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Lost In Control | Bad Omens | CHAPTER 08

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

⋆ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. Bad Omens X ex-girlfriend and singer!Reader.

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. You and Noah had a difficult ending but you still need to support each other for the band.

⋆ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒). melancholy, ex-boyfriends, difficult relationships, alcohol abuse, swearing, drug addiction, violence.

It's okay to not agree with the characters' attitudes during the fic. It's good to remember that the story is fiction from the author's sick mind and of course they will make dubious decisions according to my fantasies. Nothing is done to be compared to reality.

Your eyes seemed to burn from the intensity of the light streaming through the window as your eyelids slowly peeled apart. The sound of a beeping monitor, a white room, and unfamiliar blue bedding came into focus, along with the IV lines running from your arm, causing discomfort whenever your body moved.

The sides of your head throbbed with such unbearable pain that your fingers pressed against your temples, as if fearing they might detach from your neck at any moment. Everything in your mind was a dark blur, with no identifiable cuts of clarity.

Yet the one certainty you had was why you’d ended up here—your body’s reactions made that abundantly clear. Your mouth was so dry that your lips stuck together, and your heart threatened to pound out of your chest with its relentless rhythm. Taking a sip of water seemed like a good way to silence the gnawing pain in your stomach, but as soon as you stretched your arm toward the bottle on the nearby table, it slipped through your fingers as a wave of dizziness clouded your vision.

“Shit,” you murmured, barely audible.

A sequence of claps drew your attention to the door, and your body instinctively straightened in the bed, despite the lingering pain in your left arm. Each clap synchronized with a step, and the expressions on his age-marked face clearly conveyed his lack of enthusiasm to be there, along with a palpable sense of disdain.

“Congratulations!” Gerard ceased his clapping as he stopped beside your bed. “It’s astonishing how you continue to surprise me with your incompetence.”

His eyes scanned your state with the air of someone examining something detestable, and when they met your face again, he shook his head in a theatrical display of disappointment.

“As if it weren’t enough for your face to be plastered all over the internet because you lost it and attacked a fan, now I have to endure the media interrogating me about why one of my vocalists overdosed at a party in my house!” he hissed through gritted teeth, raking his fingers aggressively through his hair. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

“I’d answer if I could remember anything,” you sighed in exhaustion, laying your head back against the pillow, wishing only for the throbbing, miserable pain to subside.

“Right now, we were supposed to be at the photoshoot for the band’s new winter clothing line, and guess what?” he emphasized. “They all refused to go because of you!”

“Want me to feel sorry?” you retorted with a scoff. “We’ve never even seen a dólar from those clothes. Looks like I did them a favor.”

Arguing at this point required more effort than your body seemed capable of mustering. Each word exchanged only amplified the pounding in your head, made worse by the grating irritation of his voice drilling into your brain.

“Noah’s decided it’s time for you to step back from the band and focus on getting help. He’s compiled a list of specific places for that,” Gerard gestured animatedly with his hands. “Isn’t that lovely?”

Amid the chaotic jumble of your thoughts, you forced yourself to recall flashes from the previous night. You couldn’t be certain whether it was your mind fabricating memories or if you truly heard Noah’s desperate voice, even though it sounded distant in your ears.

If it had happened, and he still cared enough about your recovery to suggest stepping away, it meant that, in some small way, he still cared. But why did this realization prick at the fabric beneath your skin? You couldn’t find an answer.

“I accept.” You agreed, snapping out of your thoughts, raising your eyes to Gerard, who stood with arms crossed, leaning against the bed. “I want to go to rehab.”

“No, that’s not how this works.”

Your brow furrowed at the sly tone in his voice as he stepped closer. Instinctively, you leaned back, trying to distance yourself from him, but the edge of the bed stopped you.

“We have two festivals in the next two weeks and a tour starting next month, and I’m not letting you ruin them like you did today’s shoot. In our last conversation, I gave you incentives to endure the routine, just like we’ve always done since you proved to be weak. It’s your obligation to learn to moderate!”

“Get out of my room! Stay away from me!” Your voice cracked, the edge of its firmness faltering. Keeping composure was no longer possible when all you felt was exhaustion, and even that wretched emotion he insisted on suppressing.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Slowly, he leaned over you, gripping the curve of your elbow where the IV was attached, pressing the needle into your skin. Your body flinched at the sharp sting tearing through your senses, and you found yourself forced to meet his expressionless eyes.

“But when Noah walks through that door, you’re going to be a good girl and convince him you don’t need help. It’s not like you’ve never lied to him before, right? You’ll return to work and fulfill your schedule without letting that idiot interfere with my plans to keep the band together! I’m not losing money!” He enunciated every word, never breaking eye contact. “And do you know why you’re going to do this?”

“You’re hurting me.”

“Because you don’t want me giving a statement that your overdose was caused by your ex-boyfriend, who just happened to be in the same place where the emergency team found your body,” Gerard said, pressing his thumb harder into your skin. “It won’t be hard to make them believe me when they find what I’ve planted in his room.”

A warm trickle of blood seeped from the IV site as he pressed on it, the same pace at which it began to sting.

“You’re contradicting yourself when you claim to prioritize the band’s integrity, yet your first ‘mature’ decision is to destroy it entirely. You know my absence won’t affect Bad Omens’ performance, but doing this to Noah would tear it all apart. It makes no sense.”

Actually, a realization struck you faster than you anticipated. Gerard knew that when it came to the band, you and Noah had always been as one, and any disturbance to one pillar would inevitably shake the other.

As had happened before.

“I met someone who helped me with this dirty work, and I found it fascinatingly ironic when I discovered he’s a mutual acquaintance of ours: Seth Reigh,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your tone. “There aren’t many guys with that name in that city, especially one with an identical name in your history. Seth is one of Richmond’s best suppliers. But, to my surprise, it took me less than half an hour of digging to learn everything about him, including that he’s your stepfather. The same one who’s been hunting you like an animal for years since you ran away from home.”

How far could someone go when determined to own another at any cost? This was the dirtiest move you’d ever witnessed in your life, hitting you like a slap to the face. Hearing Seth’s name after nine years still made your body react the same way it had years ago. As if nothing had changed.

“All this time, you’ve been safe, with my men guarding each and every one of you. He could never reach you, couldn’t even come near you. But with just one call…”

“You’re the filthiest creature I’ve ever met!” you snapped, your jaw aching from holding back tears of rage.

“And you’ll learn to honor contractual clauses. If not for yourself—which I doubt since you don’t care about your own life—then for Noah’s. He’ll be terribly upset when he gets reported for illegal drug possession after his ex-girlfriend hid them among his things...” Gerard feigned a pitiful tone, as if thoroughly enjoying himself. “No love can withstand that, right?”

You already felt guilty for wrecking the life of the man you’d loved since the day your paths first crossed. Burdened by the mess of your cursed history, you couldn’t forgive yourself for dimming the light in his eyes over the years. You couldn’t be responsible for another.

As though he had managed to plant what he wanted in your mind, Gerard released your arm, the dried blood trailing faint marks where it had flowed. Your head still refused to process the moment, and like a shadow swept away by a lapse in time, he vanished from the room. But unfortunately, this time, it wasn’t a fabricated memory.

That conversation had actually happened.

The nurse brought your meal; everything looked anemic, tasteless, impossible to digest. You weren’t sure if the food was truly bad or if you just weren’t hungry, feeding on hate instead. Your fingers absentmindedly nudged the chicken piece back and forth on the plate, letting it roll alongside a green jelly that smelled like plastic.

“Hey.” A male voice whistled from the doorway, tapping twice before stepping in.

Your smile came unbidden, and he returned it as he walked toward you, hands tucked into his pockets. As always, a cap paired with the hood of his sweatshirt, he was dressed entirely in black and smelled so good you dared to think it was the first scent you’d noticed since waking up. Noah wore the same clothes as yesterday—he hadn’t gone home, hadn’t left you alone.

A restless kind of peace came with him, and he had no idea that it was exactly what you needed.

“As always, I’m giving you trouble…” you began, a little embarrassed, but his soft chuckle cut you off as he gently moved your leg aside to sit on the edge of the bed.

“That doesn’t matter, but I’d like to know how you’re feeling.” He sighed, glancing at the tray beside you. “Why haven’t you eaten yet?”

You just wrinkled your nose with a grimace that made him smile.

“Come on, at least a little, okay?” he coaxed, adjusting the tray in front of him. With infinite patience, he cut and gathered the food onto the utensil, then brought it toward you. “Watch out for the airplane!”

Stifling a laugh, you accepted the food and closed your mouth to chew. Determined not to upset him, you ate two more bites before he moved the tray aside again.

“I don’t know if you’re well enough for this, but I can’t think of a better time to have this conversation with you.” Noah hesitated, running his hands over his thighs and biting his lips before looking back at your face. “I promise that the person sitting here in front of you right now isn’t your work partner. It’s Noah. I don’t know if you even remember him, but he used to be yours.”

“Please…”

A warm sensation ran through your skin when he placed his hand over yours, his thumb tracing over the exposed bones.

“I know what it feels like to lose you, and I swear to God, it doesn’t compare to how I felt yesterday when I found you in that place.” Slowly, he raised his face, his dull, lifeless eyes brimming with emotion. His lips trembled, but his touch didn’t falter. “That was one of the most selfish things you’ve ever done, and believe me, you’re the most selfish person I know.”

As though it were an involuntary command from your body, a single tear fell from your left eye just after one rolled down his cheek.

“I’m so sorry for that.”

“I can’t take this torture anymore—being forced to watch you die. Every part of me rots along with you every time you choose to hate yourself this way because I’d never do that to you. I’d never treat you like that.” He looked up, gasping for air, before continuing. “So, if you still hate yourself too much to want help, do it for me. I’m still your biggest fan.”

Your chest felt like invisible strings were being pulled tighter and tighter, suffocating you. But you couldn’t expect much from yourself. Closing your eyes, you prayed for this moment not to be real, for it not to demand that you say the things that would break him again. But when you opened your eyes, he was still there, as vulnerable as the night you first kissed.

“Noah…”

“I’ve found good contacts. It’s not too far, the treatment would be short, and I’ve already planned to visit regularly and…”

He was talking so fast that he could barely hear himself.

“Noah, I don’t need help,” you blurted, closing your eyes again to avoid seeing the moment the words hit him.

“What?” he asked in disbelief, adjusting his position on the bed. “Do you have any idea what happened yesterday, or are you going to ignore it like you’ve been doing all these years?”

No one warns us that struggles with addiction are destructive not only to the user but to everyone around them, reducing their world to a single life—yours. No matter how much you try not to make it about you, they relentlessly, almost obsessively, pursue your cure, forgetting they’re deteriorating along the way. But who catches the strong one when they can no longer hold themselves up?

“I know I crossed a line yesterday, and that’s enough for me not to repeat it, but not enough to accept being admitted as if I’m some addict!” You didn’t even believe your own words, but you needed to hold your ground. “If you really cared about me like you say, you’d never suggest something like that!”

“You’re acting like you didn’t hear anything I said!” Noah pressed his hand against his thigh, preparing to stand, but you grabbed his wrist just in time to stop him.

Gently, you got to your knees on the bed and crawled toward him, feeling the wind from the window brush against your back, exposed by the hospital gown. Noah was breathing heavily, his face damp, his red, irritated eyes framed by strands of hair tucked behind his ears. He didn’t resist your touch as your hand cupped his cheek. Shutting his eyes, he moved slightly when you tilted his face, shaking his head as though the scene was something he had lived through before.

And in truth, he had.

"Hey, I'm still here, look at me!" you whispered, and after he refused once again, you opened your eyes, anguish etched into your face as your foreheads collided, breaths clashing. "There’s no one else in this world who knows me as well as you do, so give me one more chance when I say I’ll get it right this time. I want to be better. I want to be good again, but I can’t do that unless you believe in me. Unless, just once more, you believe in me, Noah."

Your voice held steady, resisting the urge to falter, and for a second, in his silence, you thought he was considering your words. The way he listened so intently, down to the rhythm of his breathing, made you hope. You couldn’t resist the subtle way your skin brushed against his, even though desperation lingered in the air.

But something shifted in his eyes. They darkened, fixing on you with an expression you had never seen before. Noah seemed to take every ounce of his accumulated weight—exhaustion, fury, repression—and throw it all down at once. Gripping the hand still resting on his face, he let it out.

"I. DO. NOT. BELIEVE. YOU." His voice was strong, firm, rough, and left no room for argument. He pronounced each word deliberately, not once breaking his gaze.

Noah shoved your hand away from his face as if it carried a contagious disease, and in the next moment, he stood up from the bed in a hurry. He turned back toward you, eyes scanning your frozen figure, still on your knees. It seemed to hurt him as much as it hurt you—evident in the way his breathing hitched, his chest visibly weighed down.

"If you really want another chance to fix things, then accept my help. If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me and all the time I stood by your side, even when you least deserved it, even when I forgot the way back home." Noah insisted. "But if you don’t, I want you to forget I exist outside of the stage. I want to be dead to you, just as you will be dead to me the moment I walk through that door."

Though his words wavered with hesitation, they struck like a promise. Avoiding his gaze long enough to keep him from noticing your cracks, you lowered your head, offering him only silence in response.

But he would never understand.

"Hey..." Three heads peeked around the doorway, and both of you turned to see Folio, Jolly, and Ruffilo entering, pretending they hadn’t been eavesdropping just outside.

"Didn’t know we’d be walking into a funeral. We can come back later," Folio said with a flat smile, gesturing his thumb toward the hall.

"No need, boys. Noah was just leaving," you said with a friendly smile in their direction. From the corner of your eye, you saw him nod and storm out of the room like a furious bolt of lightning.

The trio exchanged glances, silently communicating in their own cryptic way before each of them found a spot on the bed, squishing together to keep you company. As the conversation flowed, you tried to distract yourself, even laughed at the absurdities spilling from their mouths, but your mind kept drifting back to the same place.

This was the first time you’d truly kept a promise to him.

You had finally broken his heart.

Once again.

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cheezritsu · 25 days ago

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The story of how you and Reo Mikage became friends isn’t overly exciting, but it’s a necessary tangent. A precursor, really.

Reo is a collector of impossible things. Call it a byproduct of being rich. His favorite things of all are the things he can’t have. He plays soccer as a dream; a sport he has no business being in as it brings no value to his future fortune. His best friend is a reclusive giant who seems to barely tolerate him. Which, eh. Nagi is his treasure—he’s the person that never bullshits him, the person who says what he’s thinking no matter what. Nagi feels like a compass the same way you do: if Nagi truly hates it, it’s probably worth letting go.

You and Nagi are alike in so many ways: you’re something he took the time to dig in the dirt for, only to polish it and realize it’s precious. A friend he shouldn’t have because your social status deems it so. A treasure born from nothing but whim. Something to chase. Something he can love.

Reo Mikage loves you both, which is why when Reo meets Nagi for the first time, he makes you go to karaoke together.

He’s an actual idiot for making the quietest people he knows go to karaoke, but he lets you bring your friends to be comfortable and invites his entire soccer team for Nagi. “For” being the operative word here. None of this is for either of you. It’s all for Reo.

You don’t mind. Not really. You love Reo too. Reo escapes to you and Aiura’s dorm when he doesn’t wanna go home. Which, with the ongoing soccer drama, has been more frequent. You’re in the same class again, this time sitting next to each other. Reo really is a prince that way, protecting you from gossip and bullies, brandishing his smile the way one uses a rapier. Efficiently and lethally. Aiura also sits next to you, but it’s been the Reo show since school started.

Aiura twirls the boba straw in her drink as you stare absently at Reo. Your karaoke room is—shocker—the biggest one they have. It’s decked out in all signature silly decorations. Reo is literally standing atop the huge long table with the rest of his team, the boys loudly singing Fighting Dreamers. They’re moshing and having fun, save for the white haired boy being jostled under Reo’s hooked arm.

“Who’s Snow White?” Aiura jokes, but it’s a good nickname for him. He’s sleepy looking, with low lidded dark eyes and a neutral expression one might only get when they hit the pillow. He blinks slowly and slumps out of Reo’s grip, falling back on the bench and staying there.

“You ever met him before?”

“Nope.”

Hina and Aiura shake their drinks in the same circular motion. The syncronity feels condescending. “Reo seems chummy with him. You for real don’t know him?”

There it is. You roll your eyes. “I don’t know everyone he knows. You know how it is,” you shift your gaze back to the karaoke stage, seeing Reo bleat out the first verse of MCR’s Helena. A personal favorite of his for no reason. His soccer team is cheering relentlessly, like he’s Gerard Way reincarnated.

Reo’s lifestyle is a revolving door of people. You needn’t learn names because in several weeks time, like a micro trend, they’ll be gone.

Aiura hums. Behind her lime green manicured hand she whispers something to Hina, who whispers back.

“Streets is sayin’ that’s Nagi Seishiro.”

The name isn’t familiar. You two just shrug.

“So, another boy?”

“Another boy,” you sigh. Reo didn’t have many girl friends that weren’t girlfriends. You usually liked them, until the feeling was unrequited. They hated your presence and Reo, who was sharper than most gave him credit for, broke up with them when he found out.

“You mean more to me than they do.”

You never let the charming words coil around your heart. Reo was a smooth talker, but at his core he’s just another rich boy. And you haven’t any interest in that.

“I fucking better,” is your reply, with a hardy punch.

These days Reo usually has the company of a soccer team member, some underclass man who thinks the real resume grabber is knowing Reo Mikage. Not a bad thought, but it still makes you frown.

Seishiro Nagi may be another one of those boys. He drinks from his soda cup with a bendy straw, barely moving his neck forward to meet it. The pitch of the room skyrockets as another anime opening scrolls across the screen, and Nagi’s face creases in discomfort. With his eyes pinched closed and a scrunched nose, he looks just like a disgruntled cat. You try to swallow your involuntary giggle, but Aiura and Hina catch it.

Hina stretches her neck. “What’re you giggling about?”

��Nothing,” you garble around a mouth full of boba.

“Don’t try to distract me by grossing me out.”

Aiura narrows her eyes. If a thousand yard stare could be pointed, that’s what she does. “It’s the boy.”

“Reo?” Hina asks, and you snort.

“Since when is Reo “the boy”?”

Hina rolls her eyes. “Since you had a public meet cute in the quad?”

Phlegm probably escapes you from how hard you scoff. “We had a Mexican standoff??”

“Y’all argued at best,” Aiura defends.

“You weren’t evened there!” Aiura bats away your accusatory finger with a quick roll of her eyes. “The point still stands. Reo was never “the boy.” “

“The boy is Nagi Seishiro,” Aiura nods in the direction. Nagi’s fluffy white hair reflects all the lights beautifully, like a neon halo.

“Didn’t Reo throw this party for yall to meet?”

That premise has fully eluded you. “Damn, you’re right.”

“Well he sucks as a host. You should introduce yourself.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because he’s leaving.”

The room is a chaotic wonderland of yelling, singing and courting. A few of the players on the team try to flirt with your friends, mostly to no avail. Reo, being the common denominator in some way, fractions his attention to everyone except the guests of honor, who have slipped out under his nose.

It wasn’t your intention to follow Nagi. You really were not going to introduce yourself. You just needed air.

You sit down on the bench just outside the room. The pulsing beat of the next song reverbs out into the empty hallway. It’s kind of soothing to be on the outside again; you’re back in the peripheral, a comfortable spot. Flipping through your phone, you found the otome game currently ruining your wallet; an American based game called The Arcana. You had daily spins to replenish, hopefully a way to get more keys for your story.

