#why is walker this tall bro

[aryxchse]

this is just keeps getting better-

Two Percys and a Grover

[space-mermaid-writing]

The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 13

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter's Note: Beta by @zaria-04

Chapter 13: Have you ever thought about it?

"We're not alone," Loki says quietly. "Someone is following us."

You perk up, but you can't hear more than a rustling in the undergrowth. Loki takes a step between you and the trees, you feel the density of his magic increase around him as if he were gathering it. A low growl sounds from between the trees, and it is picked up by two or three more creatures. It is menacing, but still you can’t see any beast.

But you know exactly what lurks there. You step up next to Loki and put your hand on his, which he has raised, in case he has to defend you.

"It's fine," you tell him. "Lower your magic. It's threatening them."

Now it is he who looks at you questioningly. You smile reassuringly at him and look in no way concerned. So he does as you say. Instantly, the growling stops.

Still holding his hand, you make your way through the undergrowth into the forest, pulling the Asgardian with you. Directly to where the growls had come from.

You hear rustling, from your steps and from whatever else is out there. It's familiar to you, and you're actually sorry that you're actually on your way to make a delivery and don't have time for an extended meeting.

After a few yards you find a small clearing, at the edge of which you stop. You glance back, but the open field is no longer visible from here.

"You can come out," you tell the forest.

There is another rustling sound and then a wolf appears on the opposite side. He is much larger than he should be, nearly twice as tall and wider as well. The proportions of his legs are odd, a little too long, and if you pay attention to his paws, you see that they are not quite correct for a regular wolf either. His black eyes are on Loki, following his every move.

You wave at the wolf in greeting.

A pup jumps out from between the wolf's feet. He wags his tail and seems quite happy to see you, for he makes an excited 'huff'. He briefly turns his head up at the larger wolf and then, as if given some sort of silent permission, comes running to you. Smiling, you crouch down to greet him.

"Bonjour Noah, it's nice to see you."

You are pleased to see that the medicine you had given Yvette seems to have held its effect, for the puppy looks well recovered and fit. You hold out your hand for him to sniff and sign to your companion to do the same. "This is Loki from Asgard. He is a friend."

You speak to the cub, but your words are loud enough for his pack to hear. Noah seems fascinated by Loki, probably never had the opportunity to smell an Asgardian before, because he walks around him curiously.

There are noises from moving twigs and leaves all around you and more wolves step to the edge of the clearing. Eight of them in total. They have different colors ranging from gray to brown, but none is as large as the alpha across from you. Still, together they are an eerie sight. You wonder if they were on their way to you or just happened to be in the area. Normally, they move at dusk or in the dark so as not to be seen by walkers. But since none of the Bullions shift and you don't understand them in this form, you don't get an answer to that question.

Yelping, Noah tries to jump up at Loki. Young pups always have a lot of energy no matter whether they’re dogs, wolves or werewolves. A warning tone from the alpha calls him to order. A little reluctantly, Noah breaks away from you and trots back to him.

Loki and you rise again. "I'm afraid we're on our way to the town right now, but I'll be back soon," you say, and the wolf moves his head as if nodding in agreement. Then he turns and leaves, and with him the other animals disappear into the forest, as silently as they came.

You both step back onto the path.

"Shapeshifter?" You are asked by Loki, who had remained quiet all this time. He trusted you to have the situation under control and didn't want to provoke the pack by saying a wrong word. He, of all people.

You nod. "Werewolves."

Loki makes an amused sound. "You have interesting friends," he says as you continue on your way.

"Of course," you grin, "Only the best. You're one of them."

He chuckles.

The retirement home is located on the outskirts of a small town. Your path crosses onto a paved road that leads downhill to the large building. It has many windows and small balconies, and there is a terrace in the back, but nobody is sitting outside today. It's too cold for that.

The main entrance leads you into a large foyer where a young woman sits at the front desk to greet you. You've known Suzie since she started working here a few years ago after graduating from high school. Her father is a nurse here at the house, and her mother works in accounting. Her grandparents were also from this town and Suzie herself would never think of moving away from here. She loves this little countryside place way too much.

When she sees you, she greets you with a smile before her eyes wander curiously to Loki.

"Hi Suzie, is Eloise here? I'm bringing her order," you ask her.

"Yes, she should be in the dining hall or kitchen."

Thanking her, you lead Loki left through a door and then down a wide hallway. Suzie's gaze follows you until she can no longer see you.

"She was ogling you. Be prepared for her to ask for your number later," you tell the Asgardian.

"I don't blame her." Loki shoots you a quick look. "Jealous?"

"So, what if?" you ask, amused.

"I could decline her number – if you want."

"You don't even have a phone."

Loki snaps, making an expression as if he hadn't even thought of that. "Oh, yeah right."

It's clear he's joking and you shake your head fondly. This kind of banter feels comfortable.

The dining hall is a large room with tables arranged into groups. Retirees are sitting there, eating. It's just about lunchtime. You wave to some who look up and recognize you. You know some of them by name, you have treated them or simply spent afternoons here helping out.

You can’t find Eloise, so you go to the serving hatch on the wall. From there, a cook sees you and calls into the kitchen. "Eloise, a visitor for you!"

You see her head pop up from behind a kitchen shelf, and when she spots you, she comes to you through a door to the right of the hatch.

"Ah, I was wondering when you'd finally get here," she greets you with a hug. Eloise is a middle-aged strawberry-blonde woman, petite in size, but with a big heart. Always wearing high heels, even though she's on her feet all day. That's an impressive feat.

Her gaze wanders to Loki and she extends her hand to him. "Hi, I'm Eloise. I run this facility."

"Nice to meet you." The Asgardian wears his best smile as he shakes her hand. "My name is Loki, and I'm afraid I'm to blame for our lateness."

Eloise's eyes move to you curiously, but you let it go uncommented.

"We bring the delivery," you say instead, pointing to the bottles in the basket.

"Great. Can you put them on the shelf behind the counter there?" she instructs Loki, who nods and takes care of it.

Eloise seems to have sent him away just to have a quick word with you, because she takes you aside.

"You never mentioned you had such a handsome boyfriend. You can bring him around more often. If you're not too busy." Her meaningful look tells you what kind of business she means. Before you can object, though, she keeps talking. "Do you want to stay for dinner? Fish is on the menu today."

Loki pops up next to you and answers before you can. "We would love to." At that, he puts his arm around your waist like that would be a normal thing to do for him.

"Excellent. Get your food at the hatch, I'll find us a table."

Loki grins with satisfaction and winks at you as you grab your plates at the kitchen pass-through. You let him have his fun; it could be quite amusing. Besides, you suspect he's expecting a reaction from you, and not showing one might irritate him. At least that's what you think. As you toss him a quick glance, it only seems to encourage him in his fun.

You sit down at the table with Eloise, who only takes a coffee. She is at least polite enough to wait with her first question until the both of you have put down your plates and sat down.

"So, where did you two meet?"

"At work," you reply rather curtly, suspecting that her curiosity knows no bounds if you give her too much information.

Loki silently disagrees with that course of action. "She was hired for an important project. Really did an excellent job," he tells her.

Eloise raises her eyebrows. "You didn't tell me about a new project," she says, turning to you, but again it is Loki who answers.

"Of course not, there was a high level of secrecy. The client is very rich and famous." He puts his arm on the back of your chair and turns his face to you as he continues to speak to Eloise. "She is one of the best. What can I say? It's hard not to recognize her worth."

His words actually make you blush a little as you are so unexpectedly praised by him. Especially when he then leans in and gives you a kiss on your hair.

You give him a warning look while Eloise lets out an "Aaww".

"I'm afraid this project is also to blame for her not having as much time for the rest of her work." To an untrained listener, he sounds almost apologetic, but you know that's not the case. Of course it isn't. He loves to play these kinds of games. "And I'll probably keep her busy for a while. Maybe I'll even steal her away for a romantic vacation trip."

"How about the Mediterranean? I heard it‘s great for vacation," you suggest, just to add anything else to the conversation.

"You know I prefer cooler temperatures," he reminds you, as if you'd forgotten. "How about Scandinavia? I could show you the northern lights."

"That would be nice..." you mutter quietly, because it really would. You decide to stay out of the conversation before you say any more that gives you away. Loki and Eloise are having a splendid conversation, with the Asgardian never tiring of praising you. It's unusual, but not unpleasant. You only wish that he really meant all those things and that they weren't just for show.

You leave soon after dinner. You thank Eloise for the meal and take the empty basket. When you leave, Suzie is not at the front desk, so you don't know if she would have really asked Loki for his number.

Meanwhile, the sky has become even more overcast with clouds. "That was fun. I should join you at work more often," Loki notes.

You can well imagine that Eloise and Suzie wouldn't mind seeing him again. But before you can answer, it starts to rain thick drops and a few seconds later there is a downpour. The Asgardian puts his arm around your shoulder and the next moment you are standing in front of your cottage. This is just fine with you, because you don't feel like walking through the rain.

You unlock the door and step indoors.

"Then you'll have to keep our ‘relationship’ going," you continue the conversation as you put the basket down and walk into the kitchen.

Loki follows you. "Would it bother you?"

"Moral-wise, maybe." Using some magic, you light a fire in the stove against the chill of the rain. And while you're at it, you also put on some water for tea.

"So, it's the pretending that bothers you?" Loki asks and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

"It's lying," you insist, "You're the God of lies."

"I don't lie. I merely imply. Sometimes I exaggerate. But I mean the things I say."

"You would actually take me on a romantic vacation trip?" You turn to him - and almost trip into Loki, who is standing right behind you. You didn't even hear him step up to you.

"Have you ever thought about it?" he asks you, his voice like liquid honey running down your spine. "I mean us, on a romantic trip, kissing."

You're so perplexed by his sudden closeness, his question, that the words fall out of your mouth before you can think about them. "Can't say it never crossed my mind."

The corners of his mouth twitch upward. "I wouldn't be aversed to it either." He said it teasingly, a hint of humor behind the words so that you could play it off as a joke easily - a fun little imitation and nothing more.

But your reaction was instant. Your eyes widened in surprise, your body shivering involuntarily. And there it was: that blush; your face turned that beautiful shade of red that Loki had been picturing all week since he pinned you at that small hallway wall during the mission.

He leans in for a kiss, you expectantly close your eyes but the awaited feeling of his lips enclosing on yours never happens. Your eyelids flutter open and you see that he's staring, conceited, pleased by your expectations.

Betrayed, you raise your hand, but before you can slap him with your magic right across his face, he grabs your wrists. His grip is not tight, you could break free if you wanted to. But you don't. It suddenly felt real. Far too real in your tiny kitchen.

His breath ghosts over your tingling skin and then he is finally kissing you. It's a slow, seductive and sweet kiss. You melt into his touch.

To your liking Loki lets go of you much too soon. Almost searchingly, he looks down at you. Your prayers must have been answered. You pull him into a new kiss, more longing this time. A satisfied sound escapes Loki's throat.

It was probably predictable. Like the rightful ending of a good book. It had to come down to this. It's not unexpected, but surprising nonetheless. Surprising that it's real – even after all the flirting between you. Loki had been suggestive from your first meeting, and made his intentions clear. A small, warning voice rises in your head, in the part that can still somehow think clearly. Loki had been out to get this from the start.

You push him away a little, breathless. Your lips are swollen, your cheeks still red. Loki spreads little kisses over your temple toward your ear.

"You should leave," you bring out softly. Your voice is a small plea. Your fingers clawed into the fabric of his shirt, screaming just the opposite.

Loki stops, puts his hand to your chin and turns your face upward. You only dare a quick glance at him. Loki's eyes are darkly on you. You detect a hint of glee, but mostly lust and hunger. Quickly you avert your eyes down.

"Or I could stay,” he suggests.

It's just a game to him. Everything is.

What's so bad about it? - another voice in your head asks. Why not just have some fun? You can worry about the consequences later.

You're about to give in, already opening your mouth to keep him here. But not a single word comes out. With the last part of your mind telling you that this is a stupid idea and that he will only hurt you, you push him back a bit more.

"I'll see you tomorrow." You don't look at him as you do this, don't see the remorse that briefly appears on his face. Slowly, he nods and takes a step back.

"As you wish."

Your fingers release his fabric. Actually, you don't want him to go, want to grab him and hold him tight forever. You put your hand on the tabletop behind you to resist the urge.

Loki gives you one last look, but you don't stop him. And he objects no further as he steps to the door frame and activates the rune that takes him back to New York.

When he's gone, you take a deep breath, sighing as you do so. You are so confused. How can a single person have such an effect on you?

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THEY KISSED!

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[flockofcrowsinatornadoofcreation]

Name headcanons

Full names

• Lloyd James Montgomery-Garmadon

• Kai Vincent Jiang-Smith

• Nya Lillian Jiang-Smith (She's partially named after Lilly, who was a close friend of Maya)

• Jay Griffin Walker/Gordon

• Cole Hence Brookstone

• Zane Clayton Julien

• Misako Kathleen Montgomery-Garmadon (why did I include her)

Nicknames

Lloyd:

• Greenbean

• Green machine

• Demon spawn (affectionately)

• Kid

• Shrimp

• Shortstack

• Floyd

• Luh-Lloyd

• Buddy

• Green Energizer Bunny

• Blondie

• Little Bro

• Rapunzel

• Gremlin

• Grasshopper

• Broski

• Man, the amount of nicknames Lloyd has is insane

Nya:

• Waterlily (Jay exclusively)

• Scaryboots (mostly Jay, Kai, and Lloyd, who are all either as tall or shorter than Nya)

• My Yang (Jay exclusively)

• Sis (mostly Lloyd and Kai)

Jay:

• Zaptrap

• Sparky

• Sparkplug

• Bluejay ( mostly Cole and Kai)

• My Yin (Nya exclusively)

Kai:

• Hotman (like in ATLA)

• Spikey

• Spikes

• Hairgel

• Master of Fiyah!

• Bro

Zane:

• Mom

• Pinky (Cole exclusively)

• Master Chef Zane

• Tin Can

• Partner (Pixal exclusively)

• My love (Pixal exclusively)

• Frosty

Cole:

• The Rock

• Rocks-for-brains

• Big Softie

• Boulderhead

• Dirtclod

Pixal:

• Bearer of my heart (Zane exclusively)

• My love (Zane exclusively)

• Pix

• She prefers to have few nicknames

[moonflower80]

Underforest-Chapter 5

I walked into the forest, the rainy sprinkling through the leaves. I saw a few smaller animals up ahead, but none noticed me as I walked through the forest. Slightly shivering, I walked over a thick branch in my way. Suddenly, a few feet away from the branch, I heard a SNAP! Turning around, I saw the branch from earlier. It looks like it was smashed like it was nothing.. Jogging a bit, I saw a small bridge. Then, I heard footsteps.

“human.”

“don’t you know how to greet a new pal?”

Turning around, I reached out to shake their hand and-

“Prrrrrrrtt.”

He stepped out of the shadows. It was a skeleton wearing a green hoodie, a brown scarf, shorts, and pink slippers.

“heh. the old whoopie cushion in the hand trick. works every time. i'm sans. sans the skeleton. you’re a human, right?” I nod. “well, i'm supposed to be looking for humans.” I shivered because I was cold and sorta scared. “but i don’t really care about looking or capturing humans.” he explained quickly. “O-oh.” His eyes went dark as he explained “my brother does, though. he’s a human-hunting fanatic.” Ahhh crap. I thought, as Sans looked behind him and I heard another person saying “NYEH HEH HEH!!” in the distance. “speak of the devil. that’s him! here, follow me.” I was cold, and scared, but I followed him. Maybe he knew the way to somewhere warm.

“quick, hide behind that conveniently well placed lamp.” I hid behind it, then under it. The lampshade provided good protection against the rain. “SANS!” “What's up, bro?” “YOU KNOW WHAT'S UP!” “IT'S BEEN EIGHT DAYS AND YOU STILL HAVE RECALIBRATED YOUR PUZZLES! YOU JUST HANG AROUND OUTSIDE YOUR STATION!”

“WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING??!!” Sans’ eyes darkened… “i’m…” His eyes brightened. “workin’ myself down to the bone.” The other skeleton’s eyes narrowed. “LET ME GUESS.” The skeleton looked at Sans. “YOU WERE PLAYING MUDBALL WITH THE KIDS INSTEAD OF DOING YOUR JOB.” Sans looked to the side. “ehhh close enough. i’ll recalibrate the traps in a moment, brother. say, maybe that lamp can help you.” The other one stomped in frustration. “IT WILL NOT HELP ME, SANS.” “alright, bro, just a suggestion.” Sans rolled his eyes. “geez, i know why you’re always grumpy.” “BECAUSE YOU NEVER WORK?” Sans eyes went dark, before lighting up again. “nah, because i have humerus jokes.” The other skeleton looked as if he was trying not to throw his brother into space. “SANS!!!” The tall skeleton walks away, promptly annoyed.

I slowly step out, the lampshade still on my head. "hey kid." I was glad that tall skeleton was gone. "you seem to have lightened up about my brother being gone,." I chuckled. That one was funny. Then I shivered. It was still cold. “kid, don’t worry about my bro. keep goin’ forward, and you’ll be at Snowdin. be careful, kiddo.” I went and checked his..station that his brother had been talking about. There were bottles of ketchup. Lots. Of. Ketchup. When I turned around, the skeleton, Sans, was..gone. He must be a fast walker. I grab a couple bottles of ketchup. I like ketchup. Walking a bit more, I saw that tall skeleton and Sans. “...AND THEN UNDYNE SAYS, ‘WHY THE HELL IS THERE A DOG IN MY BED!’ SHE PICKED IT UP AND THREW IT AT ALPHYS, WHO PROCEEDED TO THROW IT OUT THE WINDOW!” Sans nodded. “uh huh, cool” Papyrus stopped listening to Sans and looked directly at me. “OH MY SPAGHETTI, SANS IS THAT A…” He looks at sans. Sans looks at him. Then back at me. “papyrus…i think that's a rock.” I turn around. There’s a rock there. I make a mental note to pick it up. Maybe tape it to something. If I have tape. Or mud. There’s lots of that. The tall skeleton, Papyrus, became disappointed and sighed. “but papyrus you should check what’s in front of the rock.” The skeleton would then have his eyes on me.

