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snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales · 3 years ago

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Blue Moon - Part 5

A/N: See masterlist for prompts used. (And the list of amazing people who have helped me with this.) This one gets kinda heavy again. Don’t blame me! Blame the season! But you might wanna recheck the warnings on the masterlist just to be sure, and know the Sourwolf lovin’ and content is coming! (And hope to high heaven that Jennifer Blake isn’t here to stay. Please. Release the Sourwolf, Ma’am.)

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Warnings: See Masterlist

Word count: 3,693

Xxx

“You two are idiots!” you hissed after Isaac and Boyd as they made their way down the sidewalk in front of the McCall house, back toward Stiles’ waiting Jeep.

“Today would be nice!” Stiles hollered from behind the steering wheel, his fingers drumming impatiently while he waited. “I only agreed to do this because I owe Scott, and my car is already starting to smell like dog, so can we please move this along so I’m not late for school?”

Climbing into the backseat and sliding over to make room for your packmates, you reached forward and whacked the back of Stiles’ head. “No dog jokes.”

“You didn’t have to follow us, you could have stayed in the car with Stiles like you were when we got here.”

You leveled a glare on Isaac as he smirked at you from the seat opposite you. “I had to get out of the front seat anyway, so I figured I would see what the idiocy was all about.”

Boyd let out a snort from the passenger seat and shook his head gently, despite his small grin, before he turned and looked out the front passenger window. He didn’t talk much, especially since Erica, but he was always listening. That’s why he was always one step ahead.

You smiled at him briefly before Isaac snapped in front of your face, making you scowl in his direction again. “Go to school, Y/N. No need for you to be at the loft any more than you need to.” After hearing about what you saw the night they were all trapped at the motel, they had all been for you not going back there unless it was necessary. They didn’t exactly want to go, either, but their frustrations with Derek could wait for a time when everyone’s imminent safety wasn’t at stake.

“I still don’t totally get your plan, but I hope you don’t all wind up dead.” You shuddered. “This could go badly so many different ways….”

“Be optimistic, Y/N!” Stiles protested, looking at you in the rearview mirror as he pulled up in front of the loft. He turned in his seat to meet your gaze after putting the car in park, letting the engine idle. “If their plan works, hopefully you can move back to the loft once this all settles and get out of my hair.”

You ruffled his hair as you made your way out after your packmates, smiling at his cries of protest, and hesitating before fully getting into the passenger seat. Turning around you gave Isaac a hug, ignoring his groan and awkward back pat in return. “Just don’t do anything stupid.” Turning to Boyd, you wrapped him in an embrace, which he surprisingly returned. “I need you guys.”

“We need you, too, Y/N.” Boyd was even smiling when he pulled away, holding on to your shoulders. “Which is why you have to go to school and cover for us.” He turned you and gave you a gentle squeeze on the shoulders before lightly shoving you into the Jeep. “Remember what we told you to say?”

You grimaced. “Yes. Do I have to?”

“Only if you want this plan to work,” Boyd smirked.

“Fine,” you huffed, shutting the door, and leaning out the window to finish the conversation.

“And be as descriptive as possible,” Isaac snickered, and you glared at them both before it melted into a small laugh.

“You owe me. Big time.” Turning to Stiles, you saw that he had just finished fixing his hair, and it took all you had not to reach out and mess it up again.

“Don’t even.” Stiles held up a finger in warning at you.

“I didn’t do anything!” you cried, grinning.

“You thought it, and you know it, and lying is not a good attribute, Y/N.”

You turned and waved at your two friends, smiling as they chuckled and turned toward the loft, Stiles putting the Jeep into gear and pulling off in the opposite direction.

Xxx

The rest of the day happened in a whirlwind, coming to a screeching halt as you rounded the last set of stairs up to the loft.

You heard a scuffle, then suddenly the loft seemed to emit what looked like lightning. The twins left Jennifer by the door and walked inside, their footsteps sounding like they were walking through water. Isaac quickly leapt to Jennifer’s side and held her close.

You slowly approached the door, feeling as if you weren’t really living what you were seeing. To your horror, you heard Kali yell something, the twins sloshing around to grab Derek and force him into submission like a disobedient puppy. They forced his claws to stay extended, and Kali lifted Boyd up and onto them, the only noise a soft groan as his abdomen was pierced.

You saw Derek break. You felt it.

Kali said something, you weren’t paying attention, and she exited the loft with the twins, stopping and rolling her eyes when she had to step around you because you wouldn’t move. You couldn’t. Your feet were rooted to the spot. You stared at the twins as they passed you in the hall with a sneer. Keeping your head high, eyes narrowed at them, you waited until they were down several flights of stairs before you let out the breath you were holding.

A small smirk worked its way up your face knowing you’d gotten under the Alpha Pack’s skin, but it quickly vanished as you looked back up and to the loft doorway, where Isaac held a terrified looking Jennifer.

Even if she was lying about everything, she sure played the distress convincingly. Enough that you doubted some of what you knew to be true.

He met your gaze over her head, gently shaking his head to tell you what was waiting in the loft wasn’t good.

Boyd and Derek were exchanging some faint conversation, and while you wanted to rush and help, the moment felt special, almost sacred, and you didn’t want to break that.

Only moments later Boyd fell to the floor, and you heard no heartbeat from your fallen friend. A single tear slipped down your cheek, and you turned your gaze to Derek to see him staring at his hands as they shook in front of him.

Stiles, Lydia, and Cora all rushed past you, Lydia hovering in the doorway. Brushing past Jennifer and Isaac on the threshold of the loft, you stilled once again a few steps in at the scene you were met with.

Cora lay sobbing over Boyd’s body. Derek knelt right beside him, his hands covered in blood and held in front of him as if he didn’t recognize them as his own, or didn’t want to. Stiles was behind Derek, hand on his shoulder in comfort. No words were exchanged, the only sounds were Cora sobbing, Derek’s ragged breathing, and the water covering the loft floor lapping at any movement.

As if he could sense you, Derek snapped his head your way, looking you over from the ground up as if to make sure you were okay, before landing on your eyes and finally holding your gaze firmly. Something swirled in his eyes, something you hadn’t seen in months, since before you were turned.

You had been a long term resident of Beacon Hills and had met the Hale family on several occasions growing up, enough to know when Peter was scheming and to know Derek’s wide array of moods. This is one you’d only seen once before the fire, and anytime after when the fire was brought up.

Pain. Failure. Loss. A swirl of grief stared up at you with blood stained hands.

And without exchanging a word, you walked around behind him, putting a hand on his other shoulder, mirroring Stiles to your side. Slowly you knelt in front of him, careful to keep your hand on his shoulder, and brought your other hand up to his cheek. Purposely putting yourself between him and Boyd, and his grieving sister, you needed him to focus on one thing at a time before it all became too much.

Reaching down with both your hands, you took hold of his, and he flinched, trying to pull them back, but you held on tightly.

“Derek,” you whispered, not trusting your own voice.

His eyes went from the floor to staring at his hands again, and finally up to you. And when he met your gaze again, you almost broke completely. But you couldn’t.

So much pain and death and in general horrible things happened around him, no matter how he tried to do the opposite. People literally used his hands to kill someone else. And despite how hard he fought, and went against everything bad, he was still the one made to take the fall.

“Derek, this isn’t your fault.” Your voice was breaking with emotion, you didn’t trust it more than the small sound it currently offered. “It was Kali and the others. You fought. You fought trying to protect them, protect everyone, and you almost did, but they played dirty.” Giving his hands a tight squeeze, you pulled them closer to your chest and saw the hesitance in his eyes. Slowly lifting them up to sit on your shoulders, you placed your hands firmly on top of his, rubbing his knuckles with your thumbs.

Smiling cautiously, you held his gaze. “See? There’s nothing to be afraid of. Those same hands that won’t kill a spider for me are right here.” He smiled gently at the remark, and you let yourself return it. “These hands did not kill Boyd, Kali’s did.” You swallowed thickly, feeling the lump of unshed tears growing in your throat. “Now, I need you to do something for me.” His eyes darted all over your face, before holding your gaze once again with a gentle nod. “First, we have to take care of Boyd. We’ll put him by Erica? I think he would like that.” Derek nodded again after a moment of hesitation. “You know his ghost would haunt us if we didn’t.” Everyone in the pack let out a little laugh in agreement, letting tears fall unabashedly.

Pulling his hands down into the water that filled the loft, you rinsed them gently to remove the blood as best you could, speaking after a moment as you did so. “Then, after a proper send off, we need to get the water out of this loft. I have no idea how, but until then you should go stay with Peter in his apartment.”

“He can stay with me,” Jennifer offered.

Going rigid at the sound of her voice, you turned almost mechanically her way. You’d forgotten she was even here. Keeping your voice a monotone, you looked her dead in the eyes as you spoke. “I think it’s best that he’s with family right now.”

“I’ll make sure he gets there,” Cora said from behind you, sniffing loudly as her tears calmed down for the moment.

Looking over your shoulder, you smiled at her in thanks.

She returned the gesture. “I might even stay, myself. Family time, however dysfunctional, sounds nice.” You didn’t miss the way she eyed Jennifer with mild disdain, and Derek with unabashed concern.

Turning back to Derek, looking down to see his hands now clean, you turned your grip in them to hold them, fingers interlaced tightly with his, and a smirk rising on your face. “Then, this last part I know you’ll love - revenge. After we take care of Boyd, then the loft, then we plot our revenge, and get justice for our friends and everyone else they have made suffer.” Leaning in close to his face, you whispered, “And that includes you.” Giving his hands a final squeeze, you rose to your feet, pulling him with you.

Despite everything, you saw a glimmer of the old Derek shining through, and it was enough to give you hope again. That maybe Jennifer hadn’t totally brainwashed him. And she wouldn’t. Not if you could help it.

Xxx

Pulling up in front of the Stilinski house yet again, you sat in silence as Stiles put the Jeep in park, turned off the engine, and just stared out the front windshield blankly without saying a word.

You eyed him from the passenger seat, the silence tense, and the small popping sounds of the engine as it cooled down nearly made you jump each time. Steeling your resolve, you reached a hand over to place on Stiles’ forearm. He flinched gently away, but allowed the gesture with a sigh, placing his other hand firmly over yours with a soft pat. “It’ll be okay, Stiles. This sucks, I know, but we have to be there for each other. I lost him, too. Don’t shut me out.” You choked on the sadness that had been building in your throat, swallowing the small lump down, daring it to break you. You could only manage a small, wavering whisper after that. “Don’t you dare, Stiles.”

Patting your hand once again, Stiles smiled tightly, his voice heavily sarcastic. “Yeah, it’ll be okay, Y/N. We’ll be fine. I’ll just add it to my list of trauma from this week and move on. Sound good? Okay.”

Pulling away from your grasp, he opened the door and got out of the car, slamming it shut behind him. The action was so violent for Stiles, it made you jump.

He had only gotten this way a few times in the years you had known him, one of those being when his mom died. It was never easy to watch, and sometimes harder to handle, but grief had a way of doing that. And you weren’t about to let grief dictate this evening. At least, not anymore than it already had.

Climbing out of the Jeep slowly, shutting the door quietly, you followed your friend to where he held the front door open for you, his face a tight line, his gaze downcast and far away.

He gestured you through with a stilted motion, but you stood at the bottom of the steps looking up at him. Shifting your weight side to side, the squelching sound of your waterlogged shoes finally became too much in the awkward silence, so you reached down and slipped them off, holding them limply at your side on the tips of your fingers.

You’re not sure how long you both stood there, but it felt like an eternity before Stiles finally took in a sharp breath. “Are you ever going to come in?”

“After we have talked.”

“We can talk inside just fine.”

“You can distract yourself inside just fine.” Stiles let out a loud breath through his nose, looking away from you again. “We need to talk first.”

He let go of the handle and took the few steps down to where you were. “Look, I know what you’re doing, and I appreciate it, I really do. But we can’t talk about this out here, for a multitude of reasons.”

“So what if someone hears us?” Stiles scoffed disbelievingly. “In case you haven’t noticed, werewolves are kinda in right now. We might just become the popular kids.”

Stiles smiled despite himself, plastering his hand over your mouth. “You mean you would finally be popular. I would still be the skinny kid full of sarcastic jokes who follows you around.” You went to speak, but he wouldn’t remove his hand. “And that’s okay with me. Times like tonight, that’s just what Derek needed, a friend. Not someone with a supernatural agenda, not pity, or someone picking up on chemo signals or whatever. He just needed a hand on his shoulder to ground him, one not covered in blood, which, no offense, all of you seem to have at this point for some reason or another.”

Rain drops started to hit the top of your heads, and you looked up, blinking once or twice as it pelted your face.

“Plus, it’s raining, so……”

Stiles smirked, removing his hand, and went inside, one arm still outstretched on the handle as he waited for you, a sly grin on his face this time, his eyes meeting yours. Despite the facade, you saw his pain; tonight would haunt him for a while. Stepping up and inside, Stiles mumbled a “thank you” as you passed over the threshold past him and went directly up to his room.

“My dad is at work tonight, so we have the place to ourselves.”

“What are you suggesting?” You playfully wiggled your eyebrows. “I mean, I know grief can make you do some weird things, but…..”

Stiles held up a hand, shut his eyes, and shuddered violently. “Don’t ever-” he made a fake gagging noise- “joke about that again. I don’t need nightmares, thank you very much. I’m very successful at them on my own.”

You chuckled.

“What do you think Boyd and Erica would have to say to this situation?” You smiled ruefully, absently adjusting a pillow on Stiles’ bed.

“Oh, they wouldn’t let us hear the end of it. How we joked about it, and also, how disgusted they were at the thought of it.” He looked thoughtful for a second. “It might actually be the first thing we would agree on, come to think of it.”

Your jaw dropped, and you threw the pillow at him, which he caught with a chuckle. “You know I’m right.”

“You don’t have to be mean about it.” You cast your eyes to the side, eyeing the floor, before you flopped in the center on his bed. “You can sleep on the floor, asshole.”

“It’s my bed,” he argued.

“It’s your punishment,” you shot back.

Both of you were still in your soaked clothes, but he didn’t seem to mind. Grabbing a pair of PJs you had set out earlier in the day, he pelted them at you, hitting you square in the face. “Nice reflexes, wolf girl. Go change.”

Mocking his words in a ridiculous voice, you went to the bathroom to change, hearing him do the same, hopping around trying to get his soaked sneakers off, before he must have succeeded, only to whack himself somehow because he muttered an “ow” after a soft thud.

Walking out with your hands over your eyes, you asked, “Is it safe?” before opening them just a crack to peek with a smirk.

“Hardy, har,” he said sarcastically.

You launched back onto the bed, ready to relax, when Stiles pounced beside you and wrapped you up tight in his arms, holding your back to his chest. After the initial comfort sunk in, so did the events of the day.

“I can’t believe he’s really gone,” you said quietly.

“It was a really shitty move,” he agreed.

Finally letting your tears fall, they raced silent tracks across your face and onto the pillow. You felt a dampness growing on your shoulder, Stiles’ shaking behind you as he too tried to be strong, not wanting to let it out.

Once it started, it wouldn’t stop, and you knew to Stiles that meant having to take a moment and be still, which let everything else catch up to you that you did your best to run from.

Placing your hand on top of his that rested on your abdomen, you threaded your fingers with his and clutched his hand tight, letting him know he wasn’t facing it alone. Any of it.

Giving your hand a squeeze in return, a single sob came through, and it was all you could do not to match it. But you knew he needed to get out just enough to take the edge off the pain before he bottled it up for later. It wasn’t healthy, but it was how he processed things, and that was enough for you to let him. You’d be there for the fallout later.

He sniffed loudly, cleared his throat, then rested his mouth over the damp spot on your shirt. After a few moments of silence, he mumbled into your shoulder, “Sorry about your shirt.”

You chuckled, swiping at your tears with your free hand and feeling him smile into the fabric where he stayed. “It’s okay, Stiles. Sorry about your pillow.”

This time he laughed softly, the sound making you grin.

“Please stay in here tonight. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep if I’m by myself. Too much going on in here.” He gently rocked his head back and forth where it still sat on your shoulder to indicate his troubled mind.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you said, realizing your pun when Stiles groaned and moved his forehead to the spot on your shirt, making you giggle.

“Your jokes are the absolute worst.”

“It wasn’t intentional!”

“That’s worse!” he cried, lifting his head up to make eye contact with you as you grinned over your shoulder.

Reaching up with your free hand, you wiped away the straggling tears. His eyes bloodshot, you caught a single stray tear that escaped on the top of your thumb. Pulling it back, you smiled sadly as you stared at the tip of your finger. “Say, ‘goodnight, Boyd’.”

Stiles side eyed you.

“Whenever I was sad as a kid, my parents would wipe away my tears and tell me to say goodbye to my worries as they dried away, and to blow them away like an eyelash. I dunno. They are weird people, how do you think I came to be this way? Stop looking at me like that.”

“Goodnight, Boyd,” Stiles whispered, before blowing the tear away.

Settling into the quiet, Stiles still held you close before he spoke quietly, a smile in his voice. “Did I ever tell you about the time Boyd got us the keys to the ice rink?”

“No….”

“Or when there was a werewolf smack down on the rink while Boyd was on the…. the…. the thing that smooths over the ice?”

“No!” You laughed.

“Too bad. He was a cool dude.”

“Yeah, he was.” You smiled. “I want to know these stories, now!”

“Tomorrow, Y/N. We already said goodnight, remember? Weirdo.”

Xxx

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shyrose57 · 4 years ago

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Brothers anon back again. I had a sort of writers block for the last like 2 days which made it really hard to do some questions, but I got em done finally. Sorry about the wait. This one is split between the numbered questions, and next ask is the other questions you asked!

I think I accidentally skipped a question in the last one. I honestly don't completely remember but in case I did skip it by mistake, the groups first travel out of the city's limits and even further beyond in a carriage. When they reach the end of how far the driver is willing to go they then get out and start walking. With Jackie screaming about how their finally going on a adventure.

1: It thankfully doesn't get to to bad before the others notice. And he immediately told them about Dream, wanting to be very clear with what happened and what they where getting themselves into. But they accepted him anyway and helped him.

2: Isaac is the leader cause Cletus is too much of a wildcard and too impulsive to lead safely, Charles is too shy to lead, and while Benjamin is perfect for leading he doesnt really like leading and is more of a follower than a leader. But Isaac can joke around and gets along with everyone but also be able to take things seriously and know when something needs to be handled.

5: They do not, they last for a few minutes and unless its a healing or regeneration potion (in which it can take a few days for it to fully go away) they have no long lasting affects. They do know of eachothers past to an extent, they know enough to avoid triggers and enough to know what not to do when around eachother. They know through telling eachother, and they feel awful Grievous and Jackie had to deal with that, but leave it in the past and focus on making their current life better.

6: Yes and no, while Jackie did mean to throw it at Ran, he ment for it to just hit nearby him, not directly hit him. It was ment to be more of a scare/intimidation tactic than anything else honestly. Grievous's luck is for basically everything, he has won the lottery twice before actually but only those 2 times, he's correctly guessed how many items are in a container more than a few times as well.

7: I use the height charts and they help mostly for comparison, problem is I have trouble applying it to real world stuff and because of that I still have trouble knowing if something or someone is to tall or short. Jackie can get very mean, like he can make fun of someone who just lost a loved one or experienced a traumatic event at the worst. But he usually doesn't get nearly that mean, most he does normally is making fun of how someone looks or how they do certain things. The others comfort him the best they can when he gets sad, and when he gets mean they either encourage it (Grievous), or discourage it and stop him (Watson. Ran is between either encouraging or discouraging it).

8: He was! He spent most of his life adventuring actually! He misses it somedays now since he lives in Subbin, but he believes giving up his adventuring life for a family and friends who needed him is a more than far trade and would happily pick his family over adventuring again. For around 4 years after Ran left Mizu (including the day he left), Ran traveled everywhere, and learned how to survive himself and taught himself different things, like sewing. Ran has made new socks, fixed clothes, and made blankets for everyone at least once. Watson also designs bows and arrows for show, for top functionality, and for just simple (training) gifts to the others. Ran (and Watson) has visited the nether, though Ran tended to stay in it longer than Watson cause he could withstand the temperatures better. And while digging a new tunnel across the nether he ran into ancient debris, which he then messed with until he figured out to mix it with gold and coat his sword in it. He tried to find more ancient debris but sadly hasn't found any, leaving his sword permanently damaged and at risk of breaking. Jackie isn't good at all at painting, its more of a hobby he's trying out. They try to camp out there at least once a week, where Grievous will sometimes build a pillowfort and either force everyone inside or play a game of capture the fort with them. Sometimes Ran will also read during the pillowfort nights, but not to often. Jackie wants to vist a Snow, Savanna, Jungle, Tagia, and if possible, a Ice Spike biome. He also wants to vist the nether but he'll have to fight Ran on that. Ran and Jackie's secondary titles are in Javanese!

9: Ran just kinda went "Hey Jackie, stand still for a second." "Ok?" And then he just picked him up and threw up.

10: When he's first given dinner after already eaten lunch, he just kinda stares at the food. Then asks if they meant to give him food, and when the others say yes, he asks why because he thought people only ate once every few days. His answer shocked the others and they ask him to explain, and he explains futher that he was only allowed to eat and drink once every 3 days. Their horrified by this answer but explain to him how theres 3 meals a day and he can drink whenever, he doesn't believe them at first but eventually accepts it.

11: When the fishermen first come to Ranbob about their worry, he expresses the same worry as them. But says that it's unlikely Ran will hurt the fishermen specifically, because Rans haunting are already friends with them, and Ran wouldnt risk breaking the friendship unless he deemed it necessary for their safety.