You criss cross your legs, settling in. You play the slots first, getting a few coins but no keys. The second game was always a gamble; you had four lives total, meaning four keys to potentially win. You’re good mini games. They’re fun to hone in on and lose yourself in the task. The absolutely gorgeous characters aren’t bad to look at either. You hunch forward to giggle at the little romance scenarios that play out, shutting out the world around you. Shutting out Nagi Seishiro, who stands before you.

Nagi stares at the barely visible sliver of your screen. He thought maybe you were on Instagram or Snapchat, but as it turns out you’re playing something. Something he doesn’t know.

He tilts his head trying to get a better look. Your curly hair blocks his vision of the phone. Nagi has never seen hair like yours in person. It really does look like springs; small, shiny little spirals radiating out from the top of your head. Is it soft? How could it be?

Nagi is so lost in the uzumaki like spirals of your hair that he brings the back of his hand to the top your head and skims his knuckles over it and oh-

It’s fairy soft and defying gravity. The little coil bounces, and Nagi’s about to wrap it around his finger when he looks down.

“Wh-“ your startled gasp reminds him of why he’s here. You’re looking up, and past your chin is your unlocked phone. He’s never seen those characters before; they’re beautifully drawn, and decidedly not Japanese.

“Hey, what game is that?” The same finger that was inches from your head points into your lap. Your brows scrunch.

“What?”

“The game? On your phone?” Nagi gets tired of standing and sits beside you. His thigh brushes against your bare knee and the friction feels like lava. “Is it fun? The graphics are pretty.”

Nagi finally looks at your face. He decides that if you were drawn in that art style it would suit you. Unreal, gravity defying hair, pretty eyes framed with crazy long lashes, and lovely lips with an almost two-toned saturation that draws attention, even though you’re fighting for your next words.

“It’s called The Arcana,” you say, but it’s drawn out like you’re going to say more. Nagi waits, and then hears “Did you just touch my hair?”

“Oh?” Nagi’s lips purse, like a pout but more sheepish. He didn’t think you’d noticed. Well, that was a lie, but he didn’t think you’d care. Don’t girls think stuff like that is cute?

“I’m sure some girls do, but this ain’t a petting zoo.” Shit, he said that out loud. And you’re upset. Fuck. He’s like 100% sure that you’re Reo’s friend. His best friend, the one he’s always talking about. The one he borrows books from that have those colored tabs. The one he’s always buying trinkets for. Like the little phone strap you’ve got with—who is that, is it Itadori Yuji?

“Hey!” There you go again, making Nagi feel bad for not listening. The pout reappears on his face, before he slumps back.

This feels weird. Nagi’s having…emotions now and it sucks. It’s bothersome. But, he doesn’t feel inconvenienced by you, he feels inconvenienced by himself. He’s making himself feel stupid and that’s far worse than sitting next to you.

Nagi’s head hits the wall. “M’sorry,” he slurs lazily, turning his head to properly meet your eyes. “I didn’t mean that. Your hair’s pretty, that’s all.”

Oh. The words are blunt force trauma, the head of a baseball bat butted into your sternum. The perpetual drowsiness in his voice makes it feel more like the truth; someone that tired wouldn’t have it in them to lie, right?

You swallow down the damage done to your heart. “Still doesn’t mean you can touch it without permission.”

“Hmm.” Is all he says, staring vacantly for a second. And then “well, can I?”

You’re either dumb or whipped for saying yes. One is far worse than the other. But Nagi Seishiro is gentle when he plucks out a particular curl and runs it between his fingers. Deftly, sweetly, his finger hooks onto the end of the curl and it twirls around the digit. His hands are much bigger than you initially thought. You’re going cross eyed looking at them.

“That’s cool,” Nagi says, and a small smile graces his features. His eyes are actually grey up close. Smokey, endless, and all at once those sleepy, feline like crescents. “Thanks.”

No one’s ever thanked you for touching your hair. No one’s ever been that reverent about it either. Nagi pulls his hand away like he’s finally been sated, drawing his knees up to mimick your criss crossed legs.

“M’ Nagi, by the way.” His belated introduction is funnier in hindsight. It’s very Nagi; satisfy the curiosity first, then do the regular stuff. “Reo dragged me here.”

“Me too. I’m y/n.”

“Are you going to be around more?”

Nagi’s pulling out his phone. You aren’t sure how to answer his question. You’re pretty much always around, whatever Nagi meant by that. Unless he meant more around him.

There’s a spiking heat under your cheeks, something you don’t wanna bring attention to. He seems to have forgotten your existence, looking down at the loading screen off his App Store. But he doesn’t type anything for a minute. He’s waiting.

Nagi shrugs. “You’re less of a hassle than he is.” His thumb presses up to the search icon. “How do you spell Arcana?”

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otherone12 · 5 months ago

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If You Don't Like My Chemical Romance, Wait Outside For Your Girlfriend

Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Hey!! So… No one asked me to do this, but I remembered an edit that I saw a while ago, and the intro was Gerard saying “if you don’t like My Chemical Romance, wait outside for your girlfriend”. I Had this idea and the urge to write it (because I’m kinda obsessed with Gerard, sue me). Btw, I'm writing a Mikey x Reader Imagine (what was inspired by The Killers "Mr. Brightside" song), so i'll probably post it this week or next... well, hope you enjoy this fic (:

Summary: You have a shitty boyfriend who bother you when you're in a MCR concert. You're in the front row of the show and Gerard notices all that situation. (I imagine this with the 2007 Gerard era, but it doesn't really matter, except for the show's setlist, because it will be songs from Bullets and Revenge).

-Warnings: Abusive relationship. A lot of curse words.

- Word Count: 1.526

- Ps: Idk if it's fluff, confort, angst... i just dont't know lol

- Ps2: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps3: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language ... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

My 25th birthday was last week, and my mom gave me two tickets to my favorite band’s concert, one for me and another for my boyfriend. He is not a fan of My Chemical Romance, he’s into electronic music and some country stuff (i’ve never understood his taste in music), anyways, he is coming with me. I spent the whole week talking with my friends about how amazing the concert is going to be and how excited I was.

When the day finally came, I wanted to be one of the first in the row, because even with the premium pass I needed to be sure that I’ll be right in front of the stage.

I heard my name when I was in my room, dressing up as Helena for the concert. I turned around just to see my boyfriend with a mad look on his face.

- You’re really going to dress like this? - The disgust on his face made me feel a bit insecure about the cosplay.

- What’s wrong about it? - I tried to stay calm, even if I was about to scream at him.

- Nothing. But you never wear dresses, neither on my birthday, and I asked you to! - He walked to my bed and sat, sighed sadly and kept talking - I just don’t understand why this is so special.

- We’ve been together for five years, and you don’t understand why going to see the band who saved my life is special? - I spoke calmly, took a deep breath and held my tears. I didn't want to cry on what was supposed to be a happy day.

- I know that means alot for you, babe, but this shit means more than me? - He increased the volume of his voice.

- I… I’ve never said that! - I let his anger infect me, and now I was screaming like him.

- DID YOU FUCKING HESITED?! - He got up and I really thought that he was going to hit me or something.

- WHY DON’T YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE?! I'M TRYING TO GET DRESSED! - At this point, I let my tears pumped out my eyes, accepting the fact that I'll need to redo my makeup.

- FINE! - He slammed the door, leaving me alone in the silent room.

I knew the night wasn’t going to be as good as I planned.

*** time skip***

Arriving at the concert venue, my boyfriend parked the car next to the front door and we got out of the car. I saw just three people. We did it! We were ones of the first to be there.

- Oh my God! I loved your outfit! - The girl in front of us turned to me and said - I was going to dress up like this, but I didn't find the right dress.

- Thank you! I actually made the dress with an old one from my mom’s closet.

- This is just Impeccable.

I smiled at her and turned to my boyfriend, who was rolling his eyes. I was so excited that I didn't even care, he wouldn't ruin my day.

- Are you sure that you want to be here waiting for the show to begin for five hours? - He sounded tired and annoyed, but we were there for just about half an hour.

- Yeah, I'm sure. You don't have to stay if you don't want to. - I think that if he stays away for a while, he will be nicer or something, but maybe I was a bit rude and he’ll be even more mad - As long as you come for the show when it begins.

I smiled, trying to make him see that I'm not angry, I was, but he didn't need to know.

- Sure… I'm going to find something to eat. Stay fine, babe.

He gave me a brief kiss and drove away.

*** time skip***

I was finally inside of the building, but my boyfriend didn’t get back for five hours. I was worried because I tried to call him like ten times in the last three hours, but he didn’ answer. I was about to leave, when I saw him coming.

- WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

I hugged him in desperation, but he seemed like he just went to the bathroom and got back in two minutes.

- Like I said, I was buying some food.- He gave me a smashed hamburger and I grabbed it with an angry look on my face.

- I was worried! Why didn’t you answer the ten fucking calls?

- My phone was on silent. - The way he seemed to not care made my blood boil. - But I'm here now, right?

- Whatever.

He opened his mouth to say something, but at the same moment, Frank, Mikey, Ray and Gerard stepped on the stage and I couldn't help but scream with the crowd. Without saying anything, “Our Lady of Sorrows” started. I was so close that I could see the color of Gerard's eyes. Was this heaven?

Everything was going really well, but it was a small show, so they kept stopping the show to talk to us. Before playing “Helena” Gerard said:

- Well, the next song is really important for us, and it’s amazing to see that so many people like it too. - He looked down at me and smiled. I forgot how to breathe for a moment. - Your dress is perfect, darling.

I was about to faint.

- T-thanks! - I said, smiling back at him.

My boyfriend gave him a death look, but Gerard just chuckled and started to sing.

- What the fuck?! - He grabbed my arm and began to talk, loud enough to not be muffled by the music - That was why you dressed like this? to impress him?

- I dressed like this as a tribute to this song! - I tried to make him let me go, but it didn't work, so he kept holding my arm. - It's not my fault that he noticed!

He huffed and dropped my arm.

- I need a drink.

He walked away to the bar and I stayed watching the show. I was not sure, but I think Gerard saw all that shit happening. By the way, seeing Frank and Ray playing guitar with my own eyes was the most amazing thing ever until now, and Mikey slayed so much with that bass.

The next song that they played was “The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You”, and I was very enthusiastic about this song. But I haven't any idea of how this was going to end.

I was singing along, and weirdly Gerard walked close to where I was and kneew in front of me. He put his hand on my cheeks, which turned red immediately, and kept singing “Pull the plug. But I'd like to learn your name. When holding on. Oh, I hope you do the same '' He looked deep into my eyes and continued “Aww, sugar”.

The crowd started to scream again, and my boyfriend turned to see what was happening. The scene made him get out of his mind. I know that a good girlfriend would never let this happen, and I should've backed off, but he has been such a dick since the day started, so I didn't feel blame, shame or anything else.

- You came here five hours early to be in the front because you knew this was gonna happend! You’re a fucking slut, don’t you? - He never talked to me like that. I got so sad that I couldn't even pay attention to the song.

This sadness became anger so fast, and I pushed him away before he could say any other thing. He tried to grip me in his arms, but I dodged him, bumping into someone next to me, and spilling a drink on my dress. I was about to scream something, but I saw Gerard making a sign to the security guard, who ran to my boyfriend and told him to go away.

- It’s fucking over! - I said to him and went back to see the rest of the show.

At the end, I waited for the people at the back of the crowd to leave, so I could have easy access to leave too.

- Hey!

I heard and didn’t believe it when I felt a touch on my shoulder.

- I’m sorry about what happened… I shouldn't have done that - It was Gerard. He was in front of me, just us. - Apropos, I'd really like to learn your name.

We laughed with the reference.

- That’s fine, he was being such an idiot since morning. - I said, giving him a shy smile. I said my name to him and kept talking - By the way, the show was amazing!

I was chatting with one of my favorite people in the world. I needed to make this not about my, now ex, boyfriend.

- Thanks! Good to know that even with all that shit you could enjoy the show. - He’s so cute, and the way he cares about his fans makes him even more wonderful. - It’s kinda weird but, can I get your number? It’s fine if you don’t want to give, but I find you really pretty and the way you dealt with this whole thing..

- Sure!

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~ Well, that's it, lemme know if you like it, and send me your request (;

#my chemical romance #gerard way x reader #gerard way #mcr

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eljeebee · 4 months ago

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Trigger Warning: Mentions of Homophobia

Vanderburg Twin seen Cheating from His Commoner Boyfriend

These are the words sitting in front of Dowager Duchess Margaux.

On her screen, a picture of her son, chatting with a woman on a pub probably around Foxbury. They were quite close in the photograph. She thinks they were about to hug, or had just hugged, but she could see the body language–none of them had tense shoulders, and none of them wore an awkward smile.

She rubbed her temple. What gave her a pounding headache was the tabloid’s assumptions of her son dating a commoner boyfriend–Louie Davis, the twins’ friend.

Every showbiz news network, news site–whatever–speculated that he and Louie were dating, as the paparazzi had taken quite a few pictures of them together when their friend group were out, when they were still at high school. Her private secretaries spent a lot of time giving the networks kill orders to kill every picture of the children, especially the photographs of Louie and Seamus “together”, on a reason stating that they were minors, and scared the networks that they could be sued by the parents for taking their photos without their consent. They made sure they never mentioned Mousse’s relationship status.

She even sent a peace offering to Louie’s parents, some new set of high-quality pots and pans for the father, a new handbag for the mother, and a new dress for Sidera Harper–Louie’s girlfriend.

Louie has a girlfriend, for Watcher’s sake.

Bernie entered the room, slamming the door. She could see him stressed. Obviously.

“This is why I told him to release a statement!” He almost growled. “The family never batted an eye when they said he’s gay. But I know the Queen Mother was disappointed.”

“Didn’t stop her from showing her favoritism to the twins, though,” Penny pointed out.

“Yes, Penny,” Bernie exasperatedly sighed. “But the disappointment is there. Did you see how she’s preferring Julie more than her brother?”

“Or maybe,” Penny rolled her eyes, “Julie is the Duchess so she’s more focused on her?”

Bernie exhaled. His heated glare targeted the ceiling, “Look,” he looked back at her, “the family is giving me shit right now–excuse me, Your Grace–they don’t like the cheating allegations. They can leave the boy be and be gay than see him as a cheater. He is considered his father’s spitting image, and they would hate it if he’s painted as an adulterer!”

Penny scoffed, “What, you’d rather have the family be homophobic than give you shit about a cheating scandal?” “What? No!” Bernie let out a noise of frustration. “Look at Prince Gerard and Mr. Simon, since when did the family release their disappointment?”

“Obviously not publicly. Prince Gerard and his husband stepping down from royal duties, retiring from his senior royal work, and moving to Starlight Shores is very telling. And don’t reason with me with Milo and Ramon Perez. The family doesn’t mind them– don’t care even –they’re distant relatives of the household. They’re far away from the throne, Bernie. As long as it’s not the main family, not from the line of King Pierce, they’re fine with it, because it doesn’t steal the show, doesn’t steal the limelight, doesn’t tamper royal values.”

Penny pointed a finger to Bernie. If he was near, Margaux knew the younger secretary would shove him with it, “That’s how homophobic they are.”

“Enough, you two!” Margaux raised her voice. “Let’s not put the blame on my son here.”

“That’s not what I – ”

She held her hand as she stood up from her seat. Bernie closed his mouth.

“What we’re going to do is fix this. You will drive to Foxbury, get my twins, their friends, including this girl, and we will debrief them. From there, we will ask Mousse to release a statement, which includes clarification on why he never spoke before–force him if need be, and then we will have Julie release a statement that shows support,” she motioned to Penny, “which includes a picture of their friend group, with Louie and Sidera together– take note of this –and my son and this girl sitting beside each other. Stage them to be as intimate as possible, have him sling an arm around her waist–anything. That will shut them up.”

“Excellent idea, my lady.”

“And if this doesn’t work?”

“Then we face the wrath of the Queen Mother.”

Seamus spared a quick glance to Bea, who stood beside him, helping him with his presentation.

Lou? He recalled the conversation he and Louie had. How did you know you…liked…Sid?

Louie had whipped his head to face him so fast Seamus had almost laughed. Dude…

He had sighed. I don’t know Louie. I thought of Bea as a friend, but I’m starting to see something more. I can no longer see her as a friend. Every night I think about her, her voice, her laughs, the way she speaks. The way she smartly answers our professors, the way she handles her fans inside the campus, telling them to move their asses away and not disturb her education…I always look forward to seeing her, Lou, but I’m also nervous when I’m about to see her. I was never the one to look conscious about my appearance because everyone finds me handsome anyway –

– Woooow. You sounded like a prick there. Louie had laughed at him.

Seamus had chuckled at this, and then continued, When I’m with her, I always find myself worrying about how I look. Do I look good? I’ve asked the girls about it. Julie always says yes, and Sid just gave me a thumbs up. My confidence spikes–until I see her.

Yeah, and you buy the magazine that has her at the cover, Louie had teased him by adding another thing that he’s so embarrassed to admit.

Seamus remembered giving him a look. He also remembered Louie stuck his tongue out to tease him more.

Anyway, his friend had patted him on the back firmly. You’ve fallen in love, my boy.

And back to the present. This is why she’s here. He invited her under the pretense of asking her help. Honestly, he can breeze through this presentation with how inspired he is.

He’s going to confess to Bea. Right here. Right now.

“Bea– ”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

He tried not to click his tongue. Smiling at Bea, he said, “I’ll get it.”

As soon as he opened the door, in came Louie, pushing Seamus back into his room, and kicking the door closed. He looks worried.

“Nobody freak out,” Louie said, but it looked like he said that for himself.

Worry etched on Bea’s face. “What’s going on?”

“Girl, I said, don’t freak out!” Louie let out a sound that made Seamus almost laugh.

“No one’s freaking out but you, Lou. What’s up?” Seamus chuckled.

“There’s…” Louie gulped. “There’s paparazzi outside our door!”

They jogged down the stairs, and when the paparazzi noticed them through the glass windows of their door, they pounded, demanding them to step outside. It was locked, luckily, and Seamus is sure they wouldn’t break the window–no one really liked to pay property damage.

“Juls,” Louie said to his phone, “lock your front door. Do not go out. Your brother and I will handle this.”

Seamus heard him. What his sister said, he doesn’t know, as Louie had immediately dropped the call.

“What should we do?” his friend asked. “Should we call Mr. Braxton?”

Seamus thought for a moment. He’d hate to have Bernie here. He’s going to give him one hell of a lecture. You should’ve released a statement a long time ago!

“I’ll go out and talk,” he finally said. “Just a quick announcement…”

“I’ll go with you,” Louie firmly nodded.

“Then I’ll go as well,” Bea added.

“Are you sure?” Louie asked, worried. “I think it’s safe for you to stay inside.”

Bea looked at Seamus. He sighed and gave her a small smile. “Okay, but if it gets too much, Louie will bring you inside, alright?”

“Lord Seamus! Is it true you’re cheating with your boyfriend?”

“Mr. Davis, how do you feel that he’s cheating with that girl right beside you?”

“Seriously? I have a girlfriend!” Louie scowled.

Seamus whispered back to him, “That’s the first and last reaction you’ll give them. Let me handle this.”

Louie shared a glance with Bea. She nodded at him, before looking down at her feet to avoid the paparazzi. Louie rubbed the back of his neck.

Seamus saw his sister and Sid watching through the windows of their door. He knows what she’s thinking. Don’t. He looked away.

“I’m here to confirm one thing,” Seamus started, and the commotion stopped. The journalists waited. He continued, “Bea and I…” he glanced at her. I’ll have to confess this way. I’m sorry.

