going to be okay.

“Growing up, my father owned a large share of an oil company. When he died when I was very young, he left my mom everything he owned, which was a lot.” I thought back to when Mom first got the call about the car accident. My dad and his mistress were killed on impact. “We moved here to Pagosa Springs, a fresh start. But my mom was so upset about my dad’s death that she started drinking. Excessively.”

I took a deep breath. “She would scream and shout and disappear for days at a time. We’re twins, my brother and I. We were eleven. I was about to graduate high school at a very young age and I didn’t know what to do. When I went off to college for the first few years and stayed with my aunt, my brother would call me every time Mom was off drinking. When he was a teen, he got into drugs and pills and anything he could get his hands on. And I wasn’t there to help him.”

“But Cassie was.” Hotch guessed.

“Yeah, she's the reason my brother got clean. They fell in love and both went to Colorado State together. She gave him a ring to wear whenever he started to have cravings again. One time, Cassie called me when I was at MIT, saying her friend, Bethany, was raped and couldn’t go to the police because her parents would stop paying her tuition for ‘causing a scene’... she said my brother, YBN...” my voice broke for the first time. “She said YBN beat the crap out of Bethany’s rapist. His name is Kenny Rogers, and from what I’ve heard, he was a sketchy dude with a massive temper even back then.” I closed my eyes. “Anyway, that’s most likely who our unsub is.”

“You’re YBN’s sister,” Spencer said. “After having his ego blown massively, Kenny probably carried that hatred for anyone that was related to YBN. And YFN has been in newspapers, articles, even on TV. Something probably caused Kenny to snap recently, his trigger, and he felt the need to hurt YFN somehow to really get back at YBN.”

Hotch called Garcia. “Garcia, we need all addresses on a Kenny Rogers.”

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Kenny Rogers was guilty. No doubt. When the team went to his place, they found pictures of all the victims and Kenny tried to run whenever they broke down the door.

I stayed behind at the station. I couldn’t trust myself to not shoot Kenny on sight for what he had done.

“Hey, Hotch?” I asked when they got back. “Could I take a few days off? To take care of things...with my brother?”

Hotch gave me a pat on my shoulder. “Take as much time as you need, just let me know when you’re coming back.”

“Of course sir, and thank you.”

I made sure to pull Spencer aside before he left. “Thanks for... um, helping me explain... earlier. I was worried they wouldn’t think it was connected, and you already knew all that stuff about my childhood.”

“Of course, you know I would do anything for you.” Spencer stood there for a minute, then suddenly embraced me tightly in a hug. That wasn’t something he did very often, or at all. “I just...”

I chuckled slightly, wrapping my arms around his waist. “I know, Spencer.”

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After the team took off on the jet, I checked into the local hotel. It was nice and rustic, homey.

I called Spencer when I had settled in.

“Hey, how are you doing?” He asked. “The team seems to be getting more and more impressed by you with each case.”

I gave a snort. “Well, that’s a relief. I was scared after my life story they would see me as some kind of kicked puppy. And, I’m okay Spencer. At least, I’m going to be.”

“What will you do about your brother?”

I felt a melancholy smile on my lips, playing with the loose threads on the blanket. “He’s been cremated, and tomorrow I’m scattering his ashes in the mountains. It’s what he always wanted. I hadn’t spoken to him in years, but he always wanted to come back home, and I couldn’t wait to get away.”

Spencer was quiet for a while. “Hey, YFN, I just wanna tell you... you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met. You went off to college and still took care of your brother at age twelve, you took a gap year to take care of your sick mom, and in your first few months at the BAU you’ve been able to impress every single team member... and they aren’t easily impressed.”

Happy tears pricked my eyes. “Well, um... that was one of the sweetest things anyone’s ever said to me. And Spencer?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you... so much.”

Spencer cleared his throat, like he was debating about saying something. “Um, YFN?”

“What is it?”

His voice lowered, like he didn’t want the team to hear. “In college, I... I was wanting to propose to you.”

My heart seemed to flutter and butterflies pounded in my chest. “Um... you’ve never told me that before. Why didn’t you... do it?”

He thought for a few moments. “Well, you were going to take care of your mom, and I was going to the FBI academy... also, I didn’t think you would say yes.”

“Wow... um, I don’t really know what to say.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

I gave a slight giggle. “You, speechless? I never would’ve guessed.”

Spencer laughed. “Well, goodnight, YFN. I’ll see you soon.”

“Goodnight, Spencer.”

#spencer reid fluff #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #dr spencer reid

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quiet-onset · 5 years ago

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: mainly fluff, the tiniest dash of angst, written in 30 min a few weeks ago so not really edited lol

A/N: The wi-fi at my job SUCKS, I’ve been trying to upload this for half an hour!!! Anyways, here’s the first fic, I hope you enjoy!! The second one will be posted as soon as I finish the last scene (given the wi-fi decides to cooperate)

Ring.

“Hey, it’s Y/N! Can’t make it to the phone right now, so just leave a message and I’ll get back to you as so— No, bad boy, not on the carpet!”

Beep.

“Hey, uh, it’s Steve. We met at the bookstore the other day. I just wanted to give you a call and um… see if you were interested in dinner, maybe? With me? Obviously, Steve, who else? I’m not great at these things, but I’d really like to spend time with you. Just, uh, give me a call when you can. Bye.”

—

Ring.

“It’s Steve, leave a message and I’ll call you back when I can.”

Beep.

“Hey. It’s Y/N. I was just calling to tell you that I had a great time last night. I know you’re stressing because we saw a bad movie, but that just means we have tons of things to make fun of. But, really, I’d love to go out with you again, Steve. I had fun. Yeah, so uh, I’ll hopefully talk to you later. Bye.”

—

Ring.

“Hey, it’s Y/N! Can’t make it to the phone right now, so just leave a message and I’ll get back to you as so— No, bad boy, Duke! Not on the carpet!”

Beep.

“So, I know I’m late, but I swear I have a good reason. Try Tony Stark and prototype testing in the same sentence. Practically destroyed his workshop. But, I am ten minutes out, so I hope you’re using this time to practice your bowling skills ‘cause I am not taking it easy on you just ‘cause it’s our second date. Alright, see you in a few.”

—

Ring.

“It’s Steve, leave a message and I’ll call you back when I can.”

Beep.

“Guess I just missed you. I am down the block from what I assume is our new lunch spot. By the way, I brought Duke with me, so we should probably eat outside. Ever since our run-in at the park, I can tell he’s been dying to see you again. Oh, I was also thinking that maybe you could come with me to that book signing next week. Let me know. Oh, I see you. I’m hanging up now, call me later.”

—

Ring.

“Hey, it’s Y/N! Can’t make it to the phone right now, so just leave a message and I’ll get back to you as so— No, bad boy, Duke! Not on the carpet!”

Beep.

“You have got to change your voicemail, sweetheart. I don’t think the world needs to know about Duke’s accident on your carpet. Anyways, Tony is having this event, a gala or something. We’ve been, ya know, going steady for a few months now, so I wanted to know if you’d go with me. Be my date. I have no doubt you’d be breaking necks in there. I’d take care of anything you need, if you’re okay with that. Think about it, let me know. I’ll see you Tuesday for our lunch date. Change your voicemail.”

—

Ring.

“It’s Steve, leave a message and I’ll call you back when I can.”

Beep.

“A few things. First of all, that’s the first time you ever called me sweetheart, and I wasn’t even there? That’s just rude of you. Second, Duke happens to love my voicemail. It is cute and quirky. I thought you liked that about me. Third, going steady? You’re adorable. Fourth, of course I’ll go to the gala with you, you dork. But I’m renting a dress, not buying. Gown prices are ridiculous. We should coordinate though! Have matching outfits and stuff, it’d be cute! Come over to my place and we can talk colors. Next time I see you, you better call me sweetheart. Talk soon, bye.”

—

Ring.

“Hey, it’s Y/N! Can’t make it to the phone right now, so just leave a message and I’ll get back to you as so— No, bad boy, Duke! Not on the carpet!”

Beep.

“I’d just like to reiterate from last night that your voicemail is cute and quirky, and I do like that about you. I just think Duke might be a little embarrassed when he finds out that everyone knows he shat on your carpet. But hey, it’s your voicemail, sweetheart. Oh, by the way, I just put in for time off at SHIELD so we can take that trip up to the cabin I was telling you about. It was supposed to be a surprise, but Sam told me he let it slip. I’ll kill him later. It’s you and me, alone for a week, sweetheart. Get packing, I’ll pick you up at eight tomorrow.”

—

Ring.

“It’s Steve, leave a message and I’ll call you back when I can.”

Beep.

“Don’t roll your eyes, but it’s seven-thirty, and I’m not ready. I can’t find my hiking boots to save my life, and Duke is refusing to move off the couch. Maybe you can get him to move, he somehow likes you better than the woman who raised him from infancy! I’m trying to guilt him off the couch. It’s not working. Oh, there they are! Now my feet won’t fall off when you decide it's a great day for a thirty mile hike. And of course, you’re early. I see you in the driveway, so I’m gonna stop talking to your voicemail now. Bye.”

—

Ring.

“Let it be known that Steven Grant Rogers thought I was embarrassing my dog with my last voicemail, so this is my new voicemail where I, instead, embarrass Steven Grant Rogers. Leave a message!”

Beep.

“I guess I asked for that. So, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I’m going out of town. SHIELD needs me and Sam on some reconnaissance mission, and we leave tomorrow. It’s only supposed to be two weeks, but I promise when I get back, it’s you, me, and a movie marathon, deal? Gotta go. Kiss Duke for me.”

—

Ring.

“It’s Steve, leave a message and I’ll call you back when I can.”

Beep.

“Two weeks? You’re leaving me alone for two whole weeks? Whatever will I do without my big, strong teddy bear by my side? I’m kidding, but I’m gonna miss you, babe. I feel like we’ve seen each at least once a week since we started dating. Maybe we’re due for some time apart. I’m definitely taking you up on that movie marathon though. And maybe some other activities, too. Ya know, doing the do. Bumping uglies. Laying the ol’ pipe. I’m going to stop now before you break up with me. Duke says hi, we can’t wait to see you!”

—

Ring.

“Let it be known that Steven Grant Rogers thought I was embarrassing my dog with my last voicemail, so this is my new voicemail where I, instead, embarrass Steven Grant Rogers. Leave a message!”

Beep.

“Sweetheart, do me a favor and never say any of those things ever again, okay? Look, Sam and I got back early, but our cover was blown, so I’m a little bruised up. As long as you’re okay with seeing me like that, I can still drop by. If you want. But I totally get if you don’t want me to. You’ve never seen… Well, you’ve seen Steve. Not Captain America. So just let me know, and I’ll, uh, plan accordingly. Talk later, bye.”

—

Ring.

“It’s Steve, leave a message and I’ll call you back when I can.”

Beep.

“Steve, stop being so stubborn and come back. I know what it looked like, alright? Me stepping back after you told me that I’d never seen that part of you. I get how sketchy that was, and I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to hurt you anymore than you already were. You were right. I don’t know how to deal with bruises and cuts and blood. But I can learn. I will learn for you. I love both parts of you, Steve. Just come back, okay?”

—

Ring.

“Let it be known that Steven Grant Rogers thought I was embarrassing my dog with my last voicemail, so this is my new voicemail where I, instead, embarrass Steven Grant Rogers. Leave a message!”

Beep.

“Hmm. Talk about a confession. You don’t have to apologize, I was just scared. I try to keep my lives so separate — you from Cap, my relationship from SHIELD. But, you’re right, I shouldn’t think like that. I’m Steve Rogers and Captain America, and I shouldn’t hide either of them from you. I’m on my way back now, okay. And I bought ice cream as a peace offering. Better say you love me when you see me next, or I’ll beat you to it. See you soon.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve x reader #captain america x reader #captain america imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #syd writes

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sapphosclown · 4 years ago

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Do You Wanna Ride The Ferris Wheel? - an Ambi Oneshot

When Andi and Amber have a sleepover, Amber tries to make up for her past mistakes.

(for reference this takes place Andi’s freshman year of high school and Amber’s a Junior) (also i wrote this a few months ago when i was really missing ambi but i kept forgetting to post it so im doing it now and it’s really cheesy, but cute, but cheesy, so don’t say i didn't warn you)

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“Oh my god.”

Andi found herself standing at the same side entrance, with Amber once again breaking the lock that was holding the gate into Adrenaline City closed.

“Amber! What are we doing here!” She whispered urgently.

“Relax! Trust me.” Amber tried to say nonchalantly but her hands were starting to become sweaty.

The lock clicked and Amber opened the gate with ease.

“After you m’lady.” She joked as she waited for Andi to walk through the gate first.

“I’m getting a weird sense of deja vu.” Andi said sarcastically as she hesitantly made her way through the gate and looked around at all the games and rides she had gawked at a few years before. Amber followed and closed the gate behind her, wiping her hands on her jeans as she walked up to Andi.

