#other times it feels like a way to like. wash away scotts behavior by having jean do it for him

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every time i talk about one of jean's less positive attributes, especially in regards to her relationship w scott, i feel a need to clarify that i say it with love bc i know there are people on here who hate her and specifically think she is awful to scott. but honestly jean's worst trait is the way she bends over backward to excuse or defend him. she's the original scott summers apologist and ykw i wish she wasn't.

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Roommates - Theo x Reader

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Summary: y/n’s landlord is increasing her rent once her lease is up. She has two options: move out or find a roommate. Theo, coincidentally, is looking for a new apartment.

Word count: 2105

Warnings: cursing, theo being a total house husband

a/n: and they were roommates

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“So then he finds out that Leia is his sister and- y/n, are you even listening?” Stiles cut himself off and looked over to where the y/h/c was nervously bouncing her leg. y/n’s head snapped up when she heard her name, nearly dropping her phone in the process.

“Uh, yeah, of course! I just um, keep going, I’m listening,” she replied unconvincingly. Her odd behavior caught the attention of the rest of the pack - not that they were really paying much attention to Stiles’s retelling of Star Wars: Return of the Jedi - causing the previous conversation to be forgotten.

“Okay, spill. There’s a handful of mostly human polygraphs in here and you’re a terrible liar. What’s up?” Malia grilled, looking at y/n expectantly. 

“It’s really nothing, everything’s fine,” y/n squeaked out, her ability to lie getting worse and worse with each word. After receiving another pointed look from Malia, she finally cracked. “Ugh, fine. I just got an email from my landlord that he’s bumping up the rent when my lease is up and I can’t afford to stay there by myself anymore,” y/n ranted. The group, minus y/n, glanced around at each other with frowns. Each and every one of them would drop everything to help y/n, but it just so happened that they were all already stuck in leases or didn’t have any extra rooms at their homes. After a few moments of silence, Theo piped up.

“I could be your roommate and split the rent if you want,” he offered nonchalantly. Stiles looked between Theo and y/n as if they’d both grown two heads. Before y/n could decline the offer, Theo continued. “My lease is almost up and your place is much nicer anyways. It’s a win win,” Theo pointed out casually and leaned back deeper into the cushions. 

An awkward silence hung in the air for a moment as y/n mulled it over. It wasn’t a horrible idea. Having a chimera as a roommate was basically like having a top-of-the-line security system. Plus, between being a full-time student and working part-time, y/n was hardly home so it didn’t really matter who her roommate was, just as long as they did their fair share of chores.

“Sure, why not,” y/n replied warmly.

It had been about a month since Theo moved in. Aside from sleeping, y/n had spent very little time at their now shared apartment. If she wasn’t at school or working, she was spending time with the pack, which felt like a full time job in and of itself. Too bad they weren’t getting paid to keep the whole damn city safe. For what felt like the first time in months, y/n finally had an entire weekend off. No looming deadlines from her classes. No long and grueling shifts for work. No supernatural threats. 

When she got home that Friday night she dropped her purse by the door, toed her shoes off halfway through the room, and unceremoniously flopped down onto the couch, sighing loudly as she did so. 

“Well hello to you too,” Theo called as he entered the room stealthily. y/n jumped, startled by his presence.

“Jesus, I didn’t even know you were home. What are you, a ninja?” y/n asked, chest heaving slightly.

“Something like that,” Theo smirked, earning an unimpressed eye-roll from y/n. Theo moved to sit down on the couch next to her, making sure to leave a respectful distance between their bodies, and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. “So, you’ve been busy,” Theo began, striking up a light conversation. y/n snorted and leaned her head back into the cushions.

“You’ve got that right,” y/n groaned, running a hand through her tousled hair. The last thing y/n expected when Theo moved in was for him to be willing to hear her vent about school and work, but he actually seemed to enjoy the conversation and company. She told him about her lazy group project members and the sleazy old men who came to the diner she waitressed at. She told him how poetic justice had been served when one particularly disgruntled customer slipped and fell on the drink that he’d intentionally spilled when a waitress wouldn’t give him her number. Theo actually laughed in response to that story, his gleeful chuckle brought a warm smile to y/n’s face. 

“I didn’t mean to unload on you, thanks for listening though,” y/n finished shyly. Theo brushed off her comment.

“That was entertaining, thank you,” Theo replied with his signature grin. y/n felt heat rise to her cheeks but turned away before Theo could notice.

“Anyways… as much as I’d love to not move from this couch for the next 48 hours, I should probably clean up a bit. I’ve been a pretty shitty roommate,” y/n grimaced as she forced herself off of the couch. Theo gave her a puzzled look and patted the spot next to him on the couch, rolling his eyes when she seemed unwilling to sit back down.

“You’ve hardly been here since I moved in. I don’t think you’ve eaten a meal here, much less made a mess. Except for maybe your shoes in the middle of the floor,” he pointed out, gesturing towards her anti-slip waitressing sneakers. y/n’s face continued to burn as she moved to kick the shoes towards the shoe rack by the door. Naturally, she turned to sarcasm as a defense mechanism.

“What shoes? I don’t see any shoes,” y/n quipped slyly, waltzing back across the room to once again sink into the couch. Theo chuckled wordlessly at her antics and tore his eyes away from her to look at the TV.

“Friends or The Office?”

As luck would have it, y/n’s free weekend was short lived and the following Monday she was back to her never ending stream of school work and back-to-back work shifts. Fortunately, she was able to run home during her lunch break and wisely chose to use the time for a well-deserved nap. As she pulled out her keys to open the apartment door, she heard mechanical humming coming from inside. Truth be told, she had yet to figure out what kind of roommate Theo was, much less come close to understanding the walking enigma, so she had no idea what she was about to walk into. Was he building something? Did he figure out a way to bring the dread doctors back? Was he doing something unspeakable with a lady friend that would surely scar y/n for years to come?

As y/n mentally prepared herself for the horror movie that she was expecting to walk into, she inserted her keys in the lock. I need a fucking nap, whatever weird shit going on behind this door be damned. She pushed the door open with tense shoulders and hesitantly peered into the apartment. There stood Theo. Not holding any tools, not actively in cahoots with the nightmarish scientists that occupied part of their high school days, and (thank God) fully clothed...

But vacuuming.

Her murderous, half-human, former dirt bag roommate was vacuuming. Like a bona fide house husband. 

Theo heard the door softly close shut behind y/n and he turned to face her, unplugging the vacuum machine in the process.

“What’s with all of this?” y/n asked hesitantly, gesturing vaguely to the vacuum cleaner and the various cleaning supplies set out on the coffee table. Theo glanced at the area around him, proud of his work.

“I had some time to kill so I figured I’d clean up a bit. I’m pretty much done now so I shouldn’t bother you if you’re studying or…” he trailed off, giving y/n an opportunity to fill in the blank.

“Ha, I probably should, but no. I will be dead asleep for the next thirty minutes and then I have to head to the diner for a double shift,” she groaned and shrugged off her jacket as she made her way towards her room. Considering the fact that it was only noon on a Monday, y/n seemed far too tired. Theo frowned for a moment and genuinely considered going to have nice civilized chats with her manager and professors. That’s probably a bad idea though. Unless...

For some reason unbeknownst to y/n, her professors had begun to show some mercy in the number of papers and projects they assigned. Her manager at the diner even offered to decrease the hours she worked each week if she was feeling overwhelmed. Theo wore a knowing grin when a joyful y/n came home one day and explained this all to him. If y/n caught his mischievous smirk, she certainly didn’t call him out on it. With all of her newfound free time, y/n decided that she wanted to host a pack movie night at their apartment.

“Alright, the pizza is on the way and Scott is bringing snacks. We should probably get the movie set up before Stiles gets here and somehow convinces us all to watch Star Wars again,” y/n rattled off while she paced the apartment to make sure everything was in order. “I washed a bunch of blankets earlier, could you take them out of the dryer and put them on the couch?” y/n requested as she anxiously walked to the kitchen and began pulling out plates and cups. Theo nodded gently as he popped into the kitchen to check things out.

“Don’t stress too much. As long as there’s people and pizza, everyone will be happy,” Theo said, attempting to ease her anxiety. y/n smiled lightly at his words and took a deep breath. Lately he seemed to have some magical ability to calm her down. Theo left the kitchen to take care of the blankets while y/n put together a makeshift snack bar, complete with plates, bowls for snacks, and beer. The pizza and most of the pack arrived just as y/n and Theo were finishing up with their respective jobs. The pizza delivery boy seemed a little scared by the tall, muscled men and tiny but mighty women surrounding him so she gave him a decent tip and rolled her eyes at her friends’ naturally intimidating nature. After y/n ushered them all inside and set the pizza down on the kitchen counter, she joined the rest of the pack in the living room. To her surprise, the blankets had been neatly set out around the room and folded with expert precision. She sent Theo an impressed smile and winked when she thought no one was looking.

Stiles was the last to arrive and much to his disappointment Ghostbusters had already been set up on the TV. It didn’t take long for everyone to grab food and get situated around the living room, so by the time y/n was done buzzing around the apartment like a madwoman to get everything situated there was only one spot left on the couch. y/n knew that her friends - aside from Stiles - weren’t actively trying to hurt Theo’s feelings, but seeing him tucked into the corner of the couch distanced away from everyone pained her more than she’d admit.

So, she did what any good friend would do. Not only did she gladly take the spot on the couch next to him, but she also casually tossed her legs over his and covered the two of them with a blanket. The action definitely earned her a few raised eyebrows, including from Theo, but no one dared to call them out. y/n was able to easily ignore the sideways glances they earned throughout the course of the movie, mostly because she had fallen asleep about 15 minutes in. By the end of the movie her head had fallen to lazily rest on Theo's shoulder and he had subconsciously pulled her in closer to his side.

After the movie finished and they spent some time catching up, the rest of the pack began to trickle out of y/n and Theo’s apartment. Lydia was the last to leave so she offered to lock the door behind her so that Theo wouldn’t have to move and wake y/n. Lydia tossed out a few stray cups on her way out the door, and because she was never one to tell secrets, she definitely didn’t send the girls a picture of Theo and y/n now both passed out and cuddling on the couch.

a/n: this seemed like a great idea in the shower and now i’m not sure i even like it but i hope you enjoyed :)

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First Full Moon

(Isaac Lahey x Reader)

Request: Could u maybe do an Isaac Lahey imagine with some angst but a happy ending

Word count: 2,425

Warnings: angst, fluff

Notes: okay Stiles is obviously my fav but I have such a soft spot for Isaac 🥺 so thanks to whoever sent this one in!!

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“What’s going on with you?”

Isaac continued ignoring you as he stared straight ahead, shoving books inside his locker forcefully. His jaw clenched as your eyes flickered over his face, wondering if you’d done something wrong. He’d barely even acknowledged your existence for the last three days. It was so sudden, it left you reeling and confused. 

“Is it your dad? I’m trying to give you space, but...” You had to learn about his fathers passing from the local obituary. The fact that he hadn’t told you himself hurt, but you knew grief could make people act in strange ways. 

He suddenly slammed his locker shut, and you jumped at the loud noise beside your ear. “Will you just stop, Y/N? Clearly, I don’t want to talk to you.”

Your shoulders stiffened as he barked the harsh words before brushing past you like you weren’t his best friend just last week. Tears prickled behind your eyes as you turned to watch him catch up with Scott, who was waiting for him at the end of the hall.

Your heart fell into your stomach as a heavy realization washed over you. You were losing him, and you didn’t even know why. 

“It’s okay to tell her, you know.” Scott glanced at the place you stood before he rounded the corner. 

Isaac listened to the sound of your quick heartbeat for as long as he could, but within seconds you were out of range, even for his newly heightened senses. He wouldn’t be surprised if you hated him after what he just said. He sure as hell already hated himself. 

“I can’t.” He muttered, shaking his head with a frown.

He’d barely been a werewolf for twenty four hours when his dad was killed. He knew the supernatural world was a dangerous one—Derek had told him as much—but he could admit now that he didn’t fully understand what he was getting himself into when he accepted the bite. 

But how could he say no?

He wanted to be...more. He wanted everything that came with being a werewolf. The strength, the speed, but most importantly, he didn’t want to be scared anymore. He wanted to be able to protect himself and the people he loved. He wanted to be able to protect you.

If anything ever happened to you, he would lose his fucking mind. 

You’d been his rock almost his entire life. When he and his dad had particularly bad fights, he’d sneak out to stay at your house. You’d usually bandage him up and try to convince him into running away for good, but he never listened. You were there for him even when he was stupid. You supported him endlessly, going to every single one of his lacrosse games even when you had other things going on. 

You were more than a bestfriend. More than family. You were everything. 

It’s why he had to push you away. If you ended up hurt because of his rash decision to become a werewolf, he would never forgive himself. It broke his heart, seeing the way your face crumbled when he snapped at you, but it was for your own good.

He had to go through with this, no matter how much it hurt.

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You raised a tightly clenched fist and banged on the door in front of you rapidly. After a brief moment of silence, you pressed your ear against the painted wood. Your lips pulled into a frown as you heard muffled voices and shuffling from inside. 

“I know you’re home, McCall!” You shouted, irritated that he was trying to avoid you. 

A few seconds later the door was shoved open and, to your surprise, Stiles leaned against it with a sheepish smile. “Hey there, Y/N. How’s it goin’? What are you up to on this fine—and you’re just gonna walk right past me. Okay.” 

You stomped your way inside the house and looked around quickly. Scott suddenly came barreling toward the entryway, but skidded to a halt with wide eyes as he saw you. He took a moment to glare at Stiles, who just shrugged, before giving you a tight lipped smile. 

“Where is he?” You huffed, eyes still flickering around the space. 

It’d been two days since your conversation with Isaac at school, and you’d barely even seen him, let alone had a chance to talk to him. He was even going so far as to ignore you in the hallways now, passing you by as if you were a stranger. At this point, you were beyond over his childish behavior. You wanted answers. 

“Who?” Scott tried playing dumb and you glowered at him before stalking into his living room. 

He instantly followed you, his footsteps on the hardwood floors echoing through the quiet house. When you accepted that he wasn’t in there either, you spun around to face Scott and Stiles again. “I know Isaac is here.”

“He’s not.” Stiles quickly insisted. “You wanna search the whole house? Go ahead. You can even check the base...ment.”

He stuttered over the word, visibly cringing. Scott sighed from beside him and pinched his eyes shut tightly. You didn’t waste any time in shoving past them to get to the basement door. You ignored them as they called your name, throwing it open so you could run down the stairs.

You nearly tripped over your own feet as you caught sight of him, managing to catch yourself on the railing at the last second. You took a moment to stare at him, eyes wide and mouth agape with shock. You didn’t know what you’d find down here, but you weren’t expecting this.

Isaac sat in the middle of the room, his arms tied tightly behind the support beam he was leaning against. There was a thick length of metal chains wrapped around his chest and hips, holding him in place. His head was bowed against his chest, which was heaving as if he couldn’t catch his breath. The metal binds clanked loudly with each jerk of his tense muscles.

You snapped out of your shocked stupor and rushed to his side, wide eyes flickering over his tense frame. “Isaac, what the hell is this?”

Your hands hovered over him, not sure what to do. Your mind started racing as you tried coming up with justifiable reasons he was chained up in Scott’s basement.

“You can’t be here.” His voice was deeper and more rough than you’d ever heard it as he continued avoiding your wandering eyes.

You scoffed in exasperation, dropping your hands into your lap. You hadn’t spoken to him in nearly a week and that’s all he has to say?

“What did they do to you? Are you all part of a cult or something? Because I really want to help you, but that’s kind of a lot.”

The words came out in a rush as you started panicking. You didn’t know Scott or Stiles well. They could easily be crazy, something that seemed exceedingly likely based on the sight in front of you. You didn’t have a way to get him or yourself out of here in one piece, and that was terrifying.

“Y/N.” Isaac snapped harshly, clenching his jaw painfully tight to keep himself in check. “You need to leave.”

“Are you kidding me right now? You’re literally chained up and—will you at least fucking look at me?” Your voice grew louder with your rising frustration.

How could he expect you to leave him when he was like this? When you still had no idea what was going on?

His head suddenly snapped upward, and you gasped at the sight of him. His usually crystal blue eyes were glowing a bright yellow color, and his teeth were sharp as they protruded past his lips.

You scrambled back several feet, your heart lurching your chest. He watched every one of your movements with surgical focus, his jaw clenching at the way your heart skipped a beat once you settled into place. 

You blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of what you were seeing. It was your Isaac in front of you, but he wasn’t fully himself. He looked like a...monster.

Isaac let out a pained groan as he tried desperately not to shift. It was his first full moon since being bitten and, despite Scott’s warnings, he wasn’t the least bit prepared. He was overcome with rage, the only thing on his mind killing anything and everything that came even close to him.

At least, until you showed up.

As he observed your clearly terrified state, he was fighting against the primal urge begging him to hurt you. For the first time since the full moon rose, he felt like he had a tiny sliver of breathing room. But it wasn’t enough. He knew if he got free, it wouldn’t be pretty.

“Wha—I...I don’t understand.” You stammered, still frozen in place on the floor in front of him.

“Just go! You’re making it worse!” He forced his eyes shut as he momentarily lost control, an intense surge of rage passing through him. He snarled and lunged forward, fighting against the overwhelming urge to kill you. 

You fought to catch your breath as he struggled against his restraints for a few more long moments. All you could do was watch, and it broke your heart. You were beyond confused, and scared, but you were also worried. He was clearly not okay right now, and you had no idea how to help.

“Isaac...” Your voice was a breathy whisper as your eyes filled with tears.

Seeing him like this was freaking you the fuck out. Isaac was always so quiet and gentle. He’d never been this aggressive around you before. He was nothing like the beast you were looking at now. Your thoughts were racing with endless questions and possibilities, and you were feeling utterly overwhelmed by it all. 

Just then, the clouds shifted outside the window beside you, sending a ray of moonlight into the room. It swept across Isaac’s face, momentarily illuminating his newly golden eyes. He only lasted a split second under the concentrated effects of the full moon.

You watched in stunned horror as his ears elongated into points and hair sprouted along the sides of his face. He doubled over as best he could in his restraints and groaned lowly. He was quickly losing control. He thrashed against the binds, growling in frustration. 

After a few seconds, one of the chains shattered into pieces. 

Neither of you moved a muscle. Your breath hitched as you watched his every move with wide eyes. His head tilted as he brought one of his arms out in front of him and turned it over, as if making sure it was actually free. 

Within a split second he broke through the rest of the chains and had your back pressed firmly against one of the brick walls. All the air rushed from your lungs as you slammed against the hard surface, his clawed hands on your shoulders to hold you in place. 

Your entire body began trembling as fear shot up your spine. You knew Isaac would never hurt you, but you weren’t even sure if there was any of him left inside the monster that stood only inches away. His golden eyes flickered over your face with a predatory gleam and you stiffened, pressing your head into the wall to get as much distance between you as possible. 

He snarled and growled, but made no moves to kill you. He wanted to. Desperately. But there was a tiny voice in the back of his head, begging him to hold back. You could see the indecision raging behind his eyes. You knew that he if was going to hurt you, he would’ve done it already. 

It’s what made you raise an arm slowly, despite the fear coursing through you. 

A shaky hand came up between you, your heart racing as you tentatively brushed the curls away from his sweaty forehead. He may be part monster right now, but he was still your Isaac. He stared at you with wide eyes, and you could’ve sworn you saw them flicker back to blue for the briefest of moments. 

One of his hands left you to clutch your wrist in an iron grip before wrenching it away from his face. Your breath caught in your throat and you winced, closing your eyes tightly as you waited for him to attack. 

After several tense beats of silence, his hold on you slowly loosened. You peeled one eye open to see what he was doing, but instantly sprang forward as he sagged to the floor in front of you.

“I’m so sorry.” He rushed the words out, breathing heavily as his legs gave out beneath him. You wrapped your arms around him and let out a sigh of relief as you noticed that he looked like himself again. “Oh my God, Y/N. I’m so, so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to...”

You sat beside him on the concrete floor, relieved beyond words. You still had no idea what the hell was going on, but at least Isaac was back. His blue eyes were clouded by intense regret as they flickered over you quickly. He grabbed your arm and rubbed his fingers soothingly over the place where bruises were already forming. 

His gaze swept back up to yours, his eyes brimming with tears. “Why didn’t you leave?”

He could’ve seriously injured you, or worse, and the thought made his stomach churn painfully. He’d only been able to reel himself back in at the last moment when he saw the way you recoiled from him in fear. It reminded him of all the times he’d done the same to his father. The last thing he ever wanted was to be anything like him, especially to you.

“Because I—” You swallowed, feeling your heart skip a beat in your chest. “I love you. And you don’t abandon the people you love.”

The edge of his lips twitched upward at your words. Truthfully, he’d loved you since the day he met you. At first, it was because you were his best—and only—friend, but it hadn’t taken long to evolve into something much more. Those three words didn’t even come close to describing how he felt about you. No words could.

“I love you too, Y/N.” 

It was easiest sentence he’d ever spoken, and he planned to spend the rest of your lives proving it to you.

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Season 2; Episode 4: Abomination

Hello all! On Wattpad I have finished editing season 2 and I will be starting season 3a soon which is really exciting! I will also be starting a The 100 fanfiction which I may possibly post on here too, let me know if that’s something you guys would want to read! As always constructive criticism is appreciated! I hope you all enjoy the chapter! (Also this chapter has one of my favorite Stiles x Reader moments)

Season 2; Episode 4: Abomination

Pairings: Scott McCall x Twin Sister, Lydia Martin x Best Friend

Warnings: Mention of death

Word Count: 3,398

Season 2 Masterlist

“Thanks for coming with me (Y/N/N),” Stiles says as we sit across from each other in the waiting area of the mechanics.

“Yeah, no problem. I had nothing better to do.”

Stiles then looks behind me through the window where the mechanic is working, he quickly stands up and walks through the door trying to get the man’s attention, “Hey, hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing? All I needed was a starter.”

The mechanic’s voice is muffled by the closed door but I can see him answer Stiles, they have a brief conversation then Stiles turns to walk back to the waiting area.

As the door swings shut behind him, Stiles starts wiping his hand on his pants. He then goes to pull out his phone and opens his mouth to address me. Before he gets the chance he looks down at his hand and says, “What the-?” and he switches his phone to his other hand.