“We’re dating. The cheating allegations are not true–never is, never was. No relationship before Bea. My sister and I are dear friends of Louie, and his girlfriend, Ms. Harper. I have been silent to the media for many years, even when you assumed my orientation, as I believed that leaving you be is enough, and not engaging with your behavior will keep my family safe. As I’m seeing right now, it’s not. You’re putting my friends at risk. Now, I suggest you leave, before we call the campus security.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the journalists started speaking over each other. A cacophony of more questions. Seamus turned on his heel, pulling Bea with him, and on cue, Louie followed suit, shielding them as they went back inside. He elbowed some journalists away, then quickly closed the door behind him, locking it.

“I’ll call Bernie,” Seamus said, exhaling. “Call security, please.”

Louie nodded.

Seamus looked at Bea. He doesn’t know what to make of her expression. He understood why she was angry. She should be. He should’ve confessed to her first before publicizing that they’re dating.

“We’ll talk after this,” Bea finally said.

There goes my confession.

I've asked some friends to beta read the first part of the update, namely Margaux and her conversation with her private secretaries, so I'd like to thank: @systsim, @novac2281, @plasmadaze, @authorspirit, and @changingplumbob. Thank you for your feedback 🩷

#tw: mentions of homophobia #tw: homophobia #tw homophobia #tw mention of homophobia #DSVGen2 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #ts4 #ts4 story #simblr #duchess margaux #bernard braxton #penrose walters #seamus vanderburg II #bea valderama #louie davis #juliette vanderburg #sidera harper

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teenwolf-meta · 11 months ago

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If Scott could go back in time and not take the bite…would he?

Thank you for this ask! I'm sorry it took me so long to answer it, but I wanted to give it the attention it deserves. I love this question because it involves a bunch of questions and possibilities.

We know, for instance, that when Derek tells Scott there's a potential cure for the bite in season one, Scott's very interested, for pretty understandable reasons: there's a violent Alpha trying to make him murder his friends, a loose cannon of a werewolf stalking him, and his girlfriend's family is hunting him, and will kill him if they find out his secret.

I have to think that Scott wonders what would have happened if Derek hadn't betrayed him and if the cure had worked. Jackson would never have become the kanima, Matt would never have gone on his killing spree. Erica and Boyd would be alive. With no Alpha in town, Gerard would have no reason to stick around. Victoria would never have tried to murder Scott. The Alpha pack would have had no reason to come. The Nemeton never would have been awakened, the nogitsune wouldn't have been freed, Allison wouldn't have been killed, the deadpool would never had been activated, and so on.

Of course, things aren't always simple. Isaac might have remained in an abusive household, the Argent Code would have remained unchanged, the Alpha pack would still have been at large, Jennifer might still have come to town, and most immediately, Peter would have still been targeting Lydia to make his return. The escalation of the situation in Beacon Hills also resulted in meaningful victories; Gerard, Jennifer, Deucalion, various assassins, and the Dread Doctors were all stopped, just to name a few. Without Scott and the pack, Malia might have been killed by her father, or remained a coyote forever. Scott might never have met Kira, or Parrish, or become so close with Liam.

I think Scott would be reluctant to mess with the timeline because he knows the consequences are difficult to anticipate, and usually big. You can see that attitude in things like his and Lydia's exhaustion in 6b, when they're trying to figure out what to do about the anuk-ite (6x11):

LYDIA: We opened a door to another world... and something came out with us. Now we need the Hellhound to stop it. MALIA: So we put it back. We've put things back before… Why are you two looking at each other like there's something you know that I don't know? SCOTT: [sighs] It might not be that simple. LYDIA: We saved Stiles. We brought everyone back, but that's not how it was supposed to happen. There's always a price to pay. SCOTT: We learned that from the Nemeton.

In the same vein, I definitely don't see Scott going back to the night of the pilot and choosing not to sneak out. If Peter hadn't bitten Scott, he would have bitten someone else; he was looking for a minion to help him kill and make himself more powerful. Scott wouldn't want to condemn anyone else to that. Scott is also extraordinarily talented at refusing to break; someone else probably wouldn't have been able to resist Peter's thrall. Things could have been so much worse if Peter had bitten someone else that night.

The last question I think your question gets at, anon, is whether Scott ever becomes comfortable with being a werewolf, since that discomfort would be part of why he'd want to undo the bite in the first place.

This anxiety is misrepresented by hateful or misinformed parts of fandom as Scott not understanding what it is to be a werewolf, or they claim that he's resentful of and dismissive of werewolves as a whole. So before I continue, I just want to stress that that's not what I'm saying, and that's just not true at all. Scott is, for instance, not against Isaac/Erica/Boyd being bit because he hates werewolves. He's worried about them being hurt, either by Derek or by hunters or other werewolves--which they all are. When he bites Liam, he's quick to assure him that's he's "not a monster" (4x04), even as he laments the pain and danger he's brought on Liam's head, and while he worries that he himself is becoming "more of a monster" (4x08).

Scott isn't negative about being a werewolf per se. From the beginning, there are moments of excitement and happiness that Scott experiences from being a werewolf, starting in season 1 and really picking up, I think, in the first episode of season 2, when Scott excitedly races through the woods and leaps over the ravine on his way to see Allison. Yeah, maybe he only has to sneak around because he's a werewolf in the first place, but I'd argue that we see Scott clearly enjoying being a werewolf for its own sake in that moment. Scott even seems cautiously optimistic about his future as he comforts a grieving Allison: "Everything's gonna be okay. We're gonna find Lydia, and it's all gonna be good. Just think about it: no Peter, no psycho werewolf killings... Your dad and me... Well, that's a work in progress" (2x01).

But, of course, the fragile peace doesn't last. Over and over, we see every aspect of Scott's life—his loved ones, his family, his future—threatened or damaged or destroyed because of the fact that he's a werewolf. Scott himself is stabbed, shot, poisoned, electrocuted and otherwise tortured, when he's not hurting himself. Scott is also hyper aware of his increased capacity to hurt people as a werewolf; it's literally his worst nightmare (4x08).

Unsurprisingly, Scott becomes suicidal. The show handles it most directly in 3x05 and 3x06, but it isn't really resolved, and by the time Scott is murdered, Posey has said Scott was "ready to die." After he's resurrected, Scott's self-esteem doesn't seem to have improved much: he throws himself into constant danger, and is ready to square off with even the Beast of Gévaudan, even knowing how hopeless it is. After his friends show up to help him, Braeden asks if he seriously thought he had a chance against the Beast.

"No," Scott replies glibly (5x18).

By 6a, it's treated as almost a background element. When Scott squares off with Douglas alone in the woods, Douglas sneers, "I don't know whether it's stupidity or suicide."

In response, Scott shrugs. "Maybe both" (6x10).

I confess this lack of resolution has always frustrated me. I appreciate that the finale emphasized Scott's thriving friendships and relationships, and there's been some excellent meta done about Scott and self-harm in the finale, but it also felt like a bit of a bleak choice to have the finale show Scott engaging in dramatic self-harm, and leave him embroiled in a seemingly endless war.

Which is why I really appreciated that the movie showed a Scott who seems to have found a balance between pursuing his dreams and helping those in need, in a way that makes the most of the fact that he's a werewolf. Most significantly, for the purpose of this ask, I loved that when the nogitsune mockingly asks, "Tell me, Scott McCall, what is the sound of a wolf who is ready to die?"

Scott can finally answer, "I'd tell you, but I'm not ready to die."

#teen wolf #teen wolf meta #scott mccall #teen wolf movie

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selmasemlan · 6 months ago

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Be Mine

Summary: In the enchanting summer air of New Orleans, Marcel and Luna's deepening friendship blossoms into a romantic relationship when Marcel asks Luna to be his girlfriend

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC)

Author note: I'm back with another part of this fic. I just can't stop

Warning: cute shish, none

Word count: 821

Series Masterlist

Be Mine

The summer air in New Orleans was thick with the scent of magnolias and the distant sound of jazz drifting through the streets. Luna and Marcel found themselves strolling along the banks of the Mississippi River, the setting sun casting a golden hue over the city. It had been a summer of adventures and unexpected moments, each day weaving them closer together.

As they walked hand in hand, Luna couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in her chest. Their friendship had blossomed into something deeper during their time together in New Orleans, and she wondered if Marcel felt the same way.

Marcel, ever perceptive, sensed Luna's quiet contemplation. He stopped by a wrought-iron bench overlooking the river, gently guiding her to sit beside him. Luna nestled close, the warmth of his presence comforting and familiar.

"You know," Marcel began softly, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation, "this summer has been... extraordinary."

Luna looked up at him, her heart skipping a beat at the sincerity in his eyes. "It really has," she agreed softly, a smile tugging at her lips.

Marcel reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Luna's face. "I've enjoyed every moment we've spent together," he confessed, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek.

Luna's breath caught in her throat, her pulse quickening with anticipation. She searched his eyes, finding warmth and affection mirrored in their depths.

"I've been meaning to ask you something," Marcel continued, his voice steady but tinged with nervousness. "Luna, would you... would you like to be my girlfriend?"

The question hung in the air, filled with hope and vulnerability. Luna felt a rush of emotions—joy, excitement, and a deepening affection for the man before her. She leaned in, pressing her forehead against his, their breaths mingling in the warm evening air.

"Yes, Marcel," Luna whispered, her voice barely above a murmur but filled with certainty. "I would love that."

Marcel's face broke into a wide, radiant smile, his relief evident. Without hesitation, he pulled Luna into his arms, holding her close as they savored the moment. Luna melted into his embrace, feeling the weight of unspoken words and uncharted promises between them.

They sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, the soft murmur of the river and the distant jazz music providing a gentle backdrop to their newfound happiness. Marcel twirled Luna playfully around, causing her to giggle uncontrollably, their laughter mingling with the music of the night.

Their laughter filled the air, and Marcel pulled Luna closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "You have no idea how happy you just made me," he murmured against her skin, his voice full of emotion.

Luna smiled, her heart swelling with love. "I think I might have an idea," she teased gently, her fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.

Marcel chuckled, leaning in to capture her lips in a tender kiss. The world seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the sweetness of the moment, the warmth of his lips a perfect match to the summer evening.

As they pulled back, Luna rested her head on Marcel's shoulder, sighing contentedly. "This feels like a dream," she said softly, her eyes closing as she relished the feeling of being so close to him.

Marcel kissed the top of her head, his arms tightening around her. "If it is, I never want to wake up," he replied, his voice a low, comforting rumble.

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, the gentle sounds of the city around them. Eventually, Marcel stood, taking Luna's hand in his and leading her to a quiet spot by the water. The city lights reflected off the surface of the river, creating a magical, shimmering scene.

Marcel pulled Luna into another dance, their movements slow and intimate. "Dance with me," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.

Luna nodded, her heart full as they swayed together under the stars. Each step felt like a promise, a silent vow of the love they were just beginning to explore.

When the night grew darker, they finally made their way back to the bench, sitting close together as they watched the last rays of sunlight disappear behind the horizon. Marcel draped his arm around Luna's shoulders, pulling her into his side.

"I can't wait to see where this takes us," he said softly, his fingers tracing patterns on her arm.

Luna looked up at him, her eyes shining with affection. "Me neither," she replied, her voice filled with hope and excitement.

In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of New Orleans and the warmth of each other's embrace, Luna and Marcel knew they were embarking on a journey that would be filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities. The summer had brought them together, and now, their hearts were intertwined, ready to face whatever the future held.

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whchenlvr · 2 years ago

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Hello! This is my first time requesting something, im so sorry if there any mistake i did in accident, english is not my first language-

i want to ask if you can write weak hero characters with a reader who have a talent in cooking? You can write any character, but please put Seongje Geum in it! ^^ thankyou!

of course! your english is amazing, by the way ❤️❤️

when you’re a good cook ;

weak hero x gn!reader

wolf keum

➤ wolf doesn't strike me as the type to be picky over his food, since food is fuel and he'll eat anything to keep him going

➤ however :) you are determined to change this. so determined, in fact, that you go on a week-long cooking spree to find his favorite dish

➤ "y/n, there's no point in a favorite food. food is food." you give that statement three days. when you ask again, wolf sighs and grins after providing him with enough meals to last a lifetime. "fine. my favorite food is yours." "but—" "please don't ask again, doll."

gray yeon

➤ gray is always impressed when he catches you experimenting with ingredients by the stove

➤ he’s good at studying. he’s good at planning, and he’s good at executing; cooking does not apply to gray

➤ "it's like math," you tried to explain one evening as he helped you bake a cake. "one box of mix, plus one egg, plus some milk, equals one cake!" he'd just stare at you, completely clueless. "it's a good thing you're cute." "what?" "what?"

jake ji

➤ “y/n, you make the best kimchi~” “aw, thanks babe!” “can you please make some for us~” “-_-“

➤ no but i think jake would shower you with compliments every time you cook something, whether it’s for him or not

➤ #1 hype boy fr 💗

ben park

➤ to your surprise, ben wants you to teach him how to cook

➤ you’d show him the basics, and he’d be standing safety at the other of the kitchen when certain ingredients start sizzling or popping

➤ "ben, you won't learn to cook if you're all the way over there." "the food is fighting back!"

donald na

➤ he’s a good cook, but you’re a good cook

➤ i feel like donald loves and admires every little thing about you, but the fact that you're so talented in culinary is his go-to bragging right

➤ "oh, your girlfriend paints? well, my y/n is an amazing cook." "your boyfriend is running for president? cool, but y/n bakes better than your mom, so.”

gerard jin

➤ he’s lowkey mad cause how dare you make better chicken than ttosikki?

➤ when you cook, i feel like gerard would just glower over you. he'd always be in your way, but you never have the heart to tell him off

➤ "are you not going to eat?" you ask one night, and he stubbornly shakes his head. "is it cause i made chicken?" "it's not better than ttosikki!" "bruh, i never said it was!"

dean kwon

➤ idk i feel like dean is a really good cook, so when you show your skills off, he’s a bit intimidated

➤ "oh okay. so you wanna fight." "huh?" "no, i get it. you think you're the best cook and wanna battle for the title. let's go, y/n, let's go." "wh... ok?"

➤ unfortunately for dean, your bibimbap turned out much better than his. though he refuses to admit it, you know by the way he asks you to make dinner the next night that you won

#weak hero #weak hero headcanons #weak hero x reader #weak hero webtoon #weak hero manhwa #weak hero class 1 #wolf keum #donald na #jake ji #ben park #gray yeon #gerard jin #dean kwon

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Wednesday and Enid's Future Daughter Stars in: "Ana's Amazing Adventure"

Story Summary: With adulthood coming closer to her every day, teenage Anarchy "Ana" Addams begins to contemplate what's next for her life, while helping out a new friend of hers... and also while jumping on trains, wielding a magic hammer, and activating giant lasers... ;)

Prologue: Another Time... Another Place...

A school bell rang, and a teenage boy was running through the hallway of an ordinary high school. He then stopped at a corner of the hallway, and looked around the corner as if he was waiting for someone. A blonde girl then walked out from around the corner and began to open her locker. The teenage boy got excited, and then pretended to walk around the corner casually as he said, "Oh, hi Jennifer." The blonde girl Jennifer smiled as he said, "Oh hi Gerard. So... last day of class before summer break, huh?" Gerard leaned against a nearby locker as he calmly said, "Yeah. So... any fun plans for what you'll do in town this summer?" As Jennifer grabbed her belongings from her locker, she said, "Well I'm going to tour Europe with my parents all summer, so I won't be around." Gerard suddenly looked devastated, but tried to put on a calm face as he said, "Oh... I... I didn't realize." Then as Jennifer grabbed the last of her belongings, she said, "Yeah. Sorry we can't have our usual Thursday lunches together. I've enjoyed having them with you every week this school year. Anyway, better go. Don't wanna miss my bus." Jennifer then quickly walked off, while a frustrated Gerard said to himself, "Come on Gerard, say something to her. Don't say it in a text. You have to say it in person. Uggh." Then after a moment of looking nervous, Gerard rushed down the hall. Gerard then rushed out of the school building as he said, "Jennifer!" However Gerard only saw Jennifer's face in the window of a bus that was already moving away from the school. Gerard looked sad for a moment... but then he simply sighed and said, "Well... there's always next school year..."

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Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair. They were a duo that shouldn't have worked... but they did... and somehow their relationship resulted in marriage. Now, Wednesday and Enid work at their old school: Nevermore Academy as teachers, raising up an entire new generation; including their own twin seventeen year old daughters: Harmony and Ana. Harmony, who carries both of her mother's special abilities, continues to grow and explore the world with her girlfriend (and now fiancé) Megan. Ana meanwhile... has always been a very different story... and that story is what we will be focusing on today...

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Fun But Shy Girl Presents...

Ana's Amazing Adventure

Ana Sinclair Addams was running through the woods as fast as she could while wearing a long purple coat and backpack. Sweat was covering her face, and her mouth was panting quickly, as her feet moved as fast as they could. Ana then heard the sound of feet from other people in the distance. Panicked, Ana tried to run faster. Then suddenly, a figure jumped down from a tree and landed in front of Ana. Ana froze for a moment, and then saw the figure was her sister: Harmony. Harmony then had her hands turn into werewolf claws as she said, "You've gone too far this time Ana. You have to be stopped!" Ana then bolted away from Harmony as she yelled, "Now Stormageddon the Conqueror!" Then Ana's cat jumped out from behind a tree and pressed a button on the ground. Suddenly a large heavy net dropped from the tress and caught Harmony inside of it. Ana's cat then jumped on Ana's shoulder, as a grateful Ana said, "Good work. Now lets go!"

Ana then ran towards the edge of a nearby cliff, and then froze for a moment as she stood over the ledge of the cliff. Then Ana heard another familiar voice say, "You can run, but you can't hide." Then Ana turned her head, and saw her mom: Enid emerging from the darkness of a nearby cave. Then Enid had her hands turn into werewolf claws as she said, "Ana, I may be your mother... but this ends now!" Ana suddenly heard the sound of a train, and then smiled as she said, "Excuse me mom... but I feel the need... the need for speed!" Then at the bottom of the cliff, a high speed train was rushing down a set of railroad tracks. Ana's cat jumped into a pocket in Ana's coat, and then Ana jumped off the cliff... and onto the speeding train.

Ana landed, and then gripped onto the train with her all her strength. Ana then crawled forward on the top of the train, and soon found a location between the train cars she could jump down into. Ana then quickly stepped into a storage compartment of the train, and stopped to breathe for a moment. Then Ana's cat poked his head out of Ana's pocket, looked behind Ana, and then made a loud meowing noise. Ana then saw Megan stepping out from behind some boxes while holding a sword out. Ana looked very annoyed as she yelled, "Oh, come on!" Megan smirked as she said, "Don't think I'm helpless Ana. I took your mother's self defense courses for the last two years now at Nevermore." Then Ana suddenly took out her own sword while saying, "And I've been taking my mother's self defense courses at home for the last sixteen years now. So you've got to ask yourself one question... Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?"

Megan then lunged forward at Ana with her sword. Ana quickly blocked Megan's attack with her own sword. Both girls then swung their swords back and forth at each other, as Megan tried to overpower Ana. Then suddenly Megan was able to trip Ana, causing Ana to drop her sword. As Ana laid on the ground, a determined Megan said, "It's over Ana. Give up." Then Ana grinned as she said, "You think I'm defenseless?" Then Ana pulled out of her backpack: a large hammer as she yelled, "Say hello to my little friend! For whosoever holds this hammer, if she be worthy, shall possess the power of being awesome!" Then suddenly lightning shot out of the hammer, which took the form of an energy blast, and pushed Megan to the ground. Ana's cat then looked at Ana while making a meowing sound. Ana then casually said, "Don't you start interrogating me about where I get my stuff Stormageddon the Conqueror. All you need to know is I simply found the hammer somewhere. What the people in the realm of Asgard don't know won't hurt them."