“HUMAN! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL CAPTURE YOU! BE PREPARED FOR HIGH JINKS! LOW JINKS! PUZZLES! CAPERS! JAPERS! BEING CAPTURED! OTHER FUN ACTIVITIES! REFRESHMENTS WILL BE MADE…IF YOU DARE ENTER! NYEHEHEHEEEHHHH!” He sauntered off. I grabbed the rock. Then some mud. Then, my stick. I fused it together and made a…..ROCK SMASHER! I smashed a leaf with it. It felt good. I followed where Papyrus had gone.

“NYEHEHEH! HUMAN! YOU ARE FACING THE ICE MAZE! TAKE THE WRONG STEP AND YOU SHALL FALL INTO THE ICY WATER! AND THE WALLS ARE INVISIBLE! NYEHEHEHEEEHHHH!” He stepped forward triumphantly…and quickly stepped back not wanting to break the weak ice, he would leave a crack.

“WELL,COME ON HUMAN!” Papyrus was thinking of what to say. “JUST DON’T STEP ON THE ICE THAT CAN EASILY BREAK AND STEP ON THE ICE THAT IS STRONG ENOUGH TO HOLD YOUR WEIGHT!” I would then quickly grab a stick and would step on the ice. It didn’t break. I would then throw the stick at the ice that I was thinking of stepping on. it didn’t break so I stepped on it and then… I heard a crack and then suddenly I was in the cold icy water.

[lonespektr]

SEPTEMBER 10TH HORROR WATCH

The Invitation (2022) specifying 2022 because it's a BUNCH of horror movies called the invitation and they are good but we don't want to confuse anybody

Okay

Old timey days fancy lady

Locked in the house, they chasin her

She kills herself off the fancy stairwell

"it ends here"

Clearly not because this is min 5 of the movie

party server women camaraderie over being groped by men

It's a gala thing for a DNA kit company

They snag a kit

Protag mails it in

English cuz is in NY wants to meet up

He's apparently the whitest man alive

Bestie says hell naw he's going to take her kidneys

She meets him he says she's a family scandal

One guess why

That's right their girl had a baby with a black staffer presumably the old timey woman that offed herself at the start

Black staffer raised her kin on his own

Eventually they moved to America

But homeboy told everybody about her 🤣🤣🤣

Now the whole family wants to meet the black american cousin 🤣🤣🤣

There's a big wedding this makes it a plausible reason for her to visit

Protag bumps the help and drops of bunch of shit the help are woc

The head butler of whatever tells her to to clean it up

Not very tall dark (obviously fucking white why do white ppl call themselves dark cause of black hair) hansom says no shes a vip

Protag like okay so it's ok talking shit to the help??

I realize this is a plot hole because she's fucking American he would know she probably wasn't the help not in a uniform and talking shit

Anyways the house has a bunch of gawdy art sculptures like animals

Is this maid welsh? Can i accurately identify welsh accent?

Fancy room maid says the fancy wrought iron bars are on the windows because of demon shrikes

The bars match the decor there's wrought iron shit and marble shit and carved shit everywhere

Former lady of the house??

Doesn't say yo mama

She know she fuckin dying she crying implying it's about the dead lady of the house it ain't she knows about the set up!!!

Bro y'all not related?? You talking about the home owner.

Nightmare lady of the house

Monster in the hallway

Very elaborate ritual just to see who has a cleaning assignment for a creepy locked room they look nervous

Mostly woc

Maid says not safe out of her room

Head host literally chanting

Wired headphones in the year of our lord 2022?

Got her

Everyone is too happy almost relieved that she is there

Mean girls

Short one doesn't travel much

Fancy pants stole her drink and pulled her into a live performance on a moments notice how romantic

Cuz is kikiing with mean girl constant she was supposed to be the whatever she now it's protag

Confirmation he's fully in on it

Clearly they need a female heir but why

Second? Third?? Time on that sword

Oh shizz monster in the room

Dude is in the room? 🧐

Made another glass mess for maid

Lots of sharp objects being set up

Dude not subtle

Protag not fucking around

I'm poor i want money to do shit bro

He's playing it obviously fake

Excellently done tension with the manicure scene

Keeps breaking shit

Seeggs he proposed because they are already doing a wedding so

She literally juz said yes and he didn't laugh wtf

Lol she checked like bruh I'm nawt serious

Friggin venician masks now

3 families

She's literally all the head of the table with home boy

Hes playing it so greasy

Shes physically repulsed yet she keeps saying yes

He announced they marriage at dinner

Another one bites the dust

Exposition speech teach people made a deal with the devil

Count Dracula (literally numerology obsessed 🤣)

Talking about 3 is the magic number of brides

So thought they were all vampires but it's just ones dude hoarding power

The bridesmaids drank blood??

Wait who's got fangs?

She's expecting the rich people who sell their daughters for infinity to help

He's delusional

Maid is VERY distraught

More exposition

3 is that magic number they all get to be immortal if they cross the three blood lines

Apparently all fangs are day walkers

Lots of screaming begging and crying

Maid rescue

They guy is literally from dowton Abbey righ?

First house trouble

Name dropped the family

Not very smart but observant

Back in

Wedding day

That was always the play

Wild AF the change being instant

Stakes him already

Miss

Girls fight to the death

Show down count v protag

She's already unvamped with the palace buying around her nice and tidy

Daughter surpases the mother in that too end it

You don't maurder yourself you kill the baddie you survive

Lol she goes after cuz later w bestie

[divineluce]

A Trail of Fire || Adam & Luce

Timing: Late May 5th, 2021

Location: The Outskirts

Tagging: @walker-journal & @divineluce

Description: Adam spotted an out of control spellcaster raising hell. He enlists the help of Luce, but all isn’t quite as it seems.

TW: Brief mention of sibling death tw

Slamming the door of her Jeep shut, Luce slung her bag over her shoulder and waited for Adam to lead the way. He’d mentioned shit going down, seeing some kind of… out of control fire spellcaster. And, of all the people who could help in town, he’d asked her. While she’d normally have more than mixed feelings about this sort of thing, maybe helping protect the town would be the nudge in the right direction her magic needed. She was trying to be… fucking better. She’d been trying for months. But, it wasn’t working and she was running out of ideas. Maybe she’d be able to talk to thispellcaster-- granted that they weren’t part of the coven-- and get some answers on how she could get her spark back. If they were even able to talk. As they began to hike into the woods, Luce spoke up, “So… You said there’s an out of control fire witch out here?” She asked before wryly adding, “I thought I was the only one of those in town.”

As they walked, Luce reflected on the first time she and Adam had met in the woods. That was… huh. It’d nearly been a year. It had nearly been a year since Bea’s death and since she had raised 20, 30 foot tall flames in the clearing while sparring with Adam. Flexing her hand, Luce swallowed uncomfortably. She couldn’t even light a candle right now. She’d been without her magic for so long, been so vulnerable for so many months. She needed her magic, she needed to get it back.

“Yeah I thought it was just average Scorch Street stuff,” Adam allowed, referring to a particular thoroughfare where even snow was prone to spontaneous combustion. “But they melted their way through a car and didn’t respond to anything I said and fucked off into the woods.” The Hunter pushed his way through the brush and led the way down into a steep gulley.

The depression might've been filled with brush and played host to a stream once. However the river gulley was now just a furrow of blackened earth. Adam pointed to footprints in what’d once been a stream bed. Each print was like a miniature blast crater, surrounded by broken veins of obsidian and glass.

Scorch Street. Luce had hung out there more than a few times in her high school days, cutting class to hang out with some of her art class friends in the one place in town that seemed dangerous to even normies. Little did they know the entire fucking town was dangerous. Listening to Adam’s description, Luce frowned. “They melted through a car?” That wasn’t just out of control magic, that was strong magic. Power, don’t fuck with me magic. Even at her strongest, Luce couldn’t do create a flame that hot without significant effort and time. Whoever this way, they were a danger to everyone, including themselves.

Following after Adam, Luce let out a low whistle of astonishment as she took in the scene before her. There used to be a stream here, but this person, they’d changed the fucking landscape. Just like she’d done. Picking up a hunk of obsidian, Luce stared at the glossy, black surface. Who hurt this person? What had happened? “That looks like as good a lead as any.” She trailed after Adam, keeping her eyes and ears open for any movement in the brush. She didn’t know if her lack of magic also affected her fireproof situation, but she didn’t want to find out first hand. “Hey. That’s… that’s still burning.” She said, pointing to a patch on the ground that was smoldering, the dirt itself ignited with a bizarre, deep red flame. 

“Mhm, didn’t even really pause or anything just kinna walked through it.” Adam knelt on the ground and slipped off his backpack. In a few practiced movements the Hunter had retrieved and assembled a military folding shovel. He slipped on some gloves and approached the smoldering patch of pure scarlet flame, boots snapping on the gulley’s new layer of obsidian glass.

Adam scrutinized the blaze for a moment before lunging forward and lifting something up with the shovel. “Is this like…?”

On Adam’s shovel was the indanscent outline of a single feather, the pulsing vermillion core within red flame.

Or at least it was before the feather melted through a whole through Adam’s normally heat-resistant shovel and plopped back onto the ground. “Shit…”

“Jesus.” Luce muttered quietly, trying to imagine just how much magic would be needed for something like that. The strongest magic user she’d ever met couldn’t do something like that, not without significant help from someone else. Just who the fuck were they? And would she even be able to do anything to stop them, to reason with them? Watching as Adam pulled out some new prepper tool, Luce continued to stare at the chunk of shiny black rock in her hands. She’d done a lot of destructive shit, but she’d never done something like this. Could this have been her? If… if they hadn’t been able to bring Bea back, would this have been her? Would she have continued to set fire to the forest, would she have continued to kill anyone who could ever pose a threat to what remained of her broken family?

Adam’s curse shook Luce from her thoughts and she blinked in shock as she saw the pulsating glow within a single feather that had melted through the end of his shovel. “Holy shit.” Luce echoed, tossing aside the rock. A feather. A burning feather-- there was only one thing that could have left that. Flexing her fingers apprehensively, Luce hesitantly extended her fingers towards the feather. But, even before she could touch it, she could feel the power radiating from it in waves, the radiant heat starting to sear her skin. She jerked her fingers back before reaching for her water bottle. “That’s a phoenix feather, but it’s not. It’s… There’s something wrong with it.” She said, unscrewing the cap of the bottle. She unceremoniously dumped water onto the feather and was startled as a cloud of steam filled the space between her and Adam. Waving it away, she was startled to see that the feather was untouched. “That’s-- what the fuck. What the actual fuck,” She looked at Adam and at the still glowing feather that sat between them, “We need to find them.”

“Uh not to be that guy,” began Adam, “But what I saw was definitely a person not a magic bird.” In truth the only proof Adam even had Phoenix's even existed was those tears mom had given him as a college fund. They were allegedly among the rarest supernatural creatures and Adam’s training had focused on common threats to human settlements, not fairy tales and miracle cures.

But here were molten feathers along the trail of someone he’d seen burn through solid objects. Adam felt compelled to revise his understanding of the legendary fire chicken. “So uh...do they look like people sometimes?”

Glancing up from the feather to Adam, Luce frowned. “You do know that phoenixes have a human form, right?” She asked, a bit surprised that Adam “Hunter Bro” Walker didn’t know that. Of course, Luce had a feeling she knew more about phoenixes than your average spell caster, even in White Crest. Leave it to Bea to have made friends with the phoenix family in town all those years ago. An entire childhood of having her mom not only compare her fire to Bea’s but a literal incarnation of flame, thanks Leah. “I’ve never actually scene the full flame on situation, so I can’t actually say what that looks like. But they’re not full on fucking... fire chickens.” She said with a shake of her head.

“Like I said, they look human most of the time. But if they’re putting out this much fire, they might be in their true form. There’s no way they could just cut through a car without it.” She said, hoping she was right. “But why would they do that? Most phoenixes don’t go around torching things on purpose. And definitely not in public, that’s a good way to get yourself hunted down.” Which was only slightly different from what they were doing. They were hunting this person down to help them. Not to hurt them. Help.

Adam frowned in thought. “They’re some of the rarest supernaturals around,” he explained, “I only knew they were real because of some tears mom had.” He considered Luce’s words and took in the charred trail of obsidian and everburning feathers that been carved through the woodland ravine. He motioned for the sorceress to follow, now keeping a healthy distance away from those patches of blood scarlet fire.

“Kay so what you are saying is this Phoenix is probably like sick or cursed something,” Adam reasoned with the air of resignation from constantly encountering new things that fucked with peoples’ heads. “So question is if we catch up with them and they like don’t wanna talk, and we can’t like ...contain them or whatever, what’s the game plan? The Hunter’s question was spoken Adam’s usual aimable baritone, but couldn’t quite disguise the grim implication in how open ended it was.

Rarest around? Well, that was news to Luce, particularly when she’d been saddled with one since childhood. She had some kind of inkling that Leah and her family were different-- the idea of a reincarnating family that stayed together for years and years had always struck her as weird, but… after last summer, she couldn’t help but rethink that perspective. “Well, they’re human looking most of the time. Whatever happened to this person is definitely not normal.” She said with a shake of her head. Sick, cursed; either seemed likely. But, when Adam’s tone shifted, her head jerked up to stare at him

“We’re not hurting them.” Luce snapped, “I’m not killing someone again.” The words came out before she could stop them, but the similarities of the situation to Lydia stared back at her. A young Hunter who she was familiar with, maybe even respected, asking her for help. Asking her to deal with an out of control supernatural person, someone who was dangerous. Someone who could kill. She’d made that mistake before, she wasn’t going to do it again. Not for Adam, not for anyone. “We’re going to find them and if we can’t talk to them, we keep trying to help them.”

Adam turned his attention from the ravine of burning feathers and looked at Lucinda for a time, leaning on the ruined shovel. The Hunter’s brown eyes faintly reflected the scarlet flames all around them, but didn’t hold any surprise. This was the second time he and Luce had a conversation in the woods about doing whatever it took while surrounded by eldritch flame. Some things had changed before the blue and red fire.

Then again, maybe he wasn’t quite the same dude either.

“Kay, I respect that,” Adam assented eventually, “let’s see what we are dealing with.”

The trail of pinion bonfires led up the ridge, something passing through enormous boulders where the Phoenix had simply bored their way straight through solid rock, leaving a tunnel of cooling obsidian. The air was choked with acrid smoke and breathing became increasingly difficult as they gained on the traveler. Eventually the hikers cleared the treeline and got above the smoke. A small valley stretched out below them, and Adam raised a hand to his sweaty brow to see through the evening glare.

But the glare turned out to not be from the setting sun at all.

It was as if a meteor had struck the valley, still incandescent from the plumet. Even with his mutant eyesight, Adam could barely pick out the humanoid form at the heart of the roiling inferno. Scarlet fire roared out in a blastwaves from the figure, leaving a swath of ash and glass in their wake across the valley. Great red sheets of fire and sparks seemed to wrap around the Phoenix like enormous wings, flexing and spreading outward on thermal currents.

“Well shit.” 

[swimyghost]

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Sup bros, this is the first fanfic in what I’m calling the Shared Universe between my friends @wickedhellagoodtime @holyfandomsnazz @self-insert-nonsense

I hope you all enjoy.

College was boring. That wasn't an opinion but a fact to many. Although college was newly free humans and nonhumans’ first taste of freedom, the long lectures and the even longer list of assignments wore many down.

All except for one.

??????, or simply Six-Q to their three friends, was an odd student, to say the least. They were nonbinary, a target for simple teasing and major bigots alike, but they never fought back. No, they left the fighting to their 6'1 werewolf friend who wasn't afraid to use her natural strength again childish older teens. Six-Q also suffered from the fact that no one could identify if they were human or not. Their eyes were a bright neon purple, a color that matched the tips of their black hair. Their body was slender and tall, but not a giant compared to the real giants that occupied the campus. Six-Q was also quiet, very quiet, but it wasn't due to shyness or being anti-social. It was because their mouth was sewn shut with ebony thread.

"Why do you have that stupid thread anyway?" asked Six-Q's first-ever college friend, Riley.

Six-Q let an exhale out of their nose. Riley Stormcross was a stubborn, high-class woman who didn't take a simple 'no' for an answer. More simply, Riley was a well-off daddy's girl who hated simple explanations and wanted to pry into everyone's life. That wasn't to say she was completely full of negative traits, Riley was fiercely loyal to her friends but downright venomous to her enemies. Six-Q once saw her drunkenly fight off two frat boys because started calling them a queer. They were rather impressed after she won that battle while completely intoxicated and could walk stably enough to get more drinks.

"I told you, it’s complicated," Six-Q said, flashing signs underneath the rounded lecture hall table so the teacher won't notice.

"Yeah, well, I've been your friend for like, two years now? You have to tell me why." Riley huffed, crossing her arms over her teal crop top. Six-Q could vaguely make out a worn cartoon storm cloud with an angry face printed in the middle of her crop top.

"Please, I don't want to talk about it." Six-Q attempted to weasel their way out of the conversation. Their literally sealed lips were a sensitive topic they'd rather not think about. 

"C'mon, it can't be that bad! Besides, I told you my secret technique on how to get neckbeards to tip more when-"

"Ms. Stormcross! Leave Mr. Q alone. Just because I seated you next to him to translate doesn't mean you have the right to speak with him whenever."

Oh, no was they only thought Six-Q had. All the rest of the students thought the same because nervous looks they had when they peered over at the electric blue-haired girl. Riley's left eye twitch. "They."