“Hey,” She placed her hand on Andi’s shoulder and spun her so they were facing each other.

“I know this seems sketchy but you promised to trust me!”

Andi glanced at her suspiciously. “Alright. But one wrong move and I’m out of here!”

Amber grinned. “Deal.” She grabbed Andi’s hand and they ran towards the ferris wheel, just like they had done before. And once again, Andi felt that familiar flutter in her stomach, but she knew it wasn’t nerves like she assumed last time.

They reached their destination and stopped running. Andi looked at it and wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself. Amber looked from the ferris wheel to Andi’s face. Her smile fell as she noticed the anxious look on her face.

“Andi?” She asked carefully.

“I don’t know Amber... Last time—”

“Last time I was a bitch.” Amber interrupted, causing Andi to look at her. “Last time you took me under your wing despite how horrible I was to you and I still let jealousy take over. But now, I’m 100% over Jonah and I know that you’re 100% over Jonah,” Andi laughed a bit as she recalled how obsessed they were with him. “And I just want to make this right and give you the best damn ferris wheel ride I can.” The two of them laughed.

“You promise you’re not gonna abandon me to get picked up by the cops?”

“I swear on my life!”

“Are you sure because I already have two strikes and I don’t think they’d be too pleased to see me—”

“Oh my god!” Amber laughed. She turned around and turned on the ride. The familiar mechanical whir filled the air as the red and purple lights flickered on and flashed across the girls faces once again. Amber held out her pinky to Andi. “I pinky promise to not abandon you while you’re on the ferris wheel.” She smiled.

Andi tilted her head. “Really? What are we, seven?”

“Hey! I take my pinky promises very seriously!” Amber stuck her pinky out further towards Andi, who broke out into laughter and took Ambers pinky with her own.

“Fine.” She barely whispered. They studied each other’s faces as they held on to each other’s pinky’s for a moment too long.

“Good.” Amber squeezed Andi’s finger and Andi squeezed back. Amber felt her heart skip a beat, but she ignored it.

“So... Do you wanna ride the ferris wheel?” She smiled giddily.

Andi smiled back and let out a huff of laughter. “God you’re so stupid.” She threw her things into the basket again and made her way up the ramp and to the seat as Amber jumped up and down, clapping her hands excitedly.

Andi buckled herself in as Amber admired her from her spot at the controls. The purple light on Andi’s face caused a sparkle in her eye and Amber felt her heart do another flip.

Once Andi had buckled herself in and gave her the all clear, Amber pulled the lever, causing more loud whirs as the ride began spinning. Andi felt her seat move backwards, rising towards the night sky. Amber watched as the other girl beamed at the night sky as she moved around and around. Once she had reached the top, Amber pulled the lever again so that Andi was sat at the very top of the ferris wheel, looking over the entire town.

“There you go! The best view in Shadyside!” Amber yelled up to her.

“Even though you could very well run away at any minute again, I have to say it’s somehow better the second time!” Andi yelled back. She looked away from the sky and down at Amber. “Thanks.”

“Of course!”

Andi took one last look over the town. The air was cool, refreshing. She felt amazing. The view truly was incredible. She took a deep inhale before yelling down to Amber, “Okay! I wanna come down now!

There was no response.

“Amber?” Andi felt the same worry filling up her body she felt a few years ago. “Amber!”

“Just kidding! I’m here!” Amber called back before flipping the switch again and the wheel spun around once more. Andi let out a sigh of relief as she came to a stop at the bottom of the ferris wheel. Amber walked up to Andi’s seat and pulled the bar down, sitting down next to her.

“I hate you for that.” Andi said, only half joking.

“Fair enough.” Amber smiled. “Did it make up for the first time?”

“You know what? I think it did.” Andi looked up at Amber. For some reason, she just now noticed how green Amber’s eyes were. Maybe it was the lights, but something about them made Andi’s stomach do somersaults. Amber felt similarly, her heart pounding out of her chest as she became suddenly very aware of how close they were, their thighs touching and their feet occasionally bouncing off of each other. Everything was quiet, and they only saw each other in that moment.

“I think you lied to me before.” Andi said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“What do you mean?” Amber replied in the same tone.

“This is the best view in Shadyside.” Andi whispered, breaking eye contact only to look that the other girls lips, not even trying to be subtle. Amber noticed and found herself doing the same.

They looked back into each other’s eyes, and then Amber reached over and cupped Andi’s face in her hand and kissed her. And Andi kissed her back.

They broke apart, each letting out a deep sigh from the rush of adrenaline.

“So, we’re even?” Amber smiled.

“Yeah. We’re even.” Andi laughed. “Oh, shoot, did you want a turn?” She said as she rushed to unbuckle her seat belt before Amber grabbed her hand, stopping her.

“It can wait.” Amber laughed, and then kissed Andi again.

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a/n: honestly terri did us sapphics real dirty with that ferris wheel scene and i decided it was up to me to reclaim that setting. also s/o to ‘snorpian’ on ig bc my favorite edit of theirs inspired me to complete this idea i came up with A WHILE ago lol. anyways i hope you enjoyed this ambi content that we all deserved. (also i hoped you imagined the same song (Chasing Stars by Rupert Pope & Giles Palmer) playing in the background bc it definitely is)

#andi mack #ambi #amber andi mack #andi mack oneshot #andi mack fanfic #andi mack fic #ambi fic #ambi oneshot #oneshot #andi and amber #tyrus #amber kippen #amber brown #amber kippen/brown

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incorrectlasthours · 5 years ago

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#CrackpotTheoryTuesday: Chain of Iron Edition - Lucie Herondale’s Power

Hello again my lovely followers! I hope you all are enjoying some time indoors and staying safe! If you’re like me (and our favorite sneaking-out-of-windows heroine Lucie Herondale) and starting to go a little stir crazy, I hope this week’s #CrackpotTheoryTuesday will entertain you for a bit!

As always, these posts contain spoilers for everything released in the Shadowhunter Chronicles by Cassandra Clare; this post in particular has spoilers for Chain of Gold and The Last Hours Flash Fiction. You have been warned.

Okay, so here’s what we know: Lucie Herondale, an impetuous, dreamy, axe-throwing badass who spends her free time writing self-insert fanfiction, and apparently has the power to, in Cassie’s words, “command the dead.” We have seen this over and over again; in the TLH flash fiction about Lucie, she tells the ghost woman to stop and, to her surprise, the ghost obliges. Lucie also commands several ghosts throughout Chain of Gold, including Emmanuel Gast, the ghosts who drowned in the river Thames and, in probably my favorite scene, Jesse Blackthorn. The question is, how far can Lucie’s powers go? Is there anything she can’t make ghosts do, and is she limited to only ghosts as we understand them in the TSC world?

In the scene where Lucie speaks to the ghost of Emmanuel Gast, there are several things that give hints to Lucie’s powers; first, I believe Lucie has the ability to make anybody come back as a ghost, at least temporarily, even if they aren’t a traditional ghost in the TSC world. Lucie describes Gast as “no Jessamine, or Jesse Blackthorn, who looked solid and human. There was an awful shimmer in the air around it, as if with his violent end a space had been torn in the world. It - he - was ragged at the edges...” In addition, Gast himself says several things that support this theory, including, “why have you dragged me back to this place of agony?” and “You drag me back from the brink? What is this monstrous power...?” The repeated use of “dragging” someone back suggests Gast wasn’t a ghost to begin with; therefore, I think Lucie can speak to anyone who has died, as long as she commands them to come back.

The question then is how far this power goes. Can Lucie bring someone all the way back from the dead (*cough* Jesse Blackthorn *cough*), or only as a ghost? How many people can she bring back at a time? Could she raise an entire army of the undead? (Cause that would be pretty badass, ngl).

I also find it extremely fascinating how Lucie’s powers parallel Grace’s; they can both “command” others to do whatever they please, only Grace can control the living and Lucie can control the dead. This is super interesting to me, and it makes me more curious to learn about the origins of Grace’s powers (Belial as well, maybe?) and super excited to see them both work together in the next book.

There you have it! What do you think about Lucie’s powers? Let me know by replying to this post or sending a message to my ask box! Thanks for reading, and check out my other theories below!

Check out my other Crackpot Theories!

The Last Hours:

Lucie/Jesse in TLH -> Another necromancy theory (plus OTP-level romance, *insert heart eyes*) -> CONFIRMED (ChOG)

The “Villain Being a Force” in TLH -> THE PLAGUE?!? (This one puts demon pox to shame. Sorry Will!) -> Kind of right? (ChOG)

The Jordelia Marriage!! -> …Kind of right…? (ChOG)

Sona Carstairs -> So it turns out the quote isn’t by her, but there’s still something sketchy about her past!

The Dark Artifices:

Necromancy in QoAaD -> Is the whole gang coming back? (Hopefully, cause I miss my boyfriend Will Herondale!) -> My new theory for TWP tbh

Malcolm Fade/Matthew Fairchild -> Are they secretly the same person? (probs not, but you can still check it out if you want!) -> Confirmed incorrect

#crackpot theory tuesday #crackpot theory #chain of gold #chog spoilers #chog #cog2 spoilers #cog2 #Chain of Iron #chain of iron theories #the last hours #the last hours theories #tlh #tlh theories #lucie herondale #jesse blackthorn #grace blackthorn

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hairasuntouchedaspartoftheamazon · 4 years ago

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Hear me out ----> SPN/Gravity Falls AU

A while back I saw a post(that i cannot find again, much to my chagrin) that listed a bunch of things Grunkle Stan did that have extreme Dean energy (this includes a brief but sincere attempt to make Jurassic Park real) and now a Gravity Falls AU lives in my head featuring:

Dean as Stan, who left home when he was twenty-one after a massive fight with his parents and Sam over Sam’s college shit and was a drifter for seven years until Sam called him and said he needed help in this podunk town in Oregon

Sam as Ford, who did manage to get out and go to college, met Kevin(as McGucket), and proceeded to do some real shady work with eldritch beings that resulted in both of them proceeding to get visions of some messed up shit, which causes Kevin to quit the project, leaving Sam to call Dean to Gravity Falls....we all know what happens next, Sam falls through an inter-dimensional portal and Dean is like “Okay I live here now, gotta figure out how to get Sam back”. Problem is, he only has one journal and needs two more. Where could they possibly be?

Flash-forward about twelve years; cult survivors, podcast hosts, and sorta-siblings Anna and Cas are driving up to Oregon to look at the weird shit present in Gravity Falls/The Mystery Shack and their shitty car breaks down. Cas staying to supervise the car while Anna goes and scopes out some potential material has nothing to do with the hot tourist trap guy who happens to be a mechanic, it doesn’t Anna.

Cue the pilot incident where Anna almost becomes Queen of the Gnomes and Cas gets to drive a golf cart and gnomes are defeated with leaf blowers. Car’s still broken and there is obviously a lot of weird shit going on here so why not hang out for the summer?

More below the cut, including recurring characters and some plot lines

Featuring such recurring characters as:

-Cassie Robinson my beloved, small town writer who desperately wants to break into the big time. Writes a combination of political and social critiques and the standard local stuff. We get introduced to her in the second episode, where Anna and Cas discover that she built the Gobblewonker in attempt for publicity so that someone will read the Gravity Falls Tooter(yes i just made up the name of the town’s newspaper) She regularly appears when Anna and Cas are researching local history or when a robot comes to threaten the Shack because Dean owes her money again.

-Claire, Kaia, Alex, and Patience as the resident teenage nuisances who nominally work at the Shack but actually mostly cause a lot of problems for the local-definitely gay-sheriffs. Claire and Cas are almost definitely related but they don’t know this at first, a minor plot point near the end of season one is figuring out that they are in fact related and the shocking realization that Claire likes Anna better. Anna is pretty good friends with all of them and Cas is minorly terrified, as you should be with teenage girls who live in the woods and absolutely know how to throw knives. Alex being a pyschic is a major plot point of season two especially after they become friends with Kevin and realize that hey, the shit of twelve years ago is happening again except it’s spreading to people who aren’t even involved this time.

-For that matter, collection of pyschics Missouri, Pamela, Alex, and Kevin who regularly find out weird pieces of information that sometimes become plot relevant and sometimes do not at all.

-Jody and Donna who also only do their job nominally because ACAB and mostly just maintain trails and shit around town cause they used to be park rangers but being sheriffs pays more and also they can make sure no one gets arrested for stupid shit. They regularly show up in like the weirdest places which Donna always defends as ‘we’re on a date’. No one questions this.

-Victor Henrikson as the investigating FBI agent in season two who is just like “i don’t know what the fuck is going on here but I KNOW it’s sketchy what is wrong with this town” because yes there is a witch here her name is Rowena and yeah she brews potions and stuff during the full moon no one sees anything wrong with this at all except Henrikson who was prepared to arrest a nutty drifter building a doomsday device but not prepared to deal with a whole town of people who absolutely believe in ghosts. His partner is Billie, who, like in the show, doesn’t think that some people should get to break rules whenever the fuck they want and is thus absolutely ready to rain justice down on this crazy white boy who think’s he’s gonna end the world. I kinda love her perspective cause it’s like, okay just because someone is the protagonist of the story doesn’t mean they’re special.

