#letting the wolves rest (queue);

[wolfpackmuses-a]

Closed starter for @blxestar​

Crookedstar paced back and forth outside the nursery, glancing up at every sound and movement that occurred inside. He had been nervous all morning since Bluefur had begun to come down with kits just on the edge of the ThunderClan and RiverClan border and he cursed at himself for having had met her tonight, just for this to happen. He was annoyed, but he knew she was in good paws with Brambleberry and Mudfur, who was quickly becoming a very knowledgeable medicine cat, would help ease her pain and help with the kitting.

Brambleberry had basically been inside the nursery with Bluefur since she arrived with Crookedstar to RiverClan’s camp a few hours prior, with Mudfur running to and from the medicine cat den with herbs, sticks, and whatever else was needed. When Mudfur was busy, Crookedstar was more than happy to help, having gathered fresh moss and water for his mate, and of course better materials for her nest to make her more comfortable.

It had been a while since he had heard anything from inside the den and Mudfur had sent him away, so he could stop pacing back and forth worrying himself,

❝She’ll be fine, she’s in good paws, just trust me Crookedstar,❞ Mudfur had told him with a genuine smile,  ❝She’ll be fine, don’t worry.❞

And he had kept the medicine cat apprentice and Brambleberry to that. He had also kept to himself, trying to preoccupy himself with other things, meaning he had organized the dawn patrols, gotten the hunting parties together, and helped the mentors with what they should train their apprentices on for that day.

Cedarpelt had let him do so, knowing that Crookedstar wanted to keep busy, but the deputy padded up to Crookedstar after he was done, sitting beside him. He looked to the young leader, seeing his fur being spiked with worry, and a look of worry still plastered to his face.

Cedarpelt used his tail to smooth out his leader’s fur and to reassure his old apprentice,

❝Everything will be alright. . It’s green-leaf, she couldn’t have asked for a better time to have kits,❞ he whispered and Crookedstar nodded, giving a small sigh.

❝I know, I know, but after the other issues we’ve had, I j-❞ he was stopped mid-sentence by Cedarpelt, who had slapped his tail over Crookedstar’s muzzle,

❝She’ll. Be. Fine,❞ he said again, much more stern, to which Crookedstar nodded again, this time fully understanding. Cedarpelt dropped his tail and Crookedstar looked back across the clearing as Mudfur exited the nursery to fetch a bit more damp moss and quickly returned only a few minutes later into the den.

Crookedstar could only sit impatiently and wait. His nerves were getting the better of him and he was thinking of worse case scenarios the entire time. He didn’t know what to do or say, before a yowl broke his thoughts,

❝Crookedstar!❞ Brambleberry yowled from the nursery to him across the clearing.

Crookedstar scampered to his feet and sprinted across the clearing, being met by Brambleberry outside the nursery, Crookedstar giving her a worried look that quickly melted when he saw the prideful look on her face and the happiness that shone in her eyes,

❝Have a look,❞ she whispered to the leader,  ❝Two kits. One tom, one she-cat. I won’t spoil anything else, but Bluefur absolutely wants you to help name them.❞

Crookedstar smiled from one side of his crooked jaw to the other and dipped his head to Brambleberry, who returned the head dip with her own,

❝Thank you, Brambleberry,❞ he breathed and quickly moved his way into the den to meet his mate,

❝Well? How are they? What do they look lie? Are they already warriors?❞ Crookedstar asked excitedly as he moved over to his mate. He moved around the back side of her body, lying down, and then curling around her body with his own. He stuck his crooked right leg out, that still wasn’t healed fully, and looked at her with joy filling his heart and his body swimming with nervous feelings.

Mudfur looked on at the scene, giving a small purr of amusement,

❝I guess not even the strongest of leaders can hide their excitement about kits,❞ he commented with a chuckle, to which Crookedstar shot him a glance that was of slight annoyance with him, but it wasn’t mean spirited and Mudfur knew that.

❝Come on! I want to see them!❞ he breathed to Bluefur, excitement glittering in his eyes.

[wolfpackmuses]

@sparkles0n continued from x.

There were a few things Tokoyami generally knew how to do pretty well. He played the guitar, fought in combat with Dark Shadow, and so on, but something he had begun to pick up on more since he had gotten to U.A. was reading people. He certainly would say he wasn't the best at it, but with the number of times he's had to read people for different moves in combat was growing each and every day now.

But even with at least knowing a bit more about what to look for, it didn't always help him when other emotions began playing into the mix. But knowing now that there was the possibility of a traitor running around U.A. had put everyone on edge it seemed like. Everyone seemed to have their own thoughts on who it was, Tokoyami knew a few people thought he could possibly be the traitor, but something about Aoyama stood out to him. Just everything that had happened recently and the lack of Aoyama being at any of the League attacks or fights...

It made Tokoyami suspicious, at the least. And Tokoyami wasn't about to let his suspicions go unchecked.

But as he watched Aoyama for a reaction, the fact his face turned to shock and fear was starting to make Tokoyami wonder. Was Aoyama really the traitor Tokoyami suspected? Would one of their classmates really go out and give information to the League? And what gain would there be? Why would someone do it?

❝I apologize if I came off strong in the accusation, Aoyama, I am,❞ he replied watching him take a step back, ❝But I can't let my curiosity fail me and I'm not about to let you go idly by without at least figuring out what's been going on with you lately.❞

Maybe there was no real good way to go about this, but Tokoyami knew that he had already made a first move. There was no backing down from the accusation unless Aoyama was able to prove his innocence. Which... Tokoyami, at least part of him, still doubted.

❝Why have you not been seen while we've been in combat with the League? They've been breathing down our necks for the entire time we've been here and you don't seem to make an appearance to help us out,❞ he stated in a cold manner as he took a step towards Aoyama, ❝Everyone has been worried sick about what happens if the League gets their hands on us, but even Katsuki and myself have continued fighting after our close encounter...❞

He stops after taking a few steps towards Aoyama, maybe just a few inches away as his eyes continue to glare at him.

❝The League themselves have tried to come after me again, I know they have. They want someone from our class, whether it be Katsuki, myself, Deku... They know how strong we are...❞

[aouiaa]

[✶] — YOUTUBER!ELLIE HEADCANNONS

DISCLAIMERS & WARNINGS — EIGHTEEN PLUS, Mentions of pooping + Cursing (Girl cursing like she just learned) + Mention of hand pics (I think that’s it).

AUTHORS NOTE, took fucking forever to make that image, but i love it. — inspo layout: @andersonfilms :3

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who is blatantly honest on youtube. It’s scary.

She’s playing a random indie video game she found on steam, and giving her commentary as usual. Until there’s a sudden cut and she’s now in different clothes than the previous and she goes on to explain why.

“Hey, guys. Sorry, I had to take a massive shit, but guess who survived? This guy!” she says with a comical smile while pointing at herself before unpausing the game and playing as if nothing happened.

But for some reason, Youtuber!Ellie can’t let go that she pooped.

“But yeah, guys, like, shit, that fucker was begging to come out, so I’m sorry if I was acting different. I was clenching my asshole.”

How charming….ANYWAYS.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie’s videos who have these stupid sound effects or pop-up memes for certain scenes.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie having a resting bitch face when she’s focused.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who cusses too much even in her intro, she’s literally cussing.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who got a warning from YouTube themselves for it.

Imaging Youtuber!Ellie who literally said “Fuck that, I’m not following Youtube’s rules.” and continued cussing until she realized that she was getting less ads on her videos to which she decided to do a test. To see if her subscribers would notice if she did a full video, not cursing.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who’s laughing while reading the comments on the video.

DarthVaderfan101: “Yo, y’all noticed how Ellie didn’t cuss once?”

Quacketyquack12: “Great vid btw no cussing?! THAT’S A FIRST!”

Elliesprettygirl: Sooo when’s our wedding?

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who does eventually swallows her pride and abides by Youtube’s rules.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie whose user is some cringe 2011 based name; Ellieswolfgang.

God, I can just fucking imagine Youtuber!Ellie intro and how it would correlate with the user.

“Yo! What’s up my little wolves! *Queue the wolf howling* We are back with another video and today we’re playing another puppet combo game!”

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who thinks it’s too hilarious, and doesn’t change the username. And it’s always funny to see people every now and then comment about it.

Iloveellieswolfgang: “Woah, are we apart of your pack or something?”

Ellieswolfgang: Yeah, if you’re subscribed then you’re a part of the gang.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who has the most funniest responses when replying to fans.

Wolfgangnation: “Yo, Ellieswolfgang! 👋”

Ellieswolfgang: “Yo, Wolfgangnation!”

Dyk3ang3l: AHHHH I LITERALLY JUMPED WHEN I SAW YOUR NOTIFICATION POP UP ON MY PHONE JEHDBSHAS

Ellieswolfgang: Ma’am, this is a library.

les4elliewilliams: So why is your name, Ellieswolfgang?

Ellieswolfgang: I don’t know, les4elliewilliams. Why is yours, les4elliewilliams?

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who wakes up at the asscrack of dawn—her words—to make Youtube videos, and edits them before eight am.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who is known for her out of pocket humor.

“That isn’t a guy! That’s an ass with eyes!”

“GodDAMN, that bitch can lick three assholes from that tongue.”

Imaging Youtuber!Ellie who asks her followers on twitter to send her funny videos or scary videos to react to.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who flinched so hard while watching a scary video a subscriber sent, she fell off her chair.

Gamerpro121: “Surprised she didn’t fall off her chair this time LMAOO

Ellieswolfgang: Literally the lowest point in my life… 💔

Gamerpro121: Oh shit, sorry man.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who has to explain her jokes from time to time because some boomer doesn’t get it.

Ellieswolfgang: No, not actually. 😭 nvm..

Gamerpro121: Oh…OHHHH

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who was shocked when her merch quickly sold out after minutes of it just being released.

“Holy fuck, thank you guys for selling out my merch?! Didn’t expect that shit to happen! Man, y’all attacked it like flies attacking shit!”

Charming as always…

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who sometimes blogs, showing her day to day life, going to the gym, running errands, rating foods from restaurants, etc.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who reacts to edits her fans make of her and is also shocked how many people love her hands.

“Woah, fuck youtube, Ima start selling hand pics. Missing the real bag here.”

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who collabs with her best friend Jesse, playing GTA, Minecraft, cod, and whatever games that her subscribers suggest since they love their dynamic.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie’s fans who love her dynamic with Jesse because they’re always talking shit to each other.

“You dumbass! That guy was right in front of you!” Ellie yells at Jesse who just got them killed during a 1v1 on Fortnite.

“How is this my fault? It’s not my fault, you suck!”

“Says you! A blind three year old can play better than you.”

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who makes a video reading hate comments.

Allthegirlslove: “Ellie looks like she smells like shit!”

“Well…Allthegirlslove, new flash, All the girls don’t love you because they’re too busy watching my videos.” She says with a smirk, “And new flash,” she stops and sniffles herself, “I just shower before making this video, thank you very much.”

The video cuts and starts again of her showing the cologne she uses, “This is what I use, buy one and spray it in ya ass!”