“What;s wrong?” I ask, watching him in concern.

“My hand...” He trails off as his phone slips through his fingers, falling to the floor.

I stand up in alarm, and open my mouth to ask once more what’s wrong, but Stiles’ attention is locked on something in the other room and he starts screaming, “Hey! Hey!”

I turn my head to look and I can see some type of creature lurking in the shadows. Just as I find the creature the mechanic looks up finally hearing Stiles screams.

Before he can react the creature claws at the man cutting the back of his neck. The man falls to the floor, lying helplessly underneath Stiles’ jeep. As I watch this happen Stiles falls to his knees, almost simultaneously.

“Stiles!” I rush to his side and roll him onto his back. I look out the window and stand making my way towards the door to help the man.

“Don’t!” Stiles screams at me, voice laced with concern.

“What? I need to help him! That thing is out there!”

“We don’t know what it is, it could kill you.”

I look back and forth but my mind is already made up, I suck in a breath then open the door.

“(Y/N)!”

I rush out trying to find where the creature went, but can’t find it anywhere. The stand that the jeep is on has started moving towards the mechanic, I can just make out his voice, “Help, help me.”

Not seeing the creature, I move towards the man and try to pull him away from what will possibly by his death. I don’t move him very far though because a tail wraps around my neck pulling me roughly away.

I start gasping for breath, my hands move to try and loosen the grip. My vision starts going black but before I can pass out the creature lets me go. I fall to the floor gasping in air as one hand rubs my neck. I look over to see the creature moving away and when I look towards the mechanic I see that the jeep has already crushed him.

Once I finally catch my breath I make my way back over to Stiles. He has managed to call 9-1-1 and the operator’s voice can be heard, “Hello what’s your emergency?”

I reach down and pick up his phone, “Hi, my friend and I are at Sal’s Auto Mechanic’s. The mechanic is dead.”

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Stiles and I stand in front of his dad, as Stiles talks he flexes his hand, “We already told you dad. We walked in and the jeep was on top of the guy. That’s all.”

“What’s wrong with your hand?” Mr. Stilinski questions, noticing the odd behavior.

“Nothing. Can we get out here now?”

“If there’s something you don’t feel like you can tell me...” the sheriff starts saying, looking between his son and me.

“You think I’m lying?” Stiles asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course not. I just worry about you. And if maybe you saw something do this, if you’re afraid they might not come back to make sure you don’t say anything about it...”

Stiles looks away, “Neither of us saw anything. At all. Can we go, please?”

“Yeah. But not in your jeep. We’re going to have to impound it. Sorry, kiddo. Evidence.” Mr. Stilinski starts walking away.

Stiles screams after his dad, “Well, make sure they wash it!”

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As we wait for Scott to come pick us up with our moms car Stiles turns to me, “That was stupid of you.”

I scoff, “I needed to try to save him Stiles.”

“I get it. But you’re human. You could have died out there.”

“But I didn’t.” I argue.

Stiles shakes his head and scoffs in disbelief, “That’s not the point, (Y/N)! You could have. But instead of pausing to think, you ran out and put yourself in danger.”

I open my mouth but I’m unable to form words as I gaze at Stiles. There’s a look in his eyes that I can’t quite place, so instead of trying to defend my actions more I instead close my mouth and shake my head.

Finally I find words, “I’m sorry okay? I just -  If I could do something I needed to try.” I pause wetting my lips, “Maybe it was stupid of me but I - I couldn’t just sit there and do nothing.”

My eyes start to glisten but I hold back the tears refusing to cry. When Stiles notices the tears trapped in my eyes, his face softens, “(Y/N/N),” he puts his arm around me. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

I bit my lip and whisper, “I know.” I then look back up to him and realize just how close we are sitting. Before either of us can react, the sound of Scott pulling up sends us springing apart. Stiles gets in the passenger seat and I get in the back, sliding to the middle so I can easily talk to the boys. Scott knits his eyebrows together looking between Stiles and I.

Finally he breaks the silence, “Are you guys okay?”

“Yeah,” I whisper as Stiles nods.

“You were right. It’s not like you. It’s eyes were almost... reptilian. But there was something about them.”

“What do you mean?” Scott asks his best friend.

“You know how when you see a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can actually see is their eyes? You feel like you know them but you can’t figure out who it is.”

“Are you saying you know who it is?”

“No. But I think it knew me.”

This is when I decided to speak, “I think it knew me too. I didn’t really get a look at it but,” I hesitate, running my hand gently across my neck, “It had the chance to kill me but I didn’t. This thing, it has an agenda. I don’t think it wants to kill just anyone.”

“Are you sure you’re okay, (Y/N)?” Stiles asks, as Scott looks in the rearview mirror at me, his eyes filled with concern.

“Yeah, I guess I’m just a little in shock.”

*_*_*_*_*_*

The next day at school I stand by Scott and Stiles as Stiles talks to my brother, “Sorry about the other day. I’m trying. We’ll get through this. I know because I love you. I love you more than - oh my God. You and Allison seriously have to find a better way to communicate or at least use (Y/N) and not me.”

“Um no thanks, pretty sure it would be more awkward for me to say that to my twin than for his best friend to say it.”

Scott nods in agreement, “Did she say she’s coming to the game tonight?”

“Yes. Message complete. Now tell us about your boss.” Stiles replies.

“He thinks Allison’s family has some kind of record of all the things they’ve hunted. Like a book.”

“A bestiary.” Stiles and I say in unison.

“A what?” Scott asks, looking between the two of us.

“A bestiary.” Stiles says once more.

“I think you mean bestiality.”

Stiles and I share a look then he speaks once more, “No. Pretty sure I don’t. It’s like an encyclopedia for mythical creatures.”

“Why am I the only one who doesn’t seem to know any of this stuff?”

“Because you’re too busy spending your time thinking about Allison.” I smirk.

Stiles mouth twitches into a smile as Scott glares at me.”

“If it can tells us what that thing-”

“And who.” Stiles interrupts.

Scott nods, “We need that book.”

*_*_*_*_*_*

I stood leaning against the lockers as I talked to Allison about what Scott said earlier. “I think you mean-”

I cut Allison off before she can finish the sentence, “I mean bestiary. Honestly, it’s like you two share a brain.” I shake my head.

“Can you describe this thing?”

“It’s probably a book. Old, worn-”

Now Allison cuts me off, “Like bound in leather?”

I nod excitedly and stand up straighter, “Have you seen it?”

“I think so...”

I quickly text Stiles so he can tell Scott. As we wait for his message Allison and I walk down the hall. About a minute later I get a message. “Where does he keep it?”

Allison pauses, thinking, “His office.”

Once again I message Stiles and wait for his response. I don’t even have to wait a minute before I get a response, “Can you get it?”

“Not without his keys.”

*_*_*_*_*_*

I sit in the stands right behind the team bench where Stiles sits. Lydia wasn’t at the game tonight and for obvious reasons I wasn’t sitting with Allison. My mom was here but I told her I wanted to sit behind Stiles to keep him company in case he didn’t play tonight. Stiles and I both cringe as one of our classmates gets tossed in the air like a rag doll by an opposing team member.

“Come on! Is that thing even a teenager? I want to see a birth certificate!” Coach yells from the sidelines. He makes his way over to Stiles, “Who or what is that genetic experiment gone wrong?”

“Eddie Obomowitz. They call him The Abomination.”

After speaking with Coach, Stiles and I discreetly move away from the bleachers and head towards the school, making sure to pass by Allison.

Allison nods to whatever her grandfather was saying as she eases her hand down and drops the keys into Stiles’ open hand.

Stiles and I rush through the parking lot as we hear cheers from the field. Stiles turns back to look as I continue forward not realizing that he isn’t with me. Only when I make it to the school do I realize, “You’ve got to be kidding me... Really Stiles? Where the hell could you have gone?” I mumbled to myself as I wrapped my back jacket closer to me and stepped inside the warm building to wait for him.

Waiting for almost two whole minutes, Stiles finally runs up to the school, “Where the hell did you disappear too? We were in an empty parking lot!”

“Not empty, Lydia was in her car. Crying.”

I stop, taken aback, “What? Is she okay? She told me she wasn’t coming tonight.”

Stiles shrugs his shoulders, “I didn’t really get the chance to ask, I needed to bring you these,” he holds up the keys, “And help you find the stupid book.”

I sigh as we make it to the office door and he puts the key in, “Just let me find it, it can’t be that hard. Go back and talk to Lydia.”

“It will be faster to find with the both of us here.”

I shake my head as we continue looking. “Hey guys,” my head shoots up at the sound of another voice.

“Really? Now?” I look at Erica in disbelief, stopping my search for the bestiary.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Erica shoves Stiles and I forward into the darkened pool area where Derek casually bounces a basketball. “Stiles, (Y/N). What did you guys see at the mechanic’s garage?”

“Seriously? This is what you wanted to ask? Haven’t you ever heard of a phone?” I ask.

Derek just looks at me waiting for an answer. So Stiles speaks up, “Several alarming EPA violations that I’m seriously considering reporting.”

Derek then punctures the basketball with a claw, deflating it. He lets the ball fall to the floor at our feet. “Let’s try this again.”

I shake my head, “Well I for one didn’t really see much. But it had a tail and it was scaly and rough.”

“You felt it?” Derek asks in surprise.

“More like it wrapped its tail around my neck, almost killing me. So yeah, I guess you can say I felt it.” I snapped.

Derek then turns his attention to Stiles, waiting for him to describe the creature.

Stiles sighs, “The thing was pretty slick looking. Skin was dark, kind if patterned. Is that enough? Because we have somewhere we need to be.”

When the two werewolves don’t answer Stiles continues, “Fine, Eyes. It’s eyes are yellowish. Slitted. It has a lot of teeth. Are we good now?”

Derek and Erica start to watch something behind us, I narrow my eyes at them gauging their reactions as Stiles continues once more, “What? Have you seen it? You’ve got this look like you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Finally Stiles and I turn around. In front of us is the same creature we saw in the mechanics. Just as we turn around and lock our eyes on the thing, it leaps off the wall.

Erica jumps in front of Derek to try and protect him but the creature is faster. It shoves Erica brutally, her head connecting with the wall. She slumps to the floor unconscious. Derek quickly grabs me and Stiles to get us out of harm’s way, “Run!” He yells at us. “Get behind me.”

Stiles and I nod but we notice something. I tilt my head trying to get a better look as Stiles addresses Derek, “Derek. Your neck-”

As Derek turns, he reaches a hand up to his neck, and immediately drops to the ground, paralysis starting to take hold. “Scott, get Scott.”

Stiles makes a grab for Derek trying to drag him to the exit. I start to grab his other arm to help but remember that Erica is laying unconscious. I drop the arm I grabbed and rush to her side. I can just hear Stiles ask, “Where is it? Do you see it?”

“No. Hurry.” Derek replies.

I now have Erica in my arms, I shakily stand up to my full height, “You are heavier then you look Erica.” I mumble, “And I really wish I wasn’t in heels.”

As I try to quickly make it to the boys I notice the creature lurking behind them, “Behind you!” I scream, this causes Stiles to lose his grip on both his phone, that I didn’t realize was in his hand, and Derek. Not being able to keep his hold, Derek falls backward straight into the pool. Without thinking Stiles jumps in after him.

“Where’d it go? Do you see it?” Stiles asks, panicked.

“No,” Derek answers, his eyes scanning the room.

Not being able to hold Erica anymore, I gently lower her to the ground, slowly making my way over to the two guys to help them out of the pool.

“Come on, maybe it took off.” I say, reaching down to grab a hold of the paralyzed Derek.

Before either of them can answer, a piercing shriek makes me block my ears and look around to try and find the creature once more.

“Get me out of here before I drown.”

“You’re worried about drowning? Did you notice the thing out there with multiple rows of razor sharp teeth?”

“Did you notice I’m paralyzed from the neck down in eight feet of water?” Derek snaps.

“Come on, I can’t see the thing.” I reach down once more to try and help.

But something behind me catches Derek’s eye,”Stop!”

I spin around so quick that I lose my balance and fall into the pool right in front of Derek and Stiles. Once my head pops above the surface Stiles asks, “Are you alright?”

I just nod and watch the creature, my eyes glancing towards where I left Erica. “What’s it waiting for?” But no one replies.

Treading water beside Stiles, who is still carrying a paralyzed Derek, we carefully watch the creature. It slowly approaches the pool’s edge but retreats back, as if it’s afraid of the water.

Noticing the same thing Stiles speaks, “You see that? I don’t think it can swim.”

*_*_*_*_*_*

The three of us continue to watch the creature for what feels like hours, until Stiles speaks once more, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

“Don’t even think about it.” Derek says to Stiles.

“Trust me for a half a second. (Y/N), do you think you could hold Derek? Or maybe grab my phone to call Scott?”

“I’ll try the phone, I don’t want to risk not being able to carry Derek.”

I quickly rush forward, pushing my upper body out of the pool and grabbing Stiles phone before sliding back into the pool. The creature just misses me. I use one hand to dial Scott, once he answers all he gets out is, “I can’t talk right now.” before hanging up. Exasperated, I send him a text telling him where we are before throwing the phone away and swimming over to help Stiles keep Derek afloat.

“God, Stiles. I don’t know how you’ve been doing this for hours.”

“Yeah, I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to stay up.” Stiles replies as our heads dip slightly below the water.

“The diving board. Try to reach-” We slowly make our way to the diving board, Stiles uses his free hand to grab but slips and we fall below the water once more.

A second later, hands grab us. Scott’s hands. We lay on the tiled floor surrounding the pool, dripping wet. Scott is now a full werewolf and he lets out a roar, challenging the creature that emerges from the darkness.

Scott gets tossed through the air, slamming into a mirror. Glass shard rain down around him. The creature inches forward, moving to kill. Scott, desperate to find a way to protect himself and us, grabs a sharp piece of the broken mirror as a weapon.

The creature pauses, it focuses on its own reflection in the mirror shard. It tilts its head, almost like its reflection confuses it. The creature then hisses and retreats back, leaping onto the wall and disappearing.

Once the creature is gone, we slowly stand up.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Outside of the school Stiles, Scott, and I gather around Scott’s laptop screen as he plugs the USB drive in Pages of pages of strange black and white images and text appears. “That’s not English.” Scott says.

“Is that even a language?” Stiles asks.

“It’s archaic Latin.” Both boys turn to look at me, surprised that I know what it is. Before I can explain, Derek calls from behind us.

“It’s called the Kanima.”

“You knew this whole time?” Stiles asks.

“No. Only when it was confused by its own reflection.”

“It doesn’t know what it is.” Scott replies.

“Or who.” Derek confirms.

“Well, care to enlighten us on anything else you know?” I raise my eyebrow at the Alpha.

“Just stories and rumors. It’s a shape-shifter but it’s not right. It’s-” he pauses trying to find the right word.

“An abomination.” Stiles answers.

Derek nods, he then glances at Erica and they both turn to leave.

They don’t make it far before Scott speaks, “We need to work together on this, Maybe we even need to tell the Argents.”

“You’d trust them?”

“No one trusts anyone. That’s the problem. And while we’re arguing about who’s on what side, something stronger, faster, and scarier than any of us is killing people and we still don’t know anything about it.”

“I know one thing. When I find it... I’m going to kill it.”

[strvngcrs]

『 adam brody. forty. cis male. he/him. 』 oh heavens, is that DANIEL ABRAMS from FAIR LANE i see roaming around mapleview? minnie may’s always calling them -BROODING & -EVASIVE. i happen to think they’re not that bad! they’re a pretty cool HORROR AUTHOR and every time i’ve seen them, they’ve always been +DEBONAIR & +ELOQUENT. i hope i see them around again! 

classically rolls in ridiculously late bc i forgot i had to work last night & then proceeded to sleep in today wooo !!  good afternoon ghouls, it’s ya girl maia, finally here to deliver the definition of hot mess with good intentions.

GENERAL

FULL NAME.    daniel elijah abrams.

NICKNAMES.    dan, danny.

AGE & BIRTHDATE.    40 years old ; may 4, 1980.

GENDER & PRONOUNS.    cis male ; he/him.

ORIENTATION.    heterosexual.

MARITAL STATUS.    estranged.

RELIGION.    jewish ( non-practicing ).

OCCUPATION.    horror author.

INSPIRATION.     bill denbrough ( it ), donnie darko ( donnie darko ), lucas scott ( one tree hill ), stephen king.

PHYSICAL

HAIR COLOUR.    black.

EYE COLOUR.    dark brown.

BUILD.    athletic.

MARKS.     freckles scarcely spread across his entire body.

TATTOOS.    none.

PIERCINGS.    none.

HEIGHT.    5'11".

FACECLAIM.    adam brody.

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC.    taurus.

ALIGNMENT.    chaotic neutral.

HOGWARTS.    ravenclaw.

LABEL.    the arcane.

POSITIVE TRAITS.    cheeky, debonair, driven, eloquent, resilient, solicitous.

NEGATIVE TRAITS.    brooding, evasive, inquisitive, sarcastic, stoic, stubborn.

HOBBIES.    smokes like a chimney while writing until he forgets what day of the week it is, dabbles in hunting & fishing (thanks @ his dad), labels all crime / thriller genres as ‘predictable’ but continues to watch them, obsesses over & relentlessly criticizes his own work, drinks heavily & passionately plays moonlight sonata or fur elise as if he’s betoven’s disciple.

BACKGROUND

PLACE OF BIRTH.    california.

CURRENT RESIDENCE.    mapleview, north carolina.

NATIONALITY.    american.

ETHNICITY.    ashkenazi jewish.

PARENTS.   judith miller & mr abrams.

SIBLINGS.    mia miller.

BIRTH ORDER.    eldest.

CHILDREN.    penelope abrams.

EDUCATION.     university of california, los angeles; bachelor of arts in english.

LANGUAGES.    english, some spanish & french.

HISTORY

EARLY LIFE.    born to THE judith miller and some newspaper editor, daniel was raised by the latter and notoriously abandoned by the former. well, not completely abandoned - there’s an old shoebox containing a few letters as proof - but that was the only source of communication in their otherwise absent relationship. while little danny boy didn’t fully understand why he couldn’t see his mother, he sought out an alternative solution by watching her movies. his father wasn’t aware, at first, and dan created this extravagant fantasy of the person he thought she was based on the roles she played. however, once papa abrams found out his son was watching these movies (which were probably not fit for children in the first place lmao oop), he begrudgingly revealed the bitter truth. being forced to come to terms with the fact that his own mother willingly abandoned him with his father, daniel didn’t fully understand what it meant; he couldn’t properly process why. the hurt of absent mother was expressed more out of anger, feeling as though there must have been something wrong with him. there were fewer and fewer letters sent to judith until he gave up altogether and thus, dan’s out of control behavior was born.

TEENAGE FEVER.    SUICIDE MENTION TW.  he struggled in school. his emotions betrayed him. instead of relishing a happy childhood, daniel found himself pushing everyone away, getting into fights, sneaking out late at night to run around the city streets with his friends and get into all sorts of trouble with them. he couldn’t count on his hands how many times the police picked him up and brought him to his dad’s doorstep. it only got worse once one of his best friends was found dead, written off as a suicide, though it didn’t add up in dan’s eyes and seemed so much more sinister. the young man was nearly deemed to be a lost cause, until he discovered his passion for writing. 

                                  language arts or literature was the last thing anyone would ever think to group with daniel abrams. but his english teacher noticed how well he could articulate his thoughts and feelings on paper, and submitted one of his pieces to a writing contest, which earned dan the win and a cash prize. bewildered by a talent he hadn’t even realized was in him, daniel embraced it. he started writing in a journal ( which he kept safely tucked away beneath the mattress of his bed ), documenting every feeling and thought as a way to express his emotions in a more productive manner. this talent earned him a full ride scholarship to ucla with a major in literature and plans of diving into some sort or creative writing career or perhaps becoming an english teacher, to follow in the footsteps of his high school teacher who he came to idolize.

                                  mere days into his freshman year, however, his high school sweetheart showed up in the middle of the night at his dorm with a positive pregnancy test. it was then the chaotic world as he knew it turned a new leaf, revealing a silver lining in the form of their daughter, penelope, who daniel hadn’t a clue, just yet, would save him. and so a shotgun wedding was quickly planned around the pair, both families either completely supportive or in utter disbelief. it was quick, it was cheap(ish), and it was stressful as all heck. but they were young, and in love, and were looking forward to starting a family together, despite it being a little earlier than initially planned.

“ADULT”HOOD.    fast forward five years, and they’re signing divorce papers. fortunately, it wasn’t messy. the two had simply grown apart as they matured in their respective ways, and remaining together was only causing a rift to develop between the two. the last thing they wanted, for the sake of their daughter, was built up resentment to tear the little family apart. his wife, who daniel initially thought to be the love of his life, blossomed into an absolute goddess; she was ambitious and knew exactly what she wanted. daniel, on the other hand, was still somewhat caught up in his ‘bad boy’ habits of drinking excessively and his career was still pretty up in the air. the two just didn’t compliment each others’ lifestyles anymore.

                                   daniel moved out but remained in california, settling for a bachelor’s apartment where he was able to have penelope every weekend. during this time, he finally cracked down and worked on finishing a novel he’d started years prior. within a year, he found a publisher who took interest in his grotesque works, and by the time daniel was twenty seven, his first bestseller hit the shelves, changing his life for the better with the ability to provide for his daughter without stress of landing another odd job ever again.

                                   as his fame increased, so did his desire to slink back into the shadows away from the limelight. at first, he enjoyed the wholesome book signings by day and grungy celebratory benders by night. but it grew old pretty fast and he certainly didn’t want to end up as another washed up shmuck. so, on a whim, daniel decided to move out of california completely, removing himself from the toxic lifestyle he’d grown accustomed to and shacking up on a beautiful piece of land in the rocky mountains of north carolina. the serenity and scenery certainly aided in his inspiration, as well as his unacknowledged lowkey addictions slowly being rehabilitated from his bloodstream.

