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pogueswrld · 1 year ago

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*•.¸♡ make up sex ♡¸.•*

pairing: fred weasley x fem!plus-sized!reader

summary: Freddie talks too much, and his girlfriend is exhausting all the ways she knows to shut him up. Softly, of course.

warnings: smut🦢!1!1!1!1! there's plot and fluff, and everyone's of age ofc, although it is hinted that reader is still in Hogwarts, kinda sub!Fred top!reader, like he's whining and panting and begging and shit (bites lip) ANYWAY, dick riding hehe, no usage of y/n.

note: it is 2:59 pm on a Friday, let's see how fast I write this shit. note 0.2: Okay so it's 5:54 pm on the same day, I think I'm done. This isn't edited, but it took me 3 hours to write 😁

He was still talking. Why, in the name of Merlin, was he still talking?

Dating Fed Weasley is fun, there's no denying that, but Good Heavens isn't that a boy a handful. Both literary and figurative. He's got a wide imagination, a never-squelching desire for knowledge, and a big heart. That is a dangerous combination for a somewhat intelligent and never-quiet man.

She's a saint, his girlfriend, and Ginny made a point to always express that to her. "How do you put up with that all the time?" Gesturing to Fred, who was using his hands in elaborate motions as he went on his fourth rant of the morning on the same subject to George. She'd only shrug, lips engulfing another spoonful of whatever ice cream the girls were sharing. "In one ear and out the other darling."

Not to say that she hates it, or that it bothers her- quite the opposite actually. Fred's excited and hyper personality is what made him so interesting to her, it was what drew her to him in the first place. She enjoys listening to him rant, even about the most random things -he stopped her the other day and explained in great detail how penguins mate and how once the female accepts the male's proposing gestures, they're together for life- and she adores it.

Yes, it sure can be a bit much at times, but she wouldn't change it for the world. Imagine loving a man who was as boring and dry as his older brother, Percy? She would have to jump out of Ginny's bedroom window!

Today was her first day back in the Burrow from Hogwarts for summer break, and she was exhausted, to say the least. She was up from dawn, finishing up the last bits of her packing before leaving for the train station with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. And because she's a good friend, she made sure each of her friends made it to their transportation safely before she and Ron were picked up by Fred and George.

In the car, Ron opened the untameable can of worms by mentioning Bill who was staying over at the Burrow for the summer as well, taking a couple of months' worth of vacation away from the dragons and such. That was the spark Fred needed to blast off into a hundred rants one after the other.

He spoke about seeing Bill again, which is understandable, he hasn't been home in years. He spoke about the dragons, which led to his excited mention of his favorites and how he's going to ask Bill how it was training them. Then he turned to Quidditch training, and even though both him and George had left Hogwarts a year or so ago, the both of them still found time to play the game as a side hobby. After that was all done, George gave her and Ron and update on the shop, and Fred went on and on about all kinds of new candies and flavors and combinations they were working on to add to the store by the beginning of next year.

She was understandably tired by the time the Burrow came into view. And as much as she adores her boyfriend, she needed him to shut the fuck up for twenty minutes. But he's so sweet, and his eyes light up when talking, and he gets this beautiful energy surrounding him when he does it that she doesn't have the nerve to ask him to be silent for a bit. So she excuses herself and tries to bury her body under the covers of his bed.

But he finds her there, and he reports to her that dinner is ready, and that Bill is here, and that she looks so gorgeous on his bed, and that there's a strange animal in the backyard, and that Ginny tried to curse the bathroom when he went in to use it, and that he doesn't understand why she'd do that, and that George is out in the garage, and that-

She jolts up on his bed, her eyes twitching as she stares at him. He looks so beautiful, but he's talking too damn much. She cups his face, and he goes silent and stares at her with wide eyes.

"Wha'?" He mumbled, his lips squished together as she squeezed his cheeks.

"You talk too much, ya' know that?" She said, her thumb slightly caressing the apples of his cheeks.

He opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water, and tilts his head ever so slightly. "Do' it bothe' yo'?"

She giggles breathlessly and lets go of his face before pressing her lips tightly against his. "Not all the time, but times like today..." She rests her forehead against his and sighs, "It can be a lot, and I need you to read the room and tone it down a little bit, d'ya think you can do that for me?"

He stares, something in his gaze changes, and he nods. "Of course, baby. Whateva' you want."

Great. Now she feels bad. She sighs and pushes past the blankets swallowing her to sit up on her knees. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and pulls him into a hug. "I love you, truly love you, and I don't mean to be mean to you, and you know I love it when you ramble, but I'm really overwhelmed today, darling. I'm sorry."

Fred wraps his arms around her waist in return, hugging her tightly. It's true that he can't always read the room, and now that he's no longer attending school he's got much more free time on his hands than he knows what to do with. It takes him a couple days to be able to read his girlfriend's body language like he used to once she's home from school, and he feels terrible that he was one of the reasons for making her feel so incredibly overwhelmed. He also feels slightly ashamed of his non-stop rambling all day.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, mumbling something into her skin that made her shiver and giggle away from him. "Stop," she breathes in a giggle, "It tickles."

He chuckles, his hands squeezing at the skin of her waist as he stares at her dreamily. "I said, I'm sorry I made you feel overwhelmed, I promise to try and do better."

She grins at him, so brilliantly, that he can't help but lean down and capture her lips in a soaring kiss. "I love you." He mumbles against her lips, and she smiles while trying to kiss him back. "C'mon now, love, let's go have dinner."

Her eyes darken; her pupils widen, and she smiles that mischievous grin that he adores so much, and he groans while throwing his head back. He knows exactly what is on her mind.

"I have a better idea." She whispers, giggling as she throws herself into his lap and kisses him with such force that she's pushing him down on his bed. He yelps, his hands traveling to the bed and her waist, holding on to her for stability. Bubbling heat travels across his body through her kiss, and he sighs when her cold fingertips trace down his arms, sending goosebumps across his body.

Her kisses transfer from his lips to the sides of his mouth, his cheeks, down his jawline, until she's pampering open-mouthed kisses across his neck like stardust.

He sighs, his eyes closed and his head thrown back on the pillow. "Please," He breathed, a low whine undertoning his voice. She shivers above him, her teeth grazing his skin in a teasing bite.

She's always hated the effect his voice has on her.

"Please what, darling?"

He whines. It's low, for her ears only, it's a barely-there breath, but his mouth is right next to her ear and she hears him loud and clear. Her panties dampen almost immediately.

"Please touch me," He whispers. His hands gripped tightly to her thighs. He knows better than to roam her body without permission. She pulls back slightly, blinking up at him with a soft smile and long lashes. "But I am touching you, Freddie."

He knows this game. This cruel, cruel game she adores to play. He whines in pretentious of hating his role, but his hips buck, and his cock twitches underneath the fabrics of his boxers and trousers.

He slowly traces one of his hands from her thighs to her palm before letting her fingers rest on his aching cock. He guides her hands to gently rub him through his clothes and he lets out a breath when her fingers squeeze around him. "Touch me there." He gasps.

She entertains him, allowing him to set the pace and buck into her hold. He releases deep breaths and low whines, stuttering moans every time she tightens her grip around him. She can feel herself getting wetter by the second, how his eyes are shut desperately, his teeth bite down on his bottom lip, and her name is gasped out of his throat with every other movement. It makes her feel powerful, it makes her entire being vibrate.

"That's enough." She mumbles, pulling her hand out of his grasp and bathing in his complaining whines as she pulls off her shirt. He blinks up at her, watching her boobs bounce in the push-up bra she's wearing before she unhooks it and slides it off her shoulders. He blinks again and swallows whatever drool and saliva has gathered in his mouth, causing his Adam's apple to pop along with the action. She smiles at the sight and quickly bends down to leave a swift kiss on it.

"Take off your shirt." She commands him, and he does so without hesitation, throwing the garment somewhere on the floor of the room he shares with his twin brother. He watches her hands intensely as she teases him by running her thumb on the inside of her trouser's elastic, before slowly pulling the item down and off. He groans at the sight of his favorite panties on her; a partially lacey red thong that settles up between her butt cheeks. She always told him how uncomfortable it made her, but the look on his face when he saw it on her made every second she spent wearing it worth it.

"You're trying to kill me, love?" He groans, daring himself to take a dangerous leap and push his thumb against the damp cloth, pushing down on where he knows her clit hides. He glances up at her, watching the way her lips part and her mouth hangs open at his action.

"And what am I to tell George when he asks? Death by a red thong?"

He grins up at her, picking up the speed at which he's rubbing on her bud of nerves. "Only if you're the one wearing it."

She shudders, forcefully holding herself back from grinding against his thumb. Instead, she grips his wrist and pushes it away from her. She hooks two fingers on each side of his trousers and boxers before meeting his eyes, watching as he licks his lips and nods before pulling the clothing items down his hips and legs.

His cock bounces out from underneath the fabric happily, it smacks against his lower abdomen and she giggles at the sight of precum beads rolling down his slit. He whines, throwing his arm on his face to cover the embarrassing blush that matched his hair color. "Don't laugh at me, why're you so mean to me today?"

Her giggle grows louder, and she leans down to push his arm off his face. "I never intend on being mean to you, my darling, you just bring it out of me. I'm sorry." She mumbles as she meets his gaze, her hand cupping one side of his face and he leans towards her touch. "Don't hide from me, yeah?"

He nods.

"Good boy."

He whines, his eyes squeeze shut and his jaw drops when her fingers wrap around him again, but her thumb is collecting his precum before spreading it down his length before she works a steady rhythm going up and down. His whines slowly turn into moans. His noises were so heavenly that she could swear her wetness was flowing through the fabric of her thong and onto the skin of her thighs.

She sees his muscles contracting and she stops, removing her hand from him altogether. He opens his eyes, blinking up at her in confusion as a noise of complaint slips out of his throat. But he swallows it back up when he sees her push her thong to the side and spread her folds before sitting on his length, and she grinds back and forth on him without actually allowing him access to her.

He groans, throwing his head back. She's coating him in her juices and there's a delicious squelching noise coming from between them and it's driving him insane. He sucks air into his lungs through clenched teeth and shudders when she allows a single moan to slip through her parted lips.

Suddenly, he's engulfed in her warmth and he hisses. His hands grip tightly to her thighs, hips, and any plump skin he can find. He squeezes her, hissing, and pants until he's sheathed completely inside of her. "Slow down," He gasps, "Slow- slow down, slow down, slow down." His voice turns from low breaths to almost high-pitched whines, and she leans down and captures his lips in a silencing kiss.

"Need you to lay here and keep your pretty mouth shut, darling, can you do that? Can you stay quiet for me so your family doesn't hear us fucking?" He whines, hips bucking into her warm cunt causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head as he nods mindlessly. "Yes, yes, yes. I'll be quiet. Fuck- please, baby, please fuck me."

She giggles at his desperate whines, and slowly rocks her hips back and forth, just enough movement to send pleasure jolts but not enough to get them going. She was testing the waters, trying to see how loud he could get without giving him much of anything.

Fred was losing his mind, he could feel her walls clamp down on him every time she moved back, and he could feel himself nudging against her feel-good spot every time she moved forward. Her wetness made a mess out of both of them, making it easy to slide into her and pick up the pace.

He arched his back slightly, just enough to hint at her to go faster. Because she was starting to feel frustrated, she obliged. She switched from grinding down on him to bouncing, her knees and hips working overtime to not make a noise every time her ass cheeks met his thighs.

She's now moaning, leaning down to muffle her noises by his neck or breathe them directly into his ear. Fred's eyes roll to the back of his head every time, and his hands grab onto the fat of her hips to help her.

"I-" She gasps, pushing herself upwards, clamping down on him tightly before forcing deep thrusts with her movement. "I'm gonna cum." She whimpers, and her legs begin to shake and fail her. Fred let out a loud breath that turned into a whimper before pushing himself up and, with a tight hold of her hips, forced her up and down his cock.

"Wa- wanna feel you. Wanna feel you gush around me. Give it to me, please." He whines, his words muffled into her temple, his eyes closed as her walls flutter around him, her body shivering against him and her lips part in long whines. One of his hands sneaked in between them, and his thumb drew quick circles around her clit, just enough to electrify her over the edge.

She freezes up, squeezes down on him and Fred is gone. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly down on him, the repeated squeeze of her walls stimulated him over the edge and they were shaking through their highs together. Her hands were buried in his hair, his hands holding onto her hips, while their lips interlocked in an overflowing kiss.

A few seconds later, their mouths parted as they gasped for air, holding onto one another as their highs dwindled. He traced random shapes on her bare back while she scratched at his scalp in a way she knew he loved.

He was the first to pull back, looking up at her with nothing but love and adoration. He tilts his head and grins, "Do you still want to go down for dinner?"

She laughs, heartily and loudly out of his arms and back onto the bed. "If you'll be going downstairs for a plate, get me one with you. There's no way I can look your mum in the eye after this."

