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allet-art · 4 years ago

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Wherever you go, you’ll be there

Steven Universe Future fanfiction: Chapter 1

Summary:

Steven's journey into the unknown, into who he is, and how to learn to live again, with a spice of nightmares, feelings and a lot of travelling, learning from his mistakes and from people he meets.

Who will he find in himself at the end?

(Post IAMM and disregarding the last episode, Future)

Characters: Steven Universe, Connie Maheshwaren, Connie is not focused on, The gems of LH as background, the Off-Colors as background

Warnings: Nightmares, Depressive tendencies

Relationships: Steven Universe & Connie Maheswaren

Tags: Tags to be added as story progresses so watch out for those, Healing, Hurt/Comfort, Coping, Coping mechanisms, Trauma, Steven learns to live, This is just my “SU ended and now I am empty inside so here’s my continuation, OCs I guess but only to serve the story, Mommy Issues, Therapy, Steven gets therapy, Nightmares, Categories may be subject to change, Warnings may be subject to change, I have an idea for what’s in the chest just wait and see

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He plummets. Loosing the ground under his feet, feeling the loss of pressure in a rush of cold and terror. He doesn’t remember landing on the ground, but he’s up. Something is there.

He turns around to see a creature, spider legs and massive fangs and the body of a snake, eyes black with pink irises, glowing. Fixating him.

He runs, feeling clumsy and heavy and weak, not fast enough, pushing against a force trying to stop him, trying to hold him back. He pants, the air burning in his lungs, forcing his limbs to move while fear tries to paralyze him to stop.

The creature is fast, faster than him. He runs, still, even though it’s pointless. Faster. Faster. He’s not fast enough. He’s too weak, too slow, too clumsy, nonono-!

He trips on the darkness. The fangs rise, and with a start, come down on his naval.

He jolts upright with a start, breathing, panting heavily. One hand over his gem and the other clutching his chest, he heaves in the air, staring at the blanket in front of him until he calms down a bit.

He glances over at his clock. 4:15 AM. Another nightmare.

He lets out a huge breath and falls backwards onto the bed. It’s comfortable, but that doesn’t stop him from looking to stare at the ceiling through sore eyes, opening them just a bit. Keeping them open is hard, but something desperately keeps him from closing them.

The ocean waves quietly crash onto the beach. A rough breeze presses onto the face of the house facing the water, making it creak ever so quietly. It was a familiar sound, one he grew up with. He breathes in, and heaves the breath back out as if he’d run a marathon.

Familiar. The sound of the water fills his ears like static white noise, threatening to make him forget what his nightmare was about in the first place. Does he even want to remember? Maybe he should just let go, and fall back into habit. His mind is blank, and he starts moving on his own.

He shuts off his alarm. No need for that anymore. He takes the steps down quietly, making sure to pace his steps just right to avoid the steps from creaking. From the room, to the ocean, to the creaking, to the hushed way he moves between the furniture; It’s like moving from one island to another, one concept connected to the next, each action familiar. Nothing he can mess up here if he does what he’s always done.

Mechanically, he starts making himself a protein shake. Connie’s been telling him to get better breakfast, but he feels too tired to do anything else. Well, he doesn’t have to tell her. He looks out to the sky through the large glass windows where the stars peacefully await the break of dawn. He feels tired, worn out and at the same time like a cold stone statue that has nothing better to do.

What’s the point, anyway? His shake finishes fizzling, and he screws the lid closed, starting to shake the plastic bottle. The sound echoes through the room in a surreal manner, making him question if he really is awake all of a sudden. He blinks the thought away. No, he’s sure he’s awake. Just tired.

He sits alone at the table and sips the tasteless protein shake, feeling the powder on his tongue. The stars look back. An eerie quiet hangs in the room, and a small flash of white light at the edge of his vision makes Steven blink. He feels himself sunk into the chair, shoulders hunched. Nothing. The room is empty. He’s alone, accompanied only by the crashing of waves, his sore eyes and the disgusting taste of the protein shake.

How sad this is, he thinks. Steven Universe the savior, sitting in his living room at 4 AM, sipping a drink he hates while waiting for morning to come.

Suddenly he sees the bright light again. A butterfly. He stops in his movements, and forces himself to breathe. He’s hallucinating. The butterfly lands on one of the chairbacks calmly, waving it’s wings at him. He stares at it, and it flutters off, dissapearing by flying through the closed windows and turning into one of the distant stars.

He stares after it for another moment, blinking, trying to see if he sees any more of them. Nothing. Moments, minutes pass before he calms down, picking the bottle up again to continue what he was doing like nothing happened.

He sighs, placing the plastic bottle down and staring into the mix of liquid. He feels sick. He looks over the fridge to think of getting something else, and sees the small glowing bracelet that he’d stuck to the side of the fridge not too long ago.

His thoughts wander, from the bracelet to Connie to the hospital. Connie was with him in that underwater bubble he’d made. He didn’t remember everything, but he felt it was his fault, anyway. But humans don’t swell up when they feel bad, at least not like he does. Was Connie okay, though? Did she ever live past that? Did she speak to her mother about it? Did she get therapy?

Maybe he should have known about that, too. Shouldn’t he have been the one to bring her to her mother, or to some hospital or therapist after all that? He feels if maybe, he had payed better attention, he could have helped her better. Helped her the way she’s helping him now, to somehow make up for all the senseless trouble she has to go through.

He grips the plastic bottle tighter, feeling his shoulders hunch up. If he’d just left her out of all this. If he’d just been smarter, been… better. If he’d just been kinder, like- like she was. Rose.

No matter how he looks at her, the childhood dream of the perfect light holding everyone together, inspiring everyone, taking care of everyone still sits somewhere in his mind. A distant vision of that pale pink and white color, but, she wanted him here. ...right?

Did she really? He looks out to the stars. If she could see him right now, what would she think?

He feels pain sting his chest. The sore spot isn’t made better by the pathetic sight he feels he must be right now, sitting alone in the dark, reminiscing about everything that’s happened so long ago.

But it feels so real. It feels so present. It feels just like yesterday. It feels like there was something to live by and live for then, and now there’s nothing. A blankness of the present and the future. Something that almost makes him wish he could go back, back to when everything made sense.

He places his elbows on the table, shoving the drink aside. Some of the liquid splashes over onto the table, and he feels as if he’d been kicked in the gut. Great going, Universe. Can’t even keep the kitchen clean for five minutes. He buries his face in his hands.