OLD YELLER.    now, in his utmost prime at forty years old, he’s written numerous cult classics, a few of which have successful movie adaptations. he was lucky enough to land himself in a second marriage, though.... that one is now deteriorating as well because he literally doesn’t know how to maintain a healthy relationship. he received full custody of his daughter when she was sixteen, under the unfortunate circumstance of her mother’s untimely death. although they’d been separated for nearly twenty years, daniel was still very much affected by the loss, more so empathetically for penelope. he’s still hooked on the drink, though he’s definitely calmed down quite a bit from when he was a young buck. basically a messy, depressy old soul who uses sarcasm to deflect his true feelings.

CONNECTIONS

ESTRANGED WIFE.    first marriage was a bust, and the second is turning out to be no better. they haven’t hit rock bottom just yet, in his opinion (which would be finalizing a divorce lmao), and he’s unsure if they should work things out or not but also really.......doesn’t wanna go through the process of another divorce. plus he likes her and deep down adores their bickering. the reason(s) why things started falling apart between them can be discussed of course. lowkey debating on whippin this up as a big official wc but.... if anybody already here would like to snag it, i would 100% mclove it.

COLLABORATORS.    literally anyone he’s worked with over the years, whether they be fellow authors, publishers/publicists, journalists, screenplay writers, etc. yeehooo the possibilities are endless !!

FOLLOWERS.    anyone hooked on his books, whether devout fans from his early beginnings or people who newly discovered his fictional writings.

FORMER CLASSMATES.    could be from high school or university, but he was in california for the better part of his life aka not a mapleview native. former friends to foes & anything in between. dan’s that one kid who spiked the punch bowl at all the dances and years later probably snuck in party favors to snort off the bathroom sink during their high school reunion lmao whew !!

ANYTHING.    literally anything. i’m my groggy state of mind on my lack of creativity rn so please, i’m beggin. if daniel can enrich your characters’ lives in any way, shape, or form, hit me up and we’ll hatch a plan.

[thewalkingdead-imagines]

TWD - Negan Imagine ~ “Stalker”

Imagine about the the 10th episode of season 10.

Summary: While Negan gradually finds out about Beta’s plan for Alexandria and has to cope with the helplessness and fear that the Reader could be in life threatening danger, Alexandria’s residents and the Reader have to deal with the bloodbath Beta causes inside the community.

Alexandria truly couldn’t catch a break. And neither did you. Just moments after you had stepped after your house you’d been called to the gates, first suspecting that another wave of walkers was about to hit Alexandria but instead, it was only one person, one person who was enough to rush another flood of restlessness over the community. Right in these moments, she was standing in front of the gates, the whisperer who had been talking to Aaron, Mary, who was surrounded by guards who pointed their spears at her, ready to act if she only tried anything. But she was all still, maybe a bit nervous as you watched her fumbling on her torn clothes before she moved up to pull the mask off her face and tossed it to the ground. “I'm the one that knows Aaron”, she said, gulping thickly as her eyes switched briefly to the spikes that were pointed at her. “We know who you are”, Gabriel quickly said as you kept on looking at her, watching while she shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot.  “The people you sent out, they're in trouble, trapped in a cave where Alpha has placed her horde. Now, they could still be in there or they might've gotten out... I don't know.” From one moment to another, you could feel yourself an ice-cold shudder washing down your back, flooding your body with tension as you thought of Daryl and the others that could still be trapped in a dark cave, surrounded by uncountable walkers that only waited to get their hold on one of them. “You said the horde was in a field”, Gabriel’s voice cut of your train of thought, preventing for a moment that the toxic and concerned thoughts could bore themselves deeper into you while the woman sighed thickly. “It was.” “Now it's in a cave”, Gabriel nearly snarled, staring down at her as she shifted slightly, nodding as she grew even more uncomfortable. “She moved it.” “The whole thing. Right before they got there”, Gabriel said, spite and nearly some sarcasm sounding through his voice, matching the change in personality you had seen over the last time in him while Mary sighed defeated, looking as if she knew that no one in here would believe her right away. You didn’t neither, even though she seemed sincere...but Dante had seemed sincere the whole time as well.  There was a part of you that wanted to believe that she was actually ratting Alpha out, that she was saying the truth here but you were still too struck by Siddiq’s death and Dante’s betrayal to allow it completely. This could be a sick plan of Alpha after all, who knew, that woman was capable of anything. And you couldn’t miss some signs of some suspicious behavior again, no matter how small it was. You really couldn’t. “I'm just telling you what happened. I'm not sure you are. I'm trying to help”, she said, sighing once more as she stared at Gabriel, almost desperate while Rosita stepped a little closer, eying the women. “Why?” Her voice hushed and silence fell over the place for a moment, while she visibly struggled, her eyes swaying to the ground for a moment as if she needed to collect herself again before she glanced up. “The baby that they left at Hilltop, he's my nephew. And I would do anything to see him again”, she said, and if you hadn’t that bitter aftertaste of Dante’s actions striking through you, you would feel drawn to believe her.  Sure, you would expect Alpha to give her instructions to direct her reason at soft spots, at spots that would elicit empathy and trick someone more into trusting another one than some random reasons, but for some reason she seemed genuine and you didn’t know how to handle that. “Where's the baby's mother?”, Gabriel said, his voice as cold as before while the women grew even more restless and uncomfortable than she already was.  “Dead”, she finally said, her lips quivering slightly as she thickly gulped, her fingers fumbling on the torn clothes that covered her body. Gabriel stayed silent for a moment, only turning to Rosita who nodded softly before he glanced back at the woman. “If I give you a map, can you show us where the cave is?” “Yes”, she said, nodding and with a small gesture of Gabriel, the guards lowered their spears from her body and allowed her to step closer. She was a little reluctant, her eyes starting at you before her glance swayed over the others until she finally stopped at Gabriel and Rosita as she stood before them, waiting for what to come next. And so did you, watching the scene, your head still pumped up with thoughts of if Daryl and the others were fine that mixed up with the thought that if Negan was actually in the whisperer camp, she might know him. But before you could grasp a clear thought, you suddenly saw Rosita lunging towards the woman, her fist meeting her face’s side and knocking her right to the concrete ground. “You're a liar”, Rosita growled, her eyes glaring down at the woman who was wincing, only barely conscious as Rosita gestured towards the guards,”The cell!”

Couple hours had passed since he was back at the camp again and while he had hoped that spending some time alone a little bit off from the skin freaks would help him forget what had happened on the clearing, it honestly hadn’t done anything but give his thoughts space to torture the shit out of him. He’d told himself constantly that (Y/N) would understand that he hadn’t been able to find a way around it, that scaling her “reward” down to a kiss had been all he had been able to do without risking that she suspected something of his real intentions or worse, would directly end his ass because she couldn’t take rejection from a follower. She would understand, he hoped, she knew how goddamn much he loved her and she would know that he would never do shit like that if there had been another way, if there hadn’t been the threat of being exposed or killed.  Still, he was scared shitless to lose her and that feeling only started to nestle itself deeper into him the more time he spend alone. So he was wandering around the camp now, trying to distract himself, trying to tell him that it had at least made her trust him more and got him a step closer to destroying her and the rest of those skin freaks. He couldn’t really do much around the camp except for walking around, collecting some firewood or digging some holes that would be used to cook the meat. Some others were responsible for making new skin suits and he was kinda glad about that, though that didn’t keep him from realizing more and more how goddamn boring the life of a whisperer was most of the time, apart from the whole disgusting and culty vibe they were giving off. He couldn’t really talk to anyone, all they did was either giving him no reaction at all, grunting back or, if he was very lucky replying with a sparse sentence. Hell, even during the day hours of his time in the prison he’d been able to talk more than now and that meant something.  And fuck, that bothered him. He liked talking, much more than most people probably and he missed the hell out of having real conversations, he missed getting a reaction to whatever goofy shit was slipping out of his lips, he missed being among people who were actually acting like humans and not some weird stage between walker and living person. And neither Alpha nor Beta were at the camp right now to entertain him with their weird-ass relationship.  Groaning slightly he bend a little down to grab a couple of branches that seemed fitting as firewood, just the right size and dry enough to do the job while he let his eyes sway around the camp, that was becoming less and less filled than usual. It wasn’t a rare thing that the number of skin freaks varied around here, often, some wandered off to check on borders or tried to get more walkers for their herd or some new skin suits, but today was different, even more because some of them seemed more restless than usual and he had to find out what was exactly going on around here, why there were much less skin freaks walking around, why the hell the rest was so troubled and why Alpha and Beta both weren’t back yet. He had to find out what the hell was going on here, one way or another.

You felt like you could cut the tension air with a knife when you found yourself in the conference room, not more than two hours after they had brought Mary into Negan’s old cell. She wasn’t there anymore though, she was standing before the large table, two guards behind her that had their spears ready in case she tried anything, while she was glancing over the map trying to explain where the cave was. “So, 14 miles inland here?”, Gabriel mumbled, bowing his upper half over the table, moving his finger over the map before glimpsing up at her.  “Yes”, she nodded while he gripped the edges of the thick wood, standing a little straighter  “Any other way in or out?”, you could hear Scott ask from his spot beside Gabriel,  before Mary shifted a little from foot to foot. “There are others in the area. I'm not sure where. And they'll be guarded”, she said, gulping thickly while you were still unsure what to exactly think of her. Gabriel and Rosita had found out that her sister and the baby’s mother wasn’t only dead, she’d killed her for Alpha and hearing that her leader had lied about killing Lydia, a sacrifice similarly big, had crushed her in the end.  She really did seem genuine and you wanted to believe that her information was true, but you had your problems crossing Dante out of your head, regardless out how much you hated it. “Did Earl send those new weapon sets?”, Gabriel finally said, glancing over at Laura who nodded quickly. “Yeah. Enough for all of us.” “Good. We're gonna need them”, Gabriel mumbled while Rosita shifted uncomfortably beside you, staring out of the window and even more tense than before as she let out a thick sigh. “What about the border?”, she said, for the first time glancing over at Mary,“It's gonna be guarded all the way down to-” “It's clear. It's too long for Alpha to defend. Most of the patrols will be near the cave”, the shorter woman quickly said, fumbling on her torn clothes and even though that didn’t really seem to calm Rosita, what she said made sense. The border was long as hell and if the whole thing about the cave was really true, they were definitely setting priority onto that. “Take her back to her cell”, Gabriel finally said, leaving the guards to lead Mary out of the room and just as they had closed the heavy door behind themselves Gabriel pushed himself away from the table and walked around the table. “So, two rescue parties. Rosita and I will take the first”, he said, stemming his hands against his hips before he glanced into the round. “We don't know if any of this is real”, Rosita scoffed, moving from her spot by the window finally towards the table, a thick frown pressing into her face while Scott let out a defeated sigh. “Don't we? You said you were sure she wasn't lying”, he said, glancing towards Gabriel while he leaned back over the table, as if that position would make him more powerful. “I am, and she isn't”, he said, putting an urge into his voice before he let out a thick chuckle and that odd look you had seen a couple times these last days began to spread over his face again “You all are hesitating because you're afraid of them, right? You shouldn't be. That's why I brought her in here. So you could see”, he said, almost as if he as some prophet who was trying to show his followers the right way, his eyes nearly looking as if he was possessed by his ideas. “See what?”, Laura asked, similarly irritated as you were while that only seemed to facilitate Gabriel in his intensity. “That they're cowards. We broke her. Completely. And if we can break her, we can break others. If you come across one of them, keep them alive, start pulling teeth and taking fingers. Get information, because we now know the more pain and fear you pour over them, the sooner they drop the act, which is what it is!” Now what the fuck was that? He stared at you all, eyes wide, and his hand gripping into the table’s edges as if he intended to break it while you just looked back at him, with furrowed brows and not sure what to answer to this bullshit. “Do you have anything to say?”, Gabriel’s eyes suddenly fell on you, his eyes still as wide and his body as tense. “What?”, you said, startled for a moment. “I can see the way you’re looking. The way  you’re all looking at me”, he said, clenching his jaw while you could see Laura and Scott looking at you from the side, as if you expected you to tell Gabriel what kind of shit had just slipped out of his lips. “I just..I don’t think it’s the fear that made her break and I don’t think teeth pulling or cutting fingers off is the way to get into their head either”, you said, sighing softly as he looked confusedly at you, as if what you had just said was a thousandth time crazier that what he had told you. “Then how?”, he asked and well, now you had to find a way to put your thoughts into words, in any way Gabriel might understand. “She revealed everything after she found out what this place actually is, right? That it’s not as bad as Alpha tried to picture it. And she cracked once for all when she realized Alpha lied about not only that but about Lydia and a bunch of other stuff too”,you said and even though the look in Gabriel’s eyes didn’t make you feel like he was just trying to process what you were trying to say, you went on ,”Realizing that Alpha is a liar and betrayed them too is what made them crack.” “I think so too”, Laura said, and you couldn’t thank her more since it honestly felt like Gabriel was gonna jump on you and maul you if no one would support your point as well,”We have to make sure we find the most effective way...we can’t let our hate or rage get in the way.”

Only an hour later, Alexandria was starting to go into lockdown, preparing search teams, sharpening their weapons and dividing tasks and while this would have already been more than enough for anybody inside the community, there were calls coming from an outpost warning about new waves of walkers that were starting to make their way towards Alexandria like it already had happened weeks ago. “How many can you see in the herd?”, Laura asked as she stood beside you in front of the smaller gates at Alexandria’s backside, holding the walkie close to her lips before the crackling voice of from the other side echoed through the air. “100 at least. It's hard to tell, but it looks like there are Whisperers in it. It's on its way. What should we-” The voice broke off as you looked confused at Laura who stared huffing at the walkie, shaking her head softly. “Echo post, say again”, she repeated as you made your way over to Gabriel and Rosita, but nothing but static crackled through the walkie. “We lost you. Echo post, respond”, she repeated again while you gave her another confused look, asking yourself what the hell was going on at that outpost before you heard Gabriel’s voice again, thankfully less eerie than it had been in the conference room. “That watch tower's two miles away. We can't let this next wave bunch up at the gate the way the last one did.” “Why would they send a herd now?”, Scott scoffed, readjusting the armor he had just slung around his torso. “We have a defector giving us information. They're trying to stop us before we act on it”, Gabriel shook his head  “We're gonna have to split up if we want to cover both gates” Laura said while you glanced at her walkie and still nothing but static slipped out of it, only hearing Scott’s voice distantly between the bunch of people that were rushing around you. “That means less people out there.” “We don't have a choice”, you heard Gabriel quickly mumble back while you let out a small sigh and glanced up. ”Well defending the gates will take more people than finding the group, right? or do you wanna stop part of the herd outside too?”, you asked, looking at Gabriel as he let out a sigh. ”Yes, that would be the best, that’s why we should split up”, he added again while Scott let out a grumpy huff and moved from your side back to the few Alexandrians that were busy with collecting the right weapons for the people who would head out. “Show of hands how many people here have been on gate duty?”, Laura called out as she walked from your little group towards the others, trying to get some overview in this mass as a couple rose their hands. You didn't, though you walked a little away from Rosita and Gabriel, hoping to see that none of the other shift workers would head outside and leave you completely alone with it. Normally, it would’ve been okay but after this whole forenoon you could pass on that. “Hold on. New Plan”, you heard Gabriel say before you could go any further, bringing your glance right back to him ,”Rosita and Laura, stay back on gate security with a skeleton crew.  (Y/N), you too, so you’re available if you’re needed in the infirmary or anybody gets hurt in the night.” You nodded slowly, kind of agreeing with him for the first time today. You hadn’t expected much else, there were already two less people in the infirmary, especially during the time most people could get hurt they wouldn’t send you out as well.  You could still hear Gabriel making some more orders to other people, and while it still weirded you out to see him in any kind of leading position, you got stuck in your thoughts again. This would be a goddamn long night again, and while you were already exhausted from the little sleep you had gotten during the last nights, at least this wouldn’t allow any nightmares to torture you, at least you wouldn’t have to see Negan die over and over again until you would wake up covered in cold sweat. 

The sun was slowly vanishing from the sky, filling up the forest with warm light when Negan found himself back on his usual spot by some tree, nibbling on the rest of meat that was left on the bone he’d been able to snatch from today’s dinner. Tossing the clean bone to the side he let out a small groan and leaned himself against the tree behind him, glancing around the camp that was becoming even emptier than earlier today. Alpha and Beta still weren’t back and that only gave him the feeling that something bigger was going on, and he was kinda pissed at himself that he hadn’t been able to get some real information out of any of these silent ass fuckers except for catching some small comments about having to wander off to different spots in the territory. He’d hoped that would help him in any way but he couldn’t make up some connection between them, not at all. He knew some of the area around here, especially from runs during his Savior days but by far not enough to make sense out of these spots that were sprawled out over the area. He wished he could just ask out of the blue but he couldn’t do that, that was for sure, it would just make him look suspicious and that was something he really didn’t need, so he had to find the right moment, and that shit was especially hard when the fuckers who were sitting with him by the roasted pig were as taciturn as the fucking rest of this damn group. He was just about to try to figure a way out to get the skin freaks to talk, right as he found the right opening as two of the four whisperers who’d sat around the pig nodded to one another, got up and slowly made their way into the woods.  ”They’re going too? Fuck, leaving us poor fuckers alone, huh? Gettin’ empty in here”, Negan chuckled, glancing at the other two men who’d been silently nibbling on their meat until now but were looking up now, the older clearing his throat after he gulped down his bite. “They’re heading to the cave...Alpha wants more guards there after the enemies got out, wasn’t sure if they all did”, he mumbled, surprising him for a moment with that long ass sentence that sure was more than he’d expected before he got what the man had just said. Whoever was in that small group they’d talked about yesterday, they were out which was definitely some good news, except not everyone had made it out and he could only reassure himself that his girl was most likely in Alexandria and the chances were close to zero that she was among that group. “Alright, now that’s a good reason for gettin’ their asses outta here”, he chuckled, running his hand over the beard stubble that was already a little thicker than usual while he put a brighter grin on his face. But now that he had them by the balls, he couldn’t let go there and damn, chances were low that he was gonna get a whisperer to sit next to him who spoke in actual long sentences as this one here. ”By the way, anyone’s seen the big fella? Feel like he’s gone forever”, Negan said, reaching for his last piece of meat and cleared his throat slightly,”if he’s by the cave, pretty damn sure no fucker gets in or outta there without being knocked on their ass.” The whisperer only shook his head slightly, nibbling off the last tiny bit of meat on the bone before he glanced back at him, keeping him more on edge than he liked. “He’s on his way into the enemy’s camp...He’s on his way to the place that held you captured.”