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who actually dresses to impress when she’s about to record a new video.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who has her serious moments on the channel and that’s when the true love and support come into light. And she is truly grateful for the fans who can put the joking aside and just be there for her.

Youtuber!Ellie who genuinely loves how far her channel has come since she first started, and genuinely appreciates everyone who helped her meet her milestones.

FIRST PART - NEXT PART

TAGLIST ; @dyk3ang3l, @elliesprettygirl, @les4elliewilliams, @ellies2fingers, @r3starttt, @slut4mascss, @marsworlddd, @bready101

ELLIES TAGLIST ; @herelieskrisy, @mikellie, @slaysksmska, @mina-281, @teawithnosugar, @kitkatkittycat111

[wolfpackmuses]

There was almost a scoff that came from Sakamata after a few moments of simply having watched Katsuki get thrown halfway across the arena. Apparently, he had not been paying attention when the lesson was about surprising your opponent, something that he had noted Katsuki was not the best at. But, at the end of the day, that was why he was here as well. To learn better tactics to use when becoming a hero.

Whether or not he would ever actually use any of the things that they had taught him in the remedial was up for debate. But, at the end of the day, Sakamata simply just cared if the point got across. He just wanted to know whoever was there had understood why what they were teaching was important. Which... was an uphill battle against Katskui.

But it was a challenge that Sakamata was happy to take on.

❝If you had been paying attention to what I had been saying, you'd understand it wasn't for no reason,❞ he explained and crossed his arms as he watched him get back to his feet, ❝This lesson is all about surprise attacks and how to attack your enemy when they don't know you're coming. It was something that had been noted for you during the exam.❞

Truth be told, Sakamata didn't really think Katsuki was going to take anything he said into account. He probably would just keep getting thrown around and complaining which, was, well... on par to a degree. But, he didn't care how long it took so long as the message got across. It may not be a short session, he knew that, but Sakamata was in it for the long haul.

❝And if you think that's the last time you'll be tossed around this session, you'd be wrong,❞ he remarked, ❝It isn't my fault if you don't know how to properly sneak up on an enemy.❞

@wolfpackmuses / hi <3 (for gang orca!)

❛ wh- but i ain't even done anything yet! what the hell?! ❜ katsuki frantically pulls himself up onto his feet after being tossed aside, again, in the remedials. a scowl takes over his face quickly. ❛ i ain't for throwin' around on a whim! ❜

[sethsclearwater]

How about Poly Paul and Jared running a training session for the pack in Sam’s absence and being super tough on them so Embry or Jacob or Quil sneak off to get reader and she tells them off for being mean and they’re all pouty about it? I’m obsessed with this duo, they are everything I dreamed they would be!!!

"y/n," quil whined as he came up to the porch of emily's house, dramatically flopping down in front of you, eliciting a series of giggles from you. you set your book down on the table next to you, leaning forward in the rocking chair you were sitting on to get a better look at the boy on the floor in front of you.

"what's wrong?" you giggled, smiling down at him when he let out a dramatic sigh before looking up at you.

"your boy toys, and i mean this in the nicest way possible, are mean as fuck and i think they're literally going to be the reason half of us perish from heat stroke," he explained theatrically before sitting up to lean back on his elbows while he looked around for a bottle of water.

you hummed, quickly handing him your hydroflask so he could have a few sips, "you said they're being mean?" you asked, curious to know what exactly paul and jared were doing to the rest of the pack while sam left them in charge.

quil nodded as he took a massive sip from your hydroflask, letting out a heavy sigh of relief when he swallowed before continuing, "they're like bitching us out for not working hard enough. no joke i think they're off their rockers or something because everyone is dying out there," he explained before taking another massive glug of water while he waited for you to come up with some kind of solution to his problem.

you hummed as you thought about what to do about it, "you guys are just working right past the tree line, right? jared said you all wouldn't be far," you asked, already having a fully thought out plan about how you were going to tell them off for acting absolutely nuts.

you weren't totally sure how quil had managed to get out of there without jared or paul picking up on what his plans were considering they could all read each other's thoughts but you guessed it didn't really matter since he was here now.

"yea we're literally like right over there," he explained, pointing his finger at the tree line and, as if on queue, embry and jacob's wolves came barrelling through the tree line as they fought each other.

you rolled your eyes, "can you come with me to make sure i don't get wiped out by one of these fools?" you asked, turning you attention back to quil who eagerly nodded, happy to know you were going to be dealing with this problem on his behalf.

the two of you got up then, quil taking one last massive gulp of your water before the two of you were walking over to the tree line. he made sure to stay right in front of you in case one of the wolves did accidentally slam into you.

lucky for you, no wolves hit you and the two of you came into the clearing within a minute and you immediately narrowed your eyes at paul and jared who were currently in their wolf forms, both easily towering over the rest of the wolves (minus jacob who you guessed was about the same size as them).

"what the hell are you two doing?" you asked as you walked over to them, all the rest of the pack immediately bouncing around by quil when the realized quil had managed to get you to help them out.

jared was the first to cave, immediately letting out a low whine as he lowered his head in front of you, bowing so he was in a sort of downward dog position. you sighed, turning your attention to paul who looked more disgruntled than anything, "you two are idiots if you think any of these people will listen to you OR trust your decision making abilities if you're mean to them," you ranted, glaring at paul who let out a whine, similar to jared's when he realized you were actually kind of irritated with them.

"and i know both of you are more than qualified to do a good job leading these clowns while sam is out for the day but you two can't seriously think any of these people will actually want to listen to a word you say if you don't treat them with the same respect and kindness they all show you two," you finished, crossing your arms over your chest as you raised an eyebrow at paul, not even the slightest bit concerned that he was easily towering over you in his wolf form.

it was silent for a moment, you and paul just staring at each other while you waited for the other to budge. paul was the first to concede though, letting out a low whine as he also dropped his head so he was in the same downward dog-ish position your other imprinter was in.

you let out a soft sigh, threading your fingers into both of their fur to gently scratch at their heads, "that's what i thought," you murmured, a hint of teasing in your voice that had quil letting out a breathy laugh from behind you, absolutely awestruck that you managed to knock some sense into both of them in record time.

paul let out a low growl as quil's laughter and you just quietly shushed him, "now can we all go inside? it's getting late and emily is just finishing up dinner and i don't wanna fuck up her schedule," you explained, smiling when both boys lifted their heads to nod at you, the rest of the pack quickly trotting to the tree line so they could phase back and get changed.

you sighed, pressing a quick kiss to both of their heads, "i love you both but you two are seriously the biggest idiots i know sometimes," you murmured after the rest of the pack had phased back, giggling when jared rolled his eyes, "okay i'll meet you back at the house?" you asked softy, smiling when both boys nodded and quickly headed behind the trees so they could phase and get changed.

[brown-little-robin]

1, 9, and 24?

1: What are you reading now?

let's go with fanfictions for this one, since I talked about actual books last time someone asked this. I'm in the middle of a third reread of he's bad news but i'm no better, a JoJo's Bizarre Adventure AU where Kakyoin and Jotaro team up and go on an evil sight-seeing trip instead of joining the rest of the Crusaders in the name of Justice. It's one of the funniest and cleverest things I've ever read, thus the multiple rereads. Also in my fanfiction reading queue, proceeding at a more leisurely pace, are The End, a 45-chapter post-canon Trigun wrap-up, and 朝ご飯のある静物・Asagohan no Aru Seibutsu (Still Life with Breakfast), a mp100 post-canon fic that I'm savoring slowly.

9: What are you craving right now?

honestly, a shower.... and to make more wolves......

24: Last thing you fixed with duct tape?

I don't think I've ever done that. last use of tape was to put up some posters on my wall :]

[romirola]

Mini-Excerpt Monday

Now that my Floofy reblog series has concluded (at least for now!), I think it’s time to queue up another snippet of my current WIP! Tagged by @ejunkiet and @persephotea to share some stuff last week. Thank you thank you, dear friends! 

This excerpt is from what will be a long fic that features a variety of Redacted characters and revolves around the wolfpack having (suddenly and mysteriously!) experienced a power swap. (Find the other snippets I’ve released here and here, if you like.) 

Tagging ANYONE WHO’D LIKE TO SHARE THEIR WORK and a special shoutout, without pressure, to @floofdeloop, @theflowersaremine, @itsdaifuku, @dominimoonbeam, @lovelylonerliterature, @freyamendelssohn, and @belovedbow!

“Well, you don’t have to give him treats if you don’t want to,” Asher grumbled. He followed closer at Milo’s heels, slipping into the apartment and shutting the door behind them.

Aggro bumped his head into Milo’s foot, purring all the while. 

“Yes I do,” Milo countered, reaching down to greet Aggro. “ Because you said the word! He’s smart, and recognized it. Look how psyched up he is.” 

Aggro meowed in earnest, parading around Asher’s legs to welcome his frequent guest into his territory.  

“See?” Milo gave a wave towards the handsome cat. “It’d be a tease if I didn’t follow through on your promise.” He dipped his gaze to Aggro. “Alright, alright,” he agreed, feigning annoyance at the idea of giving Aggro a treat when, in reality, Milo looked for any excuse to make his cat happy. He dropped to a knee so that he could untie his boots. “Just let me get these off and I’ll grab you a salmon greenie.” 

Asher followed Milo’s lead, kicking his own boots off without bothering to untie the laces. 

Once Milo had his boots perfectly placed on the personalized mat that read “Home is Where the Cat Is” in white block lettering off to the side of the front door, he stood up and surveyed his home. “Sweetheart, I’m home!” he announced, taking Aggro into his arms as he stood up. Aggro quickly adjusted himself so that his back paws were firmly supported by Milo’s palm, and his front paws curled around Milo’s arm, as if peering over the edge of a cliff. Milo held him carefully, letting Aggro’s back rest against his chest. 

Asher took his chance to pet the affectionate gray cat. “Aww, that’s a good little wolf-cat,” he crooned. Aggro flipped his cheek so that Asher kneaded in a better spot. It was hard for this human to know the intricacies of petting, but Aggro was a benevolent cat who didn’t mind directing Asher to all the best spots. Judging by the way Asher smelled, the poor guy didn’t have a cat to take care of him, so Aggro wanted to do his part to help the taller, jumpy human who always seemed to make Milo happy when he visited. “And I’m here, too, Inspector Clouseau!” Asher added, using the friendly nickname he had adopted for Sweetheart once he learned that they had a soft spot for The Pink Panther. “How was work?”

“Milo? A-Asher?” 

Asher and Milo followed the weary voice that sounded like a shadow of Sweetheart, stepping forward so that they could view the couch. Both wolves found Sweetheart lying across the cushion, curled into a ball with their head half-covered by a pillow. They were still wearing their work clothes, which only added to Milo’s worry. Usually, the first thing Sweetheart did when they arrived home was change into their own clothing. Their messenger bag sat on its side at the other end of the couch, their green jacket spilling out a half-zipped pocket.

Milo passed Aggro to Asher, who stayed close, not wanting to interfere or to overwhelm Sweetheart, but ready to jump into the fray at a moment’s notice. Aggro contentedly settled into the beta’s arms, cradled like a baby.