-Charlie and Ash as the only people in town who get wifi on a regular basis and thus show up when there’s some kind of need for tech or phone calls. Running gag that nothing works tech wise unless one of them is in the vicinity, with the exception of TVs. There is also absolutely the episode where they play a game of D&D in real life and Charlie has never been happier but Dean and Ash absolutely rig it because they suck.

-Bela Talbot in the role of Pacifica Northwest cause she’s a bitch and I LOVE HER SO MUCH.

-Kelly Kline my beloved, who’s the liason for the local Yakama tribe(cause I read a headcanon that she’s Native and that lives in my head rent free baby) who regularly reminds people that certain things are not for you to touch, there’s got to be respect there. This theme stays pretty constant throughout the show cause while after awhile Cas kinda forgets about the podcast he’s supposed to be co-hosting, Anna is still on top of things and trying to collect stories so she and Kelly butt heads a lot while Cas and Jack(who’s like eight) discuss frogs and bees in great detail.

-The Banes twins who comprise the other half of the witch activity in this town and who are very very nice but you do not want to fuck with them whatsoever. They show up extremely often and always give very strange but specific excuses to why they are certain places such as “checking the frequencies of the energy in this location” and that’s a running gag for awhile until it turns out in season 2 that they’ve been aware of the machine Dean’s rebuilding for awhile now and they’re working on protective measures to keep everyone safe no matter what comes out of it this time.

(Also, to compensate for the fact that Sam and Dean are not twins and thus someone would probably realize that there is a different dude living in the weird house in the woods, the Banes go a little Society of the Blind Eye and modified people’s memories. Because they want Dean to get the portal right and then shut it down permanently once things are the way they’re supposed to be again)

-Benny who is absolutely still a vampire, he runs the diner. The vampirism is a well-established fact and no one questions it, in fact Anna finds it hot.

Plot Lines of Season One Include:

-Bela Talbot whom I love attempting to buy/steal/destroy the Shack because she knows there’s some funky machinery down there and a lot of weird artifacts that she could make another fortune selling, yes she summons demons so that she can figure out where the deed to the place is, yes Anna gets to punch her in the face at one point because “These are my friends, you bitch!”

-Cas trying to decipher some of the stuff in Sam’s journals and figure out who the hell wrote them. This involves him thoroughly annoying basically everyone in town except Kelly because they are weird best friends who absolutely have long conversations about the difference between local mythologies and urban legends.

-Anna sincerely making friends for like the first time in her life and deeply enjoying being a kind of weird aunt to the local girl gang and the person who brings Rowena gossip and does have a weird love/hate relationship with Bela going. Like, I mentioned in the beginning that Anna and Cas are cult survivors, their social weirdness and then re-joining the world is absolutely discussed. Are they choosing some of the weirdest people ever to base their social knowledge on? Yes. They don’t care.

-Subplot of Dean genuinely trying to get Cas to go out with him but Cas does not realize this whatsoever so they’re just both awkward as fuck. Running gag of Dean walking up to Cas all smooth and trying to ask him out but Cas just...does not get slang and thinks Netflix and chill really does mean Netflix and chill. They end up watching Wynonna Earp.

#spn gravity falls au #cazi writes #spn #gravity falls #this has lived in my head for five days let me rest #but this is excellent no?#I love it but that may be because i have extremely niche crossover ideas

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marvelsdc22 · 5 years ago

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The Professor And I Season 2 (pt. 5)

Intro: Hello, lovelies!! I promise this should be the last delayed post on this for a hot minute, I was go go go today, but I hope you enjoy this new part nonetheless!! 🥰

Note: Y/N is a student. Lena is a professor. We get a quick glimpse as to what’s really happening with this ‘research’ and what Trinity is planning. We meet another of Lara’s friends. Lena’s jealous. What exactly is Vikander planning?

Word Count: 1436

Part 1 2 3 4

If you were honest, you would’ve rather went straight back to your dorm or to the gym after your last class, you still had to stay in shape even though soccer was in its downtime, but no. You had to go and do whatever this stupid project was for Vikander, literally the last person you wanted to see You have to do this or she’ll fail you you reminded yourself, causing you to sigh before you opened the door to the office she told you to meet her in.

“Ah, Mr./Miss Y/L/N, nice to see you’re on time for once” Vikander said, barely even glancing at you as you bit your tongue before walking into the office “Let me finish this up and we’ll head towards the labs” she said, gesturing for you to sit down which you didn’t want to but did anyway in fear of retaliation, you tried to make yourself think this would be like meeting with Lena to just help relax you… But this was so far from that, it just made you tense more, so you sat there silently until she cleared her throat “Lets go” she said before heading out of the office, forcing you to run to catch up with her.

When you guys got down to the labs, you saw a man you didn’t recognize along with a few various science professors that you somewhat recognized you, but what shocked you more was there was an archeology professor among them, what did they need with him? This was supposed to be a research for science… This all just got ten times more confusing and sketchy.

Before you could ask, Vikander interrupted you “You will be working with Mr. Dominguez, he’s a close associate of mine and you will be assisting him, so whatever he needs you to do, you do. Am I understood?” Vikander asked you, giving you a stern look that made you take a step back “Yes ma’am” you muttered, looking at her before going over to Dominguez “What do you need me to do?” You asked, looking at him and feeling a bit uneasy at the smile he gave you “I’m running some tests, give me a hand will you?” He asked, gesturing to the equipment and cage in front of him.

Looking into the cage, you gasped as you took a quick step back, nearly causing you to fall over “What?” He asked, looking at you, shocked by your reaction “You can’t… I can’t test on this defenseless thing” you said, gesturing to whatever was in the cage, it was honestly so deformed that you didn’t know WHAT it was “Its not alive” Dominguez said, not easing your panic “Sure as hell looks it” you said, wincing as the thing seemed to move “That’s from the equipment that’s hooked to it, it’s not actually moving on its own” Dominguez said, looking at you and watching as you released a breath, still not fully convinced but you helped anyway, not only was this to save your grade, you now had to know what exactly was going on here.

“What do you mean they’re testing on something? I thought you were just there for research?” Kara asked when you explained to her what had gone down in the labs “I thought so too, but there was something in a cage that Dominguez was testing some solution on… If I could just-“ “No! We are not getting involved in another case like last year, we all nearly died! Or do you not remember that?” Kara said, putting her foot down on this “But-“ “No! If you do ANYTHING that gets you roped into all of that, I will tell Lena” she threatened, causing you to bite your lip before slumping down on your bed “Promise me you won’t do anything” Kara begged, she didn’t want you getting hurt like you did last year which you understood “I promise”.

The next day, you were heading towards the dining hall when you heard your name being called, turning and see Lara running towards you with a bulkier guy trailing behind him, his hair half shaved with the top part pulled back into a ponytail and tattoos down his arms “Hey Lara, who’s this?” You asked, gesturing to the guy who was taller than you and giving you a kind smile “This is Jonah, he’s one of my friends” Lara said, smiling at you and you held your hand out “Nice to meet you Jonah, I’m Y/N” you said, giving his hand a firm shake “Lara’s told me a lot about you” Jonah said, sputtering when Lara elbowed his side and you catching a hint of a blush on Lara’s face before she looked at you “Ignore him, want to go out to dinner with us?” She asked, smiling at you and you smiling back “Sure, I was about to head to the dining hall” you said, laughing when she grinned and grabbed your hand before dragging you towards the parking lot.

When you guys got to the diner(it was the only good place close by), you claimed your usual booth to which Lara slid in beside you while Jonah took the other side of the booth “So Jonah, what are you studying?” You asked, looking at him and watching as he looked up from the menu “Oh uh, same as Lara, but I want to minor in something, haven’t decided what yet” he said, giving a small shrug “Hey, didn’t expect to see you guys tonight” Alex said, smiling at you guys and giving Lara a nervous wave “We wanted something other than dining hall food, how are things?” Lara asked, knowing that Alex had been working a lot to help with his terrible electronic hording habit “Good! I’m doing well in my coding classes and I’ve saved money up” he stuttered, smiling at Lara which you thought was both adorable but at the same time it made you jealous, but you kept your mouth shut.

As you guys were eating, you saw Lena walk in “Lena!” You called, waving and smiling at her which she returned, but her smile dropped when she saw Lara’s arm resting on your legs, you always had a bad habit of laying in the seat of the booth, you not picking up on the look and waving her over “What are you doing here?” You asked, smiling at her and watching as she remained neutral, not wanting to give off her jealousy which you were definitely feeling now just from how her eyes locked with yours “Figured I’d stop by for a quick dinner before I headed home… I was hoping I’d run into you, but not with… This… company” she said, clearing her throat as she gestured to Jonah and Lara “Oh, this is Jonah and Lara, they’re friends” you said, trying to emphasize on friends as you watched her glance at Lara’s arm on your leg, causing you to slowly pull your feet off the seat so she was no longer touching you “Text me when you get back to the dorm” she said, giving Jonah and Lara a quick goodbye before she picked up her order, you knowing you were in for it now.

Later that night, Vikander was sitting in her small room, living through the school fund was never ideal, working on something on her laptop as she sat at her desk until her phone vibrated beside her, her jumping before looking at it…

Is everything going according to plan? – Unknown Number

Slowly but surely, I’m getting Lena on my side and Y/N is getting jealous and seems to be starting to move on – Vikander

Good, what about them helping in the labs? – Unknown Number

They freaked out with the thing in the cage, Dominguez managed to handle the situation, but they still seem questionable… Do we really need them? – Vikander

Yes, they’re the child Y/D/N, you know what that means… We need them… - Unknown Number

Killing them would be much easier – Vikander

Enough, we need them alive and they will stay that way, I will contact you again in a few days – Unknown Number

Vikander sighed and tossed her phone to the side, leaning back in her seat, sighing when she heard students running through the halls Why did I accept this position again? She thought to herself before she sighed when she reminded herself about her duty as a part of Trinity, turning back to the laptop beside her and getting back to working, wondering what more she could do to help with the cause…

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 5 years ago

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The three idiots

Pairing: Yoonjin x Reader

Genre: fluff, roommates au, college au

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Yoonjin college: you, yoongi, and seokjin all share an apartment off-campus. One day when you wake up to get breakfast and head to the living room to eat, “yg: where are your glasses? Jin: I slept on them and they broke- yg: contacts? Jin: I forgot to buy new ones- why are you asking? Yg: because...you are literally 3cm away from the tv.”

A/N: I got the idea and this small line of dialogue from @/maithism on instagram. Their art is amazing!! Also I feel bad that this is mostly Yoongi, maybe I’ll do another story with these two and have it be a Seokjin and reader dynamic read.

So...yea this is what it’s like to live with two idiots.

2017

Look you needed to find someplace to live that was off-campus, but since you were barely a surviving college student you needed roommates. So you went onto craigslist; yea we know that the site is a bit sketchy, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

You found an apartment that was pretty close to the college which was good since you didn’t own a car and also you would want to save on travel expenses. Also, there was a convenient store just a block away and you got a job there since they were in need of night time employees, your classes were in the afternoon till about 7 pm and they wouldn’t need you until 10 pm-5 am (they don’t have a lot of employees so they give everyone pretty long shifts).

The apartment was just a normal one, but the price was a bit much for the money you barely have so you would need two other roommates to help split the cost and essentials. Lucky again, about two days after you posted the ad someone messaged saying that they were looking for a roommate and happened to also be going to the same college as you and they had a friend who would also be rooming along with the person who messaged you. So it all works out in the end, but you messaged them back saying you wanted to meet in person first and then go to the apartment and see if it could work out for the other two parties.

2020

Here we are three years later. You’ve been in college for two years possibly going into the third year. You went in for cosmetology, but you might stay longer; you'll just see what happens. You’ve been living with your roommates Kim Seokjin and Min Yoongi for about three years now and life with them is very lively and interesting.

Yoongi is a music major and he teaches piano for wealthy kids so he makes the most money! Out of the three of you. Seokjin is an acting major while he also is studying photography, he works at a local theater; well not really local more like 2 hours way-but you know close to the school...so-

And we already know what you are doing so don’t need to bring that up again, anyway it definitely was different to have male roommates for the first time. Although they aren’t disrespectful like you would imagine, or gross in anyway-well sometimes they were like boys.

It was really nice that both Yoongi and Seokjin could cook because you can’t cook for shi-

“(Y/n)! Wake up your alarm will not shut up!” Someone yelled into your ear breaking you from your deep slumber.

You jolted your body forward, basically throwing yourself off your bed, almost hitting the person with your head. You tried throwing the sheets off of you, but with no success, you just ended up landing on the floor tangled in your bedsheets.

You heard their laughing from the other side of your bed making you just roll your eyes even though they can’t see your annoyance.

You slowly rose up from the ground, finally seeing Yoongi’s giggling frame shake from your embarrassment.