A thick yawn left your lips as you moved through the streets of Alexandria that were filled with darkness by now, while you grabbed the Machete in your hand a little tighter and glimpsed around yourself. Rosita and Laura were right next to you, a few other Alexandrians were walking right behind you, caring some spears and hatchets while Rosita talked to Gabriel on the walkie, trying to find out when you had to prepare for a wave of walkers, though that was your smallest problem at the moment. They had reached the outpost by now only to find the people stationed there slaughtered and left to reanimate, giving you a sad explanation to why they hadn’t responded to the walkie calls anymore and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who was responsible for that bloodbath. “They were forced to call. Must've held the knife to her throat to make him call us and lie”, Gabriel’s crackling voice sounded through the walkie while a cool shudder ran down your back and made you unconsciously grab the machete tighter.  “Why?”, you could only hear Scott’s voice echoing quieter through the walkie, just before Gabriel’s voice sounded a little louder to you, “Most of us are out here. There's hardly anybody back home.” And right in that moment, right as you felt the tension growing even more in you and gave you the feeling that this whole night would take another horrible turn, you heard an eerie scream sounding through the night. “Walkers!”, you heard a male voice scream, mixing within moments with the groans of the dead, forcing your glance at a house in a side street, the doors wide open as freshly reanimated corpses of Alexandrian’s poured out of it, their bodies covered in blood, some of their heads nearly hanging onto their shoulders as more blood flew out of their slit throats. “They're here”, you heard Rosita call out as you gripped the machete tighter, watching as the guards who had walked behind you right now were already storming to the walkers to end them before they could cause greater harm. “Are you gonna check the infirmary?”, Rosita asked, her voice already filled with tension as you nodded quickly, feeling as if you were stuck in another one of your nightmares before you could see her nodding to Laura. “Come with me. We’ll check Morgan Street”, she panted, already starting to run while you could feel yourself starting to switch into the survival mode. The whisperers were here, and fuck, now it was time to fight. Heavy pants left your lips as you ran down the street, keeping your machete ready as you tried to make sure to catch every little thing that was going on around you, tried to make sure that you wouldn’t miss any whisperer that could hide in the shadow of the houses. It was an oppressive feeling that was pressing down on you there, giving you the feeling that in any moment, any time some of those freaks could attack out of the blue even though you hadn’t seen just one when you finally reached the infirmary. Gulping thickly you made your way up the porch, your heart pounding up into your throat as you rose the machete a little higher, preparing in case one of them was hiding in here. Your eyes were constantly searching for blood, your ears directed to detect any groans while you hoped dearly that no one had been in here and had hurt them, or worse, was still making their way through the house.  But instead, and before you could even open the door it ripped open, revealing the three patients who stood in their pajamas in the door, their eyes tried from the sleep but filled up with worry and confusion.  “What’s going on here?”, Barbara asked, her voice filled up with fear as you walked closer, quickly lowering your weapon while still trying to keep yourself calm to not get them all worked up as well. “Whisperers are in here”, you said, gulping thickly as you glanced around for a moment, trying to reassure yourself that none of them was near before you glanced back at the three, ”We’re trying to find where exactly they are. I need you to get inside and move up into one of the rooms upstairs and lock yourself in. We’re gonna be fine” “Okay”, Oscar just nodded while Barbara already tried to vanish behind him, clearly scared and you had really hoped that you could’ve told them in a more sparing way but you couldn’t lose any time, not while those freaks were in here. “I’ll lock the outer doors now”, you said, trying to force a small smile up your lips even though you knew how desperate it made you look as you watched them moving inside, “We’re gonna be fine.” Fumbling on the keys from your pocket you quickly moved them inside, seeing the last of them as they moved up the stairs and vanished upstairs before the keys clicked in the lock and gave you the go for the next steps. Your heart was still pumping violently against your chest when you finally locked the two terrace doors as well, making sure that no one would get in there or would at least have a hard time doing so. And right in the very moment you finally made your way back down on the street a gun shut sounded through the air, pumping you right back full with a new wave of adrenaline as it urged you to ran towards its source. It was coming from somewhere around the brownstones, you were sure, and the fear of what might have happened there right now kept you running down the street, past the corpses of the Alexandrian’s that plastered parts of the blacktop and the pools of blood that slowly grew around them. Your breath grew heavier with every moment, straining your throat as you pushed yourself to keep going until you finally got into the street of the brownstones and raised your machete, hoping that you weren’t too late. Panting heavily you glanced around, feeling the fear skyrocketing in you as you made your way down the street, instinctively glancing down the stairway that lead to Negan’s old cell, right before what you could glimpse at through the window filled you up with nausea in the matter of seconds. There was a body down there, lying on the concrete ground and all you could see was part of its lifeless figure, not more, not less, but it was way more than enough to let the panic in you rise even more. “Shit”, it left your lips as you slowly stepped down the stairs, keeping your weapon ready in case whoever was responsible for this was still down there. But there was no one, nothing as you finally entered the all too familiar room and could finally see the full figure of the person who was laying by the bars. “Oh no, oh fuck”, you panted as you stepped towards Laura’s lifeless body that got slowly surrounded with a pool of blood and was daubing the metal bars next to her. “Fuck...fuck!”, it left your lips again, as if it would act as a valve for the panic that was rushing through you right in the very moment you saw her body starting to twitch and heard a groan falling from her lips, alarming you to do something. Carefully, you stepped closer, laying the machete to the side for a moment and moving your hand to the holder on your pants to get your knife out, before you leaned down to her, trying to figure out how fast she would reanimate before her bleary eyes suddenly stared at you and her arms raised up as she snarled, forcing you to act fast. “I’m sorry”, you mumbled, gulping thickly before you reached your knife up and let it rush down onto her head, closing your eyes the moment you could feel the blade burying itself into her skull and could feel her body going limp beneath you. “Fuck”, you cursed, trying to hold it together as you moved your hand into her blonde hair to keep her steady as you moved the knife out of her skull and slowly let her down, before the shock ebbed for a moment away and made you realize that Mary was gone from this cell and that she and any other whisperer was still walking around outside. Fuck had she fled?  Had she done this? Or had it been some other whisperer trying to get her back to Alpha done this shit? You didn’t know and it drove you crazy and you rushed up the stairs again, almost on your way onto the street again before you caught what had you had missed to notice when you’d seen Laura’s body in the cell. The door of Michonne’s home was opened, not wide but just enough to slip through and after what you had found in the cell, this couldn’t mean anything good. “Shit”, you cursed to yourself, gulping thickly as you could feel your palms growing sweatier while you gripped the machete tighter and slowly moved up the stairs, right as you heard a loud thud coming from the inside, mixing with choked up screams that let the fear in you spike once more. This wasn’t just preparation anymore, there was definitely whisperer inside, hurting Judith, RJ or maybe one of the others and you had to get in there, you had to get in there now. You could feel yourself tensing harder as you got into the house, trying to be as quiet and fast at the same time without stumbling about anything in your way, knowing that you could neither lose time nor that you could allow whoever was in there to know of your presence before you could afford it. “No!”, you could suddenly hear Rosita’s voice scream upstairs, sending another shock through you before you heard another thud, enough for your body to take over your mind and make you rush upstairs just as you heard Mary’s voice calling out. “Beta, stop!”, she screamed just as you got up the stairs and saw her standing in the doorframe at the end of the hall, her small stature only barely covering the scene inside. Rosita was on the ground, blood dripping down her arms as the whisperer who had to be Beta stood above her, his arms raised, ready to rush down the knifes he had in his hands down into her body. “Alpha wants me alive. Step towards me”, Mary said, moving the knife in her hands to her throat while you tried to process what was happening in front of your eyes right now. You stood there, glued to the ground as you saw the giant with the skin mask move towards the short woman, nodding at her and leaving Rosita behind just as you saw Judith and RJ peaking out of the door beside you, uninjured but just as shocked as you. And just then, just when that giant beast got to Mary you allowed yourself to move towards them, standing in front of them to make sure you could do at least something for them while you lowered your weapon as they started to walk down the hallway.  “Toss it away”, you suddenly heard the giant growl as he saw the machete that was still in your hand, stopping his path as you stared at him for a second, feeling another icy shudder rolling down your back before you let the weapon fall to the ground and pushed your foot onto it to slide it as far as possible away, trying to convince him that it was enough. You wanted to kill him,  you really did, for all he had done here in this night and for everything he was involved in before but you knew that you didn’t stand a chance. You couldn’t risk everybody’s live in here by trying to play the hero, keep the machete and attack him, you just couldn’t. You had to do the smart thing and let them leave, no matter how hard that was. You had to let Mary walk him out of here, the woman who had gladly said the truth about everything and who was now risking her damn life to keep Beta from continuing his slaughter.  And so you were forced to watch them walking down the stairs after beta had started to walk again, feeling like shit that you couldn’t do anything but stand there and wait for them to leave, feeling like shit that you couldn’t fight even though you knew that this was the only smart thing to do. And then finally, the door fell into its lock. With that one sound a could snapped in you and allowed you to move again, first reassuring yourself that Judith and RJ were both fine before you found yourself rushing down the hallway. “Oh fuck”, it slipped out of your lips as you caught Rosita leaning against a wall  by now, holding her arm with her hand that was already covered in her blood, wincing as she moved to see you. You’d almost expected for Judith to call out your language as she’d often done it with Negan but instead, she stayed silent now as you kneeled down next to Rosita and glanced at her as she kept on pressing her hands onto the wound. You gulped thickly, glancing from the kids to Rosita, still too overwhelmed with everything that had just happened before you nodded to her, trying to somehow grasp some clear thoughts as you watched her wincing once more. “We’ll get you to the infirmary now, alright?”, you said, watching as she nodded and tried to move herself a little up. “Okay, let’s go.”

Fuck it. Fuck this goddamn day.  Hours had passed since that whisperer had broken the news and there hadn’t been a quiet moment in his head ever since. Beta was probably right fucking now at Alexandria and he couldn’t do a thing. All this time he’d hoped she’d be there and not among that group, had told himself that this was the only probable thing and now this hope had fucked him over. He’d almost been up and about to end this whole fucking plan here and make his way back to Alexandria, too worked up by his emotions and fears that this big ass idiot would end up hurting his wife when he’d start whatever fuckin’ slaughter he’d planned there. He’d pulled himself together though, forced himself to sit his ass down and stay calm, no matter how fucking hard that was at the moment. He only had a chance to really change something if he stayed here, he couldn’t let that be ruined by some suspicions that might not even be true. Maybe she wasn’t in Alexandria at the moment for whatever damn reason, and if she was...she would knew what to do when that freak got in. She would know when it was smart to fight and when the time had come to hide or attack from the ambush, she would know what to do. She wasn’t asleep right now, right?  No, during all those years in the prison both of them had gotten used to stay up longer to use the time they had together in the night, she probably was still up and would notice when that fucker would walk through Alexandria or come even close to their house. She wouldn’t get hurt, she would be fine. A tight breath left his lips as he shifted against the tree, moving uncomfortably over the cold ground as he closed his eyes tightly shut, trying to silence the fucking thoughts that kept on spinning around in his head. All he wanted now was to be with her, make sure she was fine and make sure that no one would just harm a damn hair on her head but he couldn’t and he had to find a way to cope with that, somehow. Morning fell over Alexandria, filling the community with light again after the horrible night that was still stuck in everybody’s bones, keeping the memories of the dead bodies and the blood that was still partly covering the streets alive. The night and the early morning hours had brought revelations with themselves that at least were more good than they were bad. Gabriel’s group outside had brought Mary back inside with them after Beta had been forced to leave her behind as they’d shot at them, unfortunately without killing him but at least urging him to vanish back in the woods. Aaron was back, bringing the news that everybody except for Connie and Magna had made it out of the cave in time before it collapsed and left their fate  unknown. And while you felt sick knowing that not everybody might have made it, you were more than relieved that Daryl was out even though he still wasn’t back, still searching for other openings of the cave to see if he could get them back or at least find Lydia. The complete dark side of these revelations was a late gift from Dante, one that he had worked on during his time in Alexandria, before everyone’s eyes. he’d used Cheryl’s grave to build a tunnel that lead out of the community, allowing Beta to walk right into Alexandria without having to conquer the walls just the tiniest bit. You’d already thought you’d seen the last of him but hell, that asshole really was trying to stay in your minds for longer. “Are you coming with us to Hilltop?”, you heard Judith ask from her spot at the kitchen table, watching as you got her and RJ’s food for the way ready. A whole bunch of people would head there today, along with Rosita who you could stitch up in the night but who’d definitely needed some of the medication you simply didn’t have available anymore at Alexandria. They’d leave in a bit, and you really weren’t sure yet what people had planned for you. “I’m not so sure to be honest. They need me here at the infirmary but if I could come with you, I could get new health care supplies and stock up a bit up, maybe recruit someone to come help here. So we’ll see”, you said with a small smile, packing the first done sandwich into a box while she slowly nodded, watching you before she puckered her brows slightly and shifted over her spot. “Where’s Negan?”, she asked out of the blue, startling you for a moment as you gulped thickly and glanced down at the bread in front of you. They hadn’t told her yet, of course not. You couldn’t fool her, she knew that he hadn’t been in the cell but hell, you also couldn’t tell her what you suspected him of doing outside and you also didn’t want to just crudely say that he had simply escaped his cell, leaving him to look like someone who had left this place behind for good. “He isn’t here at the moment”, you said, feeling your throat growing tighter the moment you had spoken it out. “He’ll come back, right?”, she asked, glancing at you as fumbled on Carl’s old hat that laid right next to her on the table. “Yeah, yeah he will”, you said with another smile that was more bittersweet than anything, filled up with the uncertainty of when this time would come and the worries about him, mixed up with the hopeful thought that it if you were just a little lucky you’d be able to have him back with you sooner than later. And you couldn’t put in words how much you hoped that the luck would be on your side with that.

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[flightsoffandom]

Getting Off Scott-Free

Pairs: Scott Lang x Reader

Words: 1954

Summary: After a long day of work, you get home to find that Scott is hiding something from you.

Warnings: None that I can think of

Notes: Left completely gender-neutral. Writing for Scott was hella fun, he is a huge goof. I knew I would like it but didn’t think I would enjoy it this much.

I am wanting to challenge myself by using the same prompt with different fandoms and try to make it as unique as possible.

I found this writing prompt @witterprompts​ and went with it. The original prompt is below.

“Against my better judgment, I've decided to keep you around.”

    Dating Scott Lang was an interesting experience. He could be a dummy but in the best way possible. You met Scott when he came to your place of work, trying to apply for a job. The thing was Scott completely botched his interview because he was too busy trying to impress you. He made you laugh, and he was attractive. So when he got denied the job because of his silly behavior, you asked him out to make up for it. During that date, you both hit it off and continued seeing each other. Your life had become more eventful and fun since Scott had walked into it.  After dating him for a few months and getting to know Scott, you asked him to move in. He agreed. It may have seemed quick, but he was sweet. You’d also be lying if you said you weren’t motivated by the fact that Scott living with you put him one step closer to being able to see Cassie. You had grown to love Scott, so it was a win-win situation.

When Scott became Ant-Man, you didn’t know right away. However, it didn’t take long for Scott to tell you. He tried to hide it, but he was terrible about lying about this kind of thing to people he was close to. It was a shock that a goof like Scott had become a superhero, but he was doing good. Scott helped with that whole situation with Pym Tech, and he enjoyed it. So you were fine with it and helped keep his secret.

It had been a long day at work. You were tired and looking forward to going home and relaxing. You pulled into your driveway. Parking the car before grabbing your work bag and leaving the vehicle. As you walk up to the door, you pull out your keys. You unlock the door before stepping in. It was quiet for a second. As soon as you closed the door behind you, Scott practically skids down the hallway. He comes around the corner to greet you, “Hey there, today has been totally uneventful and completely boring.” Scott glance to the side. He was talking so fast it was suspicious.

    On top of that, now that you had a chance to get a good look at Scott, you could see what he was wearing. Scott had on a robe and looked disheveled, that wasn’t unusual. It was the fact that he had tried to cover up the clothes he usually wore under the Ant-Man suit with the robe. You make a face at him, “Sure it was…” You try to walk around him, only for Scott to start herding you into the kitchen. You cross your arms, “I want to go change my clothes.” Scott laughs and grabs your hand, dragging you into the kitchen. Scott starts talking again, “Why would you want to change? You look amazing in those clothes?” When you’re both standing in the kitchen, you try to question Scott. He interrupts you, “You must be starving, I know I am. Come on, let’s have dinner.” Scott smiles at you as he backs up, using his body to block the doorway. You huff, getting frustrated, “What are you doing?” Typically his odd behavior was cute. You didn’t mind messing around. But you were tired and at least wanted to get out of these clothes. Scott keeps glancing behind him, down the hall towards the bedroom. “Let’s make dinner together when was the last time we did that?” Scott pauses before looking back at you, “Why don’t we to that anymore?” You find yourself chuckling as you roll your eyes, “Cause the last meal we cooked together ended up ruined because we got distracted ‘fooling around.’ ” Scott makes an exaggerated ‘sexy’ face walking towards you. He wiggles his eyebrows at you as he talks, “Again I ask, Why don’t we do that anymore?” When Scott reaches you, his hands go right to your ass. He squeezes both handfuls of your ass, “Honk, Honk.”

    You try to keep a serious look on your face. It doesn't take long for you to easily crack a smile. Trying not to be distracted, you avoid looking at Scott’s face. As an extra measure, you cross your arms to help keep some distance between you and him. Scott, however, is persistent and starts giving you rabid kisses all over your face. You wiggle around as you begin to chuckle. Finally giving in you wrap your arms around Scott’s neck and give him a kiss on the lips. Scott gives your rear another squeeze, “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you have the hots for me.” You chuckle and tease, “You wish.” You kiss Scott again. When Scott starts kissing you back, you get an idea. You let yourself enjoying making out with Scott for a few minutes. Once you can’t stand the feeling of being in your work clothes any longer, you put your plan into motion. As you keep kissing Scott, you slowly rotate the two of you. Until your the one who has your back to the doorway. You break the kiss. Scott immediately starts pouting, “Hey…” You chuckle and back up a little. You wink at Scott, “Can you close your eyes while I get more comfortable?” A huge grin slides onto Scott’s face. He rapidly nods before closing his eyes.

    You didn’t know how long Scott would actually keep his eyes closed. So you quietly exited the kitchen. As you make your way down the hallway, you keep an eye out for whatever Scott was trying to hide from you. About halfway down the hall, you hear Scott in the kitchen, “Tricking me like that is against the Geneva Convention, you know.” You call back over your shoulder, “It is not.” You hear Scott coming up behind you as he talks, “Well, its at least illegal. Paxton will totally back me up on that.” You laugh reaching your bedroom door, “I’ll be sure to ask him the next time he and Maggie drop Cassie off.” Scott grabs your arm and tries to worm his way in between you and the bedroom door. You gently push him aside. Scott gives up, getting a guilty look on his face, “Don’t be mad, okay?” You give him a look as you grab your doorknob, “Why would I…” Before you could finish your question, you get your answer. The door immediately falls into your bedroom, revealing what Scott was trying to hide.

Your bedroom door was no longer attached to the wall. Parts of the door frame were still attached to the hinges of the door. As soon as you let go of the doorknob, the door falls on to the bedroom floor. That wasn’t the only thing. The bedroom wall right across from the entrance has a huge chunk of wall missing. This was the last thing you wanted to come home to. You were at a loss for words. You step over the broken door and try to see if anything else was broken. Luckily it seems just the door and hole in the wall were the only issues. It had been a long day. You were too tired to deal with this right now. Scott stays right outside the room, watching you. You turn to look to glare at him, not saying anything. Scott holds his hands up in surrender, “I can fix it” Scott looks at the hole in the wall, “Probably…” He gives you an unsure smile.  You just start heading into the bathroom, leaving a trail of dirty clothes behind you.

The shower gave you some time to relax. You cleaned yourself off. Then stayed under the water for a little while longer to let the hot water keep pelting you. When the water started to turn cold, you ended your shower. Wrapping a towel around your body, you stepped out of the shower. As you walked into the bedroom, you noticed your trail of dirty clothes was gone. Before you could think about that too much, you saw something else. There were chunks of the wall all over the floor, including wall dust covering everything nearby. Which would have included your bed, but the sheets were missing. You walk over to your dresser and start pulling out clothes. After changing into comfortable clothes, you go to look for Scott.

    You don’t have to look far. Scott is still standing right outside your door, looking like a sad puppy. You weren't exactly mad at him, more annoyed than anything. You sigh, “Where did you put our sheets?” Scott motions, “In the dyer, I wanted to try to get them washed before you got back home… I put your clothes in the washer too.” Scott gives you a small smile. He was trying so hard you couldn’t stay upset with him. You finally smile back at him. Scott perks up when he sees you are officially not mad at him. You look around at the damage, trying to figure out how to fix it. You look back up to Scott, “So what happened?” Scott chuckles and rubs the back of his neck, “Well, see… I was doing some practice runs in the Ant-Man suit and…” Scott shifts on his feet and avoids eye contact, “I may or may not have gotten distracted and ended up taking out the door when I sized up, and then I couldn’t slow down and took out the wall.” Scott smiles at you and shrugs, “But you got no real proof I did anything.” You start laughing, “Why did you need to practice here?” Scott thinks for a second, “Well… I like it here, and I need to stay on top of my game?” Scott says it more as a question than an answer. You shake your head as you chuckle, “Let’s set something up in the basement… So more of the walls don’t get broken.” You grab the door off the ground and drag it into the hallway.

    You sit down and start picking up the bigger pieces of the wall off the ground. Scott joins you. As he picks up a few pieces, he asks, “So… You’re not going to kick me out or anything?” You decide to tease him, “Well, I’ve been thinking…” You look up at Scott. Scott looks a bit worried. You wink at him to show him your teasing, “Against my better judgment, I've decided to keep you around.” Scott lets out a dramatic sigh of relief, “Thank goodness… I don't know if anyone else would tolerate me.” You laugh as you finish getting all the pieces of rubble into a pile, “Welp, I more than just tolerate you. I love you.” Scott stands up, bringing back a trash bag, “You love me.” Scott says it in a sing-song teasing tone. You roll your eyes, chuckling, “I know, how silly of me to love you.” Scott holds open the trash bag, “Might be a shock to you, but I love you too.” You start to put the wall chunks in the trash, “I would have never guessed.” You chuckle as you go back to cleaning up. Once all the rubble is in the garbage, you stand up, “We just need to get that hole patched before this weekend so Cassie can come over.” Scott nods looking at the hole in the wall, “Where to start?” You think for a second, looking over the damage. You look down at the dust-covered floor, “Think the ants could at least help us finish cleaning up?” Scott grins and runs to the closet, shouting over his shoulder. “As long as you don’t tell Pym.”

[stilinskishit]

Too Long (A Stiles Stilinski Fanfic) - Chapter 10

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

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

Tags: @multi-madison​​ @purple286 @multifandxm353​ @bralessandflawless @5secondsofmoxley

MASTERLIST

Chapter 10 - Eyes

Season 2, Episodes 3 and 4

“Hope you’re not still afraid of heights Ramona,” Stiles teased as their gym class walked towards the rock wall that was set up in the middle of the floor. Ramie punched him in the arm, hard, making Stiles yelp. “Jesus, Raim, where’d you learn how to punch like that.”

“Nowhere,” Ramie said quickly, causing Scott to narrow his eye at her. Thankfully, Coach started talking, which saved her from his suspicious gaze.

“Alright, everyone put on a harness, make sure it’s tight because I really don’t want to call an ambulance for any of you imbeciles today,” Coach told the class. Once everyone had harnesses on coach began picking pairs to climb up the wall. The task was simple enough, climb up the wall then gently let yourself back down. Ramie used to be scared of heights, when they were younger, but the rock wall seemed easy enough.

“McCall, Boyd, you first,” Coach yelled while checking them off on his clipboard. Ramie was about to ask which McCall he was referencing, when Coach looked up and pointed to her before she could ask. Ramie groaned and Scott and Stiles chuckled, pushing her forward. She flipped them off behind her back so Coach couldn’t see, earning laughs from a few people in the class. Ramie and Boyd tackled the wall together, chatting the whole time and it went by quickly, Ramie not even thinking about how high up they were until she got back down and looked up to the top again.

“Nice work,” Coach said as Ramie walked over to where Scott, Stiles, Lydia and Allison were standing. “Other McCall and Argent next!”

Allison grabbed Scott’s arm and tugged him away from the conversation he was having with Stiles and brought him over to the wall. Ramie watched next to Lydia as her brother and Allison climbed the wall, Scott falling behind his girlfriend.

“Typical man,” Lydia sighed.

“You got that right,” Danny laughed from the other side of Lydia. Ramie leaned over, looking at both of them, confused.

“What are you two talking about?”

“Scott letting Allison get ahead of him so he can stare at her ass,” Danny shrugged, like it was obvious. Ramie scoffed, rolling her eyes. They were right, typical man. She picked up her water bottle from the ground and started drinking as Scott made it to the top of the wall.

“It’s a good thing Isaac isn’t here, he would’ve been pissed to see Stiles staring at your ass while you climbed,” Lydia said quietly, just as casual as Danny. Ramie started choking on her water. Danny laughed too loud and Lydia just smirked. Stiles started patting Ramie on the back as she coughed, oblivious to the whole conversation.

“I thought I said no ambulances McCall,” Coach groaned.

“I’m good,” Ramie put her hand on her chest, glaring at Lydia, who grinned back. Coach called Stiles up to go next, along with a girl named Erica. Ramie had known Erica forever, they had gone to school together since they were young but never were really friends. Erica was very quiet, she kept to herself. Sort of like Isaac had been, at least before Derek changed him. Ramie watched as Stiles climbed the wall with ease, making it back to the ground and fist pumping for himself before Erica had even made it halfway up. Erica was stopped, and was visibly shaking.

“Erica, are you okay?” Allison called up to her. Erica didn’t answer, still shaking, and nearly hyperventilating.

“Are you dizzy? Is it vertigo?” Coach called up to her.