"Pardon?" the teacher said, sounding tired as if he had this conversation before. 

"Six-Q uses they/them pronouns. We've been over this, like, what, six times, old man." Riley snapped.

"That's Professor Walker to you, young lady, and I don't appreciate your tone." Professor Walker's eyes narrowed into slits.

Riley's own sky blue eyes followed suit. "I'd be a lot happier if you actually tried to use the correct pronouns for once. Have you forgotten who my father is? One call to the dean and he'll have your teaching license suspended."

Barrett Stormcross was a meteorologist to the rest of the world. But to the nonhuman and human communities who knew about the world of witches, he was a powerful storm witch with the ability to predict and create most, if not all, storms. Six-Q hadn't met the man, but judging by the quiet gasps and the reddening face of the teacher, he was a big deal.

"I will not tolerate threats in my classroom, Ms. Stormcross! Leave, now!"

"Fine!" Riley shouted back. She began shoveling her textbooks and notebooks into her tote bag and stormed out of the classroom while giving Professor Walker a death glare. The hard slam of the wooden door shook the whole room. Six-Q swore another crack had been added to the list of cracks and missing wood fragments on the door. The lecture hall wasn't big, so Six-Q couldn't easily hide under the desk in shame, away from the stares that all the students, from the students sitting on the same level as Six-Q to those in the higher level desks.

"Uh, Mr. Wa-"

"Professor!" the teacher snapped. Six-Q could see that he was frantically trying to compose himself by brushing his white hair and beard and flicking off invisible pieces of dirt from his vest.

"Yeah, right. Professor Walker, what do we do about the deaf kid?"

Mute! Six-Q thought tartly. Professor Walker glared at them, causing the older teen to shrink into their seat.

"Well, guess he won't be able to participate, will he?"

No one dared corrected his misgendering, choosing to listen to the professor ramble on about psychology and the human mind once more. Six-Q could barely focus on Walker's words. A wave of anger was building in their chest. One that wasn't entirely their own.

Calm down, please! Six-Q silently panicked.

"And that concludes the topic on social cognition. Now, we have a test next week on Wednesday so study, all of you!"

Six-Q blinked back to the present noticing their classmates passing them without even looking in their direction. The only thing a student did that got any sort of reaction from Six-Q was one of their Fae classmates had flown directly over them, nearly hitting them in the back of the head. Six-Q quickly stuffed their books into their backpack and tried to race out of the classroom.

"Mr. Q."

Six-Q froze in the middle of the doorway. Classmates shoved them aside so they could leave the room. Six-Q slowly turned and nodded towards the Professor. The Professor took his glasses off his forehead and rested them on his podium.

"I understand you kids like forging new genders and titles to make yourselves feel special, but try to tell your friend to not have tantrums in class if her feelings get hurt." 

Six-Q flashed a sideways okay hand underneath their chin. Professor Walker took that as a sign that Six-Q understood and waved his hand like he was waving away a stray dog. "You're dismissed."

Six-Q bowed their head then shuffled out into the crowded white tiled hall. They couldn't help but smile. That sideways okay was the sign for "asshole". Six-Q didn't like to swear, but Riley's and their roommate Rei's unfiltered mouths had rubbed off on them. Speaking of Riley, Six-Q knew they had to find the hot-headed girl or else a fight would ensue. They trudged through the slow-moving crowd then managed to stumble onto the campus grounds.

Despite it nearly being the middle of fall, the trees still held onto their bright green leaves. A peaceful atmosphere hung over the grounds as students and teachers alike walked around on the freshly cut grass. Six-Q could see two centaurs playing frisbee with each other, laughing as it spun in the air like a dancer. Harpies, Fae, Sylphs, and other winged nonhumans happily flew through the sky, laughing as a harsh, yet warm breeze blew over them and ruined one Fae girl's hair. Six-Q could see a study group taking place as well as a picnic date. They took a deep breath and let out a content sigh. This was what college was about, not transphobic old men.

It didn't take Six-Q to find Riley. She was sitting under a tree with one leg folded close to her chest and another laid straight on the grass. She had some wireless earbuds in listening to some type of loud music, so it wasn't a surprise when Six-Q didn't try to get her attention it failed. She was also hypnotized by something on her phone so it lessened Six-Q chances of gaining her attention. Finally, what got Riley to notice them was Six-Q lightly kicking her checkered slip-on shoes. At first, Riley furrowed her brows and glared up at the disturber of her peace. When she realized who had bothered her, her expression turned positive and she pulled the earbuds out.

"Hey, is class over? What did old man Walker say about me?"

"Nothing. But he didn't call one of the translators from the head office or anything so I had to sit in silence." Six-Q explained.

"That bastard!" Riley snarled. For once, Six-Q didn't feel like calming her down. In fact, they wanted to match her rage. Sadly, they had to be the reasonable one in the relationship or else Riley would've been put in jail for life already.

"But I did call him something on the way out." Six-Q continued, hoping Riley noticed their devious smile.

"What?" 

Six-Q showed her the sign and she immediately burst into high-pitched laughter.

"Please tell me this isn't a joke! Please tell me you actually did that!" Riley asked through her laughs. Six-Q proudly nodded, causing her to laugh more. It took a while, but the witch finally stopped and caught her breath.

"I think I'm a bad influence on you, Q." Riley declared.

"Yep!" Six-Q replied.

Riley chuckled, then stood up, dusting some dirt off her shorts. "Hey, you don't have any classes after psychology, right?"

Six-Q, worried about where this was going, nodded. Without warning, Riley wrapped her arm around their's and set off towards the campus's exit. 

"C'mon, let's go shopping!"

"Shopping?!" exclaimed Six-Q, being forced to spell it out on one hand due to the other being stuck in Riley's tight grip.

"Yeah! My monthly Patreon money just came in and I need some new clothes," Riley looked them up and down, "I think you need some too."

Six-Q just glared at Riley as they continued to be dragged away from campus. The guards watching the campus's gates barely batted an eye at them, sealing Six-Q's fate. They were stuck with Riley for the rest of the afternoon. They let the upper part of their body go slack and let their legs do all the hard work. 

The town wasn't small per se, there was a considerable amount of people and even a large almost urban distract twenty minutes away from the college, but the main street in town gave off the coziest feeling. The old brick buildings had seen plenty of young, dumb students and they'd probably see many more. Children raced through the groups of adults to get into the nearby candy shop all while squealing in delight. Adults either sat on benches, happily chatting about the day, or popping out of stores carrying several bags full to the brim with clothes, jewelry, and other fancy new trinkets. Six-Q was so enamored by the bustling town life they didn't notice the looks people were giving both them and Riley. But Riley certainly did, as she death glared in the direction of anyone who dared look at the pair.

"C'mon, it's just down this block," Riley said, finally loosening her grip on Six-Q.

"But I need to get home, I have homework!" Six-Q pleaded.

It was a fruitless effort since Riley just shook her head. "You only live once, Q. You can't let things like homework and responsibility drag you down all the time."

"Is that why you needed to copy off all my notes and tests?"

"Silence those hands, mutey."

Six-Q silently celebrated their victory as the two turned the corner, nearly bumping into both a streetlamp and a couple. The man glared at them only to get flustered as Riley batted her eyelashes sweetly. As the couple disappeared around the corner, Six-Q heard the man's girlfriend chide him in a shrill voice. Riley seemed to get a kick out of that as she snorted loudly.

The sun was lazily setting behind a cluster of wispy clouds. Its glowing oranges and reds were shifting into blue and purple hues. Stores were having to turn on their lights to let passerby’s know they were still open. Six-Q felt a chilly breeze pass over them. They were left to wonder how Riley managed to stay warm while wearing only a crop top that showed her middle (which proudly held a shiny belly button ring) and jean shorts with tights under them. She wasn't even wearing socks.

Note to self: ask her if it's magic or simply not giving a darn!

"We're here!" Riley announced, jolting Six-Q back to their senses.

It was some type of shop dedicated to various popular clothing brands. Nike, Adidas, Levi's, Prada, and Lululemon were just some of the few brands that dressed the mannequins and shoe racks in the front window. Six-Q didn't even get a chance to look at the name before they were dragged into the store. A bell rang as the glass metal-framed door swung open.

"Oooh, Miranda~!" Riley called out in a singsong voice. "Guess who it is!"

A brunette woman wearing a black turtleneck stepped out into the open, hidden behind a rack of pants. She squealed in delight and rushed over to hug the equally excited Riley.

"Oh my stars, Riley, I haven't seen you in, like, forever!" the girl, Miranda said, after letting Riley go from their shared bear-hug. "What's happening in the life of the coolest witch I know."

"Ah, nothing much. Got kicked out of class today and my boyfriend fucking cheated on me." Riley said. Their voice was bitter at the end. Miranda gasped in surprise.

"Really? With who?"

"Sarah."

"Sarah McLaughlin?! Isn't she-"

"One of my exes, yep."

Miranda's eye grew to the size of dinner plates. "I can't believe it. And she was just in my store yesterday! I swear, if she comes back I'm going to give her a piece of my mind."

Riley casually waved her right hand, as if the brush away the idea. "Don't. A hussy like her doesn't deserve your time. Besides, it happened over a week ago. I'm over it."

Six-Q blinked. It was only two days ago Six-Q had to walk to Riley's duplex to comfort the drunken witch, who was having a complete emotional breakdown over the breakup. They didn't question how an underage girl like her even got two bottles of tequila (probably from one of her sketchy drinking buddies), just sat there in her bathroom rubbing circles on her back and holding her hair as Riley both sobbed and vomited into the toilet. They decided that they weren't going to embarrass her by sharing such a personal experience. Miranda's eyes trailed up to Six-Q. She ogled him for a few seconds before breaking out into a grin. 

"Oh my, hello~. Are you the new boyfriend?"

Six-Q cringed. But because the idea of being romantically involved with Riley was a terrible thing, but the fact the clearly oblivious woman used the term "boyfriend". 

Can I be gendered correctly for once?

Riley instantly came to their defense. "Actually, Six-Q uses they/them pronouns and they're nonbinary. Also, not my partner. They're too much of a softy to actually deal with my way of flirting."

Six-Q decided they also wouldn't mention the first time Riley and they met it was in Psychology 101 and Riley was trying to seduce them and get their notes. How they managed to become friends after that series of awkward events still confused them to this day.

Miranda's expression from joy to panic. "Oh my Gosh, I'm so so SO sorry! Is there anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable? I'm the store owner so I can gift you some coupons or-"

Six-Q held up their hand and flashed a couple of signs at Riley.

"They said they're fine and that there is no need to worry." Riley noticed the confusion on Miranda's face. "They're mute so they communicate through ASL. They are actually the reason why I learned the language and why I continue to take psychology even though the professor is a piece of shit."

"Mute? Oh, what happen-" Miranda noticed the thread sewn through Six-Q's lips and immediately went quiet. An awkward silence filled the store until Riley spoke up.

"I actually got paid recently and wanted to get some cute new clothes. Got any recommendations?"

Miranda instantly brightened up. "Oh, yes. Here, I know a pair of jeans that would just look amazing on you!"

The store owner pulled the witch away, leaving Six-Q to explore the building on their own. It was a mix of rustic charm and contemporary with the front count and walls being made from real wood while the shelves, racks, and other exhibiting items were something akin to an IKEA display. The lights the dangled from the ceiling were rectangle, adding to the modern feel. The mannequins were posed in ways that felt almost too real for Six-Q. Instead of focusing on the lifeless figurines, Six-Q decided to browse the clearance aisle. They were light on cash so they were hoping to find something in their price range.

You'd have more money if you weren't a coward. A voice hissed in their head. Six-Q frowned but kept searching.

It wasn't their fault that they struggled to hold a job. When all the misgendering, stares, lack of translators, and just judgmental people got to them, Six-Q's automatic next move was to flee. Were they a coward? Yeah, probably. But they suffered through worse so if they were in desperate need of cash, Six-Q could probably ask their friends Rei and Trixie for a position at their job.

Would Marty even want someone like me as one of his... Dancers? Six-Q thought, shivering as he remembered the merman club owner's sharp gaze.

"Hey, Q! Find anything good?"

Six-Q found a pair of pants that were reasonably priced and held them up from Riley to see. She nodded her head, "Nice, dude."

The enby craned their neck to see what their friend had bought. It was several brightly colored shirts, hoodies, and pants, and shorts. If Six-Q could, they would've whistled in both amazement and the fact they were thoroughly impressed. 

The Patreon gig must be seriously well.

"Will that be all for today?" Miranda asked in her friendliest customer service voice.

"Yep!" Riley said. Her friend nodded with a smile.

The two paid for their own clothing then stepped outside after saying their goodbyes. The sun had sunk a little lower, but there was still enough daylight where it couldn't be considered night yet. Riley pouted at Six-Q's single bag.

"You only got one thing?"

"I have to save money and I don't have that much anyway," Six-Q said.

"Well, I know some places you can get some nice and cheap clothes!" Riley had all the enthusiasm back in her voice.

"Wait, I-"

Riley silenced them by covering their hands with her own. She started to pull them down the street with an adventurous smile.

"C'mon, Q! While the sun still shines!"

Six-Q had a bad feeling growing in their gut that this would be a long night

-----

Six-Q stumbled out of what was hopefully the last store. Although several bags were in their grasp, most of them were not theirs. They had only purchased two other sets of pants and three graphic t-shirts plus a new makeup pallet, lip gloss, and eyeliner. Riley, however, acted like the old British Empire and sought to claim everything she had touched. From lipstick to perfume to clothes from the latest clothing trend, Riley decided to snatch up everything. Six-Q was worried that her card was going to get declined at some point, but that fear never came to fruition.

The pair started to make their way down the streetlight lit street. The sun had completely set and was replaced with an ethereal half-moon and twinkling stars. Six-Q gazed up worryingly at the sky. They stomped their feet on the ground to get Riley's attention. She looked up from her phone and Six-Q could see she was editing a selfie of herself. 

"Yeah?" she said.

Six-Q tried to sign but the bags got in the way. Riley noticed and swiftly took some from them. The enby then asked. "It's late, Riley."

Riley shrugged. "It’s only 8:45. Don't tell me it's past your bedtime."

Six-Q frowned. "I need to finish some homework."

"You can do that later. Besides, aren't you hungry?"

Six-Q cocked their head. "I don't need to eat, remem-"

Riley grinned. "Great, because I'm starving! I know a cafe not too far from here! They have the best eclairs!"

Once again, the pair rushed off down the street. Six-Q's feet were beginning to hurt from all this running.

It can't possibly get anyway worse than this.

The cafe, as Riley promised, was not far at all as it was just around the corner. It was an unassuming little shop with it literally being a corner store. Riley was the first one inside leaving Six-Q to scramble behind her. The interior design wasn't something to rave home about. Common fake wood circular tables and chairs were stationed on one side of the cafe with the display case filled with all types of wonderful desserts and the cashier on the other. The cashier clearly was a young girl, probably sixteen at the most, and looked incredibly bored in her green apron and white shirt. It was the customers in front of the counter that got Six-Q concerned.

One was a brown-haired young man with brown hair and eyes who was digging through his wallet not paying attention to the people around him. He wore a dress shirt and pants along with a tie, clearly showing he was someone vaguely important. The man next to him worried Six-Q the most. It was a curly-haired ginger man whose hair basically covered his barely visible emerald green eyes. He wore a gaudy black shirt and black pants. A star with neon stripes coming off it was placed in the center of the shirt and had several multi-colored sparkles coming off it. Six-Q wanted to leave but Riley was the one to get the first words out. "Jesus fucking Christ why are you here?"

Both men turned around. The first one seemed surprised to see the blue-haired witch while the ginger one was both excited and mesmerized.

"Really? Is that the magnificent Riley and-" he screamed and pointed at Six-Q, "THE DEMON!"

Six-Q winced at the sudden noise while the well-dressed man groaned. "Tobias, please. We're in public."

"It’s Tobi and he's gonna hurt Riley!" Tobi whined, trying to put up a tough demeanor.

Six-Q wanted to snap. Can't someone gender me just this once?!

Riley was quick to snap back. "Please, don't even try that Alpha Male shit at me, Tobi. I've seen you cry for hours over that stupid robot show."

Tobi gasped loudly. "Star Pilots of Galactia is not stupid!"

"Also, the 80s called? They want their fucking rancid shit back." Riley continued.

"I'm on break from work, casually getting a donut with my cousin who just got off a shift from his lame job, and now I'm stuck between a seductress and a demon! Riley, you need to get away from him! He's dangerous!" Tobi cried, pointing at Six-Q. They could feel hot rage bubbling in their chest.

"It’s they, you waste of oxygen and witch talent!" Riley snarled, taking a step forward.

"You're a powerful and beautiful witch, my dear! Can't you feel his negativity?"

"I swear upon ALL the Gods if you compliment me or insult my friend again I'll snap your fucking neck."

"Oh yeah! Well, why don't I just summon some plants and-"

"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" a feminine voice shouted.

Six-Q, Riley, and Tobi turned to the cashier who nervously shook her head. Then they turned to the only other person in the room. The cousin looked completely stunned with his head hung low. His hand was clutched around his throat. Six-Q noticed his entire body was quivering. Tobi took a few steps forward, clearly considered. "Hey, Rowan, are you."

"Tobias, get in the car." He responded. His voice was ice cold.

"But-"

"Now!" 

Tobi stammered for a bit then rushed out of the building. Rowan pulled out a twenty and slammed it on the table. "Keep the change." He didn't even look at Six-Q or Riley as he stepped out into the night. Six-Q felt a shiver run down his spine.

"C-Can I he-help you?" the cashier nervously asked.

"Yeah... Yeah, you can." Riley finally answered.