The silence, the cold tugging at his bare arms, making him feel weak and fragile, the fact that nobody was going to come here in the next five hours at least were rising, building up in his throat. That’s what hurt, really. Nobody is going to come here anytime soon. He stares at one of the walls, and suddenly he feels tiny. Helpless. Stuck, waiting for that stupid warp pad to glow and tell him someone would still care if he’d dissapear.

But right now nobody does. He sobs, shoulders hunching further, hands pressed to his face. The silence continues to stand in the room and watch him. He sobs, the same way he did just a week ago after he’d turned back to normal. In that freeing, loud way that he’d never allowed himself to do before that moment.

He wants to feel better. He desperately wants to feel something else, even if it means crying loudly and ugly, and if somebody were to see him they’d feel pity and they’d probably be right to feel sorry for the teenager sitting alone in the dark and breaking down over nothing.

He cries, until the soft morning sun starts to peak over the horizon and send light his way, letting the stars fade back into the ethereal space they came from. And when the house was filled with light and birds started to bring bright chirps into the atmosphere, he sat there still, shoulders hunched over and eyes red and puffy.

He stood up, at some point, fingers and toes cold, pouring the rest of his shake down the sink and tossing the bottle onto the counter. The plastic clunked against the stone surface in protest, and bounced down to the floor and onto the wood planks, but he’d already started walking towards the stairs. He shoves his hands into his pockets. He has to go get his face washed, before the gems come in.

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Soft, October sun warms this side of the beach. Connie sits next to him, sipping a milkshake, eyes focused intently on the task trying to get the last few drops out of the plastic cup. Steven sits with his shoulders hunched over, his drink half full, listening to the shake give gurgles of protest. She looks up to him and they both snort, looking away again.

The ocean waves roll onto the beach. Steven’s smile fades, unsure what to say or think. He looks out to the horizon, watches the light glitter on the surface of the water. Everything is like it was before. Except him.

He feels like a sore thumb, out of place as he forces a smile back at Connie, who said something about the bakery that he didn’t quite catch. He feels hollow, like something is missing from his chest. He gulps. He spent the morning in bed, tightly hugging his blankets like they could replace someone else. It didn’t help.

Connie says his name, and he turns back to her. She gives him a questioning look, but he just shrugs.

“Jus’ tired,” he murmurs.

“You sure?”

He shrugs again, not knowing what to respond with. The ocean waves keep crashing into the beach. Connie puts the plastic cup down next to her. They sit in silence.

“Well… I’ll come visit next week, maybe.”

“I thought you could only do once every two weeks?”

“I know, I know. But maybe I can shift tutoring to earlier in the morning.”

“Connie...” His voice is tired, doing his best to sound hopeful, to sound stable. “You don’t have to do that. You told me, once every two weeks, and I don’t want you to go back on that.” His voice grows quiet, hoarse. “...and make yourself miserable.”

“I won’t, I…” She trails off, her smile fading. “It’s a lot, but I’m sure I can do it.”

He shakes his head. “It’s okay.”

She sits with her arms stemmed on the bench, and one hand goes to hold her elbow. Sitting cross-legged, her top foot bounces up and down unsurely. Steven lets his glance wander back to the ocean, to the constant crash of the waves.

He closes his eyes, the salty scent of the ocean filling his senses. He’s just a burden here, again. But he knows that as long as he’s here, she’s going to be worried, and she’s going to keep visiting because he doesn’t know how to feel okay anymore.

He opens his eyes, looking to the horizon. “Once every two weeks will be fine, Connie. Don’t forget about yourself, okay?”

She opens her mouth, wants to say something, knows that there’s more to it than just this, knows that something is off because he won’t even look at her.

But she doesn’t know what to say. She looks down onto her knees, her smile fading too. “Okay.”

He wants to fix this, this horrible silence settling between them. He doesn’t know if he can. At the same time, his longing look into the distance makes him wish he was anywhere else, anywhere but here, having to sit out this silence, having to do things different with no way to tell what’s right and what’s wrong.

His hands clench into fists, but he doesn’t know what he’s doing. It just hurts. His shoulders hunch more.

Connie watches him, not knowing what to do. Maybe her mother would know. Maybe there’s nothing she can do.

As the waves crash, the seagulls call and the clouds pass, they both watch the sun set in silence.

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Empty.

He walks around the house, up the stairs to his room, down to the kitchen. Empty. Like he’s missing something, and he has no idea what it is.

He plops down onto the couch eventually, groaning in frustration. Maybe it’s too quiet. Or he’s just lonely. Or futureless, or feeling guilty, or any other of the dozen reasons he can think of.

Sighing, he gets up to pace back and forth a few steps. He should probably do something, but nothing useful or particularly healing comes to mind. He stops and closes his eyes. If he were anywhere else, anywhere but here in this empty house trying to pick up the broken pieces of his life, it would be easier.

He looks out to the window, out beyond the horizon. He found his mind wandering more often, away from the million things he needs to fix and take care of or remember not to fix and not to take care of, all on top of changing his habits and whatever else he feels he still needs to do.

If he were anyone else, anywhere else, if he had to deal with anybody’s problems other than his own. But that’s the thing, isn’t it? He has to deal with his own. He has to change, and abandon old habits. Just without actually helping anybody less.

The warp pad goes off. He jumps up, smile on his face, hands moving to do something, pretend to have been doing the dishes, anything to make it look like he had been involved in something useful. Pearl steps off the warp pad, humming something. She has a rusted old sword with her, but she’s holding it as if it’s made of gold.

The gears in his head start to turn and fall into place. That must be from the battlefield. That’s good. His eyes go over her, taking in both relaxedness and happiness and the faint smile of nostalgia on Pearl’s features. That’s also a good sign.

“Hey, Pearl. Is that from the battlefield?”

“Oh, Steven! Yes, I decided, well, I finally had it in me to bring it back.” She eyes the sword in her nimble fingers before shifting her focus. “But how have you been holding up, Steven?”

Finally had it in her? What was stopping her before? He doesn’t recognize the sword. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” Was it a memory he hadn’t heard of yet? About his mother, or about some other gem? Was now the right time to ask? “Who’s sword is it?” He hopes present tense is right.