“Asshole” You mumbled to yourself moving to sit next to Yoongi and grabbing your phone to see the time to then realize-

“It's Saturday! You bitch I’m trying to catch up on my sleep.” You yelled at Yoongi with your pillow.

Yoongi’s laughing stopped the moment the pillow hit his face, causing you, in turn, to laugh falling back onto your bed. You just felt Yoongi’s glare on the side of your face as you tried to remember where your blissful dream was left off when you were so rudely interrupted.

Yoongi kept shaking your shoulder just annoying you for no reason at this point.

“What do you want Yoongi?” you sighed out to the annoyance next to you.

“Ya! I’m here to tell you that Seokjin hyung made breakfast and it’s pretty much almost all gone.” Yoongi signed out at the end knowing that will get you off your ass.

You shot up forward with wide eyes looking at Yoongi.

“Why are you telling me this now! Why not when he was making breakfast!” you yelled out.

Yoongi just smirked and shrugged his shoulders, always enjoying the sight of you getting heated. You rolled your eyes then tugged the sheets off your body, allowing for goosebumps to form due to the chilly air in your bedroom. You turned around pointing your finger at Yoongi, not realizing that he also got up and was just a few steps behind you causing your pointer finger to jam into his chest. You just narrowed your eyes.

“If there are no more waffles, I’m gonna kill you,” you spoke with a threat.

Yoongi just raised his brows and rolled his eyes, pushing away your finger and threatening to head to the kitchen probably for coffee since he lives off that stuff. You just watched his back and threw up your hands into choking motions, cause sometimes you just want to strangle the boy.

As you walked to the kitchen most of the food that Seokjin made was almost all gone, lucky there was enough for you to have a nice breakfast that will keep you fed probably until dinner if you just go back to bed after this.

You joined Yoongi in the living room with your plate of food and some orange juice, sitting on the floor getting ready to watch some morning cartoons...what just because you’re in college doesn’t mean you're NOT gonna watch some delightful cartoons on a Saturday morning. Also, it just became a tradition after a while of living together, it’s a really nice way to start the morning.

“Hyung, where are your glasses?” Yoongi spoke up bringing you back to the present.

You looked up and saw that Seokjin walked into the room with his switch since that is your remote that you use for the tv, although...

“I slept on them and they broke- “

“Contacts?”

“I forgot to buy new ones- why are you asking?”

“Because...you are literally 3cm away from the tv.” Yoongi breathed out, choosing to just forget about the 10-second conversation that wasted his energy.

‘Idiots, but they’re my idiots and I wouldn’t change it any other way.’ You thought to yourself as you smiled and ate your meal enjoying the blissful morning.

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stilinskishit · 4 years ago

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Too Long (Teen Wolf Rewrite) - Chapter 19

**First couple of posts have a different title but I changed it because I didn’t like it :)**

Summary: Teen Wolf with a female main character alongside Scott and Stiles? Here it is. Ramie McCall is Scott’s twin sister and best friends with both her twin and Stiles. The trio’s friendship means the world to all three of them, so what happens when there are more than friend type of feelings present?

Tags: @multi-madison @purple286 @multifandxm353 @bralessandflawless @5secondsofmoxley @thesailbells @perrytheplatypus11

https://blacklivesmatters.carrd.co/

A/N: Sorry this chapter took me so long, but Motel California is my favorite episode and I really wanted to make this one good, I hope you enjoy!

You can read on Wattpad or AO3 if you prefer, so you know :) (I love reading your comments so feel free to comment here, on AO3 or Wattpad)

MASTERLIST

Chapter 19 - Motel California

Season 3, Episode 6

“I’ve seen worse,” Scott shrugged as Ramie hopped off the bus behind him. She looked up at the motel Coach had found for them to stay at overnight.

“Where could you have possibly seen worse?” Ramie scoffed, making a disgusted face towards the sketchy motel in front of them.

“Listen up,” Coach blew his whistle to get everyone’s attention. “This was the closest motel with the most amount of vacancies and the least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourself. You’re pairing up, choose wisely.”

He held up a handful of keys and pairs started moving forward, grabbing a key from him.

“And I’ll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants,” Coach continued as the keys got plucked from his hand. “Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves.”

“Hear that Ramona?” Stiles said loudly, a smirk clear on his face while grabbing a key from Coach. “You’re gonna have to resist the temptation to put your hands all over me.”

Ramie made a loud gagging sound and looked at Coach, who had an expression on his face that she couldn’t read. She hoped it was dark enough that no one could notice the blush that was definitely evident on her cheeks.

“Oh, are you two hooligans finally together?” Coach asked, with something that looked like it could be a smile on his face.

“No!” Ramie said quickly, shaking her head. She could hear Scott chuckling behind her. “Stiles was just joking, I’m staying with Allison and Lydia.”

Coach looked between Ramie and Stiles, Ramie trying to look innocent and Stiles trying not to laugh at himself. Coach simply sighed and shook his head, handing the last key to Ramie, who brought it over to where Lydia and Allison were standing, still near the bus. She turned back to see Stiles grinning at her, still laughing at himself. She made a slicing motion across her throat at him, which just made him laugh harder. She turned her back to him so he couldn’t see her smile.

“Lyds, you coming?” Ramie asked as Allison walked towards her, but Lydia stood frozen, staring up at the motel.

“I don’t like this place,” Lydia muttered, an almost scared look in her eyes.

“I don’t think anyone in their right mind does,” Ramie scoffed.

“It’s just one night,” Allison reassured her. “It’ll be alright.”

Ramie turned, walking towards the motel and Allison followed, the sound of Lydia’s heels clicking behind them coming a second later. Their room was right next to Scott and Stiles’, who had left their door cracked open, probably to let some fresh air in, as the girls did the same, considering the rooms smelled like no one had been in there for years.

“I’m gonna go see if Scott has some extra sweatpants I can borrow,” Ramie told Lydia and Allison as the two sat down on the beds.

Allison said she was planning on showering and Lydia had gotten up, inspecting the room, so Ramie left them to go next door. She entered the room to find Scott and Stiles each laying on a bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“So I have four,” Stiles was saying.

“Four suspects?” Scott asked, propping himself up on his elbows to give a quick nod to Ramie as she entered the room.

“There were nine before,” Ramie said, sitting down on the bed next to Stiles, who was still laying back.

“Ten,” Stiles corrected, glancing over at Ramie as she crossed her legs underneath her.

“You had Derek on there twice, that doesn’t count,” Ramie shook her head. Stiles opened his mouth to argue but Scott cut him off.

“So who’s number one, Harris?”

“Just because he’s missing doesn’t mean he’s dead,” Stiles defended his choice.

“So if he’s not dead, our chemistry teacher is out secretly committing human sacrifices,” Scott said slowly, clearly not believing the theory.

“Yeah, I guess it sounded way better in my head,” Stiles shrugged.

“I told you,” Ramie said quietly, earning a sideways glare from Stiles.

“Well what if it’s someone else from the school?” Scott asked, narrowing his eyes at the ceiling in thought. “Remember Matt, we didn’t know he was killing people for awhile.”

“Excuse me, what?” Stiles said, sitting up from the bed and standing to look down at Scott. Ramie rolled her eyes, knowing exactly where this was going. “I… yes we did. I called that from day one, actually.”

“Yeah but we never seriously thought it was Matt,” Scott pushed up on his elbows again to look at Stiles.

“I was serious, I was quite serious,” Stiles said, glancing to Ramie and holding his hands out. “I was serious, wasn’t I Ramie?”

“He was serious,” Ramie confirmed, nodding at Scott.

“Who are the other three?” Scott asked, bringing the conversation back to where it started.

“Derek’s sister, Cora,” Stiles started.

“It’s not Cora,” Ramie insisted, which she had already told him on the bus.

“Listen,” Stiles put his hands up in frustration and looked towards Ramie. “Just because you have a weird crush on her doesn’t mean she isn’t the Darach.”

“You have a crush on Cora?” Scott’s eyes widened.

“No!” Ramie exclaimed, feeling her cheeks heat up. “I just defended her on the bus and Stiles now thinks I’m in love with her or something."

Scott laughed, shaking his head and Stiles shot glares at both of them.

“She is really pretty though,” Ramie said thoughtfully, looking up into the air. Scott let out a snort and Stiles let out a loud sigh.

“She’s Derek’s sister and no one knows anything about her, she’s a decent suspect,” Stiles continued, ignoring Ramie’s comment. “Next, your boss.”

“My boss?” Scott sat up fully, narrowing his eyes at Stiles.

“He doesn’t have a valid reason,” Ramie mumbled.

“I do have a valid reason,” Stiles shot a look at Ramie before continuing. “I don’t like the whole Obi-Wan thing he has going on, you know? It freaks me out.”

Scott gave Stiles a confused look.

“Oh god here we go,” Ramie muttered as Stiles’ eyes narrowed at Scott.

“Ohmygod, have you still not seen Star Wars?” Stiles looked at Scott in shock, who shrugged.

“I swear if we make it back alive I will watch the movie.”

“It just, it makes me crazy,” Stiles mumbled, rubbing his chin and sighing. Ramie let out a breath of air through her nose, which caused Scott to send her a small smile.

“Who’s left,” Scott interrupted Stiles’ angry mutters. Stiles was quiet for a second.

“Lydia,” he finally said, sitting back down on the bed next to Ramie.

“Lydia?” Ramie gave Stiles a shocked look. He hadn’t told her this theory on the bus.

“She was totally controlled by Peter and she had no idea,” Stiles said, defending his theory. Ramie opened her mouth to defend her friend, but she realized she had no good explanation as to why the Darach couldn’t be Lydia. Weird things had been happening around Lydia that no one could really explain, and Lydia seemed to act anything but completely normal lately. Ramie let out a big sigh, laying back on the bed. She heard two more sighs from Scott and Stiles, who fell back as well, Stiles arm flush to Ramie’s.

“Well I’m hungry,” Stiles said after a few minutes of silence. “I’m gonna go find a vending machine, anyone wanna come?”

Scott shook his head as Ramie got off the bed, following suit of Stiles.

“I should get back to Allison and Lydia,” Ramie said. “Scott do you have some extra sweatpants or a shirt I could wear to bed?”

“I didn’t bring any extra clothes,” Scott shrugged sheepishly.

“Amateur,” Stiles shook his head, walking over to the desk, where his bag had been placed on top. He dug through it a bit before chucking two items over his shoulder at Ramie, who thankfully, caught them both. She wasn’t sure she’d want to wear them after they touched the floor of this place. “I’m always prepared.”

“Thanks Stilinski,” Ramie gave Stiles a grin and left the room, nearly crashing into Lydia in the hallway.

“I’m going to get more towels, wanna come?” Lydia asked, as Ramie fell into step with her. As they climbed down the stairs Ramie saw Stiles leave he and Scott’s room and head towards the other set of stairs, which below had a vending machine.

“Get some clothes?” Lydia asked, eyeing the pile Ramie had in her arms. She snatched the sweatshirt before Ramie could even think, holding it up as they walked towards the motel office. It was one of Stiles’ lacrosse sweatshirts, with his name and number across the back.

“This doesn’t look like Scott’s,” Lydia raised an eyebrow at Ramie, who grabbed it back out of Lydia’s hands.

“Scott didn’t bring extra clothes,” Ramie countered, which earned a not so subtle eye roll from Lydia. They had made it to the office and Lydia asked the woman inside for three new towels while Ramie shivered, pulling Stiles’ sweatshirt over her head as a cold breeze passed by.

“What’s that?” Ramie heard Lydia ask the old woman. Ramie followed Lydia’s eyes to a number hanging on the wall of the office. 198.

“It’s kinda of… an inside thing for the motel. My husband insists on keeping it up,” the woman explained.

“What do you mean?” Lydia pressed on. Ramie kicked Lydia’s leg subtly in hopes she would drop the topic, because Ramie thought the old lady, and the whole motel was pretty creepy. Lydia ignored her.

“It’s a little bit morbid, to be honest,” the woman shrugged. “Are you sure you want to know?”

“Tell me,” Lydia said, at the same time Ramie shook her head.

“We’re not going to make the top of anyone’s list when it comes to customer satisfaction,” the woman said.

“Obviously,” Ramie mumbled, turning her back to the woman and leaning against the counter, looking out over the parking lot.

“But we are number one in California when it comes to one disturbing little detail. Since opening, more than any other motel in California, we have the most guest suicides.”

Ramie whipped her head back around, looking at the woman, who was just nodding.

“198?” Lydia mumbled.

“And counting.”

When Ramie and Lydia got back to their room, they explained what they learned to Allison, who was already freaked out. She said that Scott had come into their room and was acting really strange, then left suddenly once it seemed like he snapped out of some weird trance. Then suddenly, things got even weirder. Lydia then swore she heard two people committing suicide in the room next door, but when the three checked the room, it was empty, it looked like it was being renovated. Allison suggested they go ask the woman in the office, but she was nowhere to be found when they went back down. However, the number on the wall had changed, from 198 to 201.