Riley ordered her Caffe mocha and some type of cake and éclair. Six-Q just followed them out of the store without saying anything. The two walked in silence for a long time. The streets were almost completely empty except for a few stragglers who were hanging around bars and small diners. Six-Q pulled out their phone pocket to check the time. 9:01. They exhaled out of their nose then tapped Riley on the shoulder. She must have been deep in thought because she jumped at the touch.

"Sorry." Six-Q apologized.

"I-Its fine just..." she sighed. "Look, I know Rowan more than you do. He's sensitive about his voice because he's... You know... Transitioning. Just, don't mention it to people, okay?"

Six-Q frowned. "Do you think that lowly of me?"

"Of course not!" Riley countered. "I just know how people are and... Listen, my relationship with Tobi and Tobi himself fucking sucks but I don't want Rowan to get in the crossfire, okay?"

The enby college student just nodded. They didn't want to get into Riley's messy relationship history any more than they had to.

"Listen, I think it's time I head home," Six-Q said, just wanting this night to end.

"Sure, sure. Hey, I'll walk with you to-" Riley then remembered who Six-Q shared an apartment with and scowled. "Never mind, I need to get home too."

Six-Q wasn't going to argue. They just handed over Riley's shopping bags, waved goodbye, then set out on their own.

The walk home took twenty minutes but Six-Q wasn't too concerned. The neighborhood they lived in was relatively safe with only a few minor incidents. They also weren't scared about being mugged. If they learned anything from growing up around people like Tobi they all feared Six-Q's unnatural eye color. They liked to imagine a scenario where someone tried to threaten them or their friends and all they had to do to become the hero is to flash their eyes like Medusa. They let out a happy snort. They barely had any muscle mass so fantasies like that one were the only way they could be strong.

You know that's not true, kid.

Quiet, you.

Six-Q finally made it to their old brick apartment and entered. They noticed the landlord was not tending to the front lobby area. They figured the elderly woman had to be asleep so just went over to the mail slots to see if they had mail. They opened their compartment and only a letter from a company they never heard of was there. Slowly, Six-Q crept up the creaky stairs while tearing open the letter. They climbed another flight then finally made it to their apartment. The moment they stepped in, Six-Q tossed the letter. It was talking about they owned money after the recent car wreck they got in. Six-Q didn't even own a car.

The décor in the apartment would've scared most people away. There was a giant picture of a naked woman that Six-Q’s roommate took plus several punk art pieces that showed violence and people flipping each other off. The skull of a deer hung over the blood-red couch. The flat-screen TV'S stand had chokers, knives, rings, gemstones, and other oddities scattered on the top and on the shelves. The item Six-Q was most proud of was the red rug with black skulls that laid beneath the coffee table was sewn by Six-Q themselves. Six-Q passed through the living room and ignored the mostly brown and white kitchen. Although most people would've been turned away by the vulgarity and creepiness, Six-Q and their roommate embraced it. Six-Q thought it was better than most scarcely decorated modern buildings. 

Speaking of scarcely decorated, Six-Q entered their small, barely decorated bedroom. The twin-sized bed only had standard black sheets with a nearby bedside table only containing a lamp and a clock. The nearby desk in the corner only held notebooks, textbooks, a sewing machine, and a laptop; also a lamp rested on the top of the desk along with a box Six-Q knew that contained makeup. Six-Q got to work put their new clothes into their antique wardrobe and setting their backpack beside their bed. The rational part of the student knew they should start working on homework, but after all the running around and high emotions, Six-Q just wanted to nap.

They leapt onto their bed, only kicking off their shoes after they landed. They nestled under the covers and quickly fell asleep. However, it only felt like a few minutes before they heard muffled swearing and someone struggling to open the door. Six-Q knew it wasn't an intruder, just their roommate. Judging by how hard they were struggling, they must be had a bad night at the club.

I must tell them how much I wish I could have their patience. 

After stretching and cracking their neck, Six-Q slid out of bed. They winced at how cold the floor was and left the room. They got excited when they heard the door finally open. They speed-walked down the hall, ready to greet one of their closest friends on roommates. Before they could, they immediately stop dead in their tracks.

Rei de la Mora, Six-Q's roommate, was wearing nothing but a red and gold sea-themed bikini that was twice below her size and a pair of red stilettos. As they hung up her coat, Six-Q watched in horror as one of the cups holding up her rather large breasts started to slip. Before anything else could happen, Six-Q started to slam their hand against the wall. Rei jumped, causing her chest to bounce but, luckily, the bikini continued to do its job. Six-Q was sweating uncontrollably. This entire situation felt wrong.

Rei, meanwhile, simply adjust the bikini top and bottom. Then, they casually raised up a hand. "Sup. How was your day."

That sent Six-Q throwing themselves back against the wall. Their spine painfully was the body part that first made contact, leading them to fall on their hands and knees. They heard Rei shout something, but they half scrambled, half crawled their way back to their room, and locked the door. Six-Q was panting heavily. While Six-Q respected Rei's work, it still felt wrong to see her like that. Then the knocking started.

"Goddamn it, Six, not again! You've seen me in much worse!"

Six-Q backed away from the door. Rei has both the power of a werewolf and natural body strength on her side. If she wanted, she could kick that door down. 

Six-Q rushed over to their desk, ripped open a notebook, quickly wrote something down, then tore out the piece of paper. They slid it under the door and awaited Rei's response.

They heard Rei sigh. "For Christ's sake, Six, it's just a bikini. Besides, you're not a perv like all those other weirdos."

Once again, Six-Q wrote a note and slid it under the door. Once again, Rei sighed, "Fine, alright, I'll change. Happy?"

The enby student happily slid another piece of paper on the door. Six-Q listened the Rei's footsteps grow farther and farther away and sighed in relief. They remembered their homework needed to be completed. Six-Q went to work while they waited for their friend to change. It didn't take long as Rei didn't hesitate to start banging on their door.

"Come on out, purist. I'm decent."

Six-Q slipped their work back into the bag then slung it over their shoulder. They opened the door and saw Rei wearing a tight-fitting punk band t-shirt and black sweatpants.

"Better, Lord of Woman's Purity," Rei smirked.

"It's not like that," Six-Q explained. "I just feel like… We shouldn't be that open with each other yet."

"You act like we're dating and, I should remind you, I'm a lesbian." Rei ruffled Six-Q's hair. "Hey, you promised we'd watch To Catch A Killer together. And don't use homework as an excuse, you can do it while we watch."

Rei didn't drag Six-Q into the living room but had the authoritative aura to make Six-Q follow anyway. The two sat on the couch, Six-Q sitting cross-legged while answering the question of how the brain's thoughts influence feelings and how do people interpret other feelings and emotions and the social cues that follow and Rei with her feet on the coffee table. The pair were quiet for the most part, only the TV and Six-Q's light pencil scratching. It was Rei who finally spoke up.

"So, you didn't come back after school. What happened?"

Six-Q set their pencil down. Riley and Rei were the definitions of bitter exes, they needed to be careful not to mention her name. "I decided to go shopping. Got some new pants and shirts plus some new makeup. You can help me practice eyeliner like we've been talking about.".

Rei didn't stop the TV, just gave their roommate a sideways glance. "You went shopping?"

Six-Q cocked their head. "Is that a problem?"

"Six, I was the one that had to convince you to buy new clothes. Twice. You suddenly decided to go on an hours-long shopping trip by yourself is… Weird."

"Well, I finally took your words to heart and-"

"It was Riley, wasn't it?" Rei interrupted.

Six-Q flinched as if they were just slapped. Rei's voice was cold, just like Rowan's was. Oh God, they were going to have to explain what happened at the café. Six-Q started to explain but Rei raised their hand.

"No, it's fine. It's alright. I don't care," Rei said, sounding more like she was trying to convince herself then talk to Six-Q. "So, anything… Big happen."

Six-Q explained to Rei what happened at the café, excluding the part about Rowan. She ground her teeth together in a snarl. "Goddamn it, Six, why don't you let me kick that stoner's ass."

"Because you'll get arrested and fired," Six-Q replied.

"Nah, Marty and Hydna would bail me out and Marty can't fire me. I'm his dancer because of these-" she flexed her muscles, "-and these." She lifted her breasts with her hands. Six-Q nearly fell off the couch in shock. Rei grabbed them just before they fell. "Will you calm down, you big baby."

The two shared a smile before Rei frowned. "Can I share something with you, Six?"

Six-Q nodded, giving Rei the okay to speak. "I know you like Riley and that she is one of your closest friends, but you saw how she treated me and you see how she treats others." Rei rested a hand on their friend's shoulder. "Just… Be careful, okay?"

Six-Q nodded once again. Rei held her gaze for a few moments then let her hand fall to their side. "Finish your homework. I don't want you failing college."

The two sat in silence, watching Mike Arntfield solve cold cases and catch the bad guy, all while Rei's words rang through Six-Q's head.

I'm always careful

Yeah, right

I wasn't talking to you and I don't want to talk to you.

Six-Q's head was silent and that worried them.

[jovialyouthmusic]

Loveline Fanfic 5

Apologies for not posting before - this has been hiding away in my files for a while. Hope you enjoy the continuing adventure of Albert from Lovelink.

Word Count 1059

A/N Albert meets up with family. Fluff and a little light drama. The title of the chapter means ‘head of the household’

5 Pater Familia

After another successful demonstration of my oral skills, we got up and got dressed. My angel suggested we drive her car out to a nearby town to have brunch at a café and then go for a walk in the nearby hills. The day was warm and balmy for early autumn, without the colour of the leaves turning just yet, and almost no wind. We ate at the café, walked along the edge of the lake nearby, and drove to a car park almost at the top of a pass between valleys where we could walk right to the top of the ridge and get spectacular views over the rolling hills and peaks out to the sea, far away.

I felt the stresses and strains of duty fall away with every breath of fresh hilltop air and every smile from my companion. Instead of a gruelling march with full kit, it was a pleasant stroll with my sweetheart. I looked forward to the time when I didn’t have to wonder about where I might go and what I might be asked to do. We walked and talked, and held hands and kissed at the peak of the ridge. She blushed as another group of walkers came over the top and caught us, and I smiled at her innocence and sweetness.

I prayed that the peacekeeping mission I had just been on meant that she never had to see the horrors or deprivations of war, but thankfully that thought faded with every glance of her beautiful smile and every view of the peaceful landscape. We walked back to the car and drove back to the town to stop for coffee and cake, and then back to her flat. I only had time to change before a cab came to fetch me to take me to the port where my father’s trawler was moored after a long and successful fishing trip. We kissed and she held on to me tight before I left, promising that I would do my best not to drink too heavily, and call her when I was on my way back.

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‘Son’ my father cried as I walked into the pub on the quayside of the small fishing town where he offloaded his catch. ‘It’s been too long, how are you?’ He hugged me and slapped me hard on the back, his years of backbreaking work on the trawlers having kept him strong and hearty, just like my brothers. They strode up, putting their half full pint glasses down to shake my hand and slap me on the back. As usual , there was a competition between the two of them to see who could hit me the hardest and make me stagger, but I was ready for them and stood steady under their greeting. Brad eyed Sam.

‘Oi oi, soldier boy’s getting stronger’ he grinned ‘I got you a pint baby bro, come and meet the lads’ A full pint glass was thrust into my hands and I grinned stupidly as I was introduced to the other fishermen and sailors in the bar. It was hard not to keep accepting the drinks that came my way, but I stationed myself near a pot plant and poured the odd half away without being noticed – or so I thought. As Brad and Sam decided to tell the story of how they’d almost caught a shark – a very unlikely story, as they were extremely rare off the west coast of England – my father beckoned me and took me aside.

‘Is everything okay, son? He asked ‘I can’t help but notice that plant is getting a good soaking of best bitter. It’s a crying shame, but I won’t tell if you talk to me.’ I sighed

‘My limit’s a bit low at the moment, Pa’ I replied ‘I don’t get to drink pints every night on duty, and this was a long shout’

‘That doesn’t usually stop you’ he replied as Sam stood on the table demonstrating the size of the shark he was telling tall tales about ‘your Mam seems to think you’ve girl trouble – is she right?’ I frowned.

‘Promise not to tell’

‘Neptune take me to the depths, I swear not to tell a soul’ he said, hand on heart. I looked round to make sure nobody could hear us.

‘Not girl problems Pa – someone special. I joined a dating site’

‘You did what? How can my boy be having trouble finding a girl? You’re catch of the year, son’ he exclaimed, indignant. He eyed me, moving closer ‘It is a girl, isn’t it? But – it’s okay whoever they are.’ I interrupted him swiftly.

‘Keep it down, Pa. It’s not easy with my line of work, I don’t have time to date. I met someone, and I’m – well I’ve been with her as much as I can since I got back. She’s amazing’

‘And you didn’t tell us – why?’

‘It’s new Pa, I want to get to know her properly’ He pursed his lips and furrowed his brow.

‘You don’t want to get too drunk, so you can ‘get to know her’’ he observed, and I nodded reluctantly. He looked across at Sam and Brad, now singing a sea shanty with the other fishermen at the top of their lungs. He lifted his chin in a gesture of sympathy.

‘You get on back to her’ he said ‘I’ll cover for you. Those two are so tanked up they’ll hardly notice anyway, look at them’ he patted me on the shoulder ‘I’m glad to see at least one of my boys has some self control’

‘What will you tell them?’ I asked.

‘Don’t you worry yourself’ he said ‘Just promise me you’ll ring tomorrow, and maybe you can find time for one more visit before you go back on base.’

‘Thanks Pa, I owe you one’

‘You owe me nothing, I’m blood’ he said ‘Now get out and go and kiss that girl of yours. If she’s a keeper we’ll meet her at some point, and if she’s not, she wasn’t worth meeting. Family is family and we’ll be here whichever way it goes’ I thanked him again and gave the pub one more glance. He was right, Brad and Sam wouldn’t notice my absence. I dialled the cab number and left to go back to my girl.

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[flyingcatstiel]

1of2 Tired of metas blaming executives / defending writers. Writers can write horrible endings. Proof - GOT, HIMYM, Lost etc. Executives didn't force those bad endings. Reading all these conspiracy theories feels like I am listening to Trump. Executives are homophobic but ok with incestous ending? I asked my SO (who never watched SPN) to watch SPN final with me. I quote him "didn't you say they are brothers. It almost looks like they are going to kiss - Ewww - is this what you want me to watch?"

2of2 Even if we look at bottom line - Executives - apparently don't care the fact that Destiel was trending FIRST world wide - in middle of pandemic, middle of historic US elections - such free publicity to gain more viewers and money - but they care about incestous endings which grossed out lot of people. I wish these metas and conspiracy theorists stop baiting people and stop defending writers. Even before covid - Dabb had intended for this bad ending with proof that only 30% will like it.

Oh, nonnie. If you have sent this just 2 days ago, I’d be there with you, all salty about metas defending writers. Today tho, after going through some serious posts about the CW involvement with the show, about Russian market, about professional dubbing practices I have my thoughts in different order. 

So, from what I’ve seen so far (barely past midnight November 26 in the US as of writing this). Jensen went to re record audio stuff for 15x18, most likely Cas confession scene. Now we have info from Latin America (2 separate dubs)  that Dean actually reciprocated Cas’s love declaration and only after that The Empty took Cas. Nonnie, this changes everything. The first thing so many viewers noticed and commented on was the weird way the scene was cut and how little emotions Dean showed. The running gag on twitter was that Jensen is homophobic and Misha strong-armed him into that scene. Non shipper said that it was platonic love declaration from Cas, coming out of nowhere. But most importantly, we, shippers were robbed from proper celebration of our ship going canon. After 12 years of sticking with the ship, they still took it from us. This is totally on the CW shoulders.

But also, this means that destiel was at some point greenlit by the executives to be reciprocated in canon. Until someone at the CW backpaddled in late September. The writers are not responsible for this, they are victims of these changes as well. Dean’s answer changes the emotional beats of several scenes in 15x19 in addition to the scenes that were cut. 15x19 has that strange montage at the very end which most likely was added to cover cut scenes, say like Lucifer, Jack and Cas scene in the empty? Because if Misha was in 15x19, that would mean that the prank call was never meant to be his last contribution. I mean, the disrespect to the fans, the writers and Misha, all in one episode.

And then there’s 15x20 which looks so weird that a lot of fans immediately said that it is a butchered episode. Thing is, we have no idea what kind of script was written pre covid, how much it was changed and when, and how much was cut out from filmed episode. I’ve seen posts sayin that the script for 15x20 was still in rewrites when they finished filming for 15x18. Which is very, very late for a shooting script. I personally think that Dean’s death was the thing Jensen disliked so much, but even then - we don’t know how it was framed in earlier scripts and how they arrived at that horrific scene in 15x20. 

I’m not saying that SPN writers are the most amazing TV writers out there, and I look forward times when we will be able to discuss all problematic stuff SPN is filled to the brim with, but. We just don’t know what exactly happened in the SPN writing room and how much executives meddled with it. COVID happened. Nothing of this is normal. This is why the most important thing right now is to pressure the CW for some answers. Look at them throwing Misha under the bus today. That tells you bunches how well they know fandom and how to manipulate us. 

Now about that incestuous scene, aka Dean’s death, and why homophobic executives would be OK with it but not canon destiel. Under the cut we go, mostly for space reasons. 

Ok, this is so funny but I actually just finished writing my second answer about wincest in 15x20 and had problems posting it and that’s how I learned that we broke tumblr and destiel went canon in spanish. Here’s my post, check it out bc I’m not repeating it  here. 

I think wincest, aka incest between two able bodied, adult male brothers is something casual viewer outside the fandom is not even thinking about. If it was sister/brother deal with intimate embrace, people would notice faster. But two masculine, 6 ft tall macho dudes during the death scene? Nope. Here comes plausible deniability which viewers also use to ignore anything “funny” between Dean and Cas. I’m glad that you and your partner noticed incest vibes, but, I’ve see plenty people even in destiel fandom being fine with such scenes between Sam and Dean. I’ve seen some destiel fans saying that they really loved 15x20, so, there are viewers out there for whom it worked. 