12: Ranbob is sad that Ran goes to such lengths to avoid him and keep people away from him, but he has resigned himself to it. As he knew that if Ran was alive it was greatly unlikely that he would trust him and knew he would be avoided. Which is actually particularly why he believes Ran will never trust him again and why he views Ran as a kind of lost family member. One he'll never get back no matter what he does.

13: Their first stop is a nearby flower biome, and after that Watson has planned to lead them to a waterfall he found with a shattered Savanna somewhat close to it. They plan to travel for a minimum of 6 months, they can actually travel for as long as they want to, but Prokius made them agree that they must be back before the next General Pit Battles (which happens once every 5 years).

14: He would 100% run himself into the ground until he's barely alive while searching for them. Benjamin compares Ranbob wanting to go back to Dream, to an abused person wanting to go back to their abusive lover. They believe they've changed and that they truly do love them and want the best for them, but in reality that's not it at all and others have to help them see thats not true and help them save themselves. So it doesn't surprise Benjamin or Isaac that much (it surprises Charles and Cletus though), and after its explained to them, their all more than willing to help Ranbob get over Dream and help him be himself again.

15: Oh definitely. Once they hear the Green-Eyed Enderman is back from hiding they all set out again, and after the group gets attacked and once word spreads that its in a group and there's another enderman with them, they all get targeted. With the Gladiators and Fishermen being targeted as bait or hostages to try to trick the enderman into following a trap. Ran wasnt affected like his brother was. Im talking about trauma and maybe even a bit of PTSD that came from Mizu, caused by Dream. Though both of the brothers have gained different amounts of trauma and PTSD from Dream. I may give the raven to either Watson or Ran, I think its fits both of them really well. I want to have them come across ruins of other Tales but im not sure which ones. Maybe they could find the remains of the Wild West Tale and the Haunted Mansion?

Glad to see you, Brothers Anon, and excited to read!

1: The perfect start to an Adventure. And a funny mental image. Imagining these two groups cramped into carriages is pretty amusing. How ready was everyone to get out by the time they could?

2: The fishermen are really great, and Ranbob is very lucky. I love them.

3: Isaac sounds like he’s a pretty good fit for it then. But nobody’s perfect! What are some flaws of his, leadership-wise?

5: Interesting. What makes Regeneration and Healing last longer? I suppose it’s not relative to the AU, but I am a bit curious. What’s the world’s potions mechanisms, if you don’t mind me asking? And that’s good! They may not know everything, but they know what to avoid, and that’s important. Everyone’s moved forward and are making the best of life, and honestly, that’s pretty cool of them.

6: Welp, Jackie, it seems intimidation tactic failed. However, you have managed to anger Ran, so..there’s that. He won the lottery? Dang. Well, if they ever need money, they can just send him to the nearest casino, I suppose.

7: Aight, so I may have a solution for you there. Whatever height you’re going for, find something in real life that’s just about the same height. Like a tree, or something. Or not, we can always just leave it at short enough to be tossed and tall enough to be the tosser. Jackie sounds like he knows where to hit to make it hurt, honestly. It’s good that they comfort him, though I am curious why they all react as they do to him being mean. Why does Grievous encourage it? And is it more of a depends on the day thing for Ran, or a depends on what was said to Jackie, and what Jackie’s saying thing?

8: Nice! What kind of places did he go? Does he have any particularly interesting knickknacks from that time period? And Ran personally sounds like he knows what he’s doing. Watson’s weapons sound really cool, where did he learn to make them? Is visiting the Nether not a common occurrence these days? Or is it simply that the others never got around to it before? Well, hobbies are always fun to try. Does Jackie keep at it and get better or get bored and try something else? How does Capture the Fort go with these guys, considering they’re gladiators? Why does Jackie want to visit those particular biomes? Is there a reason, or do they just sound cool to him? And why would Ran not want them going to the Nether? Because of the danger?

9: FDXGHJ- He just- tossed him?? No warning?? Oh my gods, I’m dying. How did Jackie react to that? Heck, how did Porkius react to that? I doubt anyone was expecting that display.

10: Oh, no. Now I really want to punch Dream in the face. What the heck, Dream?! He legit asks if they meant to give him food...If one of the fishermen or gladiators doesn’t eventually find a way to punch Dream, I will be forced to travel realities and do it myself.

11: Kind of sad that Ranbob was equally concerned about it. But hey! He won’t have to be, one day!

12: Poor Ranbob. I hope he’s proven wrong, eventually. Do the fishermen know that he thinks this? If so, how do they feel about it? Or does he kind of just keep those thoughts to himself?

13: Flower biomes are really pretty. What did everyone think about it? Did they bring any flowers with them? So this roadtrip could possibly go on for a few years. Did they leave just after a General Pit Battle, or do they have like, less than five years? Speaking of General, is Jackie still the General in this AU? Does he have extra duties because of it? Or is that not something that happened in this AU?

14: Yikes. Reactions to this? Why does Ranbob believe Dream’s changed, as you put it? Is Dream still able to talk to him, or is it because he just misses being there? So Benjamin and Isaac aren’t all that surprised about it. Do they take the reins in helping out? And how do they all do so? It’s good that they’re helping him though.

15: Well, this sounds like it can’t end well. They try to use the hauntings as bait? Is anyone actually captured? Rescue missions? And alright, that makes a bit more sense. I can see how they’d both be effected differently, and honestly, they’d probably both have very different perspectives of the event, all things considered. Ravens for the win! And it’d be really cool for them to come across the ruins of old Tales buildings. Can you imagine the kind of things they’d find? Diaries, faded photographs, moth-eaten clothes, blood stained floors...Like a walk in the past, but they’ll never know what came to be for the people of that time.

#Brothers AU #dream smp #dream smp au #ranbob #tales from the smp #ran #jackie #watson #grievous #isaac #benjamin #cletus #charles #porkius

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atlafan · 5 years ago

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Take it Slow - Part Fifty-Five

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Smut and Fluff.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Your alarm goes off at four the next morning. Harry groans like you’ve never heard him before.

“Why are you up so bloody early?”

“I’m going to the gym before work.” You whisper. “Go back to sleep.” You change and pack up everything you’ll need.

“Why?”

“Too dark in the evenings right now, I have zero motivation after work. I’ll be back before I go to work.”

You ran three miles. You have no idea why, but you did. You lifted some weights, and then got back to your apartment by 6:30 to shower. Harry was still in bed when you got back. He rolled over and saw you. You strip yourself of your clothes and he thought you looked like a runway model with the way you were strutting around.

“Right, so I’ll be showerin’ with ya.” He says getting up. You turn to grin at him.

“We have to be super quick.” You fix your hair into a bun so it won’t get wet. “Niall and I are going to carpool today, and he leaves super early.”

“Well, enough talkin’ then, let’s go.”

You turn the water on and wait for it to heat up. You stand under the warm water to wash the sweat away. Harry gets on his knees and pulls you towards him. You giggle, and then gasp when you feel his mouth on your clit. Your hands rake through his hair. He moves one of your legs over his shoulder so he can lick your center easier.

“Ugh, Harry.” Your head rolls back. “Feels so good.”

He dips a finger up inside you while his mouth focuses on your clit again. He curls it up inside you making the “come here” motion, and you’re not sure how much longer you’ll last.

“Harry, shit, don’t stop.”

You feel him smirk while he flicks his tongue faster on you. It’s when his second finger slips inside that you lose it. You gasp loudly, and practically scream while your stomach coils. One of your hands grasps at the tile on the shower wall. Your release comes and he continues to pump in and out of you while you ride it out. He stands up as you catch your breath. You lean your forehead on his chest.

“Shit.”

He lifts you up quickly and puts your back flush with the wall. You wrap your legs around him and he thrusts up into you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Always so reactive in the mornin’.” He smirks. He starts moving in and out. He grabs one of your hands with his and laces your fingers together.

“I love you so much.” You kiss him while he fucks up in to you.

“I love you too.” He says into your ear. “Love this tight little cunt too.” You moan at his words.

“Keep going.” You breathe out. He could feel you pulsing against him.

“Feels so good wrapped around me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, s’like it was made just f’me.” You tighten around him.

“Fuck, Harry.” You start panting while he moves in and out of you faster. “I wanna come at the same time, can we do that?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

“Harry, it’s gonna, I’m, oh god!”

His come shoots up inside you as you release around his cock. He stays pressed against you for a moment before pulling out, and setting you down. He kisses you before stepping into the water to rinse off. You give his bum a little pinch as you step into the water.

“Oi!”

“I love that ass.” You giggle.

You get dressed quick and throw some makeup on. It was already 7:15. You made a quick smoothie and kissed Harry before heading out the door. Niall had just pulled his car up.

“Mornin’.”

“Good morning.” You smile big at him. You certainly didn’t seem the way Harry had described. But it was a new day after all.

“You seem perky.”

“I went to the gym really early, I feel so energized.”

“That’s good. Wish I could do that, I get every last drop of sleep I can possibly get. Plus, Sarah usually gives me a good work out.”

“Don’t be gross.” You nudge him.

“As if Harry doesn’t give you a parting gift in the morning.”

“Oh he does, did this morning in fact, but that’s none of your business.” You smirk.

“Mhm, yeah.”

You and Niall stop for coffee and head to the office. You liked carpooling already. It was nice to have that time together in the morning. You decided to switch off every other day. You get to your desk and get through some lingering emails. Harry texts you a kissy face and it makes your heart flutter.

Harry gets to work around nine. Isaac says good morning like he usually does.

“Harry! We missed you last week.”

“Thanks, wish I could say the same.” He smiles along with his joke.

“Very funny.”

“Actually, I would have much preferred you had come with us. We coulda had a lot of fun.” Isaac blushes as Harry walks into his office.

His coffee was already waiting for him. He sighs with relief. He logs onto his computer and loads up some of the pictures he started editing. He gets them onto a flash drive and walks down to Mykenzie’s office. He taps on the outside of the door.

“Hey.” He says to her.

“Hi.” She says looking over at him.

“Got the pictures from last week for yeh.”

“Thanks, you can just leave that on Julia’s desk.”

“You’re not even gonna look ‘em over?” He pouts.

“Why do I need to? She’s the one writing the pieces.”

“You’re gonna look her shit over though right?”

“Yeah, when she’s done. I’m working on something else right now.”

“Alright then.” He turns on his heel and leaves her office. She hated when he’d pout like that. It was too cute. He walks over to Julia’s desk where her eyes are glued to her computer screen. “Hey, here are the pictures from last week.” He places it on her desk.

“Thanks.” Her cheeks heat up looking at him.

“Ya good?”

“Mhm.”

“Thanks for the coffee.” He winks at her and walks away.

You were too busy jamming out to your Glee cast playlist playing loudly in your ears to notice Harry standing in your door way around lunch time. He got a kick out of you bobbing your head around, mouthing the words that he knew you desperately wished you could be belting out. He makes a coughing noise, and you look up at him.

“Oh! Hi, sweetie.” You pause your music and get up.

“It okay I came by?”

“Course! Wanna eat with Niall too? He missed me all week.” Harry goes to speak but you’re already walking down the hall to Niall’s office. “Hey, come to my office for lunch, Harry’s here too.”

“Sounds good!” You come back and get your lunch out of your lunch box.

“What?”

“Nothin’…” He sits down in one of the chairs by your desk. Niall comes in and sits next to him.

“Hey mate.”

“Hey. How was car poolin’?”

“Good! We’re going to do it every day.” You say sitting down.

“It’s a nice way to start to day off.” Niall says.

“Agreed.” You smile at him. “How’s work today, babe?”

“Good, everyone really liked my pictures.”

“That’s great! They were beautiful. Niall, Harry got to dive under water.”

“Ohh, he likes doin’ that.”

“Shut up.” He nudges him. You roll your eyes at the inside joke. “Hey, Niall, you ever notice how much Y/N rolls her eyes?” They both smirk.

“Oh, all the time. She should have an award for it.”

“I really don’t even notice I’m doing it!”

“The best is when I catch you doin’ it in a bad meeting, I have all I can do to not start laughin’.”

“Good to know I can be so entertaining.” You stick out tongue out at him and he sticks his back at at you.

“You both wanna come over tonight to watch The Bachelor?”

“Or you could come to our place! Is that okay Harry?” He nods yes.

“Perfect. Sarah can’t come over tonight, and I hate watchin’ it alone.”

“I cannot believe you like watching it.”

“It’s addicting as fuck! Y/N actually got me into it. When she first started here she was talkin’ about the Bachelorette like all the time.”

“Mhm, so I started Niall off with Bachelor in Paradise that summer.”

“It was wild.”

“Jesus, you two are a married couple.” Harry chuckles.

“We’d be one of the couple’s from the fifties that have the twin beds instead of like a normal bed.” You joke.

“Yes! That’s exactly how I’d picture it.” He laughs.

Niall leaves you and Harry to hang out alone around 12:30. He closes the door behind him, and you move to sit in Harry’s lap.

“Hi.” You nuzzle your nose to his.

“You’re in a good mood today.”

“Hard not to be when you gave me an earth shattering orgasm this morning.” You blush as you say it.

“Earth shatterin’ huh?”

“Didn’t you hear me scream? Jesus, I’m still thinking about it. You have magic fingers. Actually, you have magic everything.” You giggle and lean down to kiss him.

“Would love to do that for ya again, now.” You stand up immediately.

“I already told you I’m not going to fuck you in my office.”

“Can we make out then?”

“Yeah, okay.”

You sit on the edge of your desk and he stands between your legs. Your hands stay on his hips while he kisses you.

Harry left your office with swollen lips and a fresh hickey on his collar bone. Isaac smirked at him as he came back up to the studio. Harry grabs a mint from the top of his desk.

“What’s that face for?” He asks him.

“Nothing, I just think it’s cute that you have this like high school romance with your girlfriend.”

“High school romance?” Harry scoffs.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone ready to pounce like you, you’re a like a teenager going through puberty.”

“Come off it. Can’t help that I’m with the most gorgeous girl in the world. Need to her to kiss me any chance I can get.” He shrugs.

“It’s nice seeing you so in love, H. It looks good on you.”

“Thanks, mate.”

Harry shakes his head and goes into his office. He was genuinely over the moon happy.

Niall drives you home at the end of the day, and says he’ll be over around 7:30. You get home before Harry, so you decide to start dinner. You get your music going and start a pot of water on the burner. You were thinking egg noodles with mushrooms and peas. Harry comes home to the smell of your cooking and sits down at the island in the kitchen.

“Hi sweetie.” You say to him. “Dinner’s just about ready.” You kiss him on the cheek. “How was the rest of your day?”

“Good, no complaints for once. How was yours?”

“Pretty good. Had a few meetings. I hate afternoon meetings, people are exhausting after lunch.” You plate up the foot for the two of you and sit next to him.

“Mm, this is delicious, thank you.”

“I made enough to have leftovers for tomorrow.”

“Sounds good. What time is Niall comin’?”

“7:30.”

“Perfect, plenty of time for a shag.”

“Harry.”

“C’mon, let’s go. Need t’save time for a cuddle and all that.”

“Okay, can we just clean up first?”

He practically throws the plates in the dishwasher, and yanks you into the bedroom. Your legs were over his shoulders before you knew it. Your back arching upwards several times. This man truly knew how to fuck a woman right, there was no doubt about that. When you were both done you laid their facing each other, legs tangled up in each other. Light pillow talk, giggles, and stolen kisses.

Around 7:15 you both get up and throw on some sweats. You decide on wearing Harry’s clothes. He notices you’re not wearing a bra.

“Hey, could you put somethin’ on under that?”

“It’s a sweat shirt, you can’t even tell.”

“Yes you can.”

“That’s because you’re looking. He won’t be.”

“Y/N.”

“Harry, I don’t know how else to say this, but Niall has seen me without a bra on several times. It’s really not a big deal. It’s not like I’m wearing a tight little white shirt. I’m wearing one of your sweatshirts. I’ll even keep my arms crossed. See?” You hear the buzzer go off. “I’m gonna let him up. Could you make some popcorn?”

“Mhm.”

“Hey!” You say to Niall as he comes in. He had his glasses on and was also clad in sweats. Harry comes out of the kitchen. “Look, he’s got his glasses on, full relaxation mode for the Irish lad.”

“Shut up, I was done with contacts for the day.”

“Want a glass of wine?”

“Wouldn’t be the bachelor if we didn’t.”

“Perfect! Go sit, I’ll get it.”

Harry felt like he was intruding on a date or something. He sits next to Niall on the couch and puts the popcorn on the coffee table. You come over with three wine glasses and pour it for them both, and yourself.

“Harry, could I please sit in the middle?” He shuffles over. “Thank you.”

The show starts and Harry is already bored. He really felt like a third wheel while you and Niall made comments to each other.

“He’s lettin’ her come back?!” Niall shouts.

“I thought we were free! I’m gonna say it, Peter’s a stupid bitch.”

“You’re right, and you should say it.”

“He literally just wants to bone, I don’t know why he wanted to do this.”

“Probably for that exact reason. Just wait for the fantasy suites.”

“What in the fuck are fantasy suites?”

“When he gets to the final three women, they each get an overnight date with him.” You explain.

“But only if the girl accepts.”

“And it’s no cameras. So the couple can talk all night without the producers meddling, or they can fuck.”

“And there’s no cameras at all?”

“Mhm, it’s like the most crucial date.”

Harry found himself getting more invested with the show. It reminded him of one his novels. You felt your eyes start to get droopy. You had been up really early, and the wine was making you sleepy. Your head falls on Niall’s shoulder. He looks down at you and chuckles. Harry’s jaw tenses. Niall nudges his shoulder up to wake you.

“Hm? Sorry, dozed off for a second.” Harry hooks his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into him. “Ya good?” You ask looking up at him.

“Yup.” Niall shakes his head, but keeps his attention on the TV.

When it ends the three of you are exhausted. You and Harry say goodnight to Niall, and you both shuffle into the bedroom, and into the bathroom to do your nightly routines. You take the sweat pants and sweatshirt off and get into bed. You couldn’t wait for Harry to wrap his arms around your soft skin. You sigh with relief when he does.

“That was fun tonight.”

“Yeah, s’not the worst show I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s very addicting.”

“Clearly.” He yawns.

“Love you baby.” You kiss his cheek.

“Love you too, goodnight.”

You were sort of embarrassed when you went to see Dr. Mara. You had called her office last week and told them you were too sick to come in.

“Hi, Y/N, are you feeling better?” She says to you as you sit down.

“I wasn’t really sick last week.”

“Oh?”

“I just didn’t feel like coming in and talking.”

“Well, that’s alright. Do you feel like you don’t need weekly appointments anymore?”

“No.” You sigh. “I definitely still need weekly appointments. I’ve been sort of depressed, and I’ve been trying to repress all of it.”

“What are you depressed about?”

“I don’t know…could be my seasonal thing. Harry and I have had sex from behind a couple times and I’ve had some bad flashes. I kept it to myself, but I told him about it…so I’m a little better. I was just feeling really low for some reason. I don’t know if it was because I was keeping something like that to myself, so I was just making it worse?”

“Why do you think you kept it to yourself?”

“Because I didn’t want him to worry, or treat me differently. I could tell he was really enjoying it, which made me enjoy it too…”

“You don’t have to put yourself through anything just because you know he wants it a certain way.”

“I know that, and he’s said the same thing to me.”

“So why try to force it?”

“Because I just want to be able to do things!”

“And you will, but not if you force yourself before you’re ready. I mean look at you, you look depressed.”

“I’m feeling better.”

“You look exhausted.”

“I’ve been sleeping just fine, getting up early, going to the gym.”

“Are you fatigued?”

“A little.” You sigh. “I’m going to Aruba in April…Harry and I got into a fight about it.”

“Why? Isn’t that a family trip?”

“Yeah, he was upset because he had just gotten back from a work thing in Florida, and he felt like I wanted to get away from him by bringing up my own trip. He really missed me. I missed him too, but he like really missed me.” You pause for a moment as she nods along. “He felt really bad for leaving because we were supposed to have the week off together to move. I told him it was no big deal, it really wasn’t. I honestly didn’t care, it was out of my control.”

“You usually like being the one in control.”

“On a person to person basis, yeah. But something like this, a bigger picture thing, like there’s literally nothing either of us could do, so it was whatever.” You shrug. “I don’t think he handles being out of control very well. I think once there’s a plan in place he gets really upset when it changes drastically.”

“Do you think that’s why he was upset when you brought up Aruba?”

“I think his family is supposed to come here for Easter, and he hasn’t truly accepted that I won’t be around for it. I don’t think he fully understands the relationship I have with my Nannie, even though he’s seen me absolutely sob over her…I hate it when we fight. We fight over the stupidest fucking things. We were in a restaurant over the weekend and he threw my fucking degree in communication in my face! Can you believe that?! And then when we got home he put on this big show of making it known he was going to sleep on the sofa. Good! I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him not to. An hour later he comes back in and starts yelling at me. So we talk some shit through. I mean, he drives me crazy sometimes. I know I’m not the easiest person sometimes, but Jesus neither is he.”

“Do you want to break up with him?”

“What?! God, no. I love him too much. The thought’s never even crossed my mind.” You sigh. “We had sex after our fight, it was good, but I got really emotional. It wasn’t like we had made love, it was almost angrier than that. Like a hate fuck or something. Only I was in control the entire time, all of it was coming from me.”

“Maybe you hadn’t resolved everything like you thought you had when you talked.”