Then Ana heard the sound of the train stopping, while Megan slowly stood up as she said, "A little jolt won't stop me that easily. If I can survive making out with your sister in werewolf form, I can handle battling you." Then as Ana smirked, she held out her hammer as she said, "Guess I'm dropping the hammer. Sorry Megan, but... hasta la vista baby!" Then suddenly the window to the train burst open as Wednesday Addams came crashing through. Wednesday immediately threw a dagger at Ana's hammer so hard that it caused Ana to drop her hammer. Ana quickly looked scared as she tried to run. However Wednesday immediately threw rope at Ana's legs tying her up. Ana then laid on the ground as Wednesday picked up Ana's hammer, and then pointed it at her while saying, "Ana, my daughter... your nefarious plan has finally ended!" Then from a nearby door: Enid and Harmony walked in, while Enid said, "It's time to finally admit defeat." Then Ana groaned, rolled her eyes, and then said, "Okay! Fine! I'll give up the television remote!"

Then Ana took out of her backpack: a television remote, and then handed it to Enid. Harmony breathed a sigh of relief as she said, "Phew. Now we can avoid watching what Ana's choice would've been for family movie night." A frustrated Ana then said, "But I really wanted to get you guys into Bluey with a fun marathon of that series. The characters in that show are so lovable and nuanced! You just gotta give it a few more episodes, and then you'll be a Truey Bluey for life!" Then Megan held out a small portable safe, and while Enid put the remote in the safe, she said, "This remote is staying out of your hands for the next week young lady. Besides... you're gonna turn 18 years old next month. Maybe spend some less time watching TV, and more time thinking about your future. Anyway, I'm tired. Lets just postpone family movie night until next week." An excited Megan then said, "Oh boy. Maybe tonight Harmony, you and me can finally decide on our wedding song."

Then as Ana remained on the ground, she looked excited as she said, "Ooo! How about a Lady Gaga song!? I think Poker Face would make a perfect song to play for your first dance as a married couple." Harmony then glared at Ana as she said, "Ana, we are not playing Lady Gaga music at our wedding. I mean if we did that, why not ask a Koala Bear from Wyoming to serve exploding candy canes as hors d'oeuvres to the guests?" An excited Ana then said, "You actually read my list of ideas I sent you!?" Harmony rolled her eyes as everyone began to walk off the train. Ana then untied the rope from her legs, while her cat made a meowing noise. Ana then looked at her cat confused while she said, "What do you mean I could've just bought another television remote?"

***

That night, Ana laid in bed wearing purple pajamas. As she tried to fall asleep, Ana's eyes widened as she heard Harmony and Megan in the room next door making moaning noises. Ana then heard Harmony through the walls making a howling noise, as an excited Megan could also be heard saying, "Oh yes my little wolf. Huff and puff and blow me down!" Ana then had a disturbed look on her face as she stood up and walked out of her bedroom. Then as Ana walked by Wednesday and Enid's bedroom, she heard Enid behind the door yelling, "Yes Wednesday! Harder! Smack me harder! Oh God, that feels amazing! Now stick the top of the paddle inside me!" Ana then looked horrified as she rushed down the stairs. Ana then walked into the kitchen where she saw her cat was pressing his paws on an iPad.

Ana then sat down looking disturbed as she said, "Stormageddon the Conqueror... we need to buy my moms and sister another layer of sound proof panels for their rooms. Three layers apparently isn't enough! By the way... what are you doing up so late?" Ana's cat then made a simple meowing noise. Ana then had a disturbed look on her face as she said, "Okay, I didn't need to hear about your plans for your anniversary with Princess Snuggles at that cat hotel. What you and your kitty girlfriend do behind closed doors is your business." Ana then stood up and prepared to get some food. However as Ana walked around the kitchen, she saw brochures for colleges on the counter, along with ungraded test papers that belonged to Wednesday and Enid's Nevermore students on another counter. Ana then sighed as she said, "I need to take a walk. You wanna come Stormageddon the Conqueror?" Ana's cat made a happy meowing sound, and then jumped on Ana's shoulder.

***

In the middle of the night, Ana walked down a long dirt road under the moon light while wearing a dark purple coat. Ana's cat sat on Ana's shoulder looking content, while Ana walked looking a bit upset. Ana then saw an abandoned house, and curiously walked towards it. After breaking down a wooden barrier on a window, Ana stepped into the house. Seeing nothing was inside the mostly empty house, Ana then sat down as she said, "Is it wrong that I feel more comfortable right now in a creepy abandoned house than my own home?" Ana's cat then made a reassuring meowing noise. Ana sighed, and then and began to toss small orange rocks she saw on the ground.

As Ana gently threw the small orange rocks across the room, she looked upset as she said, "I don't know what I'm doing with my life Stormageddon the Conqueror. I mean... Harmony and Megan are soon going to go to college and forge a career path for themselves. Mom and mother have a great gig teaching at Nevermore Academy. You somehow became a millionaire overnight and are now the CEO of ten major companies. Everyone in my family has a sure thing they've got going for them, and have someone special in their life to share it with. But me... I don't know what I'm doing with my life, and I've got no one to do it with." Then Ana's cat made an angry meowing noise. Ana rolled her eyes as she said, "You know what I mean. Me and you will always be tight. However... it's just... being a bounty hunter that sometimes works with the government is just a part time thing, and running a school restaurant was never going to be a permanent job I'd keep. I still don't know what I wanna do long term with my life Stormageddon the Conqueror... and sadly... I'll probably never have anyone to experience it with romantically."

Then Ana picked up an orange rock off the ground, and then threw it hard at the nearby wall. Suddenly the orange rock broke, and a blue mist came out of it. The blue mist then took the form of a transparent blue teenager floating in the air as he yelled, "Finally! I've returned to the land of the living!" Ana looked very surprised as she said, "Who the heck are you supposed to be!?" The ghostly teenage boy then said, "Oh. Hi. I'm Gerard, and I know this may be hard to believe... but I'm a ghost." Then Ana casually said, "Oh. That's it? Okay." The ghostly boy Gerard looked confused as he said, "The fact that I'm a ghost appearing in front of you doesn't freak you out?" Then Ana leaned back as she calmly said, "Nah. One of my two moms and my sister are werewolves, I'm friends with a vampire and a siren, I've fought an army of lizard monsters once, spent several months hiding from a demon, met Santa Clause, traveled through time and almost undid my existence, and once got kidnapped by a dark alternate universe version of my mother. So meeting a ghost isn't too out of the ordinary for me."

The ghost: Gerard looked a bit confused as he said, "Oh. Well... okay. So... how long has it been since I died? It's hard to tell. Maybe you heard of me. I was on the academic decathlon team at my school, and we won first place back in the year..." Then Ana interrupted Gerard as she said, "Hold on. I recognize you now! You're Gerard Finolis. You're the teenager in town who died a year and a half ago. You were on the news because it's so rare to hear about a teenager dying from a heart attack." Gerard looked surprised as he said, "It's been over a year!? Wow. When you die, time passes by in such a strange nonlinear way. This is all just so weird. I mean... this is my home we're in, and it feels like I was walking in here just yesterday... but it's obviously been abandoned for quite some time now. Mom and dad must've found it hard to stay here after I died." A curious Ana then asked, "So what are you doing back on Earth as a ghost Gerard? Aren't you supposed to go to whatever happens next after you die?" Gerard sighed, and then said, "Yeah, but... there's something I really wanted to do before I died. So as I was beginning to pass on... I just focused really hard on that thing I wanted to do... and suddenly I was here."

Ana then looked more interested as she said, "Hey. I heard about this in my occult class once when one of my teachers at Nevermore Academy was talking about spirits and the afterlife. It's rare, but there are stories of people with super determined wills that are able to keep their spirits on Earth in the form of ghosts. Although it's supposed to only be possible if someone dies while holding onto some rare mineral." Gerard then put a hand on his ghostly chin as he said, "Well... when I died I was wearing this weird necklace that was made up of small orange rocks which my grandma gave me. She said it was made of some weird rare mineral that legend says helps people connect with spirits better. I just didn't think it meant I would be one of those spirits." Ana then looked at the orange stones on the ground as she said, "Someone in your family must've left the necklace you died in here when they abandoned the house. Your spirit must've been stored in one of the orange stones, and I guess I brought you out."

As Gerard began to float around the room, he said, "Whoa. This is just so weird. I mean... I'm not angry about dying. I'm not sure why, but I'm somehow perfectly at peace with that. But being here as a ghost... this is still so strange." Then an excited looking Ana said, "Ooo. We should totally test out what you can do! Can you go through walls?" Gerard then floated back and forth through some walls as he said, "Yeah. It looks like it." Then a smiling Ana said, "What about touching things?" Gerard then reached out and tried to touch a small table in the room, but his hand went right through it. Then Gerard looked annoyed as he said, "Uggh. You mean I can't feel things ever again!?" Then a happy looking Ana said, "Wait. Try to concentrate. Focus." Gerard then held out his hands towards the table... and then the table moved slightly. An excited Ana then said, "You did it!" Gerard smiled as he said, "Yeah. I didn't actually feel my hands touch it though. It was more like... I created a cold wind that simply pushed the table just a little bit."

Then a very excited Ana said, "How about possession? Just don't test it out on me." Ana's cat then suddenly had a nervous look on his face and tried to walk away. Then Gerard suddenly floated over Ana's cat... and then Ana's cat began to stand on two legs as it did the can can dance. Ana laughed, and after a moment: Gerard floated away from Ana's cat. Ana's cat then quickly got back on four legs, and looked angry as it hissed at Gerard. Gerard chuckled a bit, and then said "Sorry little kitty. Anyway, it didn't feel like I was doing mind control or straight up possession. I just sent an idea into your cat's head... and it simply did it." Ana then grinned as she said, "Oh, this is so awesome! Gerard, with my brains and your special abilities, we could rule the world... or get into movies for free. Hmm... I don't know which idea sounds better."

Then Gerard had a slightly sad look in his eyes as he said, "Well... I didn't fight with all my might to come back as a ghost for cheap tricks. You see... a short time before I died... there was a girl at school I liked... her name was Jennifer, and... I never got to tell her that I... I loved her. She was my best friend, and... I want her to know how much she meant to me, make sure she's okay... and look out for her." Then a smiling Ana said, "Aww. You wanna be like a guardian angel and look after your friend. That's sweet. You know what? I'll help you find your lady friend." An excited Gerard then said, "Really?" Then Ana crossed her arms as she said, "But you gotta do me one favor with your possession powers first." Gerard sighed, and then said, "Fine. What do you want me and my ghostly possession abilities to do for you?"

***

In the morning, Wednesday and Enid walked into the kitchen wearing black and pink night gowns respectively. As Enid stretched her arms, she said, "Mmm. That was wonderful last night Wens. Who knew you could get so much exercise in bed?" Then Harmony and Megan walked into the kitchen wearing matching purple night gowns as a smiling Harmony said, "Hey. Anyone else want cereal? I'm pouring a bowl for me." Then as all four women got their breakfast food prepared, a curious Enid asked, "Hey, did anyone hear a wolf howling last night? I kept hearing howls all night long." Then Harmony looked very nervous as she said, "Oh. Well... um..." Then as Megan sat down in a chair, she casually said, "Oh, that was Harmony in bed with me." Harmony's face suddenly went red as she said, "Megan!" Then a very startled Enid said, "Wait. You mean... you two... go at it... with Harmony wolfed out!?" Megan made a simple smile as she said, "Yes, and you can see from the lack of scratches on me that your daughter treats me very gently. So don't worry. Also, she's very careful to never crush me when on top." Then Harmony covered her face as she said, "You cannot be talking about this in front of my moms."

Enid now looked very stunned as she said, "My God! Me and Wednesday never tried that because I was always worried that I might hurt..." Then Wednesday interrupted Enid as she calmly said, "I never wished to pressure you into doing it. However if you ever do wish to wolf out in bed with me Enid, I'm sure I would find the rough experience to be quite invigorating." Then Megan smiled as she said, "It's not so bad. Hugging a werewolf while making love is sort of like making out with a very muscular teddy bear." Harmony now began to look very uncomfortable as she said, "Would you all stop this! I am not having my girlfriend and moms discuss their sexual preferences with each other! This is totally wrong!" Then as Wednesday stood up she said, "Well as much as I enjoy seeing my daughter experiencing absolute torment, I must leave now." A curious Enid then asked, "Everything okay Wens?" Wednesday nodded her head as she said, "Indeed. I simply have some errands to run this day-o."

A confused Enid then said, "What did you say Wednesday?" Wednesday looked a bit confused herself as she said, "I... I simply was trying to say I have errands to run this day-ay-ay-o." A confused Harmony then asked, "Mother, what's going on with you?" Then a worried looking Wednesday said, "I'm not certain. All I know for sure is that daylight come and me want go home." Then Enid look concerned as she said, "Wednesday... did that weird mystic woman come back and screw with your brain again?" Wednesday began to look more worried as she said, "No. This feels different. It's as if I feel compelled to say me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o." All of the women then looked very confused as Megan said, "Mrs Addams... are you feeling okay?" Then Wednesday looked at the three women in front of her, and simply said, "Daylight come and me want go home."

Then suddenly Enid stood up and looked surprised as she said, "Work all night on a drink of rum." Then Harmony and Megan suddenly found themselves beginning to wipe the table with table clothes as they said "Daylight come and me want go home." Then Wednesday with wide surprised eyes, began to do a slow dance around the kitchen table as she said, "Stack banana till the morning come." Then all four women began waving their arms together as they sang, "Daylight come and me want go home." Then Harmony began beating her hands on the table as she said, "Come, mister tally man, tally me banana." Then all four women began shaking their hips as they sang, "Daylight come and me want go home." Then Megan began shaking her butt as she sang, "Come, mister tally man, tally me banana." Then all four women waved their hands high in the air as they sang, "Daylight come and me want go home. Lift six foot, seven foot, eight foot, bunch! Daylight come and me want go home." Then all four women jumped on the kitchen table and began waving their arms around as they sang again, "Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, bunch! Daylight come and me want go home."

Then suddenly all four women stopped singing and dancing, and froze for a moment as they all looked at each other. Wednesday then made a very glaring look as she said, "We will never speak of this moment for the rest of our lives. Agreed?" Enid, Harmony, and Megan all nodded their heads looking scared as they said, "Agreed." Meanwhile, Ana was watching the entire scene from behind a corner. Gerard then appeared and floated over to Ana in his ghostly form as he said, "How was that? Did my possession of them work out the way you wanted it to?" Ana giggled, and then said, "Oh yeah. I'd say I got my proper vengeance on them for taking the remote from me. Come on. Lets go do your mission now Gerard."

***

That evening: Ana and her cat were standing on top of a hill looking down at a public high school which had many teenagers in fancy clothes walking inside. Gerard then floated over in his ghostly form over Ana as he said, "What's going on here?" Ana then held up her phone as she said, "Check out your old school's newsletter here. As a congratulations to the students for dramatically raising the school's overall GPA this year, they're being thrown a winter formal dance tonight... and look who is in charge of the student party planning committee." Then Ana scrolled over to a picture, and then Gerard froze as he saw a picture of a blonde girl. Gerard then made a smile as he said, "That's Jennifer... my friend. She... she looks more beautiful than ever. Okay. So... how do I approach her and let her know I'm a ghost now?" Then Ana looked at Gerard with a confused face as she said, "Gerard, are you seriously willing to risk freaking your friend out before finding out for sure if she liked you? No, no, no. First we gotta figure out if she actually liked you when you were alive. Then we can properly come up with a way to get you both properly re-antiquated." Then a confused Gerard said, "But she's in the dance, and we're out here. Also, if I can't talk to her yet... how are we gonna get the info?" Then Ana made a grin as she said, "Oh, I have an idea or two..."

***

Ana was wearing a sleeveless silk purple dress and silk purple gloves as she walked over to the door of the school dance. A female teacher stood at the door, and then looked at Ana with a confused face as she said, "And who might you be? You clearly aren't a student from this school." Then Ana made a cool and confidant face as she said, "Maybe, but I was still invited. I'm the DJ for this here party. The name's Addams. Ana Addams... and instead of money, I'll have a fruit smoothie as compensation for my services tonight... and make sure the smoothie is shaken, not stirred." Then Ana's cat suddenly appeared and jumped onto a nearby stool while making a simple meowing noise. Then Ana simply glanced at her cat as she casually said, "And this is my business partner: DJ Stormageddon." The female teacher then smiled as she said, "Oh yes. Mister The Conqueror. We've been expecting you. The students are so looking forward to your talents tonight. Please, come in." Ana then looked a bit confused as she said, "Oh. Okay." Then as Ana walked into the building (with her cat now on her shoulder), she looked at her feline companion while saying, "You have got to stop having these side jobs behind my back. I thought we told each other everything." Then Ana's cat glared at Ana as he made a loud meowing noise. Then Ana rolled her eyes as she said, "Fine. I'll make you sure you don't miss out on the action the next time that Samurai Parrot from Alaska calls up."

Ana and her cat then walked into a broom closet. Then after making sure no one could hear them, Ana whispered, "We're in." Gerard then floated into the room in his ghostly form through a wall as he said, "Okay. I floated around the dance a bit, and found a way to make sure no one could see me. However I don't see Jennifer. Now with that being said... if we do find her, how do you plan to find out if shes like me?" Then Ana casually said, "Eh, once I spot her I'll figure something out." Then Ana's cat looked out a nearby window, and made a meowing noise. Ana and Gerard then looked out the window, and saw Jennifer stepping out of a limo with a tall and muscular teenage boy. Gerard looked stunned as she said, "She... she's with someone else!?" Then Ana looked angry as she said, "How dare that girl start dating another guy after you die and she believes she'll never see you on this plain of existence again!? Some people are just so insensitive and unreasonable! Don't worry Gerard. I'll deal with that guy." Then Ana rushed out of the broom closet, while Gerard looked at Ana's cat as he asked, "Should I be worried about what's going to happen next?" Then Ana's cat simply rolled his eyes and said "Rowr."

***

Jennifer was putting her coat into a coat room, as the large muscular teen boy with her said, "I'll get that for you Jennifer." Jennifer smiled as she said, "Thanks Ben." Jennifer then walked out of the coat room, while the teenage boy: Ben began to take off his own coat. Then just as Ben reached out for a coat hanger, Ana suddenly poked her head out from behind the coats (while wearing a ninja mask) and yelled, "Welcome to the party pal!" Then Ana immediately tied Ben up in rope, gagged him, and pulled him behind the coats.

***

In a large school auditorium, many teenagers in fancy outfits were eating, drinking, talking, and dancing throughout the room. Gerard floated around the side of the room, using his ghostly abilities to remain invisible to everyone. Jennifer then walked into the room, and immediately went over to grab a glass of punch. Gerard then longingly looked at Jennifer as he said, "Jennifer..." Gerard then tried to float in his invisible ghostly body as close to Jennifer as possible. Gerard sighed a bit, and then softly said, "I love you." Jennifer then turned her head, and looked confused as she said, "Huh? Who was that?" Then suddenly another girl walked over to Jennifer as she said, "Hey girl. How you doing?" Jennifer smiled as she said, "Oh, I'm doing okay." The other girl then said, "So who was that hunky guy I saw you walking into the school with? Is he a new boyfriend?" Jennifer then looked shocked and disgusted as she said, "Oh God, no! That's my cousin Ben! Since his girlfriend is out of town, and I was flying solo tonight, we both agreed he should come with me so I wouldn't have to be alone." The other girl then looked embarrassed as she said, "Oh! He's your cousin! I feel so silly for misunderstanding now." Gerard meanwhile then quickly floated away as he said, "Oh no! I need to find Ana now!"