Now let’s look at the bottom line. TBH, I’ve no idea where to look? Where is the projected revenues for a show that is ending? You say that Destiel trending during pandemic is a proof that our fandom is huge, but. No one knew that we had such power! And trending on twitter is not something that translates into money easily. And it happened 2 weeks before finale. There’s no time to change finale anymore. I personally think that destiel fandom has been shrinking for past couple of years, since so many folks left due to bad writing and queerbaiting. But they came back for tweeting. At this point destiel is bigger than it’s fandom. I personally think that the CW would have benefited from canon destiel, but they made different call.

I agree with you that in general, fandom should not defend the writers so much and ought to be more critical about the stuff they write, but today, November 26, 2020, the game is happening on completely different plane. I’m pretty sure that we got a butchered finale, and I’m very much inclined to believe that it is somehow connected to their efforts to promote The Walker show. Maybe Dabb’s original finale was really bad, but show me the script then. If destiel was supposed to be reciprocated, then they might have gone overboard with bro love in Dean’s death scene. Only now, when destiel was one-sided, that scene becomes very wincesty seemingly on purpose. A good creative writing, in it’s finished form, is a very tightly woven fabric. You pull out some threads, you unravel whole fabric. And that’s what 15x20 is. 

2 days ago I’d be roasting metas who defend spn writers, today I want to storm the CW. (pitchforks anyone?) Destiel shippers were robbed, queer love story was censored, this should be the focus of or anger today, not the writers or actors. We can do both - demand truth about the Cas confession scene and roast original Dabb’s ending if we ever get it. 

ETA - after writing this up, I checked out some posts by blogs who debunk all conspiracies, including Spanish dub. They sound very convincing! But in that case we have to talk about long term queerbaiting that was taking place on this old CW show till the very last minute. Cas was used in promos for 15x17 he was not in. They (ppl who make promos) deliberately used Cas barn scene from 4x01 in those promos, then actual barn in 15x20 promo but somehow it is shippers who are delusional? Don’t start me on Song of the day. Angel with a shotgun for 15x19? What was that about? After 15x18 there was no official goodbye to Cas which made ppl to watch finale. Like? Even if the Spanish dub gets officially debunked by the CW and not some random blogs, we are left with the fact that destiel fandom was gaslighted during the last stretch of s15. And not only by writers.

And if this was the finale they so lovingly crafted and deemed to be good, where are the celebration of the SPN ending? Why we had to watch documentary before the episode? Why 15x20 was so short? Why Canada watched the episode first (and leaked spoilers online) They filmed after quarantine, the script had to be the usual length. And so on, fandom has been through all the things that didn’t match several times already. PITCHFORKS -> the CW

[huntsman-ash]

RWBY V8E10 LiveThoughts

Well since its my birthday, Im kinda bored, and there’s little else for me to do right now since I dont get food till later, lets catch up on last weeks episode in anticipation of tomorrows. 

Huh, starting off with a epilepsy warning. Thats...a good sign I suppose?

Probably not the first part with the RT logo if I had to guess. 

Opening shot looks like something outta Gundam or Halo. Ironwood looking thoughtfully out as a Manta cruses by randomly. Plus; sunlight. Second day dawns...damn, have they really been fighting for that long?

Brings up the wonder of how long Remnants day actually is.

More Mantas. One REALLY close by. Damn those things are QUIET.

Those poor Specialists. You can just TELL they’re bracing for Ironwood to kick their ass. The doors also still busted which is a rather nice choice.

Also interestingly the female Specialist’s coat is missing the top two buttons of her partners. No clue why. 

Actual sweatdrop on the girl. What is it with RT suddenly making their characters have body liquid?

Ahhh Qrow kicking ass. Excellent. I would expect nothing less. 

Also FUCK THAT TABLE IRONWOOD.

Homie loosing his SHIT XD

Oh. Whats this...energy blast? Looks like its coming out of the- Oh. Thats Oscar isnt it.

...my God. ITS. BEAUTIFUL.

(Cries in military nerd)

I love how the music cuts out when it hits, just like what happens when a nuke goes off. 

The fact the Aces have to CARRY the bomb in BY HAND is good shit.

Massed gunfire in the back, and for a second you can see the true thoughts of all of the members. Oddly enough Hare’s got her exoskeleton activated. HYuh, weird, everyone else is hauling it bare. Elm, obviously, she beefy. I guess Marrow and Vine are just capable?

Also based on the shot we see just before the entire screen goes yellow and it looks like the blast literally yeets marrow onto his ass (I assume its Marrow based on the weapon visible in profile) it looks like Atlas is actually WINNING the fight, they’re pushing forward towards the whale.

Grimm; PURGED. ...how much you wanna bet this was a one off? No way to weaponize it. No way to make this more effective.

The music is...dissapointing, truly. If I had scored this, it would have some orchestral choir, a little bit of Requiem for a Dream style kinda thing. Strings and intense flutes and maybe a bit of drums.

Everything goes white for an ABSURDLY long time

Annnddd the sun comes up JUST as the whale starts disintegrating. HA! DIDNT PLAN ON THAT DID YOU SLUT!

CUE NEO CASUALLY SKIPPING THROUGH THE HELLSTORM OF GRIMM BITS WITH THE LAMP

Wait wheres the bomb... Also Marrow being the only one who cares amuses me.

Ahh dont worry about it buddy, its probably MAGIC explosive force, if it didnt kill you it wouldnt kill them. Huh, part of the whales skeletons still there.  I think its dead. GOOD

Wait how tall is Marrow? Hes like a good six inches taller than Winter here and shes wearing combat heels

“Target destroyed, good work.” Oh how casual. I love how he thinks that was the bomb.

And he goes right on to the new issue as if this is the end of the Grimm situation

Oh they still have the bomb.

Cargo ship, huh. I thought it came in on a Manta? Maybe Im miss-remembering.

AND now everyone in Atlas is going to start suffering fucking RUSTLUNG like in Gears.

Oh. Wait. Most of the whale’s still there. Fuckin hell IF THIS THING REGENERATES

Watts is so casual about all of this. I mean it makes sense but like, damn bro, flexibility.

Mmm, I think Cinders about to get brainblasted on by Watts. Please do so. TEAR HER A NEW ONE.

Interesting that Cinder thinks shes in command here. Im sorry, Cinder, but one of you has a college level education and the other WAS A FUCKING DISH RAG BITCH AND PROBABLY A STREET WALKER.

Guess which one is which.

Heels. Interesting. I dont like them but interesting.

Mmm. Long way down.

Watts: STARTS LAUGHING. I love it.

Dude is speaking FIRE. And TRUTH! THIS CATHARSIS...

I know she wont kill him and Im already cool with that cause this alone has put Watts well above her in my book of awesome villains. 

Hope we get to see more of him after this.

Hey he actually got THROUGH to her!

NOW SULK WHORE!

AWW SHES CRYING

Yeah of course the heroes are okay. RIP whoever was in that Paladin though. Hes probably dead.

Oh, the Bees 

Where the fuck did Emerald go

Oh there she is. Just completely shattered. YEAH HE DEAD FRIEND

Agricultrual area, okay cool, glad we finally got a name for this place

Red Line...huh. Like in Metro Speaking of, theres the Metro. No power, lights out. Apathies maybe?

You got a prisoner now.

Scrolls as a light source too huh? No flashlights? Also, pink purplish pettles...whats that one for, GAY THOUGHTS?

...kinetic energy. Really. Thats it. HOW IN THE FLAMING FUCK DOES THAT WORK?!

For those of you not in the know, kinetic is just...movement. Thats it. The ACTUAL energy that results from potential energy being used. 

Its just physics. And they’re treating it like some kind of superweapon.

Talk about a bit of an ass pull. And of course theres only a little bit left, because duh.

Guess maybe its got to do with movement and stuff. An idea for later.

Imagine if everyone looked over at Emerald and shes gone.

Nope, still there. And t hey’re about to hit the civilian shelter...yep, theres everyone.

OH MAN THEY DONT EVEN HAVE ANYTHING GOING ON. Literally just people chillin on the sides of the rails. Boy that must SUCK

Depression everywhere. Damn the Grimm are gonna come right in and mulch em.

And back to Ironwood. ANGRY DAD FACE.

Glad they call it a payload.

Its hard to tell but I think the image hes looking at is a casualty report. If I h ad ot guess blacked out equipment is losses.

Closer look says “Status Report in the upper left (upper right reversed) 

So...based on this, Atlas has lost at least 4 airships, 8 Mantas, four Paladins, a bunch of troops...actually the more I look at this I think each one represents a bunch of units because there is no way that this is everything they had.

I cant really see the middle parts but on the right I cna see “First Fleet” and “Second Fleet” Seconds got fewer Mantas attached oddly. No clue what that means. Same amount of Airships, but nothing else.

Cant really read the middle points. I THINK it says “First Batallion” at the top and then under it is split into (Something) A, B, and C. Might be Squad or something similar, the breakdown seems to be identical across it. 48 diamond markings and four Paladins. 

Based on a quick check of Google, I believe these are, in fact, Platoons, the subsets of a Battalion. The numbers are flexible on there but it seems to fit.

48 men to a Platoon with four Paladins as heavy fire support sounds like a viable mix. If thats the case Im just gonna hope this is all that was depolyed and Atlas has other forces elsewhere BECAUSE IF THEIR ENTIRE MILITARY IS LITERALLY ONE BATALLION OF TROOPS IM GOING TO RIOT.

The number more or less makes sense. 

On the far right theres some kind of power core readings, no indication of what those are, and I cant read the wording over it. Maybe for the pylons. 

Ironwood then convinently walks past a window showing intel on the whale. Annoyingly all of the important looking text is blurred out.

Theres Hares thighs again.

Third ones some kind of profile on Cinder, the image is recent as well. Fourth one...I think its a map of some kind of the impact zone, perhaps the area lost to it. 

“Watts is either incompetent, or betrayed us.” WHICH DO YOU THINK IS MORE LIKELY.

Looks at hand dramatically while contemlating loss.

Hare loosing her shit is awesome.  Also, nice shot of her shoes. 

Maybe you should have put more faith in your military instead of Huntsman idiot.  I guess this KIND OF explains why he wants to leave. He doesnt thinkt hey can win no matter what. 

The look on his face is...disheartening.  Dudes gone the same way as Lionheart. Shit.

Also interestingly, the picograms above his office door show the phases of Remnants moon, rotating from full and unbroken to shattered.

What are you planning Ironwood.

Ohhhh. SEE NOW SOMEONE FINALLY FUCKING GETS THE IDEA You want someone in this world to do something YOU PUT A GUN TO THE HEAD OF THIER LOVED ONES!

Winters not having none of it of course. 

Ohhh shes in for a SPANKIN NOW

I love how Hare throws her under the bus like that. 

FUCK THAT TABLE

Radar. REMNANT HAS RADAR.

MOTHER...FUCKING... HOW?! HOW DO THEY HAVE RADAR.

Suns fully up now. Interesting.

Also, canonizing it now; the mountain just behind Atlas in this shot is where Fortress Academy is. 

This one.

Hang on. SDC Freighters literally look like neutered... ... GOD FUCKING DAMMIT.

AGAIN! EVERYTHING IN ATLAS’S ARSENAL IS JUST SDC EQUIPMENT MADE INTO MILITARY FORM! FUCK. ME. SIDEWAYS.

WHY!? WHY IS EVERYTHING SDC MADE?!

LE SIGH

The crazy logic sit down thing is...weird.

Also, I see constellation on the floor of Ironwoods room. Looks like...chiron and Pisces. So why are Earth constellations on the floor of a Remnant building?

Damn, air cleaned the fuck up real quick. 

NEO YOU CHEEKY BITCH. THE RAISED PINKY FINGER

Yay, the teams reunited. NOW THEY CAN ALL DIE TOGETHER.

FAUNUS EAR WIGGLE

Rens first comment; wheres Nora.  Yay. Also, poor Ruby.

I like how the music just died.

I hear gunfire...

YEAH! Mantas for AA work, hell yeah! I know Im supposed to be mad but fuck that swarm attack! Oh its so good.

AND IRONWOOD WITH THE FUCKING POWER STANCE

MY GOD XD

I like how he specifically mentions Atlas’s technology like their technology is anything hot 

Seriously could you get any more fucking dramatic. I get the point but like, dude, your from Atlas, wasnt this shit BANNED in the Great War?

Boy, he really doesnt like Mantle does he. Then again at the same time, my hometown doesnt care for the homeless here. Its probably like that.

Not sure I follow your logic here. Hes probably bluffing. 

Oh wait Penny...right she never left the mansion, she got fucked over.

And thats it.

[nachohypno]

Nate and Dave Ch. 10

So… I have a boyfriend now.

My first boyfriend, huh. And he’s a werewolf. And according to him, we’re each other’s soulmate.

Lucky guy I am to have found my soulmate so quickly in my life, huh? And there’s people who say that high school romances won’t last. I mean… Anything could happen but he and I are made for each other or something like that?

Dave did seem a lot more affectionate know that we’re officially dating, and that’s pretty nice. He was driving towards my house, and I thought it would be pretty nice to have him at my place tonight. Our first night together as boyfriends, huh.

Sounds nice to think about it.

The jock couldn’t help but smile each time I looked at him, and again, he took any chance he had to stop the car and look at me with loving eyes.

“What?” I asked, as we were about to arrive at my house.

“N-Nothing, it’s just that…” He stopped talking for a while to concentrate on the road, and take the last turn. “I’m just so happy to be your boyfriend, bro”

Who would think that big mean Dave is actually a piece of cake on the inside? Bah, the soulmate bond made him act like this but I’m not going to complain, he’s still an amazing guy.

He stopped in front of my house and turned the car off. “You really want me to spend the night with you? I can give you space if you want, babe. You don’t have to feel forced to anything—”

“It’s still, I wouldn’t have brought it up if I didn’t want you around” I said, trying to give him my best smile to reassure him.

Dave nodded, and we left the car. He ran around it and stopped next to me, then placed his arm around my shoulder, but this time he managed to control his strength to avoid putting extra pressure on my body.

He was getting better at controlling himself, huh!

We entered my house, and walked straight to my room. House alone again, we had to make the most of our time together.

The puppy boy followed me with a dumb grin, probably waiting for me to say something to him. He came a while ago, but I could tell by his bulge that he was horny and out for another round already.

“What do you wanna do, bruh?” Dave asked, after we entered in my room. I closed the door behind me, for safety reasons, and walked up to him. The jock was incredibly excited, and his eyes darted around with much more energy than he usually seemed to have.

This had become a habit for me by now, with Dave around a lot of the time at my room or myself going with Dave to his place and spending the night. It was a nice thing, and I felt like it wouldn’t get old soon. It would probably be easier at university…

I did have an urge to tell him to strip all his clothes and just stay there for me to admire him. It was weird, but at the same time, it wasn’t? I don’t know how to explain it, it’s like a dominant side of me just appeared lately and I was okay with it.

It’s not like an urge to mistreat Dave or hurt him, but more like use my bond with him for more… close action, if that makes sense?

I did feel a bit bad for using him like that while he declared his love for me, again. But at the time it was like something natural to do. Like it was right for me to play with my puppy boy.

“Uhm… Wanna play for a while?” I said, nervousness returning to my voice.

“Say no more” He grabbed me from the back and the legs and lifted me. Then, Dave carried me over to my bed, and softly left me on the edge. After that, the jock kneeled in front of me and held his hands like a pleading puppy, looking up at me with his tongue lolling out.

“I meant the ps4 but… this’ll work too. Just like when the day we met…” I whispered, looking down at him and softly caressing his face. He looked really cute when he was zoned out like this. “Hey boy, paw” I said, holding my hand out for him.

The jock placed his own hand on top of mine. I grabbed it and pulled him closer “Geez, you’re heavy…!” I mumbled, trying to move him to lay down with me. He seemed to hear me out, because his body suddenly started to be as easy to move as a big rag doll. “Oh… that’s better. Thanks, puppy boy”

“I really gotta have better control of my weight, babe. My mind just gets sorta fogged when we speak and I just want to be your good puppy boy, so that messes me up a bit” He managed to say, before starting to pant with his tongue out. He was really happy, that part was obvious.

“It’s okay, alpha pup. Just relax and rest for a while, alright?” I kissed his forehead before getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed “…And sleep, can you do that for me?”

He nodded with excitement, before quickly dozing off. “Anything for… youu… bruh…”

He’s amazing, I’ll give you that. I’ve never had a boyfriend before and I’m really nervous about this, but at the same time it’s not like I have any choice on the matter. He’s my soulmate, I love him and he loves me too. Yeah, he’s sort of… forced to do it via some weird supernatural thing, but it’s not a bad supernatural thing.

He enjoys it, according to him.

I sighed. ‘This is too much to think about. Werewolves? Real. Soulmates? Also real. A werewolf claiming that I’m his soulmate, and me falling in love with him some days afterwards? Triple real.

I mean, it wasn’t a real game changer. When Dave revealed his werewolf nature, it was a really unexpected thing. How can you ever expect a classmate who has been around for probably a year and a half and never talked to you to declare his love for you, multiple times, after he smells you while passing by?

I looked at Dave, who was snoring as he slept on my bed. The guy is perfect. He’s handsome, has amazing powers, every girl or gay dude would lust after his perfect frame, and a bright future ahead of him if he manages to enter the NFL.

‘I’m doing good so far’ I told myself, reassuring me that being with him was the right thing to do. I loved him, after all. And according to his Mr. Walker, if I broke Dave’s heart it could be devastating for the poor werewolf jock. I didn’t want that to happen, and god bless my head for making me fall over for the alpha puppy.

In reality, Dave was improving a lot with his studies in such a short time. If he keeps going like this, he’ll also get good chances of going to a really nice university.