#fred weasley #weasley twins #bill weasley #george weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x fem!reader #plus sized reader #harry potter #hp fandom #hp fanfic

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justlemmeadoreyou · 10 months ago

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melancholia | (mechanic!harry part 3)

Summary: Part 1 Part 2 The date with Niall, and picking your car up after it's done. But it gets more complicated than that.

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: Cursing, brief mention of abuse

i will be working on your car this evening, would you like to hang out?

You had saved Niall's number as soon as you had gotten in the car with Mia, and he was really putting it to good use.

You had been in your office, a pen between your teeth as you read the agendas for the upcoming projects that had been assigned for your team. Your phone vibrated, and you saw Niall's text pop up. You immediately swiped up, opening his chat.

You smiled, in awe of how subtly he had asked you out.

sure! would love to. at what time should i come?

His response was spontaneous too.

as soon as you get off work. when do you get off work?

You calculated a bit in your head. If you got off work ealy, and reached the garage by the bus, Mia could pick you up after you were done. Or, she could drop you at the garage and then you would have to take the bus home.

The previous idea was better. That would mean you would get off work at 5, and Mia would be around 6-6:30? Perfect.

just a little before 5. can reach the garage by 5:15

Niall typed quickly, before getting back ro work so Harry wouldn't kick his ass.

that's perfect. will see you at 5:15. have a great day at work! :)

You smiled, keeping your phone down and focusing back to th me task in hand. You were going to be on a date in a garage. With Harry nearby.

He definitely wouldn't like that.

. . .

You reached the garage at a little over 5:15, and as you walked from the bus, you could feel your heart beating loudly. It had been ages since you had dated and gone on dates. Most of them would be dinner, or a coffee place, or a movie. But a garage? Never.

Niall was nowhere to be seen outside, so you went in, looking for him. Harry was sitting by the tiny reception they had, and vigorously scribbling something on a paper while his one hand was on his forehead. The computer in front of him was on, and you could see he had the brightness up too much, the light was shining on his face so prominently.

You decided to go to say hi.

You walked nervously to him, mentally preparing yourself to be scolded or cursed at by him. He was not in a good mood, and he would definitely not appreciate you troubling him, or you and NIall having a date here instead of working. You wondered if he told him that too.

You reached his table, and stood in front of him. He was still engrossed in his work.

“Hi” you murmured softly, and he shot his eyes up. His face was still the same: anger, frustration, grumpiness, that was always there.

“What?”

“Hi” you repeat yourself, but softly this time. He narrowed his eyes at you, looking at you up and down, and then got back to his paperwork.

“What?” he said a minute later.

“I-I just came by to say hi”

He looked up at you again, this time with more frustration.

“Hi. Are you done?”

Your lips frowned, and you quickly answered, “Yeah. Sorry for-for bothering you”

“You should be”

Turning around, you went back, and saw Niall sitting at a chair.

“Hey, I was waiting for you, it’s almost 5:25”

“Yeah-I-went in to say hi to Harry”

“You didn’t say hi to me” he smiled, and you walked over to him, sitting at the other chair he had placed nearby.

“You were nowhere to be seen, and-I thought he might know and-I now regret going in in the first place”

“That’s alright, I was just doing a coffee run. Fancy some?”

You smiled, “Yeah, sure”

He made you decaf, which you insisted on after telling him that you had to be up all night doing some work. He was quite cool, talking to you about your day, even letting you rant about your work and how life had been shit lately after you had moved out.

He was a good listener. But you wanted to get to know him too.

'So, what do you do for fun besides fixing cars?'

'Well, I love to play guitar and write songs and stuff,' Niall replied, a hint of shyness in his voice.

'Really? That's so cool! I've always wanted to learn how to play an instrument,' you exclaimed.

Niall smiled, 'I could teach you if you'd like. Maybe we could even write a song together.'

Your heart skipped a beat at his offer. You couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to him and how he didn’t judge you or immediately dislike you just because you talked more than him. He just sat there all cute, with a smile on his face listening to whatever you told him.

“You know, you're not like any other mechanic I've met. You're so kind and respectful. You really love what you do, don't you?” you asked, looking at him with admiration.

“I do. I've loved cars since I was a kid. It's my passion,” Niall replied with a smile.

It was refreshing to meet someone who truly loved their work.

As the sun began to set, you realized it was time to head home, Mia would be here to pick you up soon.

“I had an amazing time today, Niall. Thank you for everything,” you smiled up at him.

“It was my pleasure. I had a great time too,” Niall replied, his blue eyes sparkling.

As she rode the car home, you couldn't stop smiling. You had gone on a date in a garage, were picked up by your friend like it was a playdate, and still had one of the best dates in a while. He promised you a next one too, and you were looking forward to that.

. . .

(A week later)

Niall had called you, telling you your car was done. You were happy, but then Mia told you her roommate was going to be back today.

With a long face, you took a cab to the garage. You kept your checkbook,and also some spare change with you.

On the ride, your mind was a mess. You would have to move back in your car, but what if you asked Niall to let you live with him? He told you he had two roommates he lived with, and you just needed a week before your paycheck would come in, and you would pay back your previous landlord, move back into your old apartment.,

Fingers crossed, you were hoping he would say yes.

At the garage, you wrote the check waiting for one of them to come out, and when no one did, you went in to find Harry.

"I'm not having this fucking conversation. I came to you 6 months ago and settled it all, didn’t I? I did that so I don’t have to do this shit on the phone with you. You understand? You fucking moron-”

Harry stopped yelling as soon as he saw you, a shocked expression on your face at his words. Your body had gotten tense and scared, the way he just yelled, making you shiver.

“What?” he spat, still pent up and frustrated from his conversation on the phone.

You stammered, still shocked by his demeanor, “I-I, nothing” you said quickly, turning around and running away from him.

Niall caught you on your way out, just the man you were looking for.

“Hey, Niall! What’s up?” standing in front of him, you said in a high-pitched voice, and he narrowed his eyes at you.

“What’s up? Really?”

You slumped down, gulping down as you said, “Sorry. I-went inside to ask Harry where you were and he was all yelling and screaming and I-I got scared”

“Oh, he’s always like that on the phone. Don’t worry, you get used to it” he shrugged it off, but you were still pretty shaken. The way there was a nerve bulging on his forehead, his jaw clenching, the death grip he had on the phone…ooph.

“Anyways here’s my bill, and I was wondering if-you know, if you’re free, we could have dinner tomorrow”

His eyes lit up, taking the cheque from you,and he asked, “Oh yeah? What’s tomorrow”

“It’s-it’s thanksgiving” you said with a smile on your face, hoping he would say yes.

On the contrary, his smile disappeared as soon as you mentioned thanksgiving, and he put his hands on his waist.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry, Y/n, But-I have to go home tomorrow. Holiday with my family and all” he scratched his forehead, and the awkwardness began to grow.

“Oh-oh. It’s alright” you quickly brushed it off, not wanting to make him feel guilty for spending time with his family.

He took your hand in his, an apologetic look on his face, “I’m sorry, Y/n. I really am. I-it slipped off my mind completely. I have to book tickets now too. Or my mum will kill me” he chuckled,trying to lighten the mood, and you put a smile on your face.

“No, it’s perfectly fine. Besides, you should go home once in a while. Don’t have to be stuck with that yelling boss all day”

“Yeah”

You both fell silent, and after a minute, he spoke up.

“So, do you need anything else?” he asked.

“No, no it’s fine. You go home”

He nodded, going to pick up his stuff and change his clothes.

“I’ll give this to Harry,” he said, mentioning the cheque. You nodded, and he left.

You sighed. Mia’s roommate was back, and you would have to move out tomorrow. Couldn’t she have just stayed there one more day?

You picked up your purse, and the car keys. If you had gone out with him tomorrow, you would’ve asked him to let you stay at his house for a week or so, after which you would get your salary, pay your landlord,, just so he would let you move in.

Now, it was all down the drain, and you were back to living in your car.

Walking to the car, you opened the driver’s seat, getting in. Your stuff was to be picked up from Mia’s, and then you would have to drive to a safe place to park your car.

Putting the keys in the ignition, you turned it, and your eyes went to the fuel indicator.

It was almost empty.

You got out of the car, hoping that Niall wouldn’t have left, so you could buy a bottle of fuel.

Sadly, he had.

His stuff was gone, and you would have to ask Harry. You didn’t even want to see him after the way he treated you before

You knocked on the tin nearby, getting his attention before you walked to his table. He looked up, and he seemed at ease. So much better than the angry bird he was before.

“What?”

“I wanted to buy a bottle of fuel.”

He sighed, closing the book he was writing on and got up. You followed him as he walked back to the shop, fetching a 3 liter bottle for you.

“This?”

“Yeah”

You paid him, taking it from him and keeping it beside you.. He didn’t seem to have any plans for thanksgiving, and you assumed his family didn’t live here. So, why wasn’t he going back home?

“So, you got any plans for thanksgiving?” you asked, and his face stiffened. He seemed angry, and you regretted asking him immediately.

“Why?” he asked with a stern voice.

“Coz-you don’t seem to have any plans for tomorrow, and-I think your family doesn’t live here, so why-”

“Just stop right there, okay?”

His voice was harsh, and he was ready to yell at you once again.

“Why do you have to poke your nose where it doesn’t belong? Huh? What I do-” he spat, taking a step towards you, pointing at himself, “-is none of your damn business. If I go, if I don’t, if I have a family, or I don’t-that is none of your fucking business, okay? So just take your broken car, and get the hell out of here”

You were shivering by now, heavy breaths falling in small puffs as you took a step back, your legs stiffened and shivering. It had been years since you had been yelled at like this by a man.

“I’m sorry,-” you mumbled, turning around and running back as fast as you could. Tears were falling out of your eyes, and you had to practically tell your legs to move as fast as they could. Once inside, you quickly turned the keys, turning on the ignition, and speeding away as fast as you could. To your best luck, it started raining.

The rain was pouring down relentlessly, and you could barely see through the windshield. But your mind was in a frenzy, replaying the scene over and over again. You couldn’t believe that he had yelled at you like that, and the harsh words he had said stung like a knife. Why did you even bother trying to talk to him? Why did you always have to interfere in other people’s lives? You knew it would only end up hurting you in the end.

Your heart was racing, and you could feel your chest tightening with every breath. As you drove, your mind kept going back to that moment when he had pointed at himself, telling you that his life was none of your business.

You knew that, you did very well. You thought maybe, just maybe, talking about his family would get him to be softer, sweeter, but you were wrong. He was always the pent-up asshole, and nothing was going to change him.

After a mile or two, the rain had started to slow down, and you saw where you were going. It seemed like a highway, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to get away from him.

You took a quick look at the fuel indicator, and that was when it all came crashing down once again.

The fuel had run out.

You had dropped the bottle beside you in the garage, and in his fit of rage, he didn’t even care that you left it there. You just ran to your car, not caring about the fuel and just drove off. Now, you would have to stay inside your car, in the middle of nowhere, and then call someone tomorrow morning.

You turned off the engine and leaned back into the seat, hugging your knees to your chest. You didn’t know what to do now. You were stranded, alone, and afraid.

You were so cold and wet, your teeth chattering as you huddled in the backseat. You locked all the doors and windows, hoping that would keep you safe. But deep down, you knew it probably wouldn’t.

Tears streamed down your face, and you curled up into a ball, trying to keep warm as you fell into a fitful sleep. The rain continued to pour outside, and you could feel yourself getting sicker by the minute. It was so so cold, the cool air blowing outside, and all you were wearing was one layer of thin clothes.

Meanwhile, Harry had finished his work and realized that you had left without taking the fuel. He grabbed his hair in frustration, angry at himself for letting you go like that. He knew he should have stopped you, but his emotions had gotten the best of him.

He couldn’t believe how out of control he had become. He had never acted like that before, and he knew he needed to find you and make things right. He quickly grabbed his keys and headed out in search of you. He didn’t know where you could have gone, but he was determined to find you. He couldn’t live with himself if something happened to you because of his actions.

It was about an hour later when you heard a knock on the window. You jumped, your heart racing as you saw Harry’s face peering in. “What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, looking concerned.

“I-I ran out of fuel,” you stammered, wiping away your tears. Harry’s expression softened, and you quickly unlocked the door. Hehelped you out of the car. “You’re freezing,” he said, wrapping his jacket around you. “Come on, let’s get you inside and warmed up.” He led you to his car and drove you to his home. You didn’t even have the energy to protest or ask questions. You just wanted to be warm and safe.

As you sat in front of the fireplace, Harry made you some hot tea and brought you a blanket. He sat next to you, looking at you with a mix of anger and guilt in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said, breaking the silence. “I should have known better than to let you leave in that state. I’m such an idiot. I-I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, I’m sorry”

“No, it’s not your fault,” you said, your voice weak. “I should have been more careful.” Harry shook his head. “I’m the one who fixed your car. I should have checked everything before letting you go.” The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, the only sound being the crackling of the fire.

“You can stay here for the night,” Harry finally said, breaking the silence. “I’ll take care of the car tomorrow and make sure it’s all fixed up. You can have it back then. This time, I’ll fill up the fuel tank too.”