***

In an empty classroom: Ben woke up and saw he was tied to a chair, and a bright light was shining down on him. Ben then looked confused as he said, "What's going on here!?" Then Ana walked into the room wearing a ninja mask (which covered her nose and mouth) while saying, "You're a disease... and I'm the cure." Ben looked at Ana with a very confused face as he said, "Huh?" Ana then stood over Ben as she said, "You think you're so clever, do you? Going after a poor defenseless girl? I've seen your type before. The tough strong guy going after the sweet girl that deserves to be with the seemingly weaker but much well meaning dude in town. Well just like so many 80's high school movies, it's time for me to put the cliche bully in his place... but in a more entertaining way." Then Ana quickly rolled into the room: an enormously large laser device. Ana then turned the device on, and it created a laser beam that slowly began to burn part of the floor, and then slowly moved it's way towards Ben's body. Ben began to look nervous as he said, "Okay. I think you're taking your prank too far. What are you? A wacky member of the cheer leading team trying to screw with me after I messed up in last week's big game?" Then Ana grinned as she said, "Choose your next witticism carefully Mister Ben. It may be your last." Then a scared Ben said, "What are you trying to get from this? Do you expect me to talk about something?" Ana quickly made a maniacal laugh, and then she said, "No Mister Ben. I expect you to die!"

Then Gerard quickly flew into the room as he yelled, "Ana! That's Jennifer's cousin! He's not trying to do anything bad to her!" Then Ana looked suddenly very guilty as she said "What!? Uh oh." Then as Ana turned the laser machine off, a scared Ben said, "Is that a ghost!? What's going on here!?" Then Ana looked a bit nervous as she said, "Well... um... you see..." Then Ana suddenly put on a pair of sunglasses as she said, "The truth is Ben... you have entered a strange new reality known as the Matrix." Then Ana held out a red pill and a blue pill as she said, "You take the blue pill: the story ends and you forget about all of this and go back to your normal life. You take the red pill, and you stay in wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes." Then an excited Ben said, "Whoa! The Matrix is really real! Heck yeah, I'll take the red pill!" Then an annoyed Ana said, "No, no no! You're supposed to take the blue pill, then you forget about what happened, and then you can't file kidnapping charges! Uggh!" You know what..." Then Ana suddenly punched Ben in the head very hard, knocking him out. Then Ana suddenly pulled out a large bag of money from a backpack she had (with a big dollar sign on it), dropped it near Ben's head, and then said, "This will be your fun little gift you find when you wake up. Have a free college education and a winter break vacation to wherever you want on me. My millionaire cat has got more where that came from."

Then as Ana took off her mask and prepared to leave the room, an amazed Gerard said, "Ana... you were prepared to torture that guy... just because you thought it would help me and Jennifer?" Ana then casually said, "Eh... it's what I do for my friends." Gerard chuckled a bit, and then said, "Well, remind me never to be the one that gets between yourself and anyone you like." Ana sighed a bit and then said, "Actually... there's never been any person out there I've ever really liked... or even anyone that really liked me. But... wallowing in self pity over never getting some bow-chicka-bow-wow doesn't accomplish anything. If I can help work things out between you and Jennifer tonight... then I've played my part in making the world a better place for others... and as long as I can say something like that on a regular basis... I think I can say I've have had a pretty fulfilling life." Gerard smiled as he said, "Thanks Ana."

***

In the middle of the school dance: Ana's cat was sitting on top of several records as he was moving them with his paws. As music played in the room, many teenagers began to dance and jump around. Then Ana's cat moved his head near a microphone as he quickly said, "Meow, meow, meow. Meow, meow: meow, meow! Meow, meow, meow. Meow, meow: meow, meow! Meow, meow, meow? Meow, meow, meow!" Many teens began to scream and holler, while one of them yelled, "We love you Stormageddon the Conqueror!" Then one girl yelled, "Marry me Stormageddon the Conqueror!" Then one guy casually said, "Man, that has gotta be the coolest cat in town!"

Meanwhile on the other side of the room: Ana and Gerard (in his invisible ghostly form) were watching Jennifer dance with her friends. Ana sighed a bit, and then said, "Okay. Honestly... I got no plan on how to talk to your friend Jennifer there. Is there anything you can think of that could make her suddenly start thinking about you?" Gerard then looked down and saw in a small corner of the room was a small Lego piece. Gerard smiled as he said, "I got an idea." Then Gerard put his hands near the Lego piece, and created a cool ghostly wind that made the Lego piece levitate into the air. Gerard then used his wind abilities to fly the Lego piece across the room... and then gently hit Jennifer in the head with it. Jennifer turned her head... and then saw a small Lego piece on the ground. Jennifer picked up the small Lego piece... and then she made a sad sigh as she began to walk out of the room. Ana then looked at Gerard confused as she said, "What did you do?" Gerard then made a nudging gesture as he said, "Go follow her."

***

Jennifer walked into the school cafeteria while holding the small Lego piece in her hands. Jennifer then sat down in the room, made a sad sigh... and then tears began to come out of her eyes. Ana then walked into the room as she said, "Hi. I was just looking for some... other room, and... are you okay there sister? You look like you're crying?" As Gerard had his invisible ghost body float into the room, Jennifer wiped away some tears while saying, "Oh, I'm fine. I was just missing my best friend: Gerard. He died a year and a half ago, but... he used to always give me Lego pieces every week. You see I never would accept any large expensive presents on my birthday. I even told Gerard once I wouldn't accept a large Lego set he got me one year. So instead of giving me one large Lego set... he just slowly gave me one piece at a time every Thursday we had lunch together. I found this one Lego piece here in the dance room just now... and it made me think of him. You know... some days I get by just fine. Some entire weeks even. But then some days... the rough emotions just hit me all over again like running into a brick wall. Oh God, I miss him."

Ana then sat in front of Jennifer as she said, "He sounds like he was a good friend to you. So... did you love him?" Jennifer smiled as she said, "Of course I did. I loved him... like a brother. He was always there for me, and supported me. In fact, if he was still alive, I would make him the godfather of my baby." Both Gerard and Ana looked very surprised, while Ana calmly said, "Your baby?" Jennifer then gently touched her stomach as she said, "Yeah. Two months along now. Too soon to start showing. Me and my boyfriend Jeff went a little too far one night... but he's been so good to me. I met Jeff shortly after Gerard died, and he's been so kind and supportive. He actually didn't come to the dance tonight because he wanted to work an extra shift at his job, just so we would have a little more money around when the baby finally comes." Gerard had a sad look in his eyes, while Ana made a little smile as she said, "Well... it sounds like your boyfriend is trying to do his best." Jennifer made a warm smile as she said, "He is. We're getting married as soon as we both turn eighteen, and... I'm sorry for dumping all this on you. I know we just met, and..." Then Ana interrupted Jennifer as she said, "No, it's okay. We all need to unload sometimes, and... I wish you all the best." Ana then walked out of the room, while a sad Gerard floated in the air watching Jennifer for another moment... and then he left the room as well.

***

Ana stood in an empty outdoor pavilion that was near the school. Gerard was floating in the air near Ana, as both teenagers remained silent. The two could still hear music from the school dance, as Ana tried to clear her throat. Ana then turned to look right at Gerard as she said, "I'm sorry that didn't go the way you hoped." Gerard sighed, and then said, "Well... my feelings can't change Jennifer's. She only loved me like a brother... but at least I helped make her life a little better while I was alive... and the fact that I can say that means that I know I had a pretty fulfilling life. So with that being said... thank you Ana for helping me see Jennifer one more time." Then Ana curiously asked, "You don't wanna try talking to her?" Gerard turned his head as he said "No. Jennifer is making a future with someone else. She doesn't need a voice from the past now." Ana made a little smile as she said, "Still... you fought back against the very nature of death just to check in on a girl you liked. I wish I had a guy that cared that much for me."

Gerard then made a little sigh, and looked at the school once more as he said, "Still... I wish I could've been Jennifer's date to at least one school dance before I died." Then suddenly the two heard the music from the school dance start to switch to slow romantic music. Ana then smirked as she said, "Well, I may not be Jennifer... but would you care to dance with me?" Gerard looked surprised as he said, "What? But how? I can't actually touch you." Then Ana held out her hands as she said, "You gonna let a little thing like the laws of the universe stop you?" Gerard then smirked as he held out his own hands.

Ana then reached up and put her right hand just above the left shoulder of Gerard's ghostly body (but without touching it). Gerard then put his left arm around Ana's back (but without touching Ana). Then Ana held her right hand out, while Gerard held his left hand out. The two brought their hands very close to the others' (but still without touching), and then began to sway their bodies together. As Gerard attempted to keep his ghostly body from passing through Ana, the two teenagers gently swayed and slowly spun in unison together. As Ana and Gerard swayed together, the two found themselves staring into the others' eyes. Gerard then smiled, while Ana began to blush.

Gerard then suddenly turned invisible, as a confused Ana (without moving her hands and arms) said, "Gerard?" Then suddenly a strong cool wind appeared around Ana and began to lift her into the air. Ana kept her arms spread out as she kept a calm expression on her face. Within moments, Ana found herself lifted several meters above the ground. Ana then looked down at the ground far beneath her feet, and then she smiled. Gerard then reappeared in front of Ana smiling as well. While still using his ghostly wind to keep Ana afloat, Gerard once again began to sway his body in unison with Ana's swaying. As the two began to waltz with one another while flying in the air (but still not touching each other), the smile on Ana's face began to grow. Then Gerard made an excited smile as he used his ghostly wind to push Ana away and gently spin her around. Ana looked up at the night sky, spread her arms out wide, and made a very excited smile as her body gently spun in the air. Then Ana simply closed her eyes and made a content smile as Gerard used his ghostly wind powers to gently bring Ana back to the ground.

Once Ana reached the ground, she opened her eyes and looked at Gerard's ghostly body in front of her. A grateful looking Ana then said, "Gerard... thank you for that." Gerard nodded his head, and then said, "You're welcome. I... I'm sorry that I can't..." Then Ana interrupted Gerard as she moved her face forward and said, "Hey... don't let a little detail like that ruin this evening." Gerard smiled as he moved his face forward... and then became invisible again. Ana then closed her eyes and opened the lips of her mouth just a very small amount. Then suddenly Ana felt a cold wind hit her lips for a moment. After the moment passed, Ana opened her eyes... and then smiled. Gerard then reappeared, and smiled back as he slowly began to fly upwards. Ana then looked up as she said, "Will I see you again Gerard?" Gerard smirked as he said, "You can count on it Ana Addams." Then Gerard flew up high into the sky while Ana watched him... until the form of the ghostly teen disappeared. For a moment Ana stood alone; her cheeks blushing, her mouth smiling, and her hands laid over her beating heart. From the nearby building: Ana's cat then walked over to Ana and climbed up onto her shoulder. As Ana kept her eyes focused on the sky she said, "So how about that Stormageddon the Conqueror? I finally find a guy I like... and he's an un-dead ghost. Well... at least that feels pretty on brand for me. Come on buddy. Lets go home." Then Ana's cat gently purred, while Ana slowly walked home.

THE END

...

...or maybe not...

EPILOGUE:

Wednesday Addams was in a dark place, and saw a dark figure in a dark cloak walk towards her. Then Wednesday heard the figure in the cloak say, "How does it feel Wednesday Addams... to finally be completely defeated by the last person you ever expected to overpower you!?" Wednesday then glared at the figure as she said, "Who are you?" Then just as the figure began to take off the hood of their cloak... Wednesday suddenly woke up in bed. Wednesday quickly sat up and saw Enid was laying asleep near her. Wednesday then put her hand over her heart, and felt it beating quickly. Wednesday then took a deep breath... and had a look of fear go across her face while she whispered, "Please... not yet. I'm not ready for the end to come. Not yet..."

TO BE CONTINUED...

Next Week: Chapter Zero

In Two Weeks: A Family Weekend

In Three Weeks: WEDNESDAY VERSUS HELL... PART 1

*"Photos" created with multiple AI programs

*Final picture done by "Emeriart"

#wednesday #wednesday addams #wenclair #wednesday fanfiction #enid sinclair #addams family #wenclair fanfiction

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 1 year ago

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The Princess and the Pleb. Part 2: Andromeda.

Andromeda sometimes felt out of place. She didn't understand the way her friends had fun. They put on some loud music, they drank and smoked, or danced. Until their problems went away. It was after drinking that they started acting like idiots, only speaking with nasty jokes, laughing at stupid things.

Bellatrix had become one of them. She hadn't always been like that. But Bellatrix liked the attention. At Hogwarts she liked acting like one of the popular girls, interested in partying and having fun, only to gain Rodolphus' attention.

But now, Andromeda didn't understand why she kept acting like a stupid brat. She kept dancing with Cindy, very close to each other. She was aware of boys' hungry stares on them. She was enjoying them. When Bellatrix drank the rest of her cup and pulled Cindy in for a wet kiss, Andromeda's mouth fell open. She couldn't believe it.

"Oh YEEES!" It was Gerard who screamed. He had always been a nasty pig "Looks like Bella is going to take your girlfriend away, mate"

The boys around them were obviously enjoying the show.

Andromeda could see Seth was furious. Cindy was his official first girlfriend and it seemed he really cared about her.

But everything was a joke. Bella and Cindy broke apart, laughing like idiots. They were definitely more drunk that Andy imagined. She shook her head. Sometimes, Andromeda didn't recognize her sister. Bellatrix was better than this. More intelligent than this.

"Hey, why don't you do that again?" Andromeda heard Rabastan teasing "But get more touchy this time..."

"Oh fuck you!" Bella pushed him away.

They laughed. They all laughed.

"I think this is over!" Seth roared furiously as he dragged his girlfriend towards him and kissed her.

Gerard and Rabastan ooed and laughed, obviously making fun of Seth.

"Why don't you dance with me now, Bella?" Rabastan added, practically licking his lips.

Bellatrix pushed him away with an evil smile. And still looking at Rabastan, she wrapped her arms around Gerard and began dancing with him. Andromeda wanted to take her home. Shake out some sense into of her. What was she doing? Gerard was delighted. Rabastan was amused, laughing and shaking his head.

"Oi! Rod!" he told his brother who just got out of the loo "You missed the show..."

Rodolphus didn't seem interested. He was very very drunk. He couldn't stand still.

"Fuck off!" he pushed his brother away.

Andromeda saw him making his way towards the couch she was sitting on. And she saw how many girls at the party were staring hopefully at him. Rodolphus Lestrange was the king at Hogwarts. Now he was the king at Oxford. Everyone wanted to be with him. But Andromeda just thought he was pathetic.

The way he dropped next to her, all dizzy and numb. He stank of alcohol and sweat. And in that moment, she didn't find him charming at all.

"Hey! Havin' fun?" he mumbled.

Andromeda knew he wouldn't directly talk to her if he was sober. Andromeda was rather shy. She was not like Bellatrix.

"Not really" Andromeda sighed.

"Oh....S'cause your not drinkin'..." Rod nodded "Wanna 'ave a drink whiff me?"

"Not everything is about drinking Rodolphus" Andromeda sounded like a scolding mother "I don't understand why you drown yourselves in alcohol, as if it would solve anything"

Andromeda was angry for a reason. Angry with Bellatrix mostly. She always dragged Andromeda to parties.

"We will have so much fun together..." she always said. And Andromeda complied, because she loved her sister and wanted to spend time with her. But Bella always ended up drunk, snogging someone or both. Completely ignoring her sister.

Andy wondered how Cissy was doing at Hogwarts. She missed her.

Rodolphus frowned and pouted, looking at Andromeda.

"M'sorry"

He sounded like a little child, after being caught doing some mischief. That made Andromeda smile.

"It's okay...Drink, I guess" she said "It is not my kind of vibe" she looked at the beer between her hands and it was getting warm. She hated drinking.

"I don' know who I am anymore" Rodolphus sniffed next to her "Great Rodolphus, Great Rodolphus... He's just a scared boy..."

Andromeda looked at him, unsure of what to say.

"People don't know Rodolphus... They wan' someone else... An' I have to be perfect aaall the tiiiiimeee"

Andromeda knew Rodolphus since they were kids. He used to be a nice boy. But he grew up to be a wanker. Always the center of attention of parties and girls. But perhaps he was just pretending. They all were.

"I totally get it" Andromeda said "It's like we have to be pretend all the time..."

Andromeda had been thinking a lot about what Tonks had said. She had been thinking about him a lot lately. Only because she felt guilty of what Bella and the others had done to him. It wasn't fair. It didn't matter the rivalry they had had in school. They were all adults for God's sake. Tonks was just trying to work and live his life. Why was it amusing to them to drink like animals and go around making Tonks's life miserable? Andromeda had been friends with these people her whole life. But she was starting to wonder why. She wasn’t at all like them. She didn't understand their motives.

"Have you ever felt out of place, Rod?" she asked him "Have you ever wondered why we act like we act? I mean we act like stupid spoiled brats sometimes..."

"Do we?" Rodolphus raised his eyebrow in confusion.

"Of course! I get it. We have issues and concerns..." Andromeda explained "But we don't have to throw our money away in hollow parties and alcohol..."

Rodolphus was looking at her intensely. Perhaps considering what she was telling him.

"Tell me, Rod" she added "We are more profound than that, right? We do care about deep stuff"

Rodolphus scooped closer. He nodded.

"Yeah"

Andromeda sighed "Sorry, I am just mumbling"

Rodolphus smiled.

"We used to have fun when we were kids, didn't we?"

Rodolphus giggled.

She remembered they were different before. When they were kids and were not worried about pretending.

"You are not that bad actually, Rod" she added

"And you're so beautiful..." Rodolphus exclaimed and without any warning, he pulled Andromeda for a kiss.

She could taste the alcohol in his breath. And Andromeda immediately pushed him away. She couldn't believe it!

"Fuck, Rodolphus!!!" Andromeda screamed furiously as she stood up "What is wrong with you?"

Rodolphus didn't move from the sofa, looking guilty and pale. He was still drunk of course.

"Sorry..." he mumbled.

"You're just a stupid drunk wanker" Andromeda tutted. She sighed "I am going to go home"

Rodolphus leaned back, closing his eyes. And Andromeda decided to walk away. She approached Bellatrix who was now laughing with Cindy. But Cindy was between Seth's arms. Rabastan was trying to put an arm around Bella but she was pushing him away.

"Bella!" Andromeda pleaded, grabbing her sister's arm "Let's go home, please?"

Bellatrix smiled at her, she put her arms around her and played with her hair. She stunk of alcohol. She was drunk.

"Andy!!" she laughed "Come and dance with me!"

Andromeda was losing patience.

"No, Bella! I want to go home"

Bella pouted "But we are having fun"

"No! You are having fun... Not me"

"Come on, Andy!"

Andromeda shook his head pushed Bellatrix away. She wished Bellatrix didn't act like this stupid bitch. She wished she was sober and was her best friend, the voice of reason, the one that made her laugh. Andy needed her sister.

"I am going home!" she spat "You can stay if you want"

Andromeda walked away ignoring the way the others were teasing her, making fun of her, calling her boring. She walked out of Gerard's dorm, into campus. And then outside. Finally breathing some cold air. Then she realized she had left her jacket inside. And she shivered.

Andromeda was tired. Out of place. She felt so weird. Everyone teased her because she didn't drink, because she didn't like parties, because she hadn't snogged or had boyfriends. Because she was a virgin. What was wrong with that?

Why couldn't people accept who she was?

Andromeda walked and walked, considering calling a taxi home. That's when she saw the distant light of The Leaky Cauldron, just outside Campus. And that little café made her think of Edward Tonks.