My grades are good, mostly because I don’t like social reunions to spend the time at, so I either play games all day or study for fun. It’s a nice habit I’ve developed over the years, and always thought it was something nice to have.

My diverse interests in different careers proved it, I had a love for learning and I can’t get enough of it. Let it be enemy attack patterns or strategies for videogames or how to build a bird’s house for the garden, if I don’t feel lazy and have the time to do it, I’ll do it.

My friends seemed to adapt very well to the idea of me and Dave being closer these days, even after meeting less than two weeks ago.

Dave’s friends… Almost all of them, including his ex-girlfriend, seem to be pretty amazing! I still have to personally meet the football team without dying on the inside, but Leslie was a start, right?

“Hey, puppy boy?” I said, softly tapping his shoulder.

He opened his eyes, quickly. Oh, that was faster than I expected. “Yeah, bruh?” He sounded sleepy, but not zoned out at all. He wasn’t in a trance right now. I looked at my phone’s time, he’s been asleep for like 15 minutes now.

“How was that nap?” I asked, and Dave smiled at me.

“Honestly, I would’ve preferred to sleep with you. But being near you is enough for me to be happy, my love” He’s cheesy. He’s not like this normally, just for me.

But I liked it a lot. “Aww, such a cute puppy boy you are” I placed my hand near his ear, and he playfully started to move his head, probably wanting me to scratch his sweet spot again.

I did just that, and he started with that motor-like sound again. His blue eyes looked up at me with such adoration, like a dog looking at his owner. The varsity jacket around his torso made him look way cuter than he credited it.

“You’re simply amazing, bro” He said, then leaned in towards me to give me a quick smooch on the lips. “Something on your mind, or should we just cuddle like we always do?”

“Hmm… I was thinking we could play something on the ps4 but…”

“I mean; I love video games as long as I play with ya. Besides, I love beatin’ your beautiful ass in COD” He proudly interrupted me. Huh, so that’s how it’s going to be?

“But… why don’t we go take a walk instead?” I finished, getting up from the bed and walking over to the closet. I opened it and there was the dog leash, hanging beside a few belts.

After grabbing the leash, Dave got up and went to his school bag, grabbing the bowser collar and then moving over to me. “Where are we going today, babe? Oh, wait. I have to change into wolf form first, right? Gimme a sec”

But I shook my head. “I have something else in mind. It’s still quite early so… why don’t we go to the forest again?” I knew he loved the forest. I didn’t like being outside at night, but it was still sort of sunny outside so… Let’s make the most of the time, right?

The jock nodded, grabbing the leash from my hands and putting it alongside his collar inside his school bag.

I liked he wasn’t completely careless about his werewolf status and thought about hiding those things until we were completely alone at the forest. He’s smarter than he seems.

I went closer and gave him a long, nice kiss, which he seemed to enjoy a lot, before we walked outside of my room and headed to his car.

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The forest normally? Cold. Empty and scary. Especially now since it’s almost 6 p.m.

Dave probably loved this, and the god rays going through the leaves of the tall trees and illuminating the path was really nice to see.

I’ve never been a fan of camping, so it would probably be some time until I proposed something like spending the night at the forest with Dave. I felt safe with him though, so I really shouldn’t worry about little stuff like that?

“Arrived, should I change now?” Dave said, stopping the car near the usual spot. The nice part of the forest in fall/almost winter is that it’s actually really empty. People prefer hanging out at the cafeteria, the library or the park.

Staying at home isn’t a really bad idea neither, so it wasn’t weird to see a few of my classmates in social media posting pics while playing games or joking around with their friends.

Staying at home with Dave… It definitely was good, but we only played COD (Where he beats my ass) or cuddle and take long naps together. Not even having sex as a regular thing, since Dave still hadn’t fucked me. I also contemplated the possibility of fucking him too, but I couldn’t tell if he would like that.

At one side, he had to do everything I said without a chance of resisting, so he would be blissful about it. On the other side, Dave has stated that he’s not gay, so I’m really not absolutely sure if he really enjoys being with me, but then goes back to his old ‘I hate fags’ self.

Those little insecurities crossed through my mind multiple times a day, especially when I’m with him around. It’s definitely something I have to work on if I want this to work out for both of us.

I shook my head “Not now. I’ve got an idea, but let’s head to one of your safe spot first, puppy boy”

“A’ight, bruh” Then we left the car. He grabbed his bag, and I took a deep breath. I grew used to being here the last few days we’ve come together.

“Oh, and Dave?” Before he could turn towards me and ask me something, I finished with a “Could you turn into a werewolf?”

Just me ‘asking for it’ was enough, apparently. Dave nodded excitedly as he always does when I ask him for something, then stood still with his eyes zoned out.

I looked around, just to be sure we were alone, as Dave’s body changed drastically to his werewolf form. The snout was back, his eyes were bigger and his ears were on top of his head, like a normal wolf.

His body, now covered in fur, grew a few inches as usual. Curiously, his clothes seemed to be pushed to the limit, but he still seemed able to move freely without tearing them apart. And you could also see the shape of his abs and pecs on his shirt.

His bulge also grew a bit, and I poked it with a finger just to see if that would interrupt his transformation. Luckily, it didn’t, but Dave did let out a deep, little “Huhuhuh…” as the transformation continued.

A tail appeared on top of his butt, wiggling left and right rapidly, and his hands grew the wolf pads and nails once again.

A few seconds later, he blinked a few times, before looking at me with a caring smile that showed off a few of his fangs.

“What was that for, bro?” He asked, his voice way deeper than his usual dreamy jock voice. I liked it, but I preferred the old one, to be honest.

“Nothing important, just wanted to see you transforming again” I said, while caressing the spot now behind his wolf ears. ‘Wonder how the magic works to shift his audition system to the ears of the top after the human ears disappear’.

I would love to learn more about supernatural creatures, but I really doubt that’s a career you can follow once you join a university. It’s not like there’s a sort of Hogwarts out there for supernatural creatures, right? Would be funny if…

Hmm… Now that I think of it, it’s not really that impossible if there are actual supernatural creatures out there.

“Well, now that I’m in wolf form…” He reached out for his bag and grabbed the bowser collar. “Can we please go for a walk? It was really fun the last time!”

He broke me out of my thoughts, but it was alright. I liked last time too, although he wasn’t really in werewolf form. I wanted to see his wolf form in action, but it would

I nodded, and grabbed the collar from his hands as he straightened his neck for me to put it on him. I tried to buckle it on the usual spot so he could move freely without feeling too restrained.

After that was done, he passed me the leash from his bag and I attached it to the collar.

“Want me to carry you? I’d love to do that so you don’t get tired, bro” Aw, such a cute puppy.

“Nah, it’s alright. I should do some exercise too. Besides, I like having the leash of the situation” I said mockingly, as I lifted the hand with the hang of the leash.

The werewolf nodded “Yeah, well joke’s on you. I actually like when you have the leash”

I chuckled “Okay, puppy boy. C’mon, let’s do the walk before it gets dark and cold out here”

Dave didn’t complain, as we started walking away from the car and into the forest.

The only sound breaking the silence was our steps crushing brown leaves under our shoes, and Dave’s werewolf nose sniffing a lot, probably to recognize as many smells as he could?

We kept going like that for a good while, probably 15 minutes or so. It was relaxing, just us, together, walking in the forest like nothing mattered. Like a dog and his owner.

“Y’know, tomorrow’s the big game, bro. I know we’ve talked about this already but i’m not gonna force you to go and cheer me up.” He said, breaking the silence as he stopped walking and turned around to face me “I’d really appreciate it if you were there for me. Like, a lot, bro”

Dave grabbed my hand and moved it towards his chest, waiting for my answer while giving me puppy eyes.

“Pretty please? For me, bro? I’ll do anything you want afterwards, promise!” He insisted.

I smiled “Hey, the team is also sort of expecting me to be there, right?” He nodded “Then, if I want to help you with your plan of slowly coming out, wouldn’t it be easier if I helped you with that, as you originally planned?”

Werewolf Dave seemed mildly confused by the logic. He had a thoughtful expression and rubbed his snout a bit.

I softly pulled from the leash attached to his collar, breaking him from his train of thoughts. “Hey!” I pulled again, and he smirked “Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be?” Then he got in four legs, clenched his knees, and jumped towards me.

I didn’t have enough time (Nor reaction skill) to avoid him. We fell to the ground, Dave on top of me with a blissful expression on his face. I looked at him, and he took the chance to lick my face just like a few days ago. It was like a big, way stronger than me-dog was trying to give me some love.

“Uh— Dave— Not— again…!” I tried to say, as he covered me with slobber once again. I managed to reach his sweet spot and started scratching it, making him stop licking my face immediately and getting off me, rolling to the side with his arms and legs extended and his tongue lolled out.

I cleaned my face with my sleeve and sat beside him. Then, I started rubbing his belly like I would to a real dog before he could go back to licking my face. “Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy, David?” I said with a childish voice.

“I am! I am a good boy, bro!” He responded, panting. “I’m your good boy!” His leg was kicking the air as I rubbed his belly and I honestly found that adorable.

“Oh, really?” He got up and kneeled in front of me, nodding rapidly with his tongue still lolling out, and still panting. “Let’s see… roll!”

He did as I said, his tongue going back inside of his mouth as he laid down on the floor and started rolling like a dog, just like he dared me to do a few days ago. ‘Sweet revenge’ I thought, as I remembered that little moment.

“Talk!” I ordered him, and then Dave stopped rolling and got back on his knees, holding his ‘paws’ out while barking. “Good boy! Now, chase your tail!”

He got in four legs, and looked behind him. He growled at the tail behind him and started barking as he tried to catch it.

His tail, however, didn’t seem amused by Dave’s attempts to catch it. So, the puppy boy was struggling a lot with following that order. But it was alright, he was an amazing puppy boy.

“I was joking! You can stop now!” I said, before he hurt himself or anything.

Dave got back to kneeling in front of me, waiting for any other command. ‘Just one more thing won’t hurt, right?’ I thought, as I grabbed a fallen branch on the ground. I showed it to Dave, and he followed it with his eyes as he panted in excitement. “You want it, boy? Go get it!”

I threw the branch towards a nearby tree with some flowers on its base. The werewolf ran after it with a lot of determination, before stopping on his tracks in front of the tree.

Confused after he kept staring the flowers, I walked up to him and asked “What’s wrong, puppy boy?” wondering what was going on.

“Nothing, bro” He said, still very focused on the flowers. He broke out of the puppy role by now, going back to the big handsome jock. He leaned in and audibly smelled the flowers. “It’s just… Wolfsbane, can’t touch that”

Hmm… I remember hearing about it. But Dave seemed to notice my puzzled face, so he proceeded to explain it to me. “It’s a toxic plant, bro. I’ve seen it a few times, the bitch grows in a lot of places, even when internet claims it only grows in mountains”

He threw a look of hate to the plant, before covering one of his hands with the sleeve of the varsity jacket, and slowly getting closer to it. Then, he grabbed the stick I just threw and passed it to me. “Here. The smell is really bad, so let’s just move away from it and grab another stick, a’ight?”

I was mildly surprised that he found another way of fulfilling my order of ‘Go get the stick’, even when it was surrounded by dangerous plants.

I nodded, throwing the stick away before grabbing the hang of the leash again and walking with him to another part. “Are you alright?” I asked him, as we walked in complete silence. I was sort of hoping him to tell me a dark story about wolfsbane and him but apparently that wasn’t the case.

“Yeah, sorry. Got lost in thoughts there. That shit’s smell is really awful, bro. Makes me wish I didn’t have heightened smell!” He finished with a deep laugh.

“It’s alright, we can keep playing at another place. Would you like that, puppy boy?”

He looked at me, excitement coming back to him. “Yeah! Can’t wait to catch that branch this time! I love you so much for playing with me, bro!” Huh, he really takes any chance he has to tell me he loves me.

Not gonna complain though, I really loved it.

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It was already after school of the next day, and I was nervous, as always.

Is it weird to say that I’ve never been at a football game during my whole life? I don’t think so.

High school football games aren’t mandatory (Luckily) but our professors encourage us to attend to keep our school spirit as high as possible. And honestly I’ve never noticed how many people were into this thing.

Lots of parents and families walked over to the football field, as the bus from today’s rival team parked near our school.

A bunch of “BOOOOOS” Could be heard from the people as they passed beside the bus.

“Hey nerd” Someone said behind me. I turned around, hoping to see my good playful puppy boy. But instead, I was greeted by Butch’s frown.

I looked around, searching for my knight in shining armor as Butch took a step closer to me. I was surrounded by people, he wouldn’t be so stupid to try something against me in public, right?

“Hey Butch—” I tried to say, but he interrupted me right away.

“Listen, I don’t want any of your shenanigans” What the hell was he talking about? He’s the one who approached me. “I’ve talked with my bro last night, and even if I still think you’ve made some weird fag shit to him, we’ve reached an agreement”

Huh, that was interesting. “What was it about?”

“The game” He explained, looking around and lowering his voice. “You probably have a lot of options for universities, being a nerd and all that. Wouldn’t be surprised if you even clung to that lgbt shit to get free benefits”

That was pretty rude, and I was sort of amazed how he managed to turn his attempt of an explanation to a way of insulting me. “But me and a few mates from my team know that we’ll only get an scholarship if we play like gods during this last year. So, big D and I talked yesterday and teamed up again, like things were before you showed up”

“It’s not like I really did anything, you could just try and chill out a bit” I said, getting a little fed up by his asshole behavior.

He clenched his fist and took another step closer, but then backed again and relaxed “Don’t be so cocky, I ain’t gonna hold back when my bro is done with playing around with ya”

I gulped, then nodded. “If that was all, I think you should head over to the locker room. Your team should be waiting for you” I replied, pretty coldly. He gave me a rough pat on the shoulder before beginning to walk away. “And good luck on the field!” I said, after he took a few steps away, heading to the school.

I couldn’t tell if he heard me or anything, until he gave me the middle finger without looking back. ‘Geez, what a dickhead’ I thought, as someone else patted my shoulder again.

“I hope he wasn’t too aggressive with you, bro. We’ve chatted last night and—” I turned around and found Dave, his hair was a big messier than usually and he had a gym bag. He looked nervous, but also really excited. And I wondered if he ran out of the gym before coming here.

“I know, he told me about it. He was… decent, I guess” I shrugged it off, it’s not like I care about Butch anyway. I forgot how it was being afraid of a jock, probably because of all the time I was spending with the werewolf now.

“Wish I could kiss you right now, for good luck” Dave said, scratching the back of his head. I noticed he was blushing, and looked around a lot.

I grabbed his hand, and ran towards the side of the school’s main building. No one seemed to be around here, so it was a safe place. “Anyone around, puppy boy?”

He looked around, and I noticed he seemed to be pointing his ears as he moved his head to face other parts of the building. “Nope, we’re safe here” but before I could do anything, he was the one who kissed me.

I kissed him back, happy to give him the ‘good luck kiss’ he wanted. He pulled away quickly, probably to avoid drawing attention.

“Thanks, bruh. I’ll do my best to win that game for you, don’t wanna disappoint the love of my life while you’re watching me out there” He said, blushing a bit and looking away nervously. He seemed really worried about this.

I caressed his face, then quickly reminded myself that we’re on public and then patted his shoulder. He seemed confused about this, but I decided to speak before things got more confuse.

“You should go to the locker room too. The rivals just arrived so it’s only a matter of time until the game begins”

Dave seemed a bit disappointed, but agreed with me “Yeah… I was just making time to be around you a bit more. You’re just so handsome that I couldn’t resist, bruh” He said, before looking at the field’s direction.

“It’s okay, I know you’ll do great, big alpha guy” I gave him another pat “C’mon, it’s going to start in any moment and you still don’t have your uniform on”

He nodded, before giving me a quick smooch on the cheek. “Gonna need more luck, but I’m not going to disappoint you, bro!” Then he ran off to the locker room.

I walked back to the front of the school, and noticed Sam standing near the entrance. I walked over to him, wondering if the president had a special seat or something at the bleachers.

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The game was over, and as I suspected, we won.

The rival team played fair, I guess. I don’t really know how football works, but the local team didn’t seem too mad while they played.

Dave was as amazing as I’ve seen during the practice after we’ve first met. And being in the bleachers, barking like a crazy dog each time our team did something great felt pretty awesome. Again, I couldn’t tell when that happened so Dick had to give me a Football 101 class as the match played out.

He also noted how good my puppy boy was at the game, moving with perfect agility and trying to synchronize himself with his teammates capabilities, rather than them being able to catch up with him. “I really don’t like your friend, but hell if he’s a great player. Looks like the Messi of American football, just dumber and not really likeable”

“He’s been trying to be nicer lately. It was nice when… you know, I stopped being afraid of him. Not being worried about having your head slammed to a table is nice” I said, trying to ease him into the thought of me dating Dave. If that ever happened to come up at the chat.

“I know you and ‘im have been… closer lately. I’m not going to give ya the usual shit of ‘be careful’ and bla bla bla. Just be honest, is somethin’ happenin’ between you two?” Dick looked at me, not with a worried face but more like a curious stare. Like he was trying to figure out what was on my mind.

I nodded slowly as we both got up from our seats and started walking out of the field. “Don’t tell anybody, alright?”

He made a movement like he was zipping his mouth, and said “Your secret is safe, lil’ bruh. He’s your first… thing, right?” I nodded again “Then hell, just enjoy and have a great time. Don’t worry about other fuckers meddling in if he really chose you to explore his sexuality or whatever”

It was nice to hear that from a friend. Although he did sound sort of dismissive, and he disappeared into the crowd before I could answer. That was great though, because I had the intention of going to congratulate my boyfriend.

The football team was still on the field, doing victory dances while the more mature guys chatted with the rival team, saying stuff like ‘It was a good game, you guys rocked out here’, trying to be nice winners.