“So does that mean there have been three more suicides?” Allison asked at they got back up to their room.

“Or three more are about to happen,” Lydia said, a terrified look on her face.

All three of them jumped when there was a loud banging on their door, someone knocking forcefully. Ramie held a finger up to her lips and crept over to the door, looking through the peep hole. She sighed loudly when she saw Stiles pacing back and forth, reaching up to knock again.

“What’s up,” Ramie asked as she opened the door. Stiles pushed past her and grabbed her arm, using his other hand to close the door behind her.

“Somethings wrong,” he said quickly, standing in front of her. Ramie’s back was to the door and she could see Lydia and Allison eyeing the two of them over Stiles’ shoulder. “Scotts acting strange and I just watched Boyd put his fist through a vending machine. I don’t like it here at all, we should leave.”

Stiles now had both hands on either side of Ramie’s arms, looking at her with a concerned look on his face. The way he was holding her felt strangely intimate, but Ramie pushed those thoughts away. Lydia cleared her throat and Stiles jumped, whipping around to face Lydia and Allison.

“Jesus,” he put a hand over his chest. “I didn’t know you guys were here.”

“Clearly,” Lydia smirked as Stiles took a few steps away from Ramie, straightening the zip up he was wearing. Stiles rubbed the back of his neck, a habit Ramie knew he did when he felt uncomfortable.

“Scott was weird with Allison also,” Ramie said, changing the topic back to what it had been.

“It’s the motel,” Lydia said immediately.

“They keep count of how many suicides they have here and put the number on the wall in the office,” Ramie told Stiles, whose face scrunched up in disgust.

“That’s fucked up,” he sat down in the desk chair, running a hand through his hair. Ramie pushed herself up onto the desk, sitting on it and dangling her legs down next to where Stiles sat.

“I’d say,” Ramie nodded. “And get this, when me and Lydia went down there earlier the number was 198. But just now when we went down it was 201."

“I don’t know what’s going on, but someone needs to learn how to do an exorcism before the werewolves go crazy and kill us,” Lydia said frantically, pulling a bible out of the drawer in the nightstand between the beds.

“Okay, hold on,” Stiles held up his hands, trying to relax Lydia. “What if it’s not just the hotel? The number in the office went up by 3 right?”

“You mean like three sacrifices,” Allison said, putting it together. Stiles nodded.

“Three werewolves?” Ramie asked.

“Scott, Isaac and Boyd,” Stiles confirmed. “Maybe we were meant to come here.”

“Exactly!” Lydia exclaimed. “So can we get the hell out of here now?”

“Hang on,” Stiles stood up, grabbing the Bible out of Lydia’s hand. He opened it up and pulled out something, it looked like a cut out newspaper clipping. Ramie got up, reading over his shoulder.

“Twenty-eight year old man hangs himself at the infamous Glen Capri Motel,” she read aloud. Stiles shook the bible over the bed and more newspaper clippings fell.

“All the clippings say room 217,” Lydia said. “That’s this room.”

“So if every room has a bible,” Allison said.

“There could be clippings in every room,” Lydia finished.

“That’s a beautiful thing, most places leave a mint on the pillow, this place leaves a record of all the horrible deaths that have occurred,” Stiles said. Ramie smacked his arm at his sarcasm.

“What if the room next door has one about the couple I heard,” Lydia said. All four of them looked towards the room next door. Stiles suddenly took off, running at the door, the three girls following behind him. When they reached the hallway Stiles was already at the door, pulling on the handle.

“It was not locked before,” Lydia said.

“We need to get Scott, Isaac and Boyd out of here,” Ramie said, as Stiles took off towards the stairs. However, everyone froze when the sound of a saw rang through the quiet night air. Stiles spun on his heel, a terrified look on his face.

“I’m not the only one hearing that am I?” Lydia asked, looking at the locked door.

“It sounds like someone turned the handsaw on,” Allison said.

“Handsaw?” Stiles asked, suddenly next to them again. “Move.”

The three girls backed up as Stiles did, who then ran forward, slamming into the door, hard, which thankfully wasn’t too reliable, since it swung open. Ethan stood in the middle of the room, handsaw above his head, and began slowly bringing it down towards his stomach.

“Hey, Ethan, don’t!” Stiles yelled, running forward. He grabbed the saw, trying to pull it away from Ethan.

“Stiles!” Ramie shrieked, as the saw got dangerously close to him while he struggled with Ethan. She felt frozen, watching Stiles try to get the saw away from Ethan, while also not getting hurt himself. Suddenly the saw turned off and Ramie glanced over to Lydia, who had pulled the plug out from the wall, just as Stiles fell to the ground, his face landing inches away from the saw. Ethan stood up straight, putting out his claws. He immediately went for his stomach, trying to slice himself open. Ramie and Stiles both ran forward, attempting to pull Ethan’s arms away from his torso. Eventually Ethan fell sideways, his hand making contact with a space heater, which seemed to burn him back to reality.

“What the hell just happened,” Ethan stood up from the ground, looking confused and holding his hand where it was burnt. No one answered immediately and Ethan took off, out the door.

“Ethan, wait,” Stiles called, following him outside.

“I don’t know what happened, okay,” Ethan said as Stiles, Ramie, Allison and Lydia followed him down the stairs. “I don’t know how I got there or what I was doing.”

“You know you could be a bit more helpful,” Stiles stopped at the end of the stairs, the rest stopping behind him as Ethan turned to look at the other boy from a few feet away. “We just saved your life.”

“You probably shouldn’t have,” Ethan said, before turning and going back to his room.

“What the hell do we do now,” Lydia asked, throwing her hands up in defeat.

“Let’s go find Scott,” Allison said, nodding to Ramie. “You guys go find Boyd and Isaac, all we can do at this point is get them all out of here.”

Ramie and Allison first went to Scott and Stiles’ room, where Scott should’ve been, but couldn’t find him. They knocked on doors down the hallway, seeing if he was in anyone else’s room, and he was nowhere to be found. They accidentally knocked on Coach’s door as well, which turned into a ten minute lecture on them being out of bed and how they need to get to sleep. Thankfully, Lydia yelling to Ramie from a room on the other side of the motel got them away from Coach, since they promised to make sure everyone quieted down.

“What’s going on,” Ramie panted as she slowed from a run, meeting Lydia as she held the door open to Boyd and Isaac’s room. Allison had agreed to continue looking for Scott while Ramie checked to see what Lydia needed. Boyd stood in the middle of the room, soaking wet, next to Stiles, both of whom were staring at one of the beds.

“I tried to drown myself,” Boyd grimaced, gesturing to his soaking wet clothes. “These two saved me.”

“Heat snaps them out of it,” Stiles explained. “Ethan touched that heater, we used this flare to get Boyd out of the bath.”

“Isaac’s under the bed, which is why I called you here,” Lydia said.

“Under the bed?” Ramie questioned, and Lydia held up a hand, silencing her.

“He’s going through something weird too, but he’s hiding under the bed, terrified,” she explained. “We can’t get him to come out and we thought maybe you could.”

“His Dad,” Ramie murmured. Isaac was freaked out because of the abuse he endured from his Dad. Everyone in the room just stared at Ramie, unsure of what to say. She walked over to the bed, kneeling down in front of it.

“Be careful,” Stiles said, but Ramie waved him away. She leaned her head down, pulling up the bed skirt. Isaac was curled up under the bed, breathing heavily and visibly shaking. It looked like he was having a panic attack.

“I,” Ramie said, using her nickname for him in a quiet voice. “Isaac, are you okay?”

Isaac’s head whipped towards her, making eye contact only for a second before scooting backwards more, closer to the wall.

“It’s okay,” Ramie continued. “Everything’s alright, it’s just me, Ramie. Can you come out?”

Isaac stopped whimpering and looked Ramie in the eyes. For a second, she thought she had gotten through to him. Then suddenly, before anyone could even comprehend what was happening, Isaac shot forward, moving from under the bed and tackling Ramie, teeth bared. Ramie couldn’t process what was going on around her, she simply closed her eyes in fear. She trusted Isaac, basically with her life, for so long, and suddenly she was sure she was going to die at his hand. She heard commotion around her and suddenly Isaac wasn’t pining her down, but someone was trying to pull her up off the ground.

She opened her eyes to see Boyd pining Isaac to the wall across the room, Isaac holding a hand to his arm where Ramie assumed Boyd had put the flare to his skin, snapping him out of the trance. Ramie glanced up to see Lydia with her arms around her, looking her over to make sure she wasn’t hurt.

“I’m okay Lyds,” Ramie squeaked out. She didn’t expect her voice to sound so terrified. “It’s not his fault.”

Lydia started to say something but Ramie couldn’t hear a word, because Stiles began to yell.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He walked forward, pushing Boyd off of Isaac and holding Isaac against the wall himself. “You could’ve fucking killed her, you know that?”

“Stiles,” Ramie yelled, standing up quickly despite Lydia’s words of protest. Stiles either didn’t hear, or ignored her.

“You could’ve killed her!” Stiles repeated, still screaming in Isaac’s face. “If you ever come near her like that again I swear to god I’ll-“

“Stiles!” Ramie yelled again, louder this time. She grabbed his arm, puling him back from Isaac, who looked like he was about to burst into tears. “It’s not his fault.”

“He could’ve killed you,” Stiles said as tried to step towards Isaac again, but Ramie moved in front of him, putting herself between the two boys. She put both hands on either side of Stiles at his biceps. She waited until he looked at her, making eye contact. “I’m okay, Isaac didn’t mean to do anything wrong.”

Stiles nodded, but his jaw was clenched in a way that Ramie knew he was still extremely angry. Stiles and Isaac never really got along the best to begin with, and this definitely made things worse.

“Ramie, I’m sorry,” Isaac said quietly from behind her, and she watched as anger flashed over Stiles’ eyes again. She put a hand on his chest, holding him in place as she turned to Isaac.

“We’ll talk later,” Ramie gave the curly haired boy a small smile. He nodded glumly, looking between Ramie and Stiles. Ramie grabbed Stiles wrist, dragging him to the other side of the room with her. When she dropped his hand his arms immediately crossed over his chest, a glare never leaving his face as he stared at Isaac across the room.

“Pack up your things,” Ramie pointed at Boyd and Isaac. “We’re sleeping on the bus tonight, all of us.”

She was cut off by Allison suddenly running into the room.

“I still can’t find Scott anywhere,” she panted, looking worried. Lydia nodded, like she was thinking.

“Okay, we’ll go look for him, you two pack up and meet us at the bus in half an hour, if we haven’t found Scott by then you’ll have to help us look,” she told Isaac and Boyd, who nodded. Ramie grabbed Stiles’ hand, tugging him out of the room and away from Isaac before he had the chance to say or do anything else.

“It must be happening to him too,” Ramie said as she, Stiles, Lydia and Allison made their way down the stairs. Ramie realized she was still holding Stiles’ hand as she walked in front of Lydia and Allison, and quickly dropped it. She watched as Stiles’ eyes flicked to hers, then quickly looked away.

“There’s another flare on the bus, right?” Lydia asked as they made it to the bottom of the stairs. Ramie heard Stiles reply but didn’t comprehend anything he said. She was frozen at the bottom of the stairs, being the first to turn the corner and look out over the parking lot. She had found Scott, but it wasn’t good. The smell of gasoline filled the air as Scott stood in the middle of the lot, soaking wet, and holding the last flare in his hand. It sizzled in the quiet night air. Ramie was snapped out of her shock when Stiles slammed into the back of her, not seeing Scott.

“Raim, what are you,” Stiles started, but then followed her gaze. Scott was back to them, seeming to be staring at the ground, frozen in place.

“Scott,” Allison said, her voice cracking. She walked around to the front of him, the rest following her. Ramie felt like her throat was going to close up. She grabbed Stiles’ hand again, this time lacing her fingers through his. He glanced over at her before squeezing her hand.

“There’s no hope,” Scott croaked out, his voice sounding almost robotic. Ramie tried to say something but no words would come out. She noticed a can of gasoline a few feet away, confirming her thought that Scott was covered head to toe in the flammable liquid. She could feel her body begin to shake in panic, tears already falling down her cheeks.

“What do you mean Scott,” Allison said, tears falling down her face too. “There’s always hope.”

“Not for me,” Scott replied, not looking up at any of them. “Not for Derek.”

“Derek wasn’t your fault,” Ramie said, finally able to get words to come out of her mouth. “You know that Scott. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Every time I fight back it just gets worse, people keep getting hurt, people keep getting killed.”

“Scott, listen to me,” Stiles cut him off, stepping forward. His hand slowly dropped from Ramie’s as he moved closer to his friend. “This isn’t you. This is someone inside your head telling you to do this.”

“What if, what if it is just me,” Scott stammered. “What if doing this is actually the best thing I could do for everyone else?”

“Scott,” Ramie stepped forward too, not sure what to say.

“It all started that night,” Scott cut her off. “The night I got bitten. You guys remember the way it was before that? The three of us?”