“Thank you,” you said, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. Harry gave you a small smile before getting up and heading to the kitchen. You couldn’t believe that just a few hours ago, you were so afraid of him, and now he was taking care of you in his own home. As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was all just a dream.

But, Harry’s thoughts were far from a dream. He couldn’t stop staring at your peaceful face, illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the window. All the events of the day ran through his mind, and he couldn’t help but feel grateful that he had made the right decision in bringing you here.

He noticed a single strand of hair resting on your cheek, and he couldn’t resist the urge to brush it away. He reached out and gently slid it off your face, careful not to wake you. But as his fingers grazed your skin, he felt a spark of electricity. He knew it was wrong, you and Niall had a thing going on, and it would be disrespectful of him to even think about you in that way. But as he looked at you, he couldn’t deny the feelings that were bubbling up inside of him. Without thinking, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, feeling guilty for his actions. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

But you were fast asleep, and didn’t hear his words. And he definitely didn’t feel wrong for what he did.

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SOMETHING MINE-Luke Hughes

Part Two

The summer had come to an end and you and Luke were still dating and keeping it a secret. Over the summer you two talked every day since after your classes had ended you had to go back home to Virginia and Luke went back to Michigan.

It was hard being apart but it would raise too much suspicion if you went to Michigan or he went to Virginia and neither of you were ready to go public just yet.

Luke did come back in September right around the time school started back up for you. The season started in the beginning of October and Luke was getting really busy same with you with school and work but you two still made time to see each other and you would text when he was away.

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Tonight Luke had a game and it was a bad one. The Devils lost 3-5 against the Toronto Maple Leafs and Luke got you a ticket so you could watch him in person.

Tonight was only the seventh game of the season and Luke had played a few minutes in each game but he still hasn’t gotten a point he had a few good moves in his last one but he was still searching for his second point after getting his first in a playoff game last season.

He didn’t get it but what was worse is when he had a bad turnover in the second period that resulted in a goal against the Devils and the crowd started chanting “Nepo Baby”.

You could tell by the look on Lukes face he had heard it and what made it even worse was after the game his Coach told him he had to do media and they asked him what his thoughts were on the chants.

Luke gave a pretty solid answer “ya it sucks I know that’s not why I’m here but I can’t control what other people think or say”

After the game was over all you wanted to do was hug Luke and that’s all he wanted too but he wasn’t ready to go public and neither were you. So you both drove home separately.

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Luke arrived back at his apartment with his brother Jack.

“Are you ok?” Jack asks

“Ya I’m fine it’s just stupid chants” Luke says

“Ya exactly don’t let it get to your head” Jack says

“I won’t” Luke told him

“Alright Moose you wanna watch some tv?” Jack asks

“Nah I’m actually gonna go out for a bit” Luke says

“Where you gonna go? I’ll come with you” Jack says standing up

“No it’s ok Jack I really just wanna be alone for a little bit” Luke lies knowing he was going over to see you.

Jack gives his little brother a slight smile

“Be careful ok and text me when your on your way home and no drinking we do have practice tomorrow at noon” Jack says showing his protective brother side that annoys Luke.

“I will and I’m not drinking see you later” Luke says before grabbing his car keys and leaving the apartment.

He heads down to the garage and starts driving to you.

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Your roommates were out partying tonight so you and Luke had the apartment to yourselves at least for a few hours.

Luke knocked on your door and you opened it. He immediately wraps his arms around you and holds you close.

The two of you walk to your bedroom and lay down with Lukes head on your stomach as you run your hands through his curls.

“You did well tonight” you try to reassure him

“No I sucked” he claims

“So you had a bad game it’s ok” you tell him

“Those stupid chants” Luke murmured

“Are you ok?" You ask and Luke looks up at you

“Ok stupid question rephrase do you wanna talk about it?" You ask

“You know my family is the reason I am who I am and when when people use that against me it hurts it gets to me more then anything because I'm a Hughes but I'm Luke too I got here because of me not my last name and it feels like it will never be that I could score 100 points and I would still be a nepo baby or whatever and it's so damn stupid! Quinn and Jack don't get called these stupid things because what they're older it's ridiculous and I'm sick of it." Luke rants

“I'm so sorry Luke" You say

Luke just sighs and shakes his head

The two of you stay silent cuddling for a while longer until the two of you fall asleep.

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A loud beeping sound wakes the two of you up and Luke finds his phone

"Shit!" He shouts

You quickly scramble out of bed and turn on the lights

"What's wrong?" You ask

"It's 5 am" Luke says

Your eyes widen realizing your roommates might be home by now.

You look over at Luke who's scrambling to put his shoes on and gather his keys and phone.

"I have to go Jacks gonna kill me literally" Luke says

"Ya ya of course I'll walk you out" You say as you open your bedroom door

The two of you walk towards your front door and before you have a chance to open it it swings open and you see your three clearly drunk roommates walking in.

"Hey! Y/N/N ooo who's this?" Julia asks

"No no one are you guys ok?" You ask

"Fine fine just want bed and brownies do we have brownies can we make brownies?" your roommate Neya asks

"No no guys just sit down I'll get you some water in a second" you say guiding the three to the couch.

You turn your attention back to Luke who seems to have zoned out

"Luke?" You say

He shakes his head

"Ya sorry I gotta go" Luke says opening the door you follow him outside and walk him to his car before kissing him goodnight or technically good morning and head back upstairs to your apartment to tend to your drunk roommates.

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Luke drove home very quickly probably going a little too much over the speed limit the whole time and made it home at 5:15. He parks his car and walks up to his apartment.

He tries as quietly as possible to open the door and plans to practically sprint to his room but the bright lights already on ruin his plans.

“Dude! It’s 5 in the morning what the hell!” Jack shouts

“Ok I know I know but I’m ok everything is ok so ya” Luke says knowing it’s a stupid response but at the same time he is 20 and doesn’t feel the need to explain himself to anyone.

“Luke I was so close to calling the cops I thought something had happened where were you and why didn’t you answer my calls I called you like 10 times!”

“I-I fell asleep ok can we just leave it” Luke says making a move towards his bedroom

“Where the hell did you fall asleep?” Jack asks

Luke sighs

“Were you at a girls house?” Jack asks changing his tone from angry to curious in a single sentence

Luke doesn’t answer and shakes his head continuing to walk to his room while Jack stands there with a smile on his face realizing his baby brother just might have a girlfriend.

He changes into a pair of sweats and a t shirt before getting into bed and grabbing his phone.

He sends you text saying we might have a slight problem

Y/N-Oh god what

Luke-Jack thinks I was at a girls house

Y/N-What did you tell him

Luke-Nothing I walked away

Y/N-Dude that’s a total give away

Luke-Alright dude what are we gonna do

Y/N-Well just tell him to keep his mouth shut

Luke-Ya another problem Jack’s a total gossip by noon tomorrow I won’t be surprised if half of New Jersey knows

Y/N-Damn

Luke-Ya

Luke shuts his phone off and curls up in his blankets

Maybe he can tell Jack to keep his mouth shut.

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Jack in fact did not keep his mouth shut and blabbed about Lukes ‘secret girlfriend’ to the whole team. The guys chirped him for it and a lot of them were curious as to who she was but Luke refused to tell anyone anything. Jack threatened to tell Quinn. Even though he was the first person he told but Luke didn’t know that. Then Jack said he would tell their parents and Luke still refused trying to hold on to as much privacy as he could. Eventually Jack gave up and respected Lukes decision for the time being at least.

A/N hope you enjoyed feel free to send in requests or comments or just to talk I’d love to talk with you guys! I may make another part let me know what you guys would like to see!

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#luke hughes #hughes brothers #jack hughes #feel free to interact #nj devils #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #part two #follow up

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jeonginshaelmoni · 2 years ago

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Stray Kids X Sister Reader

Warnings : None I think? Maybe vomiting in Chan's.

MASTERLIST

Gonna use the names Hailey and Lewis. For Chan's siblings

CHAN :

You were ten whole year syounger than him, and when you were old enough to go to school, he was already off in JYP. And now, at 15, you and your two siblings were getting ready to go see him. As usual, you and your brother were arguing, while your sister just stood there, done with you two. The ride to Stray Kids dorms was not long, but your motion sickness acted up.

"I'm gonna puke." You announced, and your mother passed you a trash bag. No sooner had you opened it, than bile rose to your throat and you spilled into the bag. While your brother looked disgusted, being the loving sibling she was, your sister rubbed your back soothingly as you retched.

Soon enough, you arrived at the dorms, but you were asleep in your dad's strong arms. Chan opened the door, giggling at you. It was a typical sight. Even when he was a child, you'd been like that. Getting sick and falling asleep. He pretty much knew that you'd been sick in the car. Your family went in, the other members greeting your siblings while you lay on the sofa.

Lewis began to poke your cheek, making you whine and slaphis arm away. Hailey giggled and took a photo of you, to blackmail you with. She was about to post it on Instagram, when Lewis whispered in her ear.

"Draw a moustache on her face." She snorted and used a filter to apply a moustache, then put it on her story. Right when she posted, you opened your eyes blearily and reached for your sister.

"Hailey, carry me."

"You're 15, ya'know."

"So? Channie still carries me." You peered innocently at Chan, who made a face.

"You didn't give me a choice did you?" He snarked. "You threw a whole tantrum."

"Shut it."

MINHO :

You were younger by three years, and shared a birthday with him. So whenever your birthdays came around, yo u would always surprise him. But this time, instead of getting him a gift, you tied a ribbon around yourself and bought a cake. The walk to the dorms from your apartment was just 5 minutes away, and you thankfully didn't get any weird stares.

"Happy birthday Oppa." You shouted, barging into his room once Changbin let you in. "Guess what your present is?"

"You?" Minho asked in surprise, fighting back a laugh. "This is the worst idea you've come up with, by the way."

"Actually, it's great. More for me to blackmail you with." He said, quickly snapping a photo before you could react. "Great present."

CHANGBIN :

Changbin was a little bit hesitant to let the boys meet you, as you were too precious for them to break your innocence.

Not that you were innocent. He just thought you were.

You had a boyfriend, Jungwon from Enhyphen, and you'd done nothing more than make out, but to your brother, that was blasphemy.

"Oppa, I have a boyfriend." You said bravely, sitting in front of him. He'd finally allowed the boys to meet you, and immediately it was like having 7 more brothers.

"Oh heck no." Changbin said, shooting up. "Where is he? Imma kill that boy."

"Bin, calm down." Chan instructed. "Sorry, Y/N."

"I'm used to it." Y/N replied, smiling. "It's not like I didn't bite his ex girlfriend."

"You what?" Felix burd tout laughing, imagining the petite girl biting someone.

"It bled pretty badly, do I'd say it made an impression." Y/N said, looking proud at what she'd just revealed.

HYUNJIN :

You were Hyunjin's twin, and had the exact same features minus your hair was way longer. You also shared your dramatic genes. Once, he stepped on your foot and you ranted at him for two hours as to why you were so upset. You didn't talk to him for two weeks.

"Foods here!" You called, and Hyunjin immediately got up.

"Did you get samgyeopsal?"

"Of course I did." You said offendedly. "You think I'd forget the family favourite?"

Your parents just sighed and shook their heads, knowing you could bicker for hours, ignoring everything else.

"Whatever, let's eat." He scowled, pushing you. You glared and pushed him back, resulting in a mini WWE match in the living room.

"And Y/N emerges as the winner!" You cried victoriously, fist pumping.

JISUNG:

Okay, he was older, so what? You were wayyyy more mature than he was. You were 20 and him 22. But while he pretended that Hyunjin had killed him, you just snorted and brushed it off. You'd met your brothers friends, and boy were they loud. Sometimes you even had to reject his affection because the others...

The other should whine and complain that you always accepted Jisungs affection while yo u rejected them. So began the whole thing of Jisung being rejected.

"Not now." You said, slapping his arm away when it tried to go over ryour shoulders. "Oppa let go."

"My baby sis doesn't love me!" Jisung cried dramatically, falling to the floor.

"Big baby." You muttered dragging him off the floor. "Do it again and I'll tell mom about the broken vase at home."

"No!" Jisung said. "I'm sorry!"

The others just laughed at the hold Y/N held over Jisung.

FELIX :

Again Olive (Olivia) Riesa (Rachel)

Like on Chan's reaction, you were his youngest sibling. Now 17, you were doing your high school exams and stressing over everything.

"Relax, nothing bads going to happen." Felix said, patting your shoulder. "It's going to be fine."

"No, I'm this close to failing and Madam Xi said she'd fail me for the rest of the year if I falimed this test."

"I think you got it in the bag though." Fix said. "Olive did. And Riesa."

"Thanks." You said. "But I still have three days to do this. So please can I study."

"Fine."

SEUNGMIN :

Seungmin was the worst older brother you had. Ever. He was always nosily poking his face einto your stuff. He always ptevente dyou from meeting boys and if you did, he wod ground you. You couldn't argue as he was your guardian. Your parents both passed away when you were kids, and you loved with your cousin, Taehyung. Until last year, when Seungmin got your legal guardianship.