“Sweetheart?” Milo dropped to a knee beside the couch, settling the back of his hand on Sweetheart’s cheek. A sheen of sweat shined across their skin. “Hey, I’m right here. What’s wrong?” 

“My head,” Sweetheart cried, trying in vain to bury themselves further into the couch, like if they could just fade away into oblivion, maybe then their agony would cease. “My head, it hurts. S-So bad.” 

[preaching-to-the-fire]

Preaching to the Fire (HH Adam x OC)

Chapter 6 — Stitches

Masterpost (info, tags, index) | [~2 370 words]

Before they leave the studio, Adam makes a point of letting the rat demon know he is starving again. Fortunately, Valska succeeds to puppy-eye the favour out of Nicolas.

"Fine," he'd said. "I'll call them. What do you want?"

— Ensued a two-minutes-long list of Adam's cravings.

When they reach the flat, plenty of food waits for them at the door — and to avoid stepping outside even then, Valska has it all brought up to the flat via the goods lift. She insists that they eat in the bedroom again because, she says, the rest of the apartment is too much of a mess. Adam shrugs, not sure how it's a problem.

As long as he gets to feast on all the wonders they ordered, they could be eating in the fucking toilets and he wouldn't mind. And it's exactly what he does : he wolves down all the burgers, sushi, fries, tacos, fried chicken, flavours crackling on his tongue, coming close to foodgasm.

Meanwhile, he notices, Valska barely eats. They're busy with their phone, tail whipping, foot stomping lightly, she mumbles to herself, pauses, goes back to her phone, caught in deep thinking. When he's finally full, Adam starts to get annoyed that they're so dismissive of his presence.

He burps and scratches his chin.

"Watcha doing ?"

"Thinking of the concert," she mumbles. Then she seems to remember it's him she's talking to, and says, more light-heartedly. "Your first appearance on a hellish stage. Must be prepared! Must be perfect!"

She jumps up on her feet and starts pacing around the room.

"Tomorrow we gotta find the song you're gonna sing, practice it as much as possible, include you to the concert's routine, issue new posters, and !" She turns to him. "We really, really need to something about this."

Her clawed finger is pointing at his face.

"Why change the mask though?"

He doesn't mind that it's broken. It has an edge.

"Not that it freaks me and most of Hell's inhabitants out," Valska says with an apologetic smile. "Although, you know— it does. But for both our sakes, I think it's better no-one knows who you are when you'll be performing. Let's not forget you are the leader of a genocide, krkr. We wouldn't want some rightfully vengeful demon to jump on stage and slit your throat, uh? Accidents like these are rather commonplace here," they say, matter-of-factly.

Then they add, for themself, voice low : "It'd also spare me the backlash. Can't exactly bet the Overlords will be keen on the idea of me producing you."

Adam shrugs. Didn't like politics in Heaven, doesn't like them any more in Hell. Well. Unless it lets him have his fun.

"As long as I have a mask on."

"It's part of your persona. I wouldn't dare take it away."

Adam slips a hand under his t-shirt and rubs his stomach when he suddenly winces.

"Argh! What the fuck?"

He looks down at his hand and his heart skips a beat : red blood.

"... No," he lets out, breathless.

Valska immediately appears in front of him, although it's not really him they seem to be worried about.

"Aaah man, not my 50th anniversary t-shirt !" they whine. They inspect, not exactly daring to touch Adam. Then she raises a hand to calm him (or herself) down. "Alright, don't panick, I'll fix you right up, I just, just--"

She looks around and clicks her fingers. Adam opens wide eyes as a little queue of rats appear at the door and trott up to her, carrying compresses and everything.

He sticks out his tongue in disgust when the small rodents jump on Valska's legs and climb up on her shoulders and head. They grab the medical supplies from their little mouths and crouches before Adam. He notices their tail whips right and left in small, nervous movements. She frowns.

"Can you. Well."

She gestures at his body.

He wants to make a joke about how he'd usually make her beg for that kind of thing, but worry twists his gut, so he shuts up instead and raises the t-shirt up to his neck, swallowing hard. He doesn't want to see the red blood there.

He waits, feeling as they pull softly on the bandages to make an idea of the mess underneath. She doesn't linger.

"That's a really deep wound…" she says in a lifeless voice. "I expected your hellbirth to heal you, as it should've, so I only put a bandage to slow the bleeding but... I didn't expect it to stay open."

Adam risks an eye down at her. No half smile, no malicious eyes. The worry there doesn't reassure him one bit. She seems to notice his gaze and rakes a hand through her hair.

"Uhm... Let's just... I'll just stitch you up and we'll see how it goes."

"Ugh..." moans Adam, pulling a face. "Alright. Do what you gotta."

She takes a needle out of the mouth of one of her companions

"Woah, wait, isn't that supposed to be sterilised or something?" worries Adam.

"Hey! Rats are very clean animals, okay?"

"Sure."

He rolls his eyes and stretches one of his long finger towards the needle — a spark crackles at its tip, then disappears.

Valska's ears shoot up and their rats squeal and hide at their feet.

"Gner, fuck," Adam mumbles. He shakes his hand and tries again. The spark becomes a higher flame than expected, which surprises him and Valska both. Finally, he tames it into a smaller flame and drowns the needle in it.

When he's done, he winces and lies back. "Okay. Do your thing."

"Uh... Okay."

They shake their curls and lean in above him. First he feels their fingers push lightly against his stomach, around the wound. Again, he wants to make a joke to dismiss his vulnerability but can't think of any. Then, without warning, the needle pierces his skin.

"FUCK!"

He sits upright. Valska lets out a squeaking sound and raises both hands to rake her cheeks.

"DON'T MOVE YOU IDIOT, ARE YOU STUPID??!"

"THAT FUCKING HURTS, BITCH!"

"IT'S A NEEDLE, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT??!"

"JUST WARN A GUY, AT LEAST!!"

Adam looks down. The needle's still stuck right through two patches of skin, his skin. He lets out a high-pitched cry :

"Oh my fucking-- FUCK!"

"I know, I know !" whines Valska. "This is the worst… ! Your hellbirth will make all the pain so much stronger… But it was supposed to have healed all your wounds, too! I don't get it!"

Adam breathes in then out, loud. "Alright. Alright. I ain't no pussy. This is fine. Just-- get on with it."

"You sure?"

"Yep. Just fucking do it. I can totally take it, eh."

She leans in again, keeping an eye on him. "Okay but don't move or I'll slit your gut open. Now, I'm going to touch you. This is me warning you."

He feels their hold as they reach for the needle, so he lets out a long, loud, dry breath. He doesn't feel too much at first. Then--

"FUCK!!--okay no, stop, I can't take it, I can't take it!"

Valska steps backwards, claws raking their hair in worry. "But I can't just leave it like that. It'll only get worse." They pace around the room, tap their foot nervously. Eventually she turns to him and says : "Look. Do you do morphine?"

Adam shoots a look at them. His mask buzzes, and they somewhat recoil.

"Really bitch? What dyou think I am, a fucking schoolgirl?"

"That a yes ?"

"Of course I do morphine! For fuck's sake! Why didn't you start with that! Get it out!"

She exits the room with a frown and when she comes back a minute later with a small tray stamped with smiley faces, he questions :

"What, the rats couldn't do it for you?"

"Never," they shoot back immediately. "My kids ain't going anywhere near that shit."

He raises an eyebrow at that.

"Woah kids, really? Okay. Rat-hugger," he mumbles.

They walk up to him and hand him the tray like they're eager to get rid of it. He casts a critical look at the single line of powder.

"Uh--you're serious? What's that? I ain't fucking cherry, you're gonna have to double it if you want it to actually kick in."

"Hellbirth, moron, how many times do I have to spell it out for ya?" they frown. "It'll kick right in, trust me."

Maybe it's just him but he feels his bull-like ears shiver as his mask translates the hurt in his ego. "Don't call me fucking moron, bitch, shut the fuck up," he mumbles. He can't think anything else to come up with.

He raises his mask and sniffs the line in one go.

"Fuck," he groans, pushing on one nostril. "Didn't remember it stung so much."

Valska goes back to their chair and sits down. Two rats slide down her arms.

"Now wait," she says, petting one rodent. "It's your first time so it should kick in pretty quickly."

Adam lets out a shivery chuckle and waits, slowly grasping the implications. He doesn't remember the first time he did this. Hell, drugs didn't even exist back in Eden. So really he thinks, he's been a real saint all throughout his life.

And at least half of his death. Geez. These had been the boring days.

The rat demon was right; the morphine kicks in quickly and hard enough too. He feels a little lighter, or number. But he also feels unusually anxious. Suddenly he remembers he's not in Heaven, not with someone he knows — he's not in control, as he usually is.

His fingers start drumming on the bed.

"Where's my axe?" he asks all of a sudden, loud.

Valska raises an eyebrow at him and motions at the instrument laying by the bed, on his right.

"Oh. Uh, right."

He leans in, curses at the pain, grabs the thing and sits back up, cursing some more. He starts strumming, mechanical, automatic.

"You know," he sneers. "Usually when a girl got me screaming in bed it's for slightly different reasons."

The rat demon's ears first wriggle in confusion. Then, when they understand, their nose wrinkles and their tail whips faster, and Adam notices all of it with sadistic satisfaction. Valska jumps on their feet and casts a mean look at him.

"Strumming, breathing hard, feeling flirty — I'll take it one line was enough and it's working out just fine already. Let's get on with it."

She grabs the needle again and, as he's sitting on the bed, crouches in front of him.

"Cand you ditch the guitar or am I supposed to sew the strings together with your gut??"

Adam gives her the frown and smug smile he knows will drive them crazy. He strums louder.

"You--! Ugh. Ókei," she mumbles and shakes her curls.

Valska resumes the sewing with impressive skill, despite the guitar blocking much of her view. For Adam, it doesn't matter that he has to hold the guitar right below his neck like he's Johnny fucking Cash — he has to put up a front.

Especially when she's literally between his legs, he thinks, and somewhere he feels a twitch but he winces as his hand derails and the guitar screams. Valska stays remarkably calm, if not for their ears shooting up.

They're already halfway through and he didn't feel anything.

"Looks like you did that a lot."

The words stumble out of his mouth and he feels breathless. He stops playing, tosses the guitar aside and takes off the mask completely. Damn it, he thinks, he's done this more times than he can count but this really does feel like... The first time. Fucking hellbirth.

"I started in the sewers," the rat demon grins. "As every rat does. You better know how to fix yourself or ain't nobody gonna do it for you."

She glances up at him and realises he's ditched the mask. They stare into his golden-rimmed, red eyes maybe a second too long.

"You're fixing me up though," Adam says.

"I need my future rockstar up and running for the concert," they say focusing back on the wound. "Don't get attached, big boy."

"Pfft, sure."

And he ain't getting attached, really he isn't. But despite his better instinct, deep down, he likes being taken care of.

Eve used to do that for him. Wrap him in her golden arms, her long fluffy hair gently brushing his shoulders. She never had to stitch him back together though.