Stiles and Ramie both nodded. Ramie looked to Stiles to try and figure out what they could do, but his eyes were locked on Scott, a tear falling down his cheek.

“We were nothing,” Scott said quietly. “We weren’t popular, we weren’t good at lacrosse. We never had boyfriends or girlfriends. We weren’t important. We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all.”

Ramie sucked in a breath as Scott slowly turned his hand to the side, moving it in a way that if he let go of the flare it would drop straight into the puddle of gasoline he was standing in.

“Scott just listen to me okay,” Stiles said, stepping forward. Ramie tried to grab at his arm and pull him back, but he was out of her reach. “You’re not no one, okay? You’re someone. Scott you’re my best friend, okay, and I need you.”

“I need you too,” Ramie said, nearly sobbing through her words as she stepped next to Stiles.

“Scott, you’re my brother, alright,” Stiles continued. He glanced at Ramie and down at the puddle of gasoline, and she immediately understood what Stiles was going to do. As he stepped forward, putting himself in the puddle of gasoline with Scott, Ramie sucked in a breath, biting her lip so hard that she could taste blood. Stiles slowly put a hand up, wrapping it around Scott’s hand that held the flare. “If you’re gonna do this then I think you’re going to just have to take me with you.”

Ramie let out a sob, putting a hand over her mouth. Lydia instantly moved closer to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. The three girls watched as Stiles slowly pulled the flare out of Scott’s hand, then chucked it behind him quickly, before Scott had the chance to do anything else. Ramie let out a sigh of relief, immediately running forward to tackle Scott in a hug. Before she got the chance, Lydia shrieked, running towards them as Stiles grabbed Scott and Ramie, pulling them both to the ground and out of the gasoline, just in time for the flare to be blown by the wind into the puddle, igniting it immediately.

“The darach,” Lydia yelled through the roar of the fire. Ramie sat up, scooting backwards with the her friends as Lydia yelled. When they made it a safe distance away from the fire they turned to Lydia, with a confused look. “The darach did this to you guys. I saw it.”

Isaac and Boyd met them at the bus just minutes after the fire died down. Allison and Lydia decided to go pack up all of their’s and Ramie’s stuff while Scott showered in their room, since Ramie didn’t want him being left alone again, but she wanted to talk to Isaac before Stiles had the chance to attempt to beat him up again. Stiles and Boyd got on the bus together to get ready to sleep while Ramie and Isaac stood outside, looking over the parking lot.

“Ramie, I cannot tell you how sorry I am,” Isaac said as soon as the bus door closed behind Stiles. Ramie held up her hand to quiet him.

“It’s okay Isaac, I’m not mad,” she said.

“Stiles is,” Isaac nodded towards the bus.

“He’s just… protective,” Ramie said, trying to find the right word.

“He cares about you a lot,” Isaac said sincerely. “Like I think he would actually kill me if I hurt you.”

“No he wouldn’t,” Ramie scoffed.

“I don’t know,” Isaac shrugged. “People do crazy things for the people they love.”

Ramie’s head whipped towards his, probably too fast. Her eyes were wide when his met hers, and a small smirk was on his mouth.

“What do you mean,” she said quickly, her eyes narrowing at the taller boy.

“I just mean he’s your best friend and he cares about you a lot,” Isaac shrugged, the small smile not leaving his face.

“Right,” Ramie nodded. “Yeah.”

Isaac let out a small noise that sounded like it could be a chuckle, and they were both quiet for minute.

“Isaac,” Ramie said quietly, getting his attention back. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I think you need to find a new anchor.”

Isaac’s eyes met hers and he nodded slightly, like he knew this was where the conversation was going.

“You will always have a place in my heart, and you know that,” Ramie said, grabbing his hand. “But you need to be able to control yourself without me there.”

“I know,” Isaac said quietly. “I’ve been trying.”

“Good,” Ramie nodded, squeezing his hand. “You’re stronger than you know.”

Isaac stepped forward, wrapping Ramie in a hug.

“Thank you,” he said.

Without speaking, Ramie knew that there was an understanding between the two of them. It sort of felt like a goodbye hug, like they were letting go of their past relationship, but also, it was the two of them moving into new territory. Friendship, but nothing more. Ramie knew she’d always have a soft spot for him, but not in the same way that she once had.

As she pulled away from the hug she looked up to see Stiles sending a glare at the two of them from the bus window. Ramie rolled her eyes and stepped back from Isaac, seeing Scott, Allison and Lydia making their way over.

“Guess it’s bedtime,” Isaac said, glancing up at Stiles in the window, who whipped his head around to pretend he wasn’t staring at the two of them. Ramie snorted, walking over to the bus and climbing in, moving towards the back and sliding in the seat next to Stiles.

“You know we stayed outside so we could have some privacy,” Ramie said quietly to Stiles as everyone else got on the bus, Allison tossing Ramie her purse as everyone tried to settle into a bus seat comfortably.

“I was making sure he didn’t try and kill you again,” Stiles put his hand up defensively.

“Sure,” Ramie nodded, getting up to move into the seat in front of Stiles so they could both lay down in their own seat.

“Wait,” Stiles grabbed her arm, pulling her back down. “Can we talk theories?”

“Stiles, I’m tired,” Ramie whined, trying to get up again. Stiles pulled her back down.

“You can lay down and I’ll play with your hair, like you used to make me,” Stiles gave her a soft smile. “You don’t have to talk, you can just listen.”

When they were younger, Ramie used to force Stiles to play with her hair, or scratch her back whenever they had sleepovers. She told him it was the only way she could fall asleep away from home, but really she just found it comforting. The habit turned into a regular thing that Stiles would do, usually when they had sleepovers, but as they got older he would sometimes run a hand through her hair as they watched a movie, or draw shapes on her back when she was napping in his room. A few times when Stiles was sick Ramie did the same thing for him. They never spoke about it, it was just something they would do. There were a lot of things like that between them.

Ramie sighed, slouching sideways and putting her head on the seat next to Stiles’ leg, stretching out to rest her feet on the seat on the other side of the aisle

“That can’t be comfortable,” Stiles looked at her contorted body, scrunching his nose. He patted a hand on his thigh and Ramie looked up, meeting his eyes. Part of her expected him to burst out laughing, like he was joking about her laying her head in his lap. But he simply smiled, patting his leg again. Ramie scooted up, putting her head onto Stiles lap and rearranged her body so she was laying sideways, the back of her head against his stomach. His hand immediately threaded through her hair, lightly pulling through small knots as he began to whisper all his theories on who the Darach was and what the alpha pack was up to. Ramie fell asleep so quickly she regretted it the next morning, because she would’ve done anything to stay awake all night with Stiles’s hands running through her hair and lightly across her back, drawing words she couldn’t comprehend.

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Changes FINAL

THIS IS THE END!! It feels so good to be done with this ^_^ I hope you all enjoyed it and I would love to know what you guys think :) Thank you to the Anons for cheering me up when I was burning out and thank you to someone for letting me blurb all the ideas for Distance to you. I should be posting the first part in the coming days so make sure you look out for it!

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Do you agree that things change in time? Well four years abroad would tell wouldn’t it?

Pairing: Reader x Jeno ft. NCT`

Words: 4025

Warning: Swearing

It had been a week. A week since you got back from your bonding weekend with Jisung and Mia, a week since Jeno told you off in front of almost everyone at the airport, a week since you’ve spoken a word to him. Worst of all, a week since you told your third period instructor that you weren’t going to be able to complete the term project for some unknown reason but apparently, the instructor had seen it coming and allowed Jeno to perform the term project solo.

He wasn’t going to admit it but he was jealous seeing the Instagram posts with Jisung. He was upset that you decided to get on a plane and spontaneously fly somewhere with someone he didn’t know and someone he didn’t completely trust. Granted it wasn’t a twelve hour flight but still. You didn’t tell him and that upset him. Was he being childish? Maybe. So here he was, in one of the schools practice rooms, wallowing in his thoughts instead of practicing his solo piece he’d have to present instead of with you.

“You know, the mirror might break if you continue glaring at it.” Jaemins voice came from the door and Jeno turned to see him, Renjun and surprisingly Yukhei watching him with interest. He was used to seeing Yukhei around at this point. Renjun said that he had made amends with you and him in the last few days and Yeeun was also slowly becoming part of your girlfriend circle.

“Shouldn’t you be with your girlfriends right now?” he asked trying not to sound bitter and the group of boys only laughed at him as they walked in.

“They’re all out with Y/N and Jisung grabbing dinner. So we thought we would have this little intervention and ask…” Yukhei started gently but Renjun cut him off.

“What the fuck is wrong with you idiot!!?” he exclaimed, “I know you and I are working on a friendship right now but Y/N is still my best friend and comes first!”

“Renjun, calm down.” Jaemin said being the only rational one, “We just want to know what’s up and why you yelled at her in front of all of us at the airport that day only to drop her off at her house and not speak to her for like the whole week.”

“I would rather not talk about it.” Jeno muttered with a huff, “It’s none of your business anyways.”

“That’s kind of where you’re wrong.” Renjun corrected, “You’re upset that she hopped on a plane without telling you again right?”

“How are you NOT upset that your girlfriend did that?” Jeno shot back and Renjun shrugged casually knowing that his assumption was right. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out.

“Cause it’s typical Y/N and Mia.” he said as if that explained everything, “I warned you about their friendship, how they can be spontaneous from time to time. Heck, Y/N and Mia used to disappear for days when we had our breaks without telling anyone but they post on their social media to show that they’re okay. Jeno, they went to Ireland in the middle of the season for no reason but to take pictures once. Xander and I were about to have a heart attack!”

“Guy’s Jeno’s not only upset about that okay.” Jaemin said, “It’s Jisung too right?” he asked his best friend, “The fact that Jisung was with them the whole weekend and you don’t know what happened or what they talked about. They came out of the terminal arm in arm with Mia and you blew up on Y/N without a greeting. It was obvious.”

“He’s also lucky Yuta and Sicheng were there to hold Jisung back from smoking Jeno in the face.” Yukhei commented, “I would’ve done the same thing.”

“You hit me in the eye.” Renjun reminded him, “Anyways, you should know that Mia was the one who suggested they go to Japan. Y/N and Jisung went along with it.”

“You should also know something else.” Jaemin said and looked at the other two who nodded, Jaemin was going to tell Jeno because he was the only one who would be able to calm him down if he got angry, “What you’re doing right now...is all according to Jisungs plan.”

Jenos head shot up, “Excuse me?” What plan did Jisung have?

“What do you think you’re doing right now?” Jaemin asked, “You’re literally pushing Y/N towards Jisung by not talking to her. By not talking to her, she’s starting to lean on someone else because she’s confused. She’s tried to talk to you multiple times right? She never got mad at you when you yelled at her in front of everyone and she apologized to you but you ignored her.”

Jeno stayed silent knowing that what came out of Jaemin’s mouth was the truth. You didn’t get angry at him, you tried for three days to talk to him but he kept brushing you off. Leaving for school later so you wouldn’t run into each other and ignoring you during your shared classes. It wasn’t until the third day he realized that you stopped trying all together. Suddenly, everywhere you were, Jisung was too. In the library where you worked, the practice room when you and Renjun would fool around with Mia, Jisung was always there.

Jaemin let out a sigh at his best friend's silence, “Listen...Hana had a talk with Jisung earlier this week and I’m not even supposed to tell you about this. She found out that he applied for the study abroad program the day Renjun and Y/N got the offer. He had no interest in the Selects team until Y/N mentioned that there was a high chance of her going back.” Jaemin let out a breath, “Jeno, I really don’t think Jisungs feelings for Y/N are as platonic as he claims they are.”

“What are you talking about? This whole time he’s been trying to push me towards Y/N. What does he have to gain now?” Jeno asked in disbelief. He was already wary of the boy but the things Jaemin said didn’t make sense.

“A lot.” Yukhei said, “If you really want proof, ask yourself this. If Y/N was faced with a difficult situation right now at this very moment, who would she turn to? You? Or Jisung? If she ended up in the hospital right now, who would she go to for comfort? You or Jisung?”

Before Jeno could answer, Renjun’s cellphone went off and he was quick to answer it.

“Hey babe.” he said into the receiver and the four boys could pick up a hints of distress in Mia’s voice and Renjun let out a sigh before throwing a glare at Jeno, “Is she okay? Okay and which hospital are they taking her to?”

“Hospital?” Jeno whispered, his eyes shot to Renjun but he was no longer paying attention to anything since he was busy getting up and seemed to be in a rush.

“Hana, Yeeun and Jisung are still with you right? Okay, Then you’ll be fine. I’m on my way now, tell the Doctors I can tell them everything they need, be it over the phone or when I get there. Call your Mom and let her know too okay?” he said in a soothing voice, “For fuck sakes Y/N” he muttered to himself, “I knew I should’ve made you stay home this week.” he shook his head as the three others watched him with concern, knowing the phone call was about you, “I’ll be there in twenty tops. Okay, love you too.”