Maybe he had been right with everything he said. They were just superficial rich kids. Andy and Bella lied to their parents all the time. The Blacks lied to the press all the time. Everyone lied. Tonks had the right to hate them. Andromeda had sworn not to go back there. And she had managed to convince her friends not to bother him again. But they still hated him. They still talked badly about him and Adam McKinnon. They still called them ordinary and raw. Perhaps they were not like that at all. Perhaps it was just an image Andy created of them from her days at school.

Before Andromeda acknowledged it, she was closer to the Leaky Cauldron, a few steps to the door actually. There was no one inside. It was probably closing, it must've been late. But the lights were still on.

Andromeda felt stupid. Why was she here? For what, exactly? She had to get home.

"What are you doing here?"

Andromeda jumped and get out a soft shriek.

Of course he had to be here. Of course he had to be on shift. Now.

Edward Tonks was surprised to see her as well.

"Fuck!" Andromeda snapped nervously "Do you want to scare me to death?"

"You scared me!" Ted answered "I was taking the trash out and I heard footsteps. I thought you were a burglar"

Andromeda crossed her arms, embarrassed. What was she doing here in the first place?

That's exactly what Tonks asked next.

"What you doing here?" Andromeda snapped defensively.

"I have to close the café today" Tonks said "I don't know if you momentarily forgot that I work here..."

Andromeda chuckled only because she felt stupid. Tonks smiled looking amused at how she giggled.

"I was at a party on Campus" she added, feeling her cheeks burn.

"Fun" Tonks smirked "Got bored from it, princess? Or do you suddenly want a midnight snack?"

Andromeda knew 'princess' was a nickname to make fun of her and who she was. But she realized she didn't mind.

"I wouldn't mind a turkey sandwich right now"

Tonks chuckled "Are you drunk?"

"What? No! I had one beer"

Tonks looked expectical.

"I swear!" she opened her arms to emphasize.

Tonks chuckled. Andromeda noticed the apple on his throat move as he did so.

"Well, I would gladly answer to your command, your highness" he bowed, and Andromeda shook his head "But I really have to close in 10 minutes"

"Oh! Ok...."

Andromeda said embarrassed.

"I will go home then"

Tonks looked at her and the way she was hugging herself because it was fucking freezing.

"You're shivering...." he said "Surely rich people have money to buy jackets... Or you are too good for that?"

Andromeda snorted.

"And you plebs are good at resisting the cold, I assume"

Tonks was only wearing his uniform shirt and he didn't seem bothered.

"We have to spend more time outside of fancy mansions" he answered with a smile "We have created resistance"

Andromeda couldn't avoid laughing at that. Tonks was pleased that he had managed it.

"Come on, princess" he added "Let's get inside. I can get you a cup of tea"

Andromeda stopped smiling, realizing what she was actually doing. Who she was actually talking to. She shouldn't....

But then she thought about what she had hated about her friends tonight. They was nothing wrong to be nice with people. No matter the money they had, right? The issues with Tonks were in the past.

"Don't worry, it will be a royal tea" Tonks added, catching her expression "The best kind, for the royal princess"

Andromeda smiled, and rolled her eyes.

"Oh shut up, pleb"

Andromeda realized that Ted Tonks' laughter was really nice to listen to.

***********

Something weird happened. Andromeda found herself talking to Edward Tonks about her feelings tonight. Yes, Edward Tonks! Wasn't that funny?

"So, don't get too cocky... But I think you might've been right.."

That's how she started the conversation. Tonks had smiled, pleased with himself of course.

She told him about how she was feeling out place. How her friends thought they could solve their lives with alcohol and parties. Perhaps being too superficial. How she was worried about Bellatrix. Because Bella wasn’t acting like herself. Andromeda told him about the relationships and the conflicts. How Rabastan had always been mesmerized by Bella but Bella had always been in love with Rodolphus. And how Rodolphus had always been a wanker, full of girls and full of himself. She didn't tell him about the kiss, though. It wasn't important. And she told him about how she suspected Bella acted that way because Rodolphus had actually broken her heart. And she also added something about Narcissa. How she missed her little sister. And she sometimes was worried about her because she was too innocent. And she didn't know if she trusted Lucius Malfoy.

Edward Tonks listened carefully as he cleaned the Leaky Cauldron. He mopped the floor. Then he cleaned the tables. And fixed the chairs around the tables. He responded with smiles, snorts and chuckles. Andromeda spoke twisting her hands around her cup of tea. The warm felt nice. She had been freezing. Winter was just around the corner.

"See, Edward?" Andromeda said as she finished "We rich people do have real problems"

Tonks laughed. Andromeda smiled.

"My mistake, princess"

"Money doesn't solve all of our issues"

"I guess you are just the same as us but with nicer things then..."

Andromeda nodded "Exactly"

"So we deserve the same treatment"

"Well... I... Yes..."

He was probably talking about the bad treatment he had been receiving from her friends. She was still embarrassed about that.

Tonks smiled. He was close now. Cleaning the table she was seated on. Andromeda ignored how her cheeks burned.

"I guess you do have a point, Edward"

Tonks wrinkled his nose.

"Nobody calls me Edward. It sounds weird" he said "You can call me Ted"

"Ted" Andromeda tried. It made him sound more real somehow.

Ted nodded.

"How should I call you then?" he asked "Andromeda is an inconveniently long"

Andromeda bit her lip.

"Everyone calls me Andy"

"Dromeda then" he nodded.

"Andy..." she chuckled.

"If everyone uses that part of you name, I will use the other"

Andromeda was smiling. She didn't know why. She had never felt this close to someone.

"Dromeda is long"

"Drom for short" Ted shrugged "Drommy"

Andromeda laughed. It was Ted's turn to smile. They looked at each other for a while, still smiling. Andromeda didn't realize it. Not until she was interrupted by a beep. She realized it had been Tonks' phone as he took it from his pocket, interrupting their moment.

"Shit... I'm running late for my gig" he said pocketing his phone.

Oh fuck... What time was it? Andromeda had probably lost track of time talking with Ted. Ted Tonks.

Andromeda wondered what would Bellatrix say if she found out about this. What would everyone say? It hadn't been that bad. Tonks was not that bad. Not like everyone had said.

"Want to come with me?"

Andromeda was surprised at that question.

"What?"

Ted scoffed, rubbing his neck, embarrassed. And... Was he blushing?

"Sorry, that was a stupid question..." he shook his head "Of course. You are a princess"

"Not. That was not..." Andromeda bit her lip. She didn't want him to believe she was superficial. Not like... Not like her people.

"It's just that... I told you. I don't like parties"

"It's not a party. Just a gig" Ted said "Besides, you probably hate parties because you haven't partied with the plebs"

Andromeda chuckled.

"Remember how in Titanic, Rose had more fun at the low class party with Jack?"

Andromeda laughed now. She shook her head. Ted was indeed fun to be around. Perhaps the Jack of her Rose. That thought made her blush. This couldn't be happening.

Ted was smiling too.

"So you had seen Titanic"

"Who hasn't?" she said "The most romantic movie ever"

Andromeda smiled. Ted did it as well.

"So? Coming?"

Andromeda had never been somewhere without her sister. In fact, if it weren't for Bella, Andromeda wouldn't go out. But she had also never wanted to go somewhere as much as right now.

She thought about Bellatrix and how she was probably still having fun, drinking and flirting with boys, and kissing girls. She thought about how she had been so out of place at the party. She had had more fun with Ted just chatting than drinking with her supposed friends.

Andromeda deserved to have fun as well, right? Do something stupid for fun.

"Okay"

Ted seemed surprised.

"Really?"

Andromeda snorted, she couldn’t believe she had taken this decision as well.

"Yes" she smiled.

"Are you sure?"

"Don't me regret it, Ted"

"Oh right, yeah...." Ted snorted happily "Okay, let's go"

Andromeda stood up, and waited to be instructed.

"Just let me close this up"

Ted walked to the door and Andromeda followed. Ted smiled at her.

"You're going to love my band, Dromeda" he said. And she believed him.

Andromeda didn't know that night would change her life forever.

#the black sisters #muggleau #andromeda black #andromeda tonks #ted tonks #tedromeda #bellatrix black #rodolphus lestrange #rabastan lestrange #adam mckinnon

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synonymroll648 · 2 years ago

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Whoops accidentally hit 600 words ah well these things happen. I have decided to snippet you with sophitz (angst? fluff? both??) enjoy :)

Sophie tapped her fingers against her laptop keyboard, trying to figure out the best way to phrase her conclusion. Gerard Way screaming through her headphones was not much helping, but she didn’t have the heart to shut them up. Her mind kept wandering back to Keefe and Fitz and the whole soulmate shenanigan.

She kind of wanted to cut her finger off and forget romance was even a thing. But alas, that would probably hurt, and she sort of liked romance. Just not all the drama that it happened to come with.

Fitz opened her door and stepped into her room. Sophie heard a vague hint of Marella’s voice, and she paused her music (sorry Gerard) and took off her headphones.

“You can’t just come in here,” Sophie said.

“I’ve been knocking for a while,” Fitz said. “Can I come in?”

“You already have,” Marella said. “Let me guess. You want to speak to Sophie alone.”

“If you don’t mind.”

“No one wants me,” she sighed dramatically. Sophie laughed.

“I’m sure your girlfriend wants you, go hang with her,” she said. Marella perked up.

“If I’m not back within an hour assume I’m sitting at her table for dinner,” Marella said, blowing them both a kiss and leaving. Fitz watched her go before turning back to Sophie.

“Before you say anything, do you know how to write a good conclusion?” she asked him.

“Yeah, I’ll give you pointers later.” Fitz sat down on Marella’s bed and looked at the ceiling behind Sophie. “Have you ever been in love?”

Sophie coughed. “Wow. Unexpected. Um. Why?”

He shrugged.

“Do you… think you might be in love with someone?”

Another shrug.

Sophie stared at him. He looked… quite sad. Like he sort of wanted to be anywhere but here. Whether “here” was Sophie’s room or the uni or the world in general.

“…is it Keefe?”

Fitz’s eyes flickered towards her in terror, but moved away again almost as quickly.

“Hey,” Sophie said quietly, standing up and moving closer to comfort him. Fitz’s right arm immediately shot upwards to shield his face, and his entire position adjusted, poised for an incoming attack.

Sophie stepped away immediately, holding up her arms as if in surrender. “Sorry, sorry—“

“Don’t be,” he said. “It’s not your fault—“

“—I don’t want to overstep—“

“—you’re fine, I just—“

“—I can give you some time alone—“

“No, stay.”

Sophie looked at the desperation in Fitz’s eyes.

“Please.”

Sophie nodded. “Do you want me to stay here or sit there or—“

“Here’s fine.”

Sophie sat on Marella’s bed and watched Fitz calm himself down. A barely-heard “thank you” passed his lips.

“You don’t have to talk,” she said quietly. “We can just… sit here. The wall looks especially nice this time of day.”

Fitz smiled, the beauty of his face dampened slightly from the tears leaking out of his closed eyes. He leaned back against the wall and started trying to regulate his breathing.

Sophie wanted to tell him. She and Fitz and Keefe had made that unspoken agreement to talk about the soulmate stuff with each other the moment anything of importance came up, and a fat crush on Fitz was probably something of importance. But this moment… it was perfect. She didn’t want to screw that up.

So she just laced their hands together, closed her eyes, and let her mind go.

dude!!! this is so !!!!!! sophie listening to mcr?? fitz and sophie stumbling super hard in trying to respect each other's boundaries but continuing to try anyway?? the fact that this isn't just sokeefitz but a fucking sokeefitz SOULMATE AU????? YESYESYESYESYES. LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS <333 if you ever post this please tag me omg

It’s a shame that Fitz is so pretty it’s tragic. Tragic for Keefe, because he’s the most stubborn person he knows, and yet the way that the muted skies of dawn and glow of the pool lights paint over Keefe’s resistance with adoration. Adoration for how he’d come out here at 5 in the morning to hang out with Keefe, adoration for how he’s clearly tired but trying not to show it, adoration for the curls that are a little more messed up than usual - like he’d just rolled out of bed. Adoration for-

#ask #gaslight-gaetkeep-gayboss #thinking of you (every time summer says goodbye) sequel fic #sorry for being so late to answer!! my day was a lot more eventful than i anticipated and it cut down my writing time a ton

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sweetmusingss · 1 year ago

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I woke up the next morning, making breakfast for the three of us and spending the morning with you and Noah before you had to go off to work. I had made fresh blueberry muffins that morning, putting some in a container to bring to Renee’s house. I knock gently on the door with Noah right by my side, smiling as Chris opened the door. I walked in to find Renee in the living room and I smiled warmly at her. “I thought you could use some company,” I say. Despite our partners’ wanting us to hang out, I liked to see Renee as much as I could. I just hadn’t been hanging out with her as much lately because I knew she was in pain and uncomfortable and I didn’t want to force her to be social.

Renee was sitting on the couch with a pregnancy pillow, turning her head towards you when you spoke up, smiling wide at you. “Katie! Hi!” She sits up slowly, her hand on her huge belly, letting out an uncomfortable groan as she does so. “Did my husband send you here to make me happy since he knows he’s the bane of my existence right now?” Renee loved her husband more than life, would willingly take a bullet for him, but he was driving her absolutely insane lately. He was too sweet, too caring, too doting, too puppy-like for her right now. “Or did your future husband suggest that you come over and keep me from murdering his best friend in cold blood?”

Frank sighed softly, anxiously tapping his foot. “Do you seriously not realize what you have done to me? Please don’t treat me like I am an idiot. I might be naive sometimes and in my own little world but I know what’s going on here. Why did you kiss me last night and then run right into Gerard’s bed? Was kissing me all just some ploy to make him jealous?! I know things happened and we got caught up in the heat of the moment but I thought it was just that… But now, I see that you two can’t stay away from each other so what am I supposed to think?,” he asks you, hating this feeling like you had used him just to get closer to Gerard. You were his best friend and he knew that you cared about him but it hurt to think that he would never measure up to Gerard, even when it came to you.

“What I did to you? Oh that’s precious coming from you, Frank. For fucks sake...” My eyes widen as he speaks, my jaw nearly dropping as the words continue spilling out of his mouth. “I stayed in Gerard’s bunk last night for your sake. I thought you’d be so uncomfortable sleeping next to me after what happened... I did it to make sure you would be okay! You’re the one with a girlfriend, so I knew that you feeling like you cheated on her and then sleeping in the same bed as me would cause you a lot of anxiety and stress. I did it for you, just like I do everything!” I couldn’t believe that he thought I was using him to get to Gerard. “If I wanted Gerard, I wouldn’t play games, especially games that involve my best friend.. also his best friend. That would be the lowest thing to do to both of you, but good to know that you think I’m capable of something like that...” I let out an irritated sigh, shaking my head. “And what if I did want Gerard? What if we were secretly in love and wanted to run off and get married and have 6 kids, what does it matter to you? You have a girlfriend! I’m not yours!”

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liliaeth · 2 years ago

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@batcavescolony

Responding to your replies here, because I hate having to cut a long reply short.

See, here's the thing, Scott did not think that it was his job to save everyone until at least s4. In s2 he was merely trying to survive, and warn other kids that being a werewolf wasn't fun and games. To keep them from suffering the way he did after the bite was forced on him. Now Stiles did try to push the hero thing on him, which probably helped push Scott in that direction.

STILES: [sighing] Look. You have something, Scott, okay? Whether you want it or not, you can do things that nobody else can do. So, that means you don't have a choice anymore-- it means you have to do something.

Scott didn't want to be a hero, he just wanted to live his life, do his homework, hang out with his girlfriend.

The problem was that he cared, he knew the suffering caused by being a werewolf. He knew the risks that came with it. He'd seen first hand the dangers, and he knew how Derek had tried to control and manipulate him in s1 (which all happened over the course of one month,with s2 happening only a few weeks later.)

Scott knew how Derek betrayed him to Peter, how Derek lied to him about a cure, and how Derek took that hope away from him.

And to then see Derek manipulate others, the way Derek had tried to manipulate him, to see another alpha try and create an army, the way Peter had tried to force him into one, for Scott to say or do nothing, would have been wrong.

Another issue here is their respective ages.

Scott was a child, he was merely sixteen years old in s1-3a

Derek on the other hand was a 23 to 24 year old adult.

I don't know about you, but I expect more from an adult, than I do from a child. Derek lied to children, he knew the danger, and still dragged those children into said danger.

Just like Gerard ended up doing to Allison.

That's why I say that in s2 Derek was a villain.

It's not until s3 that Derek starts redeeming himself, and goes from being an anti hero to becoming a full on hero.

Derek's redemption arc is why he's my second fave character on the show, right after Scott. But in order to fully appreciate his redemption story line, you also have to accept his fall from grace, and realize that in s2 he was in the wrong.

I'm in depth watching Teen Wolf and I love Scott don't get me wrong but he needs to get over his little savior complex. I'm at the beginning of s2 and I know Derek isn't the best Alpha but he's told Boyd, Erica and Isaac the pros and cons of getting turned and they made their choice. Scott should respect that.

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totowlff · 2 years ago

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extra — anger leaves a great void

➝ as a polish writer would say, “anger always leaves behind a great void, into which a flood of sadness immediately pours and flows like a great river, without beginning or end”.

➝ word count: 2,1k

➝ warnings: none

➝ author notes: happy holidays!

NOVEMBER, 2016

— Babcia, are you busy this Friday? Around seven?

— I don’t think so, Bene — Joanna asked, walking over to the wall calendar hanging in her kitchen. Her grandson called her just as she was finishing her dinner. She tucked her phone between her neck and her shoulder while she flipped the page over from October to November. It was about time, anyway. There was nothing scribbled in for Friday, the fourth. How was it November already? Where had the year gone? — It looks like I’m free. Why do you ask?

— Well, dad and Elisabeth are having a birthday dinner for me, because they’re both in Mexico right now. Dad didn’t want us to go out like we usually do because those reporters are still hanging around.

Joanna sighed. She hadn’t seen her son since the day after she’d had dinner with him and his girlfriend. She’d said some things to her that she had since come to regret. She was just trying to protect her son from having his heart broken, really. When he showed up with a girlfriend that she didn’t remember him ever having mentioned dating, she told the poor woman some very unkind things.

Toto had come to Joanna’s apartment the next day and gave her an earful. She initially stood by what she said, but when Toto said he didn’t want to hear from her until he cooled off enough to talk to her again. She started thinking about it, ruminating on it, remembering the way that the anger crept up the back of her neck in little pinpricks as she spoke to the poor woman — Elisabeth was her name, Elisabeth Lauda.

In retrospect, It made her feel awful. She knew next to nothing about the woman before writing her off wholesale, thinking she was just another in a long line of pretty, shallow women who were after the money and notoriety that being with her son would give them. It wasn’t as if he’d grown up wealthy. Far from it — his wealth was self-made, but that just meant that he didn’t grow up being able to judge the kind of intentions people had when forming relationships with him.

That’s what Joanna thought.

But Elisabeth didn’t need his money, or his notoriety. She had a successful career of her own, in addition to being the daughter of a national hero in Austria. She spent more time trying to avoid the spotlight than seeking it out, as it turned out.

What felt worse, though, was not hearing from her son in months, and knowing she deserved his silence. She had to find out about his comings and goings secondhand through her other child, Lili, or worse — through the tabloids. His relationship with Elisabeth had gone public, and according to Lili, it had not been easy on either of them.

Every time Joanna looked at her phone, she had to fight the urge to call Toto, to see how he was doing, to apologize, to offer her support — after all, it seemed like Elisabeth was definitely serious about him. But, she learned her lesson, and respected Toto’s wishes. She would wait.

— I don’t know if that’s such a good idea, Bene. I’d be happy to take you out for a birthday dinner this week if you’d like, just the two of…

— But — Benedict sounded equally hopeful and disappointed — I really wanted to do something with the entire family since we can’t go out together like usual. My mom is coming, too. Even Aunt Lili and Uncle Gerard are going to be there. Please, Babcia?