“Vertigo is a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear, she’s just freaking out,”  Lydia said to Coach. Ramie stepped next to Stiles, who was still hooked up to the rope.

“Just come down slowly, you’ll be fine,” she called up to Erica. The class slowly backed away as Erica made her way down from the wall. She had tears running down from her face and was still shaking as she unhooked her harness and nearly ran to the locker rooms. A few students laughed at her and Ramie shot them all glares.

“Alright well, I guess that’s good for today,” Coach said awkwardly. “The rest of you will go next class.”

Ramie followed Allison and Lydia into the girls locker room to change. Ramie had just taken off her sneakers and was looking around the locker room.

“Wait, where did Erica go?” She got up, checking near the showers but not spotting her anywhere.

“Maybe she already changed and left,” Allison suggested.

“You don’t think she’d go back out there would you? Coach moved the mat,” Lydia said suddenly. Ramie’s eyes widened and she took off, back into the gym. As soon as she pushed open the locker room door she saw Erica falling to the ground from the wall. Out of nowhere, Scott caught her just before she hit the ground. Ramie still in her socks, slid into Stiles, who was standing over Scott and Erica on the ground.

“She’s having a seizure,” Scott said, breathing heavily.

“Turn her on her side,” Allison said, appearing behind Ramie, who was still clinging to Stiles from trying to not fall over when she crashed into him. Ramie moved away from him quickly when she realized, running to Coach’s office to tell him to call an ambulance.

…

Later that day at lunch, Scott waved Ramie over to sit with him. He was alone at the table, which was unlike him.

“Where’s your stupid friend,” Ramie asked as she sat down. Scott nodded towards a table a few down from their’s. Stiles was sat at a table with Boyd, who looked quite annoyed by Stiles’ presence.

“He’s getting us keys to the ice rink,” Scott said, through chewing his sandwich. Ramie pulled a face as he shoved chips in his mouth as well. “I’m taking Allison there on a date and Stiles and Lydia are gonna come too. You wanna join?”

“No thanks,” Ramie raised her eyebrows as Stiles sat down next to her at the table. “I’d rather not 5th wheel with you guys.”

“Well you’re not bringing Issac,” Stiles said immediately, earning a glare from Ramie.

“I haven’t seen him since the police station,” Ramie huffed. “He won’t answer my calls and neither will Derek.”

“Why do you even have D-“ Scott started then trailed off, staring at the entrance to the cafeteria. Stiles and Ramie turned, following his gaze. Walking into the lunchroom was Erica, but not the same Erica who had left first period in an ambulance. Her hair seemed to be in perfect waves, and she was wearing cheetah print heels and a leather mini skirt with a matching jacket.

“What… the holy hell.. is that,” Lydia said, appearing next to the table. Erica gave a smirk directly towards Scott and turned, walking back out of the room.

“Erica,” Scott said, standing up from the table quickly, following Erica out of the lunchroom. Stiles and Ramie jumped up, following him. Ramie heard Lydia call after her but she pretended not to hear. Stiles and Ramie found Scott on the front steps of the school, watching as Erica got into Derek’s car, sending them an evil grin. Derek met Ramie’s eyes and she sent him a glare. He drove away before she could do anything else.

…

Ramie had to work that night, then went over to Allison’s to work on a school project after, so she didn’t see Scott and Stiles until the next afternoon at school. However, Allison told Ramie about Lydia having some sort of breakdown at the ice rink the night before, and the everyone was worried about her strange behavior. Ramie didn’t have classes with her brother or Stiles that day, so she only saw them briefly that afternoon. The two told her that they thought Derek was going to turn Boyd next, to add another person to his pack. Stiles begged Ramie to go to Boyd’s house with her while Scott checked the ice rink, where Boyd worked. Ramie had to work again, so she told the boys to let her know what happened.

Later that night, after working, Ramie sat in Derek’s lair waiting for someone to get back. Derek was supposed to be training her, but he was late. She was about to leave when she heard the door open, and turned to see Derek and Boyd walk in, followed by a limping Erica and wincing Issac.

“Isaac!” Ramie nearly yelled, running to him and tackling him in a hug. He groaned and she jumped back, noticing blood staining his shirt. “What happened?”

“Your brother happened,” Erica snarled, siting down on the couch and wincing in pain. Ramie turned to Derek immediately.

“What did you do,” she stepped toward him.

“Your brother doesn’t want me forming a pack,” Derek shrugged, moving to the sink to wash blood off of his hands.

“Seems like it’s a little late for that,” Ramie gestured towards the three other teens. Derek chuckled darkly, his back still to her. “He is right though. You can’t just keep doing this.”

“I guess that changes my mind then,” Derek turned, a smirk still plastered on his face. Ramie narrowed her eyes and looked to Isaac for an explanation. Isaac shrugged, clearly unsure what Derek was talking about. “I was going to ask you next.”

“You want me as part of your pack?” Ramie asked in disbelief. Derek tilted his head slightly, like he was studying her reaction. “No way. I don’t want to be like you, and if I ever was I would want to be with my brother. Not in your pack of teenagers you’re taking advantage of.”

“Ouch,” Isaac put a hand over his chest, acting hurt. Ramie gave him a small smile and squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back, not taking her words personally. Ramie heard Erica scoff but ignored her.

“Well the offer is on the table,” Derek said. “If you ever change your mind.”

Before Ramie could reply, her phone dinged with a text from Scott. She read a text from Stiles from before that she hadn’t seen, saying Erica had knocked him out and left him in a dumpster to keep him away from Boyd. Ramie was about to yell at Erica when she read Scott’s text, saying Derek beat the shit out of him and had already turned Boyd.

“You attacked my brother?” Ramie looked at Derek. For a second, she thought she saw guilt cross his eyes.

“So did your precious little boyfriend,” Erica sneered. Ramie’s head whipped to Isaac, who was giving Erica a death glare. Ramie pulled her hand out of Isaac’s, and his eyes met hers.

“Is that true?” She asked him, stepping backwards as he stood up.

“Ramie it’s not,” Isaac started, but Ramie didn’t give him a chance to finish. She grabbed her jacket from the back of the couch, heading towards the door. She heard Isaac try and follow behind her, but Derek’s voice called him back, and Isaac listened.

…

Ramie had called Stiles to pick her up when she left Derek’s, but Stiles’ jeep was at the mechanic, getting one of the many problems it had fixed. Luckily, the shop wasn’t far from Derek’s and Ramie walked there in less than 10 minutes. Tears laced her eyes the whole way, feeling betrayed and angry with Isaac and even Derek. She had grown somewhat close to Derek in their time training, but ever since he became an alpha things were different. And even though Ramie did like Isaac’s new confidence, she didn’t like that he was basically Derek’s bitch.

When Ramie got to the mechanic, Stiles was talking to the guy working on the jeep. She gave Stiles a small wave and he grinned back, holding up a finger to say he’d be out in a minute. When he walked towards the door, Ramie opened it for him, feeling something sticky on her hand. She was about to say something when Stiles closed the door behind him, having the same reaction.

“Oh, god that’s gross,” he groaned, holding out his hand and scowling at it. Ramie held out hers too. They were both covered in a clear, sticky substance. “This is real sanitary. Quality establishment you got here!”

Ramie chuckled softly at his words, and he turned to her, his eyes meeting hers. His face immediately fell. 

“Have you been crying?” He asked, stepping forward and reaching out his arm towards her, however, as soon as he lifted his arm, it suddenly fell back down, limp at his side. Stiles’ eyebrows narrowed. Ramie felt her hand tingling.

“Stiles, does your hand feel weird,” Ramie asked. Before he could answer, Stiles started yelling.

“Hey!” He called towards the mechanic. Ramie followed his gaze and for a second, forgot she couldn’t feel her arm. On top of Stiles’ jeep was a creature that looked nothing like what Ramie had seen before. It was animal like, but not like Scott. It had scales and a tail, it almost looked like a lizard. It whipped its tail and sliced the back of the mechanic’s neck, who fell to the floor. Suddenly, Ramie felt her legs give out, and she fell to the floor as well. Stiles immediately moved towards her, but his legs gave out and he fell to the ground next to her. It was like they were paralyzed from the neck down. Ramie, flat on her back, could see out of the corner of her eye, the lift that the jeep was on slowly dropping downwards, towards the mechanic.

“Stiles, it’s going crush him,” Ramie stuttered, in a full on panic. Whatever the creature was had broken whatever was holding the jeep up.

“Hey, look at me,” Stiles voice came from beside Ramie. Ramie tried to move her head towards Stiles, but it was nearly impossible. “Raim c’mon, look at me.”

Focusing on Stiles’ voice Ramie slowly got her head to move to the side so she could look at him. He was on his stomach, trying to dial 911 on his phone, which laid on the ground next to his hand. Ramie could hear the mechanic calling for help. Her eyes squeezed shut, her whole body shaking as his screams got louder. Tears started flowing from her eyes, and she could feel her chest tightening. She felt like she was going to have a panic attack.

“Ramie look at me, look in my eyes,” Stiles’ voice came from next to her, shaky but loud enough. Her eyes opened and met his whiskey colored ones. He looked scared as well but she felt more calm looking at him. “Listen to my voice okay, don’t listen to that.”

Ramie heard a thud and the screaming from the mechanic stopped. She sucked in a breath, her eyes still locked on Stiles’s. He scrunched his eyes closed for a second, the both of them realizing that the mechanic was definitely dead. Suddenly, Ramie felt something behind her. A screeching noise came from above her and she let out a scream, and as quickly as whatever was there came, it left.

“What the fuck was that,” Ramie choked out.

“I have no idea, but I think we need to call Scott.”

…

Ramie wasn’t sure what excuse Stiles had given his Dad about what happened at the mechanic because she was so shaken up about the whole thing. For days after, Stiles kept insisting that the creature that had paralyzed them and killed the mechanic was someone they knew. Ramie thought they’d be aware if they knew a strange lizard person but Stiles kept insisting that the creature knew who they were, and that’s why it didn’t kill them. Either way, they had figured out that Allison’s grandfather had a book, a bestiary, that could tell them what sort of creature had been terrorizing Beacon Hills. However, they had to get the book without Gerard finding out, which was a task in itself.

Ramie, of course, had to work on the night that everyone was trying to find the bestiary. The plan was to have Stiles check Gerard’s office during the lacrosse game, but when he couldn’t find anything, Scott and Allison went looking at the Argent’s house, only to find out that the book was not an actual physical copy, but electronic, on a thumb drive, which was on Gerard’s keys that Allison had stolen for Stiles to get into his office. And, Stiles and Derek got stuck in the pool at school, with Derek paralyzed, which lead them to realizing the creature, called a kanima, was afraid of water.

This was all explained to Ramie over three different frantic voicemails from Stiles that were on her phone when she finally left work. She was about to call him back and ask him if he was still picking her up when she heard a voice from behind her as she locked the doors to the coffee shop.

“Make good tips tonight?” Isaac asked. He was leaning against a telephone pole a bit down the sidewalk. She jumped a bit at his voice but softened when she saw him.

“You scared me,” she sighed, moving closer to him.

“I’m sorry,” Isaac smiled, grabbing her hands and bringing one up to his lips, pressing a kiss on her knuckles. Ramie attempted to scowl at him.

“I’m mad at you.”

“I know, that’s why I came here,” Isaac said. “To apologize.”

“Let’s hear it then,” Ramie said, stepping back and crossing her arms over her chest.

“I’m sorry I attacked your brother, I should’ve told Derek no,” Isaac stepped forward towards her again. “I’m just new to all of this stuff and Derek scares the shit out of me and I feel like I have to do everything he says.”

“Derek is scary sometimes isn’t he,” Ramie broke a smile and Isaac’s matched.

“Terrifying,” Isaac chuckled, stepping forward again and grabbing the back of Ramie’s neck, pulling her onto her tiptoes into a kiss. His arms snaked around her back and pulled her even closer.

“Wanna walk me home?” Ramie asked when they pulled away, Isaac’s face still very close to hers.

“Actually,” Isaac pulled keys out of his pocket, hitting the unlock button. Ramie looked across the parking lot to see Derek’s car parked in the corner.

“Derek let you take his car?” Ramie asked, shocked, as they walked towards it.

“He said this was part of his apology to you as well,” Isaac chuckled.

“Maybe he does have a heart,” Ramie placed a hand over her chest as Isaac let out a laugh. “Now maybe we’ll get home before Scott does.”

Isaac’s eyes shot to Ramie, making eye contact. His lips curved into a smirk and he ran to the other side of the car, jumping into the drivers seat while Ramie couldn’t help but giggle.

[thearkhound]

Kojima Cinema Vol. 3: The English Patient and Vukovar: A Story

Double Feature in Kojima Cinema

I’m always concerned about the movie I will discuss every time I’m thinking about writing the manuscript for this column. It has to be important to some extent and it also has to be relevant at the moment. There were many movies premiering during these past two months. Picking just one movie was very difficult. So I decided to follow Kazutoshi Iida’s advice and decided to cover two movies for a change of pace. While the two movies have different themes, they both depict a man and a woman who are at the mercy of history (war).

Are Academy Award-Winning Movies Actually Good?

I haven’t seen an Academy Award-winning movie yet. Perhaps it’s because it’s not compatible with my personality. Even before actually winning an award, such a movie is given way too much lip service. I really can’t be fond of those big Hollywood epics that aggressively try to push emotions. Therefore, I haven’t yet seen Rain Man, Schindler’s List or even Forrest Gump. I ended up seeing The English Patient because one of my favorite actresses, Juliette Binoche, was in it. I’m glad that she won “Best Supporting Actress” for her role in this movie.

Visiting the English Patient in the Marunouchi Louvre

I saw The English Patient and felt immediately asleep during the beginning, but that’s probably because I haven’t been sleeping well lately. While it has its good points, like its elegant shots and elaborate editing, ultimately it feels like a mediocre movie that happened to won an Oscar. The details in the historical background was also pretty light, so it felt less like the story of a couple affected by war and more like a common tale of selfish adultery.

Anthony Minghella’s Cute Direction

Personally I was more enchanted by the innocent romance between Hana (Binoche’s character) and Kip than I was with the passionate drama between Almasy and Katharine. I’ve never seen any of Minghella’s other films, but I get the impression that his previous title, Mr. Wonderful, was really popular with female audiences. The direction with those characters was pretty cute, much like a Japanese “trendy drama” show, such as when Kip guides Hana with a torch or when they find a painting with a smoke bomb. Perhaps female audiences might be moved.

The Mona Lisa Smile of Juliette Binoche

Perhaps one of the highlights of this movie is Juliette Binoche herself. In contrast to Kathaline (Kristin Scott Howard), who wears a dress and has an erotic affair while living an elegant life, Hana, who is devoted to nursery while covered in dust from the ruins, is pretty and divine. Scenes such as when Binoche cuts her hair or when she washes away the dirt from her body, serve to well-visualize her inner beauty without relying on makeup or fancy dresses. I can even remember her natural behaviors that does not give up her worth as a person even after throwing away her pride. I can feel a beauty that goes beyond sex and a radiance for life. It’s worth seeing this movie just for Binoche’s smile and angelic face, especially when she’s taking care of Almasy and that last scene when she’s on the carriage.

Seeing Vukovar from Cinema Square Tokyu

I saw Vukovar: A Story [Vukovar poste restante] just two days after watching The English Patient. Unlike the nationally released nine Academy Awards-winning Patient, Vukovar was only released in art house theaters. To be honest, I didn’t any expectations for it, so I was overwhelmed by its awesomeness. Even though it’s not a big budget epic, the impact it conveys is unmeasurable. Vukovar is a city in old Yugoslavia that most Japanese people are not familiar with. It starts with a happy Serbian-Croatian newlywed couple. When the Berlin Wall falls, an ethnic conflict that would be incomprehensible to the Japanese ignites and the two are driven apart. People who were friends yesterday are suddenly exchanging fire and even spouses and relatives are becoming enemies. Why did the conflict started? Was it for race? Land? A dispute? Patriotism? Perhaps this is a masterpiece that depicts the sickening Europe as faithfully and as neutral as possible. 

A Movie That Aims to Convey Faithfulness

The structure, which features a lot of news footage edited in, while fictional, feels very much like a documentary. The ruins, sandstorms, bullet holes, dry gunshots, modest explosions and such all feel painfully real. I feel a terrifying sense of dread in the final scene, where it’s an aerial shot of actual ruins that goes on forever. It’s some that is completely impossible to replicate with special effects or CGI. The obsession of the film crew who risked their lives capturing reality is respectable. Even in the final scene, when the couple go on their separate ways on bus, there’s no dramatic reunion between them, just ruins and despondency. War could completely ruin one’s heart completely.

Moreso than being mere entertainment. Vukovar is a movie that educates you.

The Roles of Movies, Novels and Games

I believe movies and novels serve two purposes. The first purpose is entertainment that focuses primarily on amusement that “charm people with dreams.” The other meaning is to “bring attention to historical facts and events that people must never forget.” However, in the game world there still aren’t any titles that have traces of or brings attention to a theme. At the end, games still remain in the realm of playthings. What I want to make is an entertainment that has a trace of theme through interactive media. Metal Gear Solid, which has a theme of anti-war and anti-nukes, will be one step of that ideal. Oh, when will games have the power to appeal to reason?

Source

Game Hihyō Vol. 15 (July 1997)

[malecftw]

Distractions

A/n: so this was an idea I’d been playing with for a while. It’d been sitting in my drafts for like a month and rn I was just feeling best friends to lovers, a slow cute fic sooooo that’s what came out lol tadaaa. I’ve never really written for David or the Vlog Squad before but let me know if you liked this, maybe I’ll write more in the future. Hope you like it :)

Word count: 1814

Warnings: Idk if Jeff being rejected counts as a warning but here we are, I mentioned the word vagina and idk why but in the context it seemed weird but also okay so yh lmfao y am i acting like im 12

Masterlist.

The LA air was soft and warm, making a strand of hair fall out of your loose bun and tickle your cheek. LA seemed quiet at this time of day, the sun was beginning to set, golden hour was upon you. Lana Del Rey was playing on the background, her deep, soft voice flowing out into the crisp summer air through the open windows. The smell of food made it’s way into your nose, your stomach beginning to rumble at the thought of dinner. Heath, Scott, and Jeff were having a beer at the barbecue whilst Jason was grilling the various types of meat. Kristen, Mariah, Carly, Erin, and Corinna were setting out white plastic chairs in a circle on the grass. Rosé was being spilled, laughs were had and a carefree feeling overtook you.

You still couldn’t believe this was your life. You were living in one of the most famous, loved places on earth surrounded by good friends who were always looking out for you.  Your daydream was cut short when you got nudged in the side. Your head turned around to see Zane standing next to you, leaning on the glass just like you were. “What’s up?” “Not much.” He nodded and directed his eyes to the skyline of LA. “So when are you going to tell him?” He asked, not taking his eyes off of the beautiful view before you. “Probably never.” Your nails clicked slightly against your plastic cup, preferring a soft drink before having a glass of wine with dinner. “Why are you so hesitant. You’re perfect for each other.” You shrugged, being uncharacteristically comfortable with the topic around Zane. “I don’t know. I’ve been flirting with Jeff. I’m just going to look like a slut if I fess up now.” He clicked his tongue at your answer. “Please y/n. You were never in a committed relationship with Jeff. Hell, you never even kissed. He’ll get over it. And we know you, none of us would ever put your name and the word slut in the same sentence.”

A sigh escaped your mouth yet you didn’t have a chance to reply when Heath called out to Zane. He quickly squeezed your arm in comfort before heading over to the boys near the barbecue. You pushed yourself off of the glass and made your way inside. Enough with the overthinking, it was time to make yourself useful. “Nat, can I help?” Natalie looked up at you, pausing mixing the dressing and the salad for a second. “Sure y/n. Could you bring this over to the yard, just put it on the table.” She said with a smile and pushed the salad bowl into your hands. You just nodded and did what she asked. The notification sound of your phone distracted you as you set the bowl on the table and while you quickly replied you felt an arm being swung over your shoulder. “What’s up y/n? Why so quiet?” Jeff said, a silly smile on his face as his eyes screened over your expression. “Not now Jeff.” You shrugged off his arm and started walking away when he grabbed your arm, concerned for your obvious distress. “Hey what’s wrong?”

“Is everything okay here guys?” David walked up, noticing your tense figure and Jeff’s already apologetic one. He didn’t even know what was wrong but was already stressed thinking he was the cause. You looked back and forth between the two guys. Life was playing another trick on you and frankly, you were sick of it. Why couldn’t you just go for the obvious choice? You had a beautiful man right in front of you willing to take things to the next level but no. Instead, you had to fall for the one dude that wouldn’t notice an eager vagina if it slapped him across the face. 

As you were having this inner dialogue with yourself the two guys still looked at you, confused by your off behavior. “Nothing is okay David, just leave me alone.” You headed for the living room and David took your words like a man. “What the fuck did I do?” He shouted as he ran after you. “Nothing. That’s the problem.”

“Wait what? Y/n what the fuck?” Of course, he didn’t get it. You hadn’t made a move since you were too busy distracting yourself with Jeff. “I just... Just... Just drop it okay. It’s about me, myself and I don’t worry about it.” “Sure doesn’t sound like it.” You rolled your eyes but were secretly grateful for everyone staying outside to give you some privacy. You even notice Nat sneak out of the kitchen, feeling the uncomfortable switch in the room when you walked in.

“Y/n. Just talk to me. Remember that time when you accidentally spilled glue in my hair and we had to shave my head? Didn’t snitch on you then. I looked like a bald man child. I still didn’t snitch. And let me tell you, it wasn’t a look.” David said in a cute attempt to make you feel better. “Of course you didn’t snitch. It was your own fault. Who the hell decided to smack my hands with their head while I was holding an opened bottle of kids glue.” “I’m sorry I forgot to turn on my spidey sense, else I would’ve known you were standing right behind me before I stood up.” “It’s not my fault you were shorter than me.” David placed his hands over his heart, jokingly looking offended. “Ouch.” He teasingly took a couple of steps closer to you causing him to tower over you. “Not anymore though. Now you’re tiny.” You look up at him, arms crossed, confused and annoyed by your feelings for the big man child in front of you. “Now, tiny, are you actually gonna tell me what’s up or am I going to have to keep you hostage until you do?