After hitting the end button, Renjun let out a huge sigh and turned to glare at Jeno, “You are a fucking moron. I can’t believe my girlfriend supports a guy like you in Y/N’s life. I can’t believe I supported you! If it were me, Jisung would’ve been a better fit. At least he doesn’t over react over stupid shit.”

“What’s going on with Y/N?” Jaemin asked as Jeno tried to find the words to speak but the words Y/N and hospital seemed to freeze him in time.

“She collapsed when they were leaving dinner. Actually straight collapsed, she didn’t fall or anything cause Jisung caught her in time. I have to go to the hospital because I’m apparently the emergency contact on her file for fuck knows why but at least I know her medical history.” Renjun explained and let out a huff, “You guys can tell this stubborn asshole the rest but I gotta go.” He looked at Jeno once more and if looks could kill, “Don’t show up at the hospital. She’s going to be too weak to even deal with you. Take this as a warning or I’ll really let my fury off on you.” and with that, Renjun flew out the door literally leaving the three boys in silence, “WONG YUKHEI I SWEAR YOU ARE A CURSE”

Jaemin, who had received a text from Hana sighed, confirming Renjuns explanation. “Jeno…’ he put his hand on his best friends leg, “Y/N’s leaving after the Christmas party this weekend...She decided to go early instead of waiting till the New Year…” Jaemin said softly and hesitated to continue when he felt Jeno tense under him. Looking at Yukhei, he silently asked for reinforcement, “It’s been decided that Jisung and Mia are going to go with her.”

“What the fuck?!” Jeno suddenly said springing up causing the two boys to jump slightly, “Jisung wasn’t supposed to leave until next Semester.”

“He’s going to finish his classes online and his instructors gave him the okay to take off early. As of next week, Y/N and Jisung are both gone for the next six months.” Jaemin stated, “It could’ve been prevented too, if you actually TALKED to her.”

“Dude, I know I may have a sketchy past with Y/N but Jaemins right...the way Jisung is around her, is too much for something platonic.” Yukhei said, “You need to talk to Y/N, tell her how you really feel. I know you guys confessed to each other but make her yours, OFFICIALLY. Tell her about how you feel with Jisung around.”

This suddenly made Jeno agitated, extremely agitated. He trusted Jisung, he was so supportive of the two of you up until now and he wondered what changed. Where did things go wrong? Or was Jisung playing this whole time? With both of you? You were supposed to be with him, that’s how it was supposed to end. He saw you first, you were his childhood friend, you were his first love...and plus, you didn’t like Jisung that way did you? After all the conversations you had, he assumed Jisung was nothing but a brother to you, but he knew that there was a chance that his feelings changed.

Unfortunately, a lot of his thoughts he thought he was keeping in his head actually came out and Jaemin had to resist the urge to slap his best friend on the head.

“It doesn’t matter if you saw her first, you idiot. He’s going to be there with her physically while you’re a twelve hour plane ride away. You trust her...but do you trust him” Jaemin said getting up, “FYI, Y/N’s getting discharged from the hospital. She had a high fever and her iron levels dropped beyond normal so she’s in a weak state. This is your last chance, you have one week to talk to her because I know for a fact Jisung won’t let her change her mind on leaving early. Like I said, it was all part of his plan. He knows you Jeno, he beat you at your own game.”

“And in the end, only one of you can have Y/N and unlike Renjun, I think you two suit each other quite well.” Yukhei commented, “But it’s on you to make things right. She’s in the hospital BECAUSE of you.”

“What do you mean because of me?!” Jeno asked, furrowing his eyebrows and clenched his fists, “I literally haven’t talk to her all week. You know this.”

“Yea...but she also waited for you outside your place in the rain for four hours when you decided to avoid your house for a while. Yuta told me.” Jaemin snorted, “With the stress from her current responsibilities, the argument you started and having to deal with a lost loved one, her immune system probably screwed her over and she got sick.”

“She..she waited outside my house for me?” Jeno whispered, eyes wide, feeling guilty. He had no idea.

“Why do you think Renjun has been such an ass to you? Mia, her mom and Jongin are all staying at Y/N’s house until they have to leave again. Mia and Renjun tried to convince her to go inside after an hour but she was adamant...she wanted to fucking talk to you Jeno. She really tried and you blew her off.” Yukhei said shaking his head, “Yeeun tried to get her to go home on multiple occasions today but she kept insisting she was fine. She threw herself into her work because the one person that she wanted to lean on decided to ignore her. Now she suffers the consequences.”

“And Jisung…” Jeno whispered, “I have to go…”

“I’ll see if Hana or Chenle can distract Jisung for a while.” Jaemin said pulling out his phone, he knew what Jeno was feeling, Despite him being an ass to you all week, Jeno actually had a strong guilty conscience which was why Yukhei said what he had to say, “Just don’t fuck it up.”

“I wont.” Jeno promised and ran out of the room and towards the direction of your houses.

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“Guys I’m fine!” Jeno heard you say and assumed that you had people smothering you, “I just need to breath. Take a break AND GO TO SLEEP!”

The more you talked, the louder your voice got and soon the door opened and you walked through, almost slamming it shut. Noticing the extra occupant in the room you groaned. That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you asked tiredly placing a hand on your forehead, “Please...just leave...I’m tired, I’m sick, I just need to be alone and you being here isn’t helping.”

“I-” Jeno tried to speak but you continued your ramble, abruptly cutting him off.

“I don’t care if you take the door or the window. I just need to be alone and away from you.” you grumbled, leaning against the door where you felt another headache coming on and covered your face with your hands. Why were the lights in your bedroom so bright?

Instead of speaking, Jeno got up from your bed and gently grasped your wrist, pulling you into his embrace. You were too weak to fight him off and the scent that you missed for the past week invaded your senses.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, burying his head in your air, inhaling your sweet scent, “I...I was jealous…”

“Why would you be jealous? You started hanging out with my friends the moment you met them.” you grumbled weakly, trying to pull away but Jeno was too strong and held you in place, “But the moment I go somewhere with Jisung and Mia you have a freak out.”

“You didn’t tell me.” he emphasized, “You got on a plane without a message, call, smoke signal...do you understand how scared I was?”

“Mia’s mom, Jongin, Yuta and Sicheng knew.” you muttered weakly, “If I told you, you would have insisted to come with us. Why do you think Mia didn’t tell Renjun? Same reason.”

“Why though?” he asked, letting out a breath, “Why was it so important to go with just the two of them?”

“It’s Mia’s way of getting to know someone personally. She’s going to be helping run training camp and she wanted to get to know Jisung. Taking him to Japan, putting him out of his comfort zone was the best way to do it.” you explained, “The only other time they met was this past summer when she came to visit me with Xander and Jisung was taking care of me. Jisung and Xander spent almost the whole night talking and I guess Xander told her good things and she wanted to find out if everything Xander told her was true.”

“Were they? Was she happy?” Jeno asked.

“Jeno...I have a headache, a fever and I feel like I’m about to pass out again. Why are you asking me all these questions?” you asked, your voice getting weaker and Jeno could feel your body sway so he held you tighter.

“I just…” he hesitated for a second and let out a sigh, burying his face into your hair, “I just don’t want to lose you to him.” he muttered, “I don’t know how he feels about you and the fact that you guys are so close bothers me…I already lost you once Y/N and you’re leaving again...I just...I know a lot of things happened in the last few weeks and I know I was an idiot for blowing up and ignoring you...but I really don’t want to lose you...to him or anyone else.”

His answer shocked you. The Jeno you knew was confident and sure of himself but the Jeno in front of you right now was vulnerable. In your lifetime of friendship, you had only seen this side of him as a child and when he got older, he got a lot better at hiding his emotions in front of people, including you.

You felt yourself wrap your arms around his waist and nuzzled into his chest. You were exhausted and even though you were annoyed with him, you were leaving soon and a staying mad wouldn’t solve anything.

“I don’t want to lose you either.” you muttered against his chest but he was lucky he heard it as you felt your legs go weak, “I need to…” you let out a shaky breath and Jeno picked you up bridal style, placing you gently on your bed.

“Rest.” he said gently, pulling the covers over you. “I’ll go get you some stuff and come right back okay?” You were sick and knowing that you were going to leave in a few days, he wanted to be the one to take care of you. He wouldn’t let Jisung, even if he tried.

“Are you going back to your house?” you asked weakly, looking up at him as he nodded, “Can you bring Nal then? I could use some kitty cuddles.”

“How about you stay home tomorrow and spend the day at my place? No ones going to let you go to classes anyways and then you can cuddle all three.” Jeno suggested, “Would Jeno cuddles work for tonight?”

“Only if you never refer to yourself in third person again.” you answered tiredly, “Come back soon…”

“Close your eyes and I’ll be back before you know it.” he said placing a kiss on your forehead and really feeling your temperature and was shocked to see how hot you had gotten.

Leaving your room, he was unsurprised to run into Mia and Anne-Marie who had a basin of water and a face cloth in her arms. Items he was just about to get. The two smiled at him and gave him some medicine along with the basin.

“Thank you for letting me in.” he said to Anne-Marie who had been at home when he got to your house, “How did you manage to keep the guys away?”

“Renjun knows you’re here but won’t try anything. Chenle reminded Jisung that he had to pack everything for his semester abroad so that’s what they’re doing now. Just try to be asleep by the time they get back so they can’t do anything.” Mia suggested, “Y/N has to head into the city tomorrow night to finalize the Christmas party stuff so she needs all the rest she can get.”

“I’ll drive her. I know you guys all want to stay at the hotel where the Christmas party is being held but I’d like to take her to my place which is near the venue if that’s okay.” Jeno said, he already asked for permission to take an extra day off school for the event, “I’m not ready to let her go yet…Also, thank you for letting the NCT Club members attend your Christmas party.”

“Jongin is an alumni of that club and you’re going to be one of us soon anyways.” Anne-Marie said giving Jeno a motherly hug, “And that’s completely fine with us. We understand that letting her go won’t be easy but think about it, you’ll be seeing us sooner than you think.”

“Then...I guess I’ll get back to her then.” Jeno said and gave the two a slight bow, “Thank you again.” he then disappeared into your bedroom, with his hands full, he couldn’t shut the door and it gave Mia and Anne-Marie a clear view of his affection towards you.

“You know Mia, I have never met two people in my life as young as you who have remained so devoted to the other regardless of distance…it really must be the stars” Anne-Marie said with a smile, watching Jeno soak the face cloth, dabbing your face with it before repeating the process and placing it on your forehead.

“I agree Mom, maybe Xander was right...Jisung might be a good dance partner for her but her heart always belonged to Jeno.” Mia agreed and she gently shut the door to give you some privacy.

A few hours later, Jeno heard the sound of a door opening and a slight gasp. Judging by the voice it had to have come from Jisung. He popped one eye open and his suspicions were confirmed. He saw the look of shock and then annoyance cross the other boys features and held in his snicker, pretending to sleep. When he heard the door shut, Jeno shifted and smiled, feeling your arm tighten around his stomach area. He could still feel your temperature was high but he had you in one of his hoodies and a really thick blanket so you could sweat the sickness out.

Closing his eyes once more, he pulled you tighter against him and felt you snuggle into his chest. He would have to wake you up later to change but for now, the best thing was for you to rest.

In the coming days, you would have to leave but in the coming months, he would see you again. It wasn’t going to be four years this time and he was definitely not going to let a day go by where he didn’t remind you how much he cared for you. There was Facetime, text messaging and social media. No matter what, he would remain devoted to you even if you were on different continents. A part of him was uneasy because Jisung was going to be there with you physically but he trusted you. Plus, Soonyoung, Renjun and Mia were going to be there too and judging by how Soonyoung had explained things to him, the only time you would ever cross paths with Jisung was if you and Renjun decided to step in and check on training camp or when you guys were at home.

He didn’t like that Jisung was going to be staying with you at your apartment that you had bought with your own money but he was glad that Mia and Renjun would too be staying with you and again, he trusted you. When the right time came and the two of you could be together once more, then he’d ask you to be his. But for now, you had your own path to walk and he was willing to wait. At least it wasn’t four years right?

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my homie @birdieofloxley wants to know good ol’ #9 (tbh this was like the main one I wanted someone to ask, BUT KEEP SENDING ME QUESTIONS TO MY INBOX) AND I HAD TO DEDICATE A WHOLE POST TO THIS. SO.

Simon’s backstory. I’ve thought a lot about this. Like A LOT. We know very little about everyone’s favorite right-hand man. He know his name is Simon (ofc), he likes gin, he was at one time in charge of the Sanctuary (before Negan), and that he’s maybe slightly psycho because he wiped out all of Oceanside (but we don’t talk about that). Unfortunately, none of these details really give any insight to what Simon was like pre-apocalypse (we don’t even know how OLD HE IS). I’ve spent years dwelling on this and I think I have a few agreeable theories. Feel free to agree or disagree or let me know your ideas! Before I begin, I would like to say that NONE OF THESE THEORIES ARE PROVEN. It’s just simply what I have come up with based on his personality and things of that nature.