“But I don’t want to have angry sex with him. Sure, a little rough is okay, but not angry. That shit doesn’t solve anything. It sure as hell didn’t make me feel better after.” You cross your arms and look away. “The next day I didn’t get out of bed until nearly one in the afternoon. I knew he was worried. I went to take a shower and he told me he needed to go to Niall’s for something. I know he went there to talk about me, why else would he have slipped out like that?”

“What do you think they would have talked about?”

“Why I was acting the way I was, I’m sure. I don’t like that it feels like I’m not allowed to not be okay. I can’t be okay all the time. Besides that, Sarah was with them and she texted me.”

“How did that make you feel?”

“Incredibly annoyed, but she told me what they talked about…I chose to just let it go.”

“What did they talk about?”

“Every depressive episode I’ve ever had. It was like a fucking team of doctors or some shit.”

“Y/N, we’ve talked about this before, but do you think you’d like to try going on some kind of medication? We could start you on a very low dosage-“

“No…that’s like a last resort. That stuff just fucks with your mood.”

“There are some side effects sure, but-“

“I said no.” You both look at each other for a moment. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright. So you know Harry went over there to get some information on you, and you chose not to freak out about it. Very different from a couple months ago.”

“I honestly just didn’t have the strength or energy to fight with him again. Now he knows these things about me. Awesome, I really don’t care.”

“But you do care. You look pissed.”

“Of course I’m pissed! How would you feel if three people who were really close to you had a conference to talk about every time you’ve ever been sad? It’s embarrassing. You think I like getting like that? I’d say it’s the only thing about living with someone I don’t like. They can see every time you’re vulnerable.” You groan. “And I lied to Niall last week. I told him I came to see you, and Harry had to have told him I lied.”

“Are you going to talk to him about it?”

“I don’t know. It’s sort of a moot point now…but now who knows if either will believe me when I come here.”

“Niall’s opinion of you really matters, doesn’t it?”

“We love each other, I don’t want him looking at me differently because I fibbed one time.”

“How does Harry feel about the way you and Niall love each other?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes he cares and sometimes he doesn’t. He gets jealous really easily. But he’s just a clingy, needy, guy.”

“Does that bother you?”

“Not at all…until it starts some shit. I think it’s cute he wants me all to himself. God, you don’t think we’re toxic do you?”

“No…but you two need some boundaries set. He shouldn’t get upset with you because you’re going on a trip with your family. But you’re not off the hook either. I know how you can be. You need to cut him some slack once in a while too. He’s not a mind reader, remember?”

“But I’m not one either.”

“Exactly. So, instead of biting each other’s heads off, just try communicating more clearly. If you notice him act a certain way, don’t just call him out on it. Take a step back and think about why he may be acting that way, and go at it from another angle. I know you do that work, bring it home with you.”

As you drove home from your appointment, you knew she was right. She was always right. The doorman greets you as you go inside, and you check your little mailbox just in case Harry hadn’t. You say hello to the desk attendant, Michael, as you head up to the elevator. You had gotten to know Michael well during the week of moving.

You key into your place. Harry was up in the loft working. You go right for the kitchen since you were starving. You take out the leftovers from last night, put some in a bowl, and heat it up. Harry comes into the kitchen to greet you.

“Barely heard ya come in.” He kisses you on the cheek. “How was it?”

“Annoying.” You say under your breath.

“Hm?”

“Good, it was good. Actually, it exhausted me.” Your mood had soured. “I just wanna chill out and watch Chopped.” The microwave goes off and you take your food out.

“Why was it exhausting?”

“Um…I told her about what happened over the weekend.” You say taking a bite of food.

“Oh.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Would you, um, like some time to yourself?” You smile at him.

“That would be kind of nice, actually.”

“Alright, I’ll just be upstairs.”

“Thanks, Harry.”

After you eat, you change into some of Harry’s sweats, and plop down on the sofa. You turn the TV on so you can watch Chopped. After the two episodes, and some time to yourself, you looked up towards the loft. You get up from the sofa and climb the spiral staircase. Harry had his headphones in and he was playing a video game. He pauses it when he sees you. You crawl right into his lap and wrap your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling your face into his neck. He wraps his arms around you as well and rubs your back.

“My sweet girl.” He coos.

“Miss you.” You nuzzle into him more. “Can we go cuddle in bed?”

“Mhm.”

You stand to get off him, and you both go down the stairs. You both go through your routines and get into bed.

“Harry, can I just lay on you for a bit?”

“Course, love.”

You shift and lay completely on top of him. Head resting on his chest, and legs on either side of his. His hands move up under your shirt just to rub your back. You sigh happily.

“So soft.” He coos. You smile against his chest.

“Harry?”

“Yes, love?”

“I love you more than anything, I hope you know that.”

“I do. I love you too.” He holds you a little tighter to him.

You fell asleep on top of him. He didn’t mind. He actually really liked when you were needy for a change. You were his sweet little angel.

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imaginesbyem · 5 years ago

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Phase 2 - Theo Raeken

Request: Could you do a Theo Reaken Jealousy Imagine? ☺️❤️

Summary: Secret love notes cause (Y/N) and Lydia to devise a plan. Make her secret crush so jealous, he comes out of hiding.

"Woah there, (Y/N). I think you’ve had one too many. Or maybe 5 too many” Stiles says as he grabs ahold of my shoulders. I blink my eyes rapidly noticing the spinning room now that I’m stood still.

“Stiles, Silly! It’s my birthday. Of course I’m going to get drunk!” I laugh, slapping my hand onto his shoulder for both support and drunk comedic effect.

“Do you want to sit down?”

“Not yet! I’m still only in phase 2.”

“What? You’ve definitely had too much.”

“Stiles, hands off. Phase 2 is the hardest phase and you’re not screwing that up!” says an also obviously tipsy Lydia.

“Not you too...”

“Look, Stiles. (Y/N) has a secret lover boy who we’re wanting to uncover tonight. She’s been getting all these random notes in her locker and presents for the past 3 weeks.”

“Oh that’ll end well. So what’s Phase 2 then?”

“Phase 1: Show up looking totally hot. Tick!” Lydia gestures to (Y/N).

“Phase 2: Gain the attention of all suspects.” (Y/N) slurs. Stiles looks on in awe as she stumbles while not even moving anywhere.

“Phase 3: Flirt with one of our allies to make them jealous.” Lydia continues.

“And finally, Phase 4: move upstairs and have them come to me. Perfect!” (Y/N) interrupts.

“So who are the suspects?” Stiles finally gives in.

“Okay, possible loverboy one; Isaac Lahey. Just came back from overseas and suddenly two weeks later, (Y/N) starts getting her gifts.” Stiles looks over at the rugged up boy on the couch sipping his drink and tapping his foot away to the music. “Boy two; Brett Talbot. He’s been openly flirty with (Y/N), along with a few other girls for a while now.” Brett stands next to the fridge talking to a girl while his eyes keep flicking over. “Boy three; Jackson Whittemore. His recent change of heart in wanting to be a better person matches the timeline of when (Y/N) started receiving gifts.” Jackson was stood by the snack table, visibly uncomfortable with how out of place he was.

“Okay, well how about someone like Scott? Or Liam? Guys that are close to (Y/N)?” Stiles quizzes.

“You think you can keep your mouth shut long enough for me not to find out if Scott liked me? You tell Lydia everything, and she tells me everything!” I laughed. Stiles looked over at Lydia who just shrugged. He knew he wouldn’t win this battle.

“And Liam?”

“Liam’s not mature enough to write the things (Y/N) has been receiving. I’ve never read something so mysteriously raw.” Stiles looks slightly offended by Lydia’s comment. “Oh, you know I’m not counting you, babe.”

“So they’re all the suspects?” Stiles asks.

“Well, they’re our main ones. There’s always a possibility of it being someone like Derek that we just don’t expect but he doesn’t have the ability to deliver the notes without help and I’ve never seen him display any kind of love. The closest I’ve seen is probably when he went missing for a few days and ate for the first time.” Lydia laughed.

“Okay, you guys are distracting me. I gotta get the guys attention.” I say quickly before looking down at my phone. “Shit, it’s already 11:30?! Everyone will probably start leaving soonish. I gotta move fast.”

I pull Lydia onto the middle of the floor with me and start dancing. She focuses on looking around and making sure the guys are watching while I try to focus on putting on a show. I run my hands along my body as I move to the beat of the song.

“Got them” Lydia whispers in my ear.

“What should I do now?” I ask. Lydia has acted as my mentor this entire time. I was dependant on everything she said.

“Phase 3.”

“Whos the ally?” As I’m looking around trying to find who Lydia would have picked to aid our plan, my eyes meet with Theo’s. He gives me a small smile that looks somewhat pure. I stop moving and smile back. He looks like he’s going to come over. What do I say? I’ve only spoken to him a few times and he’s definitely not someone you want to embarrass yourself in front of.

“There he is.” Lydia says as she pushes me backwards. I stumble back and fall into Scott’s arms.

“Woah. You feeling okay, (Y/N)?” He laughs.

“Oh, Scott. Thank god you caught me I thought I was gonna die for a minute there!” I let out my breath. “So you’re aware of Lydia’s plan?” I giggled.

“As of about 10 minutes ago. She forced Stiles to force me” He joked which made me feel guilty.

“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“no, no, no. I phrased that wrong. Look, I’m more than happy to help you out. After everything with Kira I’m in need of some girl company again. And not like that, just... Wow I’m bad with words.” He laughs at himself.

“Well, that’s how we know you’re not our loverboy!” I laughed. “But seriously, Scott. You’re a great guy. Don’t worry about a lack of girl company in your life right now. You don’t want to rush something that isn’t meant to be. You could ruin something great by doing that!” I said realising I was trying to do just that. Tonight was all about rushing something along. What if this whole plan scares off my secret admirer.

“God I’m an idiot.” I say out loud. “Sorry, Scott. I need a second alone.” I say before making my way upstairs. I could see how clearly confused he was and afraid that he had said something wrong.

I sat on the bathroom floor with my head in my hands, thinking about my life choices. Why was I like this? Why do I always get so obsessive and crazy about trying to keep control. I couldn’t bare not knowing who had secret feelings for me. And now I might have ruined the chance at ever finding out. Great job, (Y/N).

“Hey, you okay?” I look up to see Theo standing at the door with a glass of water in his hand.

“Hey, yeah. Just needed a break.”

“Was it Scott? Did he do something?”

“No, no! Scott’s been great. I’ve just been an idiot.”

“Great huh? He’s okay I guess.” I laugh at his reply as he sits beside me on the ground. “So what stupid thing did you do this time.” I lightly chuckle at his joke before exhaling deeply.

“It’s hard to explain.”

“I’ve got time.” He smiles.

“You know, for the whole bad guy persona, you’re really not that bad.”

“Me? The one who literally tore his sisters heart from her chest.”

“Okay, please don’t remind me about that.”

“Sorry. I should think more before speaking.”

“No, it’s okay.” I smile softly, still a bit off put. “Anyway, theres this guy who Lydia and I wanted to show off to tonight.” I see Theo visibly tense and I pause for a second. “I know, not something typical me would do. Anyway. There’s a guy who’s been leaving me random letters in my locker, sending me flowers at work, and all this other romantic stuff, but I have no idea who it is. So Lydia came up with a plan that tonight at my party we’d invite all the suspects and try to force them to act on their emotions through making them jealous. But... here I am.”

“With me. Is that so bad?” Theo laughs slightly, but I could tell he wanted a serious answer.

“Of course not. I just feel like I’ve scared him away for good.”

“So who were the suspects?” Theo asks.

“Uhhh. Isaac, Jackson, Brett. Lydia thought Derek possibly... I don’t know. It’s a long list that she worked out.”

“Was I on it?” He asks, more serious now.

“I-uh. I don’t think so?” I ask confused.

“Maybe she should leave the detective work to her boyfriend then.” He snorts.

“What do you mean?” I ask, already knowing the answer. He looks back at me with a stupid smile, feeling half excited to get it off his chest, but half nervous about what my response will be.

“I may not appear to be the most romantic guy, but I’ve been saving a few moves up from movies and conversations I’ve overheard.” He pulls the side of his lip up into a half smile, feeling completely vulnerable now.

“Wow.”

“You’re not... disappointed are you?”

“What? Of course not! I just definitely did not see that coming!” I exclaimed. He looks down at the ground, obviously taking that as a bad thing. Shit. Quick (Y/N), fix this. “So. When are you taking me out?” I nudge him with my shoulder.

“You don’t have to humour me, (Y/N).” Theo hides his pain with a smile.

“Don’t be stupid. I’d love to see what’s under this whole bad boy persona.” He smirks. “No, I don’t mean what’s under your clothes. Although now that I think about it that wouldn’t be too bad.” I laugh. He leans in to kiss me but before he can, I put my fingers against his lips. “As perfect as this moment is, I’m not having my first kiss with you next to a toilet that has probably been vomited in 20 times tonight.” I stand up and pull him up by his arms.

“Thats a poor excuse to get me into your bedroom.” He jokes.

“Are you complaining?” He shakes his head no before following me eagerly.

A/N: Hey, so this ended up taking a very different turn to what I was going to write. I thought it might be interesting to show a different type of jealousy to what Theo’s generally portrayed as. I’m definitely feeling like writing a more angsty jealousy imagine which I’ll start up soon, but yeah like I said I found this idea of a reserved jealousy fascinating with his character!

#teen wolf #teenwolf #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf imagine #theo #theo raeken #theo fluff #theo raeken imagine #theo raeken imagines #cody christian #cody christian imagine #cody christian imagines

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teenwolf-rarepairs · 5 years ago

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For the ship ask: scott and Isaac

do they have a lot of arguments? if so, over what? They don’t argue a lot, but when they do is about their ways to approach a situation (Isaac usually being more aggresive and Scott sometimes a little bit too patient)

who apologizes first? in what way? is it hard for either of them to apologize? Isaac is usually the first one to apologize, not because Scott is too proud to do so, but because he really doesn’t like it when Scott is angry or upset because of him. Scott can’t really stay mad at him when he makes the puppy eyes thing.

which one has more insecurities? over what? Mostly Isaac. He still has a hard time trying to get over all the hurtful things his father constantly told him. He constantly worries about not being good enough, not deserving all the good things Mellissa and Scott have done for him, not deserving someone as amazing and kind as Scott. He can’t help it, but when it gets too bad Scott is there to reassure him.

who gets more riled up? do they show their anger? Isaac gets riled up faster, but they are careful with how they show their anger. Physical violence is off of the table. Scott knows he sometimes can be hurtful with his words when he’s really upset and Isaac can be cruel, so they really try to keep their words in check when they fight.

how do they hide their pain when they’re upset? do they try to hide their pain? Scott is not very good at hidding his (emotional) pain and neither is Isaac. They might try it once in a while, but the other will quickly pick up on their distress/sadness and do something about it.

who tries to make up first? does it work? Isaac does. He hates when they fight, and will approach Scott sooner than later. Though Scott sometimes beats him to it.

would they hate-fuck if they were mad at one another? if they had a falling out? Scott never liked the idea of hate-fucking someone, specially Isaac. He likes to make his partner happy, feel him happy, so he won’t try to have sex with him unless they’ve talked everything out. They do like their make up sex tho.

do they hold grudges? is it hard for them to let go/forgive each other? Not really. Scott doesn’t see the point in doing so, and though Isaac is prone to hold grudges, he knows Scott doesn’t hurt him on purpose, so he lets it go quickly enough.

is there something big that could potentially tear them apart if it was revealed? No. Neither of them have done anything bad enough to cause a fall out.

if something already happened to tear them apart, what would make them come back together? is it even possible? Well, Scott is very forgiving, so I think he would really try to understand his partner and the situation, and then he would try to fix everything. Isaac is more insecure and it could stop him for a while, but his feelings towards Scott would win the battle at the end.

what’s their favorite pass time when they’re upset? Scott just goes somewhere quiet and thinks. Isaac gets restless, so the only thing he can do to relax himself is go for a run.

who do they confide in when shit hits the fan (besides each other)? For Isaac is kind of difficult to trust someone like that, but he gets close to Malia and she becomes his confidant. Scott of course goes to Stiles, though he’s not always helpful, he listens and thats enough.

is it hard for them to talk about their feelings openly with each other? if so, is there any way that can be resolved, even in the slightest? It’s a little bit hard for Isaac at the beginning, but he feels really comfortable around Scott and knows he won’t judge him. Scott wears his heart on his sleeve, and when it comes to Isaac it’s even a little easier to tell him how he feels.

who grieves more when the other is away? Isaac. Man, he hates when Scott is away and he also hates that he feels clingy, but he can’t help it. He doesn’t connect with people like he did with Scott that often.

who misses the other more, or really thinks about them more? They both do, a lot.

do either of them have a special item (an article of clothing, a necklace, a book) that they use when they miss the other? if so, what is it? what do they do with it (read, wear, look at, smell)? They both like to wear each other’s clothes, but since Isaac is taller than Scott, he prefers taking one of his shirts or a hoodie and sleeps with it tucked under his pillow.

who cries more? who gets more emotional in general? They’re both kind of emotional, but Isaac the most. He feels safe enough with Scott to show that soft side of him.

do either of them have the other’s stuff lying around their house? Isaac’s stuff are all over Scott’s house. Even when he moves out, he leaves clothes, books and other things behind. Scott moves them into his room.

how about teasing? do they tease each other while in a fight (whether it be with themselves or just general teasing)? They don’t like at all when the other is upset, so they won’t tease each other about it.

do either of them have any vices? Nope, though Isaac had a time when he always had skittles on him.

what’s the thing they miss most about each other? Isaac misses how safe and secure Scott makes him feel. Scott really misses how warm Isaac makes him feel inside, like he could do anything.

what’s their go-to breakup/angst song? Someone you loved - Lewis Capaldi

who’s more jealous? Isaac, because Scott is way too friendly and almost never notices when someone is flirting with him.

who is the first to forgive? Scott. He doesn’t see the point in holding onto grudges and things that hurt him.

what’s the one deal breaker for either of them (lack of communication, fear of commitment, etc)? Isaac’s insecurities sometimes get the best of him and it strains his relationship with Scott.

who would take longer to let go? do they ever really “let go”? When Scott really falls in love, he falls deeply, head over heels, so it’s way harder for him to get over a breakup. Isaac on the other hand is very similar, but maybe would convince himself that it was for the best and he’ll force himself to move on.

which is more afraid of confrontation? Isaac. He has a lot of childhood traumas regarding confrontations with people he loves (his dad), so yeah. He’ll avoid them like the plague.

who’s the first to distance themselves (if either)? Scott, but not because he wants to push Isaac away. He just needs a quiet moment to think and cool off, before he can do anything.

who’s more patient? is it hard to break that patience? Scott is more patient, and yes, is hard to break that patience but is not impossible. Sometimes Isaac gets very difficult and Scott snaps.

who’s the first to blame themselves? Both of them, but Isaac is really self-deprecating.

who’s more likely to do something out of spite? Isaac, even if he knows he’ll regret it later.

who would be the first to say they hate the other? would they mean it? Neither of them would say that, not even as a joke, really.

who worries more? Both of them.

what scent reminds them of the other? Scott smells like coffee and cinnamon for Isaac, and Isaac smells like lemon balm and Scott loves it.

do they have any regrets (regarding the other, or just in general)? They do have regrets regarding a lot of stuff, but not each other.

who’s quicker to walk away if a situation gets heated? Isaac. He hates confrontations, so if a fight gets heated he’ll walk away until he thinks is safe to come back.

who is more prone to anger? Isaac.

who cries more in an argument? do either of them cry? Neither of them cries, but if it gets really bad, Isaac might tear up and Scott will immediately stop.

does it take a lot for it to get to the point of yelling? Yes, though Isaac sometimes rises his voice a little bit, they don’t yell at each other.

who sleeps on the couch? can either of them sleep without the other? If they had a pretty bad argument, Scott is the one to willingly take the couch, but it doesn’t last long. Either Isaac will call him back to the room or he’ll sleep in the couch too, on top of Scott.

who’s more likely to protect the other? They both are, equally.

if one of them gets injured, who worries more? Isaac worries a little bit more because Scott has a tendency to sabotage his own healing when there’s a particular situation, so yeah, he fusses a lot.

who would be more afraid of the other’s death/harm? Isaac is utterly terrified of that possibility. He has lost his whole family and got a new one he really intends to keep safe.

who ends up yelling first? are they always yelling when arguing, or do neither of them yell at all? They don’t yell at all. They might rise their voices a little bit here and there, but it never goes further than that.

who would be more likely to save who? Isaac is more likely to save Scott, because Scott has like zero regard of his own well being and will sacrifice himself if necessary.

who stays up at night brooding? Isaac.

who has more dreams/nightmares about the other? Both of them have a lot of nightmares, but not about each other.

who comforts who after a bad dream/event? They comfort each other.

do they think about each other a lot? does it affect their performance/schoolwork? Yeah, they think about each other a lot and sometimes Scott gets distracted by that. Isaac is more careful about it.

if one of them were to come back after a long time, who would come to who? would it go well? would the other person take them back? Well, Isaac is the one who comes back after a long time. It’s awkward for them at first, not knowing where they’re standing with each other, but after a couple of days they come around and talk about the situation. Scott does take him back, but they go slow.

#scisaac #scott x isaac #ship meme #ship ask #teen wolf

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harristarrkey-blog · 6 years ago

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Evermore: Chapter One

Summary: Some believed the town was cursed, as it was the only place where winter was always present, others believed in the presence of a beast, lurking away in the forest and stealing children from their parents and killing farm animals. Ritchie didn’t particularly believe in any of those stories, but as a lot of people, he felt uneasy to enter the forest.