"Ready, punk?"

"I'm ready." You smirked, and you guys set off, venturing out into the ocean on your little sailboat. Seungmin had been given time off work and you were on school holiday, so you had decided to go on an adventure. "Just make sure we don't get lost."

"I mean, if we get lost-" Seungmin started, but a glare from you shut him up. "Nah, we won't."

"Good."

As the sun set, you and your brother made your way back to the shore and got everything out of the boat. Returning it, you realosed that you never really told your brother you loved him.

"Oppa."

"Hm?"

"I love you"

"I love you too."

JEONGIN :

"Yah! Yang Jeongin!"

"What?"

"Why is there a batman figurine in my drawer?"

"Uhh..." Oops, he got caught and now you were in a towering rage.

"Tell me now!"

"I snuck into your room."

"You went into my room! Moommmm Oppa went into my room!"

"Yah! Yang Jeongin!" His mother shouted. "Don't go into your sisters room!"

"Okay, fine!" Jeongin hoered back, smugly smriming at his younger sister, whoscoffed and locked her door.

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your-local-scene-emo · 11 months ago

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all my marble hornets notes

alex is the guy who saw slenderman first, and made the bad decision to explore it, and he survived i think.

alex sees anxious in all of the clips in entry 3

entry 4 is alex in a park, running from slenderman, or an entity. whatever it is, alex does not seem to want to interact with it.

jay is the man recording in entry 5, and alex is doing a tour of the ground for marble hornets

it may be that slenderman followed him home after the encounter at the park or the road with his dog.

brian, alex, and a girl off camera entry 7, further notes here. alex is off camera and brian is now talking. they are in a car. also, brian is hoody.

the man confirms that someone is most definitely following alex

alex is seen drawing the slenderman poster thingys

sarah and tim are reading a script, and alex is pissed that they aren't doing it how he wants them to. alex seems to want to have the camera recording at all times, this may just be a minor detail only for the set, or it may be because he feels unsettled by the tall man stalking him. seth is the one recording right now.

alex is running away from the tall man in entry 10

in entry 11 alex is checking his house and outside for the entity, it also appears he has hanging the pictures of slenderman up.

in entry number 12, brain and alex are shooting a shot together with alex acting more like himself. the camera distorts, and then seth zooms in on the slenderman.

THE REWASMRE

alex is in the woods all by himself, and finds a symbol that is an 'O' with an 'X' alex notices something and begins to run

it seems slenderman ha invaded his home, alex records for about 35 minutes and gets nothing, but next we see him bleeding from his head, but conscious.

BLEED MORE

jay and tim are meeting up entry 15. so tim mentions that at first, alex was a pretty good director until moving forward. so that would mean that an clips of alex being himself are the first clips he made, and then the ones of him acting off are the ones that are the result of being exposed to slenderman.brian and alex are good friends it seems, while tim was just along for the ride. someone was leaving dead animals on alex's front yard, so this can conclude that slenderman is most likely hostile if it is him. TICK TOCK

we are in the pov of jay, and he's looking for brian in entry 16 why are these mfs always in the woods at night??? anyway, jay is knocking on maybe brians door. jay attempts breaking and entering. jay succeeds at breaking and entering. oh damn their house is like what comes out of my ass when i eat too much mcdonalds jay i need you to get your shit together and leave immediately. i'm just saying i would know if i'm in a horror film somebody give this mans some cough medicine his coughing is freaking me out more than the spooky tall guy omfg jay don't go upstairs he went upstairs omfg oh boy blood splatters, lets go towards it! OMFG JAY TOUCHED THE SINK FULL OF BLOOD THIS DUMBASS it seems brian took pills, also this is brian's house i'm going to assume

SEE YOU

alex is nice now in entry 17 so this is when they first started. slenderman is in the background, no has noticed him yet

COME BACK

maybe alex done did suicided himself

entry 18- more of my rants about this dumbass jay. he's knocking on the door like someone's gonna answer more breaking and entering EW DON"T TOUCH THE DOLL uh oh, you know what that looks like, naked slender man doll :0 also, was that masky or am i tripping? yep, i rewinded it. holy shit, top ten anime battles aw masky dropped him off

TELL US YOU HAVE BEEN KEEPING SECRETS. SMILE FOR THE CAMERA

so jay is going insane too, great, entry 19 is starting off great. omg masky is sleeping with him, girls night!

totheark is masky's name? refuse to believe. i'm googling it rn uh uh his name is tim dumb ass

FOUND YOU

so jay is probably gone lol

stopping at entry 19.5 cus i'm tired.

#marble hornets #notes

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isthatbloodonhisshirt · 2 months ago

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Oh My god I love the PJO show! I know they tweaked a bit of the storyline but to me it was still so so good. (Keeping it vague in case you haven't seen it). And the casting was 👨‍🍳💋 (Chef's kiss, but emoji form 😂). I *think* I successfully turned my asks on now if you wanna squeal into the void with me, or rant about changes. Either is fine.

Also.... I tried sending the following story in as an ask a while ago but it got lost to the void and I originally didn't wanna retype it all, but decided to anyway for you, so enjoy the story of why my grandma had a slight beef with RR himself. (Just a warning, it's kinda long bc I don't know how to compress my ramblings, and I also don't remember how I wrote it the first time. Plus, my original submission was before I found out it was totaled and now have to make an extra $300 monthly payment bc of my recklessness. And final FYI, I'm 99% satirical when I say she has beef. I don't *think* she remembers saying this but who knows 🤷‍♀️. I'll just avoid grandma and RR in the same room to avoid the 1% chance 😂

Ok, so on Sept. 28th, 2023, I was going to the Chalice of the Gods book tour in Houston. I had to go straight from work, pick up my younger cousins, and then head to the venue which was like 15 minutes away from their house, but bc I had dealt with Houston traffic getting home we would've gotten there right after 5. OK, no problem. EXCEPT I'm a dumb-dumb who did a really stupid thing and caused a wreck right before we got there (within sight of the venue), but luckily, no injuries were caused to either party. My car ended up being totaled out a week later, and I'm assuming the other car was, too, bc their airbags deployed. I felt so horrible and guilty, and my mom had to come get us, and we ended up missing the entire presentation. (Again - my fault). We did stop by the venue, though, to try and get the "goodie bag" (signed book, shirt, and reusable bag). On the way into the venue, my mom took us to the back way bc it was at my cousin's school and she knew a shortcut. As we were getting out of the car, there was a black SUV in front of us that had just had the occupants enter, and a school officer/HPD officer was walking away back towards the building. The side windows were tinted but the brief glance I got at the front windshield looked like Rick himself, along with Becky and some other people (probably the publisher and driver and whoever else). Anyway, they were trying not to be noticed, and SO WAS I bc I was still processing the wreck and randomly crying again everytime I stopped, so I didn't try to bring attention to him or ourselves. We got in right as the presentation ended and the hallway starts filling up with people and we have to navigate to get our books and stuff. I got a hug from the bookshop employees after explaining what's happening, and then we left. We get home, and I'm talking to my grandma and mentioning about how I possibly saw the author IN HIS CAR ND she goes "well the least he could've done was given you a hug and said sorry you missed it" I was like "I don't think he noticed us" and she said "well still..." (I tried explaining that not everyone who went stayed for the presentation, some people just get the goodie bag and leave (also like the other car I hit) but that still wasn't a good reason for my grandma.

This is so oooold omgggg I am sorry orz I watched the whole show too, and casting was definitely top tier. I really like the main trio, they had really good chemistry together, and Walker has the Percy "why me?" look down soooooo well, we love that XD But all three of them were so good (and don't get me started on Hades, what a freaking legend, absolutely phenom casting on that front lol)

I will admit I was kind of miffed about some of the changes though. Like, why did Grover stay behind during the whole getting the scarf mission, except it wasn't a scarf it was Ares' shield? I don't remember. But like, we didn't learn about Annabeth's fear of spiders or see the flying shoes in action, so??? And also Annabeth peacing out early in the Underworld, why was that necessary? ;~; Idk, overall I did like it and I had fun watching it, but some changes I was kind of confused on because they felt like changes used just to split up the cast and without any real purpose. Buuuut I'm nitpicking lol.

I AM SORRYYYYYY your other ask did come through, I was just not on Tumblr for like, ever. I am sorry orz and I'm sorry your car did end up being totalled :( I had said in the other message that I hoped your car ended up being okay, but it sounds like it wasn't and I am super sorry to hear that :( Hopefully things have calmed down (a year later ahaha |D) and you're doing better since that ordeal ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

#Not TW #Blood's yakkity yaks #simpsonizer-demigod-143

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novasdarling · 1 year ago

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I went to the shops with my mom, who was dog sitting. She left me outside with the puppy that's only met me like twice. The puppy barks for my mom, stops, and continues for a couple of minutes. I'm trying to soothe it and it's not working. We're on a busy street, so I'm not too concerned about the noise as like 3 other barking dogs have walked by and 2 firetrucks in the span of 5 minutes.

Anyway, eventually, this guy comes out from an apartment that is on top of the shops and begins an argument.

Guy: "can you get your dog to stop barking."

Me: "Sorry, I've been trying, but she's not my dog. So she's not used to me, plus she's a puppy."

G: "well it doesn't look like it. Try harder."

M: "trust me, I've tried. She's waiting for my mom in the shops. She's a dog, she doesn't understand shops."

Basically, the guy begins getting mad at me telling me to move. Now, out of spite, I stayed. If he was nicer, I would have moved a few buildings down or something. But spite made me stay put. He started raising his voice.

M: "dude, you live on a busy street. Noise happens. I'll be gone in a few minutes."

G: "a busy street doesn't mean noise."

At that point, I realized he was delusional, so I turned my back to him and ignored him. Realizing he might just be looking for an argument or enjoy yelling at women. Eventually, he must have left because by the time my mom came out, he was gone.

I live near a busy street but not on one. I'm used to loud noises, Kids, dogs, and people in their car blasting music while they wait for the person they're picking up. It's the noise of the city. Also, this all happened, like soon after noon, so it's not too early and not late.

Sorry, it's a bit of a rant. I was taught to always be overly nice, so it was a shock when he was rude from the start. Like, come on, it's a puppy who is stressed and can't come into the shops. When I was a kid, I was terrified of loud noises(i.e., fireworks) so when my neighbours had parties or set of fireworks. My mom just took me into the basement cause in her mind, they have just as much rights to do those things as anyone else. Why should she try to stop it?

Has anyone else had issues like this?

#i was like wtf #it confuses me when people are rude off the bat

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nix-is-sad · 3 months ago

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little rant or something idk nothing bad just me complaining about my weak ass knees

okay so uhhhh I was at the store with my dad earlier and he was looking for some kind of medicine I think?? I half-jokingly pointed out the canes and he was like "you don't need one of those, you can walk just fine" even though like 5 minutes prior I mentioned how my knees were starting to hurt. After that I was pretty annoyed because my knees weren't exactly hurting but they felt really weird and I was having trouble balancing. Funnily enough, I was actually walking faster than my dad despite this, although I think that's because I was just in a rush to get out of there so I can sit in the car lol. Anyway, we were then at the self-checkout and I was holding onto the shopping cart to keep myself steady because I felt like I was gonna fall over. Also felt a bit dizzy but I think that's because my dad and I went as soon as the store opened and I was running on 0 sleep. Got back to the car and I was fine. My knees are in a constant state of feeling weird though.

I'm also getting a brain scan or something next month (literally on halloween) to see what might be causing my balance issues and headaches. The only things I really know about what's wrong with my knees is that my right knee goes out of place when I straighten it (forgot what it was called but it had some complicated name), and they're really weak. Used to have knock knees but I got two surgeries to fix that (one to put plates in, and another to take them out.) Now that I think about it, the surgeries might be what caused the problems because I don't remember having any problems with them beforehand other than the knock knees. Idkkkk Also my parents mostly blame my issues on the fact I'm out of shape. Which- fair, I probably should exercise more, but I think it's more than that.

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deathssunshine · 2 years ago

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*Jumin Han and Victor Li cross over Head Cannon*

🤍A cross over of Jumin (mystic messenger) and Victor (Mr love queen's choice)🤍

~Description: I never really saw any fan fics out there of victor and jumin crossing over. I think they would be good friends in all honesty.~

Warning: bad language, two idiots being two idiots, jumin driving 😟 and victor almost dying several times. I tried to be serious for four dot points but ended up failing on the fifth, my shit taste in humor I'm sorry if the jokes are that bad 😭, SOME INFORMATION IS PROBABLY WRONG LMAO

Genre: man I love guys tits, I'm just bored

Word count:

Game: mystic messenger, Mr love queen choice

Pairings: no pairing just them being best friends

Character: Jumin Han and Victor Li

*Victor Li and Jumin Han cross over*

When they first meet it's for business reasons. Let's just say their fathers used to be good friends in university and haven't seen each other since then. They met at LFG for the first time and instantly knew they would get along. They shook hands and introduced themselves "I'm victor Li" "nice to meet you I'm Jumin Han".