A pressed sigh leaves your lips. Now or never. His expression turns more serious when he sees your big eyes gloss over. “Hey whatever it is, we can work it out. You and me.” “I’m not so sure about that.” “Well I am.” “I just don’t want to mess things up between us. You’re my best friend.” David immediately knew where this was going and a wide smile formed on his lips. “And?” He said teasingly, eager for the moment in which you’d fess up the same thing he’d been feeling for a while now. “Ugh David you’re a pain.” You say as you softly poke his stomach with your index fingers. “But am I going to be your pain?” His voice has turned hoarse, excited yet on edge. He never dreamed of going there with you. He never had those feelings for you. Until one day, he started seeing you in a different light. He couldn’t pinpoint one moment, it just slowly happened. At first he’d thought it was a silly random idea his mind for some reason made up, but he couldn’t help but think about it from time to time. Then he started getting used to the idea of you two together. It grew on him. Suddenly it didn’t seem weird, it didn’t seem awkward. It just seemed right. But then you’d started flirting with Jeff and David knew he had no chance.

Until now.

You swallowed loudly, your hands pausing, staying put on his sides. “If you want to be.” He nodded slightly, it was the only answer he needed before leaning in. He paused, needing your permission. He needed to know this was it. That this was something you both chose. You slightly pressed your fingers into the clothed skin of his sides, allowing him to connect your lips. It’s wasn’t earth-shattering, it wasn’t filled with sparks and fireworks. It was sweet, soft and gentle. It was what you both wanted. Needed. It wasn’t filled with sexual desire or incredible passion. It was the confirmation you’d both been waiting for. You’d found your person. Ironically enough, he’d been there all along. Love was a big word, you’d known you loved David for as long as you could remember. But back then, you loved him as your best friend.

You both pulled away smiling like idiots. You could see the love and happiness on his face, but he also looked pensive. “So what about Jeff?” You nodded. Of course, it looked really bad. “I like Jeff. I thought I could learn to love him. I needed to learn to love him. I was still waiting for the click in my brain, but it never happened which is why I never took it to the next level. It wouldn’t have been fair to him. He deserves better than a girl whose heart isn’t really in it.”

David’s eyes moved from you to something behind you so you turned around. Of course, like in any other predictable movie or show, Jeff was stood right there, leaning against the window frame. Your mouth fell open, You wouldn’t blame him if he was angry even if he didn’t seem that way right now. “Don’t worry about it y/n. It’s okay.” His thick New York accent filled the room. In a few big steps, he was stood right in front of you, looking to David quickly before grinning. His arms wrapped around your neck and kept you in a playful headlock, messing up your hair as he laughed. “You respected me enough to not go there with me. I appreciate that. At least now I still get to tease you and prank you. David’s lost those privileges.” Relief washed over you. This was the most drama-free ending to this situation you never thought you’d get. 

David put his hands in the air, looking happy and relieved as well that things went as smooth as they did cause let’s face it,... They rarely do. “Hey, as long as I get to film it that’s cool.” He said laughing and you smacked his chest. Jeff let go of you and shot you and David a smile before joining the others in the backyard. David sighed as he took you in his arms, looking down at you before bringing both of your attention to your intertwined fingers. “You ready baby?” He asked, voice high and excited to show off what had been his for the longest time but never really realized until now. You nodded and slowly made your way into the backyard. Jeff probably already told everyone since not a single soul seemed to question what had happened.  “Yes, baby girl you finally did it!” Zane shouted, holding up his beer and everyone cheered.

The smiles on each one of their faces only made it more clear to you.

This had never been a matter of if. 

This had been a matter of when.

[steves-legs]

My Brother’s Best Friend (Chris Evans x Reader)

Masterlist | Requests

Summary: Back home in Boston after your final year at Columbia University, you expect an easygoing and relaxed summer. But those plans go right out the window when your childhood crush, Chris, comes back home after filming a big movie, you see it as a chance to maybe have the summer fling you’d always hoped for. But the fact that he’s your older brother’s best friend may complicate that just a bit.

Warnings: swearing, drinking, fluff!!!, & some angst bc im feeling angsty

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You tap your index finger against the steering wheel to the beat of the song playing off your phone. You can’t help but feel a sense of contentment as you drive down the street you grew up on. Your music cuts out just before the chorus and your ringer goes off over your car’s speakers. You jump at the sound, letting out a soft gasp before you move to turn down the obnoxiously loud ringtone. You glance over at the screen for a moment. ‘Danny’. You tap the “Answer” button and rest your hands back on the steering wheel.

“What’s up?” “Hey, Y/N. You almost here?” your brother calls from his end. “Just pulling up. Why?” you ask as you turn into your parents’ driveway. There are a suspicious number of cars parked on the road in front of your parents’ house. “Oh, thank God. Mom's been buggin’ me about whether you were close or not. Dinner’s soon,” Danny says. You can hear your mother’s annoyed gasp from the other line. “Love you, mom,” he calls, hushing his voice to a whisper. “She’s gonna kill me.” “You’re damn right she is.” You slow to a halt right behind... Mr. Evans’ car. What the fuck? “You guys havin’ a party or something? A lot of, uh, cars on the street, Danny,” you ask, somewhat annoyed. You really just wanted to bring your bags in, say hi to everyone, eat dinner, and go the fuck to sleep immediately. You groan, shutting your car off and pulling your keys out of the ignition. You unplug and cradle your phone between your ear and your shoulder as you pack your things into your purse. You’ll get your other bags later. “Fuuuuuuck, the cars,” he groans. His voice hushes down into a whisper as he continues, “Yes. It was supposed to be a surprise.” You can hear him smack a hand over his forehead.

You can hear the sounds of laughter and chit-chat, as well as music from the backyard as you climb out of the car. You shut the door with a sharp snap and as if on cue, the voices and music die down almost immediately. “I’ll do my best to act surprised, don’t worry,” you snicker, not bothering to wait for a response before you hang up and make your way up to the front door. Of course, only the outer glass door is shut. The red front door is wide open, so you let yourself right in. You play the role of the unknowing surprise party victim and call out to your family members. “Mom? Dad? Danny? Red?” You even throw your dog’s name into the mix for maximum effect. “Y/N?” a voice that, though familiar, you know definitely doesn’t belong to any of your family members calls. You tilt your head to the left slightly, dropping your purse on the table in the front hall, and make your way towards the source. You head right through the doorway leading into the kitchen and see none other than Chris standing there, a beer in his hand. You can feel your heart rate increase almost immediately. That flimsy red shirt’s doing its absolute best to hold itself together under the strain of his muscles. The collar is frayed slightly, probably from being washed over and over. The little nicks in the fabric allow the thin chain round his neck to show. Did he somehow get even more ripped since the last time you’d seen him? He has the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows. He gives you an excited smile when he has visual confirmation that it is, in fact, you.

“Oh my God, Y/N! Hey!” he exclaims, setting his drink down and moving around the island counter to give you a hug. You take a few steps forward as well, wrapping your arms around his neck as his slide around your waist. “It’s been too long,” you hum, beginning to pull away from the hug. Chris lets his hands linger on your hips for a few seconds before he takes a step back to grab his beer. “I know, I haven’t seen you since, what, two Christmases ago? How have you been, miss college graduate?” he asks, beaming with pride. “Really great. I’m glad to be home for a bit,” you reply.

Chris nods along. “It is nice being home,” he agrees thoughtfully, taking a sip of his beer. “So what’s the plan after your time off? You gonna be producing my next big movie?” He smirks at you, a brow cocked. “We’ll see,” you sigh. “I actually scored an internship at some obscure film company in the city.” “Are you serious? That’s awesome,” he comments excitedly. “It’s alright, nothing too amazing yet but we’ll get there,” you sigh. Chris shrugs, taking another swig of his beer. “We all start somewhere. Who knows? Soon, maybe you’ll be head of Columbia Pictures or something.” “You flatter me, Christopher,” you say, letting out a soft laugh as you make your way past Chris and over to the fridge for your own ice-cold beer. You crack it open with the bottle opener on the counter. “But I think you think too much of me.” Chris is already turned to face you, his elbow propped against the marble countertop. “It’s not flattery, it’s the truth,” he replies sweetly. “You were always writing those insanely good scripts for your school plays... Writing scenes just for Scott and me to perform, for no reason other than so you could feel for the fluidity of the story. You’re talented, Y/N, whether you think so or not.” You raise your brows at Chris, a delicate smile crossing your lips. “Thank you,” you say softly. He only nods. “Don’t thank me, I’m just giving you a reality check, Y/N,” he teases. You roll your eyes, but before you can open your mouth to speak, the sound of the sliding door being thrown open distracts you.

You glance over as your brother storms right in, without closing the door behind him, and he stops dead in his tracks, turning his head to glare directly at you. “Y/N, serious question for you: do you know how old half of the people here are? Because they’ve been crouched real low behind the bushes for, like, quite a bit, just waitin’ to surprise you!” Danny exclaims, glaring down at you. He turns to fire at Chris, who can’t help but let out a short snort at your brother’s over-the-top attitude. “And you! You’re nothing but a little enabler! Get your ass outside!” Danny hikes his thumb towards the back door and Chris, a massively goofy grin plastered on his face, suppresses a laugh as he waves you off and heads towards the door. “Sorry...” You can’t help the lingering grin on your face, though you truly are a tad sorry. “Don’t say sorry to me, say sorry to our arthritic grandfather,” he bites back, squinting at you as he ushers you around the island and out through the sliding door right after Chris. He keeps walking through the crowd of people and back over by where Dodger had chosen to lounge, in the shade under the oak tree with the swing tied to it.

A mess of family members, family friends, and your own hometown friends all leap out from behind the bushes, trees, and fence and scream collectively, “SURPRISE!” with a few stray “WELCOME HOME”‘s. You don’t even have to feign your look of surprise; you’re honestly shocked this many people missed you enough to come to your homecoming party. You let out a scream, laughing into your hands as you recover from your glee. “Oh my God!” you cry out. You glance back at your brother, who has an eyebrow cocked at you. You throw your arms around him happily, turning to wave to everyone as they shout hello’s and ‘we missed you’s. Your parents enter your line of vision with arms open for a hug and, of course, you hug them back. You snuggle between your mother and father in a sea of ‘I missed you’s and ‘I’m so glad you’re home’s. You finally pull away from them and, a soft grin on your face, begin to speak. “God, okay, I will talk to you guys later. I gotta talk to some of the guests,” you say softly. “Thank you... for doing this. It’s nice.” “Of course, of course. Go be a good host,” your mother teases pushing you out towards the party. Everyone had already gone back to their own personal conversations. Well, all except your childhood best friend, Talia. She’s standing there, audibly squealing and therefore effectively alerting you of her presence mere moments before her arms shoot around your shoulders. She’s got you trapped in one of her world-famous hugs. “Y/N!” she exclaims happily. You giggle, returning the gesture. “I missed you so much, Talia,” you exclaim. “I have a lot of juicy college-grade party shit to talk to you about.” “Shit, I... Shit... Can’t wait to....” she trails off. You cock an eyebrow at her, obviously perplexed by her out-of-character behavior. Talia has her eyes darting past you, though. She can’t stop glancing over your shoulder. “Did... did something happen with you and Chris recently?” she asks suspiciously. You eye your best friend with an equal amount of skepticism. “Uh, nothing I’m not aware of. Why?” “On your six... But don’t look too quickly. Make it look nonchalant!” she orders, rather loudly. You roll your eyes, peeking over your shoulder to see Chris eyeing you. His eyes are fixated on you in a way you’d never seen from him before- especially not directed at you. He gives you a soft, flirtatious smirk and, like the cherry on fucking top, winks. You give him a small smile before whirling your head back around to glare at Talia, brows furrowed. “What about him?” you ask. Talia slaps a hand over her forehead. “He’s been watching you this whole time, Danny had to come in to collect you because you were so enthralled in whatever conversation you two were having, he more-than-triple-checked the time of this party just to be sure he’d be here when you got here. He just fucking winked at you, Y/N, and he--” She’s counting each reason on her fingers as she goes. You hold a hand up, cutting her off before she can continue. “Talia, I know Chris more than anyone. He’s one of my best friends and I promise that he’s just a big flirt. He likes to flirt.” “I’m just saying, you two have always had such amazing chemistry that I’d be surprised if I didn’t get a Save the Date for your wedding in the next two years,” she snickers, taking a sip of whatever concoction she’d stirred up in her solo cup. “I still have that sketchbook where we drew up our own personal wedding plans. I could dust it off and hand it to Chris; he’d get the hint.”

You open your mouth to speak, but immediately bite your tongue as your brother’s arm slings around your shoulder. He leans against you, forcing you to lean a bit more to the right to keep straight. “We gossipin’?” he teases. Your roll your eyes, pushing his arm off of you. “Mind your business, Daniel,” Talia interjects. Danny feigns a look of pain, a hand to his chest.  “But I’m sooo nosey... Please share?” You give Talia a pleading look and she takes the reigns, understanding fully. “She’s just pissed that her parents invited the Robinsons,” she snickers. You have to hand it to her, it’s believable.

Back in elementary school, you unashamedly beat up the eldest Robinson boy when he wouldn’t stop teasing you about your braces (yes, you had braces). He deserved it, yes, but you had broken the poor guy’s nose.

You nod along with Talia’s story, eyes darting over towards Chris once again. Danny eyes you suspiciously, fully aware of where your eyes are, but doesn’t comment on it. “Okaaaaaay,” he murmurs. “Well, I’m sure Eli Robinson isn’t planning on bullying you anymore, so buck up and talk to the rest of our guests!” “You never know. He might notice some teensy, tiny flaw, somehow, and start throwing hands,” Talia snickers. Danny rolls his eyes. He lets his arm drop from around your shoulders and calls Chris over. You glance over your shoulder as he gets up from the blue lawn chair slowly and starts heading over. Dodger pads up behind his master as he nears you. You whip your head back around to give Talia a pleading look, but she’s got her expectant eyes on Chris as he nears. ”Yes! Yes! Yes!” she squeals. “We haven’t gotten a chance to catch up with him yet!” No. No. No. No. No.

“Yeah?” Chris’s soft voice asks as he plants himself on your left. Your so-called best friend grins up at him like a fool as Danny, turning to Chris, begins to speak. “Can you babysit? Y/N’s afraid she’ll fistfight Eli if not properly supervised.” “Uh,” the blond glances down at you, a brow cocked as he takes a swig of his beer. “Yeah, I mean, any excuse to hang out with Y/N.” You shudder. Danny cocks an eyebrow. “This was supposed to be a punishment. I’m supposed to be killing two birds with one stone.” “What did I do?” Chris demands, raising his voice with a laugh. Talia still has that idiotic grin plastered on her face. It tells you that she remembers Chris and Danny’s banter just as vividly as you. “You’re sittin’ over there, obviously hung up on some mystery chick, and you won’t even tell me anything about her. You’ve been dropping vague comments about her for the past week and it’s getting annoying! Even Dodge’s pissed! Right?” You feel your heart drop as Danny glances down at Dodger and receives a sharp bark in response. “He said no,” Chris replies, obviously tense.  “Well, Dodger is a compulsive liar. I don’t know why I looked to him in the first place,” Danny retorts. Chris rolls his eyes, easing back into a comfortable posture as your brother continues on. “If you’re not gonna tell me anything about the girl, drop any hints about Age of Ultron, or do sports with me, what’s the point of being bro’s with a famous guy?” he sneers teasingly, his voice dropping into his frat boy impression when he says ‘bro’.

They joked like this all the time, especially since Chris got launched into stardom. Really, they loved each other. They were best friends. Danny was one of the many people outside of his family that Chris felt kept him grounded. And, well, Danny joked that Chris was just another guy to slowly schmooze into buying him a car, ‘like those YouTuber kids do’.

“God, where would you be if I hadn’t made it big?” “Playing Captain America, probably,” “That right?” Chris quips. You sigh. “Yeah. And probably gettin’ the girl, unlike you.”

Chris shakes his head. “No, trust me, you wouldn’t want her.” Danny narrows his eyes at Chris, an uncomfortable silence hovering over the four of you. Dodger whines impatiently before he nuzzles up to your leg. You reach down to pat him gently before he prances off, probably to attend a more... jovial conversation.

“D-Danny’s just being an asshole, Chris,” you stammer, trying to smooth over how uncomfortable this encounter had become. Talia sees this and speaks up, “... And this asshole is gonna drive me to get more alcohol since I’m sorta drunk and he is not.” Before Danny can come up with any defense, Talia grabs him by the forearm and yanks him towards the side gate. You glance up at Chris. “Sorry,” you say softly. “You’re his baby sister. I get it. Remember how much I used to mess with Scotty back in the day?” He shrugs. You let out a soft laugh. “I don’t remember anything as vividly as I remember when you convinced him to pee his pants on the front lawn,” you tease. Chris groans audibly. “It was so mean,” he says, trying to remain serious despite his laughter.

He points down to your half-empty beer. “Want another?” he asks. You chug down the remainder of your drink and reply with a short, soft-spoken ‘yes’. He grins. “Attagirl.” You follow him through the crowd, weaving between conversation circles, and up onto the patio, both of you dropping your empty bottles into the recycling bin as you make your way over to the oversized cooler. Chris kneels down and peels it open. You follow suit and the two of you gaze into the ‘Adults-Only’ red cooler expectantly. “Pick your poison,” he says softly, reaching for another beer. You shake your head. “Nothing’s jumping out at me,” you sigh, shaking your head. Chris lets the cooler close with a soft thud. “Well, now we have some thinkin’ to do. What would you want to drink for your last meal?” You lean back slightly, taken aback by how quickly he’d turned the conversation into a hypothetical in which you were on death row. “Uhm,” you ponder this for a moment before responding. “Somethin’ much stronger than a measly 8% beer.” You run your fingertips along the circular curvature of the bottom of his beer bottle. You don’t mean for the gesture to be so... obscene, somehow, but it is. Chris’s cheeks flush red. He stumbles over his words for a moment. “Wh-W-Wh... What do you have in mind?” he asks, swallowing hard. You cock an eyebrow. The man who can’t be moved is running full-speed into whatever he thinks you have planned. “Whiskey,” you reply, taking a step back. You make your way past him, shoulders brushing as you head through the sliding door and into the kitchen. Chris follows, like a lost puppy.

You sashay around the island counter and find yourself a glass. “Want some?” you ask, glancing over at Chris as he closes the sliding door behind him. He nods, setting his beer down on the counter absentmindedly. You reach up for a second identical glass and make your way over to the small alcohol tray and peruse for the exact whiskey you're looking for. You pour Chris’s first and hand it to him before pouring your own. “Thank you,” he says softly, holding his glass up. You give him a lopsided smile as you clink your glass with his and you both down your drinks. You pour another for each of you. The combination of your first beer and a glass of whiskey sends a familiar warmth through your veins. You let out a shaky breath. “Can I ask you something without it coming off strange?” he asks softly. You gaze up at him as you lean forward on your elbows over the island counter. He stands still on the opposite side, between two of the barstools. “Maybe. Ask away.” “Do you have a boyfriend down in New York?” he asks. You feel your body tense up, but you don’t let your being caught off-guard show through. “No, I don’t,” you purr, doing your best to keep a poker face. “Is this... mystery gal anything serious?” Chris watches you for a long time, throwing back his second drink. “She could be,” he replies, swallowing rather hard. You shake your head. “Crying shame,” you reply, straightening out and finishing off your drink. You can hear the soft sounds of the Teskey Brothers playing even from inside the house. “Why’s that?” You ignore his question, moving right ahead with yours. “Do I know her?” “Who?” “The girl,” you reply suspiciously. Chris shakes his head. “If I won’t tell Danny, what makes you think that I’d tell you?” “Because I love my bother, but he’s an idiot and you know it.” Chris lets out a hearty laugh. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Yeah, you know her,” he says softly. You shake your head, smiling despite your heart aching. “Oh my God, just tell me already,” you practically beg. Chris sighs, setting down his glass with resignation. “She... I don’t think I should...” he says softly. “I don’t know if I’m ready for everyone to know about it yet. I��m not sure it’ll happen.” You gaze up at Chris with resignation. You know you’re not gonna get an answer out of him, so you yield. “I bet. Well, I’m gonna head back out, okay? I really don’t want a babysitter all day,” you reply sharply, not really listening when Chris retorts with some silly comment.

...

The homecoming party goes on for a few more hours before people start saying their goodbyes. You try not to make it obvious, but you are overjoyed that you get to sleep in your old bed again. You see Talia chatting with Danny in the hallway by the bathroom and you, without another word, shut the door behind Mrs. Robinson and make your way upstairs. You drag your feet somewhat as you make your way down the familiar hallway and finally stop in front of your old bedroom door. It’s cracked open slightly and your bedside lamp is on, to your surprise, so you push the door open a little further to see Chris gazing down into one of your photo albums. “You lost?” you singsong. Chris jumps about ten feet into the air, spinning around to face you. “S-Sorry, Y/N, I just... I remembered you had these. I should’ve asked, I know, but--” You hold a hand up to cut him off as you move to sit on your bed. “You’re acting so jumpy, Chris...” you comment. He sighs, shutting the dark blue photo album and pushing it back into its spot on the shelf. “I guess I am,” he agrees, sitting on the bed beside you. He’s silent for some time after that, gazing at his shoes as though they were the most interesting things in the world. You nudge his shoulder with yours to get his attention. He glances up at you and gives you a soft smile. “What’s up? C’mon, talk to me,” you say. “What do you mean?” “Don’t play stupid. I’ve known you my whole life.”