He presses a hand against his forehead. He doesn't want to think of Eve.

"I mean, you're the one between my legs."

This time it's not the needle but their claws that dig through his sides, and he winces slightly.

"Shut up."

"Why? It's alright babe, you're not the first one lusting all over me," he smiles smugly.

"You fucking wish!" Valska shoots back, ears drawn backwards. They crack a sadistic smile: "You couldn't handle this rat in bed even if they let you try, angel. And I don't do virgins anyway," they end on a teasing note, shrugging.

Adam frowns. The statement takes time to process. Did they just call him a virgin? He's about to bark back at her but she's up on her feet already.

"Aight, we're done here. Be careful with that. You just went through a rough couple of days so that fix is gonna knock you right out."

Adam grabs his guitars and lies back, starts strumming again, louder and faster. He's feeling sleepy but doesn't want to fall asleep before them.

Valska stands there a second too long. Their look strays across the fallen angel's body and they feel a shiver crawling up their spine.

Meeting his look, they immediately know he's dropping off. And something in those lethargic eyes trying to fight the sleepiness away, like a prey knowing there's danger around, wakes a craving in their own gut. The first man is at their mercy, it would be so easy to--

She shakes her curls and lets out a dry breath.

"Get some sleep. You better be up to my expectations tomorrow."

"Like I ain't already," says Adam with a twisted smile.

Crossing the door, she says :

"Haltu kjafti, angel!"

[wolfpackmuses-a]

Original Art by truegrittart on Instagram

[gptwrites]

Sorrow’s Road

Prompt:  The band will set off towards Naevalon. However, they must travel a path that may be dangerous. What road do they take, and where do they travel through? What do they meet along the way, and what are the obstacles they must overcome? Tell the story in first person. Include witty dialog and banter along the way. Pace yourself. We can tell this story in multiple responses - my queue to keep going will be "continue". Output: 

As we set off on our journey towards Naevalon, the heart of the elven realm, I can't help but feel a mixture of excitement and apprehension. We have chosen to take the Sorrow's Road, a winding route that snakes through treacherous mountains and dense forests. Despite the risks, we know that this is the fastest way to reach our destination.

Our first challenge comes as we traverse the Jagged Peaks, a series of treacherous mountain passes riddled with jagged rocks and steep cliffs. We tread carefully, our every step measured and deliberate, knowing that one misstep could lead to our doom.

"I don't know about you," Lylia quips, her voice steady despite the precarious footing, "but I'm starting to think that 'Jagged Peaks' was a bit of an understatement."

Thorgar chuckles, his deep voice echoing through the mountains. "Aye, lass. Whoever named these mountains wasn't one for subtlety."

As we descend from the mountains, we enter the Whispering Woods, a vast forest where the trees are said to hold the memories of the land. The deeper we venture, the more disorienting our surroundings become, with trees shifting and rearranging themselves as we pass.

"Does anyone else feel like we're being watched?" Ruk asks, his voice low and uneasy.

Alaric glances around, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "Stay alert, everyone. We can't afford to let our guard down."

It is here that we encounter a pack of spectral wolves, their ghostly forms slipping in and out of the shadows. As we fight fiercely, Elara calls out, "Remember, strike at their essence, not their form!"

Ruk grunts, swinging his massive axe at the nearest wolf. "Easier said than done, elf!"

We eventually force the pack to retreat, leaving us battered but alive. We press onward, weary but determined, our path leading us through the desolate Barrens. This desolate landscape, once a thriving forest, was laid waste by a mysterious cataclysm centuries ago.

Thorgar surveys the landscape, shaking his head. "It's a shame, really. To think that this place was once teeming with life..."

Lylia smirks, trying to lighten the mood. "At least we won't have to worry about getting lost in the woods this time."

As we traverse the Barrens, we come across a caravan of nomadic traders, who offer us respite and a chance to replenish our supplies. We exchange stories and share a meal with them, grateful for their kindness and company in this harsh land.

Over the course of the meal, one of the traders shares a particularly amusing tale. "And then the goblin king tripped over his own robe and fell face-first into the wedding cake!" The table erupts into laughter, and even Alaric cracks a smile.

Afterward, as we continue our journey, we remain vigilant, knowing that we must face whatever obstacles still await us in the heart of Naevalon.

[jungkussyficrecs]

Jungkussyrecs OT7 x Reader AO3 Recommendations

◦ Before I Leave You by hollyhumbug

In a world where betas are rare, valuable, and often have more than one pack; Beta Min Yoongi does everything he can to keep his mafia heritage a secret from his primary pack. Little does he know he's not the only one who's living a double life.

or

Someone always has to leave first; They just didn’t expect Yoongi to come back with a new omega (who's clearly been through some shit).

“You have to understand- it wasn’t that simple.”

“Make me understand then!- See? This is why I’m angry! You won’t even tell me now when I'm fucking dying over you, suffocating under the weight of things you just won’t say- and you don’t even care!”

PLEASE READ THE TAGS.

◦ All the Stars Series by trivia ghosts

It's summer in Seoul. You didn't expect much to happen during your nights working at a coffee shop, but somehow, giving some dude a sandwich twined your fate with seven hungry boys more tightly than you could have ever imagined.

This series is focused on personal growth and coming of age; smut is minimal.

◦ Abundance by angelicyoongie

You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don't get along – but all want to stay with you. Yeah, it turns out crazy is an understatement.

◦ in your roots by sweetsanityy

Jungkook is the perfect alpha, a little too perfect. Being the youngest in Bangtan, a group full of alpha's, friction has been happening between him and the boys. He's too strong, too dominating, too wild, and too much for Bangtan to handle. The perfect solution? An omega just for himself. You happen to be the perfect candidate.

But the other boys want a taste of you as well.

Or, you're hired to be an omega for Jungkook to take care of, and maybe he and the rest of the boys get too attached.

◦ PROVE IT by lemonaches (@xherxx on tumblr)

No one likes endings. But sometimes, it’s what everyone needs the most in order to begin again. When everything’s over and done but the circumstances just won’t let you live in peace, how do you breathe in the same air with your ex—or exes—again? Continuous shit things happen. And all you’re left to do is prove them that you’ve happily moved on. “Easy peasy lemon squeezy!” you chant, taking on the challenge. How hard can that be, right?!

◦ Giving a Hand by orphan_account

You work as a sex worker in a hotel, where you offer hand jobs to your clients. Is a good job, and you don't mind it a bit, especially since the money is good. Then, you get an offer to work for seven boys. Now you give hand jobs to seven of the most popular idols in the world, and get paid for it, what else could you ask for?

◦ The Untouchables by Golden Closet Muse

Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook—seven spoiled, rich boys who always get what they want. Only, this time, what they all want is you. And they have to have that, too.

◦ A Place Called Home by AGUSTDAKASUGA

Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn��t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

◦ You Never Walk Alone by AGUSTDAKASUGA

You live a quiet life in your late grandfather’s cabin in the woods. You go to school just to graduate and get your diploma, not to make friends or stand out from the crowd. That was until one day, you enter your home to see a pack of wolves that need shelter

. . .

OK SO someone asked for ot7 x reader and I wanted to get some recs out there ASAP so these are some from ao3 because I know I need to dig for some tumblr ot7 x reader recs (if anyone wants, feel free to comment your faves) Hope this helps and I'll definitely try to add some more into my queue.

[gryffindorkxdraws]

J A C K U N Z E L // Modern AU

Jack Frost x Rapunzel Corona

“Dance with me!” Rapunzel laughed as she twirled around Jack.

They were in her room, abandoning all kinds of assignments and projects as soon as they saw their song next in queue. Though they laughed at first when a spotify ad played through the bluetooth speakers, and Jack teased her for being too poor to afford premium (she wasn’t, but she couldn’t bother to get it).

“Ha, only if you can keep up.” He grinned as he followed her. “Can you?”

“My, such a question to ask a lady! Has no one thought you manners?”

“Sorry ma’am, but I was raised by wolves, y’see?”

Rapunzel’s eyes sparkled as they clapped their hands and spun around once more, mimicking a medieval dance of sorts they did in one of their theatrical plays at school. As soon as the song hit the chorus, they moved about like someone placed them on 2x speed on video. They went faster and faster, even jumping and kicking their feet up in the air, until someone stumbled and latched on to the other for support.

They couldn’t tell who did it, or caused the fall, not when they were too busy laughing out loud on the bed they crashed into. Not wanting to end the moment just yet, they sang the rest of the song. This prompted Jack to led her to jump on her now unmade bed as they screamed- their singing just turned into a screaming fest somehow- their hearts out.

Suddenly, the four corners of the wall wasn’t enough to contain such boundless excitement and energy. They had too much to let out after all. With the rest of the afternoon unplanned, the two held hands and raced out of the room for whatever it is they have in mind next.

for @jackunzel-time‘s event, week 3

[wolfpackmuses]

As it stands, if you would like to remain mutuals by the end of the night or tomorrow, you have about three hours to like this before I close this off and have my list of who to keep around.

I'm making this sort and sweet:

I am doing a cleanout of my mutuals/following list. If you are currently a mutual and would like to remain a mutual, please like this post so I do not remove you.

I will periodically be reblogging this post over the coming days just so everyone, hopefully, who is a mutual with me has the opportunity to see it and consider if they would like to remain mutuals or not. This does not mean I wouldn't like to become mutuals again in the future. However, I know there are people out there who may not be as interested in interacting with me at the moment.

With that said, if you yourself decide you no longer wish to be mutuals, that is absolutely fine, and feel free to softblock me. If anyone ever wants to become mutuals again, just let me know and I will be happy to consider it.

If there are any questions, please let me know. Thanks y'all!

[darkmoonravewolf]

Getting dumb ideas about an au I want to write for the owl house. I'm trying to finish wips but like... I keep getting thoughts.

I want to write a simple story, not even that long of like a slightly older cast (maybe beta lookin) in the modern world. No angst or drama, just a goofy thing.

Luz is a monster lover and loves going to sightings and the woods with the crew. What she doesn't realize is that everyone else that she's friends with is a monster, trying thier best to keep her safe from getting lost or injured whenever she goes to these places. Not cause of the monsters but because she's just clumsy.

She only realizes they're monsters because she saw some huge wolves playing in the woods and the smallest one broke thier paw. The next morning, her girlfriend says she can't visit her because she broke her leg while messing around with her siblings late at night.

Queue her screaming in her room when she realizes her werewolf girlfriend has beta read some of her werewolf fanfiction.

She slowly starts noticing more and more of her friends habits as being clues. (Ex: Gus never seemed to eat lunch with them and when he did eat with them it was mostly meat with a red smoothie and Willow always wore long pants and with something to cover up her ears.)

She tries to stop herself from freaking out but can't control herself with how much she wants to ask questions so now she's trying to control her urges to bug her friends and maybe also stop being down bad for werewolf amity

...

Clawthornes are harpys! Lilith actually works at the Highschool as a counselor for other mythic creatures while Eda runs an antique shop with a bar in it that actually somehow works.