From there they would go out to souvenir to get to know each other on the request of their fathers.

Earlier that day victor had made croissants that were still in the oven by the time he got back. He pulled them out of the oven and smiled at how good they looked. He then cut the croissants in half and put the best ham and cheese around and put it between the croissants. He brought the plates out to jumin and asked Mr mills to bring the coffee he had made.

They talked for a bit and jumin really admired victors cooking.

Jumin then went into a 30 minute rant about his cat Elizabeth the third.

"She sheds 3 to 28 strands of fur a minute" Jumin says proudly as he was showing victor shakey images of Elly. "... Why would you even count that? And why are you talking about her as if she is your daughter?" Victor would respond looking at the man as if he were insane. "Well first off, because she's my daughter and second of all, because she's my daught-... That reminds me of a conversation I had awhile ago about making scarves out of cat hair" "fucking what" "I should start looking into that again" "please shut up"

Jumin would then offer to drive (😟) victor somewhere, claiming he saw a nice place in the way to LFG. He would use the car driver Kim was using which was a loan and is great for city roads. At first it wasn't so bad, just a little rusty but not too bad for victor to worry over it. But then he takes a detour and drives off road onto a nature path somehow not crashing the car as he turns on the radio for it to be on a highosh volume where they have to raise their voice for each other to hear. Victor clings on for dear life starting to worry "How did you get your licence!" Victor yells as he thinks of any possible ways to get out. "Oh! It expired actually! Around I don't know.. 2 or 5 years ago?!" "WHAT" Jumin smiles as he turns the radio up even higher. The song playing is free bird specifically the "free bird yeah*guitar solo*" part which is at the very end of the song.

As the guitar solo plays jumin ends up driving off the cliff and they both end up in hospital 🤍

After recovering the two hang out again at the penthouse jumin is staying at. "I don't know anymore victor.. it just feels loose?" Jumin says standing in front of Victor, in only a bathrobe. "Why would your dick feel loose? It's not like it's screwed in. Are you missing a nut or something?" Victor says with a cocky grin. "Maybe.." he says. A nut and screw falls onto the floor then metal dick falls and all they can hear is the metal pipe sound. A rocket then shoots out of the tip and into victor sending him back to the hospital.

They become best friends and victor has this bathroom where they can shit AND arm wrestle at the same time!

How sweet is that!

Their cats would definitely be good friends too. Maybe they might fall in love.

"are you gay?" "Fuck you victor."

Lol thanks for reading -etchartfan

#Spotify #mlqc #mlqc victor #mr love queen choice #mr love queen choice victor #mr love victor #anime #mystic messeger headcanon #mystic messager #jumin fanfic #juminmysticmessenger #mysme #mysme jumin #does jumin han is gay #metal pipe #free bird yeah *guitar solo*

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imafivestarkpopstan · 2 years ago

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STRAY KIDS X SISTER READER REACTION

Gonna use the names Hailey and Lewis. For Chan's siblings

CHAN :

"Draw a moustache on her face." She snorted and used a filter to apply a moustache, then put it on her story. Right when she posted, you opened your eyes blearily and reached for your sister.

"Hailey, carry me."

"You're 15, ya'know."

"So? Channie still carries me." You peered innocently at Chan, who made a face.

"You didn't give me a choice did you?" He snarked. "You threw a whole tantrum."

"Shut it."

MINHO :

"Happy birthday Oppa." You shouted, barging into his room once Changbin let you in. "Guess what your present is?"

"You?" Minho asked in surprise, fighting back a laugh. "This is the worst idea you've come up with, by the way."

"Actually, it's great. More for me to blackmail you with." He said, quickly snapping a photo before you could react. "Great present."

CHANGBIN :

Changbin was a little bit hesitant to let the boys meet you, as you were too precious for them to break your innocence.

Not that you were innocent. He just thought you were.

You had a boyfriend, Jungwon from Enhyphen, and you'd done nothing more than make out, but to your brother, that was blasphemy.

"Oppa, I have a boyfriend." You said bravely, sitting in front of him. He'd finally allowed the boys to meet you, and immediately it was like having 7 more brothers.

"Oh heck no." Changbin said, shooting up. "Where is he? Imma kill that boy."

"Bin, calm down." Chan instructed. "Sorry, Y/N."

"I'm used to it." Y/N replied, smiling. "It's not like I didn't bite his ex girlfriend."

"You what?" Felix burd tout laughing, imagining the petite girl biting someone.

"It bled pretty badly, do I'd say it made an impression." Y/N said, looking proud at what she'd just revealed.

HYUNJIN :

"Foods here!" You called, and Hyunjin immediately got up.

"Did you get samgyeopsal?"

"Of course I did." You said offendedly. "You think I'd forget the family favourite?"

Your parents just sighed and shook their heads, knowing you could bicker for hours, ignoring everything else.

"Whatever, let's eat." He scowled, pushing you. You glared and pushed him back, resulting in a mini WWE match in the living room.

"And Y/N emerges as the winner!" You cried victoriously, fist pumping.

JISUNG:

The other should whine and complain that you always accepted Jisungs affection while yo u rejected them. So began the whole thing of Jisung being rejected.

"Not now." You said, slapping his arm away when it tried to go over ryour shoulders. "Oppa let go."

"My baby sis doesn't love me!" Jisung cried dramatically, falling to the floor.

"Big baby." You muttered dragging him off the floor. "Do it again and I'll tell mom about the broken vase at home."

"No!" Jisung said. "I'm sorry!"

The others just laughed at the hold Y/N held over Jisung.

FELIX :

Again Olive (Olivia) Riesa (Rachel)

Like on Chan's reaction, you were his youngest sibling. Now 17, you were doing your high school exams and stressing over everything.

"Relax, nothing bads going to happen." Felix said, patting your shoulder. "It's going to be fine."

"No, I'm this close to failing and Madam Xi said she'd fail me for the rest of the year if I falimed this test."

"I think you got it in the bag though." Fix said. "Olive did. And Riesa."

"Thanks." You said. "But I still have three days to do this. So please can I study."

"Fine."

SEUNGMIN :

"Ready, punk?"

"I mean, if we get lost-" Seungmin started, but a glare from you shut him up. "Nah, we won't."

"Good."

As the sun set, you and your brother made your way back to the shore and got everything out of the boat. Returning it, you realosed that you never really told your brother you loved him.

"Oppa."

"Hm?"

"I love you"

"I love you too."

JEONGIN :

"Yah! Yang Jeongin!"

"What?"

"Why is there a batman figurine in my drawer?"

"Uhh..." Oops, he got caught and now you were in a towering rage.

"Tell me now!"

"I snuck into your room."

"You went into my room! Moommmm Oppa went into my room!"

"Yah! Yang Jeongin!" His mother shouted. "Don't go into your sisters room!"

"Okay, fine!" Jeongin hollered back, smugly smirking at his younger sister, who scoffed and locked her door.

#skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagine #stray kids x sister reader #jeongin x reader #seungmin x reader #felix x reader #Jisung x reader #hyunjin x reader #changbin x reader #minho x reader #skz x female reader #chan x reader #bang chan #yang jeongin

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timeoverload · 3 months ago

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This week was pretty bad. I have been up to my eyeballs in work. The busy season is starting, although it never really ended for me. I am always busy. Nothing that exciting has happened.

Today sucked so much. I had 31 cases and it was a shit show. The girl that helps me sometimes on Thursdays wasn't there so I did everything on my own. I was so hangry this morning and I really wanted breakfast. I told the morning team lead that I was hungry but he refused to help me. He was already in decontam and he was training the new guy. The new guy already knows how to do most things by himself so I don't know why the morning team lead had to stand there and micromanage everything he was doing. I don't know why he couldn't take 10 minutes to wash pans while he was already back there. I don't know why I wasted my time training him when he rarely helps me with anything. I helped him with priorities before my cases started but I guess that doesn't matter. I tell him I'm stressed and he doesn't care. I got frustrated around 9:15 and I just went and got food. I didn't care if I got behind at that point. I got back and I had 6 pans piled up. I was only gone for 10 minutes. The morning team lead decided to stay in decontam all morning and he took another person's shift. I think it's because he didn't want to train anymore, even though that's his job. He pushed off that responsibility on to other people who aren't certified or preceptors. They aren't getting paid to do that so it made me mad that he did that to them. He also wouldn't shut up or stop ranting about how he thinks the techs are morons. He is just so fucking mean to people for stupid reasons. I had to be stuck in the same room with him from 7am to 11:30. It's torture.

One of the doctors bought us lunch today. We got pizza which was cool. I was a little confused because they didn't ask us what kind we wanted. I wasn't thrilled about the options because I didn't like any of them. I don't want to sound ungrateful because I did appreciate them getting us food. I still had some anyway and it wasn't bad. I had to pick off the mushrooms. I guess I am picky and it's frustrating. I don't want to be like that. I have problems with certain textures and flavors. I am just glad I ate a lot today because I don't think I would have made it otherwise.

I didn't take a full lunch break because I had so much shit to do. The afternoon was very chaotic for everyone. The doctor that was working this morning started a specialty case at 11am and didn't get it done until 2pm. That is unusual for him because he's so fast most of the time. It did not go well and there were a lot of problems. It looked really bad so I really hope it was successful. They used so much stuff for that so I got even more behind. I didn't think I was going to get off on time since the doctor working in the afternoon had 8 cases and the last one was a specialty case. He does that every Thursday now and it drives me nuts because he takes forever. He uses so much stuff. I was happy that he got done at 4:30. I didn't get out of there until 5:15 but I guess it could have been worse.

I am glad I am home. I am so tired. It has been a long week. I think the only good thing that happened was that my dad was able to fix my car last night. It needed a new battery. I appreciate that he helps me with stuff like that.

I am still depressed, but I feel better than I did this morning. I know things will get better eventually. I don't want to keep saying that because I want it now. I'm going to try my best to be in a good mood this weekend.

I hope everyone else has a good weekend too. 💖💖💖

Maxwell, I'm not sure what you mean when you say you can't imagine a future with you in it. I know you will be in my future. I have had many visions and dreams over the years. I have had what I describe as "prophetic" dreams about you and a lot of them have come true already. I knew I was going to meet you since I was little. I don't know how to describe that but I remember it well. When I met you, I felt different than how I feel when I meet other people. I felt like I already knew you before. It was shocking. There is something supernatural about our connection. My dreams and visions have helped me navigate through this experience. I already know we are going to get married and have a family. I've seen us walking on the beach and in the mountains together. I have dreamed about holding your hand. I have seen you smiling and happy. I know it is going to happen. I'm not sure how but I know it will. I know this is real. I think that's what is keeping me going. I will continue to stay hopeful. I promise that everything is going to be ok. I don't want you to give up. I know you will be successful and overcome what you are going through. I am here for you whenever you are ready to talk. I love you.

💖💖💖

#personal

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bykalopsia · 5 months ago

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faiz episodes 11-20 notes

i had a whole rant written out about mari's age in here since this batch of episodes drops a whole bunch of Skeevy Romance Plots That Really Didn't Have To Be Skeevy but i deleted it bc it was A Lot and i don't think it's anything that hasn't been said eight billion times already so there. i'm just acknowledging it now. it just sucks because in a normal situation i'd be very much up for it bluhhhhhhhhhhh (i'm cutting myself off. no more ranting!!!!)

i can't help but wonder what my reaction to kusaka would be if i did not have The Stuff Everyone Knows About Kusaka lingering in the back of my brain. bc i don't know if my endeared "oh look at this asshole" reaction is because i Know or not. but so far i'm at the very least enjoying him bc he's making takumi act like a bitch and bitch takumi is my favorite takumi so yayyyyyyy. tldr i love antagonistic fake bitches!!!!

the fact that yuka is the most violent of the orphnoch trio is intensely funny to me. 1) because yuji keeps monologuing to her about not hurting people and she keeps going :] yep. that's definitely what's going on over here! 2) kaido talks the most game but literally hasn't done anything ever

also yuji's obliviousness is getting increasingly funny both re: yuka killing people (which tbf he has no real way of knowing about it's just funny) and. well. he kind of just bungles all of his interactions with yuka it's just amusing to me.

not-hojo's haircut seems to get less flattering by the appearance. fascinating. extremely funny that one of his attacks is just POETRY BLAST. extremely unserious show. anyways he's way more competent than i was expecting i really thought he'd be outta here by the time this set of episodes was over.

increasingly becoming more and more enamored with takumi. like yes he's pissing me off bc he's terrible at communicating but he's also wallowing in his own misery which is lovely. also his hair has been looking really great. (i wrote this and then immediately in ep 20 it looks perhaps the most jank its ever looked)

btw i keep doing the thing where i'm like "i'm gonna take my notes concurrently this time so i don't lose all my funny thoughts" and then i go watch 5 episodes on my tv where i can't be writing shit down. so i've lost all my funny thoughts. but rest assured i am cracking myself up on my couch between the hours of midnight and 2 am.