“This old thing? Oh, Bismuth made it for me thousands of years ago. It was the first thing that was ever truly mine.” She sighs, a distant sadness in her voice. “I lost it during a battle with quartz guards where the delta kindergarden was supposed to go.”

Right, that made sense. Steven can imagine what it must have felt like, loosing the first thing she owned during a fight after she swore to protect Rose and went after her new purpose. She must’ve felt like she failed.

“Well, there’s no delta kindergarden, so looks like you guys still won, right?”

A cheerfulness comes to her features and she smiles, an excitement in her voice that Steven rarely got to see. “We did! We beat those quartz guards right back to the warp pad in the end.” She held the sword into the air proudly.

Steven’s heart swells with warmth at seeing her so expressive, so much louder and prouder than usual.

Pearl’s gem gives a hum, and she stops for a moment to pull her phone out of her gem. “Oh! I’ll be late to my weaponry class.” She starts to head for the door, putting the sword away in her gem.

Before the door closes, she stops and looks back. “Steven?”

“Yeah?”

“I know I say this often, but, you can always talk to us, okay?”

Right. It hadn’t been long enough for the gems to forget about what happened.

He looks down into the sink. “I know. Thanks, Pearl.”

His smile fades as the door closes shut and he sighs.

He groans into his hands. Old habits die hard. How is he ever going to do that any differently? What could he have even done? If he told her about how his day and last night had gone, she wouldn’t have opened up about the sword. It’s not like she could fix any of it.

As the silence drags on, so does the emptiness, and so does the hollow feeling in his chest.

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Lars and the off-colors are due to visit today.

Steven steps out of the shower, feeling refreshed after spending far too long at home and in the same clothes. He puts on the same shirt, his trusty jacket, and walks to the warp pad.

He stops right before it, contemplating. He checks the time. He’ll be too early, and he doesn’t want to come off as desperate. Not like last time. He cringes a little and goes outside to take the car.

Besides that, the alone time in the car seemed to do him good. Or maybe it was the distraction of driving, or the distant memory of car rides with his father, the endless landscape passing by the windows as the road gently rocked him to sleep as a kid.

The road there felt too short for the car, but at least he wasn’t too early. The small spaceport of LH had to reserve quite the area for Lars’ ship to land, and a handful of gems were already waiting. So he won’t be the only one. Good.

He saw Larimar, Snowflake Obsidian and one of the jaspers from funland that he hadn’t properly met yet.

They turn to him when he approaches, all excited smiles and shy glances, and he smiles back and greets them, remembers to ask Snowflake how the trip to the siberian research station went and gets the nickname of the jasper, Lacely.

A faint humm turns their attention upwards, a familiar ship entering the atmosphere, gently parting the clouds and touching down in front of them.

Steven wanted to rush in, but remembered to wait a moment to let Lars and his crew step out and be embraced by the other gems around him first. He spots Larimar and Padparadsha getting along better than he thought. Snowflake gives Rhodonite a playful shoulder punch, who returns it, making Snowflake pretend to be knocked over as they laugh. Only Lacely seems to stand somewhat lost, watching everything go down with wide eyes. Steven humms, ready to swoop in. He had a suspicion of what was going on.

“Hey, Lacely, have you met the off-colors yet?”

The gem stood shyly, her eyes covered and stance stiff. “Uh. Kindof.”

“How about I introduce you?”

Steven approaches Lars and Fluorite with the jasper, introducing them, watching the jasper blush as Fluorite compliments her hairstyle. Fluorite and Lacely go off to join Rhodonite as Fluorite insists on introducing them too, leaving Steven alone next to Lars.

Lars crosses his arms in front of his chest, looking down to the younger teenager. “Missed us?”

Steven shrugs a bit, trying to play it off and not look too emotional. “Yeah.”

Lars goes on, a bit more serious. “We heard about what happened.”

“Oh… yeah…” Steven’s mood drops, chewing the inside of his cheek briefly into the silence before he quickly goes on. “But it’s fine! Everything’s better now! Besides, your space adventures are bound to be much more interesting.”

Lars laughs, ruffling through Steven’s hair brotherly. “You’re still good ol’ Steven, huh? Always going on about everyone but you.”

“Hey!” Steven laughs as he moves his head away to get Lars’ hand out of his locks. “Just saying. Things have been as usual. Nothing special.”

The two almost-humans watch the other gems cluster together, standing side by side in silence for a moment. Steven glances over to see Lars smiling, happy to be home, happy to see his gem family getting along with others so well, happy to see them surrounded by people who appreciate them fully.

Lars isn’t one to draw in closely to social gatherings. What a contrast to what Steven had come to know at first, when all Lars seemed to care about was being friends with the cool kids, so that he could matter, so that he could feel like he belonged somewhere. And now that he knows where he belongs, he can contently lean against the ship with his hands in his jeans and smile into the october sun.

Steven’s smile falters a little as he looks over to the cluster of gems. He’s happy that his own close family has that too, of course he is. Pearl, Garnet and Amethyst becoming teachers all in their own way, helping gems find their new purposes, their new lives. Helping them in all the ways they wish someone would’ve helped them when they’d first arrived on earth.

So Steven should be happy, right?

Everyone says he needs to change. Lars changed, and from Steven’s perspective, it all made sense. He changed for the better, with each step he took and choice he made, moving towards something brighter. But Steven doesn’t know how he would change. He does everything to make the people around him happy, and sometimes it’s just not good enough and leaves him feeling empty.

He glances over to Lars again, and then to the gems. How it must feel, to just be, to laugh and be yourself and nothing else, and fit in with others like puzzle pieces. To be ones self with no visible limits or edges that need to be trimmed. To just breathe and live and make the people around you happy by just... existing.

Something in his chest does swell happily, although not entirely enough to fix the hollow feeling. They’re all so happy, so unique, so… themselves. The paths they went, the choices they made lead them here, to this place, to this happiness, this new family.

He sighs, and Lars looks over to him. “What’s up?”

“It’s just, they’re all so happy, and, “ he takes a small break not to sound too emotional, “and great, you know? They came so far. You came so far.”

Lars gives a nervous laugh. “Steven, you sappy kid. You came pretty far too, y’know.”

Steven gives a small laugh, a smile, not letting the slightly sinking feeling in his stomach show. He turns back to the happy gathering and ignores the feeling.

The hollow feeling in his chest expands. He wants to be there. Closer, there, amidst the smiles and comments and jokes and gestures and happy eyes. Closer, so the feeling would be easier to ignore, so he could be easier drowned out by people much better adjusted than him.