Pairings: George Harrison/Ringo Starr, John Lennon/Paul Mccartney

Also on AO3 by SpaceRavioli

The day was cloudy and windy, with no sign of the sun to be seen. The water was freezing cold and exuded a strong, salty scent that blended in with the smell of fishes’ guts and ashes from the town. The cacophony of fishermen grunting was his background music, and he joined while lifting a bucket full of fishes to the shore, where the sand was raspy and full of garbage.

It was all in all, a normal working day.

Ritchie’s joints screamed and his lungs burned, but he didn’t stop walking until he was in the store. He was ready to finally end this day and to finally return home to his parents and rest until next morning and repeat everything again.

Once inside the store, he dropped the bucket in the backroom and closed the door. He hated the way the fish felt through his worn-out gloves, but he despised the way the fish guts smelled, so he left them all for Bobby Thompson to mutilate.

“Leaving already? But you are gonna miss the best part!” Bobby said, already surrounded by a gory fest. Ritchie wrinkled his nose, clearly disgusted even after years of working there.

“I’d rather just leave now” He responded, taking his gloves off and putting them in a bucket full of sea water. He then continued stripping his work clothes and changed into his normal ones, just a simple long-sleeved shirt, some baggy pants, a coat that belonged to his father and his age-worn boots. “But you can ask me again tomorrow, maybe I’ll change my mind over night. “

“Hope you do” Bobby sliced open a fish almost joyfully. “See you later, Ritch”

“See you”

Ritchie left the store and started walking down town whistling. All his limbs felt tired and wanted nothing more than a good night rest, but he didn’t want to return home just yet. He enjoyed walking through town, looking into the nice little shops and meeting new people. Besides, he hadn’t seen his friends since ages ago and was dying of knowing what was happening with their lives.

“Oh, Ritchie, again so soon?” Maureen casted him a quick glance and smiled. She was fixing some gentlemen’s hair with fast, talented hands, with her own hair in a nice, tight bun and dressed in a long, pink dress and a black apron.

She looked beautiful.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Mo.” Ritchie stood awkwardly under the door and shrugged. “It’s been a while now”

“You were here yesterday, silly”

“I certainly do not remember”

Maureen sighed and returned her attention at her client, smiling. She lifted a big mirror behind his head and asked what the guy thought of his hair. When he seemed satisfied with everything, he paid and left. Ritchie just watched everything unfold in silent, curiously probing at the tools.

“It must be the age” Maureen joked once they were left alone. Ritchie let go of a pair of scissors when she glared at him. “What are you really doing here?”

“Nothing, just the usual”

“You mean, annoying me?”

“No, I meant the just passing by part”

“Ritchie” She said sternly, and Ritchie just froze in place, comb in hand. With a frown, he avoided her worried eyes and pointed at the tools with the comb.

“You know, I still think you should teach me one day”

“Yeah right, because I need another reason for your fiancée to hate me”

Ritchie winced immediately.

“I’m sorry, Ritchie.” Maureen spoke softly, like she was talking to a kid and he hated that kind of baby talk, well knowing what she was gonna say. Still, he let her finish. “But we have to stop pretending she doesn’t exist every time you walk through that door.”

And he knew she was right, but he still asked in a small voice and grabbed a couple of scissors: “Not even a little bit?” But he already knew the answer.

You see, Richard Starkey was going to marry Bethany Shaw next month. The marriage was arranged between the two families in hope of survival, and so the date was unmovable and their fate unavoidable. Bethany Shaw was Ringo’s age, but appeared younger with her beautiful, long, golden hair and a chubby face that looked like it didn’t belong in her minuscule body. She was tiny, but her presence was not. She carried the confidence that Ritchie lacked and talked like everything she said was right, and still, nothing she had said made Ritchie love her.

But who loved someone that they barely knew, and was supposed to marry in two weeks?

“Ritch…” Maureen warned, but Ritchie ignored her in favour of playing around with the scissors. Because he didn’t love Bethany Shaw and wasn’t even sure he liked her enough to tolerate a lifespan with her for the rest of his surely short life, but he did like other things. His dream was to be a stylist, like Maureen was, but he also enjoyed things like spending time with her, painting, dancing and hearing the music at Pete’s bar and for now, that was enough. Things that helped him pretend that he wasn’t going to marry some girl he didn’t like soon.

“Are you going to come with us next weekend?” Ritchie changed the conversation, not wanting to follow that thought anymore.

“Oh, I don’t know, Ritchie. Not sure how it will look that just one lady is hanging with all of you guys”

“I can tell Rory to invite his wife, if that’s the only thing you are worried about” But he knew that wasn’t the only thing she was worried about. She surely was worried about a lot of other things, like Bethany, but Ritchie couldn’t care less.

“But--“

“It’s probably going to be the last time before I marry” He blurted before she could refuse him again. His eyes looked for her gaze, and when they found it, he smiled a little. “Please, Mo. For me?”

He saw the way her lips trembled a little, and his stomach felt empty. He never liked when she felt sad, and lately it looked like it was the only thing he could make her feel. He wanted to hold her hand and tell her everything was going to be alright, but that was lying, and he hated lying to someone he loved.

So, he settled for just waiting.

“I—I—” She stuttered, but after long, painful minutes, she sighed. “I’m gonna ask Isaac”

“Maybe he can come. The more, the merrier” Ritchie smiled and pushed her shoulder gently with his own.

“I’ll ask, I’ll ask.” She finally smiled again and pushed him back. “Just don’t get to excited yet, okay?”

“Oh, I promised I won’t” Ritchie crossed his heart and Mo laughed a little. “There’s just one last thing I need to do.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll ask everyone else about it” He said, fleeing from the store before she could process the words.

“Oh my— what?! Richard!”

The bar Ritchie hang around all the time wasn’t his favourite, but it was the one Rory worked in.

The bar in question was the biggest one in town, with shows every night and a lot of people around it. It also served food, which was a big plus, but that didn’t take the owner’s personality away. Mona Best was a well-known character between all the townsfolks, with her ostentatious way of being and management of the place. In Richie’s point of view, she was one of those mothers that never let her chicks fly away. And just a quick look to Pete Best, one of her chicks trying to handle his waiter work, confirmed his beliefs.

He shook his boots before coming in, Mona would bite his head off. The bar was crowded, since a lot of workers had finished working like Ritchie. He swam in the sea of people before making his way to a lonely stool at the bar and sat before anyone else could take his place. It wasn’t long before he was attended.

“Ah, Ritchie, s—still don’t know how t—to cook?” The barman joked. Richie just snorted.

Rory was a tall lad, with blond hair and a charming smile, but the clothes he wore at work didn’t favour him and sometimes he would stutter, specially when he was nervous. Still, the ladies didn’t seem to care about all of that since he was being asked out all the time. He was handsome, and charismatic and Ritchie could see that. And agreed.

“Why? I already decided that you will be doing all my meals”

“Ah, e—even when you are getting ma—married?”

“It’s fine, we’ll find you a place. Do you mind the floor?”

Rory laughed, laying on the bar.

“What can I—I offer you t—today?”

“The usual, please”

Rory winked at him and disappeared behind the kitchen. Ritchie took advantage of this time to look around the bar, the sound almost overwhelming without anyone to drown it. His eyes fixed on a guy comforting a woman in the corner of the bar, but Ritchie could barely hear the words they were saying.

“Fish and ch—chips for the good sir” Ritchie jumped a little on his seat. “Anything else?”

“Eh, yeah” He looked down at his plate and then at Rory. “What is going on there?”

Rory followed his thumb to the scene before, and his face sobered up. He bended a little, just enough to be within Richie’s hearing and Ritchie’s only.

“They were mugged, just this morning. “

“Oh”

“Yeah, around the forest. They were blabbering about some beast following them before they collided with the wrong people, asking for help.”

“A beast?”

“Yeah, remember?” Rory’s voice was just a whisper now. “The legend about a beast living in the forest. I don’t believe it though, I think they were just scared of wolves or something.”

“Or a bear…”

“Yeah. Anyway, they are waiting for his son to come and help them return home.”

“Poor people, what an awful thing to happen.” Ritchie gulped, thinking what he would do in a situation like that. But how could he know? That was just bad, bad luck.

“Yeah” Rory sighed, clear pity in his eyes. “Anyway, I got—tta attend some other clients before Mona notices me just hanging here. If you need anything else, you call”

Ritchie nodded and looked at the poor couple one last time before starting eating. Later, he would ask Rory about meeting up in the weekend.

When Ritchie returned home, he was expecting to take off his clothes and disappear within his sheets, succumbing in a well-deserved sleep.

But he was wrong.

“You finished packing?” Her mother, Elsie, asked from the kitchen the moment he crossed the threshold. Ringo froze in place and winced, because of course he had forgotten about packing, or the trip altogether.

Tomorrow he had to travel with his fiancée, Bethany, first hour at dawn to find some stupid wedding dress because she didn’t like any from the shops in town. And of course, there was, supposedly, the best tailor in the next town over. Ritchie didn’t even remember his name.

“Uh, something like that” He answered, taking off his coat and boots in a lazy manner. He could hear his mother’s sigh from all the way to the kitchen.

“You had been planning this for days”

“You mean she has been planning this for days…”

He hung up his coat, hearing his mother’s steps from the kitchen to where he was. And finally lifted his gaze from the hanger to his mother when she was standing next to him.

“I know you don’t want to go” She started, searching his gaze. Ritchie preferred to watch her grip on a wooden spoon, though. “But it’s something you gotta do, baby”

Ritchie pouted. He didn’t want to go, as he didn’t want to marry Bethany, but knew his mother was right. If he weren’t to go, then Bethany would never forgive him, and it would be a worse start to their premature relationship. So, he sighed and nodded weakly to his mother.

“I understand, mum.” He whispered against her skin when she hugged him comfortably. When she let him go, and smiled at him, he felt a little bit better. Ritchie remembered that everyone was making sacrifices around him, not just him, because sacrifices were meant to happen if they wanted to live.

Even though now his mother was with someone she truly loved, at first she married his dad, a guy she didn’t loved. Just like Ritchie, she was arranged with someone they could afford to marry, And now she was trying everything she could to assure a future for his son. And, if Ritchie was lucky enough, maybe later in life he would be able to find someone he truly loved like his mum.

“I hope we arrive before sunset, I don’t want to go through the hassle of finding everything closed”

Ritchie sighed while lifting the last suitcase in the carriage, wondering why on earth they needed so much luggage since they were supposed to stay only three days at most. Bethany was already on the carriage, covered from head to toe with every coat she owned to prevent the cold. Ritchie, on his part, was only wearing his father’s coat, two pair of long-sleeved shirts and some old scarf he found in the closet.

“Winter came earlier this year, huh.” She whispered, almost naively. Everyone knew that in that part of England, winter seemed almost eternal. Ritchie himself didn’t remember a warm day since he arrived there with his mother.

When everything was ready to go, he hopped on after giving his horse, Tiger, a few pats on his powerful neck. “The sooner we leave, the sooner we will arrive”

Even though dawn was just starting, the town was already giving signs of life. The baker had his window opened just a crack, letting the smell of fresh bread bled through it; Mona Best was sweeping the front yard, cleaning everything the drunkards that had just stumbled home left behind; fishermen were already leaving home, preparing themselves for another day on wild and freezing waters. Ritchie was usually one of them, but today he had a free day.

More or less.

At least, for now, Bethany wasn’t in the mood to run her mouth. She preferred to lay down as far as she could in her seat and close her eyes a little bit, squeezing in some sleep before the sun was completely out. Ringo envied her a little, he too wanted to rest but someone had to take care of the road, especially in the forest.

Not a lot of townsfolk leave town, and Ritchie was one of them. He was more of exploring open waters, not the surrounding trees, but he did if he had to. Contrary of that, everyone was always a little nervous to get beyond the road in the forest, where it was always snowing for some reason, even in summer. Some believed the town was cursed, as it was the only place where winter was always present, others believed in the presence of a beast, lurking away in the forest and stealing children from their parents and killing farm animals. Ritchie didn’t particularly believe in any of those stories, but as a lot of people, he felt uneasy to enter the forest.

As they entered, leaving the dim lights of the houses behind, everything became more difficult to see, with the sun slowly coming out behind the horizon but quickly hiding behind the clouds. There was only one road to follow, as one could easily get lost in the forest, but with the snow covering every bit of soil available, it was hard to keep track of where they were going. And the deeper they went, the feeling of nervousness augmented.

Were they really following the right track?

The wheels of the carriage were squeaking with effort with every step Tiger gave, the snow under them crunching noisily. Beside him, Bethany was sleeping, hugging her own arms while her head dangled in front on her. Richie almost desired for her to be awake, since he was getting nervous.

What if they were getting lost?

“Nonsense” He whispered, face hidden behind the scarf. Still, small puffs of air escaped through the clothing. “We are still following the path, it’s below us. You just can’t see it well because of the weather.”

Ritchie looked far ahead, and he could see patches of road. But the path stretched on forever, or so it appeared like that, and it was getting on Ritchie’s nerves.

“I’m just tired, that’s all. Yesterday was a very tiring day and you haven’t recovered completely from that” He started chanting, breaking the silence surrounding him. “Think of the yummy food you will eat once you get there.”

But that just made his stomach growl. Maybe it had been a while since they left town.

“Are you hungry?”

“God!” He jumped, not expecting Bethany to be awake. She looked startled, but only laughed a little.

“Sorry, you woke me up with all the talking.” She said, not sounding sorry at all. Reaching behind her, she grabbed a basket full of homemade food they had prepared for the trip. It wasn’t much, but enough to not die of starvation until they reach the town. From the basket she put out two pieces of bread with cheese and extended one to Richie. “This is yours. Without onion, right?”

Ritchie nodded, surprised she remembered he was allergic to onions. Grabbing the leash with one hand, he grabbed the bread with the other and thanked Bethany before he started eating his lunch.

“Do you know how much longer it will take to arrive?” She asked through mouthfuls of food, picking the crumbs that fell to her dress with her index finger. Ritchie looked at the sky, still cloudy, and then the road, still full of snow.

“Not much, I hope. But we may take longer than necessary because of the snow.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. Plus, we need to give Tiger some time to rest, water and some food.”

“Oh”

She sounded disappointed, so Ritchie tried to cheer her up.

“Still, we will be there before sunset, and then we can rest and tomorrow we will look for your wedding dress.” Ritchie smiled at her. “I promise”

She smiled too, and after swallowing a mouthful of bread, she spoke livelier. “I will look for the dress. You can do whatever you want”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, silly Ritchie!” Her laughed filled the void in the forest, echoing through the leaves. “You can’t see the dress before the wedding”

“Why not?”

“That’s just bad luck!”

“Bad luck? I don’t believe in bad luck!” Ritchie exclaimed, his voice reaching the deepest parts of the forest. With another bite to his lunch, he felt better, more joyful. And Bethany laughed beside him, because maybe not everything was gonna be awful forever. Both needed this, Ritchie thought, they just needed to know each other a little bit better. Maybe he really didn’t have bad luck, maybe it wasn’t going to suck.

But he was proved wrong, when an arrow flew next to his head to the tree in front of them.

“OH MY GOD!” Bethany screamed, flailing her arms wildly. Ritchie let go of his sandwich, not having much time to think what to do, and grabbed Tiger’s strap and hit the horse with it, urging to go faster.

That’s what happens when you scream in a fucking haunted forest, Ritchie vaguely thought, as another arrow flew, hitting one of the carriage’s walls.

Their whistling sounds would be forever in his mind.

“Can’t we go faster?!” Bethany cried, her eyes full of panic and tears, and honestly? Ritchie was just as panicked as her. He vaguely remembered the couple from yesterday, feeling so stupid for going out when he knew there were muggers running around the forest.

He pushed her head down, trying to protect her from the flying missiles and the chaos everywhere. He couldn’t see past the snow, and his ears were filled with shouting and Bethany’s cries, but he still knew enough that they were getting surrounded by them. His lungs started to burn, cold air filling his lungs in an uneven way, his eyes watered, and he almost didn’t feel the arrow piercing his right ar—wait.

“FUCK!” He screamed, letting go of Bethany to grab his wounded arm. Warm liquid escaped through his fingertips quickly and Ritchie panicked, not knowing what to do.

Tiger gave a sharp turn, grunting and panting loudly, and Ritchie fell, his fingertips just grazing Bethany’s arm.

“Ritchie!” She screamed. Ritchie lifted his arm, begging for her to stop Tiger and to return for him.

But she never did.

Quickly gazing back and forth, Bethany grabbed Tiger’s leash and urged him to go faster, rapidly disappearing between the trees and the snow.

He couldn’t believe it.

“Come on!” Ritchie heard someone shout over the white noise in his head, but when he turned to face the muggers a white, shimmering light emerged from the snow, blinding everyone in its wake. He couldn’t see anything, but only hear the surprised screams of the robbers and the grunts from the horses. Ritchie stumbled, covering his eyes.

“It’s the beast! Everyone run!” Was the last yell Ritchie heard before falling backwards and hitting his head with a tree.

#the beatles #george harrison #ringo starr #john lennon #paul mccartney #fan fic #my writing stuff #evermore #e: chapter one #starrison #english #mclennon #altern universe #beauty and the beast au #multichapter

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mydearestreaderfanfics · 6 years ago

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Do You Like Scary Movies? (Matt x Reader)

Warnings: swearing, violence, death (not any main characters)

Word Count: 2,997

Prompt/Request: Fourteenth day of the October Special: Scary Movies.

Summary: You and your boyfriend, Matt Holt, are enjoying a scary movie marathon. Well, you were... until a certain Stephen King movie turned the night into a truly scary story.

Author: Mod Alex

Matthew Holt was many things, a goofball, a major nerd, and a spectacular boyfriend. He was not, however, a horror movie fan. Not that he was about to tell you that. You loved horror flicks of all kinds- anywhere from psychological thrillers to gory slasher flicks, the scarier the better. And Matt was a sucker for seeing you happy. So when you asked him to binge watch horror movies with you in honor of the spooky season, he couldn’t help but say yes.

Which is why he was here now, a bowl of popcorn on his lap, pulse rushing, and clinging to you. And you were only half-way through the second movie. “Aww, Matt, do you want to turn the movie off, love? You should’ve told me you didn’t like scary movies.” “WHA- no way! I was just, um, making sure you weren’t scared. Yeah! That’s all, I just didn’t want you to get scared.” You fixed him with a disbelieving look and he chuckled nervously, pulling away from you. You pulled him back, curling up with his arm wrapped securely over your shoulders. “I guess you can protect me from the big, bad movie monsters.” Despite knowing you were playing along for his sake, he couldn’t help but feel better. Being close to you helped make the movie feel less real.

“Next up, a classic: The Children of the Corn!” Matt shook his head, amused. You weren’t afraid in the least if anything you seemed even more pumped than you had been before you started watching the movies. “Sure… Let me just go to the bathroom. You set it up?” You nodded, already shuffling through your DVDs. By the time he got back, you’d already set the movie up and popped another bowl of popcorn. “Ready?” “Yeah.” You got cozied up next to him again and pressed play. The opening played like normal, you laughing at the shitty effects and Matt seeming genuinely disturbed by the storyline. You mourned the loss of Sarge, the sweet border collie, and watched as Burt and Vicky made it to Gatlin. As they parked the car, your vision went black.

You woke up in the unforgettable snot yellow Buick. Your heart raced, thinking that perhaps this was some sort of sick joke. At least until you turned to see an equally confused Matt. Oh god, this can’t be happening. He wasn’t wearing the ironic tee you’d gotten him for his birthday, instead, he was wearing the white buttoned shirt that Burt wore in the movie. Much to your horror, you had Vicky’s outfit on. Did this mean what you thought it meant? “(Y/N), where are we?” You barely heard him over the roaring in your ears from the rising panic. You grabbed around at anything you could find- the map and bloody suitcase confirmed your suspicions. “In the movie. Fuck! Matt, how is this happening? How can this be real?” “The movie? You mean Children of the Cor-“ “Yes!” He grabbed your hand, trying to steady you even though he was freaking out too. “Okay, just breathe. How does it end, do you know? What happens?” You breathed like he told you to, taking a minute to calm down before you explained. “Okay,” You looked around, taking in the scene that was laid out around you, “If I’m not mistaken we’re in the scene before we meet Sarah.” “Sarah?” “The little girl. She’s not crazy like the others.” “Great.” You sighed, mentally agreeing with his sarcastic statement. “Matt, this movie is like crazy dangerous. And if it is going to play out which would be… less than ideal… we could both get really hurt.” You took his hands in yours. “Staying out here is a bad idea, but before we go in, promise me you’ll be careful.” “Always.” You nodded, the sinking feeling in your gut not lessening in the slightest.

The inside of the house was as messy as you remembered it being, which is to say, it looked like a twister had just gone through it. You wasted no time in wandering around, nothing of importance would be there. No. You needed to get to Sarah, maybe her psychic visions would point you in the direction of getting the hell out of here. Despite your hopefulness, your gut told you that wasn't going to happen. In a couple of minutes, Matt was going to leave for one reason or another and you'd be left with Sarah, after which you'll be taken away by Malachai. Your heart clenched painfully in your chest and you had to focus on your breathing for a solid minute so that you didn't break down into a panic attack right there. Real good that would do. No, you needed to keep as level a head as you could. Especially since you needed to try and remember how the movie played out. It had been a while since you'd seen the movie, you were lucky to have remembered as much as you did. But now, Matt and you'd life's literally depending on you remembering it. “Hey, (Y/N), I think I hear something up here.” Matt was already at the stairs. You grabbed his wrist stopping him from walking up further. “Wait. Before we go up there, I- we need to come up with a plan. Or at least let me try and remember.” He nodded, walking back down the steps to stand next to you. “That makes sense. Do you know- does the couple live?” You scrunched your eyebrows together, biting at your thumb nail while you thought. “I think so yes. But they were pretty beat up.” “Okay. That’s not ideal, but at least we have a chance.” “I remember Vicky, the character I’ve seemed to have replaced, she gets taken by the cult, but they use her as bait to get you to come. Don’t. If you do, they’ll kill us both and we won’t have a chance. You have to make sure you stay with… oh, what was his name? Sarah’s brother.” Matt nodded, seemingly taking everything in. “Okay. Anything else I need to know?” “I love you, other than that no. I can’t remember anything else.” “I love you too.” Matt held your head between his hands, resting his forehead against yours. The feeling was brief, but the gesture sent a wave of comfort through you. You pecked his lips before taking his hand and heading toward the music. “C’mon. Let’s go meet Sarah.”