I honestly preferred Dave’s approach to winning, he was howling to the sky a lot and yelling “HELL YEAH! WE WOOOOOOOON!” but it was probably because I knew that howling was a natural thing for him. The rival team just stared at him with hatred in their eyes, while trying to stablish a chat with the members of the local team that were actually interested in not winning but having fun.

It was clear that Dave never got that lesson from Disney during his childhood.

I waited for him and the team to leave the field, hoping I could catch him before heading home, but he suddenly started sniffing the air and looked in my direction.

I blushed, and remained there. He gave me a wink before making a showing me the palm of his hand, probably telling me to stop here and wait for him.

A few minutes later, the jocks from both teams left the field. The local team went back to the locker room to get changed and shower, while the rival team went to their bus, back to their own town.

Dave approached me before heading to the locker room and quickly said “Did you watch the game, bro? How was I?!”

He probably still had a lot of adrenaline, but he did play amazingly. “Very great job out there, big guy!” I answered him, after checking out we were effectively alone. There were a few parents about to leave the scene so it was me and him all by ourselves.

He seemed proud of my answer, and held his chest out. “Hey, my team wants to go celebrate to a dinner and eat a lot of burgers but…” He placed his big hand on my cheek, softly moving his thumb around. “I’d really rather celebrate just with you, my love”

I smiled “Sure. I actually have an idea for a reward. I didn’t want to say it before, to avoid making you… you know, play harsher with your powers, hah. But why don’t we go to my room again? I think you’ll really like this idea” I whispered, just in case anyone was near enough to hear us.

Dave’s eyes showed more excitement than before, and he nodded frantically. “Give me a few minutes! Gotta return the school’s armor before heading out and I’ll drive us there!”

He waited for me to nod, before running away at an impressive speed. As I said, I waited for him and he came back with his gym bag and his varsity jacket, ready to go.

It looked like the puppy boy wanted to lift me up and run at all speed towards my house, but he tried to contain himself pretty well.

This was going to be amazing.

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Back at my place, I knew mom would be out for at least one or two hours more.

Dave seemed like a beast doing the best he could to contain himself. He anxiously tapped the car’s wheel every time we reached a traffic light, and he ran out of the car and locked it with his key as soon as I stepped out.

He could perfectly grab me, break my house’s door with a kick, then do a long shot with me to upstairs just so save up more time, but I don’t think the big guy would do that because I could end up hurt.

Once in my room, he almost ripped off all of his clothing. Luckily, almost. I was impressed by this energy boost he was having, even more since we were about to… do the dirty a few days ago, and he didn’t seem nearly as excited as he was now.

Probably because he had an awful day back then? Today must have been a rush because of the football game. Classes were pretty vague already with most of the professors rambling and letting us free class time to do other works or just chill out before the game.

“Ready for action, bro!” He said, striking a pose in all his naked glory. His hard cock was twitching and leaking a bit of pre already.

I took my time and fully undressed in front of him. He followed every movement I did with cautious precision, like a predator looking over for his prey. If he was in werewolf form at the moment, I bet he would stick his tongue out at every moment.

I walked towards him, only separated by a few inches. He leaned in and kissed me in a sort of nice way, as he always did. A few times, he would break the kiss and breath quite heavily. “Uh… I’m really horny now, bro… Do you… do you really want it? I’m not going to force you to—“

“Yeah,” I interrupted him before he started with the usual ‘You’re the boss here’ speech. “Yeah, let’s get on with this”

He nodded, and lifted me up from the floor. The horny werewolf walked over to my bed and gently left me on top of it, facing my mattress. “Never rimmed a guy before” He said, chuckling nervously “Can’t be too different from a chick’s ass”

I let out a little sigh, trying to relax myself, as Dave pushed my butt cheeks and started licking my hole.

It felt weird.

I mean, it felt kind of good, I guess? But also knowing that his tongue was doing that… I think I would have preferred if he just spat on his hand and inserted his fingers, like I saw on some videos. Too late to back out now, right?

Dave was the expert on sex so… he knows how to make it hurt less, I assume.

After a few minutes doing that, the jock got up and walked towards his gym bag. I moved to look at him, and noticed he took out a condom from one of the bag’s pockets. “You always carry condoms around?” I asked, honestly curious.

The werewolf shrugged “I’m always up for having sex, have that in mind” He replied, with a wink.

‘I’ll do, don’t worry’ I thought, as he ripped the condom’s envelope and placed the thing around his cock.

“Now, the important part…” He started in a really serious voice, getting in position behind me. I could feel him aligning his cock to have a clear entrance to my ass “If it hurts, or you’d like to make any request, don’t hold back. I want you to enjoy this as much as I will, and you’re my priority, bro”

Dave leaned in to kiss my back, then went up and kissed my neck softly. “Understood?” He finished, as I felt his cock pressing against my hole.

“Y-Yes, let’s do this already” I answered.

He chuckled, and kept giving me little kisses, probably to distract me. His cock was already sliding in. “God, you’re so tight…” He whispered near my ear “I love it…”.

I won’t lie, it felt good so far. Barely any pain at— OH, SON OF A BITCH!         

‘It’s okay! I can handle it! It just hurts at the beginning!’ I told myself, as Dave finished going all the way in, and started thrusting in and out quite slowly at first.

The pain diminished little by little as he kept fucking my ass. I was worried his cock might be too big for my virgin ass, but it was good so far. I barely felt any pleasure though, it was just like a very weird thing.

And then, Dave touched the sacred spot. I let out a moan, and Dave said “Huh, good to know that”, probably referring that he just found my prostate. After that, it felt like heaven. The werewolf’s movements were perfect, and even if he barely moaned now, I could tell he was enjoying it.

I was tempted to order him to turn into a werewolf, but if his dick grew inside of me like it did when he transformed, I would probably be in a lot more pain that I was a few moments ago. And the condom would probably break too.

After a few more minutes of Dave fucking me, he pulled his cock out. Then, he turned me around with his impressive strength, and lifted me by the butt. I surrounded him with my legs, as he positioned me again on top of his cock and slowly made me go downwards on it.

Now we were facing each other as he fucked me, and we took the chance to make out, only interrupted by our moans from time to time.

This was amazing, he was amazing, everything was amazing.

“I could last all night if you wanted me to, bro…” He whispered, in between pants. Now that he mentioned it, I could feel myself getting closer to blowing a load. “Just tell me when you want me to cum, a’ight?”

I nodded, and he kept making me go up and down on his cock. The pain was long forgotten by now, and I felt it sliding perfectly in my hole.

Then, I came on top of him, as he sat down on my bed still holding on to me.

I was extremely disappointed by how quickly I came, but Dave’s cock still felt good inside of me. But…

“Cum” I told him, and he didn’t waste a second. His eyes unfocused for a bit, as his cock exploded inside of my ass. Afterwards, we both fell on my bed, facing each other.

His cock was still inside of me, and I was sure he would get hard again if I ordered it.

But my first time had been amazing so far, so maybe this was enough for today?

Dave smiled at me, leaning in to give me a kiss. I kissed him back, wondering how could I live so far without this beefcake around. Everything was so different unlike two weeks ago, where I would look forward to senior year ending so I could stop hiding from the mean big jocks.

“I love you…” Dave whispered after the kiss was over, looking at me with adoration in his eyes. “I hope I did good during your first time”

And now, I didn’t want it to end at all. Everything was so perfect right now.

“It was, puppy boy. Thanks for it… and I love you too” I managed to say, glad that my stutter didn’t ruin the moment. And glad that I had a werewolf soulmate.

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[unfortunatelysirius]

WHEN YOUR HEART STOPS BEATING // DARYL DIXON X READER

「 ❁ 」PROMPT 「 ❁ 」

After walkers infiltrate the prison, you are boxed in and lost. It’s up to Daryl Dixon to find you.

「 ❁ 」WARNINGS 「 ❁ 」

Fluff, violence, gore, angst, panic attack, and swearing

「 ❁ 」WORD COUNT 「 ❁ 」

3560

 YOUR NEW HOME WAS MORE THAN it seemed.

For one, it didn’t just house the decaying, shambling corpses of former guards and the hostiles they were payed to watch; there was a group of flesh-and-blood prisoners, wearing their jumpsuits from the end of the world, who popped up, seemingly from nowhere, after Rick was forced to amputate the leg off your group’s eldest member. And for two, walkers materialized at every turn, whether you were alone or not. There were many things about the compound that screamed unease to you.

Why were there civilian corpses? And why was it the prison stayed quiet, yet grew to a crescendo of snarling anytime the tunnels became occupied?

You could admit it—you were never tasked to be the critical thinker, the one who took surface level and dug inside to find the under-level layers. But you were the strategic one; if the group needed a quick thinker, someone who could make plans swiftly and efficiently, they turned to you. Escape artistry was one of your talents at the end of the world, trickling over from your former life as a patient at a psychiatric hospital. You liked to run and hide.

That didn’t change with the abrupt appearance of an apocalypse.

Even now, behind closed doors—safely enclosed in walls—you couldn’t help the sneaking suspicion it wouldn’t last. When the prisoners had shuffled into Cell Block C, you’d looked them up and down. Big Tiny, Oscar, and Axel seemed okay, probably jailed for misdemeanors and drugs, but Tomas… and Andrew… Andrew could be helped—he was obviously more a follower than someone to take initiative—but Tomas? The controlling gleam in that man’s eyes reminded you of someone knew from before the outbreak—someone you could never stop running from, even in your dreams.

“I don’t think he should be let around anybody,” you’d told Rick, after you’d gotten far enough way that the prisoners wouldn’t overhear. The uneasy clenching in your gut wouldn’t subside, no matter the internal whispers of Rick and Daryl will keep us safe and We’re okay and Everything’s going to be alright. “I think he was in here for murder.”

Rick patted your shoulder, gave you that paternal look he saved for when he was a moment away from patronizing someone, and said, “I’ll keep an eye on him.”

You knew what that really meant. But Rick made the rules. Even if you wanted to, arguing would get you nowhere.

A part of you thought it was funny, how scared you were. How cowardly. It’s the former patient in you. The paranoia. You’re scared everywhere you go. It was nothing short of the truth, though you’d like to pretend you were better now. Once upon a time, everything was a monster. Everything was out to get you. And now, at the end of the world, your worst nightmare became a reality: a town of demons, with nowhere to go, and no hero to save the day. No safety belts. All dust, no oasis.

You supposed it was relieving, in a way. You weren’t being paranoid now; you were taking precautions, being precautious, to keep not just yourself safe but an entire group of people. There was a pregnant woman in the group—a preteen, a teenager. An aging man still recovering from the bite. Very few in the group actually held necessary skillsets to protect the rest.

Though you could handle a gun, your only real asset was your speed. And even then, a person could only run so far before the monsters were there to catch their fall.

When Big Tiny was scratched, you watched your demons come to life. Between bickers of I’m sorry and It’s the end of the road for ya, buddy, Tomas had stormed past and sunk the killer end of his hammer into Big Tiny’s head. He threw and threw, sickening crunches heard throughout the sick, homicidal procedure, until Big Tiny’s face was nothing but mush and brain bits. Tomas turned, and your eyes met. With a face covered in blood, his hazel-brown eyes gleamed with madness.

Daryl had pulled at your arm, then, tugging until you were behind him. “Stay behind me. Don’t go near him,” he’d muttered to you. To Rick, he said, “You see the look on his face?”

Rick didn’t even look at Daryl. He instead was looking right at you. “I think you were right, Y/N,” he said, just as quiet; “He’s dangerous.”

You wished you were wrong. You wished for these worries to be nothing but irrational, proven as subsets of your paranoia; instead, you had to watch Tomas attempt Rick’s murder, thrice occasions. First, he disregarded a direct order—instead of opening one door, he opened two. Second, he stabbed at an imaginary opponent, missing Rick by very little. Third, he took a walker, and tossed it to Rick’s body. A second longer, and no Daryl Dixon to come to his aid, and he would have been dead.

Silence followed.

Shit happens. Shit happens. Shit happens.

He was comin’ at me, bro!

Bang, bang. A slash from Rick’s machete, and Tomas was dead.

You remembered a past conversation, as you watched Tomas’s eyes go dull with lifelessness. One from before. “You’re gonna have to get used to the scary, Y/N. Or the scary’s gonna eat you alive.” You’d shaken your head, in denial. You didn’t want to get used to the scary. “You’ll be saying that, sweetheart. You’ll be saying that when you drown.”

Everything went in slow motion, after that. Andrew was horrified—rightfully so; after all, he’d just witnessed his leader’s death—and had attacked your leader with a bat. Rick reacted fast, kicking at him, while Daryl raised his crossbow. Andrew ran out of the room, and Rick followed; Oscar and Axel were down on their knees, already surrendering.

Daryl had his crossbow leveled between them. T-Dog had his gun raised. You were merely standing there, still trying to process what just happened.

Maybe if you blinked, the scenery would change. The prisoners wouldn’t exist, and you wouldn’t see a dead body (of someone who had looked at you, spoken to you) slumped against the ground. Daryl and T-Dog wouldn’t be pointing weapons at strangers. If this were a perfect world, there’d be no corpses, no violence; just warmth, and safety. Surrounded by family.

Rick came back. Then it was three against two, and the groups were unevenly matched; no weapons, just surrendered defenses, for the prisoners, while your three—the men of your group, sans Glenn—were well-armed, looking down the barrels.

They seemed like good guys. You knew people like them, from before. People who were honest creatures—who had done stupid things, sometimes unforgivable things, but redeemed themselves day-by-day, piece-by-piece. You watched the demeanors of the prisoners, one standing tall while the other was fidgety with nerves, and concluded: they’re good people.

“Rick,” you said quietly. You felt your stomach drop when Rick broke his stare-down, his attention turning towards you. He looks so scary when he’s mad, like a ticking time bomb. “I don’t… I don’t think they’re like Tomas.”

Rick exchanged a glance with Daryl, then T-Dog. They were all giving you the same look—one of doubt, and sympathy. They remembered the stories you told of your life before. They knew why you were nervous and soft-spoken. And a subconscious part of them wondered if it was really wise to trust a former psychiatric patient.

“We’re just taking precautions,” Rick told you.

“But—what if they’re good guys?” You looked at him pleadingly. You didn’t want to play a part in an innocent man’s condemnation. And not one, but two trials were at play. “They could help us clear the prison.”

“Y/N, please.” Rick shook his head, looking tired. You wondered how he could look so unaffected, when moments ago he was hammering the life out of a man made of blood and bone. Was it the cop in him? Or did part of his humanity leave when he murdered his best friend? “Think of Lori. Carl. They could get hurt if we put trust in the wrong people.”

They could get hurt if we put trust in the wrong people. Where had you heard those words before? You were sure they sounded familiar. “I know, but…” You bit your lip. “You’re not going to kill them, are you?”

Rick was serious when he said, “Not unless they try something.”

You were relieved. Not unless they try something. You could trust his word. He wouldn’t go back on it. He wouldn’t hurt an innocent man. He only killed the monsters—like Tomas. Like Shane.

Not unless they try something.

Not unless they try something.

Right?

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         You supposed it was only time before your utopia would break into calamity. You only wished it hadn’t been at the sake of walkers.

Tranquility was hard to find, especially in times like this. You’d thought the prison would be a haven in a world without civilization—looked to it as a beacon, after the initial suspicion wore off—but now—as you watched Rick scream for his wife and child, as those outside in the field broke into sprints for the courtyard, as Daryl yelled for you… You couldn’t move. You were paralyzed to your spot.

If you could trade places, you’d rather be back in time, watching Rick’s machete slice through Tomas’s cranium on an endless time-loop. At least then, you’d been safe. A bystander. Not being crowded in on by mindless, flesh-eating beasts; not watching as the people in the courtyard scattered, little Carl shooting at corpses as they snarled and reached out hungrily. Beth and Hershel closed themselves in at a gate. Maggie was leading Carl and Lori through a door. T-Dog was bitten.

Just as a walker’s hand gripped your shirt, your fight-or-flee instinct kicked in. Flinging yourself away from the danger, you did what you did best.

You ran.

You ran, and ran, and ran, and ran. You took the door you’d seen T-Dog and Carol go through, feeling a sob scratch at your throat when you heard the snarls, the growls, felt the intensity of hunger in the air. You slammed the door behind you—only to realize the entire corridor was full of echoing screams.

The scary’s gonna get ya.

The scary’s gonna get ya.

The scary’s gonna get ya.

You only had a knife. No gun, no armor, no inhaler, no nothing. Just a knife—and a broken, senseless mind.

A bitter resentment welled inside you, like a fledging parasite, as you pat and circled hands all around your body. Shame on you, Y/N, the voice in your head taunted; Now you’re going to die! Death did not scare you, not really—what really scared you was dying alone. Dying painfully, slowly. Being taken by your monsters rather than on your own grounds. Ever since you saw Dale with his stomach torn open, you had sleeping patterns plagued by you being teared at and eaten alive.

Were your nightmares about to come alive?

Walkers banged and shrieked against the door, obviously angered by their separation from their next meal. You whispered to yourself, “They can’t get you. You’re not going to die…”

Taking out the knife from your sheath, you began to run again, paying no attention to the muffled gunshots and yelling from behind the door—

The prison corridors were like a labyrinth. Every which way you went, it came up feeling like a dead end. There were corpses littering the floors, and blood splatters on the walls, beneath your shoes; you slowed your running to a hasty jog after slamming into a wall from slipping. Your mind was haywire with anxieties, going rampant with visuals of your friends being torn apart and left to die slow. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t pay any attention, stumbling like a walker would; what if your worries were true?

T-Dog was bitten. What if he was already dead, before you had any real chance to say goodbye?

As you got to the end of the next corridor, you heard something. It sounded like… chewing. Walker snarls mixed in with chewing.

You slowly peered out from the corner, and what you saw made your heart leap into your throat…

The walkers were leaning over something, pulling out innards and wolfing down blood and intestinal matter.