But it feels clingy. They seem fine without him. He could ruin it. With the way he always used to be he can insert himself, or insert someone else, but he’s supposed to change. What if he changes and they all finally realize they’re better than him? If he could just exist and fit, he feels like he would have done that already.

“So Steven.” Lars looks down to him. “What are you doing now?”

“Oh, nothing much.”

“Hey, weird idea. But did you ever wanna come with us to space?”

“Well, you’re a pretty tightly knit family. I wouldn’t want to interfere.” Before Lars can cut in, Steven quickly goes on. “Besides! I can visit whenever, right?”

“Yeah, but it’s the journey! I dunno, I guess space just has a pretty good record at helping me.”

“That’s okay. I mean. I don’t know if it would do that for me.” He rubs the back of his neck nervously, the words slipping out before he can stop them. “I guess I really like car rides.”

“You been doing a lot of those then?”

“Kindof.” Not really, he thought. From home to Beach City to LH and back.

Rhodonite walks up to Lars excitedly, bubbeling about Lars’ old pastry shop as she pulls him along. Steven waves them goodbye, saying something about needing to be somewhere at LH. The conversation feels blurry to him by the time he’s in his car.

He adjusts the rear view mirror, seeing his reflection. He looks tired, and without the large smile, sad. Lost. He yanks the mirror back into place, trying to forget his reflection as he drives back home.

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voidlitmoon · 5 years ago

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Familiar Faces, Connected Stories

So.... I am very late to posting it here XD sorry sorry, I kept forgetting, but its here! Finally we get to see the stinky trash man and slimey boi! Or at least partially

See with this part taking so long this part is going to be split into two CHAPTERS! Dont worry I made sure it left off at somewhere where it would make sense. Anyways @sugarglider9603, on with the show!

Ao3 link

Ao3 series link

Part 4 Part 5 (chapter 2)

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Words: 2,070

Summery: ' Virgil leaned back and stared curiously at his teammates, instinctively sliding a paw in front of his brothers, surprising the two. From their past prospective, Virgil always stayed back, uncomfortable with any form of pokemon battles. Yet here the youngest was, defending the two against pokemon he seemed to trust. Trust? Did he not?

The two Eevees shared a glace, one thing running in both their minds

was it possible to get their brother back? '

It's time we brought our good ol trash rat and slimey boi into the story

Well trash Eevee and.. ok Deceit is still a slimey boi but they're also here!

Chapter 1

Thomas stirred the boiling pot beneath a slowly darkening sky, making sure to watch the food so nothing burned. He wasn't the best at cooking, but he'd learned enough to make some food when stuck in the woods, and having a Logan helped quite a bit.

"Hey!" He stumbled a bit as Roman crashed into his leg, the Eevee chasing Patton around. Roman shook his head, chirped up a sorry before going back to the chase. Thomas shook his head fondly, returning his gaze to the cooking stand "be careful guys, Virgil keep an eye on them" Patton and Roman cried out at Thomas' distrust, but continued playing anyways as Virgil watched laying by the table.

After some time, Virgil occasionally snapping at Roman, Thomas was nearing down with the stew when crashing and yelps caught his attention. He whipped his head up just to see Roman and Virgil tangled together, the table fallen onto its side and the finished berry skewers astray across the ground. Patton ran over, sniffing as the two untangled themselves from each other. Thomas groaned.

"That's it! Patton, you're going to stay right next to me, Virgil and Roman, you're going out and getting us more berries" all three cried out as Logan shook his head from Thomas' shoulders.

"You two, don't even try. Virgil, I need you to keep an eye on Roman so he doesn't run off. And don't try me, I remember that giant pile of Oran berries you brought us" Virgil grumbled, hissing a bit at Roman before leading the way out of the clearing circle. Patton walked over, glumly laying down over Thomas feet. Thomas sighed, he could pick the table up later he supposed, focusing on the pot once again.

Not noticing the two pairs of eyes watching.

Eevee flicked his tail, the uniquely marked pokemon correctly predicting and stifling his brother's angry huff once again. Even with this action, he could understand his partner.

Because he was right there, right there! Their Eevee brother was walking away with another Eevee, telling the brown furred pokemon ('Roman' he believed) off for getting him mixed up in the other's mess. And then there was the trainer.

Eevee glared at the smiling human, stirring a large delicious smelling pot, two more Eevees laying on him. If it wasn't for their brother always being around the human or the other pokemon, they couldn't have gotten him back a while ago. Yet, they had learned their lesson after the chase, the marked Eevee stifling his own growl at the light gray Eevee laying at the trainer feet. If it wasn't for him especially, he remembered the day they almost got their smallest back.

"Please" his brother whined quietly "he's alone with just one of the Eevees, if he saw us he would help! Can't we just go get him now?" He shot a sympathetic look at the other Eevee, understanding his pain. The trash covered pokemon always had a bit of a stronger connection, not much but something more, as he was the one to find the small one in a dumpster. The other shuffled closer and he rapped a tail around his non blooded brother, keeping him close.

"No, you remember how strong, what was he called? Patton was, and you see how often they train. We wouldn't stand a chance" the other's ears lowered.

"I.. I just want him back" the other murmured, ducking his head into his fur, the cleaner of the pair giving a reassuring lick back.

The two jolted as they were brought back to reality, only realizing too late how loud they began to speak as a gray head poked through the bush they were hiding within.

The three Eevees stared at each other for only a moment before the marked Eevee leapt up, standing defensively between his friend and the pet, letting out a low growl. Its eyes merely blinked behind glasses before brightening.

"Oh! It's you!" Patton exclaimed, from the sound of it his tail swishing back and forth rapidly "whatcha doing here?" The tail swishing suddenly stopped as the shiny glared "you aren't here to try and steal Virgil away again, are you?"

The protective Eevee pushed the other behind him a bit, signaling to run, but the trash loving Eevee didn't budge. He sent a look back at the other, only to see the pokemon completely petrified. Oh right, last time they came in contact with Patton he knocked him out nearly immediately.

The shiny seemed to notice, blinking away the anger from his eyes "are you hungry? We wouldn't mind you joining us for dinner, if you wanted!"

And now the marked Eevee froze, yet in confusion. Did.. he just offer food to them? With a trainer no less? He was about to protest when his stomach betrayed him.