Let’s start with his occupation. What the hell did Simon do for a living before running the show with Negan? So, APPARENTLY Simon was a sketchy mortgage broker (whatever the HELL that means) pre-apocalypse. I don’t think that’s been confirmed but FOR SOME REASON THAT SEEMS TO BE THE GENERAL CONSENSUS. But allow me to completely ignore that detail and allow my own thoughts to come forth. He’s a very muscular guy and very much more in touch with his masculine then his feminine side. I highly doubt he was working in an office space or in a desk work environment. I think we can agree that his job was more than likely very hands on and work-you-to-the-bone sort of labor. I originally had the idea of some sort of medical background, perhaps a surgeon or a paramedic. But I scratched that theory because nowhere in the show is that mentioned (and as we all know medical based characters are usually very crucial to the show and is always mentioned). I ended up settling between 2 different job ideas. A car mechanic and a fire fighter. NOW. I have a feeling I’ve caused some brows to raise here. Think about it. Car mechanics definitely get their hands dirty and is very much a male dominated field of work (as is being a fire fighter). Both require strength, agility, intelligence, and a dedication for hard work. While fire fighters have medical training of sorts, it’s nowhere on the level of say an ER doctor. To wrap that section up, I like to think that he was either working on cars or putting out fires.

Moving on. Relationship status. Do I think that Simon had a lover pre-apocalypse? Simple answer. Yes. I tend to think that while he probably wasn’t married, I bet he had a steady girlfriend or possibly a fiancée who was lost sometime after the world fell. I think it definitely hurt him and left him heartbroken. Which is what probably contributed to some of the things he did and his strive for power towards the end of his run. He did the things that he felt would make her proud of him or admire him more than she already did. He was ever so slightly dependent on her, which he would’ve never admitted because, if anything, he’d want it to be the other way around.

Next course. Family life. As sad and dark as it may seem, I feel as if Simon didn’t have any family left. I feel like he had an older sister and a younger brother (Simon SO gives off middle child energy). He understands women (or at least we make it canon that he does) and this is due to the fact that he got to see a lot of the things his sister liked. He often heard her talk about the things that boys did that made her upset or made her happy. To which Simon didn’t realize he took note of and applied to when he started dating. Simon was definitely closer to his younger brother. It was his little guy that he got to teach things to. His ultimate buddy to play in the backyard with. If their sister was having one of her “bad days”, then the dynamics bros would just go off and do something else until she was better. His dad left when he was young and Si never saw him again. This would make him try his absolute hardest to be the best son/boyfriend/husband he could be. Because of this, Simon was a HUGE momma’s boy. Like would do anything for his mom. Which is why he took it so hard when she died. She died when he was in his mid-thirties and just a few years before the apocalypse. He had watched her get sicker and sicker and there was absolutely nothing he could do. That was the hardest part. Not being able to help her or make her feel better. He was an ultimate family man. It was a shame he lost it all so quickly.

On a happier note, let’s talk about Simon’s hobbies! I def think Simon could hold his own in the kitchen. Maybe not on a Bobby Flay level, but Simon could make a mean steak or cheeseburger. He enjoyed thumbing through cookbooks and recipe catalogs to see what new things he could attempt to try and possibly perfect down the line. I also like to think that he could draw. I don’t know why, but I feel as if Simon had some visual art skills that he discovered as a kid. In school, he would often pick up his pencil and doodle little sketches on the corners of his notebook. I don’t think he ever really put a lot of time and effort into it, simply because art wasn’t something he wanted to make a career out of. However, he had 2 or 3 sketch pads that he kept in case inspiration struck.

Education wise, Simon acted like he didn’t care about school, but he actually would freak out if he made below a B. He enjoyed the sciences and math based subjects more than English or literature. He never could quite get the hang of outside-of-the-box thinking that was usually important for literature classes. As far as classroom behavior, it was about a 50/50. Some days he would come in and do his work quietly and be respectful. Other days he would come in talking to his friends and get absolutely nothing done. He was a hit with teachers, so he usually escaped detention. I don’t see him as a high school football player. I’m willing to bet he was a soccer or baseball player. While school was important, I feel as if college wasn’t in the cards for him. He was one of those “college isn’t for me” people (this also ties back to my firefighter theory, considering most of the time a college degree isn’t required to be one).

That’s really all I’ve got and all I’ve ever spent time thinking about. If anybody’s got other ideas, hit me with them because, again, I’m up for debate and possible change of mind.

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Emerald Green and Darkness

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The smell of vanilla and the warmth of the place quickly engulfed 53 year-old Shōta’s presence as soon as he entered the little house at the end of the street – Hizashi had found it by chance online and presented it to him, and while it didn’t look sketchy at all it still felt weird to just drop by someone’s house with the excuse of adopting a new pet. The ad his loud best friend had seen only spoke about a middle-aged woman who rescued kittens and nursed them back to health with the help of her quirk, much like Recovery Girl used to do all those years back then.

With grey replacing most of the black in his hair and beard, he sighed as he eyed the place with a certain glee growing inside. It wasn’t long until the petite woman came rushing from behind one of the few doors that were on sight, and quickly introduced herself as the owner of the place. She went on to talk about how she had loved Eraser Head before he retired from the hero world, something that he didn’t feel too comfortable discussing but didn’t do anything to stop either. He thanked her with a small smile. She remarked one last time that she had been beyond thankful for everything he had done, then saw all the strays that were still looking for the one person who’d give them all the love they deserved.

In all honesty, Shōta wanted to take them all home, but as they passed through a small bedroom a dark lump on top of the single bed caught his attention, causing him to stop walking and stare questionably at the breathing figure.

“Oh, that’s one we got a few weeks back,” the old lady told him gently as she noticed he wasn’t following her anymore, walking back to his side. Both their gazes on the animal, they watched as it began to stretch and he noticed there was something funny about him – he only had three legs.

“I can only guess he had an accident,” the woman continued. “We found him when his injuries were still healing. At least, I’d like to think it was an accident. He’s also missing an eye, and the doctor told us we had been lucky to find him before it could fester. Due to him being about 13 years old, they only gave him six months.”

“Can I?” asked a curious Shōta, and the lady only nodded.

“He doesn’t really get along with people… it took him so long to even trust us enough to eat what we gave him.”

Despite her words, something pulled him closer, and his hunch hadn’t been wrong.

He ended up taking the green-eyed cat with him that same day, after a bit of struggling to get him in the cage. When they got to his apartment the blob scuttled away from him as soon as the small metal door opened. Shōta then spent all the remainder of the afternoon trying to get him out from under his bed, only to sit right beside it to eat dinner, putting a plate with food next to him in hopes the cat would come out.

It took him a few days, just like the lady had told him, to get it to trust him enough to eat freely when he was around. Soon he found its company to be rather… peaceful. Even during his long walks out all he could think about was if the cat was alright or if it was hungry, if he should buy him more toys or even new kinds of food. Hizashi found his friend’s new facet quite adorable, yet was turned down whenever he requested to meet his pet, partly because Shōta knew how the cat acted around strangers and partly because he feared he’d make it deaf by accident.

As he soon came to know, taking care of a cat also meant having to take extra care of your furniture. He didn’t get mad as the old cat learned how to use his litterbox but rather at how he seemed to do his business everywhere else for a while as well, testing Shōta’s patience. For some reason, the man believed the pet knew he was pissed off at this attitude and eventually stopped doing it, instead turning to scratching whatever he could lay his paws on. Shōta soon bought him the thickest scratching post he could find online, hoping that would end the rebellion that had left parts of his couch and coffee table completely ruined. Despite the ruined furniture, he was happy that the disabilities didn’t stop the cat from doing its own thing.

Surprise filled the old man when, one morning around three weeks after that, he woke up and felt a lump at the end of the bed right above his feet as if to keep them warm. Opening his eyes and sitting up quickly in fear that it was something bad, he saw his companion sleeping lazily over him, only opening his eye to look at him as if he was crazy and then stretching before going back to sleep. A big smile appeared on his lips and the mere sight made his heart warm up. Not really having the will to make the cat move from the bed – he lay back down and opened his phone, quickly sending a photo to the group chat with Hizashi and Nemuri to share the amazing thing he had just witnessed.

It was only when she asked about its name that he realized he hadn’t really given it much thought at all, and then spent most of that afternoon trying to come up with something that suited both the cat and him. The task proved to be harder than he had imagined, and Shōta gave up when the clock reached 7 pm. Instead he took a moment to sit on the floor with it nearby as he turned on the TV to catch up on the events that were going on in the city. It had been quite a peaceful day much to his surprise, with no real bad news to worry about when a familiar face caught his attention right before he started to channel-surf. Green curls and a gentle smile with freckle-covered cheeks were the main features that decorated the familiar face Aizawa was now watching attentively, and Deku’s imposing voice filled the room with ease.

“Oh, look at that,” he talked to the cat as if it could understand every word he said. “I know him very well. Used to be my student and was quite a troublemaker at first… much like someone I know,” he muttered with a smile on his face. A soft meow distracted him from the screen for a moment and he noticed the animal now standing right in front of the screen, looking up at Izuku like he was the only thing to focus on at the moment. “What are you doing?” he asked softly, trying to call out to him but to no avail. “Do you like Deku?” To this, the cat’s ears perked up and it looked at him with its eye open wide. Then it went back at him and meowed again. “Deku,” Aizawa repeated, but the cat didn’t move this time. “De…” he started, carefully watching the animal in front of him look back at him with a curious gaze. “Ku?” To that one syllable, its eye widened once more as it got up on its hind legs and the man had an idea pop into his mind.

After that night he ended up naming the cat Kuro, both because of its colour and because it reminded him a lot of Izuku himself – rough around the edges when he met him yet sweet and diligent on the inside. Both took their time to truly open up and let others see their true self. Just as if he knew, his pet got used to the name faster than he would’ve expected and even seemed happier when called by it. Shōta’s friends also seemed to like the nickname, laughing just a little bit when he told them the backstory but agreeing that the cat had been a troublemaker at first.

Shōta didn’t notice until the seventh month that Kuro had actually managed to surpass his assumed lifespan of only six months left and while he didn’t think much of it his heart stirred a bit in his chest as he snuggled closer to it one night, its warmth and little paws on his chest more than enough for him to be sure that everything would go more than fine. He had never paid much attention to his own way of acting or if having a pet had changed him at all and vice versa, yet all he could think about was coming back home every day to spend time with him and revel in the company as much as he could.

It was almost as if it had been fate bringing them together but Shōta would never admit to believing in such an erratic thing – he did however believe that it had been their love for each other that had managed to make the pet stay by his side almost twelve times the amount of days that had been given to it up to its seventeenth summer, making the old man very happy as they counted birthdays and holidays together and just coursed through life relying on each other for support. Not even once did Shōta remember the cat’s disabilities and in return Kuro didn’t seem to be bothered about his owner’s casual aloofness and low energy, choosing instead to keep his distance until Aizawa called out to him.

But good things always come to an end, and Aizawa Shōta knew this very well.

After almost four years of living together, it became apparent to him that there was something wrong when the cat gradually stopped grooming himself as often as he was used to witness and eventually started keeping its distance as well, choosing to sleep hidden under the coffee table or just lying on the couch, but not with him. When he noticed those symptoms he didn’t hesitate on taking him to the vet in order to prevent something worse happening to him, though the news he was given was less than encouraging. Shōta had to stop himself from crying right then and there at the vet’s office – the cat wasn’t ill but rather naturally dying due to aging and Kuro’s bright green eye was fixed on him, as if he knew what was happening in his owner’s heart.

It wasn’t as if Aizawa chose not to focus on anything else the next few days – he just couldn’t rid his mind of the worst scenarios possible, even if they felt closer than ever before. Having been through so much with his pet, he felt the need to do whatever he could to make him feel better; he tried to help him groom, eat and brought him to bed at night, but it was only when they paid another visit to the vet for a check-up that he was told there was really no use in doing so. With his hopes crushed and his heart still not ready for what would unfold sooner or later, he returned home that evening to a cloudy sky that mirrored his feelings in every way.

It all came down to a bittersweet ending when one morning, he woke up to feel the same familiar lump at the end of the bed; sitting up slowly and stretching his arms, Shōta would’ve thought it was one of those rare days when Kuro decided to sleep with him had it not been because his perception was extremely good. Reaching out, he took the frail, lifeless body on his hands and brought it close to his chest, unable to conceal the tears that came out after making sure his best friend had already gone to a better place. He felt a knot forming in his throat as he tried his best to hide his crying and bottle it up as he always did, but it was all for nothing when he realized he hadn’t had the chance to say a proper goodbye.

“I hope you’re better and happier now, I’ll try not to miss you too much,” he murmured against the cold fur, and for a moment he thought he had heard a soft meow come from somewhere close in the room which made him look up and around. With wet cheeks and a heavy heart he smiled, knowing he wasn’t truly alone still.

Thank you for everything.

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