Willow is a faun with a rare ability to speak to plants. It's kinda hard to hide deer hooves shoes but she somehow does. She loves gardening but her orchids can be a bit rude at times.

Gus is a vampire but is pretty young as he was born not bitten so his aging won't stop until he's around 25. Needing blood isn't so bad for him as other vampires because he's pretty content with any blood, beef being is favorite. (He's tried human blood and he doesn't like it, can't understand why others do)

Amity comes from a long line of werewolves who see themselves as 'better than all the rest of the werecreatures so they don't need to shift'. Her and the twins need to let loose when thier energy gets too bottle up so they love to shift and play at night.

Hunter... my mind is still trying to decide if he should be a normal person, a golem, a homunculus, or a grimwalker. Legit have no idea...

[maxineswritingcenter]

You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 5

We back at it again because I love this right now

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After smuggling Derek into my room via the window, the interrogation began. He sat in my computer chair, leaning over, resting his arms on his legs.

“Uh, first I want to say thank you for saving me again.” I began. He looked up and nodded. 

“You’re welcome.” 

“And uh, you’re a werewolf.” I said, starting to pace back and forth, “Is Scott a werewolf?” 

“He is.” 

“Did you bite him?” I paused, crossing my arms over my chest. 

“No, I’m an omega. Only Alphas can give people the gift.” He said. You call that a gift? I’d like a receipt.

“Is there a cure?”

“There’s a legend that says if the beta, one of the pack, kills the alpha then he will become human again. But I don’t even know if that’s true.” He explained. That meant Scott’s odds were not looking good and this werewolf thing is permanent. 

“Were you bitten by the alpha?” I asked, sitting down on the edge of my bed. 

“No, I was born with it. My family was a pack. After…” He paused, “After the fire, my older sister became the alpha since she had been trained by my mother to be the new matriarch. I came back here because I hadn’t heard from her. Now we know why.” 

“I’m so sorry.” I looked down at my socks. These questions were making him bring up what must have been incredibly painful memories and bringing up the fresh pain of the murder of his sister. 

“The thing following you in the woods was the new alpha. He killed her for her alpha spark.” 

“Alpha spark?” 

“It can transform a beta, or an omega into an alpha. It’s taken when the alpha is killed by either of those. Or it can be transferred willingly.” This was a little more complicated than I thought. I knew that there were hierarchies in wolves, but who knew it translated to werewolves?

“Why is the alpha coming after me? You said it was following me.” 

He leaned back in the chair, “Well, he’s either looking to eat you. Or he wanted to turn you.” At my shocked expression he added, “Probably the latter. He’s a new alpha so he’s trying to start a pack, probably why he started with Scott. Speaking of, you need to tell him to stop seeing Allison.” 

“Why, what’s wrong with Allison?” 

“Her family are a very old lineage of werewolf hunters.” He said seriously, “Chris Argent and I have an unspoken agreement. No deaths, I don’t end up dead. I can’t say the same for the rest of his family.” He was something in his eyes, a pain that couldn’t be described. 

“I know I said I wanted answers but if its too painful-”

“It’s fine.” He interrupted. I raised my eyebrows at him. 

“Derek, I understand what it’s like to lose your family in one day. It’s the most awful feeling imaginable. Because after the pain is the loneliness. I got lucky that I have Uncle Noah and Stiles. You had your sister and now she’s gone and you’re the only one left.” He chewed the inside of his cheek. 

“It’s not just me. I have an uncle in a vegetative state at Beacon Hills long-term facility. And my sister Cora, I haven’t seen her since the fire. I think she’s gone too, but there’s always the chance that she’s still out there. She just doesn’t want anything to do with me.” He looked down at his hands. He looked so vulnerable right now, something I never expected from him. He had so many walls up. There were still things he was hiding about the Argents, but pushing him now didn’t seem right. 

I gave him a small smile and kneeled down in front of him. Slowly, I reached for his hands, giving him plenty of time to pull away, but he let me touch him. I held his hands in mine, rubbing my thumbs over his knuckles. I titled my head to meet his eyes that he was hiding. 

“Hey, grief is hard. Especially since we lost our families in the same way. Let’s help each other. Would that be okay?” I asked softly. He met my eyes finally, his stern expression was more loose than usual. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 

“I want to. But I can’t.” 

The sound of the door opened behind us, and queue Stiles meltdown. And with the position I was in, on my knees in front of Derek Hale, maybe it was a little justified. 

“What is going on?” He asked. I quickly got to my feet. 

“Uh, Derek was just leaving. Just a quick little visit.” I took Derek by the arm, brought him out of the chair and ushered him to the window, where he left without another word. 

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” Stiles shouted. 

“Will you keep it down?” I whispered loudly. 

“Oh you can cut the crap, Dad isn’t here. Why the hell is a wanted criminal in my house?!” 

I crossed my arms and shrugged innocently, “We were just talking.” 

“Why was he covered in blood?” He pointed to the dry blood that was on the arm of my chair. I sighed and rubbed my temples. 

“Okay, I’ll tell you. But you have to promise not to tell your dad.” I pleaded. He crossed his arms and looked away from me. 

“As an upstanding citizen of Beacon Hills-”

“You cut the crap, Stiles. You have more priors than he does.” 

“I wasn’t questioned about the murder of my sister.” He shot.

“He was acquitted of all changes due to his alibi.” I shot back.

He grumbled and shook his hands, “Fine, fine. Tell me.” 

“Okay, so, Michael found me in the woods-” 

“Michael-” He started. 

“Hey, no interrupting!” He held his hands up in surrender, motioning for me to go on, “He found me in the woods and was probably going to commit a bunch of unsavory things on me when Derek showed up because the night before when you and Scott were arguing, I went to his house to get some answers of my own, he told me to go home so I did.” I paused and took a drink out of the glass of water on my nightstand, then continued, “Anyway, when Derek showed up he killed Michael because Derek is a werewolf.” I rushed out. 

“A what?!” He shouted. 

“Oh don’t act so surprised, you know Scott is a werewolf.” 

He stepped back, pretending to be shocked, “Scott? A werewolf.” Clearly trying to cover for his friend, but no dice. Stiles was a terrible liar. 

“Derek told me. And he also told me that Allison’s family are werewolf hunters. But I assumed you already knew that because you don’t look surprised at all.” 

“Well, ahhh, her last name does mean silver in French.”  He added. I shook my head, holding my pinkie out. 

“Pinkie swear me you won’t tell Uncle Noah.” He sighed, tapping his foot, “Promise!” He grumbled, throwing his hands up in the air, but eventually he wrapped his pinkie around mine. 

“Fine.” He paused, still holding my pinkie, his grip on my finger tightened, holding me there, “But you have to swear not to get romantically involved!” He pulled his pinkie away. I gasped loudly, staring between my pinkie and his. 

“You can’t do that.” 

He smirked, “I just did.” 

“I am not romantically involved with Derek.” I blushed. 

“Coulda fooled me.” He scoffed. I huffed. 

“Okay, time for you to go. Goodnight Stiles.” I pushed him out the door and slammed it behind me. I leaned against the door and sighed. I wasn’t romantically involved with Derek, we just had a connection. 

…

Maybe I was romantically involved. But could you blame me, he was my knight in shining armor twice. That was attractive. And he was far from ugly. 

- 

The next morning, I went downstairs and was surprised to see Uncle Noah in the kitchen making breakfast. 

“Morning, I didn’t hear you come in last night.” I said, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. 

“That’s because,” He yawned, “I came in this morning.” He motioned to the table, “Sit, sit. Let me make you breakfast.” I sat at the table, pulling an apple out of the basket on the table. He placed a plate of eggs and toast in front of me. 

I smiled up at him, “Thanks, Uncle Noah.” He nodded, sitting down with his own plate before eating. The few minutes were in silence, just chewing. I decided I should at least talk, make it seem like I was still scared that Michael would come back. 

“I know you don’t want to bring up work at home, but is there any news on Michael?” He sighed through his nose, swallowing his bite of food. 

“It’s okay. And I wish I had better news, but we still haven’t found anything.” He said. I nodded. 

“It’s okay, I know you’ll find him.” Find his body? Maybe. But he was very much dead. The only thing I’m worried about now in the woods was the alpha werewolf and whether he wanted to make me lunch or one of them. 

- 

I was making my way out to get groceries when I saw Stiles Jeep whipping through the neighborhood. Being curious, I decided to follow, where I was led to Dr. Deaton’s office, the local veterinarian that Scott worked for. 

“Is there a reason you’re driving like a bat outta hell?” I called, seeing Stiles get out. 

“Oh great, you can help me carry him.” Stiles said, opening the back of the Jeep where Derek sat. He was pale, his eyes looked sunken in, and there was blood dripping down his hand. 

“Jesus Christ.” I said, carefully helping Derek out of the Jeep. He grunted while Stiles and I helped him inside after Stiles unlocked the door with the spare key. Scott had gone to go find the bullet so that Derek could cure himself, he would have to steal from Kate Argent.

 We brought him back into the operating area. I’m sure Stiles was chomping at the bit not to say something. Derek explained that he had been on the trail of the alpha when a hunter saw and shot him. 

Stiles looked at his phone then Derek, “Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?”

Derek was leaning on the operating table, “It’s a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet.”

“Why?”

Derek looked from me to Stiles, “Cause I’m gonna die without it.” He said breathlessly. He took his jacket, then his shirt off to reveal the bullet wound in his arm which was bleeding, but the strangest thing was his veins around the wound were purple and crawling up his arm. I guess Monkshood must be deadly to werewolves, but then again, it is wolfsbane. Derek looked manic, he was getting warmer and sweat was dripping off of him in buckets. He looked around and grabbed an amputation saw.  I grabbed a bowl filled with water and grabbed a couple paper towels. I wet the paper towels, and moving to touch his wounded arm, he pulled it away.

“Okay, if the Blue monkshood doesn’t kill you, an infection will. Let me help you.” I narrowed my eyes. He glared, his nostrils flared but he held his arm out. I lightly dabbed at it, careful not to apply too much pressure.

Stiles gagged when he saw it, prompting me to elbow his side, “Okay, you know, that really doesn’t look like anything, some echinacea and a good night’s sleep couldn’t take care of…?”

Derek swallowed thickly, “When the infection reaches my heart, it’ll kill me.”

“Positivity” just isn’t in your vocabulary, is it?”

“Stiles!” I scolded. 

“If he doesn’t get here with the bullet in time– last resort.” Derek grabbed an amputation saw from the table. 

“Which is…?” Stiles asked. 

“You’re gonna cut off my arm.” He rushed his words out, they slightly slurred together. 

“Okay okay.” I grabbed the saw from his grasp and set it back down on a metal tray, “Let’s just be a little optimistic. Scott’s going to be here soon.” He glared at me, causing me to raise my hands in surrender. He grabbed a rubber tourniquet and tied it tightly around his arm with his teeth to stop any further movement. 

Stiles held his arms out, “Oh, my God. What if you bleed to death?”

“It’ll heal if it works.”

“If it works?!” I snapped, not believing that any of this was happening still.

Stiles sight, “Ugh. Look - I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Why not?”

“Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!”

“You’re not afraid of blood. You don’t faint.” I said, confused. 

“No, but I might at the sight of a chopped - off arm!” 

“All right, fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I’m gonna cut off your head.” Derek glared. 

“Derek.” I scolded.

Stiles shook his head, “Okay, you know what, I'm so not buying your threats any-” Derek grabbed him by the shirt collar and lifted him up, “Oh, my God. Okay. All right, bought, sold. Totally. I’ll do it. I’ll do it.” Derek dropped him and Stiles looked back at his arm, “What? What are you doing? Holy God, what the hell is that?” His arm was oozing from the wound. 

“It’s my body..” Derek breathed out, “Trying to heal itself.”

“Well, it’s not doing a very good job of it.” Stiles avoided his arm once again.  

Derek grabbed the saw, holding it out to Stiles, “Now. You gotta do it now.”

“Look, honestly, I don’t think I can.”

“Just do it!” He shouted. 

Stiles took the saw, “Oh, my God. Okay, okay. Oh, my God. All right, here we go!” 

“I can’t watch this.” I covered my eyes with one of my hands, the other was on Derek’s uninjured arm. But like an angel’s voice, we heard Scott yelling for Stiles. 

“Scott?” Stiles asked, looking at the frazzled teen who just ran through the clinic.  I uncovered my eyes, still seeing Stiles with the saw pressed to Derek’s arm.

“What the hell are you doing?” Scott asked, exasperated. 

Stiles dropped the saw, “Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares.” 

Derek stood up more without the help of the table but he was starting to wobble, “Did you get it?”

“What are you gonna do with it?” Stiles asked. 

Derek swallowed thickly, “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” His eyes fluttered shut, his knees buckled and he fell to the floor. 

“Derek!” I shouted, grabbing his torso before he broke his skull open on the floor. When Derek had dropped, it had knocked the bullet out of Scott’s hand and it had rolled.

“No. No, no, no, no.” Scott pleaded as he watched the bullet roll and fall into the vent in the floor. 

Stiles was down on the floor besides me, “Derek. Derek, come on, wake up.” He was tapping his cheek, “Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?”

“I don’t know! I can’t reach it.” Scott called from across the room.

“He’s not waking up!” Stiles said between his teeth, clearly in panic mode, but I wasn’t any better. I leaned my head down to his chest, trying to hear his heartbeat. 

“His heart beats slowing down!” I called, I grabbed his shoulder, starting to shake him, “Come on, Derek, wake up!”

“Come on.” I heard Scott grunt.

“I think he’s dying. I think he’s dead!” Stiles looking back in Scott’s direction. I started to panic, shaking him harder. I can’t lose him. I can’t. No one else I care about is allowed to die.

“Just hold on! Come on.” Scott let out a restrained yell, then shouted “Oh! I got it! I got it!” 

When Stiles heard that, he pushed me back and bowed his fist, “Please don’t kill me for this.” He swung and connected with Derek’s cheek, “Ugh! Ow! God!” He pulled his hand away, shaking it. Derek gasped and his eyes shot open, I helped Derek to feet and held his waist to steady him.

“Give me…” Scott gave Derek the bullet. He took the bullet between his teeth, and broke it open. He dumped the contents of it on the table. From his back pocket he pulled out a match book, he lit a match and dropped it on the contents. It burned quickly, an eerie blue flame. Once it went out, he pinched some of the ash in his fingers, then stuck his fingers in the wound. I winched and looked away. 

“Ow, God.” Stiles gagged. But we all watched in amazement as the dark veins that had been growing up his arm disappeared. I was finally able to breathe properly, I let out a sigh of relief, back away and leaning against the wall. I placed a hand on my chest, feeling my heart slowly go back into rhythm.

“That - Was - Awesome! Yes!” Stiles cheered, throwing his arms up. 

“Are you okay?” Scott asked.  

Derek grumbled a bit, “Well, except for the agonizing pain.”

“I’m guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health.” Stiles smiled, feeling accomplished. He probably just was relieved that he didn’t have to cut anyone’s arm off. 

“Okay, we saved your life, which means you’re gonna leave us alone, you got that? And if you don’t, I’m gonna go back to Allison’s dad, and I’m gonna tell him everything-” Scott started his threat. Which meant that I was severely out of the loop. 

“You’re gonna trust them?” Derek cut him off,  “You think they can help you?”

“Well, why not? They’re a lot freaking nicer than you are.”

 Derek glared at him, the pain was back in his eyes, “I can show you exactly how nice they are.” 

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After the excitement was over, I decided to go to the Hale house to talk to Derek privately. I got there before him and waited for him in the driveway. I really shouldn’t have come unannounced. He would probably just tell me to get lost like he usually did. I was pulled out of my thoughts by his black Camaro pulling up beside my car. I got out as he did. Derek still looked pretty rough but his color was coming back to his skin.

“Hey, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine.” He said dismissively, walking towards his house. And we were back to this. Even after everything, it’s like our relationship reset itself every time we saw each other. I followed after him, hot on his heels.

“Why do you keep doing this?” I asked, closing the door behind me.

“Doing what?” He took his leather jacket off and hung it up.

“You and I, we talk, we get more comfortable with each other. I think I am finally getting through that shell of yours only for you to make another one.”

Derek turned to face me, “I don’t owe you any explanation. I am fine by myself.”

“No, you’re not.” I came closer to him, my face mere inches from his, “You’re not fine by yourself. I saw how you looked tonight when Scott brought up the Argents. You were hurt, and scared, and angry. You can’t just sit here in this house and pour yourself into finding this alpha, you’re going to kill yourself. You almost died today.”

“He killed my sister! He is killing people and now Kate Argent is back and she doesn’t follow the Code. She will do anything, no matter how awful it is, to murder my kind. She’s the reason my family is gone!” He barked back. I took a deep breath.

“I know you want justice for Laura. I do too. But you can’t do that if you’re dead. Is that what she would want? Her little brother dead trying to get revenge?” Derek avoided my gaze, looking through me more than at me.

“Derek.” I said softly, slowly bringing my hand up to his cheek. He inhaled sharply, becoming stiff under my touch.

I stood on my tiptoes to press my forehead against his and whispered, “This is selfish to say… but I can’t lose you too. I-I thought you were dead. You have to be more careful. Please.” His body became less rigid and he let out a shaky breath. He slowly brought his hand to my waist, the other sliding over my hand that rested on his cheek. In that moment, it felt like the whole universe stopped. It was only me and him. It was like our minds finally connected and our souls touched. There was silence, only the wind blowing softly through the trees. 

“I can’t do this.” He whispered, closing his eyes. 

“You can.” I laced my fingers with his against his cheek, “We can do it together.” 

“I can’t let myself.” He opened his eyes again to meet mine, “When I’m with you I lose focus, you’re all I can think about. I get distracted from what I need to do. So I ignore you, treat us like it's nothing because I can’t open myself up again. Not after… not after what happened.” He was opening up, if not all the way, just a little. Derek had a good point. Finding the alpha and killing him was the only way to get justice for Laura. And if I was distracting him, maybe I should keep my distance. He clearly has been hurt terribly by someone, and hearing him bare his soul made me think about how to make it better. But what was I to do? My demons were killed, Derek deserved to destroy his own. 

“Do you want me to go away?” My words were barely a whisper. 

He licked his lips, “If I was allowed to be selfish, I would never let you go.” I took a deep breath, dreading the fact that I had to leave him. 

“Okay.” I smiled, trying to ignore my burning tear ducts, “I’ll go home. And… I won’t come back unless you want me to.” I reluctantly slipped my hand out of his. But, I need one selfish thing if I was ever going to live with this. I leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. I pulled away, feeling his hand fall from my waist. I kept my eyes on the floor as I walked out of the Hale house, got into my car and drove away. 

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And only because it was Enid that Wednesday left to take care of the rest of the job of killing Crackstone.

It was only because it was Enid, who adored you nearly as much as Wednesday did, that she knew Tyler wouldn't be escaping mercifully, and Wednesday could go do what only she could do.

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The silence has never bothered Wednesday before, but the lack of your voice—the way you teased her and laughed—Wednesday wants it back.

:)

"And why must I admit that?" Wednesday glared, kicking your feet away from her chair. "I don't need Enid. I have Thing, and I have—" Wednesday's nose scrunched in displeasure. "You."

"As flattering as it is to be the only person, with a body and head attached to my hand, that you need—"

this is so funny to me

"Surround yourself with people you appreciate, Wednesday. There's no way someone as lovely as you could be destined to be alone. Ravens are still known to feed with other flocks and play with the wolves, dogs, and otters."

"Did you just call me lovely?" Wednesday's lip curled in disgust.

You laughed. "Sorry, someone as hellishly morbid as you."

Wednesday let a rare smile slip. "Finally, a real compliment."

SKFJHSHKJFGJS

Wednesday rests her cheek on the back of your hand while she still holds it. Her eyes flutter shut as she mumbles into the quiet room, "Wake up, so I can tell you that everything I am is yours."

lgbt behavior‼️

"I don't like him."

"Who?"

You gave Wednesday a look with your brow raised. "Tyler, obviously."

"You can join the queue," Wednesday looked uninterested in your words. "There seems to be a long line."

everyone but wednesday is so real for this.

"Um...you're the new girl, right?" You fiddle with your blanket awkwardly. "Wednesday, I think? Enid was excited about you arriving, and she'd finally have a roommate."

The words she's been saving for you die in her throat, leaving something hollow for her to swallow down.

SMILING SOOO HARD

Wednesday pulled Enid's chair from her desk across the room and offered it to you. "Since you've decided to be a nuisance in my investigations tonight, we won't be done until you've gotten every single practice question correctly and I can be assured you'll be getting 100% on both your test and paper."

You grimaced slightly. "Why do I have a feeling I'm going to regret this?"

Wednesday smiled in a truly wicked way. "Let's begin."

karma is a bitch!

"I'm not giving up," Wednesday reiterates.

"What are you going to do?" Enid asks unsurely.

A plan starts to formulate in Wednesday's head.

"Recreate the memories."

HDNSFVSDGHDJG

i know this will probably have a happy ending which sucks, but i thoroughly enjoyed this part. the angst was AMAZINGG. cannot believe you had the nerve, the utter GALL to call this hot garbage...smh 🤚

anyways thanks for the wednesday angst, missmonsters2. i’ll reread this 20 times before part 2 is out 😌🙏

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Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader/OFC

Summary: You didn't move after Tyler knocked you down, and it would've been over had Enid not come when she did. Wednesday stays beside your hospital bed diligently, hand tracing yours as she plans how to torture you for the rest of her life and how she looks forward to letting you plague her. But the moment you wake up, nothing will ever be the same again.

Warnings: Angst. Sad!Wednesday. DestinedToBeAlone!Wednesday. Amnesia. Flashbacks.

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The smell of disinfecting spray, pine, and bleach filled Wednesday's noise. There are sounds of people briskly walking and doors sliding open and shut. A TV in the room is turned on at a low volume, meant to keep her distracted, but all she can focus on is that her chair is too squeaky. 