Patton perked as the marked Eevee used his tail to bring his brother forward, keeping him close ".. I guess free food would be a stupid thing to pass up" Patton giggled before his head dissapeared as he ran back to the trainer.

"Wait" the trashy Eevee stopped him, "What are you doing? We, we can't-" "I know, but" the smaller yet protective Eevee hesitated "we, we might be able to see him again" the other looked down. This could be their only safe chance, heck the moment they see him the trainer might run them off. The realization they may not be able to be with their youngest brother again hit both hard, but at least seeing him, whether forced to stay with the trainer or (somehow) happy with his place, at least they would know.

The non blooded brothers looked at each other one last time before nodding, making their way through the bush.

Thomas kept a half an eye on Patton as he turned off the camping stove set MJ gave him, walking over with Logan still laying over his shoulders and picking up the knocked over mini foldable table. He went to pick up the dirty berry skewers when a chirp behind him caught his attention.

"So, what were you looking at Pat-" Thomas stood and turned around, only for Logan to let out a deep grown from his shoulders and surprise from himself.

"So" Thomas smiled, crossing his arms "we meet again" the two Eevees moved cautiously into view, Patton leading. He remembered these Eevees from a couple of months ago, yet he didn't think he'd be followed.

Patton chirped happily, running up to Thomas and nodded to the skewers. Thomas raised an eyebrow "you.. want then to join us for dinner?" Pattom chirped again, rising up onto his hind legs and pawing up in an honestly adorable manner. Thomas smiled, petting Logan's head to calm his fur.

"Alright, if they help us clean this up, they can join" The two Eevees seemed surprised by the news, but after Thomas explained where to put them, they rushed forwards to help.

With their help everything finished up quite quickly, Thomas starting a fire once again for when Roman and Virgil returned back. Virgil.

The trainer was now sitting in a camping chair, Logan still giving him a look of 'how dare you let these hooligans near my son and husband again', but Thomas blatantly ignored him, instead focusing on poking at the fire as Patton and the dirt covered Eevee rolled around, they one with marks around it's eye lazily watched the fire a few feet away from Thomas. He stole some glances at the strangers but inevitably realized they would commit no harm.

Though something, something was bugging him.

He sighed, dropping the stick some inches from the fires edge and leaning back in his chair, all the Eevees halting in their action and looking to the trainer as he huffed.

"Sometimes, I hate language barriers" he muttered, causing four heads to tilt, making the trainer chuckle.

"Well, I know you two tried to steal Virgil from us, you probably know him from somewhere" he waved at the wild Eevees "the only thing I don't know is, well, why" Patton and Logan perked in interest, as if realizing they never thought to think of that.

At that moment, the bushes started to shake.

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Virgil slightly winced as he picked up a falling Pecha berry, placing the berry back onto the pile. Originally the two were pulling the giant leaf topped of berries together, but berries kept rolling off, and with Roman really being the one punished, Virgil got the easy job.

Roman stopped for breathing break, panting slightly "c'mon Bluk Berry, please switch?" In response Virgil grabbed a Bluk berry and tossed it at Roman's face when he wasn't looking, getting a sad and insulted hiss back "nope, you got me into this, you get to do the labor Princey" Roman dropped his ears glumly "calm down you Drama Vespiquen, we're literally almost back" the idiot he called his boyfriend perked up at that, grabbing the leaf's strong stem and pulling backwards.

Not long afterwards they reached their final obstacle, Virgil making his way to the front and pulled the branches off to the side to make a clear path. As Roman dragged it through the same damn Pecha berry was knocked off the top, bouncing down to the ground. The dark furred Eevee huffed at it, letting the starter pass through before paddling forward and picking it up. No way he was going to leave a Pecha behind again.

He sighed, turning around and ducking his head, his slightly longer ears straight (or as straight as possible) back as he pushed through the bush. Seriously, why did they pick this way to come back as well, they could have moved anywhere and they came back the difficult route. He pushed his way through, his body escaping the bush only to bump right into the berry pile. Honestly it was a miracle nothing fell.

He placed the Pecha berry down, making his way around the pile "Roman, what the fu-" he stopped dead.

Roman stood in a defensive position, low growls escaping his throat. Patton perked up by a newly set fire, Logan glancing over from Thomas' lap. And then..

It couldn't be

He brushed against Roman, eyes wide as two pokemon he thought he would never see again stared back. Puzzle pieces he accidentally lost, ones he looked for for so long before accepting defeat.

One stepped forward, the stink from his fur not pleasant, but it wasn't horrible. It felt familiar in fact. The Eevee took a deep breath, before

"hey Little Trash" the Eevee smiled, surprisingly still in one place "did you miss us?"

The answer was given with Virgil tackling said sticky Eevee, purrs rolling out like a thunderstorm "its you!"

His brother laughed, quickly switching back to his chaotic playful nature and snapped up at the smaller, rolling them around.

"Hey! What about me?" The two tumbled apart, Virgil nearly bouncing up and, without noticing the completely confused gazes coming from Thomas, Logan, Roman, and Patton, bolted strait into the strangely marked Eevee, cuddling deep into the parental and brotherly figure, breathing in the long lost familiar scent. The trashy Eevee crashed into the pair, thankfully not knocking them over, joining the three Eevees into a long lost family hug.

It was something Virgil missed, the two scents were like a comfortable blanket, rapping around himself leaving all his worries outside. He didn't want to confront Thomas or the other, he didn't want to know if they would stay or not, Virgil just wanted to be here with them, and unbelievable, he was. He finally found half of his family he lost, he wouldn't lose them again.

Unfortunately though, time still existed, a attention grabbing cough came from Thomas crashing reality back down on the trio, the crackling of fire, the wind blowing through the trees

and the low growls coming from two of the other Eevees.

Virgil leaned back and stared curiously at his teammates, instinctively sliding a paw in front of his brothers, surprising the two. From their past prospective, Virgil always stayed back, uncomfortable with any form of pokemon battles. Yet here the youngest was, defending the two against pokemon he seemed to trust. Trust? Did he not?

The two Eevees shared a glace, one thing running in both their minds

was it possible to get their brother back?