Joanna stared at the blank November 4th square on her calendar. She may not have always been the best mother to her children — she can admit that, now, but she always tried her damndest to make sure she was a good grandmother to her three grandchildren. It wouldn’t make up for her shortcomings as a mother, but she couldn’t change the past. Her relationship with her grandchildren was something she had control over.

— Okay. Yes. 7pm, correct? At your dad’s apartment?

The days between then and Friday flew by, in Joanna’s view. Time usually went faster before something one is nervous about, she found, and she certainly was nervous about Benedict’s party.

She wasn’t a woman who typically got nervous about things. She’d been through a lot of misfortune in the course of her lifetime — as such, it took a lot to rattle her, so she was surprised by how hesitant she felt about Benedict’s birthday party as she went about her week. She kept seeing Elisabeth’s face, kept hearing the ugly words she’d said to her, creeping in from the corners of her mind. She kept rehearsing the things she’d say to the woman, kept trying to figure out how she’d even begin to face her and apologize.

Friday came. She got ready far too early. She’d already wrapped, unwrapped, and re-wrapped Benedict’s present, a Lego Technic set that, when assembled, would make a 48cm long model of a Porsche 911 GT3 RS. Lego sets had long been Joanna’s birthday gift of choice for Benedict, and thankfully, he hadn’t lost interest in them yet. The previous year’s Technic 24 Hours of LeMans car model was a hit.

Joanna’s anxiety was at a fever pitch when she pressed the button for Toto’s apartment. By the time she got to his door, she had almost turned around three times.

“Where is the boldness I had when I had when I decided to talk to her like I did?”, she thought, when she finally was able to bring herself to press the button for the buzzer for Toto’s penthouse.

She waited for what felt like an eternity until the door buzzed and clicked, indicating that it was unlocked. Going up the elevator to the penthouse felt like yet another eternity. “Maybe this is what hell is like,” she thought.

Toto answered the door a moment later.

— Mom… Hi — he said, like he didn’t believe that she would be standing in his doorway — Come in, come in.

Joanna walked in while Toto was telling her that dinner was almost ready. Her eyes couldn’t help but lock onto Elisabeth’s as she was standing at the stove, looking at the contents of the pans over it, which made Joanna feel terrible near-immediately. Given the last conversation she’d had with Elisabeth, it probably made Joanna seem threatening.

She followed her son into the living room. Lili and Gerard were there, along with Eloise, Joanna’s other granddaughter.

— Babcia’s here! — Benedict called out, as all of her grandchildren ran up to Joanna to hug her.

— Just a second — Joanna said. She handed over the gift that she’d wrapped for Benedict — Happy birthday, moj serce.

— Thank you, Babcia — the boy said, wrapping his grandmother into a hug. She wondered when he’d managed to get so tall, almost as tall as she was. “If he keeps growing like this, he’s going to be as tall as his father is,” she thought.

Her memory flashed back to when Toto was still young, and how much Benedict looked like him. She shook her head as she sat on the sofa, sneaking a glance to the kitchen, where Elisabeth was talking to Toto. Toto had his hand settled onto the base of Elisabeth’s spine.

“They do look nice together”, Joanna thought. She glanced around the penthouse for a few moments — it looked way different than the last time she’d been in here. It used to look like a serviced apartment, like it was used for long-term corporate housing, not like anyone actually lived there full-time. Or, even part-time, as was Toto’s situation since he’d taken over at Mercedes and bought a house in the UK.

But now, there was color and life in the place — there were framed photos on the fireplace mantle, a vase full of fresh flowers on the coffee table, something that looked like Rosi had made in art class, books that looked like someone had actually read them, and a cheerful, colorful throw blanket hanging over the back of the sofa that Joanna was sitting on. It looked like a happy home instead of a cold temporary apartment.

There was one photograph on the mantle that drew Joanna’s eye in particular — it was front-and-center, after all, as if it was meant to draw the eye. It was her son, next to Elisabeth. They were both drenched in champagne and had wide smiles on their faces. Her son was in the middle, looking so fondly at the dark-haired woman next to him, holding an enormous silver-toned trophy. Something about the way Toto was looking at her stung Joanna, but it wasn’t anger she’d felt.

It was shame.

Deeper shame than she felt the morning Toto surprised her with a trip to her apartment, and surprised her even more by shouting at her for how she’d acted.

She defended herself, telling herself that she was acting in Toto’s best interests, and in the best interests of her grandchildren, trying to spare them the pain of having all of their hearts broken at their family torn apart again, but now, Joanna felt it so acutely. She thought she was trying to do what was best for her son, but she didn’t actually know what was, in fact, the best for him.

It didn't take long for Elisabeth to call everyone to the table, which was beautifully set with plates, cups and glasses, as well as a large platter of spaghetti alla bolognese. With a smile on her face, she insisted on serving Benedict, stating that the birthday boy deserved special treatment. Afterwards, she sat next to Toto, whispering something to him before serving the plate with some pasta.

Everyone ate quietly, praising Elisabeth's skills in the kitchen. She tried to downplay the merits, claiming that the recipe was Toto's, not hers, and that he had been a big contributor to dinner that night.

— Until I cut my finger, right, Liesl? — he chuckled, showing the bandage on his thumb.

— Why am I not surprised by this? — Stephanie said, making everyone at the table laugh. Toto's lack of skill in the kitchen was legendary, but even that Elisabeth had been able to work around. She made him bloom.

At the end of the meal, she got up and went to the kitchen, returning with a cake in her hands, decorated with white buttercream and topped with a few candles. Placing him in front of Benedict, she asked Toto to get the box of matches, while Rosi turned off the room lights. Then, with everything ready, the family sang happy birthday to the boy, who blew out the candles and smiled. In a corner, Elisabeth was smiling, taking pictures of Ben, who was surrounded by his sister and father.

“She really likes them”, Joanna thought, as she popped a last bite of the chocolate cake with Oreo cream into her mouth, completely lost in her thoughts as Elisabeth cleared away the dessert plates.

After handing her the plate with a smile, Joanna looked around the apartment. Lili, her daughter, was chatting happily with Stephanie, Toto’s ex-wife. Gerard and Toto were talking about something in rapid French. All of her grandchildren were playing happily together. Her family wasn’t torn apart, they were all here, celebrating Benedict’s birthday with all of the joy appropriate for the occasion, except for…

Joanna looked toward the kitchen, where Elisabeth was bent over the dishwasher, trying to figure out how to fit the pots and pans in. It was clear that she was the one who threw together such a nice dinner for Benedict — Toto was good at planning and good at detail, but not the kind you would need to host dinner parties. She’d done a wonderful job, and Joanna knew that it was because of Elisabeth that her family was all here, and gathered together.

Almost without thinking, she rose from her spot on the couch and crept quietly toward the kitchen, trying not to make too much noise that would startle Elisabeth from being so focused on her task.

— I think we’re going to have to buy a new dishwasher if we’re going to have dinner parties like this more often, my love — she said.

Joanna smiled a little. She must have heard her walking over and was expecting it to be Toto.

— Is there a problem, my love? — she said, as she stood up and locked eyes with Joanna. She startled a bit, not having expected her.

Joanna swallowed before she responded, trying not to sound as nervous as she felt.

— Well, I’m not Toto, but, I do believe I have a problem. Actually, we have a problem — she struggled to keep her voice even, void of emotion — Can we talk?

#toto wolff #toto wolff x oc #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 x oc #formula 1 fic #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 x oc #wlffog #natsversion #scwlff

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babeyvenus · 2 years ago

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 20: Tattoo

New school year, new feelings. Stiles' hair finally grew out and Scott dragged him to see him receive a tattoo which was a new attitude for Scott.

Sam's mom finally saved up enough to get a new car and gave Sam her previous one which was no problem for Sam, since she liked it a lot better than her new one.

A few new details on the car and it was finally hers for real. In the three months of the summer, Sam learned a few new things since the whole Gerard thing.

The voices she'd been hearing… They were the voices of Greek goddesses. She thought it was weird considering she never really dabbled too deep into Greek mythology. It was interesting and all, but it wasn't something she was focused on. She supposed she had no choice now. So far, she's only heard three voices and they've been helping her with these new powers.

Well, helping her come to terms that she can now manipulate shadows. She hasn't told the other two yet… she hadn't even told Derek. Speaking of which, the two haven't talked for a while since the whole pack of alphas thing is happening.

She let him know that whenever he needed them, that they were always down to help. Scott's got no choice in the matter since his girlfriend continuously tried to kill him and his friends.

Speaking of which, Lydia and Sam are friends now. Stiles was right. Regardless of everything that had happened, she ended up being friends with her, turned or not. She wasn't all that bad. Preppy, very preppy, but she was cool.

Sam's even gotten along with Isaac more. She didn't know it before but he was pretty funny. A little unstable, but funny. He hasn't heard anything from either Boyd or Erica which worries him. But she reassured him that they'll be okay as long as they stay together.

She shifted her car into park after finding a free spot in the parking lot at school.

She grabbed her bag out of the passenger seat and walked into the building looking for her friends. The vibe of school was different. Jackson wasn't here, he moved to England with his parents after traveling with Lydia and Scott's girlfriend.

The school had to get a new photographer…

And they ended up getting the old principal back. Lacrosse was even changed to Cross Country. Finstock was still coaching even if it wasn't for lacrosse. He was now coach of the Cross Country team that included everyone from the lacrosse team.

Sam grinned seeing her favorite chuckleheads. "My boys!", she cheered, running up to them. They grinned, hugging her. "How're you guys feeling about this year?", Sam asked.

"Not too bad.", Scott responded.

"Are you ready for this?", Stiles asked, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

"Ready for what?", Scott smiled.

"First day of the end of our lives. College prep, SAT's, no social life?", Stiles listed.

"Already dreading it, huh?", San asked, smiling. She turned to Scott. "Lemme see it!", she says, tugging at his sleeve. Scott sighed and looked down to the floor. "What, your mom said no?", Sam asked.

"No, that's not it. I— I got it.", he corrected. "Then lemme see. What's wrong with it?", Sam asked.

He rolled up his sleeve to show her nothing. "What'd you ask for, invisible ink?", Sam joked. "It healed. I got it, and it healed. I freaked, I don't know what to do.", Scott stressed.

"Maybe Derek knows something about that…", Sam mumbled. "He got the triskelion on his back. Maybe it healed and then appeared."

"Derek's a little busy trying to find Erica and Boyd at the moment.", Stiles said.

"You didn't let Gerard kill him," Sam said to Scott, "He kinda owes you one."

"Yeah but I kept my plan from him. He's probably still pissed.", Scott said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Welp. Then, you owe him one.", Sam says, smiling. Scott rolled his eyes as they went off walking to their first English class. They sat down, Scott across from Stiles and Sam in front of Stiles.

Sam frowned as she recognized a familiar face. Allison looked around for a place to sit; the only spot left was in front of Scott. Next to Sam.

Just her luck.

Scott told his friends how she avoided him all summer too. Sam didn't like that. Your mother tried killing your boyfriend and his best friend and you're not even upset by that??? Then you try to kill them both?

Allison glanced at Sam and the girl glared at her before looking out the window. Sam felt her phone buzz in her pocket and she pulled it out. What bothered her was that everyone else's phones seemed to be doing the same thing.

The hell…

Sam looked at the screen to see an unknown number. The text was some quote. She read the text to herself and perked up to hear someone reading the last line of the text.

"…seemed to lead into a heart of immense darkness. This is the last line to the first book we are going to read. It is also the last text you will receive in this class. Phones off everyone.", A woman walked in, holding her own phone. She must've been the teacher.

She's never seen her, though.

She seemed so young for a teacher, she'd almost mistaken her for a teacher's assistant. She wasn't bad looking either. Not on a Lydia level of "jaw dropping", but still pretty.

The principal came in and whispered in her ear. She looked up and around the classroom."Mr. McCall?", she called.

Scott looked up and she motioned with her finger for him to follow her. Sam and Stiles looked at him before looking at each other. They just got here. What did Scott do?

A few minutes passed and Stiles was in a heavy, quiet conversation with Lydia. Sam tuned it out, mindlessly doodling. It's good that they got along, but what the hell was Stiles so pressed about?

Sam heard a familiar feminine voice. Chaotic and almost playful. Eris…"They're coming…"

A thump coming from the window yanked Sam out of her thoughts. She thought it was nothing really, but she slowly turned her head to the window, furrowing her eyebrows to see a small splat of blood on the window.

The entire classroom's vibe shifted. It was normal and quiet, but now it's tense and quiet. What the hell was that…?

Her eyes widened as she sat up straight to see a bunch of birds swarming. That's never a good sign.

Ms. Blake slowly made her way over to the windows as the full classroom could hear caws of birds becoming louder. Everyone was thinking the same thing.

This isn't good.

Hundreds, if not thousands, of birds were flying straight towards the classroom window. Another bird mindlessly hit the window, leaving a blood stain. Then another, and another. More seemed to be coming.

"Stiles, get up.", Sam rushed as she stood up, flipping her desk toward the window as they all suddenly shattered. All the birds rushed in, forcing everyone to duck and get down.

Ms. Blake was screaming repeatedly for everyone to get down. Sam pulled Stiles and Lydia over to her as they barricaded behind Sam's desk while the birds and other students screamed and flailed.

It seemed to go on for an hour but finally stopped.

Stiles, Lydia, and Sam slowly got up from the ground along with everyone else in the room. They looked around the room in shock. Notebooks, backpacks, black feathers and dead birds covered the floor.

Sam glanced over at her notebook that was open on the tile floor. The page she had doodled on was still open and a small drawing of a feather was in the middle of the lined paper.

She drew that…?

The cops, ambulances, and fire trucks immediately arrived at the scene. Some kids were injured due to the birds relentlessly attacking them.

Sam grabbed her phone from her bag and texted Scott's number asking where he went and texted him what happened. She got a response a few seconds later.

Isaac emergency. About to go to Derek's, ttyl

Wow. He didn't even think to tell any of them. And what the hell happened to Isaac?

After school, Stiles and Sam went to the Hale house, taking note of the new painted over door. He must've tried to get rid of that symbol.

Sam walked in to see Scott and Derek sat in front of each other in the broken living room.

Derek's eyes were red as he was examining Scott's arm, where he pointed out his unseen tattoo.

"Yeah, I see it. Two bands, right?", Derek asked, tilting his head.

Sam looked at Scott in disbelief. "You're getting a tattoo of two bands?", Sam asked. Derek looked at her in confusion.

"What does it mean?", Derek asked. Scott sighed.

"I don't know. It's just something I traced with my fingers." He ran his finger on a dusty table beside him.

"Why is this so important to you?", Derek looked at him, curious. Scott's mouth opened and closed, lost for words. He looked at Derek. "Do you know what the word tattoo means?"

Stiles stepped in. "To mark something." Sam gave the back of his head a slap.

"Well, that's in Tahitian.", Scott corrected. "In Samoan, it means open wound."

Sam looked at Scott with a tilt of her head before she realized what he was talking about. Sam gave Scott a sympathetic look as Derek's head turned to look at Stiles and her.

Scott's choice… he really thought hard about this. She respected it even though she didn't respect who he was doing it for.

"I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I turned eighteen, I always wanted one. I just decided to get it now to make it kind of a reward.", Scott told Derek.

"For what?", Derek asked softly.

"For not calling or texting Allison all summer. Even when I really wanted to. Even when it was so hard not to sometimes. I was trying to give her the space she wants.", Scott says and Sam gave Scott's shoulder a rub. "And four months later it still hurts. It still feels like an, an um—" Scott struggled to finish.

"Like an open wound.", Stiles finished.

"Yeah.", Scott nodded, swallowing. "You wanna remember it. Remember why you did it.", Sam says, making him look up at her. "No regrets, yeah?"

Scott nodded, firmly.

"The pain's going to be worse than anything you've ever felt.", Derek mumbled.

"Oh, that's great.", Stiles commented.

Scott let out a soft sigh. "Do it." Sam patted his back, only to stop as Derek picked up a blowtorch.

"Uh…", she started.

"Yup, that's a lot for me so I'm going to take that as my cue. Um, I'm just gonna wait outside!", Stiles began walking but Derek stopped him by pulling the back of his shirt.

"Nope.", Derek says, pushing him back. "Help hold him down."

Both Sam and Stiles took hold of Scott as Derek readied the blowtorch.

Derek leaned in slow, the flames almost touching Scott's arm and once they did, Scott was screaming and writhing around.

It was keeping everything for Sam not to get caught in the flames.

"Hold him!", Derek ordered. She looked at him in disbelief. "Uh– you try holding him!", she retorted.

Scott continued screaming and squirming as the flames of the blowtorch burned through his skin. Scott had phased, his eyes gleamed of gold and his fangs extended. Suddenly he stopped and passed out.

Derek had finally finished and Scott was still out. Sam shook her head at the boy.

She saw him stir awake before waking up. Scott looked around for a minute and finally his eyes landed on his tattoo.

"It worked!", he cheered. Sam smiled. "I'm glad you're happy about it.", she says then grabbed the front of his shirt. "Don't make me go through that again."

He smiled before he got up and put his shirt back on. Sam walked up to the front of the house, noticing Derek avoiding eye contact with her. She lagged behind as the other boys walked to the door, talking.

Derek quickly turned his back to her and went the opposite way. Sam followed.

"Hey.", Sam says. He turned to her, looking at her like how he did the first time they talked. Slight malice. Irritation. Stress.

"What's up with you?", Sam asked. "As I said before," he says, walking over to the table. "Nothing you should be worrying yourself over."

She frowned. Sam walked up to him, standing by one of the sides of the table as he looked down at the table. "When has that ever stopped me?", she asked.

Derek looked up at her, this time his face completely changed. He looked almost sad. It made her worried. "What's wrong?", Sam asked.

"You painted the door." Scott called, his eyes examining the door.

Shit.

Derek and Sam looked at each other before looking at Scott. Scott took note of that as he looked at them. "Why'd you paint the door?", Scott asked Derek.

Derek's jaw clenched. "Go home, Scott." Scott ran his hand over the door.

"And why only one side?", he asked. Scott flicked his hand out and extended his claws.

"Scott.", Sam called, walking over to him. He took a clawed finger and scraped the paint off the door slowly. Scott began clawing furiously at the door, shredding the paint.

"Scott!" Sam yelled as Derek and Sam quickly rushed forward to the door and watched Scott destroy the door.

Scott was grunting furiously, his eyes filled with anger. He finally stopped, panting as he looked at the Alpha symbol.

"The—the birds at school, the deer last night just like the night I got trampled by the deer…I got bit by the Alpha. How many are there?", Scott growled at Derek.

Derek sighed through his nose as he crossed his arms. "A pack of them."

"An Alpha pack.", Sam said. Scott and Stiles looked at her in disbelief. "All of them?" Stiles shook his head. "How does that even work?"

"I hear there's some kind of a leader. He's called Deucalion. We know they have Boyd and Erica," Derek paused, "Peter, Isaac, Sam, and I were looking for them for the past four months.", he confessed.

"You were in on this?", Scott yelled at Sam. She looked down in shame. "Yes."

"So this whole time you told me Derek was giving us a break, it was just to hide this, but you were in on it anyways!?", Scott pressed.

"No. He wanted me out of it.", Sam explained. "Out of what?", Scott yelled.

"The Alpha situation, Scott! What else!? He wanted us to have a normal life for a couple of months until he could figure out what the fuck was happening.", Sam explained, frustrated. "We weren't doing this to keep you out in the dark completely. You just went through a lot of shit. All of us did!"

Scott sighed harshly through his nose as he focused on Derek. "So you find them…" Scott began, "how do you deal with an Alpha pack?"