The taste of burnt coffee Enid brought her earlier has long been forgotten despite how it lingers on her tongue. 

Wednesday doesn't remember getting to the hospital. 

Well, she does—in bits and pieces. 

One moment, she was being strangled by Tyler in his hyde form, and the next, she was released, and you were on Tyler's back, arms wrapped around his large neck as you squeezed with everything you had and then some. 

But you were so small compared to Tyler, and the second he grabbed your arm and slung you around to face him, Wednesday knew it was over. He crushed your wrist, broke your elbow, and hung you like a ragdoll before whipping you into the nearest tree before Enid came and saved you both. 

Wednesday only briefly had a moment to check on you, to feel your weak pulse before she had to keep going, especially at Enid's wordless insistence that she would take care of you. 

And only because it was Enid that Wednesday left to take care of the rest of the job of killing Crackstone. 

It was only because it was Enid, who adored you nearly as much as Wednesday did, that she knew Tyler wouldn't be escaping mercifully, and Wednesday could go do what only she could do. 

But after that fight? After capturing Thornhill? Wednesday didn't stay to gloat. She turned and immediately returned to you, her heart feeling heavy, weighing her steps down when she found you exactly where she had left you.

Too scared, Enid said. She was too afraid to move you in case there was some serious damage. 

Wednesday doesn't remember the ambulance and the medics. She doesn't remember them carrying you on a stretcher into the vehicle. She does remember vaguely throwing out haunting threats if they didn't let her ride with you. 

Lucky, the doctor said. You were incredibly lucky that your gift of air manipulation softened the blow of your head against the tree, and you didn't die upon impact. 

Wednesday looks at you, how your head is wrapped around in bandages, and covers your eyes. The machines and tubes that are hooked up to you and assist in making your chest move up and down in almost too slow of breaths. She looks at the discoloration of the skin of your arms and legs and wants to scoff. 

Wednesday reaches out, her hand stopping just inches above yours. She hesitates, worried that even the weight of her small hands will hurt you. It's a familiar feeling she has now. 

Worry.

Consideration.

The depth of how she feels it is only meant for you.

Wednesday pulls her hand back, placing it back into her lap, where she holds her hands tightly together. 

It doesn't feel so lucky. 

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Then.

"Why do you insist on following me?" Wednesday turned around, glaring at you while you came to a stop to avoid bumping into her. 

"Well," you tilted your head, smiling crookedly at the gloomy girl before you. "Why do you insist on being alone?"

It was already a bad sign that Wednesday was beginning to find the familiarity of your crooked smile something she wanted to keep for herself. 

Wednesday knew then that she should make you go away, that she should open her mouth and say the most horrific things that she knows could shred your heart and pride into nothing more than cuts of misery as a reminder you should stay away from her. 

But Wednesday didn't.  

"I'm meant to be alone," Wednesday warned you, Goody's words flashing through her mind as a warning—a condemnation. "I prefer to be alone."

"I don't think so," you shook your head. "I mean, I've followed you this far along. I think you've grown used to my presence."

"Growing used to something doesn't mean I'll miss it if it's gone."

You quirked your brow at Wednesday. "Do you want me to go then?"

Wednesday's eyes flickered away from your face, staring into nothing with her blank face before she looked back at you. 

Your crooked smile returned, and Wednesday clenched her jaw.

"No."

"Then, shall we continue on to investigate...wherever you're taking us?"

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Now.

The days drift and bleed together. Wednesday is a girl used to strict routines. Still, she's finding something rotting about her monotonous day that starts with waking early, getting her hour of writing in the morning, and attending classes (because Weems has bargained her attendance in exchange for a car to take her to and from the hospital every day after class and whenever she wanted on the weekends), sitting in the hospital chair for hours by your bedside, returning home, playing the cello, and going to bed. 

The silence has never bothered Wednesday before, but the lack of your voice—the way you teased her and laughed—Wednesday wants it back. 

The bruising on your arms is fading into something that's an even more gruesome color. She knows it's a sign of healing, but Wednesday remains true to the fact she hates colors.

Wednesday lifts her hand, tracing the lines of your hand so faint and delicately. If those who knew her saw her now, they'd never be able to believe that she was capable of such gentleness. 

You don't flinch. You never do. 

Wednesday can't tell if she's hurting you or not, but you've always been too capable of hiding your feelings and thoughts—perhaps Wednesday never knew all along if she was hurting you. 

The irony of Enid's words calling her out for her callousness and disregard for others rings so true now. 

Wednesday closes her eyes. If she closes them long enough, she can almost hallucinate hearing your voice laugh weakly and telling her it's not as bad as it looks. 

Wednesday opens her eyes, staring back down at your too-still body. 

But it was. It was that bad.

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Then.

"Did you fight with Enid?"

"That's none of your concern."

You laughed, and it sounded like the strings of her cello that carry during the late hours of the night. 

Wednesday worshipped the sound of her cello.

"Well, fair enough. I don't know why I asked since it's so clear from Enid's huffiness all day that you two clearly did fight. She's been ranting to Yoko and me non-stop that she's not returning to this room."

The words twinged in Wednesday's heart, plucking at its strings in an unfamiliar rhythm. 

"Good," Wednesday bit out anyway. "This room can finally look more dreary."

You smiled as you sat on Wednesday's bed while she sat at her desk. You hooked your feet at the legs of her chair and began to drag it until it was turned towards you before pulling her closer. 

Wednesday looked displeased, her lips pressed in a thin line, and her eyebrows knitted in uncompromising sternness. 

"Admit it, Wednesday," you said in a sing-song tone that Wednesday detested because you were about to say something ridiculous. "You feel alone, and it doesn't feel as good as you thought."

Your words pricked at her, but Wednesday remained stubborn. 

"Enid wasn't the only one in my company."

It was such a roundabout way of saying it; it made Wednesday want to roll her eyes into the back of her head and slice out her tongue.

You smiled wider. "I suppose not," you agreed with a conceding nod. Wednesday felt victorious, but the feeling was fleeting with your next words. "But every person is different and fills your life in an irreplaceable way. You must admit that Enid can't be replaced by another."

"And why must I admit that?" Wednesday glared, kicking your feet away from her chair. "I don't need Enid. I have Thing, and I have—" Wednesday's nose scrunched in displeasure. "You." 

You seemed adamant about shaking up her life ever since you entered it. Wednesday, particularly, was disturbed by the constant barrage of emotions you keep trying to drag her into. It was becoming a slippery slope. 

Wednesday's assault didn't seem to bother you as you kept your relaxed expression. 

"As flattering as it is to be the only person, with a body and head attached to my hand, that you need—"

"I didn't say I needed you."

"—You should make up with Enid. I know you miss her, Wednesday."

Wednesday said nothing. She wanted to spout curses at you and make you take back everything you were saying. So ridiculous. So...defeatingly correct.  

You grinned at her. 

"Surround yourself with people you appreciate, Wednesday. There's no way someone as lovely as you could be destined to be alone. Ravens are still known to feed with other flocks and play with the wolves, dogs, and otters."

"Did you just call me lovely?" Wednesday's lip curled in disgust.

You laughed. "Sorry, someone as hellishly morbid as you."

Wednesday let a rare smile slip. "Finally, a real compliment."

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Now.

It's just another day, but Wednesday can admit it to herself now.

It's easy now when you're unaware of anything around yourself for Wednesday to admit she appreciates you—more than appreciates you. 

Your weeks of silence have given Wednesday plenty of time on what she'll say when you wake up. Declarations that you belong with her and her treacherous heart belongs to you, so you will do well to treasure it. There might be interrogations about how you've managed to do it, but Wednesday knows the answer, even as simple and stupid as it sounds.

Time.

It was merely just time and your consistency by her side that lured Wednesday to you. 

Wednesday's palm lies flat against yours, her fingers slide down yours until they shift slightly to the side, and then she's holding your limp hand. 

Inane.

Waiting for you was entirely ridiculous and foolish, but nothing could convince Wednesday to be elsewhere. For once, she's at a loss at what else she could do besides wait. 

Wednesday's eyes trail over your face, taking in your long lashes pressed against your cheeks like an everlasting kiss. She takes in the bridge of your nose and down to your lips. 

They've been a little dry since the nurses aren't attentive to such things, so Wednesday has taken it upon herself to occasionally apply chapstick to your lips. 

It's such an intimate gesture, one she'd know you'd appreciate. Yet, you were solely unaware of it. 

Wednesday rests her cheek on the back of your hand while she still holds it. Her eyes flutter shut as she mumbles into the quiet room, "Wake up, so I can tell you that everything I am is yours."

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Then.

"I don't like him."

"Who?"

You gave Wednesday a look with your brow raised. "Tyler, obviously."

"You can join the queue," Wednesday looked uninterested in your words. "There seems to be a long line."

"Shouldn't that be an obvious sign that he sucks?" You sighed but kept your eyes on the barista. "Why do you keep spending time with him?"

"There are plenty of people that don't like me, and I find myself to be far superior to most people," Wednesday flipped the page of her book, not quite paying attention to you. 

You look back at Wednesday with a lopsided smile. "I don't think people dislike you, Wednesday. I think they're scared of you."

"As they should be."

You let out another sigh. "So, I guess there's no convincing you that you should stop spending time with Tyler?"

"Do you have any sound reason other than 'his vibes are off'?"

"I don't like the way he looks at you," you spouted off immediately, looking at Tyler again with a reproachful look he seemed unaware of.

Wednesday scoffed, looking up at you. "You sound jealous." 

The words were meant to make you back off. Wednesday imagined that you'd scoff back at her and deny it in a way that would secretly make Wednesday think about late at night.

But then you looked right back at Wednesday with such a serious look in your eyes that made Wednesday clutch her book tightly in caution. 

"I am."

Wednesday had no idea what to make of your blunt words, so she merely turned her attention back to her book, wishing her braids would cover her ears more as they burned. 

It didn't stop Wednesday from spending time with Tyler, but now she kept thinking about you each time she did.

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Now. 

Wednesday is at the vending machine, staring blankly at the snacks and drinks. Enid insisted that she should stretch her legs and sent Wednesday on a mission to grab snacks for everyone. The werewolf had shoved money into her hand and practically pushed Wednesday out the door. 

Her own reflection stares back at her, and Wednesday admits that she looks worse than she normally does. It's subtle, and perhaps no one but Enid could tell how her eyes are sunken in a little more than usual. Her braids are not completely symmetrical, and the air around her is stale. 

Wednesday's about to put the money given to her into the machine when the phone in her pocket vibrates non-stop. The sensation of it makes Wednesday grimace as she pulls it out. Her eyes roam quickly over the words before she turns around and takes off back to your room. 

The vending machine was two floors down, and Wednesday ran up the stairs instead of taking the excruciatingly slow elevator. She's by no means unfit in any way, but the anticipation makes her breathless as she enters your room. 

Everyone in the room is waiting with bated breath as you shift in your bed, the air suddenly moving around in the room and creating a slight breeze. 