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bangtanficrecs · 7 years ago

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Lost & Found Batch #11

It’s been a while but here’s the new batch of lost fics! If you happen to know the fic the ask is looking for, reply to this post or send us an ask with the request number and title/author. If you happen to know any fics from Past Batches, those are more than welcome as well. Thank you!! ~ Admin P

1) Hi! I’m looking for a yoonmin fix that I found on ao3 a while back. It was non-au (canon compliant) and, basically, Jimin was a jerk towards Yoongi and Yoongi was suicidal. It was later revealed that they had been in love, but were caught by fans, and had to break up, and Jimin blamed Yoongi. Then, Yoongi got really drunk one day and was coerced into sleeping with a fan?? It was a really good story and I can’t find it now,,

2) Hi idk if you would be able to help me since I don’t have a lot of details but awhile ago I was reading a fic where I believe it was of namjoon and jungkook?? I can’t remember who the pairing was exactly. anyways all I can literally remember is there was a smut scene where jungkook is blind folded and at one point that’s a carrot involved. I’m trying to find the author and I’ve looked through my ao3 history but can’t seem to find it. If you can’t find it I appreciate your help! Thank you

3) I read this fic a while ago that was Jungkook-centric where Jungkook and Jin were stepbrothers and Jungkook's dad was abusive but Jin's mom didn't know that until they got married and so they ignored Jungkook so his dad wouldn't beat them too until his dad saw Jin with Namjoon and raped him and Jungkook got Namjoon to get Jin out of the house. If there's any way you can find this fic for me I would really appreciate it, I've been looking for it FOREVER. Thanks!

4) I’m trying to find a fic that was on ao3. I can’t remember the pairing, but during the story, one of the members was acting childish and being obnoxious for attention and another member ended up punishing him for it, but not giving him any aftercare. A different member finds the original guy nearly hysterical and is his ‘daddy’ they do talk afterwords but that’s all I can remember.

5) Hey:) I’m looking for a fic I read a long time ago about yoongi and he takes care of Namjoon and they live on the street and then Namjoon gets snatched. And so yoongi becomes a prostitute and then saves jimin and Taehyung from being snatched in a convenience store and they bring Jungkook home and it’s super cute and sad. Please help me!!

Bang Bang (You Shot Me Down) by signifying_nothing - note: the fic is locked and requires an AO3 account to be viewed

6) Hi, Ive been trying to find a fic for like a month but am having no luck. If a main pair Namjoon x Jimin ABO AU where Jimin is an omega who is living with Tae in college and JM presents late. He initially is with Hoseok but HS cant satisfy him and NJ has feelings for JM and eventually they end up together. I know there is a camping trip and Seokjin is barren (i think thats the word they use). JM+ NJ end up mating but JM leaves to stay with his aunt and YG has to convince him to talk to NJ THANKS

baby steps (i'll hold you tight) by voseok

7) Hello, I am looking for a fic. Last time I read it, it was still ongoing. Multichaptered but each chapter was a fic on its own. The theme was Jungkook and Taehyung finding each other in each universe but not ending together? In one fic, BTS were all in politics. Namjoon was running for president and Kook was some prodigy, trained by G-dragon. It was on AO3 but I can't find it anymore as I forgot to bookmark :(

8) Hi! I’m looking for a yoonmin ff that involves either jimin or yoongi being deaf or mute. There was a part in the story that i remembered which was when jimin or yoongi was in the toilet and they ran out of toilet paper also another part was how someone’s slaughter and moaning (sorry bout that) was described as huffs? I don’t really remember much and it’s a really vague description but I really hope you can find it!! Thank you!!

9) Hello! Could you help me find a fic where hoseok is a writer and yoongi is an artist? I think the story starts off with their childhood days. Thank you in advance!

10) Hii i was wondering if you know and could tell me about the fic where jimin and yoongi were a couple and yoongi was planning to proposed jimin but sadly jimin got into a plane crash when he was headed to somewhere for a dance competition and a year after the incident yoongi met jimin again

you are my sunshine, my only sunshine by yururin

11) Hey i was looking for this where jin cant be part of bangtan anymore because he got some rumours going on about him

Save Me by resonae

12) Hey there! I'm looking for this angsty fic that was set in the prologue/run era where everyone got a little too drunk one night and tae and namjoon accidentally stumbled into a lake after doing graffiti and died? the fic mainly focuses on the other members trying to recover from this tragedy and there weren't specific pairings. I can't remember where I read it. thank you!!

13) hi! i wanna find this Jihope fic,it's in aff. It's an mafia and abo au. I don't remember the summary of the story. Here’s what i remember; there’s an arrange marrige btw Hope & JM,before JM's father's dead, he give this letter to him, told him to open on his 20th birthday. when JM give it to the office, Jhope come & get him, and turn out he is Mafia & the head mafia's bride-JM's called Donna. Also, JH's alpha, JM's omega

14) do you know of a myg/pjm/jhs fic where pjm is a prince sent off to the wizard myg. People have to try and fight the wizard to win pjm's hand. Jhs promised pjm that he'll come for him in a year and join the royal army. Pjm slowly realize that he is is love with both myg and jhs. Later pjm gets hurt and dissapears and so jhs takes his anger out of myg and later jhs and myg elope

His Captive Heart by Etna

15) Hello!! do you guys kmow a fic where most of bts (except jm+nj) get stuck in a bad winter snow due to car accident and there's some dude in the woods out to get them and has got sj + hs. I think yg got a gash in his leg also. yg jk + th are try to get sj hs back and hs sacrafice himself a lot to the dude to protect sj

Never Have I Ever by Someplace_Else

16) Uh, hello!!! I hope it’s okay that I’m asking, with the temporary hiatus and stuff. But I lost a fic I had read a while ago and I want to read it again. I can’t remember the pairing but it was Yoongi x someone. Yoongi worked in an arcade with Jimin and he had tried to commit suicide but his best friend, hoseok, found him and forced him to go to a therapy/support group. Actually, you know I think it was taegi??? Anyway. Sorry again, hope this isn’t like... annoying or anything!!!

17) thank you so much for running this blog! anyways, i’m trying to find this fic [spoilers]- the plot is that jungkook self harms until he meets v, who appears to be super cheerful until jk finds out v has eating disorder. so they make a “deal” where if jk cuts, v doesnt eat. eventually something happens to v (i forgot if it was moving away or death), until jimin appears who actually is cheerful & helpful. it was on ao3 but i can't seem to relocate it (so idk if it got taken down...?) thank you!