for the minutes in between episodes 14 and 15 where takumi and yuji were both in the river i thought they were going to somehow bump into each other and i nearly made myself cry laughing

also takumi and yuka are making me want to bite chunks out of my television. oughjafjhgfjgkgjjgf pain pain pain pain suffering

everybody point and laugh at kusaka's mandatory sidecar

the idea that yuji still thinks that faiz is being used by a smart brain agent is interesting

also. these episodes have a critical lack of smart lady. where is she!!!!!! :[

i feel like no one in this show gives a fuck about collateral damage. if i was at this college that got attacked by monsters and once it was fine to leave i went out into the parking lot and i found out my fucking car got exploded bc takumi couldn't step around it to do his finisher i'd go crazy.

this really does bring up the question of what the public thinks about faiz. though tbh it seems like orphnochs have some sort of quality that impacts people's memory of them and they fight generally in secluded places so idt it's all that well known (+ the police are actively covering the whole thing up) but like. they're exploding shit and knocking chunks out of parking garage beams surely someone's got an idea about faiz. he's got a flying fucking attack bot for christ's sake. kusaka just sent a fuck ton of missiles into a completely public area. huh???? (this is not legitimate pedantry going on here i'm riffing bc it's funny but if they actually address this i'd die laughing)

kaido seems to have been downgraded to being a sleaze / jokey character but ultimately this is Fine. Whatever. i'll just ogle him without any seeds of Investment forming it's Fine.

anyway my curiosities for the next batch of episodes are: 1) we still do not know wtf is going on with the underground school???? are those guys just dead now???? 2) what bizarre cult shit was going on with the ryusei academy stuff / how do they relate to what smart brain is doing now 3) i know delta is showing up next ep so i'm curious about that (EDIT: it was not delta i'm maybe an idiot and forgot takumi could get other forms) 4) i need to dissect yuji's brain or something man i feel like i Still don't have a handle on him

#kalo watches faiz #half this shit is out of order (again) bc i wrote it both retrospectively [i started writing at ep 13] and concurrently.#so it's stream of consciousness. idk man #and then went retrospective again bc i watched half of this on my tv not my laptop #which is not conducive to notetaking #idk why my system is like this it is not intuitive at all

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marmee413 · 8 months ago

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Another minute and today's my Birthday

Yesterday I ranted about the school district. Today, I’m sad. I surveyed the students in my classes this morning, and only 5% of them found any -ANY-value in high school.

I’m sitting in a class where it’s obvious the teacher cares, who assigns assignments to encourage students to think about their subject matter. Seniors care a little, Juniors, too. Freshmen? They see high school as a complete waste of time. Maybe that’s just because they are, well, freshmen.

There are so many confounding variables.

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Just finished Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury.

What a read. I read it before. I was young and couldn’t completely comprehend the depth of his words. I know it impacted me, though. I read everything I could get my eyes on.

After finishing the book today, I became despondent. Have I done enough to be remembered? Have I become one of the people of the city who only wanted fun and to laugh (not bad things to want), live as shallowly as the people around me, only concerned with hair and appearances as well as nail polish, and the car they drive? Have I lost my depth of thought?

Am I a calamity howler? Do I still think too much?

I’m sickened that I don’t remember things. Events, thoughts, things I’ve read that I thought were important to know. I’m ashamed I don’t have a bucket of knowledge to ladle from in order to help others, especially my children, have a wise and good life.

I’ve lost the quote that shot me. A man’s grandfather died. He lamented not the loss of his grandfather the person so much, but the man’s things he did. “...he was a sculptor. He was also a very kind man who had a lot of love to give the world…made toys, did a million things in his lifetime, he was always busy with his hands. …when he died…he would never carve another piece of wood, or help us raise doves and pigeons in the backyard, or play the violin, or tell us jokes the way he did. …when he died…there was no one to do [the things] just the way he did.”

The grandson went on to say how his grandfather was important; “The world was bankrupt of ten million fine actions the night he passed on.”

The grandfather had said “Everyone must leave something behind when he dies. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched in some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die/ And when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there.”

It doesn’t matter what it is, as long as your work changes it into something different from what it was before you touched it. [paraphrased} It has to be something you have touched.

“Stuff your eyes with wonder. Live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made of paid for in factories. Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal and if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping life away. To hell with that, shake the tree and knock the great sloth down on his ass.”

After reading this, I felt a total failure. It hit me so hard, I believe it is the basis for my continuing depression. What have I done for anyone? Do I have a legacy? I can’t find a positive slant to give this feeling. And it has to come from within. My friends can’t say, “Well, you’re good for [blah blah blah].

In my shallow head, I thought maybe I just wasn’t getting enough sleep. But I have, and I’ve been drinking enough water. These are two of my triggers, dehydration and lack of sleep.

Not sure what I will do with myself.

#health #depression #fahrenheit 451

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jeremy-ken-anderson · 1 year ago

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Preserving

Reposting this, 19 years on, because who knows how long LJ will be around and besides that Tumblr's a lot more searchable.

This was presented at a poetry slam kind of event at Emory University and I remembered it word-for-word in its entirety and wrote it down when I got home. You know, just in case I wouldn't remember it word-for-word forever. And also to share with people who were reading my LJ.

(Best imagined walking about ranting with a cigarette in one hand, lit or not)

Who wants to hear a story?

Once upon a time there was a man who loved making people laugh, but loved making them think more. He went from township to township, spreading his words to any who would hear, but for every person who took his words to light, it seemed like there were ten who screamed hellfire and damnation in his wake. For years he did this, with no reward other than a demon in his belly, until the day came when he performed for the greatest man in the greatest city in the world. And when he was done, the rich men came to him and said, “Sorry, your material does not meet with our standards.” And the man who wanted to make people laugh laid down and died.

All the merrymakers are dead.

Once upon a time there was a man who loved to make music, and said to the people of every nation, "All you need is love." "Give Peace a chance." "Imagine all the people." And he was shot in the chest and his life's blood still stains the streets, if you look close enough.

All the magicians are dead.

Once upon a time, there were men who said, "Ask not what your country can do for you" and "I have a Dream" and "You must be the change you wish to see in the world," and their brains splattered the walls and the cars and the people around them, and there was wailing and gnashing of teeth.

All the dreamers are dead.

Once upon a time, there was a man who came from the stars and did only good, and when the time came the crowd shouted, “Give us Barrabbas!” and he died twitching on a stick and whether he ever came back or not, his shit hit the ground just the same.

The world is wrong. The world is wrong. The world is wrong. This is my mantra, my koan, my psalm, my sermon, my Word. The world is wrong. But it doesn't have to be.

Dream. Scream. When we wake, do we cry out in terror at what we see in our heads or in anguish at leaving it behind?

Dream. Scream. Universal and personal salvation at 60 words a minute, 75 if it's a good day. The crucified prophets are screaming in your head, so drill a hole and let them out, get some fresh air in there.

Dream. Scream. Ink and pulp and aortic blood and pineal juice and lightning and chemicals on the racks for $24.95, less if you're a member, and if you're good enough, and if you're smart enough, and if you're lucky enough, somewhere in America the virus slips off the page and through the pores and straight on up to the brain and things change. Let there be light, preferably 60 watt nonflourescent because it's bright enough to read by but doesn't damage the eyes.

Dream. Scream. Ten years old, twelve midnight, Mom and Dad are watching Leno but he's under the covers with a cheap flashlight running on eight-year-old rechargable batteries and he can barely make out his bowl of oversugared cereal in the morning but who cares he's having the time of his life and it's YOU he's got to thank. You're in his head in high-definition 5-channel stereo, and if he learns not to listen to the world you'll stay there until he's thirty-five and still carrying the dog-eared pages around in his briefcase because the glue gave out halfway through college, and he's sitting in the office listening to cost-effectiveness and take a look at our research and how it's always been done and says: STOP. It's time to try something new. And you're long dead but six feet down somewhere in America the worms feel an inexplicable rush of giddiness, and worms can't grin but damned if they don't anyway.

Who wants to hear a story?

Once upon a time, there was a boy who had things in his head, and looked at the things and looked at the world and decided he liked the things better, so he put them down on paper so everyone else could see them and like them better too.

Once upon a time there was me, and there was you, and you and you and him and her and them and us and WE MADE IT BETTER. The world got them but it didn’t get us, so it didn’t really get them either, and the devil sits in Hell wondering where the Here everybody went, and They All Lived Happily Ever After, and there WAS much rejoicing, Hallelujah, Praise the Lord, yes, yes, it SHALL be so!

Go in peace. Come and see. Dream. Scream.

-Michael Pullman

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nellyharrison · 2 years ago

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come along, CH. 5

aka my rewrite of season 3A of Teen Wolf based on the question: what if Erica was best friends with Scott and Stiles from the beginning?

Erica returns to school where the alpha twins stir up trouble for her pack. Stiles tries to figure out the latest slew of sacrifices as they are being discovered. Derek kicks Isaac and Erica out of his building.

CHAPTER FIVE - UNLEASHED, PART TWO (click to read on AO3)

[text from: Superman] Something weird just happened at work.

[text from: Catwoman] Define “weird”.

[text from: Superman] After finishing treating a patient, he and his owner left, but not even five minutes later, I heard the dog barking outside. His owner was gone.

[text from: Batman] Like he left his dog or..?

[text from: Superman] I don’t know. His car was still there, so I’m not sure where he would have gone.

[text from: Catwoman] Derek said people were going missing and popping up dead. Do you think this is related?

[text from: Batman] Did he look like he was a virgin?

[text from: Superman] Dude.

[text from: Catwoman] What? What does him being a virgin have to do with it?

[text from: Batman] The three people that have been sacrificed so far were virgins.

[text from: Superman] We don’t know that he’s dead! He’s just missing.

[text from: Catwoman] And there’s no reason to assume that whoever is sacrificing people would only need to sacrifice virgins.

[text from: Batman] Since when did you become an expert on human sacrifices?

[text from: Catwoman] It’s called common sense, Stiles, but I understand if that would be a new concept for you.

[text from: Batman] Hardy har har. You’re hilarious.

[text from: Catwoman] I try :P

[text from: Superman] If you guys are going to flirt, you can at least do it out of the group message.

[text from: Catwoman] What crawled up your butt?

[text from: Superman] Busy shift at work. Distract me. How’d things go today?

[text from: Catwoman] Boyd and I are officially no longer missing. They all bought our story.

[text from: Batman] Which one did you guys end up going with?

[text from: Catwoman] Boyd’s car broke down, and he got lost in the woods on his way home. I got worried and went looking for him. Once I found him, it took us a while to make our way back.

[text from: Superman] If I didn’t know the truth, I’d believe it.

[text from: Batman] Does this mean you’ll be at school tomorrow?

[text from: Catwoman] Yes it does. I’ve already reached out to Coach Finstock about being his assistant coach this season and we’re meeting tomorrow before school.

[text from: Batman] Can I drive you?

[text from: Catwoman] Derek said he wanted to drive me so he could check on that teacher, but you could drive me home, if you want.

[text from: Batman] Yeah, I want to. I really want to. Maybe we could go get some curly fries or see if there’s anything new at the comic book store.

[text from: Catwoman] That would be nice :)

[text from: Superman] Still at work here, so I’m turning off my phone. See you at school.

Stepping back into Beacon Hills High School felt like stepping back into herself again. Erica felt her confidence return as she walked through the halls to Coach’s office. As he discussed the different responsibilities she would have as his assistant coach, she could hear Scott an dStiles in the locker room talking about what had happened to Scott at work. She had to stifle a laugh at Stiles’s fixation on the possibility that virgins were still being sacrificed, her eyes widening at the rant that followed. Danny’s offer did have her laughing out loud, and she had to make up a lie about how what Coach had said reminded her of a joke she heard recently to get rid of the confused look on his face.

Once Coach agreed to her taking on the job, they shook hands and she joined Isaac, Jackson, Scott, and Stiles outside as the lacrosse team made their way to the cross-country course for their cardio of the day. She was talking to Stiles as he stretched beside her when she sensed a familiar presence behind her. Scott noticed her face drop and turned with her to see the alpha twins standing beside Coach. Coach Finstock announced that they would be joining the team on a probationary basis and instructed them to line up with the rest of the team. Erica’s breath stalled when Aiden’s eyes met hers as they passed and hovered behind Isaac at the start line. Watching the exchange, Scott moved towards Isaac to check in with him. Hearing Isaac’s realization had Erica and Jackson jumping into action, rushing towards their packmate.

“Isaac, don’t do this,” Erica insisted, grabbing at his arm.

“They’re with the alpha pack,” Isaac told them, pulling his hand from her grasp. “They killed you.”

“Isaac!” Jackson called when he took off again. “I got him,” he assured Erica before rushing after him.