There's a small groan from your lips, and Wednesday is immediately at your side, grasping your hand in hers. The sudden contact makes the breeze disappear as you settle back into stillness. Your eyes flutter a couple of times before they open blearily. 

The room's harsh light blinds you momentarily, and Wednesday immediately uses her other hand and places it just inches above your head to shield you from the direct light. 

You open your eyes more easily, letting things come into focus. Wednesday watches as you seem slightly confused, and Enid rushes to your side, her head popping into view along with Wednesday's hand. 

Your bedside was slightly propped up, but Enid moved to press the button to slowly recline you up further so that you could see everyone. 

"You're awake!" Enid is half-yelling, trying to keep quiet because Wednesday would kill her if her yelling disturbed you in any way, but unable to contain her excitement. "How are you feeling? Should we call the doctor? I think Yoko already did. Oh my god, you're finally awake. The bruising looks like it's gone away for the most part, but now that you're up, it should get better quickly!"

"Jesus, Sinclair," Bianca drawls with a half-scowl. "Give her some breathing room. She's already got Wednesday up in her space, protecting her from the light like a knight in gothic armor."

Enid turns to glare at Bianca, but Wednesday doesn't pay attention to any of it. Her eyes are focused on yours. Your eyes are looking everywhere in the room, looking uncomfortable. Your eyes finally drift to Wednesday, and while they're undoubtedly your eyes, Wednesday feels something amiss. 

It's you...but not. 

The moment you lock eyes with Wednesday, you finally seem to notice that she's holding your hand, and you pull it away awkwardly. The action makes Wednesday slowly pull both her hands back to herself. 

Dread fills her.

You wince a little at the light fully unobstructed, but you adjust. 

"Enid?" You sound confused as you look at the blonde with pink and blue streaks in her hair.

"Yes!" Enid smiles at you, and you smile back unsurely. 

"Am I at the hospital?" You ask slowly, wincing as you touch your head softly and feel the bandage.

"Yeah..." Enid purses her lips. "What's the last thing you remember?"

You blink at the question, silent as you consider your answer. 

"I...I don't know," you eventually say. "I think at the library? People were making such a racket about the news, and I was trying to get away from all the noise in the quad."

Enid's brows furrow at the answer. That was too vague to determine anything. 

You swallow, turning your head to look at Wednesday, who has no expression, and for once, she knows you can't tell what she's really feeling.

"Um...you're the new girl, right?" You fiddle with your blanket awkwardly. "Wednesday, I think? Enid was excited about you arriving, and she'd finally have a roommate."

The words she's been saving for you die in her throat, leaving something hollow for her to swallow down.

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Wednesday knew that the damage to your head was serious. However, she didn't think you'd lose a couple months' worth of your memories. 

Amnesia.

That's what the doctor said, but he couldn't determine whether you'd regain them. He seemed hopeful, and while your parents failed to show up and Weems stepped in as acting guardian, he spouted suggestions on how to help you regain them.

But then he also reiterated that it might not come back.

How utterly useless. 

You would be discharged in a few days, free to return to school, where you'd have to take it easy. 

Your roommate Yoko practically assigned herself to look after you since you'd be stuck in your dorm for a few days to fully recover. 

There was a moment when Enid was about to catch you up on everything, but Wednesday pulled her aside first. 

"Don't tell her about me," Wednesday orders.

"What?" Enid's jaw drops before she whisper-yells, "What do you mean?! I've been pulling my hair out for the last couple of months because of you two and you're finally about to get together and you want me to not tell her about it? It better be because you're going to."

Wednesday shakes her head. "She doesn't remember."

"Which is why we should tell her!" Enid is exasperated. 

"There's no point in telling her if she doesn't remember how she felt," Wednesday snaps back, trying to remain quiet. Her eyes peer past Enid's shoulder at you. You're talking with Yoko, staying cautious about Bianca and Xavier there but not saying anything about it. You look briefly at Wednesday as well, pursing your lips in what she thinks is a smile but can't really tell anymore. It's not a look you've given her before.

Wednesday looks back at Enid. "Just because she'll know doesn't mean she'll suddenly feel it again. The knowledge of it all might burden her instead, and I—" Wednesday clenches her jaw and fist tightly. "I don't want to risk that she'll feel burdened or obligated to me."

The words sting in a way Wednesday's not used to. 

There's no way for her to express to Enid that Wednesday wants you to know every possible way you love her. She wants you to feel it the way you forced her to. 

Despite Wednesday's extensive vocabulary, there are no words to describe the desperation that lingers under her skin, clawing around with desire with how she just wants you to look at her and know. 

Enid takes in her roommate's bitter expression and sighs, relenting. "Fine. I won't tell her exactly what went on between you two—not that I fully know anyhow. I'll just tell her that you were friends. That will at least explain why you're at the hospital."

Wednesday nods stiffly, and Enid lifts her hands towards the other girl's shoulder, hesitating briefly before placing her hand on Wednesday comfortingly. Wednesday allows it briefly before shrugging it away, and the two of them return to your bedside. 

You smile at Enid, eyes trailing over to Wednesday's curiously, and it brings her some comfort.

After all, everything started with your curiosity. 

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"So, we're friends?" You ask slowly, taking in Wednesday's stiff sitting posture. There was a distinctive space between the two of you, and you had your legs crossed, slanted away from her.

A couple of weeks have passed, and it was in the midst of winter. Despite Enid regaling the last couple of months to you, Wednesday hasn't had much opportunity to see you. In the same breath, you didn't seem to be seeking out Wednesday's company for answers, either.  

The only reason Wednesday was sitting with you now was because both Yoko and Enid were busy with their after-school activities, and you needed help going to the library to catch up on your studies. 

It became clear quickly that because you didn't remember getting closer to Bianca and Xavier, you were uncomfortable being alone with either of them. 

So, Wednesday was quick to volunteer despite you still remaining uncomfortable at the suggestion. 

"It's fine," Yoko reassured you. "Wednesday excels in all her classes and can definitely help you."

It had felt like a jagged knife slowly ripped across Wednesday's heart that you needed to be reassured to be alone with her. 

It feels like that cut was endlessly bleeding, unable to stitch itself back together while you remained ignorant about her, about yourself, about everything. This heart that Wednesday caged in for so long was finally free and yours…and you didn’t even want to hold it. 

"Yes," Wednesday confirms, despite how the words feel stale on her tongue. 

The library was, for the most part, empty, leaving the two of you with privacy. Wednesday was helping you catch up on assignments and going through lessons until you determined you needed a break. 

Now, you seem to be asking for answers nonchalantly, as if you were only asking because there happened to be an opportunity—not because you were interested in actually knowing. 

"We must've been pretty close if I was willing to tag along with you during these seemingly dangerous investigations, and even willing to take a hit for you," you comment thoughtfully as you consider what you've been told.

"I suppose," Wednesday bites out. 

"Did we do anything else than risk our lives together?" You ask, and Wednesday grips the pen she'd holding tighter. 

Sometimes—when you're not talking and focused on something else—it feels like nothing has changed. Or at least, Wednesday can pretend nothing changed. 

But it was moments like these, where you look at her like she's nothing but a stranger and ask these questions, that she becomes acutely aware that nothing has been the same since you woke up.

Wednesday takes a quiet deep breath before she answers. "We studied—like this. You often kept me company while I wrote or played my cello."

"Oh, those are pretty cool hobbies. And I just sat there?"

Wednesday nods. "Sometimes you'd paint Thing's nails."

"Thing?" Your brows furrowed in confusion. 

Wednesday closes her eyes and sighs.

"Sorry," you mumble. "It must be hard for you that I don't remember anything."

You sound genuinely sorry about it, but there's an underlying tone that suggests you feel sorry for Wednesday, not that you're aching to remember yourself. 

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Then.

"No investigating tonight."

Your voice was firm as you blocked Wednesday's way from the door. The goth girl raised her brow at you but said nothing as she waited for you to continue talking. 

"We have a test and a paper due tomorrow and I know you haven't started."

"I can finish it before you even finish showering," Wednesday drawled. "And I don't need to study. These classes are incredibly rudimentary, and I've learned it all before I even started attending school."

You rolled your eyes, but Wednesday caught you smiling with amusement. "Wonderful, Matilda. That means you can help me study and read over my paper then."

Wednesday narrowed her eyes at the nickname, but you were already walking inside her room, shutting the door behind you. 

"And if I say no?" 

You hummed in thought. "Then I'll hint at Xavier that you want him to ask you to hang out."

"You don't want to live anymore?" Wednesday threatened. 

"If you're going to be like that, I'll have to make it worth my while and tell him you've got feelings for him," you smiled.

"Feelings of aggravation," Wednesday muttered, dropping her backpack with a grunt and walking back to her desk. She looked at you pointedly, and you made your way over and set your things down.

"I imagine even your blunt rejection will make him think you're in denial," you laughed.

"You must want Xavier to die," Wednesday deadpanned. "You can simply ask me without making disturbing threats."

"I thought you liked threats," you smirked. 

"I'm both revolted and delighted by it," Wednesday admits with a sigh through her nose. "At the very least, delighted you know how to make them."

Wednesday pulled Enid's chair from her desk across the room and offered it to you. "Since you've decided to be a nuisance in my investigations tonight, we won't be done until you've gotten every single practice question correctly and I can be assured you'll be getting 100% on both your test and paper."

You grimaced slightly. "Why do I have a feeling I'm going to regret this?"

Wednesday smiled in a truly wicked way. "Let's begin."

Wednesday didn't say anything about how your calf rested against hers the entire night, and you said nothing about how she didn't move away once. 

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Now.

The days are passing by again, drifting and bleeding together. Instead of watching your motionless body and waiting for your recovery, Wednesday watches you walk about, carrying on with your life...without her. 

You seem fine if you have to spend time with Wednesday, but you don't seek her out on your own. It was becoming apparent you were uninterested in her. 

The knowledge of it is something Wednesday can't admit because it feels like abandonment. The idea of it has crescent-shaped dents pressed into her palms from clenching her fist so tightly.

You're content to spend your days laughing with Yoko at the cafeteria, finding comfort in the vampire as the only thing that seemed to remain consistent as your roommate and friend. 

"Don't give up," Enid encourages when she stands next to Wednesday, who is watching you from a distance. "She's just...anxious. She won't admit it, but she's scared. Everything around her has suddenly changed; the only thing that's remained the same is Yoko."

It was annoying. If anything, it should be a testament that Yoko experienced no growth during the hectic months.

"I'm not giving up," Wednesday said, unable to remove her eyes from you.

Wednesday can't give up on you. You've invested far too much time into her, and everything you've done to her is irreversible now. 

You're unaware of it, but Wednesday loves you...that wasn't going to suddenly change. 

And just as you've used time and consistency to lure Wednesday towards you, she would do the same. She just needed to jumpstart your brain into remembering. But even if you didn't, she just needed to redo it over again.

It was still possible. You were still hers, even if you didn’t know it. You had to be because the alternative—

"I'm not giving up," Wednesday reiterates. 

"What are you going to do?" Enid asks unsurely. 

A plan starts to formulate in Wednesday's head. 

"Recreate the memories."

Part 2 (5/17/2023)