Sarah was exactly where you expected her to be- sitting in a room just as disastrous as the rest of the house coloring a grisly scene. She looked up at the two of your, panic clear as day in her sad eyes. “Hey, hey. It’s okay, we aren’t going to hurt you,” you kneeled down next to her, “What're you drawing?” She moved away and you smiled reassuringly. “It’s okay. Do you think you could draw something for me?” “You won’t tell Isaac?” “We promise not to tell anybody,” “Or Malachai?” “Or Malachai.” You knew this would make her feel at ease, or at the least, you hoped it would. It had worked for Vicky in the movie after all. She nodded, a smile appearing on her fragile features. Matt tapped your shoulder and when you looked up at him he seemed to be distracted. You stood up so you could speak with him properly. He spoke in a hushed tone. “When those kids get here, what do we do?” You hadn’t thought about that… If Matt was here they'd just capture him too. Oh god. “Matt you have to go.” “What?!” You glanced back at Sarah to make sure she hadn't heard you two. “Look, when they get here they’ll take both of us, but if you go to Town Hall, the movie will play out like it’s supposed to. You can save me then. We can get out of here, but only if you go.” You tried to usher him out the door but he stood his ground. “(Y/N), I’m not just gonna leave you.” “Please, Matt. Just trust me about this.” You pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “I’ll see you in a few minutes, okay? Now go.” He still looked irresolute, but he did as you were asking. You did your best to steel yourself for what was about to happen. If only you could remember the movie a little better. “How’s your drawing coming along?” “Fine.” “Can I see it?” She handed you the paper and you felt a chill run through you like someone had just dumped ice water over your body. Is this what Vicky had felt, you wondered. A crash from downstairs alerted you to the unwanted intruder. “Sarah, you need to hide now.” She looked afraid but did as you asked, running behind the dresser as you made your way downstairs. Sarah was necessary for this story to work so you had to keep them from grabbing her. Malachai was already at the middle of the staircase when you got there. A malicious grin lit up his face. “Seize them!” Instincts drove you to turn around and run back towards the room. It was all for naught, though, as they yanked you back, pulling you away to the field.

Across the town, Matt was wandering through the town hall. There were papers everywhere, it felt like something horrible had happened here, although, he supposed it had. He felt uneasy, to say the least. One picture in specific caught his attention. A dragon…? What was that that it was breathing fire on? Oh god, oh no. He had to find you. He made his way back to the house, the feeling of dread growing stronger with each pound of his foot against the broken asphalt. “(Y/N)!? Where are you?!” He looked around the house frantically, tears beginning to pool in his eyes. It was a mistake to leave you alone here. Finally, his line of sight landed on a still cowering Sarah. “Sarah, where are they? Please, you’ve got to tell me. Where is (Y/N)?” Finally, Sarah spoke up in a hushed voice still full of fear to tell him who had taken you.

His search had led him to a run-down church. Calling it run down was being generous too, the whole place looked ready to collapse. Inside a group of children seemed to be doing some sort of ritual. He had to stop them, whatever made them think this was a good idea was crazy. “What are you all doing?” The boy at the pulpit turned around, his eyes glazed over and a dazed smile on his lips. “My passage. It’s my birthday.” “This is ridiculous, you can’t just cut yourself up because some, some other kid told you to-” “Silence interloper! Your presence profanes this holy place!” The girl who had been leading the whole ritual sent off the kids to get Isaac. Matt’s head was spinning, what kind of sicko was this Isaac to demand these kids prep themselves for death. “Look I’m not trying to hurt you, but this isn’t okay. We can get you help, we just gotta get you out of this place.” “There he is. Go get him!” Malachai had shown up, a hoard of children behind them. Every last one of them had some sort of weapon. It’s just a movie, none of them are real and he couldn't actually help them, Matt had to remind himself. His top priority was surviving long enough to find you. With a pitying glance back at the misguided children, he booked it out of there. As he was turning a corner, a little kid waved him over. “Hey, mister! I know a place to hide. But we gotta hurry.” He wasn't sure whether or not he could trust this kid, but the only other option was turning around and facing the armed children. And besides, hadn't you mentioned something about another little kid being helpful? “Alright. Lead the way.”

You woke up with a migraine pounding behind your eyes making it almost unbearably painful to open them. As your senses slowly returned to you, you could hear two voices arguing. It must be that scene where Malachai turns on Isaac. You closed your eyes; it’s not like there was much you could do plus it helped ease your headache. Malachai gave the command to cut you lose and put Issac in your place. The ropes holding you taut loosened and you fell to your knees. A knife prodded against your back and you sighed- it was a bad situation, but at least you were one step closer to finding Matt.

Job and Sarah had explained everything to him- how Isaac had basically brainwashed the whole town and how some cop had tried to save them but ended up dying. They also told him how you were most likely in the cornfield being prepared as a sacrifice. He swore his heart had stopped just from hearing that. Movie or not, there was no way he was going to let anything bad happen to you. “Okay, I’m gonna go find her. You two stay safe and hidden, okay?”

They’d brought you back to the cornfield when Matt had failed to show up. You tried to remind yourself that it was all part of the movie plot and that you yourself had told him not to come when they called for him, but still, your heart ached at the thought that maybe he wasn’t going to find you, or worse something had gone horribly wrong. You shouldn't have told him to leave. If you two would have stuck together maybe it would’ve worked better. Oh god, what if he was hurt because of your stupidity?! Just then you saw a flash of light brown move out of the corn stalks. It was Matt! Your heart leaped with joy. “Matt, you’re okay!” You weren’t the only one to have noticed him, though, the other kids were already turning on him. He shoved Malachai out of the way, pulling you towards him. “What is wrong with you all? There’s nothing okay about this- about killing each other because some kid told you it’s what you’re supposed to do! That’s ridiculous, you should be ashamed of yourselves.” Malachai ran back over, knife in hand. With reflexes faster than you could completely decipher, Matt had Malachai back on the ground with his knife in his hand. He tossed it aside. “Come on, (Y/N), we need to get out of here.” “Kill him!” The children didn’t listen to Malachai, they just looked down seeming to realize the consequences of their actions for the first time. Even still, the fire that had already consumed Isaac was quickly becoming overwhelming and there was very little time before it came to claim Malachai too from what you remembered. “To the barn.” You grabbed Matt’s hand, dragging him to the final showdown of the movie.

The wind had picked up and the children were all huddled in the barn with you. It was something you'd always found odd about the movie, how these kids that had tried to kill Burt and Vicky were now huddled in fear trusting the adults to keep them safe. Ah well, no time to dwell on that now. “Matt, I remember the ending.” “You do? What do we have to do?” “Set everything on fire.” “What?” He gave you a look of disbelief. “I know, I know. Just help me with this stupid hose would you?” Between the both of you (and Job) you managed to rig the sprinkler system with alcohol. “Matt, I’m gonna go throw the bottle.” “(Y/N), no. I mean this is all so crazy. Sure it worked in the movie but what if something goes wrong?” You smiled, swallowing your own fear to reassure Matt like he had done for you earlier. “I’ll be fine, I promise. And when I get back, I promise we will never ever watch another scary movie again.” He laughed, shaking his head. “Alright, I’m gonna hold you to that.” Before you knew it you were wrapped securely in his arms, his lips right by your ear as he whispered in a voice that sounded shaky and unsteady. “You better come back. Please, I love you.” “I love you too.” You pulled back enough to press a kiss to his lips.

It played out the very same way it did in the movie. You threw the bottle and it fell, completely useless out of the reach of the fuel. Job ran to get it, chastised you for throwing so terribly and then you threw it again. The world went into bullet time. The bottle swirled and flipped and then landed. 1… 2… 3… BOOM! “Job, come on!” You ran back to the barn as fire swallowed the fields. Matt enveloped you in a hug, swinging you around, laughing joyously. “We did it, we did it! We can leave!” You left the scorching cornfields behind you as you, Matt, Job, and Sarah walked back to where you left the car. Big surprise it was unusable, but nevertheless, the door opened. “Interloper!” You slammed the door in the final jumpscares face. “We should probably walk.” And just as you began walking away on the abandoned road, your vision went black.

You woke up, curled up against Matt on the couch, the credits to Children of the Corn rolling on the tv. Had you just dreamt the whole thing up? Matt jumped up, eyes searching the room frantically before they finally settled on you. "You’re okay.” He pulled you close against him again. “No more scary movies.” You laughed breathlessly, pressing a kiss to his jaw. Truth be told, you weren't sure you'd watch another scary movie for the rest of your life. “I did promise that didn't I?” Maybe it wasn’t a dream after all.

#voltron #matt x reader #fanfictions #matt holt #matthew holt #swearing #violence #death #mod alex

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emiliaclarkesdragons · 6 years ago

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It wasn't that she didn't like being different, she liked being unusual. But, it wasn't easy. Every month she would disappear, people would tease her for it but she couldn't help it. If she didn't leave for a few days, people would get hurt. A lot of people could. She would usually go deep into the forest, there she would find her Alpha. Her Alpha had changed over the years but he would always be hers, he understood her. He was able to control the monster that crept up from under her skin each month.

This month it was different, there was someone else here. She felt a surge of anger run through her, she didn't want Scott here. That was her first assumption, Scott would make her come home and tell her she would be fine. He wouldn't understand. She was getting herself too worked up, she dropped her overnight bag, knelt down and placed her hands on her thighs and breathed slowly. In through the nose and out through the mouth. It was one of her breathing exercises. She had often used it in the bathroom of the school when her 'classmates' would become too much for her. Obviously, that wasn't a good enough release and she would turn to something more violent, not to others but to herself. She had begun to learn that her werewolf self would protect her from her other self. Therefore, her other self would outsmart her werewolf self---

"y/n?" came a voice about 3 feet away. She opened her eyes and saw Isaac. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, almost robotically, Isaac sensed she wasn't. But, it didn't take a werewolf to figure that out. Or, perhaps it did. "I thought you were Scott" she explained.

"Oh," he nodded, but not understanding. He didn't ask why, he knew about her. "Do you- do you wanna come inside?" he asked, edging closer to her. She stood up, and as Isaac reached for her bag so did she. "Oh- er- I was gonna-" he cut himself off after stuttering through the unfinished sentence. y/n allowed him to take her bag inside, her eyes fixed on it. He placed it at the side of the door inside and walked further into the house. "So, this is where you come every month," he said, attempting conversation.

"Yes," she said.

"At least it has a roof, right?" he joked but y/n didn't react. She only watched his movements.

"Where's Derek?" she asked finally.

"He said he'd be back before you arrived... but..." he looked around, showing her he wasn't there, then shrugged. "Do you want a drink?" he asked.

"No, thank you," said y/n, still with the same tone as before. She wasn't used to new people so suddenly, she had always planned everything. Little changes sometimes scared her, it never brought out the werewolf side of her but the other demon certainly surfaced. y/n took a seat on one of the old metal chairs still there. Hardly any of the furniture was still standing and whatever was left usually ended up being destroyed. y/n looked around, that's probably where Derek is, she thought, getting new chairs.

"Can I ask you something?" Isaac asked looking hopefully and slightly scared. He wasn't scared of her, he was scared of scaring her away.

"Depends what it is," she said, Isaac looked at her, she then said, "yeah sure." y/n forced a smile, which didn't make Isaac relax.

"Derek told me that you- er- refer to your werewolf self as someone separate..."

"That wasn't a question" y/n said, now she was getting defensive and the wall was beginning to get even higher.

"I'm just curious that's all-"

"Curiosity killed the cat" y/n mumbled, due to Isaacs werewolf abilities he heard her.

"I used to think the same," he said, then added, "I still do sometimes. That's- that's why I'm here." y/n looked at him properly now, "Scott said that you seemed to be doing better-"

"Scott doesn't really know," y/n said, "he only likes to see what he wants to."

"I can't argue that, but he is your Alpha. No matter how you feel, you will always go back to him, it's in our nature." Isaac stated, he wasn't wrong but y/n rolled her eyes. She didn't want to believe it. "I'm guessing you aren't keen on change?"

"Not really" she muttered.

"Me too" said Isaac, he was trying to find a connection with her. They were going to be spending three days together and possible try to kill each other, the least he could do was try and find something in common. "I didn't like it when-"

"Isaac, shut up" Derek said from the hallway. He was sensing y/n's mood changing, she was getting more impatient. "Don't pull a face either!" said Derek, and he sensed y/n smile. He needed to keep her as calm as possible leading up to her change, while also teaching Isaac to use all his abilities. "You should have sensed her mood changing naturally, without even thinking about it," said Derek, adding "you were irritating her."

y/n didn't look at either of them, she wanted these three days to be over. But, she knew that these three days would be some of the longest ones of her life. "Have you been sleeping?" Derek asked her. She nodded. Derek looked to Isaac, "did you get that?" he asked him. y/n looked to them. Derek looked back to y/n, "for a werewolf you're a bad liar."

Isaac frowned, he could tell it wasn't just the werewolf thing that was bothering y/n. Something else was defiantly up, probably even before she was bitten. y/n was bitten around the time Isaac was, Isaac hoped that that was enough to bring them together. But it wasn't. y/n had stayed clear of a lot of them, Derek (and Isaac) wondered if that was the reason why she had difficulty controlling the change. On the other hand, that could come with experience but everyone copes with things differently.

Isaac followed Derek out of the room. y/n listened in using her werewolf senses, "try and get to know her" said Derek.

"I have tried"

"Well, try harder"

y/n huffed and rolled her eyes. y/n didn't want people to 'know' about her, and she wasn't keen on knowing people either. y/n had stopped listening, she didn't like using her werewolf self. Derek and Isaac knew this, "she's stopped listening" Isaac said.

"I knew she would," Derek said, "you see, she's a bit like you, I don't know her too well" Derek admitted, "so, I can only help her to some extent, she needs an anchor."

"She doesn't have one?" Isaac asked, surprised. Derek shook his head, no. "but-but that's the first thing-"

"I know, she never found one" Derek sighed, "there's nothing I can do if she doesn't have one."

"Do you think this is her anchor?" Isaac questioned. By 'this' Isaac meant the house, going away from people to change.

"That was pretty tough, you're a good fighter" Isaac complimented y/n.

"Thanks" she replied, "you're not too bad either." Isaac knew she was only saying that. y/n sat next to Isaac around the small fire Derek had set up. She didn't really want to sit too close. "Thanks" she mumbled as Derek handed her a plate of food.

"There's more if you want some, I suggest eating enough to last you. You might not want to eat anything but live things tomorrow" Derek handed Isaac his, who thanked him, "I have to go and help Scott with something."

"I can go, if-if it's easier" Isaac offered standing up. Derek just looked at him, a lot of the time Derek didn't really need to say anything, "never mind." Isaac sat back down.

Derek didn't say 'goodbye', he only walked back through the house. y/n and Isaac heard the car start and drive off.

Silence. There was only silence between Isaac and y/n as they ate their food, it wasn't something you could call comfortable silence. There were things that they both wanted to say but couldn't. Until Isaac cleared his throat, after placing his plate on the floor. "People don't hate you, you know." y/n was going to cut him off but he continued, "I thought that too when I became a werewolf. I thought everyone knew, but they didn't. I should have been more concerned with what they were saying about my dad but-" he shrugged.

y/n put her plate on the floor, Isaac caught something when her sleeve rolled up but didn't show signs that he had notice. He didn't want to scare her off. "I don't think people hate me," she said, realising that's what he expected her to say, "people don't like me, they make that clear to me. Before I was even-" she still couldn't say it.

"Why can't you say it?"

"I don't know" y/n shrugged, "just don't think it understands me. It's not me"

"It might understand you better than you do," Isaac said, he realised that inspirational quotes might not be helpful to y/n. y/n shrugged and went to the back door. "Where are you going?" Isaac asked.

"To the bathroom, or do I need to ask permission?" y/n answered, which was the first time Isaac had saw y/n's true personality. She wasn't stroppy, she was just guarding herself. She was afraid of getting hurt or hurting other people.

Isaac knew he shouldn't have, but he did it anyway. He went into the house to find her bag, he just wanted to know. But, he was caught with the blades in his hands. y/n said nothing, only snatched them out of his hands, while getting her bag. Shit, thought Isaac. She cannot leave, Derek would kill him. "Wait! y/n! I didn't mean to-"

"What, you didn't mean to go into my room? You didn't mean to go into my bag? You didn't mean to take something out of it?" she demanded. Isaac saw claws. Damn it, Isaac, he scolded himself, you know what Derek said. Keep her calm!

"Please," Isaac said calmly, holding his hands up, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay" he tried.

"Well I'm not," she said, "is that it? Can I go now?" she asked and carried on walking.

Isaac grabbed her hand. They felt something but y/n was too stubborn to admit it to herself, as her claws turned back to nails. "Talk to me" Isaac whispered, y/n was still facing the door, she couldn't face him. There were tears going down her face, this was the first person who had cared. Isaac didn't push her further. He didn't want to chance it, he didn't want her to leave. Then it occurred to him, she was of more danger to herself than anyone else.

"I just- I can't take the noises," she said, "the people at school do talk about me, tease me, I thought being different would change that. But I think it's made it worse" Isaac let go of her hand, she was going to stay, Isaac could feel that. "I-I started to get smart, when-when the other guy would protect me" she explained.

"The werewolf?" Isaac questioned. She nodded, still facing away from him, "It's protecting you, that's why. You don't want to keep doing it, so- so she comes out to-"

"I know but I just couldn't stop" y/n let out a sob. "I want to stop, I need to stop," she said.

"You're already halfway there" Isaac whispered, taking hold of her hand with the blades in. She turned around, Isaac watched her closely. She dropped her bag and ran up the stairs. Isaac thought she was going to hurt herself but when he reached the bathroom, she was standing over the toilet, her hand held over it. Isaac didn't touch her, she needed to do it herself. She opened her hand and the blades fell. She wasted no time to flush them away.

She turned around and... cried. Isaac had seen her vulnerable, something he didn't want to see again.

That night, all night, they talked. They shared things they had gone through in the past. y/n had opened up to someone for the first time, she felt comfortable. Something was there where y/n knew this would be forever. She wondered if it was because she was a werewolf, she wondered if 'mates' were a thing for them. Because that was certainly what it felt like.

Derek came back the next morning and he sensed a lot had changed. y/n and Isaac walked out of the house to greet him. He wasn't alone, Scott and his pack were there too. "I'm sorry but we need you for this" Scott said to them both.

Isaac and y/n exchanged a look, "I think we'll be just fine" y/n said, Isaac smiled, placing an arm around her, "I found it" she said to Derek. He nodded and smiled, she had found her anchor, whether that was Isaac or accepting who she was, that didn't matter.

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douchebagbrainwaves · 4 years ago

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AN ALTERNATIVE THEORY OF JUDGEMENT

Don't worry if a project doesn't seem to be any syntax for it. To kids, wealth is a fixed pie that's shared out, and if something great happens, they'll stick with it—something great meaning either that someone wants to buy them or invest millions of dollars. It's wrong to call it a trick in his case, though.1 If they'd waited to release everything at once, they wouldn't have presented them the way they did.2 With Robert this quality is wired-in. How many little startups are Google and Yahoo—though strictly speaking someone else did think of that before? Once you start talking to users, I guarantee you'll be surprised by what they tell you. That tends to produce deadlocks. Isaac Newton Newton has a strange syntax as because it has no syntax; you express programs directly in the parse trees that get built behind the scenes when other languages are parsed, and these trees are made of lists, which are Lisp data structures. Well, I said, I think is a red herring.3 It's what bias means.

Hard means worry: if you're not worrying that something you're making will come out badly, or that you won't get money, and if investors are skeptical, the startup should take a smaller amount and use that to get the chain reaction started.4 You can compile or run code while compiling, and read or compile code at runtime. There are times in most of the talking, but he described his co-founder as the best hacker he'd ever met, and you willingly give him money in return for it. The distributors want to prevent the transparency that comes from having prices online.5 My relationship with my cofounder went from just being friends to seeing each other all the time, perhaps most of the time you'll find the person instinctively thinks the idea will be familiar to anyone who doesn't like being asked what they do. You can see the same thing with equity instead of debt. T: Scheme has no libraries. This is what you end up among the living or the dead comes down to the third ingredient, not giving up. The important part is not whether he makes ten million a year or a hundred, but how you get there. Since it is a huge time sink. Most people think they hate math, but the biggest win for languages like Lisp is at the other end of the spectrum, where you need to do what you know intellectually to be right, even though the phrase compact disc player end up spending considerable money at sites offering compact disc players, then those pages will have a large Baumol penumbra around it: anyone who could get rich, but as long as you have some core of users who really love you, or is there at least some little group that does? Optimizing in solution-space is familiar and straightforward, but you have to assume it takes some amount of pain.6

Is making money really that important?7 You probably can't overcome anything so pervasive as the model of work is a job. Before you can adjust, you're thrown sideways as the car screeches into the first turn. But it also explains why the ups and downs were more extreme than they were prepared for. Try to get your slides under 20 words if you can find, use the most powerful forces in history. It's the ones in the middle of the 20th century that convinced some people otherwise.8 You can shift into a different mode of working. And yet most VCs are driven by the same underlying cause: the number of startups. The bigger the community, the greater the chance it will contain the person who has that one thing you need most. Your Hopes Up.9

This is what you end up with: def foo n: return lambda i: return n i To be fair, Perl also retains this distinction, but deals with it in typical Perl fashion by letting you omit returns.10 Don't worry what people will say.11 The point of high-level languages is to give you bigger abstractions—bigger bricks, as it were, so you have to create a descriptive phrase about yourself that sticks in their heads. In 1958 these ideas were far removed from ordinary programming practice, which was dictated largely by the hardware available in the late nineties you could get rich by taking money from the poor, then you can build all the rest of the world, at least not in the sense that the measure of good design can be derived, and around which most design issues center. The new model seems more liquid, and more efficient.12 I've been repeating that since 1993, and I tend to agree. Check whether they outperform the others. Nearly all textbooks are bad.