Scott and Erica followed right behind them, leaving Stiles to follow with the rest of the lacrosse team. By the time they reached Isaac, he was being held down by the alpha twins, the two brothers threatening the lone beta. Before they could hurt him, Jackson was attacking. Erica wasn’t strong enough to fight yet, still healing from being dead, but even without her, the alpha twins were outnumbered. In the end, it didn’t matter, because before any of them could do more than bare their fangs and claws, there was a scream nearby. They rushed to where it had originated, shocked to find a bloodied corpse lashed against a tree.

The team surrounded the crime scene before the sheriff’s department showed up and started to usher the crowd away. Stiles pointed out the similarities between this victim and the other three, but the Sheriff told him to get back to school and requested assistance from Coach Finstock. In true Coach fashion, he made a faux-pas regarding the victim that was interrupted by the victim’s girlfriend screaming his name as she arrived on the scene. The Sheriff insisted again that Stiles and the pack leave, and on their way down the hill, they noticed the alpha twins’ reaction to Kyle’s body.

“You see the way the twins looked at him?” Isaac pointed out.

“Yeah, you mean like they had no idea what happened?” Stiles mused.

“No, no, they knew,” Isaac insisted.

“That’s not how it looked to me,” Erica disagreed.

“The kid was strangled with a garrote, alright?” Stiles reminded him. “Am I the only one recognizing the lack of ‘werewolfitude’ in these murders?”

“Oh, you think it’s a coincidence they turn up and then people start dying?” Isaac questioned.

“Well, no, but I still don’t think it’s them,” Stiles stated.

“If it’s not them, then who is it?” Jackson wondered, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked back at the alpha twins.

“Scott?” Isaac asked, jarring Scott, who had been deep in thought.

“How ‘bout you?” Stiles prompted, wondering where he stood on the matter.

“I don’t know yet,” Scott admitted, and Erica found a smile tugging at her lips at his honesty.

“You don’t know yet?” Stiles said, squinting at him.

“Well, he’s got a point,” Scott told him, gesturing to Isaac. “Seriously, dude, human sacrifices?”

“Wait, that’s the part you don’t believe?” Erica clarified.

“Scott, your eyes turn into yellow glow sticks, okay?” Stiles reminded him. “Hair literally grows from your cheeks and then will immediately disappear. And if I were to stab you right now, it would just magically heal. Our best friend literally just came back from the dead, but you’re telling me that you’re having trouble grasping human sacrifices?”

Scott sighed, meeting Erica’s eyes before looking over at Isaac. “That’s a good point too.”

“I really don’t like it when I agree with Stilinski,” Jackson grumbled.

“I don’t care,” Isaac snapped. “Alright, they killed that kid, they killed the girl that saved me. And I’m gonna kill them too.” He stalked off, away from the alpha twins, which was the only reason they let him go.

After getting dressed for the rest of their school day, Erica rushed out to find Isaac, meeting up with him outside of the locker room before they set off for Chemistry. “I know you’re angry, and you have every right to be,” she told him. “But we can’t make any play against the twins without Derek’s permission.”

“You think he wouldn’t tell me to do everything I could to get back at them for what they’ve done to us?” he questioned.

“I think he would want us to wait for us to be at an advantage so we don’t get ourselves killed,” she shook her head.

“They already killed you, Erica,” he stated. “That’s reason enough for me.”

“Isaac,” she sighed, but he stormed into the class and chose a seat next to someone by the front, leaving her to sit behind him. She looked over when Scott sat beside her, her brows raising before he nodded towards Isaac. She glanced down, shaking her head in a silent way of expressing he was still determined to fight the twins. Scott pursed his lips, exhaled through his nose, then faced Isaac’s back.

“They’re here for a reason,” Scott said, his voice quiet enough that only the werewolves could hear him. “Give us a chance to figure it out before you do anything. Okay?” Isaac remained facing forward, his shoulders tense as anger rolled off of him in waves. “Isaac.”

“Fighting them here, just because you’re angry, isn’t the answer, Isaac,” Erica insisted. “You know we’re right.”

Instead of replying to either of them, Isaac spoke up to ask Mr. Harris if he could go to the bathroom. Scott tried to go to the bathroom as well, Erica stiffening in her seat when Isaac left the class alone. Scott continued trying to get Mr. Harris to let him go to the bathroom, but Erica focused on the sounds outside of the classroom. She inhaled when she heard the first punch, but she could tell from Isaac’s steady heartbeat that it wasn’t him involved in the fight.

“Something’s happening,” she whispered to Scott when he sat back down beside her.

A heavy thud outside had Mr. Harris rushing outside, Scott and Erica right behind him. Isaac was standing in the middle of the hall with Ethan at his feet, covered in blood. Hearing footsteps leaving, Erica looked past Isaac to see Aiden disappear around the corner at the end of the hall. She sighed, rubbing her forehead as Danny rushed to check on Ethan and Mr. Harris demanded to know what happened. Ethan’s story looked like the only explanation, so Mr. Harris gave Isaac lunchtime detention and ordered them all to get back into the classroom. As Danny walked with Ethan to the nurse, the wounded alpha turned back and smirked at the three wolves remaining in the hallway.

“Don’t say ‘I told you so’,” Isaac requested, sighing through his nose.

“I wasn’t going to say that,” Erica told him, crossing her arms over her chest. “I was going to say that you should never question me again because I’m always right.”

“That’s the same thing, Erica,” Isaac complained, leading the trio back inside while Scott chuckled behind him, both boys missing the proud smirk Erica sported.

Erica and Isaac had to go to their lockers once Chemistry was over, but luckily, they were in the same hallway. Scott stayed with Isaac, trying to offer him some comfort over his detention.

“If all they want right now is to piss you off, then don’t give in,” Scott encouraged. “They’re just trying to get to you.”

Isaac’s attention shifted down the hall, his jaw clenching before he stated, “It’s not just me.” Scott turned to see what he was talking about, his hands clenching at his sides when he saw Aiden leaning against the lockers next to Erica.

“I don’t even care how it happened, I’m just glad you’re back,” he whispered, saccharin sweetness dripping from every word.

“You’re wasting your breath, Aiden,” Erica warned the alpha, putting her final book into her bag before slamming her locker closed and settling against it.

“You can tell if I’m lying,” Aiden reminded her, placing his hand against the cool metal by her head as he leaned towards her. “I didn’t know Kali was going to kill you.”

“Like you would have tried to stop her if you had?” Erica scoffed. “Get lost.”

“Have it your way,” Aiden accepted, frowning before walking past her. Once she couldn’t see his face, he looked up, met Scott’s eyes, and smirked.

Scott could feel Isaac watching his reaction, but he didn’t turn as he asked, “What?”

“Now they’re getting to you,” Isaac pointed out before leaving for his next class.

When lunchtime came around, Isaac and Allison found themselves in detention. Stiles had skipped his classes to try to get information about Kyle, but after getting reprimanded by his dad for harassing Kyle’s girlfriend, he decided to look for answers elsewhere. He ended up at Kyle’s locker, where a memorial had been set up by classmates. As he was looking over the mementos and messages left, Boyd and Erica arrived arm-in-arm. She stood beside Stiles as Boyd stepped forward to leave a Junior ROTC badge and card as his own goodbye.

“Hey guys,” Stiles greeted. “How’s your first day back going?”

“Well, mine started with a dead body, so it could be better,” Erica commented.

“And that dead body was my friend,” Boyd added, nodding slowly. “Off to a great start.”

“I would say it’ll get better, but I don’t really want to lie to either of you,” Stiles confessed, frowning slightly.

“What have you been up to?” Erica decided to change subjects. “I didn’t see you in Chemistry.”

“I’m trying to find a connection between Kyle and the other victims,” Stiles explained. “I talked to his girlfriend, and, uh, he wasn’t a virgin.”

“You asked Ashley if they’d had sex?” Boyd asked, his mouth open slightly as he squinted in disbelief.

“Stiles!” Erica scolded.

“It was the only connection we had so far!” Stiles exclaimed. “I got slapped for it, so you can save it, alright? The point is, I can’t find anything that connects him to the other victims, and the FBI are here thinking there’s a serial killer running around Beacon Hills.”

“There could be a serial killer running around Beacon Hills,” Erica pointed out. “Maybe it’s less about connecting Kyle to the victims and more about connecting other people to Kyle. What if Kyle’s the first of a new round of sacrifices?”

“So three virgins, and three… what?” Boyd wondered. “What about Kyle made him worth sacrificing?”

“What else have you learned about Kyle?” Erica asked Stiles.

“Uh, he- he’s not a virgin,” Stiles began. “He’s in the Junior ROTC, I guess. Oh! He has a little dog.”

“I can check in with the rest of the Junior ROTC,” Boyd suggested. “See if everyone’s okay.”

“That’s good,” Erica nodded. “Now, who do we know that has a little dog?”

“Lydia,” Stiles stated, his eyes widening slightly before he was taking off down the hall.

“That’s the guy you’ve been in love with your whole life?” Boyd questioned, earning a smack on his chest from Erica. “What? He’s kind of a dork.”

“I like them dorky,” she muttered, fighting a smile. Her smile dropped when she heard something, her hand gripping Boyd’s wrist to keep him from leaving. Her eyes closed as she focused on the screams, then snapped back open when she realized who was yelling for help. “Isaac’s in trouble.”

Isaac had been determined to be on his best behavior when he got detention. He wasn’t thrilled about being paired up with Allison, but he supposed it was better than anyone else that had been in detention. They were assigned to restock the janitor’s closet, so they went to retrieve the extra supplies and then made their way to the closet to put the supplies away. It was a small space, so they found themselves bumping into each other quite a few times.

“Are you okay?” Allison asked when she noticed how anxious he seemed.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m just…” he trailed off. “Not a big fan of small spaces.”

“Can I ask you a question?” she blurted out, thinking that taking his mind off of where they were stuck for a while would help him.

“Do you have to?” he replied. The sooner they got their work done, the sooner they could leave, and that was all he really wanted.

“I guess not,” Allison laughed softly. “I’m gonna ask anyway.” She stopped what she was doing to face him, waiting until he was looking at her. “Do you know what’s going on with Erica and Scott?”

“Why? Do you still want to be with him?” Isaac questioned, glancing over at her before continuing with his restocking. “Honestly, I don’t know what’s going on with her and Scott or her and Stiles. I know how she felt about them before, but I don’t know where she stands now.”

“Do you think one of them is her mate?” she wondered.

“If it’s not one of them, it’s probably Derek,” he admitted honestly. “But what do I know? Maybe you’re her mate.”

Allison couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking her head before starting to restock as well. “Maybe you’re her mate,” she proposed.

“Nah,” Isaac shook his head. “I love Erica, and I always will, but it’s a different kind of love. She’s the one that told Derek about me, you know.”

“I figured as much,” Allison admitted.

“Even before we became pack, she was looking out for me,” he continued. “She never said as much, but she knew about my dad. On the days after a rough night with him, I’d see her in one of my early classes, and by the next one, she would leave a snack on my desk. She’d never admit it was her, but I knew.”

“She always seems to have an eye out for others, huh?” she mused. “After what happened with my mom, I told myself that I’d find a way to pay Erica back. I think I owe all of you for what I’ve done.”

“You mean stabbing me… 20 times… with knives?” Isaac teased.

“They were actually Chinese ring daggers,” Allison corrected, unable to stop her smile when Isaac glanced back at her. “Sorry.”

“Was that- was that an apology?” he replied.

“Would you accept an apology?” she countered, squinting at him slightly.

Before he could reply, the closet door slammed closed and the lights went out. Isaac rushed to the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. He started banging on it, pushing as hard as he could, but something heavy was in front of the door, blocking them in. Allison could see Isaac start to get worked up, a clear trauma response to being locked in a confined space, but all she could do was try to calm him with her words. He started knocking frantically on the door, pounding and screaming for help. Suddenly he froze, his eyes glowing gold with his claws and fangs extended as he turned towards her. He lunged at her, and she tried to fight him off as she screamed his name.

The door to the janitor’s closet burst open, and Isaac was pulled off of her and thrown onto the hallway floor by Scott. Erica and Boyd soon arrived, the former rushing to check on Allison inside the closet before turning to watch Scott roar Isaac’s name. Isaac immediately calmed down, and Erica couldn’t help but be reminded of the time Derek had done something similar the night Isaac was locked in the sheriff’s department. Allison stepped out of the closet holding her arm, and as she lowered it, she revealed the claw marks Isaac had left behind.

“I’m okay,” she assured them. “I’m fine.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t- I didn’t mean to do that,” Isaac promised them. Boyd made his way over to where he was sitting against a wall, checking to make sure he was okay while Erica and Scott tended to Allison. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not his fault,” Allison stated.

“I know,” Scott nodded. “I guess now we know they want to do more than get you angry. They want to get someone hurt.”

“So are we gonna do something?” Isaac questioned.

“Yeah,” Scott nodded, and Erica could see an idea brewing behind his eyes. “I’m gonna get them angry. Really angry.”