18) hey! do u know a namjin werewolf au where jin is from another pack but he got hurt and was found by jimin (not sure) and ended up joining namjoon's pack and fell in love with him? ive been searching for this fic but i couldn't find it :"((

19) Hi, I’m looking a taekook fic and its based off the music video of Taylor Swift’s you belong with me. To taekook are best friends but taehyung loves jungkook. But jungkook has this girlfriend, I think her name is Yujin or something, who hates Taehyung because he’s gay. Thanks :)

20) hi! i read this fic once centered around the members trying to teach taehyung things through spanking? one of the chapters was hoseok teaching taehyung to use a safeword

smack that (give me some more) by ireallydontknowok

21) hello lovely admins! i am currently in a pickle (when am i not) and lost a fic, it’s on ao3 for sure and it’s a yoonseok centric fic where they have a dom/sub relationship, yoongi being the sub, but! hoseok invites (or brings) rm and guk over from his office and the plan is that they fuck yoongi, rm is used to it but guk is pretty freaked out, they do end up having sex and i clearly remember that yoongi sucks guk’s dick (sorry for being so crude ;-;) anyways, that’s all i remember! good luck 💕

#lost and found #lost and found batch #to the anon that was worried about sending an ask during my hiatus don't worry!!#it's perfectly okay #this is so long omg some of the asks are 2 months old sorry

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rubyventure · 7 years ago

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Splinters In The Fire - Chapter Two: Serendipity

Summary: Life is strange in Riverdale. 8 Months ago Jughead Jones’ best friend Toni Topaz dissapeared. When he’s about to get shot, Betty can safe him by rewinding the time. Together they start to investigate the vanishing of Toni Topaz.

Finally back with a new chapter!

So this chapter mainly gives us more background story. We'll get into the bigger plot next chapter, I promise! But I hope you'll like this chapter anyways! <3

THANK YOU @allskynostars. You're the best beta I could ask for <3

Read it on Ao3 - Words: 2266

When Betty left Southside High last week, she swore to herself that she’d just forget about everything that happened. It had been one week now, and she had been doing a pretty bad job at forgetting. Mainly because every time Alice Cooper barged into her room trying to force Betty to take her pills, she felt the urge to rewind time to get away from her overbearing mother.

She didn’t use her new skill like that, though. But she did try it from time to time during the week. Sometimes just to catch something that was supposed to fall on the floor. But she also used it in school, when she couldn’t concentrate on the things the teacher said. She would rewind the time to take proper notes. The whole thing really had some positive sides.

The bad thing was that she felt exhausted every time she used that skill. And she still had no clue why she could rewind the time suddenly. Sometimes she wondered if this was all just a bad dream. But then she would pinch herself, and when she felt the pain, she knew she was awake. In school many people had asked her (let’s face it, mainly Veronica and Kevin), if she was alright. Betty didn’t have the heart to tell anybody what was happening with her. She just told them she was exhausted from learning and writing for the Blue and Gold, and people believed her. Everybody believed what sweet little Betty Cooper said, with her cute smile.

Today she had to go back to Southside High. Which meant she had to face the events of last week again, and that didn’t help her mood at all. But of course, she would go. She had a responsibility to teach and help those kids. Betty Cooper never let down anybody. Not even if she was sick.

So the blonde got into the car with her mother and let her drive to Southside High. “Call me when you’re ready, Betty. I don’t want you to walk around the Southside alone.” Betty nodded and gave her mom a kiss on the cheek.

“Yes Mum, of course.” she said it with a smile, but everything inside her wanted to scream. ‘Only a few more months’, she thought. Then she’d go to New York and she’d never return to this goddamn town and her overbearing mother.

It didn’t take her long to get to the classroom where her students were waiting for her. Concentrating on the kids helped her to forget about everything that happened here last week. At least for a short amount of time. But there was one thing that she didn’t want to forget, besides everything. She saved Jughead Jones’ life. And she would do it again, if necessary.

Time went by very quick today, so she packed her things and left the classroom after all the kids had been picked up by their parents. She left the classroom with a smile, but that smile froze when she saw a bunch of older students lurking in the hall. She had to pass them if she wanted to get to the exit. The blonde prayed that none of them would notice her, because they tended to tease her when they did. She had met them before. And it always ended up with her being completely embarrassed, her nails digging into her palms.

Today luck wasn’t exactly on her side. "Yo, Cooper. Wanna learn how to ride? I could show you some moves on my bike!" One of the guys said while the others were laughing. Betty bit her lip and tried to ignore them, but they blocked her way. "Not even an answer? That's rude pretty girl. I'm just being nice." The guy lifted his hand and took one of her blond strands between his fingers. "You could use some lectures, eh?" Betty froze. This was disgusting. But she wasn't able to do or say anything.

"Leave her alone Mantle. Stop being a dick and get to the Wyrm. Viper is waiting for you." Betty looked behind her, knowing the voice all too well. It was Jughead Jones. He wore black jeans, a burgundy sweater under his leather jacket and of course his trademark beanie. Relief rushed through her body when she saw him.

"You won't let us have any fun, Jones" the guy who Jughead had called Mantle snorted.

"You can have fun with your girlfriend. How about that?" Jughead huffed in response, his blue eyes locked with Betty's. He knew exactly what she needed. She needed a focus to get through this situation. And with locking their eyes, he gave her exactly that.

With another annoyed sigh from the guy, they were finally left alone. "I'm sorry." Jughead said. "He can be a little bit of an asshole sometimes." Betty sighed and shook her head.

"Sometimes? He's always like that when I have the pleasure of seeing him." She still felt uncomfortable and her whole body was tense. The dark haired boy seemed to notice and took a step towards her.

"Hey, he's gone now.” She just nodded in response, taking in Jugheads presence. He had always helped her to calm down. He didn’t even have to say or do anything, he could just stand next to her and it would help her. And this was something that hadn’t changed at all, even after all these years. Betty sighed and looked up to Jughead.

“I’m sorry. It’s just…It doesn’t matter. Why did he even listen to you?” she trailed off and bit her lip again. Jughead shrugged and smiled slightly.

“It’s alright. You don’t owe me an explanation. Well, my dad is still running the gang from prison. They think of me as the second in command or something like that…” Jughead told her, while playing with a loose strand of hair that had escaped his beanie. “Sometimes it comes in handy.” Then he paused, looking at her, searching for the right words. “But it’s great to see you.”