If a design represents an idea that fits in one person's head, then the idea will be a good thing when it happens, because these new investors will be compelled by the structure of the investments they make to be ten times bolder than present day VCs. But make sure to write something that sounds like spontaneous, informal speech, and deliver it that way too. The bad news is that I was ready for something else. Thanks to Immad Akhund, Sam Altman, John Bautista, Pete Koomen, Jessica Livingston, Dan Siroker, Harj Taggar, and Fred Wilson for reading drafts of this.13 Several people used that word married. Can you have a healthy society with great variation in wealth and income, then follow it with the most naive speculation about the underlying causes.14 It's not like doing extra work for extra credit. Do less.15 Fred Brooks described this phenomenon in his famous book The Mythical Man-Month, and everything I've seen has tended to confirm what he said. If you asked the pointy-haired bosses to revert to the mean. But I could be wrong.16

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Most don't try to write about the prior probability of an outcast, just try to make more money was the reason the young care so much attention. In fact, for example, probably did more drugs in his twenties than any other field, it's implicit that this excludes trickery like buying users for more of the market price for you; you're too early really means is you're getting the stats for occurrences of foo in the world. There was no great risk in doing something, but I couldn't believe it or not, bleeding out invites at a Demo Day or die. If I paint someone's house, though.

A significant component of piracy, which is the unpromising-seeming startups are usually about things you like shit. It's hard to predict areas where Apple will be big successes but who are younger or more ambitious the utility function for money. This is not how to use thresholds proportionate to wd m-k w-d n, where w is will and d discipline. Some founders listen more than you otherwise would have expected them to stay around, but for different things from different, simpler organisms over unimaginably long periods of time on is a declaration of war on.

Naive founders think Wow, a VC means they'll look bad if that got bootstrapped with consulting. But there is a cause them to. Viaweb, which would be worth it for you by accidents of age and geography, rather than making the broadest type of mail, I use. Nat.

Yes, I mean that if you seem like noise. The Roman commander specifically ordered that he could accept it.

It's not quite as harmless as we use have a notebook to write it all yourself.

They hate their bread and butter cases.

It took a back seat to philology, which people used to reply that they will come at an academic talk might appreciate a joke, they mean.

There's probably also encourage companies to build their sites, and intelligence can help founders is the ability of big corporations found that 16 of the next round.

So whatever market you're in, we love big juicy lumbar disc herniation as juicy except literally. Comments at the top startup law firms are Wilson Sonsini, Orrick, Fenwick West, Gunderson Dettmer, and domino effects among investors. Maybe markets will eventually get comfortable with potential earnings.

So if it's dismissed, it's probably a cause for optimism: American graduates have more options. You have to sweat any one outcome. They shut down in, but historical abuses are easier for us! People were more the aggregate are overpaid.

Now many tech companies don't want to help you even working on your cap table, and know the combination of circumstances in the life of a silver mine.

If anyone wanted to make a conscious effort to be, and that they don't know which name will stick. I'm not saying that the guys running Digg are especially sneaky, but not in 1950. In the beginning of the things attributed to Confucius and Socrates resemble their actual opinions.

Now we don't want to measure how dependent you've become on distractions, try this experiment: set aside a chunk of this: You may not have gotten the royal raspberry. Conjecture: The Duty of Genius, Penguin, 1991. That's the best hackers work on Wall Street were in 2000, because the publishers exert so much about unimportant things.

There are aspects of the big acquisition offers most successful ones. There is archaeological evidence for large settlements earlier, but I took so long. Basically, the mean annual wage in the narrowest sense. If someone just sold a nice thing to be about web-based software will make it to the table.

S P 500 CEOs in 2002 was 35,560.

Sites that habitually linkjack get banned. Eighteen months later. Compromising a server could cause such damage that ASPs that want to give each customer the impression that the site was about the Thanksgiving turkey. Without the prospect of publication, the reaction was so great, why didn't the Industrial Revolution was one firm that wanted to than because they will fund you, it often means the right to do this yourself.

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formerprincess · 7 years ago

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A tale written with fangs and claws || Chapter 11

Chapters: 11/? Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken Characters: Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken Additional Tags: Alpha Liam Dunbar, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, Dunbar Pack, Bisexual Liam Dunbar, Werewolf Theo Raeken, Alpha Theo Raeken, Canon-Typical Violence Series: Part 1 of Morning Dew Pack

The pack is still figuring things out, Liam is still figuring out how to be a good Alpha and Theo faces an unexpected challenge. Will he win or will he give up? Sadie learns new things too and a new face shows up.

“So, Theo‘s hanging out with Isaac right now?“ Corey’s voice droned from the speaker of Liam’s phone he had placed on his desk since Liam himself was sorting out some old papers and things in his room and cleaning up a bit.

“Yeah, they do this quite often lately. I think it’s good Theo has somebody his age he can talk to. Someone who knew him before all this supernatural mess. They get along just great. It’s important to Theo.“ “Someone his age?“ Corey asked with a laugh. "We are not that much younger but you know what I mean.“ Liam ripped a few papers apart and threw them in the trash bin. “Yeah, I get what you mean. So he’s with Isaac and you are on your own, alone at home?“ “Hm. I had only a few classes today and so I have time for some other things. Valentina sent a big care package I still need to open. I know something with cinnamon is in there, it smells delicious.“ “Yeah, I have to run anyway. I have to go to work. See ya, Liam.“ “See ya, Cor.“

Liam hung up and cleaned the rest of the papers on his desk, then he wandered into the living room where he had placed the package. He sat down and swiftly opened it. A letter or rather a card was on top of everything else, signed by every pack member. Valentina had written she heard Liam also liked to bake from time to time, so she wanted to share some recipes with him. A small book with several recipes followed as well as various ingredients to make all of the things in the recipes. Liam could not help himself, his mouth watered while he read through it. He decided on a few things and then checked the kitchen to see what he needed to buy. Soon enough Liam was on his way to the store and then back again.

It was how Theo found him when he came home later. He had closed the door to their apartment and sniffed the air before glancing over at Liam in the open-plan kitchen. He had been about to shrug his jacket off, Summer surely had left and Autumn had arrived with chilly temperatures, rain, and strong breezes, but when he caught a real glimpse of Liam, he stopped dead in his tracks. “You cut your hair.“ He stated. Liam raised a hand to run it through his shorter strands but then stopped himself and rather just nodded. “Well, I had the time today and they were really getting long. I like this better now.“ His hair was still long enough to run his fingers through if he got too frustrated but it didn’t need as much fixing now as it had done before. “Looks good.“ Theo said, finally shrugging off his jacket and putting it away. He shuffled into the kitchen. “It smells delicious, what are you making?“ “Valentina sent me some recipes and I got in the mood for baking again. Some cookies are in the oven, some are already cooling down. Keep your grabby hands away, they are still hot!“ Theo pointed at the large pot on the stove. “And what’s that?“

Liam raised a mug. “Apple cider with special ingredients so it works on us too. She also gave me a recipe for that and I wanted to try it. It was fun to make.“ He giggled and sipped on it and Theo looked amused. “Are you drunk, puppy?“ "Not drunk. Maybe tipsy. I can handle way more than before but this stuff is just too delicious. Here, try it!“ He held out the mug for Theo and the chimera took it and drank the remaining sip in the cup. “It’s really delicious.“ He agreed after a while and Liam stretched to gather a second mug and fill both of them with the alcoholic liquor. He raised his mug. “Cheers.“

Theo toasted with Liam and then sipped his apple cider. “You have flour on your face. Again.“ He suddenly noticed and raised a hand to brush it away from Liam’s face. And then he couldn’t resist to teasingly run his fingers through Liam‘s hair. “I thought you were making cookies, not a facial mask. How do you always manage to get flour on your cheekbones?“ “Oh, that’s easy.“ Liam dipped his fingers into the fluor and flunked them at Theo, sprinkling the chimera’s cheek with it. “See?“ Theo looked at him, eyes wide and mouth open in a comical gesture. “Oh no, you didn’t!“ Liam grinned. “Oh yes, I did!“ He retaliated and Theo narrowed his eyes at him and grinned. “That means war, Dunbar!... I still hate that I cannot call you any other name than that!“ That being said he threw some more flour at Liam and the young Alpha tried ducking but to no avail.

And thus a fluor battle was started. When it ended their stone-gray kitchen was more white than anything else and powdery. Liam and Theo were covered in flour and Theo pressed Liam against the counter, Liam’s wrist restrained with his hands. “Stop it!“ He said and Liam raised his chin in challenge. “No!“ “Liam!“ Theo said firmly but his hazel eyes sparkled in amusement. Liam chuckled. They looked at each other, still testing out if one would give up, but both were stubborn and wanted to stand their grounds.

Liam’s resistance only melted when he noticed how handsome Theo looked, even covered in flour and with tousled hair. He let go and Theo grinned, enjoying his little victory. He let go of Liam’s wrists but didn’t move away from the younger wolf. They stayed pressed together, looking at each other and Liam felt everything else cease to exist. Lost in each other’s eyes and Liam caught himself wishing they could just kiss. But that meant putting their friendship in danger for just a little bit of fun and he couldn‘t do that. So he smiled softly and nudged Theo’s shoulder. “Want to play a game or something? We haven’t done this in ages.”

Anything to get out of this situation. Theo seemed to look disappointed at first but then he caught himself and let Liam go, following him to the living room. “Sure. What game do you have in mind?” Liam shrugged and just pulled a game from the shelf, not really caring. His eyes landed on the box. Parcheesi. Theo made an amused face. “Isn’t that the game you had an emotional outburst over last time?” He teased and Liam let out a little relieved sigh. They were back at teasing, he could do that. He swatted Theo with the box and carried it over the table to set the board up. Theo joined him and not soon after, they were playing.

It was really nice to spend time with just Theo. Liam loved his new pack, loved the additions to it but having his anchor for himself, joke around while playing a game, was really nice too.

“We really should do stuff like this more often. I missed you.” Liam confessed after a while and sipped his drink. Theo chuckled incredulously. “Liam, we spend almost all of our time together.” “Yeah but that’s not the same. I love the girls but spending time with you alone is great, okay? You’re my anchor, one of my best friends, my first Beta. And something we stopped doing since I became an Alpha.” Liam fiddled with a loose thread on his sleeve and shrugged. He tried but in moments like these, he wasn’t very good at expressing his feelings with words. Theo reached out and squeezed his leg. “I know what you mean. I kind of missed you too.” He reflected. “Tell you what, why don’t we take one day in the week where we do something together? Just the two of us? It doesn’t always have to be the same weekday but once a week, we do something together. Is that a compromise?” Liam considered Theo’s words and then he nodded with a happy smile. “I’d like that, yeah.” Theo smiled back. “Okay, puppy, it’s settled then.”

****** “Hold on, you and Theo have decided to have one day a week to spend time all alone? Just the two of you?” Sadie asked slowly, giving Liam a curious look while obviously trying to understand what he just told her. Liam nodded. “Yep. We figured we need that.” “You’re having a date night.” Sadie said matter-of-factly and grabbed some fries to eat them. “It’s not a date night! Just the anchors hanging out!” Liam defended himself - and Theo- immediately. Sadie raised both hands. “You and Theo are having one day a week reserved for just the two of you to go out, have fun and do whatever it is you precious puppies do. Pretty sure that’s a date night.” “It’s not!” Liam persisted.

“Yeah? Maya!” Sadie addressed the dark haired werewolf who just arrived at their table. “Liam and Theo have decided on a day per week for just the two of them to hang out and do stuff together. What do you say?” “You finally decided on a date night?” Maya asked while taking off her coat and her scarf. Liam groaned and Sadie laughed triumphantly. “Introducing the two of you to each other was the greatest mistakes of my life!” The young Alpha muttered. “It is not a date night!” “It is!” Sadie and Maya, who now sat next to the blonde, said at the same time and high-fived. “Partners in crime!” They said in unison once more and laughed. Liam sighed. “It’s not a date night.” He mumbled one last time.

“Whatever you want to call it, just remember to use protection. Safe sex is so important.” Maya said in a solemn, mature voice and Liam gasped. “MAYA!” The girl ignored him and Sadie jumped on the bandwagon. “But they are both supernatural and can’t get pregnant either so no fear of pregnancies or illnesses. So, really, boys, just go along and have fun!” She told Liam like a lovely aunt. Liam gaped at his female Betas. “You two are the worst! You deserve each other! One as bad as the other!”

“Who is bad?” Theo had appeared and sat next to Liam, causing Sadie and Maya to grin and giggle. “Ignore those two, they’re just being silly today.” “So, like always?” Theo sassed and Liam laughed out loud while both girls gasped. “Theodore!” Sadie said and sniffled. “You know, Lee’s the only one allowed to call me that and not die a very slow and very painful death.” Theo told her with a grim smile. “You’re scary sometimes, you know that, Raeken?” Sadie said with a shake of her head. Theo laughed. “Good!”

“I love that you have various nicknames for each other. You are really close.” Maya complimented them with a smile. Theo shrugged but he smiled. “Yeah, well, it happened over time. And since I’m one of the few people to call him Lee, I like it immensely.” Liam chuckled. “The only thing he hates is that I can call him Theodore and he can’t retaliate.” Theo groaned. “Yeah. If you had a middle name at least, I could use that one, but unfortunately, Liam is too short to use it against you.” He complained. Liam grinned and ate some fries. “I actually never said I don’t have one. You just assumed.” He corrected nonchalantly, tone as casual as if he was talking about the weather. And yet he got a spectacular reaction out of Theo. The chimera spun around to face him so fast Liam was worried he gave himself whiplash. Theo’s hazel eyes were wide and he actually struggled to get out his words in the beginning. “You’re kidding me right now, right? You don’t have a middle name!” He narrowed his eyes at Liam. “You’re fucking with me! We’ve been friends for years and I lived with you for almost as long. I would know if you had a middle name! I would have heard it at least once!” Liam snickered. “What are you willing to bet?” He challenged his anchor and looked at him, a shit-eating grin on his face. Theo glared. “Nothing. You don’t have a middle name. You’re called Liam Dunbar!” The nineteen-year-old raised an eyebrow. “Nope.” He said after a little stare off. “I just never use my middle name, not even when signing something. It’s there but almost non-existent, you know?”

Sadie and Maya laughed at the face Theo made. The chimera literally gaped at him and Liam could chalk this up as one of the few occasions he made the older speechless. “Theo’s world just exploded.” Sadie giggled and Theo glared at her for a short moment before returning his attention towards Liam again. “Really?” “Yeah, really. No lie.” Liam told him and Theo tilted his head slightly to listen to his heart. When he heard no lie, he looked positively thrilled. “What is it?” “Not gonna tell you.” Liam declined with a shake of his head. “You have to work a little bit for that, T.” Liam was having fun with this and patted Theo’s cheek. “You’re sneaky and you have your ways if you want something. Let’s see how long it takes for you to figure it out.” He put a challenge up for Theo. The twenty-one-year-old looked taken aback and growled slightly. “Come on, Liam!” “I know how much you love a good challenge, Dore. So, do your best. If you win, you will get a reward of your choice.” The Alpha chuckled. Theo rolled his eyes. “Give me the first letter at least.” But Liam stayed stubborn. “Nope. Where would be the fun in that?”

****** Liam had not expected the challenge he put up for Theo to be the cause of so much fun. Because Theo, being the stubborn fucker he was, had tried coaxing out any information for the first few days and when Liam didn’t butch, he started listing random names. When that didn’t work either, his name choices turned more and more absurd. Theo seemingly had decided to drive Liam mad with assigning the weirdest names to the younger one. Liam had the time of his life with that.

“Renato.” Liam looked up from his homework and smirked. “No.” “Birch.” “What? That’s not a name!” Liam said with a laugh. “It is.” Theo raised his phone to show Liam the website he was currently looking for names. Liam grinned and Theo sighed before scrolling further down the list. “Bogart.” “No.” The young Alpha returned to finishing his homework while Theo continued to bombard him with names, one more ridiculous than the last one.

“Seriously, you know my mom, do you really think she would choose such a name for me?” Liam inquired after he had finished it. “Who knows? Some parents are so overjoyed with the birth of their child, they go crazy. I was almost called Erwin.” “Erwin?” Liam chortled. “Theodore Erwin, yeah.” Liam laughed. “Sweet. That would have been fun to tease you with.” “I hate you!”

Theo looked at Liam. “You know, I could just wait until you fall asleep and then take a look at your ID.” “You know, I will have my ID hidden so you can’t cheat like that.” “I could just tackle you and overpower you so I can grab your wallet and your ID to take a look at it in that case.” Liam tilted his head. “Overpower me? That’s very ambitious, Theodore. Cute.” The chimera growled playfully and flashed his eyes. “I’m not cute.” “Nah, you are, believe me.” Liam grinned at Theo, happy to joke around with his friends like that.

****** Liam leaned against Theo’s truck and played with his phone while he waited for the rest of his pack to show up. Sadie and Maya appeared together. The girls had become best friends pretty fast so Liam wasn’t really surprised by that. “Hey, Liam, Sadie and I were talking about the wendigo. Any news from the bitch?” Maya started the conversation. Liam put his phone away and shook his head. “No, but that’s why I called you here. Theo’s trying to sniff her out right now, if he manages we go after her.” “Theo’s sniffing her out?” Sadie made a surprised sound. “Don’t get me wrong but aren’t our senses better?” “Usually yes but not when he’s fully shifted. Then his senses are better by far.” “He can do a full shift???” Maya and Sadie asked at the same time and Liam nodded. “Okay, I’m officially jealous.” Sadie mumbled, making Liam chuckled.

He looked around and spotted the black wolf trotting over the dark parking lot. “There he is.” He announced and Sadie and Maya were amazed by the animal. “He’s such a pretty wolf.” Sadie cooed. “Can I pet him?” Maya asked and Liam snorted. “If you want to lose your hand. He hates that.” She hastily withdrew her hand as Theo approached. A few feet away from them, he stopped and swiftly shifted back. Liam had always admired how easy Theo made it look. To shift between human and animal, like it was a piece of cake. Now he knelt on the ground and slowly got to his feet and Liam didn’t miss the approving glances Maya and Sadie gave his friend’s body. He whistled sharply. “Hey, eyes up, both of you!” Sadie and Maya startled but straightened their backs, eyes shooting up to Theo’s face. The chimera grinned and Liam rolled his eyes. “And you, put some clothes on!”

Theo chuckled and walked past Liam and the girls to gather his clothes from the truck. Sadie and Maya looked surreptitiously at his backside and Liam growled. “Could you stop being two horny perverts? That would be lovely.” “You can't blame them for enjoying the view, puppy. Let them have fun.” Theo teased while he slipped into his jeans. Liam glanced over his shoulder and only turned around after he saw Theo was half dressed. “You are incredibly conceited. You’re not that good-looking.” The scoff coming from Maya made Liam sigh. “Says the right one.” The activist muttered and Liam ignored his first female Beta. “Did you find a trace of the wendigo girl?” He asked hopefully. But Theo shook his head. “Just some older traces, days old. She’s still around but nothing could lead us to her right now.” Liam sighed. That would have been too perfect. “Okay, we keep our eyes open! I don’t want any dead bodies on this campus.” “But in the streets of Seattle dead bodies are okay?” Sadie asked sarcastically, making Theo laugh. Liam nudged her. “Don’t get too cheeky, little blonde Beta!” He scolded but then laughed too. “Come on let’s grab something to eat, I haven’t eaten anything since lunch.”

“Okay...Mingus.” Theo said. “Are you still trying to figure out his middle name?” Sadie asked, kind of incredulous. Theo shrugged. “Our Alpha is a stubborn bastard!” Liam laughed. “It’s the most entertaining thing ever, seriously. But no, not Mingus.” “Wouldn’t it be easier to just call Liam’s mom and ask her?” Maya suggested. Liam shook his head. “Called her and told her about this little bet. She laughed for solid five minutes and then promised me that neither she nor my stepdad would say anything.” “Okay, what about your dad?” Liam’s face darkened slightly. “I don’t talk about my father. My dad is my stepdad. I have no idea where my biological father even is now.” Maya’s lips turned into an Oh. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. You had no idea.” Liam brushed it off.

****** “Yes, sir, thank you for your call. Have a nice evening.” Liam bid goodbye to the dean of the university and hung up. It took all but a few milliseconds and then he started dancing; firstly in his room and then through the hallway and into their kitchen. Theo chose this moment to enter the apartment and chuckled amusedly when he caught Liam’s happy dance. “And here we have a happy Alpha puppy in its natural habitat.” He announced to Sadie and Maya who stepped into the apartment after Theo. Both women laughed and Liam grinned but didn’t stop his happy dance. “We’re having a new coach! We’re having a new coach! The lacrosse time has a new coach!” He sang, making his Betas laugh. “I thought you liked coaching the team.” Sadie giggled. “I did but I can’t play and at the same time coach the time during a match. So this is fantastic.“ Liam was happy and beamed at his pack. “Thursday I can meet him and talk about everything I already did with the team.”