The plan was simple enough. Boyd had to go to class, so Scott sent Allison with Isaac to help hijack Aiden’s bike. Erica had asked why he chose Aiden’s bike when both twins had been messing with them, but he lied and claimed he didn’t have a reason. She noticed Isaac’s knowing look and hoped she would remember to ask him about it later. While Allison and Isaac were outside, Scott and Erica went to their last class with the twins. Erica’s eyes lit up as Scott pulled each bike part out of his bag and taunted them with it. Her smirk grew when Aiden glared at her, her legs crossing as she leaned back in her seat. They all turned when they heard the motorcycle revving outside, and despite Ethan’s pleas, Aiden shot from his seat and ran into the hall.

By the time they all stepped into the hallway, Isaac was waiting for them while Aiden was holding his bike and checking on it. Miss Blake came out, shocked that he had brought his motorcycle into the school, and told him that he would be suspended for such an act. Allison and Erica both laughed from their spots beside Scott and Isaac, the latter covering his mouth in feigned surprise when Aiden looked over at them. Ethan glanced their way, just in time to see Scott’s eyebrow raise in a cocky challenge.

With Aiden being sent to the principal’s office, they returned to their lessons, Ethan shooting daggers in their direction the rest of the class but leaving to find his brother without a word once the bell rang. Instead of walking with Scott and Isaac, Erica reminded them she was getting a ride with Stiles and rushed ahead to go to her locker. After switching out her last book, she pulled out her phone, only to find two unread texts from Stiles.

[text from: Batman] Hey I had to run out during my free period, but I’ll be back by the end of school.

[text from: Batman] Just got a weird call from Lydia. I’m bringing Deaton with me to investigate. Meet us in the music room.

Furrowing her brows, Erica closed her locker and made her way to the music room. Jackson was waiting with Lydia, his arm wrapped around her while Deaton listened to a mysterious recording and Stiles flitted around the room looking for evidence. “Can we get a copy of this?” Deaton requested, handing the phone back to Lydia.

“Hey, Doc, any help would be, you know, helpful,” Stiles pointed out.

“What did I miss?” Erica questioned as she stepped inside. “Nice to see you, Dr. Deaton.”

“Glad to have you back, Erica,” he replied with a grin. “We believe the music teacher was taken, for the same purpose as the others that were taken.”

“So Stiles was right about the sacrifices,” Erica sighed, glancing over at Stiles who nodded regretfully.

“Each grouping of three would have its own purpose,” Deaton explained. “Its own type of power. Virgins, healers, philosophers, warriors-”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” Stiles interrupted. “Warrior, could that also be like a soldier?”

“Absolutely,” Deaton confirmed, his brows raising emphatically.

Stiles lifted up a photo of the music teacher on his wedding day, wearing a military uniform as he held his bride. “Kyle was in ROTC with Boyd,” he added.

“That’s got to be it,” Deaton nodded. “That’s the pattern. Where’s Boyd?”

“His parents wanted him home right after school, so he’s probably already there,” Erica told them. “He was going to check in with his fellow ROTC members.”

“I’m gonna try and get him on the phone,” Stiles decided, pulling his phone out of his pocket and stepping away.

Lydia’s mouth suddenly opened as a thought hit her, and Jackson glanced over at her. “What’s up?”

“Lydia? Something wrong?” Deaton asked as well when she remained deep in thought.

“No, it was- I mean-” she stumbled, pinching her lips together to compose herself before continuing. “I just thought of someone else with a military connection.”

“Who?” Erica wondered.

“Mr. Harris,” Lydia told them. “He has the West Point honor code on his desk.”

“Is that what that is?” Jackson muttered.

“Boyd said everyone from ROTC is safe and accounted for,” Stiles told them.

“Then let’s go find Harris,” Erica suggested. She turned towards the door and started walking towards it before freezing when she heard something in the school. Someone was fighting. Not just someone. It was Scott and Isaac. “Find Harris,” she repeated before rushing from the room, ignoring their calls for her name as she ran through the halls. She managed to find them when they were splayed out on the ground, the twins standing in their superwolf form with their back to her at the end of the hall. However, she quickly disappeared back around the corner when she heard someone else’s footsteps coming towards them.

Erica, Scott, and Isaac all watched in disbelief and awe as a blind man confidently walked up to Ethan and Aiden, who changed back into their individual forms without a word. He removed the red tip of his cane to reveal a blade, which he used to cut across both of their cheeks in one swift motion. He continued down the hall, turning away from where Erica was hidden, with the twins following behind him. Only when she was sure they were gone did she leave her hiding spot and rush to their sides.

“Was that who I think it was?” Erica asked Scott, her hand covering his on the floor.

“Deucalion,” Scott confirmed. His eyes shifted from where the alphas had disappeared to their hands, then up to her as he swallowed dryly.

“Are you guys alright?” she inquired, moving her hand and standing before holding her hand out to him. He took it, and she helped him to his feet, then quickly let go of his hand and rubbed it against her jeans. She helped Isaac up next, taking the time to check him over.

“I’m fine,” Isaac brushed her off, straightening his sweater.

“I thought you were going home with Stiles?” Scott recalled.

“Change of plans,” she sighed, nodding for them to follow her before setting off for Mr. Harris’s class. Along the way, she explained what had happened with Lydia, Deaton’s confirmation and explanation of the sacrifices, and the discoveries they made in the classroom. By the time they joined Stiles, Jackson, Lydia, and Deaton, they had just discovered the writing on the tests left on Harris’s desk. Deaton was able to figure out what the letters spelled, sighing as he looked up at all of them.

“Stiles, you remember I told you ‘druid’ is the Gaelic word for ‘wise oak’?” Deaton asked, waiting for his confirmation before continuing. “If a druid went down the wrong path, the wise oak was sometimes said to have become a dark oak. There’s a Gaelic word for that as well.” He gestured to the word spelled out through the tests, “Darach.”

Knowing what they were up against was only half of the battle. Erica told the others she would tell Derek what they had learned, and Isaac joined her as Stiles drove her back to the loft. She could tell Stiles was disappointed they didn’t have the alone time he was hoping for, but she couldn’t worry about that. She definitely couldn’t worry about it when she stepped into the loft and was hit with the overwhelming smell of blood.

“Derek?” she called out, looking up when she saw Cora enter the room. “What happened?” Cora remained silent, glancing down at the ground when Derek joined them with a glass of water in his hands. “Are you okay?”

“I need you both to pack your things and leave the building,” he declared, ignoring her questions as he took a drink of water.

“What?” Erica muttered, visibly confused.

“I don’t get it,” Isaac shook his head. “Look, did something happen?”

“I don’t have to explain myself to either of you,” Derek stated. “Your alpha is telling you to go. I need you out tonight.”

Isaac scoffed, looking back at Cora as if this was some joke. “Where am I supposed to go?”

“Somewhere else,” Derek answered.

“This is my home now, Derek,” Erica reminded him. “You can’t just tell us to leave.”

“I can and I am.” He stood firm, but she could hear his heartbeat. It was steady, unwavering, but in a controlled way. He didn’t want them to know what was a lie and what was the truth. He just wanted them to believe what he was saying and follow his commands.

“Did I do something wrong, Derek?” Isaac asked.

“You’re doing something wrong by not leaving,” Derek snapped. “Just get out.”

“Derek, please,” Isaac muttered.

“Get out,” Derek said more firmly, pointing towards the door.

“Come on,” Isaac laughed, still not believing him.

“Go!” Derek shouted, throwing the glass in his direction. He had perfect aim, so the fact that it shattered above Isaac’s head was intentional, but the impact was all the same. Erica gaped at her alpha, then watched as Isaac gave him a betrayed look and stormed upstairs to pack.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Erica demanded. “How could you- After everything- Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?”

“And I’d do it again if it meant he would leave,” Derek told her, turning away and facing the windows as it began to rain. “Now get your stuff and go.”

“No,” she told him.

“Erica, I’m not asking, I’m telling you to leave,” he reminded her.

“Not without an explanation,” she insisted.

“Maybe you should just tell her,” Cora suggested.

“Stay out of this!” Derek snapped at her. He waited until she had disappeared upstairs as well, then faced Erica. “When we found your body, I promised myself that I would do whatever it took to never let something like that happen again to one of you. This is what I need to do to keep that promise.”

“But why?” she pleaded, moving towards him. “What happened that made you so afraid to keep us around?”

“Erica,” he sighed, not wanting to relive what the alpha pack had done earlier that day.

“I smelled the blood when I got here, Derek,” she told him, reaching up to place a hand on his chest. “Please, tell me.”

His eyes bore into hers, his head shaking before he covered her hand with his and gently removed it from his chest. He adjusted her hand to grip it more comfortably as he took a steady breath before he began to explain what had happened while she was at school. Her stomach twisted as he detailed the way the alpha pack had showed up unannounced, and how protecting Cora resulted in a pipe getting speared through his chest. He detailed everything Deucalion had requested, offered, and threatened, then patted her hand and let it go as he took a step back from her.

“So… They want you to kill us,” Erica concluded. “All of us.”

“Eventually,” Derek confirmed.

“Then don’t,” she stated plainly.

“What?” he blinked.

“Don’t kill us,” Erica repeated. “Protect us. Keep us safe because that’s your duty as our alpha.”

“You don’t understand,” he sighed. “They won’t stop until I’ve killed one of you.”

“Then we take them down before they get the chance,” she declared. “I’ll go and talk to Isaac. Try to clear up this whole mess. I’ll stay somewhere else for a while too. Clearly the building’s compromised, and I don’t feel like dying again.”

“I really wish you’d stop making that joke,” Derek grumbled.

“Oh honey,” she replied, reaching up to playfully pat his cheek. “If only it was a joke.” She managed a small smile, then started making her way towards the stairs. Isaac was already coming down, a duffle bag thrown over his shoulder. “Come with me?”

“Whatever,” he muttered, following her without a second glance in Derek’s direction. Once the door to her place was closed, he dropped his bag and scooped Ellie up.

“Derek shouldn’t have done that,” she stated.

“No shit,” he shot back, settling on her couch as Ellie licked at his face and hands.

“He’s trying to protect us,” she assured him. She went and grabbed a bag and started packing up the belongings she thought she might need. She had a feeling she would be able to come back if she needed to, but the longer she stayed away, the safer she would feel.

“He’s got a funny way of showing it,” he commented. “Let me guess. He told you everything the second I left?”

“He can’t keep anything from me,” she shrugged. “The alpha pack wants him to kill us. The best way he can think to keep that from happening is by pushing us away.”

“He could have just said that,” Isaac complained, closing his eyes as he leaned back on the couch. “Instead of acting like my dad.”

Erica stopped packing at that, dropping what she was doing to make her way over to Isaac. Her hand slid into his, drawing his attention to her. “He knew it was wrong, but he knew it would work. He’ll apologize for it eventually, I’m sure.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to forgive him,” he pointed out, standing from her couch and depositing Ellie on the ground. “You don’t always have to defend him, you know.”

“I know,” Erica admitted. “But I can’t help it. I can see the good in him. I know, at his core, he wants to do good. He just falls short sometimes.”

“More like ‘all the time’,” Isaac muttered, lifting his bag back onto his shoulder. “I should get out of here.”

“Go to Scott’s,” she suggested. “He’ll let you stay with him.”

“Where will you go?” he asked her.

“I have an idea, but I’ll figure it out,” she assured him. “See you at school?”

He nodded, readjusting his bag before leaving her loft. She got to work finishing packing her bag, then collected some supplies for Ellie in a bag before scooping the dog up and making her way towards the door. She paused at the entrance, looking around one last time. This had been her first home on her own, and she didn’t know when it would be safe to return to it. She didn’t even know if she would ever return to it. There was a lot of uncertainty in her future, but she wouldn’t let it stop her from finding her way.

[text from: Superman] Isaac just showed up soaking wet asking to stay for a while.

[text from: Catwoman] I wanted to text you but I was too busy packing and figuring out where I should go.

[text from: Batman] Wait, what’s going on?

[text from: Catwoman] The alpha pack attacked Derek at the loft. It’s not safe for us there.

[text from: Superman] Isaac can stay as long as he needs to.

[text from: Batman] Erica, do you want to come here? My dad won’t mind.

[text from: Superman] It would make more sense for her to come here so she and Isaac could be together.

[text from: Batman] As if there’s enough space for Isaac AND Erica. Where is she gonna sleep? With you?

[text from: Catwoman] Guys!

[text from: Catwoman] I’m staying with Allison. Her dad said it was okay, and her building accepts pets, so I could bring Ellie with me.

[text from: Superman] You’re staying with Allison?

[text from: Batman] That’s what she just said.

[text from: Catwoman] It just made the most sense. She and Chris were happy to take me, and I’ll be safe with them.

[text from: Batman] Well if you change your mind, the offer stands.

[text from: Catwoman] Thanks Batman. And thanks for taking care of Isaac, Superman. I owe you.

[text from: Superman] Yeah, anytime.

[text from: Catwoman] I liked working with you both today. It kinda felt like old times. I should go, but I’ll see you guys later.

[text from: Batman] Night!

[text from: Superman] Later.

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