He nods. “Yeah...” “So tell me what’s been on your mind,” you say, laying a head on his shoulder. “I’m a really good listener, I promise.” Chris gives you a look, his breath hitching in his throat for a moment. “This girl, I’ve known her forever. Hell, I’ve liked her like this for a few years now. I’m just afraid it’ll--” “Ruin it if she doesn’t feel the same,” you sigh. Chris nods as his fingers lace in yours. It surprises you, but you don’t comment on it. You don’t want to spoil the moment. “Exactly...” he breathes. You watch his chest rise and fall rhythmically. Your heart rate rises steadily. “She probably does,” you say simply. Chris glances down at you. “What do you mean?” “There’s no reason she wouldn’t like you, Chris. You’re a sweet, funny, talented mama’s boy who believes in equality. Also, you’ve got a great ass and you play Captain America. If Tumblr loves you, then chances are she will, too,” you say thoughtfully, doing your best not to stumble over your words. Chris doesn’t say anything for a long time. He turns to face you a little more, one leg folded on the bed and the other over the edge of the bed. “Y/N,” he says softly. You mirror his position, your knee pressed against his. “Yes?” “Can I do something stupid right now?” he asks. He’s nervous. You’d never seen him this way before. “Maybe,” you reply, a sly grin on your face. Chris leans forward, eyes fluttering shut. You close yours as well, leaning in for a moment you’d only admitted to Talia about dreaming of. Your lips inches from one another’s, he pauses. ”You’re okay with this?” he asks. You nod. “I’m gonna need you to use your words, little lady.” ”Yes,” you reply firmly. Chris’s hand is on your cheek in an instant, steadying himself as he presses a kiss to your lips. Your arms shoot around his neck, his scruff scaping gently at your soft skin as you kiss him back, your entire body heating up. You feel Chris’s heart pounding against his skin as you press your chest flush against his. Just when his hands slide down to your waist, you begin to feel his innate dominance take over. He pushes you down onto your back, onto the bed. His hands slowly make their way up from your hips to your hair, which he tugs rather aggressively. But you’re no sooner pried apart by the sound of Danny’s voice echoing down the hall, Talia’s giggling along. Chris sits up straight, hands folded on his lap. You reel back into reality and leap forward for the photo album. You flip it open to a random page as you sit back down beside Chris, feigning a laugh. Chris understands and relaxes, pointing to a picture and asking some dumb question. Talia and Danny make their way over to your bedroom and stand in the doorway like proud parents. “Wouldja look at ‘em?” she hums. “Seems like just yesterday he was spraying her with a hose while she was wearing a white t-shirt.” “That was her to him, Daniel,” Talia snickers. “God, you’re the worst,” you glower, narrowing your eyes at Dennis the Menace as an all-powerful duo. “We can hear you,” Chris comments. “No dip, doofus,” Talia giggles. “Get out of my room, Danny!” you exclaim, getting to your feet. “I’m not in your room, Y/N!” Danny shouts back in a mocking tone, pointing down at the floor around your doorframe. “This is your room.” “Mooooom!” you roar, stomping your foot. “Daniel!” your mother calls from somewhere in the house. “I’m not in her room!?” “Danny, listen to your mother!” Mr. (Y/L/N) shouts from his bedroom, just down the hall. “Alright! Alright! I yield!” Danny cries, taking another step back. “Talia and I were just wondering if you guys wanted to go out back and start a bonfire. There are a lot of people from high school who couldn’t make it to dinner that wanted to see you today.”

You glance over at Chris and he shrugs. “You gonna stay?” “Yeah, sure. I’ll get Scott and Carly to come back,” he says, pulling his phone from his back pocket. You glance up at your brother, slamming the photo album shut. “Sure,” you reply. Danny nods and heads out down the hall, already sending out a mass text. But Talia doesn’t move. “Holy fucking shit,” she says softly. You cock an eyebrow at her before following her line of sight to Chris’s... ahem... prominent erection. Chris glances up, confused at first, but soon a realization washes over him. He yanks the photo album from you and presses it over his crotch sheepishly. “Please don’t tell Danny,” he begs.

[teenwolffanclub-me]

Season 1, Episode 3: Pack Mentality

Hey there beautiful reader! If you’re new here, this is a series I’m writing where each chapter is an episode from the first season of Teen Wolf. If you’ve been here before, hey! I missed you! Previous and future chapters are linked at the end of each part if you want to catch up.

Pairing: Stiles x Psychic! Reader (eventually)

P.S. Derek is *ominous* and Scott is a dumbass.

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“I don’t know, it just feels like something is off.” Allison groaned from beside me. 

Lydia, who was heading to lunch with us on my other side, rolled her eyes. I couldn’t really blame her. Allison had been complaining about Scott’s odd behavior this morning for the past five minutes. Apparently, he was avoiding her. 

It’d been exactly one week since my weird encounter with Scott and Stiles last Friday. I hadn’t spoken to either of them since. Stiles had tried cornering me in the halls on several occasions, but I managed to get away each time. I honestly wanted nothing to do with them or their supernatural problems. 

I just wanted to be normal for once. 

So imagine my horror when Lydia went straight for their table in the cafeteria. Allison looked all too happy for another chance to talk to Scott, but I just stood frozen in place. 

I knew it wouldn’t be possible to avoid them forever—Beacon Hills isn’t a huge town—but I wasn’t ready to confront them again yet. As I finally approached the table after everyone else, the two boys stared at me before sharing a long look. 

Well, that can’t mean anything good. 

“Why are they sitting with us?” Stiles leaned across the table to ask Scott, who just shrugged, as we all sat down. Man, someone needs to teach this guy how to whisper. 

Scott ended up sandwiched between Lydia and Allison. Danny plopped down beside Stiles and Jackson took the chair at the head of the table. The only option left for me was on Stiles’ other side, so I begrudgingly sat there. I felt his eyes on me but did my best to ignore it. 

“So, I hear they’re saying it was some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar?” Danny played with his apple and leaned his elbows on the table. 

I assumed he was talking about the poor man who’d been brutally attacked in one of the school busses overnight. There were enough rumors going around school to host an entire newscast, but no one really knew anything for sure. 

“I heard mountain lion.” Jackson corrected. 

“A cougar is a mountain lion.” Lydia muttered, seemingly embarrassed to know that fact. She constantly downplayed her intelligence, but I knew she was practically a genius. 

Jackson furrowed his brows at her in annoyance. “Who cares? The guy was probably just some homeless tweaker who was gonna die anyway.” 

Stiles put down his half peeled orange and fished his phone from his back pocket. Within seconds he had a news article about the incident pulled up. 

“Actually, I just found out who it is. Check it out.” He put his phone in the middle of the table so everyone could see.

I had to lean forward to get a glimpse of the small screen, which had my shoulder just a couple inches shy of resting on Stiles’ arm. I chewed on my bottom lip as I felt the warmth from his body. He let out a quick huff and stiffened beside me, so I took that as a sign to back away. My cheeks grew hot as I leaned back into my chair and avoided his wandering gaze. 

The video he played stated that the victim was a bus driver for the district. Stiles and Scott shared a wide-eyed look that told me there was more to the story before Lydia changed the subject to a double date she wanted Allison and Scott to go on tonight. 

They both looked uncomfortable with the idea, but eventually agreed, even after Jackson said it would be more fun to stab himself in the face with his fork than hangout with Scott. A little dramatic, if you ask me. But whatever. I was just glad I wouldn’t have to sit through it with them.

Lunch ended shortly after, and everyone dissipated quickly. I had plans to meet Allison at our lockers after school so she could drive me home in her new car, but I wouldn’t see any of my friends until then. 

I collected my things and stood to leave, but stopped when a hand wrapped around my bicep. 

“Not so fast.” It was Stiles. He looked from side to side before leaning only a few inches away and once again failing at whispering. “Have you told them?” 

“Told who what?” I decided to play dumb and he cocked his head at me in annoyance. 

“Come on, Y/N. You know what I mean. The wolfy stuff?” He waved his free hand around as he talked. 

“Look, I don’t want anything to do with you, Scott, or the supernatural.” I tried to make that sound believable. It wasn’t that I was lying. Its’s just, without all the weird things going on, I would love to be both his and Scott’s friends. I just couldn’t risk getting involved in this kind of thing.

His eyes twitched at me and I sighed. “I don’t plan on telling anyone.” 

“Okay. Good. Because Derek and Scott? They can’t afford...” 

Out of nowhere, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over me. Stiles’ voice faded away until all I could hear was a low ringing in my ears. The ground tilted beneath me and I stumbled to the side, growing faint. Stiles’ eyes widened and he pulled me upright with the hand that was still holding onto me. 

I could see his lips moving, but no sound reached my ears. It was like his words had somehow triggered an episode. I closed my eyes tightly but instantly regretted that decision as images flashed through my mind quickly. It was Scott, fighting someone. Or something. He was in a dilapidated building that looked like it was going to crumble to the ground any second.

After a moment I realized it was the Hale house, and the monster he was fighting was Derek. He looked different. Almost animalistic. Like...a wolf. 

I gasped myself out of the vision, and Stiles’ panicked voice filled my ears in a rush.

“What is that? What are you doing? Are you having a stroke or something?”

I tried to catch my breath and piece together everything I’d just seen. Whatever it was, I gathered that Scott would be in serious danger if he came anywhere near Derek today. I hesitated, not wanting to sound crazy, but then remembered Stiles had just seen that whole thing. 

“You can’t let Scott go to Derek’s tonight.” I sounded way more worried than I’d meant to as I hurried to get the words out.

“Derek?” Stiles’ thin brows pinched in question. “We had him arrested a few days ago.” 

I blinked, surprised. I knew he was in jail, because I’d heard the Sheriff talking in the hall this morning about his upcoming release. But I had no idea Scott and Stiles were to blame. That might explain why Derek would want to kill Scott...

“You didn’t hear? He was released this morning. They determined the animal that attacked the bus driver was a...” I trailed off, my eyes growing wide as I put the pieces together. “Wolf.”

Stiles’ face mirrored the horror I felt inside as he finally let go of my arm and stumbled back a few steps. “Yeah. We’re dead.”

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I fidgeted with my hands in my lap as I sat on Allison’s bed. She and Lydia were picking out what they wanted to wear for their double date tonight, but I could hardly focus on a word they were saying.

My stomach was in knots and my anxiety was only rising with each passing minute. I didn’t even know Scott well, but the thought of him being killed by Derek was still unsettling. I’d already figured out that Derek is a werewolf. And most likely a murderer.

The police and hospital staff determined that a wolf killed the bus driver, but there haven’t been any wolf sightings in Beacon Hills for nearly sixty years. 

Yes, I looked it up.

All signs pointed to Derek, and I could feel that my earlier vision was getting progressively closer to coming true. I had no idea how, but if my jitters were any indication, nothing good was coming. 

“Y/N?” I snapped back into the present at the sound of Lydia’s voice. 

I looked up from my hands to see that both of them were staring at me expectantly. 

“Um.” I cleared my throat. “What?” 

Lydia rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. “I said, Allison’s taste is dwindling by the minute. Don't you agree? Come take a look.”

I hesitantly joined them at her closet and flicked through her clothes. They weren't terrible by any means. Definitely not mine or Lydia’s style, but they didn't have to be. I found a black shirt with glittering sequins on the front and pulled it free. 

“What about this?”

Lydia hummed and watched Allison hold it up after she’d taken it from me. 

Just then, Allison’s bedroom door popped open gently. Her dad walked in with a pleasant smile on his lips. He was pulling his arms through a green jacket that complimented his red flannel shirt, but stopped with one arm still free. 

His eyes traveled over the three of us. “Sorry, I forgot to knock.” 

Lydia threw herself on the bed and landed with one arm propped beneath her head and the other on her hip. What the hell was she doing and why was she making that seductive face? “Hey, Mr. Argent.”

Allison tucked her hair behind her ears and dropped the shirt beside Lydia. “Dad. Did you need something?”

Her demeanor had instantly changed the second he walked in. I knew they had a good relationship for the most part, but she clearly didn’t approve of him being in here right now. 

“I wanted to tell you that you’re staying in tonight.” He continued putting on his jacket casually, as if he didn’t just ruin her plans.

“What? I’m going out with my friends tonight.” Her eyes widened in shock at his words. 

I suddenly felt out of place. The last thing I wanted to listen to was one of my friends fighting with their parents. It just was plain awkward. Lydia sat up on the bed and I could’ve sworn I saw a little disappointed frown pull at her lips. 

“Not while some animal is out there attacking people.” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe that Allison wanted to leave the house at all. 

I mean, he had a point. There was a psycho killer out there. They just didn’t know that it also happened to be a mythical creature. And a brooding recluse in leather.

“Dad! I... I’m—” Allison raised her voice and threw her arms down in frustration. 

“Hey, hey.” Her dad interrupted with a stern look. “It’s out of my hands. There’s a curfew. No one’s allowed out past nine thirty.”

I had actually forgotten about that. It was pretty dumb, really. It wasn’t like an animal would look at the clock and say, “Oh, crap. It’s not nine thirty yet. Can’t attack anyone for ten more minutes.”

Allison’s dad turned to leave and she huffed. Looks like they’ll have to find another way to go on their date. 

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It was nearly midnight now, and I hadn’t heard any grief filled screaming from next door, so I figured Scott was okay. The car in the driveway let me know that his mom was home and I took that as another good sign. He probably was too. I needed to stop freaking out. 

I was home alone, which didn’t help. There wouldn’t be anyone here to distract me from my mounting anxiety until five in the morning, when mom got off of work. To pass the time, I put on a random trash reality show and laid mindlessly on the couch.

I didn’t want to think right now. I wanted a distraction from the craziness that was ensuing all around me, and TV was always reliable.

I nearly had a heart attack when someone began aggressively banging on the front door. It wasn’t even close to normal knocking. No, it was I’m being chased by an axe murderer and you need to let me in right now before I’m decapitated kind of hammering.

I jumped to my feet and jogged to the door to see who it was, afraid something was wrong. I pressed my eye to the peep hole and frowned in confusion, the wood vibrating beneath my fingers. The incessant pounding continued up until the very moment I swung the door open.

I stared expectantly at the boy in front of me, who still had his right hand raised as if he were going to continue trying to wake up the whole damn neighborhood.

“Scott’s not home.” Stiles somehow managed to be out of breath from the short walk between our houses.

A few tense beats of silence passed between us as I waited for him to continue. When it was clear that he wasn’t going to, I prodded. “And?”

“And that’s bad. Very very bad.”

I let my eyes sweep over him, half convinced that he was drunk or something. He wasn’t making any sense. For starters, why would I care if Scott is home or not? And why was he in such a frenzy over it? It looked like he’d jumped out of bed and ran straight here. He was only wearing a pair of dark wash jeans and a grey t-shirt with a skull on it, so I knew he hadn’t taken his time in getting ready. If he had, he’d be wearing at least two other layers. 

“I already checked Allison’s. His mom thought he was still on the date. He isn’t answering any of my texts.” Stiles was rambling, clearly very worked up.

I moved to pull my phone out of my back pocket. “I’ll just call Allison, I’m sure she knows where—”

“No!” Stiles slapped it out of my hand and I watched as it clattered onto the concrete a few feet away.

My jaw dropped in shock and his eyes widened as if realizing what he just did. He stood frozen for a moment before scooping it up and shoving it into the pocket of his jacket.

“Are you crazy? Give that back.” I took a small step outside, but didn’t go far. I still wasn't wearing any shoes. 

He shook his head quickly. “He has to be at Derek’s. You’re coming with me.” 

“Okay, now I know you’re crazy.” I let out a humorless laugh but grew serious again when he just stared at me with his wide caramel eyes. “Why would I come with you?”

“All I have is my Jeep and a baseball bat, but I need to make sure he’s okay. I’m slightly terrified. And I have your phone.”

I frowned. So he was holding it hostage now. There was no way I would ever willingly set foot on that property again. The last time I was there, I saw half of a dead body. I did not want to see the other half. Or a new dead body, like Scott’s.

There was absolutely no way.

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The Jeep skidded to a stop outside the Hale house. It was so abrupt that I whipped forward in the passenger seat, my face just barely missing the dashboard due to my seatbelt.

Stiles sent me a sheepish, lopsided smile before bolting from the car. I rolled my eyes up to the sky and sighed. I was so going to regret this.

I jumped out and followed him to the front door, noticing that Scott’s bike was laying beside the porch. I silently pointed at it and Stiles stiffened as he stood with one hand on the door. That wasn’t exactly a good sign.

Suddenly, Scott’s voice echoed from inside.

“Derek! I know you’re here. I know what you did!” He sounded frantic.

Stiles immediately ran into the house and I had no choice but to follow. Scott whipped around at the sound of the door slamming open. His wide eyes moved from Stiles to me in confusion.

“I didn't do anything.” Derek’s disembodied voice drifted from somewhere upstairs.

Seemingly forgetting about our existence, Scott turned back to the wide staircase in front of him.

“You killed him!” He called upward.

He must be talking about the bus driver. It was only logical that Derek was the murderer, but why Scott thought it was a good idea to confront him about it, I had no idea. He must have a death wish. My heart started hammering in my chest. I didn’t want to be anywhere near the guy. 

“He died...” Derek responded, sounding as ominous as ever.

Scott took the first step. “Like your sister died?”

His sister?

“My sister was missing.” His voice raised a little in anger. He was still nowhere to be seen. “I came here looking for her.”

“Well, you found her.” Scott continued moving up the stairs slowly, looking for Derek with each movement.

“I found her in pieces! Being used as bait to catch me!” His voice echoed throughout the entire house now as he grew louder. Scott was pissing him off, which was quite possibly the dumbest thing I’d ever witnessed.

Oh, shit. The body in the yard was his sister. My blood ran cold. What kind of sick bastard kills their own family? Being here was such a bad idea. 

Scott was at the top of the stairs now, turning in circles slowly. “I think you killed them both, and I’m going to tell everyone. Starting with the sheriff.”

Stiles stiffened beside me at the mention of his father. I didn’t blame him. He may be the sheriff, but that didn't exactly qualify him to investigate supernatural murders. I saw a shadow shift upstairs and my heart plummeted into my stomach.  

“Watch out!” I called, but it was too late.

Derek appeared from the darkness and shoved Scott down the stairs violently. I gasped and covered my mouth as he tumbled down like a rag doll. Derek just stood at the top, watching. Stiles jerked into motion, running to his side as he lay crumbled on the hardwood floors.

Scott pushed himself up to his knees and groaned. Then, he lifted his head and growled loudly at Stiles. His eyes widened in fear and he stumbled back, falling on his ass. He scrambled away as fast as he could, rejoining my side.

All I could do was stare with wide eyes, my jaw almost hitting the floor. Scott looked half animal, half human. His eyes were glowing bright yellow, his brow was thicker, his ears were pointy, and he had deadly long canines. His fingernails had been replaced by lethal claws. He was in full werewolf mode.

Derek jumped down the entire staircase in one fluid motion. When he landed gracefully on his feet, Stiles gripped my arms and tugged me backwards. I stumbled into him, my back hitting his chest, but I was too shocked by the sight before me to move away. We ducked down beside the staircase. 

The two werewolves stared at each other for a long moment before Scott clutched the lapels of Derek’s jacket and threw him into the air. I couldn’t help but gasp as he went flying through a nearby wall. Scott was strong as hell, which would be cool in any other situation, but right now it was kind of terrifying. The house fell into silence as Derek collected himself in the other room.

“Get out of here.” Scott growled in our direction, his voice thick and guttural.

He didn’t need to tell me twice. I was about to do just that, when Derek came striding back into the foyer. I froze in a half crouched position until Stiles pulled me back down against him. If we weren't in danger right now, I would've blushed at our close proximity. My back was pressed to his chest again, and he had a hand clasped around one of my shoulders to hold me in place. 

“That was cute.” Derek slowly removed his leather jacket and discarded it on the floor. 

Oh, God. That couldn't be good. 

The two beasts growled at each other while walking in circles before Derek suddenly lifted Scott by the shoulders and slammed him back into a wall right in front of where we hid. Stiles let go of my shoulder to grip one of my hands tightly as we stumbled up the stairs, having nowhere else to go.

Derek looked utterly petrifying. He was way bigger than Scott, and clearly stronger. He was pretty much handing him his ass in this fight already, but it looked like he was holding back at the same time. I didn’t doubt for a second that he could easily end it at any moment.

He landed punch after punch, and all Stiles and I could do was watch. At that moment, I realized he hadn’t even brought his bat inside. We were utterly useless.

It seemed to go on forever. Scott landed some punches, but it was nothing compared to the damage Derek was doing. I let out a shaky breath when I realized I’d been holding it in for several seconds. I cringed as Derek lifted Scott into the air by his neck, only to slam him down onto the floor. He repeated this action several times, until Scott was left groaning on the ground in a crumpled heap. 

Then, they both shifted back to normal. 

“I didn’t kill him.” Derek clenched his fists and took a threatening step toward Scott. “Neither of us did. It’s not your fault, and it’s not mine.”  

“This? This is all your fault! You ruined my life!” Scott, being the dumbass that he is, got in Derek’s face and yelled his frustrations. 

“No, I didn’t.” Derek insisted, raising his voice a little too. 

“You’re the one who bit me.”

“No, I’m not.” 

I shifted uncomfortably beside Stiles. It looked like the fighting was over, but that didn't make me want to be here any more. This place would give me the creeps even if there weren’t two werewolves bickering in front of me.

“This seems like a private conversation.” I muttered and popped to my feet. He spazzed out and grabbed my arms quickly. 

“Are you insane?” He forced me back down with a glare. 

“What?!” Scott suddenly shouted, and I jumped. 

“I’m not the one who bit you.” 

Scott fell back onto a nasty green couch behind him. That news had taken the air right from his lungs. He stared at the dusty floors for a long moment, processing. “There’s another...”

“Its called an alpha. It’s the most dangerous of our kind. You and I, we’re betas. This thing is more powerful, more animal, than either of us. My sister came here looking for him. Now I’m trying to find him, but I don’t think I can do it without you.” Derek was looking at Scott intensely, urging him to listen. To help him. 

I wasn't entirely sure that he was even telling the truth. It really did look like he killed that girl. His sister. Half of her was buried in his yard, for God’s sake. We didn't know him at all. Why should be just believe him?

“Why me?” Scott asked breathlessly. It seemed he was a lot more willing to go along with this. 

“Because he’s the one that bit you.” I stiffened. Didn't that mean they were somehow connected? I’d done as much reading about werewolves as possible, but there wasn't as much online as you would think.

“You’re part of his pack. It’s you, Scott. You’re the one he wants.” 

“You don't believe this, do you?” I whispered to Stiles, who shook his head solemnly. 

“Not for a second.”

Episode 2, Part Two      Episode 4

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The ‘Vampire Clan’ Killer.

November 25, 1996. 

Everything seemed normal; a quiet night, a quiet home. Jennifer Wendorf, 17, had been out much later than she was supposed to. Hurriedly, but quietly, she made her way home and stepped inside. Her eyes landed on her father, Richard Wendorf, lying on the couch and a wave of relief washed over her. She had made it, she thought. She wasn’t caught. Then she made her way into the kitchen. The relief she just previously felt shot out of her body like a wave of electricity. 