Betty flashed him a smile and nodded in agreement. “It’s great to see you too. And thank you. For helping me out, I mean.” She paused, looking around before speaking again. “Can I buy you a burger and a milkshake? To make it up to you?” She asked, rushing through the words, her face all flushed. Jughead couldn’t help himself. He chuckled and nodded.

“You still know the way to my heart” He answered, making Betty blush even more.

“Shut up, Jones.” she responded as she started walking. She could hear him laugh behind her, but she ignored it.

Once they left the school she stopped walking, not really sure of what to do now. She hadn’t thought things through. “Well, my mother brought me here with her car. I guess we have to walk now.” she said, clearing her throat.

“Or we could take my bike.” Jughead suggested, walking straight to it and offering her a second helmet just a few moments later. Betty sighed. It was strange to see him with a bike. This was not the Jughead she knew from back then. But somehow she was curious to learn more about this new Jughead and his life in those past five years.

So she got on his bike, holding on tightly while they were driving, because she was really quite scared. Sitting behind Jughead, she couldn’t see the small smile that played on his lips the whole drive. Once they arrived at Pops’ they chose a booth and sat down, facing each other. After they ordered Jughead looked at her, taking in her appearance. She was still beautiful. And she still seemed to be the nice girl next door she had always been. But something seemed off. He couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was, but something had changed. He crossed his arms, letting them rest on the table.

“So, how’s everything?” he asked, his tone sincere. “You’re still friends with Archie?” Betty grimaced, but she smiled.

“Yeah, still friends with Archie. I’m fine, thanks. I’m spending most of my time with learning and writing for the Blue and Gold. And listening to my best friends monologs about fashion and Archie.” Jughead raised an eyebrow at her words.

“Still the future journalist I see.” he said with a light smile, before clearing his throat. “So, you’re best friends pining after your boyfriend?” he asked, grimacing after he relealised what he just said. But he had always assumed Betty and Archie would end up together. The perfect girl next door and the all american boy. It was a match made in heaven. Wasn’t it? “Sorry...that...sorry.” he shrugged.

Betty shook her head and sighed. “No, it’s fine. Archie’s not my boyfriend by the way. Veronica, my best friend…she’s his girlfriend. But that’s totally fine. I’m happy for them.” Betty answered his question. She meant it, and Jughead could hear it in her voice. She was fine with it. For a moment they both remained silent, their eyes locked again. Blue and green, the only thing they both could see for a few moments. But the silence was disturbed by the waitress serving them their burgers and their milkshakes. It made Betty feel kind of disappointed and left her quite confused. She cleared her throat, ignoring her blushing cheeks.

After the waitress was gone, Betty studied Jugheads face. She still couldn’t forget what she saw last week. Jughead lying there in his own blood, after he got shot by Jason...the image would be stuck in her head forever. Seeing him alive and biting into his burger made her happy. She was relieved to see him like this, right in front of her. And he looked good. Although there was a certain sadness in his eyes.

Maybe that had something to do with the girl he and Jason were talking about. She wanted answers. But she didn’t want to rush anything. Also, she didn’t want to make Jughead suspicious. ‘Baby steps’, she told herself.

“How about you?” she asked softly. Jughead shrugged.

“I’m fine. The foster family is nice and all…I’m living a 80s gang movie.” he answered, his voice shaded with sarcasm, while he took another bite from his burger. Now it was Betty’s turn to raise her eyebrow, although she didn’t say anything. But Jughead knew she wanted to know more, she wanted an honest answer.

“What? You know I can’t tune down the sarcasm sometimes.” He sighed before going on. “Dad’s still in prison and mom is long gone. But it’s okay. I have the foster family and the Serpents. They all look after me.”

“But something is bothering you.” Betty stated. Jughead was amazed by that, and for a moment he couldn’t say a word. He just looked at her, he even stopped eating. It was almost frightening how well she knew him. Even after all these years. Little did he know that Betty had witnessed his argument with Jason one week prior. But she hadn’t forgotten. And now she felt like she would finally get some answers, that’s why she had to ask.

“My best friend, Toni Topaz, went missing 8 months ago. I have no clue where she is.” He couldn’t lie to her. They never have been like that. Even when they were kids they never hid anything from each other. And he figured he wouldn’t start now. The blonde grabbed his hand, giving it a soft squeeze.

“I’m sorry.” she whispered and he nodded. He knew she meant it, and he didn’t want pity anyways. He never wanted pity, it made him feel weak. What he wanted were answers. But no one in this town even cared about a girl from the Southside. That was what he wanted to tell Betty, when she squeezed his hand.

But before he could say anything, Betty gasped, looking into the distance with a vacant expression. Like she went somewhere else in her mind.

“Betty?” She was still holding his hand, but now she gripped him like she was drowning, causing him to wince a little. “Betts? What is it?” he asked, nearly freaking out because she wasn't answering him. It took nearly five minutes until she was with him again.

“You alright?” he gave her a concerned look. Betty was pale, her breath uneasy. The blonde shut her eyes for a short moment, trying to decide how much she could tell him. She could feel his thumb slowly making circles on the back of her hand, trying to comfort her. He didn’t push her to say anything. And she was more than grateful for that. But it was his voice that made her open her eyes again.

“What the fuck?” he asked, almost choking on his own words. He was looking out of the window, frowning at the sight that presented itself outside. It was snowing, although it was way too warm outside for that. “What’s with the weather? First it’s fall over night and now snow, when the sun is shining and it’s way too warm?” Jughead shook his head.

“I have no clue” Betty responded her voice shaking. What was going on? The weather was crazy. And she felt like she was crazy, too. Another vision had haunted her a few minutes ago. She found herself in the woods again, running towards Pops neon signs, only to face the storm again. After that she snapped out of it, looking at Jughead, her heart beating heavily in her chest. She needed to tell somebody. She couldn’t handle all this craziness by herself.

“But there’s something you should know...“

As you may have noticed I had more content planned for this chapter, but I had to cut it, cause I want to stick to ca. 2000 words per chapter. And this seemed like a good scene to make a cut. Next time, we'll start investigating together folks! <3

Taglist: @blackypurple @birdlovesafish @lighte01 @dawn-to-dusk-already @johnnydoras @livelovebughead @bugheadjones-the-third @lazydaizies @gershwinn @thesecretfandom

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #Life is strange AU #my fic #multi chapter #splinters in the fire

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