"With all the help I can get.", Derek says.

"Where is she?" They heard and turned around to see Isaac awake and dazed. "Where's the girl?"

All their brows furrowed in confusion as they walked up to him.

"Where is she?" Isaac repeated, "Where's the girl?"

"What girl?", Derek asked. Derek finally sent them home, them being Stiles and Sam as he and Scott interrogated the poor dazed and confused Isaac.

As Sam got home and freshened up, she looked over her notes from over the summer on how to make alters and such. Just small stuff.

Putting away her stuff in her closet, Sam paused as she heard a small creak behind her. She picked up an abandoned comb, and rushed to throw it at whatever was behind her.

There stood Derek who easily caught it before the tail poked his face. "You're getting better. But, a comb? Really?", he said, walking over to her desk, setting it down.

Sam stood from her closet floor, turning off the light and leaving it. "I don't exactly have weapons in my closet, Derek.", Sam retorted.

"Make one. Make something. Anything is better than nothing.", he says, sitting down at her desk, facing her. Sam frowned as she walked over to him. "What's wrong with you today? What're you so concerned about?"

"I don't want them to know about you. For that to happen, you'd have to stay away from Scott.", he says.

She raised an eyebrow. "You want me to stay away from Scott? The last time you asked of this, it didn't work. I told you before, we're still friends with Stiles, so it'll make it even more difficult because we go to the same school."

He didn't say anything, focusing on his shoes instead. Sam nudged his foot with hers. "Why are you actually here…?", Sam asked, crossing her arms.

He sighed. "I don't trust your vulnerability right now.", he said, finally looking at her. Sam shook her head. "What did I tell you about having faith in me?"

"I'm not saying I don't—"

"But you aren't saying that you do.", she cut off. He closed his mouth. "I'm… Happy that you're worried about me and all, but I'm a big girl, D. I can handle a couple of scraps here and there. Just… believe in me.", Sam said.

Derek scoffed. "You say that, but you haven't even seen the alphas. I'm just…worried that you'll get caught up into some shit you shouldn't.", he said frowning. "It was enough with you being bitten. I still don't know why you haven't changed yet."

Sam shrugged. "Whatever happens, happens. All I know is that I got a pro on my side.", she grinned.

Derek smirked, "A pro, huh?"

Sam nodded. "You're the only one I can trust with werewolf type stuff. I can't exactly rely on Peter… His trust with me is… pending."

He chuckled a bit. "He's like that with everyone."

Sam shrugged before plopping on her bed. "What's up with the Alpha situation?", she asked.

"It's been over a month and there hasn't been any leads.", he shrugged.

"So… that means we're okay?", Sam asked. Derek sighed through his nose. "For now. I'm not getting my hopes up that they won't be around."

"That's good enough for me.", Sam smiled. Derek rolled his eyes as playful as he could. It was better than the look on his face he had before.

He looked like he wanted to say more but finally decided. "I wanna show you something.", he suddenly says.

Sam tilted her head in wonder. "That would be?"

Derek got up. "Get dressed in something comfortable since it's just a little trip.", he says, ready to jump out her window again.

Once he leaves, she gets dressed in sweats and a regular shirt before putting on her shoes and leaving with him.

He led her to an old building but once they walked inside, Sam looked around in wonder. "Woah…", she smiled as she saw the big window ahead of them.

The moonlight poured through the dark living area, giving the place its own type of glow. All Derek had at the moment was a couch and table but that was a work in progress.

She caught his smile. "You like it?", he asked. She nodded. "It's nice. You're missing a few things, but it's pretty nice.", Sam says, making him give a small chuckle.

"It would be better if he had better things.", they heard a familiar voice and turned to see Peter standing in the kitchen. Sam narrowed her eyes. "You.", she sneered.

"Hi.", he greeted, sipping on a cup of whatever he had. Sam sighed, rolling her eyes. Of course he was here.

She shook her head and turned around in the almost empty place. It was pretty huge. "It's really not bad.", Sam says, smiling.

Derek gave her a bigger smile. Almost like he was proud of himself. And for a moment, it was the best one she's seen.

"So, what was up with Isaac the other day?", Sam asked the next day she came back to the loft, writing down her notes.

"I have someone coming to help him get his memory back.", Derek informed.

"Wow, we got werewolf memory emitters now?", Sam asked.

"No," he paused, "I have Peter." She stopped her writing and looked up at him. "Peter?", Sam asked in disbelief.

He nodded. "Derek, how the hell is he gonna help Isaac? He lost his powers as alpha. Wouldn't that make him unstable and potentially kill Isaac?", Sam asked.

"Don't say that!", Isaac exclaimed nervously as he paced back into the room.

"Sorry!", Sam grimaced then turned to Derek. "Derek, we're talking about Peter here. He killed your sister, tried to kill both you and Scott, tried to kill me, tried to turn me and Lydia and took over our bodies to bring himself back to life…. That's not exactly what I would call reliable. That's just out for self."

"I know.", he said. "But it's the only choice I have to finding Boyd and Erica."

"I'm starting to not like this idea. Sounds kinda dangerous. You know, I definitely don't like this idea, I definitely don't like him.", Isaac pressed, nervously.

"You'll be fine.", Derek reassured.

"Does it have to be him?", Isaac looked from the window to Derek, who was sitting down on a chair, reading.

"He knows how to do it, I don't. It'd be more dangerous if I tried doing it myself.", Derek informed him.

Isaac walked over to the steel table Sam sat on and began nervously playing with a book.

"You know Scott doesn't trust him, right? And I know Sam definitely doesn't either. Personally, I—I trust both of them."

"Do you trust me?", Derek looked up at his beta, raising his thick eyebrows. Isaac looked at Sam and Sam nodded at him.

"Yeah.", Isaac answered and picked at the book, "I still don't like him."

"Nobody likes him.", Derek replied. The sound of the metal door scraping together sounded through the apartment as the door opened as Peter Hale walked in.

"Boys," he looked at Sam. "And lady." he began as he started sashaying towards them, "FYI, yes, coming back from the dead has left my abilities somewhat impaired, but the hearing still works. So, I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is that you're feeling, straight to my face.", he finishes, smiling.

"We don't like you.", Derek and Sam simultaneously said boredly. Derek tossed the book he was reading on the table and stood up.

"Now shut up and help us.", Derek ordered. Peter looked at him and shrugged. "Fair enough." And with the flick of his hand, his claws came out. She was surprised that they still worked.

Isaac sat in a chair, hugging its sides tightly, while Peter walked and stood behind him.

"One slip and you could paralyze someone. Or kill them."

"Y-you've had a lot of practice though, right?", Isaac hopefully wondered.

"Well I've never paralyzed anyone."

"And you won't.", Sam bluntly said, closing her book as she crossed her arms.

Peter turned to her. "Do you want to take his place, Samantha? I'm sure it'd be—"

"Again, piss off.", Sam says, clasping her hands together with a fake smile.

"Wait, does that mean—", Isaac started but Peter sunk his claws into the boy's neck. They both began twitching as if they were struggling to sit still.

"Wait, I see them!", Peter exclaimed. Peter pulled away, nearly knocking into the table while Isaac lurched forward, panting heavily.

Sam got off the table and made her way over to Isaac while Derek and Peter talked.

Sam rubbed Isaac's back as he calmed down. "You okay?", Sam asked. He swallowed and nodded, relieved that he survived.

"Isaac found them. I-I barely saw them, just—just glimpses—", Peter started, rambling on and on.

"But you did see them?", Derek firmly asked his uncle. Peter nodded.

"And worse."

"Deucalion.", Derek said, realizing. So the bigger alpha had the two betas locked up somewhere…

"He was talking to them, something about time running out.", Peter rushed, making Sam's eyes widen. "What does it mean?", Isaac asked. Derek sat on his chair, his hands clasping tightly together.

"He's going to kill them.", Sam says, settling herself on the table, in thought. Peter shook his head. "No, no, no, no, he didn't say that. He did make a promise that by the full moon they'd both be dead."

"The next full moon?", Derek asked, staring at Peter.

"Tomorrow night.", his uncle responded grimly. They all jumped to the sound of Sam's phone blaring as Scott called her. Scott asked both for Sam and Derek to show up at the school.

After showing up, they walked into a classroom that had Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and unfortunately Allison.

Scott explained himself and Sam looked at him in disbelief. "A bruise, Scott? Really?"

Allison and Lydia had their arms stretched out, an identical strange shaped bruise was on both of their wrists.

"How is a bruise going to tell me where Boyd and Erica are?", Derek looked at Scott, frustrated. Allison glared at him.

Sam glared at her. "On both sides, exactly the same.", Scott said.

"It's nothing.", Derek dismissed, glaring right back at Allison.

"Paradolia," Lydia spoke up, "seeing patterns that aren't there. It's a subset of apophenia."

"That means…?", Sam asked, confused. "Sam, they're trying to help.", Scott scolded. Sam looked at him in confusion. "I didn't say they weren't!", Sam says, shrugging.

"These two?", Derek asked and pointed a hand at Lydia, "this one, who was one of the girls who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle. Also, thank you for that." Derek pointed at Allison, "And this one, who shot about thirty arrows into me, my pack, and your best friend."

"Hey now, come on, no one died. Alright? Look there may have been a little maiming, ok…a little mangling, but no death. That's what I call an important distinction.", Stiles tried reassuring.

"My mother died.", Allison argued.

"Your family's little "honor code" killed your mother. Not me.", Derek said.

"A girl's looking for Scott, I'm here to help him—"

"Please.", Sam sneered.

"—not you." She finished as she glared at Sam.

"You want to help? Find something real.", Derek turned around, dragging Sam with him as they began walking out. Scott followed.

"Give her a chance.", Scott pleaded. Sam sighed as Derek glared at him.

"Scott, she is a hunter. Okay? That whole shit in the police station and that rave party was enough for me.", Sam says.

"They're on our side now.", Scott assured.

"Well then maybe you should tell her what her mother was actually trying to do that night.", Derek pointed. Scott looked at Sam with pleading eyes.

"Sam, please.", Scott pleaded.

"Scott, she shot me with an arrow and then tried to do it again, and then tried to stab me.", Sam expressed with wide eyes. "I don't even trust her dad at this point.", Sam shook her head.

He sighed. "Well, can you trust me? I just need that."

Sam frowned, deflating. She sighed. "Fine.", she submits. Derek looked at her in disbelief and Sam turned to him, fixing him a look. "I'm trusting him. Not her. Completely two different people."

Derek rolled his eyes as he shook his head and left.

Sam turned to Scott. "This is gonna be my last time. She's on thin fucking ice with me.", Sam says, and he hugs her. "Thank you. That's all I ask."

Sam hugged him back. She loved that he was always trying to see the good in everyone he liked, but sometimes it wasn't worth it. He didn't know how to let go of someone who was barely down for him.

Sam backed away as she left them in the classroom and followed Derek.

Sam and Stiles went to Finstock's class only for his dad to come in, excusing Stiles for some unknown reasons that made Sam and Stiles look at each other in confusion.

Apparently, Heather, a girl whose birthday party Stiles dragged Sam to, disappeared. Stiles was the last to be seen with her so people immediately thought he was a suspect.

The two had been together from the second they walked into the party. Heather bluntly ran up to Stiles and pulled him in for a kiss, which kinda shocked me because she didn't think he was over Lydia.

Not only that, before he left, a condom flew out of Stiles' pocket. An XXL condom to be exact.

Since when was Stiles having sex? The boy was practically a statue for virgins.

After all that, they ended up at Deaton's hospital while Derek, Stiles, Scott and Sam poured several pounds of ice into a metal tub full of cold water.

"Like being hypnotized.", she hears Isaac say as he and Deaton enter the room.

"Exactly," Deaton said. "You'll be half transformed. It'll let us access your subconscious mind." Isaac crouched down, leaning his arms against the rim of the tub.

"So, how slow does his heart rate really have to be for this to work?", Sam asked, rubbing her cold hands together for warmth.

"Very slow.", Deaton answered.

"Yeah well, how slow is very slow?", Derek asked.

"Nearly dead.", Deaton corrected.

"Wow.", Sam says, placing her cold hands in her pockets as she looked at the ice filled tub.

Isaac's hand reached down for the water and immediately recoiled away. "It's safe though, right?", Isaac asked the vet.

"Do you want me to answer honestly?", Deaton looked down at the nervous Beta with a smile.

"No, not really.", Isaac mumbled. They all looked up to hear a snapping noise and saw Stiles playing with a long, large rubber glove he put on his hand.

He noticed their stares. "What?", Stiles asked.

Derek raised his eyebrows, giving him an unamused look. Stiles pouted, yanking it off, and throwing it on the floor.

Derek sighed before looking at Isaac. "Look, if it feels too risky, you don't have to do it.", Derek reassured.

"Regardless, we still have to figure out where your other two betas are.", Sam says. Isaac sighed then he pulled off his shirt and prepared himself.

Isaac's breath hitched as he entered the tub. He submerged his entire body in the water and began breathing heavily. Derek and Scott wrapped their hands around Isaac's shoulders and submerged him in the tub completely.

Suddenly Isaac emerged from the ice cold water and began thrashing. He roared as his head broke the surface. Derek and Scott struggled to push him down.

Sam rolled up her own sleeves, helping them with Isaac and winced at the cold feeling. What her arms were feeling is nothing compared to what he went through.

As Isaac thrashed, the freezing water and ice splashed out of the tub, on to the floor and on them.

He was surprisingly stronger than Derek which threw Sam off. Sam placed a hand on Isaac's chest and another on his forehead, firm but not hard enough to make him panic.

It was enough. The water stopped splashing and Isaac stopped moving. They all let go of his body and watched as he slowly rose to the surface. Derek, Scott, and Sam kept their paling hands in the water just in case Isaac decided to thrash again.

He was pale, almost purple. He reminded her of Matt and how dead he looked. Sam shook her head out of those thoughts and watched as he looked calm enough.

"Now remember, only I talk to him.", Deaton quietly said. "Too many voices will confuse him and draw him out." Deaton leaned forward to the tub. "Isaac, can you hear me?", Deaton called.

"Yes." Isaac replied. "I can hear you."

"This is Doctor Deaton. I would like to ask you a few questions, is that alright?"

"Yes.", Isaac replied calmly despite shivering.

"I want to ask you about the night you found Erica and Boyd. I want you to remember it for me in as vivid detail as possible, like you're actually there again." Once Deaton said that, Isaac frowned, immediately tensing up.

"I-I don't wanna do that.", he whimpered. The lights in the room began going in and out, making Sam glance at him and the lights. Isaac mumbled, panicking slightly.

"Just relax. They're just memories. You cant be hurt by a memory. Relax.", Deaton reassured. Isaac's tense body went limp. "Now let's go back to that night when you found Erica and Boyd. Can you tell me what you see? Is there some kind of building? House?"

"It's—it's not a house. It's um, it's stone. I t-think marble.", Isaac stuttered.

"That's perfect. Can you give me any other descriptors?"

"It's dusty. Empty.", Isaac described.

"Like an abandoned building?" The lights began flickering again as he went quiet. "Isaac?" Deaton tried to get his attention.

Isaac's hand tightly grabbed Sam's arm for protection. "Someone's here, someone's here!", he yelled. Sam nearly buckled at the grip on her arm, keeping a sound of pain from exiting.

"Isaac, relax.", Deaton warned. "No, no, no!", Isaac yelled. "They see me, they see me!" Sam winced and bit her lip as his grip tightened.

"They're just memories. You can't be hurt by memories. Just relax. Relax." Isaac calmed once again, slowly letting go of Sam's arm. "Good.", Deaton muttered. Sam gently pried his hand off of her and let it settle in the water. "Now tell us what you see, tell us everything.", Deaton ordered. Isaac's golden eyes opened.

"I hear him. He's talking about the full moon, about being out of control when the moon rises."

"Is he talking to Erica?", Deaton wondered.

"I think so, I can't—I can't see her. I can't, can't see either of them."

"Can you hear anything else?", Deaton asked.

"They're worried, they're worried what they'll do during the moon. They're worried that they're going to hurt each other." Where are they…?

"If they're locked in together during the full moon, they're gonna tear each other apart.", Derek whispered, shaking his head.

"Isaac," Deaton said even louder this time, "we need to find them right now! Can you see them?"

"No."

"Do you know what kind of room it is? Is there any kind of a marker? A number on a door? A sign?" Isaac's face changed into a state of panic.

"They're here.", he whimpered. He began submerging himself in the water. The three kept him upright as he screamed, nearly drowning himself. "They're here! They see me! They found me! They're here!"

"This isn't working! Isaac, where are you?", Derek yelled.

"Derek, stop!", Sam harshly whispered.

"I can't see them! It's too dark!"

"Just tell me where you are!", Derek shouted.

"I can't see!", Isaac screamed. "They captured me! They have me! They're dragging me to a room!"

"Isaac, where are you?", Derek demanded. "What do you see? Tell me where you are!"

"He's going to go into shock!", Deaton warned Derek angrily.

"Derek, let him go!", Sam says, backing up.

"Isaac, where are you? What did you see?", Derek yelled.

"I see – I see a dead body! It's Erica's! It's Erica's!", Isaac's eyes looked around. "It's a bank vault! I saw it!" Isaac gasped, snapping out of it. "I saw it. I saw the name!"

Isaac jumped out of the tub and was immediately wrapped in towels. "It's, uh, Beacon Hills First National Bank. It's, um, it's an abandoned bank and they're keeping them locked inside, inside the vault."

They didn't say anything, all shocked. Derek backed away, despair plain on his face.

"What?", Isaac asked as he looked at them. "You don't remember what you said before you came out of it, do you?", Stiles asked.

"No.", Isaac shook his head.

"You said when they captured you, they dragged you into a room and that there was a body in it."

"What body?" Isaac looked from Deaton, to Stiles, to Sam. Sam swallowed, blinking back unshed tears. "Erica's.", Sam say. "The body was Erica's."

They all stood in disbelief, all but Isaac who was still so confused. Derek was pacing, Isaac was sitting in a corner with Stiles, and Scott, of course, was trying to reassure them.

"She's not dead!", Derek exclaimed, still in denial.

"Derek, he said 'there's a dead body, it's Erica's.' Doesn't exactly leave us much room for interpretation.", Stiles said. Derek glared at Stiles.

"We can't say that it isn't because we weren't the ones that saw what happened.", Sam says.

"Then who was in the vault with Boyd?"

"We'll figure that out too.", Sam replied.

"And maybe it was the girl on the motorcycle. The one that saved you.", Scott suggested to Isaac.

The blond shook his head. "No, she wasn't like us. And whoever was."

"What if that's how Erica died? They—they, like, pit them against each other during the pull moons and see which ones survive. It's like a werewolf thunder dome!"

"Then we get them out tonight.", Derek declared.

"Be smart about this Derek, you can't just go storming in.", Deaton reasoned.

"If Isaac got in, then so can we.", Derek disagreed.

"So? That doesn't mean you go storming in there like you know the place. At this point, that vault is their territory and you'd be stepping in it with a big disadvantage.", Sam shook her head at his ignorance.

"We need a plan.", Scott said.

"How are we going to come up with a plan to break into a bank vault in less than twenty four hours?", Derek asked, turning to him.

"Uh, I think someone already did.", Stiles brought up, staring at his smartphone. "Beacon Hills First National closes its doors three months after vault robbery." Stiles read. Sam looked at his phone.

"Doesn't say how it was robbed.", Sam says. Stiles shrugged. "It probably won't take long to find out."

"How long?", Derek asked.

"It's the internet, Derek.", Stiles scoffed. Derek raised an eyebrow at him. " 'kay, minutes.", Stiles clarified with a smug smile.

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