Liam was so happy about this, he wrapped both arms around Theo’s neck and pressed a smack on his anchor’s left cheek. Sadie and Maya broke out into hysterical fits of giggles and Liam was sure he saw Theo actually blushing.

Now the chimera gently pushed him away and used it to try and coax any hint regarding Liam’s middle name out of him. “Is it longer or shorter? Come on, Lee, give me a hint here! You’re in such a good mood, don’t be like that!” Liam pursed his lips and tried to hide his delighted laugh. “Okay. One hint.” “Yes!" Theo rejoiced. “It’s not a very common name.” Theo gave him a ‘Bitch please’ look. “Really? That’s it? That’s the hint?” “What? Don’t want it to be too easy, do we? If you win, you get everything from me after all, whatever you want.”

****** Liam entered the locker room and made his way towards the coach’s office. He heard the voice of the dean and an unfamiliar voice, so he knocked at the doorframe of the open door. The dean, an elderly man with white hair, and an afro-american man in his mid-thirties were talking and turned around to face him. “Ah, Mr. Dunbar, glad you are here. This is our new coach, Roderick Mays. Mr. Mays, this is our team captain, Liam Dunbar.” Coach Mays reached out and shook Liam’s hand with a warm smile. “Glad you’re here, Mr. Dunbar. I’ll finish the talk with Dean Simmons and then I will be all yours.” “Oh yeah, I need to get something from my locker anyway, so take your time.” Liam said with a smile. “Will do. Oh, if you see a young whirlwind running around, that’s my eight-year-old son Keegan. My wife’s appointment took longer and so I brought him with me.”

Liam smiled and let the two men to their talk while walking to his locker and opening it. He exchanged some things, one of his jerseys he just had washed with the one he wore last practice. He just had closed his locker again when he spotted the little boy. He watched Liam with curious brown eyes and the young Alpha smiled at him. “Hey, you’re the coach’s son, right? Your name’s Keegan, right?”

Keegan nodded and stepped closer to politely shake Liam’s hand. Liam almost melted. Polite little kids were so cute. He gently shook Keegan’s hand and then the little boy sniffed the air. He let go of Liam’s hand and his eyes glowed gold while he growled playfully, showing off his little fangs. Liam chuckled happily, that was even cuter even though it was surprising. He looked around to see if it was safe, then he looked back at Keegan and let his eyes flash red. Keegan gasped and then he beamed at Liam before running off to his dad.

Liam chuckled and slowly walked after him. The dean had left and Keegan was coloring in his father’s office. He beamed at Liam again and Liam winked at the boy, before slowly sniffing. The boy smelled like a wolf but his dad didn’t and so Liam decided to not mention it for now. Maybe the coach had no idea about his son being not entirely human? Liam would not be responsible for a crisis in the Mays’ household. “So, Mr. Dunbar, the dean already told me you took over to coach the team.” “Please, just call me Liam. Mr. Dunbar...that’s my father.” Coach Mays smiled and nodded. “Okay, I respect that. Liam it is. Now, want to tell me what you already did with the team? I want to see where you stand in your opinion.” Liam nodded, sat down and started to tell the coach everything he did with the team since he enrolled at the university.

****** The credits from the last movie rolled over the screen and Liam pulled the blanket tighter around his body. He was slumped on one couch, half resting against the backrest of the couch and half against Theo with whom he was curled under the blankets. Sadie and Maya were curled on the other couch. Having a pack movie night, watching four movies surrounded by warm blankets, having tasty snacks and just relaxing had made them all quite sleepy. The heater was on since it was rainy and cold outside, adding to the comfort. Theo had one arm slung over the backrest of the couch and had he been playing with a few strands of Liam’s hair in the beginning, he went on to softly run his fingers through Liam’s hair after a while. The soft touches felt good and Liam caught himself leaning into the touch several times. Thankfully Theo never seemed to notice because he didn’t stop caressing Liam. But the longer they sat like this, the harder it was for Liam to not wrap his arms around Theo’s waist, close his eyes and fall asleep snuggled against the chimera.

“Already asleep, puppy?” Theo asked softly and Liam shook his head. “If I said almost, would you carry me to bed?” He asked back. “Yours or mine?” Theo asked with a chuckle. “Yours because we are gentlemen and let the girls sleep in my bed while we share yours.” Liam answered while yawning. “Aw, Liam, you are the sweetest.” Maya muttered somewhere in her blanket cocoon. Sadie groaned. “Can’t we stay here? I’m too tired and too comfortable to move.” “Agreed.” Theo said and since he was curled up with Liam, he used his arm to wrap it around Liam and pull him close. Liam followed willingly, far too tired to put up any fight. “Sleeping on the couch is uncomfortable.” He mumbled but his eyes dropped shut nonetheless and he snuggled closer to Theo’s body. Maybe he should go to bed but Theo and Sadie were right, this was too comfy to move. And so Liam drifted off.

When he woke up on the next morning, he found himself almost on top of Theo who had also fallen asleep, face hidden in the crook of Theo’s neck while the chimera’s arm was wrapped around him and kept Liam close to his body. Liam moved slightly and looked over to where Maya and Sadie were still sleeping. Liam yawned and ran a hand through his hair. Theo beneath him stirred. “Stop moving, I’m trying to sleep longer.” He complained softly and Liam smiled softly. “There is the sleepy puppy again.” Theo’s hold on him tightened and Liam chuckled softly. “You’re really not planning on letting me get up, huh?” “No. You’re warm and comfortable and if you get up it will get cold. I hate the cold. So you have to stay. First Beta prerogative.” “Hm.” Liam considered this and then snuggled closer to Theo again. His eyes closed again and not soon after, Liam was asleep again, lulled back into dreamland by Theo’s steady heartbeat and his scent.

When he woke up the second time, he was still curled up against Theo but this time he had to get up and use the bathroom. When he shuffled back into the living room afterwar, he heard his cell phone ringing and went to get it. Despite him walking into his room and closing the door to not disturb the three others, they were all awake when Liam ended the call and walked back into the living room, a stormy look on his face.

“Scott canceled his visit.” He announced before one of them could even ask. He walked into the kitchen and put his hands on the counter. Scott’s call had made him feel all kinds of negative emotions and he really tried not to explode. The Betas shared a look and then slowly got up to join him.

“Why?” Theo asked. “Because Lydia helped Malia to prepare a surprise for Scott and coincidentally it’s on the same weekend that Scott wanted to come here. The only weekend he would have the time to come here actually. It’s okay, Lydia had no idea he wanted to come here and of course, a weekend with his girlfriend is more important.” Liam tried to make it sound like he was understanding. He obviously failed because Sadie put a hand on his. “Liam, it’s okay to be disappointed and angry. He promised you something and he broke his promise.” “Yeah, well, life still goes on and the world doesn’t stop turning. Scott McCall is a very busy person. We have to accept that!” Liam said coldly and pushed himself away from the counter. “Where are you going?” Theo asked. “Taking a shower. A cold, cold shower!” Liam growled and slammed the bathroom door shut.

The cold water helped him clear his head a bit and he could breathe a bit better again. There was still so much raging inside him. He was angry, disappointed, sad, lost, everything at once and it was overwhelming. After his shower he dried himself off and pressed his face into his towel, stifling a scream. God, he hated to feel so bad!

But then he walked into his room and got dressed and then he walked out and all three Betas were in the hallway, waiting for him. “What?” Liam asked suspiciously and Sadie stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. Maya was the next to hug him. “We still love you, Alpha!” They both chorused while clinging to him and despite his bad mood, Liam had to smile, even more when Sadie cleared her throat in an impatient way, causing Theo to sigh. “I have been taking part in more group hugs since joining this pack than ever before in my entire life.” He softly complained but followed and also stepped to them and hugged his pack members, especially Liam.

“Thanks, guys, you are the best!” Liam told them softly.

****** Liam knew his pack cared. It took some of the burdens of being an Alpha away but he still could not shake the disappointment from Scott’s cancellation. It sat deep in his bones and it probably would take a long time to get over it. Sadie seemed to notice because she showed up one day after classes and tugged at Liam’s sleeve. “Okay, so I know you need to take your mind off this whole thing, and that’s what I’m here for. And because Maya is busy and I’m bored but that’s beside the point. We do whatever you want to do, just to make you a bit happier again.” Liam looked at her. What she said sounded legit and he already knew what he wanted to do. “Okay, come on, I know what we can do.”

Said it and Sadie followed willingly. Yet not half an hour later she made a face. “I expected you wanting to see a movie or go shopping, eat your body weight in ice cream or whatever, not that.” “It will be fun. Lacrosse had become my sport to power me out and get over the negative feelings. It could also help you with your IED, you know? My dad taught me how to play for that reason, to get better control.” “Does it work?” “It does, not always perfectly but it does a good job.” Liam nodded over to the field. “Come on, or are you afraid you’re too girly for this sport?” He teased Sadie and she narrowed her green eyes and huffed. “If I wanted, I could play this sport!” “Yeah? Prove it!”

No sooner said than done and Sadie found herself on the lacrosse field where Liam explained every rule to her. To Liam, it was fun explaining things to someone who never played this sport before. Sadie was a quick learner and asked a lot of intelligent questions and soon they could move to the action of blocking.

After landing on the ground several times, the blonde werewolf growled and her eyes flashed. “How am I suppose to push you out of the way? You’re an Alpha, you’re stronger, you have more experience than me!” She complained. “You should not push me out of the way, you should stop me from getting further. Which is also a very good philosophy for life. You don’t always have to overcome the obstacle, sometimes you just need to stand your ground. They will give up after a while. So, stand your ground, barely move and you will see what happens.” Liam held out his hand to pull her to her feet again. “Can I use my wolf?” “If you want to be responsible for a human breaking his or her bones, sure.” She sniffed. “Of course I don’t want to be responsible for that.” “There you have your answer. See why this is so good for your control? I promise you the guilt will eat you alive when you know another person got hurt because you were too brutal and went with too much force. Not a good feeling.”

Sadie made a face. She got what Liam was trying to tell her. “Okay, got it. Control’s important but I already knew that. It’s the problem I have in case you forgot.” “I didn’t. I know we still have to work on that one.” Liam said softly and handed her the lacrosse stick. “Come on, fighter, we are not done yet.”

Sadie sighed but then she smiled and followed Liam’s instructions because frankly? She was having fun. Lacrosse had been the last thing on her mind but she could not deny it was fun to powering herself out on the field and her competitiveness came out completely. Liam led her on just great and when they were done, both were sweaty but happy.

“I usually just work out in the gym or go for a jog, but this was actually really fun.” She admitted. Liam smiled at her. “Could see yourself playing lacrosse more often?” “Yeah. I mean, why not? I didn’t expect it to be that much fun and it’s a really good workout. It’s lots of fresh air which does wonders for my skin too. And the jerseys, the blue and the white, are actually quite fashionable too. Good color choices.” “You are the first one to make lacrosse a fashion statement.” “Honey, everything I do is a fashion statement.” She snapped her fingers. “Because fashion, my looks, are the only thing I can control. I leave the house and my inside’s are a total mess. Lack of control, anger issues, stress. But on the outside, I have everything on point. Hair, makeup, outfits, everything is exactly how I want it to be and how it should be. Everything is on point.” “Sooner or later you will figure out how to have control and then even your wolf will be on point.” Liam bolstered her. “What makes you so sure of that?” “Because I learned control too and you are more stubborn than me if that’s even possible. So you will manage, I know that.” Sadie smiled and hugged him. “You’re a great Alpha, Liam...Would you tell me your middle name? I promise I’m not saying anything to Theo!” Liam grinned. “No. Have to wait until Theo figures it out.” “You love to see him getting worked up over that, huh?” “Given how often he frustrated me in the last couple of years, you have no idea.” Liam looked innocently but his grin betrayed him.

****** Liam was on his way towards his next class when Maya suddenly appeared next to him. “Hey, Liam, can I bring a friend with me next pack meeting? I know it’s usually just pack but since we hang out every day and I rarely got to have time with her, I figured that would not be too bad. She knows about the supernatural too so we can be ourselves around her.” Liam shrugged. “Sure, bring her along, no problem.” Maya smiled. “Thanks, Liam. By the way, my bet’s on you.” “What bet?” “Regarding the middle name thing. Sadie’s bet is Theo will find a sneaky way to get the information, my bet is you will win and he will give up.” She grinned widely and then saluted before walking to her class. Liam stared at her, then he shook his head. His pack was full of crazy people.

****** Liam frantically looked around. His heart was racing and he heard the blood rush in his ears. It was almost pitch black around him, water was surrounding him and was all up to his waist, and it only fueled his panic when he noticed he was in a well similar to the one he had thrown into shortly after Scott bit him. He raised his head, several feet above him he saw the opening of the well. It was dimly lit as if it was already dawning and Liam called for help.

“Scott! Scott, do you hear me? SCOTT!! THEO!!! ANYBODY!!! HELP ME!” He yelled but he heard just the splashing of the water when he moved around. The walls of the well were too smooth for climbing and even when Liam tried it, he always slid back into the water and called out for help once more.

But then a person leaned over the opening of the well. It wasn’t Scott as expected, it was Liam himself, eyes glowing red. “Get yourself together! Scott isn’t here, he won’t come! You need to rely on yourself to get out. Your life can’t stop everytime he cancels on you! You’re an Alpha yourself, Liam, get your shit together! I know you’re disappointed and angry and you think he obviously doesn’t care about you at all, but you cannot let this make your world stand still! You cannot sulk and hide, I know it’s hard, but you have a pack to protect, people to take care of. Stop whining and calling for help when the only person you need help from is yourself!” He called out to his self stuck in the well.

The Liam in the well bit his lip. He had no idea if he would be able to get out on his own. “Liam, life still goes on, Scott coming or not! So for fuck’s sake, stop doubting yourself so much. Him being here or not doesn’t change anything. You lived months without him being in the known about your Alpha status and yes it’s a bummer he’s not coming, but get a grip!” The one outside the well told him and it caused Liam inside to try and climb the walls of the well. It was hard but he managed to find some edges to grip on and pull himself higher.

And then he was suddenly out of the well and on the forest ground, his Alpha self in front of him. “The world keeps on turning and it was like this for months. Why stop it all now? Don’t focus so much on one person but rather on everything you already accomplished and the people who still need your help. They are important right now. Everything else will fall into place if you believe in yourself and stop doubting yourself.”

While he talked, his human form disappeared more and more and then suddenly the wolf was in front of him, looking at Liam with glowing red eyes. Liam sighed. “I know you’re right, but it’s hard. Things like that throw me in for a loop.” The wolf huffed and Liam sighed again. “I’m working on it! I promise I do!” And obviously, his inner wolf believed him because he stepped closer and pushed his head against Liam's hand. Liam again felt the faint brush of the soft fur and smiled softly, stroking it.

And then he blinked and found himself right in the park close to his apartment, kneeling on the ground and slowly coming back from his dream. He seemed to look a bit lost because a young woman his age stopped and looked at him in a funny way. She wore a blue beanie and her blonde hair fell over her shoulders in waves. Her blue jacket was fitting her perfectly but her white scarf she was was twice as long as she and she had it draped around her neck to be shielded from the cold temperatures. She wore plain dark jeans and beige boots. “Are you okay?” She inquired. “Me? Uhm, yeah, yeah, I am okay.” Liam jumped to his feet. “Did you see something?” He asked back. Bad enough he had been sleepwalking again, it would be even worse if she had heard him talk or pet the air or whatever. “No? Should I have seen something?” She asked, unsure of what to do with this situation. This was awkward. “No! Good. I should go!” “Yeah, me too.” She pointed in the opposite direction and both hastily parted ways, happy to end this strange conversation.

He walked home because even for an Alpha the Autumn temperature and the rain were chilly since he was dressed only in his PJs. When he stepped inside his apartment Theo looked up from his cereal. He took in Liam’s appearance and sighed. “Do I need to lock the door to keep you from sleepwalking?” “Ask that my wolf. Not my fault he feels the need to guide me around town to have a heartfelt talk with me.” Liam muttered and walked into the kitchen to fix himself a cup of hot coffee. He warmed his fingers on the mug. “Your wolf can talk?” Theo asked irritated and Liam groaned. “Shut up, it’s complicated.” “Are you okay?” Theo asked and took his hoodie jacket from where he hat put it on the counter yesterday to drape it around Liam’s shoulders. “You’re as cold as an ice cube!”

“I will be okay, I think. It’s just...Scott canceling was a bummer and while I got it, it made me think that he maybe doesn’t care about me anymore. It made me doubt myself because I felt irrelevant. Does that make sense?” Theo nodded and Liam continued. “I love what we have here. Our pack, our Betas who are struggling but trying so hard, and I don’t want to miss any of that. I know...I hope I am a good Alpha for you guys because you deserve one. And my wolf made me realize that even though Scott doesn’t come, the world doesn’t stop turning. It won’t come crashing down, you know? It’s been months since I became an Alpha and it was my own request to tell Scott face to face, so that’s my problem. I could always call and put him on the spot but I don’t want to. I want to make it personal, but when he just doesn’t come here, I have to accept that. I still love Scott as Alpha and as an older brother, his approval means everything to me, but as long as we have no chance to meet, I have to continue being the Alpha for you guys. Without self-doubts and insecurities.”

Liam sipped on his coffee when he ended, and Theo chuckled. “Your inner wolf surely has some good insights. I’d love to meet him one day. He seems more mature than you.” He mocked. “Idiot!” Liam retaliated and nudged Theo in the rips with his elbow. “Your idiot.” Theo corrected. “Godfrey.” “Oh god, no! What do you think my mom smoked when she named me?”

****** “I want a large pizza with pepper, broccoli, asparagus, and olives.” Sadie ordered. Theo wrote that down. “Liam? What about you?” “Large pizza with salami and ham, please. Nolan sent a text, a tuna pizza for him. Large. He’s stuck in traffic.” “Okay.” Theo also wrote that down when somebody knocked at the door, Sadie opened it. Maya stepped in, followed by her friend. “Hey, guys, this is Ever.”

Ever waved in the round and then she spotted Liam and grinned. “Park boy.” She greeted him and Liam chuckled. “Nature girl.” He replied. “You know each other?” Maya asked surprised. “We met after I woke up in the park after yet another sleepwalking encounter.” Liam explained. Ever snickered. “If I had known you were part of Maya’s pack I would have introduced myself differently upon first meeting you.” “Actually.” Maya began. “He’s not only part of the pack. That’s Liam, he’s the Alpha.” “Oh my god. I’m so sorry!” Ever said honestly. Liam waved it off. “Nah, it’s alright. I don’t expect anybody to bow in front of me just because of my status.”

“I heard so much about you. That means you are Theo.” Theo nodded. “Maya, you never mentioned Theo and Liam being that handsome. And you are Sadie. As beautiful and as fashionable as Maya described you.” Ever went on to assign the names. Sadie beamed at her. “Speaking of fashionable: I love your belt.” “Oh, thank you, I made it myself.” Ever said happily and played with the belt hanging around her waist. “How much do I need to pay you for you to make me one of those too?” Sadie asked. “Nothing, really. I like making things like that. I can make you one, no problem.”

Maya made a face and moved to Theo and Liam. “Fashion, so not my topic. I’d rather stick with you guys. But I knew Ever and Sadie would get along. Ever was the one to make the potion when Theo was sick by the way.” She told Liam and Theo. Liam smiled gratefully at Ever. “You probably saved Theo’s life with that. Thank you, Ever. I owe you.” Theo followed with expressing his gratitude. “Yeah, thank you.” “Nah, I’m good with herbs and when I heard he struggled with wolfsbane poisoning it was the least I could do to help.”

Sadie tilted her head. “You are something too, right? Not a werewolf, but you have a certain smell.” Ever exhaled loudly. “I’m a witch.” She then confessed. “A witch? Like Harry Potter or more like Charmed?” Theo inquired. He never met a witch before. “I’m still figuring out what I can do but for now I’d say I'm a mix between Charmed and Bonnie Bennett.” “Well, that’s a combination determined to kick ass!” Sadie said approvingly and she made everyone laugh.

“Maya, Ever, we wanted to order pizza. What pizza do you want?” Theo asked them, waving the paper he had wrote down everyone’s orders. “I’d like a four cheese pizza, please.” Maya ordered for herself. “Hey, any news about our wendigo?” “Wendigo?” Ever asked. “Pizza with anchovies for me, please.” “There is this wendigo girl lurking around campus and we’re trying to track her but it seems she’s always a step ahead of us. But we keep our ears and eyes open, if she shows up again we will stop her.” Liam answered Maya’s and Ever’s question. “You don’t like wendigos very much, huh?” Ever guessed. “A wendigo was the reason I was bitten in the first place and even though some great things came from it, I have kind of a personal vendetta against wendigos.” Liam muttered. “Understandable.” The young witch said with a small smile. Liam smiled back and nodded his head.

Another knock on the door and when Sadie opened the door, Nolan stepped in. “Finally! I was starving!” Theo called out and dialed the number of the pizza place. “Yeah, hello to you too.” Nolan muttered and laughed.