Blood pooled on the tile around the lifeless body of her mother, Naomi Ruth Queen (Wendorf). As she glanced around the room, she noticed blood had not only covered a large portion of the kitchen floor, but also splattered just about everywhere else: on the walls, and even the ceiling. Panicking, she ran back out to check on her father. He was dead too, blood soaking the arm of the couch beneath his bludgeoned head. Jennifer immediately called 9-1-1, explaining to dispatch that both of her parents had been killed and that her 15 year old younger sister, Heather Wendorf, was missing.

The police were stumped. Who could’ve done this? Where was Heather? Had she been kidnapped? Had she been murdered as well?

Heather had always been the black sheep of the family. She had a dark side, and often expressed herself in outlandish, odd ways. One witness account states they had seen Heather attend high school with a Barbie doll attached to her backpack by a noose around its neck. In weeks leading up to the deaths, Naomi had mentioned to her daughter Jennifer that Heather’s behavior had become uncontrollable and unbearable. 

When asked if she had any idea who could’ve been behind the gruesome murder of her parents, Jennifer was quick to answer: Rod Ferrell and Scott Anderson.

Roderrick Justin ‘Rod’ Ferrell, (pictured below) born March 28, 1980, grew up in Murray Kentucky and spent most of his adolescence as an outsider, someone who didn’t fit in and didn’t belong. Before being forced to move to Eustis, Florida, Rod had been introduced to the lifestyle that was referred to as ‘vampirism’ by Jaden Murphy. This was described as the act of consuming human blood as a means to gain immortality, or extra lives. It was believed that once you consumed the blood of a known vampire, you also became one, and was initiated into the family or ‘clan.’ Jaden recalls that just before his move, Rod’s personality had taken a sharp turn, often describing fantasies of killing someone and even throwing a stray cat up against a tree during a hangout between the two. 

In Eustis, Rod came in contact with Heather Wendorf and Scott Anderson through high school and he immediately took a liking to Heather specifically. He saw her as a damsel in distress for him to rescue and save. She often detailed accounts of abuse at the hands of her parents to him in letters and extensive phone calls. Rod was charismatic, mysterious, and thoroughly manipulative. He had a hold on everyone he seemed to come into contact with. Him, Heather, Scott and two other females, Charity Keesee and Dana Cooper, quickly became a small little family. Rod had suckered each of them into his vampiristic fantasy. He claims to have cut himself and shared his blood with others, in hopes of creating a clan that followed and worshiped at his feet. He fed off of feeling invincible and other-worldly. 

Rod had created a brand new vampire persona for himself, going by the name of Vesago (which is presumably a butchery of the name of the demon in Occult literature, Vassago.) This demon was said to be third-in-command of the spirits of Satan’s army of rebel angels, and held special powers such as fortune-telling.

Rod truly believed he was a vampire, convinced he was 500 years old with mystic powers. As he learned of the abuse heather supposedly suffered, he grew angrier and angrier, insistent on rescuing her somehow. 

On the night of November 25, Heather and the two other females headed off on the own while Rod and Scott decided to make their way to the Wendorf residence. Both teenage boys entered the house through the garage, where rod stumbled upon a crowbar and quickly grabbed it. “We walked in as if we owned the place,” Scott recounts. They first came across Richard, who had been asleep on the couch. To Scott’s utter disbelief, Rod approached the father and lifted the crowbar high, swinging it down into his head multiple times and without mercy. 

“I just remember yelling, ‘what the hell are you doing!’ And Rod turned to me and yelled back ‘what are you doing, dude?! Why are you standing there? Find the money, find the car keys!’ “ said Scott. 

After Rod had killed Richard, Naomi had come running from the kitchen. When faced with Rob, she tossed a hot cup of coffee into his face and attempted to run away. But Rob was too fast, knocked her to floor, and proceeded to bash her head in with the crowbar as well. Scott was shocked and terrified, knowing that if he didn’t comply with Rod and his commands, he’d probably get his head bashed as well. 

“When he turned and looked at me, I didn’t recognize him. Probably the most frightening look I’ve ever seen on anyone’s face. It was like...seeing the devil himself.”

Fight or flight kicked in and both of them knew they had to get as far away as possible. The stole the family car, switched licence plates, picked up the girls including Heather, and headed off on the road. Heather initially seemed devastated after learning the news of her parents’ deaths from Rob, but Scott had his suspicions that she knew all along what was going to/what had happened. After a few days on the road, Charity began to run out of money and attempted to call her mother in hopes of her sending some. Her grandmother answered instead, and relayed the location of the payphone back to the police. 

Now in Baton Rouge,  Louisiana, the group had planned to hunker down in a nearby motel. The police convinced Charity’s grandmother to call her back and tell her she would send money in order to get their location. But instead of money, they would be faced with police, investigators, and a SWAT team. All five teenagers surrendered themselves into custody that night. While in court and on trial for first degree murder, burglary and trespassing charges, Rod would make a spectacle of himself, making faces and having wild, unruly long hair. All four members of the ‘vampire clan’ were tried as adults, despite all being 16 years of age. 

The court had tried for the death penalty for Rob, for which he was initially convicted, but after pleading guilty, was sentenced to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole. 

Howard Scott Anderson was also sentenced to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole. He is currently rumored to be released in 2030, at the age of 51. 

Charity Keesee was convicted of two counts of third degree murder, robbery with a gun or deadly weapon, armed burglary with a weapon or deadly explosives, and sentenced to 10.5 years in prison, while Dana Cooper was convicted of the same charges but given 17.5 years in prison. 

Heather Wendorf was not convicted or charged in the murder of her parents, and was set free. 

Jaden Murphy insists he did not plant the idea of murder or killing into Rob’s mind, and had no intentions of ever killing anyone himself. He was never tried or convicted. 

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His Ego || Stephen Strange x Reader.

Summary: You are taking care of Strange shortly after his accident  

Warnings: None.

Words: 1327

Request by: Anonymous

Authors: Cass & Toro

You loved your job. Helping others was your longtime passion, you couldn't imagine yourself anywhere else but in a hospital, unfortunately, last few weeks were a horror to you.

Stephen Strange has ended up in the hospital due to his car accident. After that he went through five doctors and several nurses, and all of them told the one thing: 'I am not going back to him.'

Stephen Strange wasn't the easiest person to deal with. He was an arrogant long before that accident but then it was even worst - a mix of his arrogance and anger.

Soon there was no more doctors that wanted to even enter Strange's room and someone in his condition couldn't just stay alone.

You gathered all of your courage and decided to go there by yourself.

You entered room slowly. "Stephen?"

He raised his brow with a deep sigh leaving his mouth. "What now? Another dose of pills that will miraculously heal me? Nor maybe you've come here to see the best neurosurgeon in the world who is not even able to hold a stupid mug in his hands, huh?!" Strange was raising his voice with each word he was speaking out loudly.

You sighed deeply and shook your head gently. "I came here to see the patient, no matter who he is. I am not here to judge you and you good know this."

You already had to fight the urge to hit him. You had to listen to his screams and now they were directed straight at you, it was really over the line.

Strange turned his head to the window, not saying a word. He started to pretend he was alone in the room.

You let out another sigh and your hands dropped to your sides. "Please, Stephen. Cooperate with us. You know we all want what's the best for you," you said moving closer to his bed. "Come on, show me your hands," you requested as you sat on the edge of his bed.

Former doctor struggled, trying his best to roll on his right side. "Fuck off," he only hissed. "I don't need your help. I don't need anyone to feel sorry about me. I'll be fine by my own. If they wouldn't have done that to me, it wouldn't be that bad right now. They fucked my entire life."

"Stephen... I don't do this because I feel sorry for you. I do because this is my job and I am kinda the only one standing by your side since you effectively scared others away."

You watched him for a moment, thinking what more you could add.

"I want to remind you that if not other doctors, you would have lost your hands for real. You good know that you still have a chance, you just need to give yourself time to heal."

"Time to heal, huh?!" Stephen turned his head to face you. "Do you hear your own words?! They've destroyed all the nerves that left! They could have done it other way, inserting a simple fucking stents in my hands! That would truly help! And now they're sending someone like you," he threw you a disdainful glance. "Pathetic."

You shook your head and got up. "You are the pathetic one right now, Strange. Look at yourself, you are the one on this bed. You are the one that was reckless enough to use your fucking phone while driving! Kids in kindergarten know that you should never do this!" You growled. "You should at last be grateful that we saved your ass, and that for now we waste our time to deal with such a stubborn asshole like you. I am leaving now but I will be back later," you simply informed him and then left.

Strange only shrugged his arms slightly and rested his head on the pillow.

He closed his eyes and let the thoughts drift away.

He was almost falling asleep but a sudden thought crawled into back of his head.

You were absolutely right. If he wouldn't be that stupid to check upon his phone while driving, he wouldn't be where he was then.

However, he still was too proud to admit that it was him who was mistaken.

You returned to your office and decided to do a bit of your work before dinner time.

You had to somehow relieve your stress and anger after visiting Stephen. Even if you knew it won't be easy, you set yourself a goal to change his behavior.

During the dinner time you decided to order something in the cafeteria and take it to Stephen.

When he heard someone entering his room, he theatrically rolled his eyes. "I don't want whatever you have there. I am not interested. At all. Leave me alone."

"Yes, yes. But you know what? I don't care, just like you," you said and smiled at him holding a tray. "It's dinner time so I decided to jump to the cafeteria and get you something warm because even you need to eat," you put the tray on his bedside table.

"And how do you imagine this, huh?" He snorted. "How can I eat with those?" man pointed at his bandaged palms. "I think I have to consider your intelligence level, darling," Strange growled.

You took a deep breath, you could feel anger slowly building up again but you only bit inside of your cheek, trying to control yourself. "I always can take bandages off and help you with eating. It's not really a problem," you shrugged, putting hands into pockets of your coat.

"To you it may not be a problem but to me it's a fucking shame but sure, of course, who would even care what fucking Strange feels," man summed up angrily. "Do what the hell you want, I have it deep in my asshole."

"Stephen. I meant unwrapping your hands. I never said that I don't care. Sure I do," you rubbed bridge of your nose. "I understand you are ashamed of your condition but you can't act like this. Please. If you want I can even feed you."

Stephen shrugged slightly. But this time he didn't protest. He let you unwrap his palms, he also let you take a spoon and feed him.

You smiled at him as soon as you finished.

You got up and went to wash your hands. "You see! It wasn't that hard, Stephen. Now please, be a good boy and show me your hands."

He did without complaining. "And? What are you gonna do with them? Are you gonna heal me? No one can, that's the truth," he clenched teeth.

"I am a doctor here and I need to check on them to see how wounds are healing, if you like it or not," you responded, taking a seat on the edge of bed.

You gently took one of his palms into yours and studied it carefully, later you repeated this with other hand.

"They are healing, it looks very nicely, I must say. Would you like me to bandage them back?" You asked looking at him, still holding his hand.

"Do whatever you have to," Strange sighed out loudly. "Besides, I thought you're an ordinary student nor nurse, how funny," his voice sounded more wryly than he attended, so he grinned, cocking his brow.

You lurk around to get new bandages for him and quickly came back to wrap his palms. "Well, because of your lovely attitude no one wants to come here, so I need to be everyone to you," you explained, carefully wrapping his hands. "I hope you will feel more comfortable for now but you know what, Stephen?"

He tilted his head slightly. "No. Tell me."

"I think you still have beautiful hands," you stated and smiled at him, then raised on your feet. "If you will need anything, just ring for the nurse. I will be in my office. And remember, it's gonna be better."

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Request: “Can you do a Derek Hale imagine where the reader is in Scott’s pack and is an alpha too and she is dating Derek and everyone is still getting used to it cause they’re from different packs and because Scott, stiles and the reader are best friends stiles is scared of Derek when he hangs out with the reader !! Btw your work is everything I love it so much and get so excited every time you post xoxo”

Ship: Derek x Fem!Reader, Stiles x Fem!Reader (friendship) 

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, cuteness, minor smut, etc. 

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. 

Tagged:  @bailey-hoover @kiralivelove @thalia-prior-of-ravenclaw @anamcg317 @bellasett @queentiffanyyy @archer-whovian-violinist @beingmadinwonderland @princessisabelle19@violence-and-velvet @lachicadelamanzana

Third P.O.V

(Y/n) knocks gently at the door, smiling as he doesn’t hesitate to swing it open. Derek grins down at his gorgeous girlfriend, smiling from cheek to cheek like a kid on Christmas. She looks so strong and independent despite the height difference, her stance like a mountain. “Hey baby.” Even though they’re past fresh on their relationship, his low but smooth voice elicits goosebumps across her skin. When she wraps her arms around his neck, she can hear his heartbeat racing. Resting her hand above his heart, she ran her hand up and down his chest ever so slight, sporting a sexy smirk before asking, “Am I doing this to you?” Derek blushes, rubbing the back of his neck, shyly. “Always and forever. C’mon, the rest of the pack will be here soon.” (Y/n) pecks his cheek gently, grinning when he flushes again. 

One by one, the members from both packs begun to arrive. As they sat in the chairs or on the carpet, Derek took a moment to admire how motherly she was with her group. The melding was almost a shooing as how well she worked with both packs. “Liam, feet off the table, hun. Don’t make me ask again.” Her tone and posture alone were nothing but intimidating and it made all the young wolfs feel more respectful towards her. Derek was like the pain in the ass father while (Y/n) was caring but could easily scare them twice as much as Derek could. The only problem, however, was that things hadn’t molded. . entirely. Derek is much more forceful than (Y/n) was. She’s a patient but phenomenal teacher whereas if Derek doesn’t get his way at that exact moment, he has a temper tantrum. 

That short behavior doesn’t set well with Nat, the chocolate colored firecracker, and (Y/n)’s favorite student so far. She’s been added to the pack on a recent note and grown greatly with the alpha mother’s guidance. Her anger issues had completely dissolved, that is until she met Derek who acted just like her, almost a father-daughter scenario to which (Y/n) thought was hilarious, though she’d never let Derek know. Scott was in full support of this movement, grinning like a kid on Christmas when the alpha mom put both Derek and Natalia off to the side for a time-out. He somehow knew in his heart that in the end things would work out, because in his head, they always did. Stiles on the other hand, was a lot more hesitant about the combination. He had no problem with (Y/n), in fact they were best friends, thick as thieves. 

Derek was the problem. Stiles looked up to her as a mother and sometimes sister figure and trusted her with his life. He and Derek, however, never got along despite his relentless attempts through sarcastic love. To Stiles, Derek was this angry, rough and cruel man who didn’t deserve (Y/n) and scared him half to death every time they’d be in the same room. When present, Stiles would make little comments to himself like usual but shied away when Derek blatantly glared at the boy, making him feel small and weak, a feeling he downright despised. And as time continued, (Y/n) grabbed the situation by the balls and sat them down, as a mother would. “Derek, Stiles is my best friend. I don’t think it’s appropriate that you diminish him as if he’s nothing. He’s far more brilliant than we give him credit for and his remarks have often saved our asses. I don’t want to see anymore from either of you, got it?” 

Before Derek could even make a comment, she turned towards Stiles, looking nothing but immaculate and powerful. “Go and wash your hands for dinner. I’ll be there in a minute.” When she turns back to her lover, she can’t help but laugh at the shy expression he sports, looking small and ashamed for the first time in a while. Sighing softly, she sits on his lap, smiling as he places his hands on her hips. “I know you don’t like him at times but we need to work together. Stiles is like family and his sarcastic comments are actually quite insightful. He is sometimes brighter than the both of us. You’re a good man, Derek. Your heart is in the right place but I don’t think you know how to word it. We need to work together, to mold every flaw, every pro and con to grow.” When he looks up at her, he can’t help but laugh. “And this is another reason why I love you, you know how to communicate better than I ever will.” (Y/n) giggles before kissing him gently. 

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Star Wars Resistance: “The Recruit” -Review

A new era, new worlds, and a new generation of heroes, Star Wars returns to the world of animation with a colorful new series. While its current tone is undeniably light and it certainly is a little rough around the edges, Resistance shows signs of promise for a lively future. (Review Contains Spoilers)

When an assignment to transport intel to the Resistance goes awry, New Republic pilot Kazudo Xiono (Christopher Sean) pulls a daring maneuver to save his fellow pilots and the package in his control. Doing so earns him the attention and respect of Resistance hero Poe Dameron (Oscar Isaac). Seeing potential in the eager young man, Poe recruits him for a mission to search undercover for potential First Order involvement on the remote fueling/racing outpost, The Colossus.  Leaving him under the watch of jaded mechanic, Jarek Yaeger (Scott Lawrence), Kaz is forced to make sense of a rough and tumble world while also doing his best to carry out a mission that may be more than he can handle.

It was known for a while that Star Wars Rebels was just one step in Disney’s long plan for the galaxy far, far away’s place in animation. When the Ghost crew’s adventure was announced to be ending in its fourth season, it was widely assumed by most that a new show would follow set in the era of the sequel trilogy. Even after Star Wars Resistance was officially unveiled back in April, just what show would premiere was more or less a mystery.

The result, if the one-hour series premiere “The Recruit” is any indication, is a colorful, visually distinct series that tries to capture a sense of anime style adventure with a light touch and an eye for the playful.

The most striking aspect of Star Wars Resistance at first glance is its vibrant visual style. Polygon Pictures and Lucasfilm Animation have chosen to add a colorful, cel shaded schema to Resistance’s characters and environments. It gives it a quick visual distinction from other Star Wars shows and manages to avoid the drab visuals that plagued early seasons of The Clone Wars and Rebels. While the character designs themselves take some getting used to, they move with a fluidity and energy that avoids the stilted animation that is common among series that employ similar artistic styles.

What the art style does lend itself well to is to rendering environments and vehicles. The Colossus itself is a gorgeously created environment that feels lived in and is swarming with its own sense of culture and diverse life forms. The design for the station and its twisting corridors is stunning and some shots of the surrounding oceans are simply gorgeous. The same can be said for how Resistance’s “anime inspired style” lends itself to its vehicle sequences. Whether in dogfights or in racing, Resistance is most at home when it is in the sky. Directors Steward Lee and Saul Ruiz render these moments with a dynamic camera that jostles alongside rocketing starships.

As for its narrative, unlike The Clone Wars which chronicled an era in time or Rebels which followed a family like ensemble, Resistance is clearly Kazuda Xiono’s story and that ultimately is where the show will need to find its most room to grow and where it struggles the most at the moment.

At the end of “The Recruit” it’s hard as a viewer to really get an understanding of what to make of Kazuda as a character. From the start of the episode, we understand that he is a pilot for the New Republic military and is very talented and brave despite his young age and naiveté. Even though he clearly has the piloting skills to have earned his role, we also learn that Kazuda owes much of his success to the political clout of his father Hamato Xiono, a Senator who has a less than positive view of the Resistance. Christopher Sean sells these early moments of frustration and a desire to prove oneself by helping others with a sense of earnestness. We understand why Kazuda wants this chance to prove himself and earn a place in the galaxy that isn’t defined by legacy or nepotism. However, tt just isn’t really clear why others would grant him this opportunity.

While Kazuda is certainly a well-meaning person, he also possess a rather pervasive sense of clumsiness and impulsive behavior. He comes across as a much younger character than the script may intend. In a way, this creative decision makes sense given the desire to appeal to a younger demographic at the start of the series, but it’s hard to understand whether Kazuda is a very young person operating in a more adult world or an adult with a very young mentality. The distinction is actually very important to our understanding of both the character and the world around him and it makes for some awkward moments throughout Brandon Auman’s script.

As it stands, it’s sort of hard to understand why Poe, who Oscar Isaac voices with as much effortless swagger as the films, would entrust a mission like this to Kazuda. It is easy to buy from how the episode opens that Poe would be impressed with his bravery or skills as a pilot, but to have this translate into an undercover spying addition can’t help but feel like an ill-advised move. For such a potentially sensitive mission, entrusting a young man you barely know seems like an odd move especially one that you’ve never actually seen do any real spying. This only grows increasingly bizarre as the episode stretches on and it is revealed just how atrocious Kazuda is at keeping a low profile. (On a related note, BB-8’s presence here feels a little forced. Not only does it not make much sense that Poe would leave his beloved droid with a relative stranger, but it’s not even really clear what BB is supposed to be doing? I like the little ball as much as anyone, but I can’t quite place for what purpose the droid serves.)

This is not to say that the script itself is a wash. Kazuda’s on station mentor, Jarek Yeager, is an instant standout. Scott Lawrence voices this older space jockey with a world weariness that speaks of someone that has spent their life growing up in conflict. It hints at the most interesting subject matter of “The Recruit” and the show as a whole, which is of a galaxy that is slowly readying itself for war whether it is ready or not. Not everyone is ready to read the signs of brewing conflict, and some, like Yeager, are simply unable to bring themselves to think of a galaxy at war again. It adds a potentially poignancy to the playfulness and the racing theatrics as we as viewers know that this is all about to fall apart once again in just a short time. Yeager himself also carries with him a sort of stern but loving fatherly approach to Kazuda that is rich with dramatic and emotional potential.

Even if he is maybe a tad too one note at the moment, Josh Brener’s Neeku Vozo is another source of joyful humor and good natured positivity that carries throughout. It would be nice to see Neeku eventually grow beyond ill-informed comic relief, but for the moment he adds another fun layer to a show that currently seems to be making a welcoming atmosphere its top priority.

The larger supporting cast in general is also rife with potential. Even if she doesn’t exist as more than an on-crew rival to Kazuda at the moment, Tam Ryvora is voiced well by Suzie McGrath and she adds another fun wrinkle to what appears to be the main ensemble. Even if we only see Torra Doza up close this episode, the Aces also offer up a cast of characters that are exciting in their design and potential.

Even the overarching plot of First Order influence on the Colossus is intriguing, although it feels too nebulous to make much of at the moment.

“The Recruit” shows a series with potential, but outside of its unique visual flair, it doesn’t seem to be reaching it as of yet. There are any number of paths that this series could take going forward and it will be excited to see if it sores or crashes and burns like the show’s own Fireball.

Score: B-