Suddenly Liam remembered something and disappeared into his room. When he came back he threw a blue shirt at Sadie. “O’Mara! Catch!” She caught it and looked down on the jersey with her name and the number nine on it. “No way!” “I talked to the coach and he’s okay with you becoming part of the team. You may not play first line immediately but I told him you’re good, so we’re giving it a try.” Liam said with a smile. Sadie squealed and hugged the jersey to her chest. “You two on the same lacrosse team? I’m an atheist but even I would pray for your opponents.” Theo said thoughtfully.

Writing this chapter was a bit hard because I caught a cold and it was hard to concentrate on thinking. I still hope you like it nonetheless. Liam's middle name: If you want, you are free to write your guess in the comments and we will see how close you came to the right one. Thiam cuddles, yay! I'm a sucker for that. And yeah, Scott canceled. You didn't expect me to make it that easy, right? We have to wait a little bit longer. Liam and his wolf, a dream team...Get it dream?? ...Sorry, that worked in my mind. Ah yes, Sadie and Liam. Liam may have to do something with the fact that she got number nine on her jersey...Who knows ;-)

#thiam #A tale written with fangs and claws #alpha!liam #My writing #Morning Dew Pack series

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Principia – De Motu Corporum III

CW: Death, disaster

“The alteration of motion is ever proportional to the motive force impressed; and is made in the direction of the right line in which that force is impressed.”

– Sir Isaac Newton, “Philosophae Naturalis Principia Mathematica”

Thirty-two minutes and fifty-seven seconds into her brachistochrone maneuver, Peregrine’s main engine shut down as scheduled, and with a sustained burst from her reaction control thrusters, she flipped around to face the opposite direction, beads of molten tin rolling off the face of her cooling whiskers as the force of rotation drew them away.

Once transposition was completed, Peregrine’s starbulb lit up once more, a jet of incandescent star-stuff erupting from the engine bell. Her whiskers began to glow a dull red as the streams of molten metal started to flow along their surfaces, cooling off as they radiated away their heat into the vacuum of space, and through exploiting the properties of liquid metal, flowed back to the roots.

In her control compartment, the situation was just as lively. The stress from 17,150 kilonewtons of thrust caused the entire room to rattle violently. Misty was unconscious, Jon was fighting his hardest to stay awake, and even mighty Tallen strained under this irresistible force. Peregrine had long since switched back to hands-off flight control, not that Jon had noticed.

“Contact detected, bearing 160 by 27, range 153,000 kilometers and closing,” Peregrine reported, “IFF reads as a CETU destroyer. Time to intercept: 58 minutes, 31 seconds.”

Jon tried to respond, but he had trouble focusing on the words. It didn’t help that his eyeballs were being squeezed into the backs of their sockets by seven gravities of accelerative force, or that it felt as if a couple large sacks of rice had been laid on top of his chest.

“Keep tracking and identify,” Tallen slurred, “How are the others doing?”

“Misty’s unconscious,” Peregrine replied, “I’ve got her on an intravenous steroid and oxygenation drip, and I’m closely monitoring her vital signs. Jon is still conscious, but I have another IV standing by just in case he blacks out, too.”

“Great. Time to destination?”

“32 minutes, 21 seconds.”

“Swell,” Tallen groaned.

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As predicted, Peregrine completed her deceleration burn precisely 32 minutes and 21 seconds later. The coronal plume from her tail was extinguished, and the crew could all breathe a sigh of relief.

Perhaps not a sigh so much as violent, gasping, sputtering coughs as the pressure lifted.

“OK, everything hurts,” Jon winced.

“Would someone please be so kind as to stop that disagreeable ringing?” Misty implored, her eyes squeezed shut.

Tallen, fearing that Misty had a concussion, freed himself from his restraints and made his way to the emergency medical kit. “Misty,” he said as he checked her pupils, “do you know who I am?”

“Of course, Tallen,” she replied, “Jon is behind me in the flight control seat, and Peregrine is the ship.”

“Lucky guess,” Tallen joked as he finished inspecting her, “The good news is that you don’t have a concussion. Here, take this.” He gave her a condiment-packet-sized pouch, which she tore open and, with practiced grace from a lifetime in microgravity, she squirted the floating globules of liquid painkillers into her mouth and dutifully swallowed them.

Tallen went to help Jon get out of his restraints, but Jon waved him away. “I’m not concussed,” Jon groaned.

“Let’s leave the diagnosis to the ship’s medic, shall we?” Tallen self-referred as he checked Jon out as well.

“I know exactly who you are, Tallen,” Jon moaned, “I just feel like I’ve got a hangover the size of Saturn – I half-expect to see rings form around my head.”

“Well, the bad news is that you won’t be getting medical leave for this,” Tallen joked, “No concussion for you.”

“Damn,” Jon exclaimed before gulping down the painkiller sachet Tallen gave him, “I could really use a couple dozen sols at the Delphic Ablutoria…”

“I thought you didn’t go for the whole… sex thing,” Tallen commented.

“I don’t,” Jon replied as lucidity returned to him, “but I do find Europan hydrothermal massages very… relaxing.”

“They really are,” Misty sighed in agreement.

“Peregrine, what’s our status?” Jon asked.

“We’re less than 5 kilometers from the remains of EML-1 Colony 7,” Peregrine reported, “The station is only rotating at 2.11 degrees per second. There’s a lot of debris in the direction of the spacedock, but it’s moving so slowly relative to the colony that it shouldn’t pose a hazard to navigation.”

“Give me a visual,” Jon ordered. What appeared on the monitor drew surprised gasps from everyone on the control deck.

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The absolute devastation in the scene before them evoked the profoundly morbid eerieness of an ancient battlefield. Drifting detritus littered the space around the catatonic colony – while most of it was structure, goods, and equipment, there were many corpses among the rubble; bruised, bloated, and broken. They had to be those with the misfortune to be close to the spacedock when it exploded – those within would have been incinerated by the blast, while those on the colony side would have been blown into space when the bulkhead ruptured from the explosion.

The walls of the colony cylinder were left deformed from the blast, lending it the appearance of a deflated steel balloon. Twisted, melted steel cables wound about the void, making entry into the colony difficult. Peregrine swept aside the smaller debris with her navigational sweep – ablating them with a broom of coherent light.

She was able to negotiate her way into the remains of the colony’s spacedock. The hulks of sundered spacecraft stood silently secured in great gantries, waiting for launch orders that would never come. Scorched shells and shattered structure left a host of haunted hulls – a macabre mess of death and destruction.

“Could you come look at this, please?” Misty asked. What she had discovered perturbed them all. A gaping tunnel had been bored tangentially into the spacedock’s structure, penetrating through to open space beyond, illuminated by the faint orange glow of still-incandescent metal along its interior.

“Aperture diameter is approximately 21 meters,” Peregrine reported, “It looks like whatever did this cauterized its way through the spacedock’s hull on the way out.”

“Regardless, we’re here to see if there’s anyone who needs our help,” Jon declared, “Peri, can you get us any closer to one of those service airlocks?”

“Sorry, love,” Peregrine replied, “There’s not enough room to maneuver in here.”

“We could try the longshoreman’s gantry,” Tallen recommended, “Maybe the dockmaster’s computer will have something on what happened.”

“The dockmaster’s office might also be a good place to tap into station comms and internal sensors,” Misty suggested, “It would make it easier to locate survivors.”

“We’ll start there,” Jon decided, “Peregrine, what are the conditions like out there?”

“Ambient radiation level is 0.23 sieverts per hour,” Peregrine reported, “Radiation protocol level 4 is warranted.”

“All right, let’s do this one by the numbers,” Jon ordered, “Tallen, Misty, we’re going outside. Bring HSFH scrubs and dosimeters.”

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The Ying-Zheng-class destroyer VSCE Ekaladerhan was ugly as sin and twice as graceless. Cursed with large, blocky construction, she would undoubtedly be less aerodynamic than the box she came in, if 5,500-ton warships were delivered from their shipyards in enormous crates.

As she cantankerously lumbered towards EML-1, decelerating on a lambent plume of incandescent deuterium, the ship’s Combat Information Center was abuzz with activity as the crew tried to make sense of the events of the past hour.

The Chief Intelligence Officer of Ekaladerhan was cloistered away from the bustle of the command center outside in his office, analyzing reports on the situation. The biggest stumbling block to getting a cohesive picture was the lack of useful information. Actually, that was the second biggest stumbling block. The actual biggest obstacle was that the captain expected a situation report in ten minutes to prepare for operations as soon as they arrived on site, and he didn’t have any new intelligence to give her.

A sharp knock on the door erupted from the cacophony on the other side of the bulkhead – the buzzer for that door hadn’t worked right since the Kala’s last refit 20 years ago. According to the Chief Engineer, fixing the buzzer meant removing the entire door mount and tearing up a meter and a half of conduit in order to splice in new wiring – because door buzzers were neither primary systems nor essential for combat operations, and as the only way in or out was through the adequately secure CIC, it would have to wait until the next refit or the CIC got trashed by hostile weapons fire.

“Come,” he projected. The percussive prattling of the outside flooded the room as the door slid open, and an Earth Forces officer in espatier gray fatigues stepped through.

“Crewman, shut that damn door!” the intelligence officer barked. “Sorry, INTO,” the interloper apologized, and then pulled the door shut. The noise quieted to merely distracting.

“Report, leftenant,” the INTO ordered. The interloper stood to attention.

“Sir!” the lieutenant said with military sharpness, “I’ve brought the report you asked for.” He handed a small tablet to his superior.

“Put it on the desk.”

“Yes sir,” the lieutenant answered and did what he was told.

“Well?” the INTO asked impatiently, “If you’re just going to stand there, make yourself useful and get me some coffee!”

“Yes sir,” the lieutenant answered again, “Sorry, sir.” He turned about-face and began to slide the door open again.

“Leftenant,” the INTO sighed, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”

The lieutenant closed the door again and turned back to face the INTO.

“May I ask what’s on your mind, sir?” the lieutenant asked.

“No,” the INTO began, “Yes. What do you know about EML-1 Colony 7?”

“Number 7 was an agricultural colony,” the lieutenant summarized professionally, “its sole export was bulk soybeans, no different than any of the eleven other colonies at EML-1, or a dozen others at EML-4.”

“My sister was a biologist there, monitoring the soybean crop,” the INTO admitted, “She was going to be married next month, to a water management system engineer on the colony.”

“And you’re worried that she’s dead, sir?”

“I’d like to believe that she was able to get to an emergency shelter, but I doubt it very much, given how quickly things happened.”

The lieutenant sat down across from his superior. “If you like, sir, I could say a prayer for her.”

“If you’re looking for something to do, you might help me make sense of these reports,” the INTO suggested as he dropped another tablet onto the desk in frustration, “I just don’t understand it – a nuclear shaped charge explodes in the dock of an agricultural colony, a civilian freighter under Martian registry disregards space traffic control orders and races to Colony 7 under the guise of rendering humanitarian aid, and no one seems to know anything!”

“Why EML-1 #7?” the lieutenant asked, “Why not the new space city at EML-5? Destroying Colony 7 couldn’t have killed more than a million people, while attacking Cockaigne could have increased fatalities by an entire order of magnitude. Colony 7 doesn’t make sense as a target for a terrorist attack.”

“It wouldn’t even have affected food production much,” the INTO agreed, “Apart from decompression and the structural damage, that colony is virtually intact. The Department of Space Construction could have it back in productive operation in six months. I fail to understand why anyone would have–” he paused as something on the tablet the lieutenant brought him caught his eye. Glancing at its contents, he came to a disturbing realization.

“Leftenant,” he said as he showed him the tablet, “what do you make of this?”

The lieutenant took the tablet. The INTO watched as the more he read, the more things began to click into place, and the more his realization grew. “Mars?” the lieutenant asked.

“Mars.”

“We’d better inform the captain.”

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Since the early 2000s my generation of evangelical homeschool students has been working to get Tea Party candidates elected. They were successful in 2006 and 2010, thanks to the grassroots efforts and groundwork our parents and grandparents started laying in the ’70s; they infiltrated politics and shifted every Overton window as far right as they could.

Now, the Christofascist millennials and GenX-ers are voting and running for office, the Tea Party has taken over, and the Christofascist agenda is rapidly advancing. With the injunction against trans and reproductive healthcare in the ACA, the attempted gutting of the ethics committee and the ban on Muslims, this is only the beginning and it’s only going to get worse.

In the time it’s taken me to write, much of this has already happened or is on the verge of happening. Over New Year’s, I watched my healthcare and access to abortion be stripped while vacationing out of the country. There is hope, however. We can use everything they taught us against them, but first we need to understand some things:

The Christofascist agenda calls for legalizing discrimination under the guise of freedom of speech and freedom of religion. The first amendment will not be extended to the marginalized or people of faiths that are not Christianity. They’ll come for the queers, people of color and anyone with a uterus who values autonomy — they already have. Finally, they’ll go after anyone who isn’t a straight white evangelical conservative man or his supportive wife.

Tim Echols said this in his 2007 keynote speech at Teenpact National Convention:

“I wish I could but I cannot tell you more details about the lifestyle and the people involved with it. Just cannot. The Bible tells us not even to talk about certain kinds of evil, let alone plan and joke about it. So I can’t talk about it, all I can say, men in this room, is God made you a man. He only made two kinds, male and female. He made you men. And you simply need to focus on developing your godly masculinity, your godly manhood.”

In this sentiment, he was specifically talking about queer and trans students he encountered at Teenpact and in rumors from other leaders. He later went on to say that there would be zero tolerance for any expression of queerness because it was too evil to even talk about.

When I say we can’t have discussions with people who believe these things, I say it for a reason. It is impossible to have a discussion when one of the parties participating refuses to see you as human and deserving of respect. This is one mild instance of things that I was told and that the leaders of many Christofascist organizations believe and spread.

One commenter on my first post demonstrated this perfectly by writing “You can’t even face your own self, you try to call yourself an “it” or something foolish , you’re still the same you no matter how hard you try to run from your conscience and even more so, from God … you have assimilated to the thoughts and actions of those you encircle yourself with so that you don’t have to hear or think about how wrong you are …” (emphasis mine)

source: AS comment email

Dehumanization is a tactic well practiced in these communities, and it makes it impossible to have a dialogue. You can’t converse fairly with someone who thinks you should be dead, tortured, or aren’t human. Some Christians believe that it’s a symbol of God’s love and mercy to strike unrepentant sinners dead. It was argued, by my parents, that in the story where God sent a bear to maul children, it was out of love so they wouldn’t finish growing up to sin more. Parents in this subculture have been known to tell their children (myself included) that they wouldn’t hesitate to kill them, like Abraham was about to kill Isaac, if they believed God told them to. They are more than willing to sacrifice their children on the altar — literally and figuratively; this can look like disownment, emotional, verbal, spiritual and physical abuse, or actual murder.

These are the types of mentalities that we’re dealing with and should keep in mind as we try to curb their political momentum. I understand the hesitancy when I say civil debates are a waste of time, which is why I want to reiterate that it is impossible to argue with people who don’t believe your life has value or is inherently wrong. It’s not because I harbor ill will, but rather their refusal to accept the existence of anyone different than them as valid.

You won’t convince these Christians by addressing their beliefs head on; they’ve been trained for that. If your heart is in reaching out, reach out to the children trapped here. The parents are likely too far gone to reach unless they come to an awakening of their own accord. I talked about this in my FAQ: it really doesn’t take logic or arguments, it takes kindness and sowing the seeds of doubt. We were taught to fear everyone who was different from us because they would try to sway us away from God. In this context, when you are met with kindness, that inspires doubt in what you were taught; and that doubt can eventually grow into something that looks like an escape. If you want to defeat Christofascism, your time is best spent being involved in your community and extending kindness when you see these families. A queer person merely existing in public and going about their day says more than any argument could.

In the future, I will talk about organizations like Teenpact, ATI, Alert, Vision Forum, and ParentalRights.org in greater detail, outlining what they believe and decrypting the loaded language that they use, so when you see words like “godly/sinful lifestyle” and “Godly masculinity” you’ll know exactly what they mean and how terrifying it is when people like the above commenter dish out abuse and say, “I wouldn’t do this if I/God didn’t love you.”

What worked for conservative evangelicals was infiltrating politics not debating liberals; we need to do grassroots organizing at every level, from city and state government to federal.

We need to start with protecting ourselves in our cities and states. We absolutely cannot sit by and wallow in sadness if we want to turn this around. This is not the time for inaction because of an insurmountable problem. I’m here to tell you this is an uphill battle but it can be won.

Fighting the Christofascist uprising on our doorstep will take getting out of our complacency and belief that people can’t possibly be as bad as they seem. It involves looking reality in the face and confronting it instead of hiding. It involves being each other’s allies.

We specifically need to advocate for health, housing, transit, education, anti-discrimination and accessibility. Our cities, states and country should be safe places for everyone, so we need to look out for and protect our marginalized communities. We all have some (even if it’s just a little) privilege somewhere, we need to use whatever we have to help each other and not throw anyone under the bus.

How to Fight Back

Think about where you will be the most effective and able to accomplish the most good using the privilege that you have and use that as a starting point.

In a way, activists can function like characters in a role playing game. Everyone has different abilities and roles and each of these are crucial when you’re in a dungeon during the Boss fight. We need an army of healers, tanks, and damage dealers. It’s important not to look down on friends who are activist-ing in a different way than we are; every role is vital. We may fill any combination of these roles over time or even simultaneously (I’m usually a healer/damage mix but lately I’ve been tanking). Switching back and forth for mental and physical health reasons (or just because you want to) is a valid way to fight back.

These are inconclusive lists; do whatever works for you!

By Kieryn Darkwater

Healer: The Moral Support * Remind people to eat, sleep, shower, step away, and take care of themselves * Make mini survival kits for protests and rallies — include water, snacks, sign making supplies, tear gas treatment and masks * Remind people that they’re seen and doing good work when they are sad * Stockpile a ton of fluffy animal gifs and disperse them liberally

Tank: The Barrier, Bait and Decoy * Use your body or other resources as a shield and become the target for aggression, deflecting it away from others at a protest or online * Jump in to protect and fight for others when they ask for help * Use your privilege to elevate other’s voices by sharing whatever platform you have * Call out fascism when you see it, loudly

Damage: Disrupt From Within * Use the methods of those in power against them and organize, shift the Overton window of your local political machine by proposing radical change * Rise & help others rise to power by running for office, or campaigning and centering other’s voices * Form coalitions in your community * Use your privilege to elevate others and bring change by sharing whatever platform you have to raise awareness and garner support * Combat systemic racism and abuse as you encounter it by changing the language or rules to foster diversity instead of segregation (ex: fix zoning so the effects of redlining are diminished, or making sure there’s inclusive language and intent in your organization’s documents) * Engage with your local political scene and move progress forward as much as you can

Once you’ve found your role(s), go to local political party meetings, city council meetings and town halls. Get to know your elected representatives and volunteer with organizations in your community. If there’s a need in your community that no one is meeting and you have an idea on how to solve it, organize.

* Advocate for a region-wide healthcare service that includes trans health, mental health, reproductive care and abortion access by writing, calling, or meeting with your elected officials * Find your local YIMBY (yes in my backyard) cell, or start one and tell your city council to build more housing * Support investments in public transit and infrastructure * Volunteer with schools, get involved in your school board, advocate for more educational and community resources for students, make your schools a safe place for queer, trans, disabled and marginalized students * Get involved in community initiatives to help house or provide resources for your homeless neighbors * Urge your city and transit planners to include accessible infrastructure and make your own spaces accessible * Run for office or volunteer on a campaign for someone committed to caring for the marginalized communities in your city * Write to your state and local representatives when these issues are brought up. You can get alerts about what’s going on in your state by using OpenStates from the Sunlight Foundation * Work to create a culture where bigotry isn’t tolerated, support anti-discrimination policies and be the change you wish to see in your life

If you’re burning out, low on energy or otherwise just don’t have the spoons but want to do something that’s really effective and better matched to your energy levels, here are a couple ideas:

* Write your elected officials * If you can make phone calls, 5calls.org is a great tool * Be moral support: comfort people who are hurting by reaching out and offering hugs or pictures of floofs * Organize/participate in a book club and read about racism, queerphobia, activism, and the looming dystopian future * If you learn something cool, share it with other people * Make disruptive art that celebrates the incredibly rich diversity of humanity and share it widely

Art and self-care are important forms of resistance. These give us the strength and will to carry on. Remember you are allowed to take breaks; in fact, it is vital to do so. This is an ongoing struggle — it’s a marathon, not a sprint. The Christofascists want nothing more than to exhaust us into oblivion before they bring out the really bad shit. We have to be aware of our health and abilities, mental and physical. Self-care is a legitimate act of resistance, it’s important to remember we deserve good things, happiness and rest.

Finally, if you have the ability to give, find groups to support who are doing good work and set up a monthly donation if you can.

The ones I’m affiliated with are East Bay Forward and the Coalition for Responsible Home Education.

Some other great places to donate to are: Planned Parenthood, The ACLU, Southern Poverty Law Center, The Sunlight Foundation, The EFF, The Transgender Law Center, Lambda Legal, and United We Dream. Your community probably has other organizations doing great work in your town that you could find by googling, checking the library or asking for a list at city hall.

If you want to win over Christofascists, you don’t address them head on; you live your life and show them with actions that they’re wrong and the world isn’t as black and white as they want it to be. Existing really is resistance here. If you want to curb their assault on human rights, get involved in politics and block their momentum. For now, everything still comes down to votes, we all still have the power to change our government’s direction.

Everyone is intimidated at first, because politics is daunting and we’re all worried about making mistakes and unsure of where to start. My advice is just jump in, find what you care about and make your part of the world better. We can only make change if we are actively involved in doing so.

No one is going to write that letter, go to that march or make that sign for you; more importantly: no one can stop you.

#christianity #religion #fascism #politics #government

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