“Oh, my God,” you said, horrified. The only two people to have went down this hallway were… “T-..T...”

One walker slowly turned in your direction. Flesh was hanging down from its teeth. As it caught your eye, it snarled.

You couldn’t go back. Walkers were at the door, just waiting to devour you alive. Holding your knife tight, aim unsteady and shaky… you slowly began your approach. One walker stayed over T-Dog’s body, continuing to eat what lay in front of it, while this one—it saw its opportunity for live, fresh meat, and was going to take it.

Ignoring the ball of nerves suffocating you from the inside out, you raised your knife—and got knocked into the wall just as you hit your target.

Your knife was sticking out of its head. You could have taken the few seconds needed to extract it—you had some time before the walker’s comrade would notice your existence—but... but you couldn’t breathe.

You held a hand to your throat. You felt the vein beneath your finger, but it did nothing to calm you. Your stomach was coiled, limbs stiff. As you stumbled forward, terror-filled eyes intent on the door beside T’s half-eaten corpse, you felt something snap. Your body became flightless, bounded, and you fell to a knee.

That’s when the feelings intensified. That’s when you could no longer swallow, or breathe, and all that was real was the choking sensation in your throat.

Not here, not now. You were trembling, so intensely afraid that all you could think were those four words; not here, not now. Over and over again. Not here, not now. Not here, not now. A monster was mere feet away from you, and you were here, frozen in place, back turned to an opening that could easily house more monsters. The monster in front of you was occupied, but that didn’t change the scary reality that you were slowly drowning. That after it finished eating, it’d move onto you.

The scary’s gonna get ya someday. And that day’s today, sweetheart.

Even while kneeled, you were dizzy. There was an aching in you that would not go away, no matter how hard you tried to get rid of it. Your chest hurt, your stomach hurt, your legs hurt, all to a point your nerves were shutting down and a tingling pressure was spreading across your skin. Numb. You were going numb. You remembered your nightmares, in that point, as you fought to breathe.

Running so fast, your legs caught, and you tripped. Screaming so loud your larynx was ripped and shredded. Fumbling for an imaginary weapon as the monsters caught up to you and took turns picking away skin. Pleading for an invisible god to save you from your fate, his laugh echoing all around you.

There were footsteps. From in front of you, the walker had gotten bored of the dead, tainted meat, and was standing. It stared at you with glistening, faded eyes, watching you intently. Was it mad that you had killed its brother? No, no, that couldn’t be right; walkers had no sense of loyalty. They didn’t care, not in the way that humans did. It growled when you made eye contact, and it stumbled into the wall on its path to you.

You clenched your eyes shut, shaking. So choked and scared you couldn’t even find it in you to cry.

This was it. You were going to die.

Alone. Slowly. Painfully. Just like you feared. Just like they had all warned you, years and years ago.

Right as the walker got so close you could taste its rancid odor, you heard a shot. A gunshot. The garbling stopped, as did the loud,  over-theatrical footsteps; but there were secondary sounds, ones your cotton-stuffed ears couldn’t comprehend. Voices. Purposeful footsteps. All accompanying the shrill buzzer as it rang, with no intention of faltering.

Through the fog of your panic, you could not piece whichever direction the voices came, whether they were familiar, or if you were truly saved from danger. The anxiety that swelled in your chest made sure of your uselessness, and you could do nothing except sit there, shaking, like lamb being led to the slaughter.

Your eyes fluttered opened. The choking sensation was still there, and the full extent of your senses still hadn’t returned, but you had enough energy to see. The world around you was blurry, almost completely black. Your eyes locked on the hungry walker that was rushing towards you moments before, and now, it was dead. Its gaze was dead. Its arms were immobile. And it couldn’t hurt you.

It can’t hurt you. It can’t hurt you. You’re okay, Y/N.

You’re safe.

Your bottom lip quivered, mouth opening soundlessly. Words were lost. Who was behind you? A presence was to the right of you. Your nerves were severed—all feeling lost in a whole other realm of consciousness—to the point where you didn’t realize someone was touching you. Someone was talking to you.

Trying to make you feel safe.

You glanced down at your crumbled form. There was a hand on your leg, too large and coiled with muscle to be a woman’s. You wondered if it was Daryl. You wanted it to be Daryl. You wished he would just take you into his arms, broken mind and all.

“Y/N.” That’s what he was saying. You were watching his lips, your vision the only sense that could still function, albeit in a dysfunctional way. “Watch my lips. Watch me.” He was trying to calm you down. Those were his special words. “Count.” He always needed to remind you. Whenever you talked about your previous doctors and all the coping mechanisms you had shoved down your throat, he actually listened. He always chose the ones that worked best for you. Counting and breathing.

You counted. You ignored your surroundings—ignored Daryl—and counted.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

Daryl was still there when you finished. He watched with concerned eyes as you took long, uneven breaths, eyelids fluttering open then closed. Over and over again.

“You alright?” he said hesitantly. It wasn’t a question. He knew you weren’t alright.

He just wanted you to speak. Instead of sitting there, like a broken doll, your pieces spilled out across the linoleum aisle. It was an affirmation that you would be alright.

I’m not insane.

“I will be,” you told him.

As your senses rushed to you, you realized that the two of you weren’t alone. Daryl seemed to have the same realization. He looked to his two companions—Rick and Oscar—and jerked his head. As though he were saying, We’ll be alright. Go on ahead. Rick nodded, his eyes reading paternal concern as he glanced at you, before the two of them went rushing through the door. The door Carol left.

“Daryl…” A sob clumped in your throat. You forcibly swallowed it down. “I... I…” You couldn’t get the words out.

Daryl seemed to know what you were trying to say. His gaze hardened, and he pulled you into his arms. His greasy head nuzzled against you, and his arms roped around you like a lasso, caging you in completely. He muttered against the skin of your neck, “It’s gonna be a’ight, Y/N.” He pressed a kiss there. It was something he took up doing to you all throughout winter, when your panic attacks came swiftly and violently, never in serene circumstances.

“They killed him, Daryl,” you cried. “I don’t—”

“You don’t have to,” he said, cutting you off.

“But I do.” You slowly put your arms around Daryl, fully returning the embrace. “Or I… I’ll get killed.”

“I’ll protect ya.” Daryl’s voice was firm, and held no room for argument. “You won’t get hurt under my watch, darlin’. I promise.”

I promise.

I promise.

You squeezed your eyes shut, arms growing tighter around Daryl’s neck. “You don’t know that, Daryl,” you told him hoarsely. “You… you can’t be there all the time.”

The scary doesn’t wait, you told yourself, when the voice in your head protested against the pessimism. It’ll catch up with me.

Daryl pulled back. When you didn’t meet his gaze, he took your chin, tipping it upward. You stared into his cerulean eyes, held captive by the ferocity you saw inside. “I will,” he snapped. When he saw the doubt in your eyes, his gaze only sharpened; “You’ll be safe. I don’t care what it takes, Y/N. I’ll keep ya safe.”

He sounded so sure. Who were you but to believe him?

Against the shrill sound of the prison alarm, you laid your head on Daryl’s chest.

But against the other voices, as they cried for you to be realistic, you sagged in relief.

[camillemontespan]

the boy who waited patiently [a lily fic] [final part: let’s talk about sex, baby]

Part Two if you want to catch up

Warnings: Talk about sex (obvious from the title tbh)

Thank you to everyone who read and liked this! Special thanks to @sirbeepsalot for making this edit which inspired me to write this short fic. This isn’t the last we’ll hear of Lily and Milo, I promise :)

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Milo looked back at Lily's closed bedroom door helplessly before Drake beckoned him to follow him downstairs. Olivia came up the stairs to see what was going on with Lily. She nodded to Drake as she passed and mouthed, 'Good luck,' to Milo.

Drake and Milo walked in tense silence until they reached the living room where Leo and Maxwell were sat on the sofa with a bottle of whiskey and four glasses, anticipating that hard alcohol was needed for this situation.

Milo sat beside Leo and Maxwell on the sofa while Drake took his leather armchair. Leo poured the whiskey and handed Milo a glass. Milo took it gingerly. He didn't like whiskey but he didn't want to anger Drake further by declining.

'So..' Drake began. 'What happened exactly?'

Milo turned red and kept his eye fixed on his whiskey glass as he spoke. 'Lily was getting pressured by Harper to lose her virginity. Lily had had a few drinks and she wanted me to do it with her but I said no so she got angry and now she won't speak to me. I'm sorry Sir Walker.'

Leo took a deep gulp of whiskey, his eyes looking over the rim of the glass to gauge Drake's reaction. Drake's face was unreadable as he stared at Milo.

'Why did you say no?' he asked.

Milo's eyes widened. 'Um.. Well, I want Lily to decide for herself when she wants to do it. I want it to be special.'

Maxwell smiled softly at this.

Drake took a sip of whiskey. This was uncharted territory for him and the way he dealt with this was going to define who he was a parent from now on. He knew Lily's happiness depended on his reaction.

He leaned forward so he was inches away from Milo. 

‘You’re a good kid,’ he told him. ‘You really are.’

Milo let out a breath, as did the others. Drake stared at them, his hands spread wide in surprise. ‘What? Did you think I was going to shout at you for being respectful of my girl?’

Leo chuckled. Milo turned red and a smile tugged on his mouth. ‘I did, sir,’ he said quietly. ‘Because I made her cry.’

‘She’s been drinking and she is an emotional person,’ Drake said. ‘She’s got my temper and her mom’s feelings, which is a lethal mix.’ He placed his hand on Milo’s shoulder. ‘She’ll forgive you. If anything, she’ll probably say sorry herself, she’s the one who went mad at you.’

Maxwell sighed. 'Mini Blossom is a feisty one.'

Milo laughed and sipped his whiskey. Drake saw him force it down. ‘Do you want a soft drink?’ he asked, an amused expression on his face. 

Milo blushed. ‘Yes, please.’

           **************************************************************************

Lily’s face was planted in her pillow and her body was shaking uncontrollably as she cried. Camille sat on the bed and wrapped her arms around her daughter. ‘Baby? Baby, what happened?’

What she heard was muffled screaming.

Camille sighed. ‘Lily, if you want to talk to me, you need to sit up..’

Olivia was sat on Lily’s desk chair with a glass of red wine in her hand. ‘Lily, babe,’ she said bluntly, ‘sit up and tell us what happened. Breathe.’

Lily dragged herself up and sat against her pillow. Her eye makeup was streaked and her hair was mussed up. ‘Milo wouldn’t have sex with meeee....’ she wailed, hiccuping as she cried. 

‘Well, he’s either gay or stupid,’ Olivia said, about to launch into a speech about how useless men were until she saw Camille giving her a look that could break glass. 

‘Lily, have you had.. sex before?’ Camille asked delicately. This was fine. She was a cool mom. She was not internally panicking that her daughter had lost her V card in her ex boyfriend’s car. She was a cool mom. Be cool. 

‘N-No!’ Lily cried, clutching her teddy bear. ‘But I really really want to! Harper’s done it and she said it was the best night of her life!’

Olivia and Camille exchanged knowing looks. 

‘Camille, when you lost your virginity, was it the best night of your life?’ Olivia asked dryly, sipping her wine. 

Camille’s eyebrows furrowed and she raised a finger to her mouth, pretending to think. ‘Hmm.. actually no. It was awful.’

Lily stared at Camille, her hysteria now gone, replaced by complete revulsion. ‘Mom.. I really don’t want to know about your sex life.’

‘How was it awful, Camille?’ Olivia asked, her voice like a drone, ignoring Lily. 

‘For one thing, it hurt,’ Camille said, matter of factly, ‘it lasted two minutes and it was incredibly awkward.’

‘Who did you lose it to?’ Olivia asked.

‘My first boyfriend, James.’ 

‘Was he a babe?’ 

Camille laughed. ‘Oh my god, yeah! He’s a lawyer now.’

‘Well, you’re a Duchess so I think you’ve won!’ Olivia joked, drinking more wine. Lily looked less disgusted now and more.. just curious. She pulled her duvet up to her chest and snuggled in, listening to her mother and aunt.

‘How did you lose it?’ Camille asked. 

Olivia let out a cackle. ‘I lost it in the stable to the stable boy, Logan.’ 

‘WHAT?!’ Camille and Lily both shrieked.

Olivia rolled her eyes. ‘Please. It was so shit.’

‘In a stable!’ Camille cried. ‘How did that happen?’

‘I had really liked him,’ Olivia told them, lowering her voice. ‘Oh my God, I dreamt about him all the time. He was really tall and broad, he had this hulking body, right? He was only seventeen but he had grown into his body quickly. Anyway, we sneaked a bottle of whiskey one night and we ended up doing it in the hay.’

‘How was that shit?’ Lily suddenly asked. ‘That sounds hot!’

‘Did you not hear me? In the hay!’ Olivia repeated. ‘It was so uncomfortable! It stank! Plus, Logan had no idea what he was doing! Then afterwards, he wanted to cuddle... sickening..’ 

Camille sniggered. ‘Of course he did.’

Olivia settled her ice blue eyes on Lily seriously. ‘Basically, babe.. first times are rarely the best night of your life. I promise you.’

Lily bit her lip. ‘But Harper said-’

‘Harper is talking shit,’ Camille and Olivia both said at the same time.

Lily’s eyes widened as she looked from Camille to Olivia. ‘But-’

‘Shit!’ they repeated loudly. 

‘Have we got more wine?’ Olivia asked flippantly. Camille nodded. ‘In the kitchen. Bring me one, will you?’

She spotted her daughter’s hopeful face. ‘And a big pint of water for Lily.’

Lily pouted but smiled when Camille planted a big kiss on her forehead.

      *************************************************************************

Olivia strutted into the living room on her way to get wine. Leo gave her a wave and beckoned her over to kiss him. Drake and Milo were talking nicely, all awkwardness gone.

‘How’s Lily?’ Drake asked. 

‘She’s calmed down,’ Olivia told him, noting the relief on Milo’s face. ‘We told her about our shit sex stories.’

‘Our sex isn’t shit!’ Leo protested, looking genuinely offended. 

‘I meant our first times...’ 

‘Ahh.. well, my first time was epic!’ Leo said, grinning broadly. 

‘Really?’ Milo asked, a worried expression knitting on his face. 

‘Okay, maybe not epic..’ Leo corrected himself. ‘I was fifteen-’

‘Jesus, you were young!’ Drake interrupted. 

Leo shrugged. ‘Yeah, I was. At the time, I thought it was epic because hey, vagina. But looking back.. now I think about it..’ his voice trailed off and he looked a little lost. ‘It was crap.’

Olivia sniggered and went to the kitchen to find wine. Milo was listening intently as Leo began to worry. ‘I was so bad.. I thought I could pull all the moves and stunts, you know?’

‘Um.. what?’ Drake asked.

Leo made an obscene gesture with his fingers. ‘You know, like a Mortal Kombat move: FINISH HER!’ 

Milo grimaced and Drake groaned, disgusted at Leo. Leo sighed and took a gulp of whiskey. ‘How’d you lose it, Maxwell?'

Maxwell blushed. 'To my first girlfriend, Felicity. We knew each other from our creative writing seminar at university. She was so pretty..'

He looked wistful now, looking off into the distance. He sniffled.

Drake frowned. 'Dude... Are you crying?'

Maxwell rubbed his eyes. 'It was just such a beautiful experience..'

Drake, Leo and Milo stared at him unsure of what to do. Congratulate him? Hug him? Leo decided to change the subject.

'What about you, Walker? How'd you lose it?'

Drake chuckled.

‘Honestly? In my bedroom in the palace.’

‘Who was the lucky lady?’ Leo asked, raising an eyebrow. His eye was glinting. 

‘Remember when we had that Japanese diplomat and his daughter come visit?’

Leo’s eyes widened. ‘Oh my god, Itsumi?!’

‘Yeah, her! It was her.. how do you remember her name?’

‘She was good, wasn’t she?’ Leo replied, tossing back his whiskey. ‘So agile.’

Drake blinked. ‘Wait.. what?’

Leo’s body was shaking as he held in laughter. Drake let out a groan of despair. ‘You slept with her too?!’

Milo burst out laughing at this sudden turn of events. 

‘Oh god..’ Drake muttered. ‘I’ve slept with someone who’s also slept with Leo Rhys.. I should get checked.’

‘We’re Eskimo Brothers!’ Leo hollered, raising his glass in the air. ‘Bring it in, bro!’

       **************************************************************************

Milo stayed the night in one of the guest bedrooms. Camille brought him one of Drake’s pyjamas which were a bit too big on him but hey, they did the job. ‘Bathroom’s down the hall,’ she whispered to him. ‘Sleep well.’

He couldn’t sleep. He hated arguing with Lily. He wasn’t used to couple fights yet, so anytime they did fall out, he worried that she was going to break up with him. He tossed and turned but sleep wouldn’t come to him, regardless of how comfy the bed was. 

Sighing, he got up and padded downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water. Rubbing his hand through his long hair, he filled a glass and took a deep gulp.

‘Hey.’

Milo jumped and turned quickly to see Lily standing at the kitchen door. She was wearing a blue and white checked cami vest and short set with fluffy pink slipper boots on her feet. Her face was clean of makeup and her hair was tied up into a messy bun. She looked like an angel. 

‘Hey,’ he whispered, waving awkwardly. Why did I wave?

Lily smiled weakly and helped herself to a glass of water. She then jumped up onto the kitchen counter and looked at Milo steadily. On the counter, she was eye level with him. He loved her eyes. 

‘I’m really sorry I got mad at you,’ she murmured, gently touching his knee with her fluffy slipper boot. ‘I was drunk and emotional.. It was Harper’s fault, not yours. She made me feel bad.’

Milo stepped forward and took her hands in his. ‘You shouldn’t. Besides, Harper hasn’t had sex, she’s talking-’

‘Talking shit, I know,’ Lily smiled. 

‘So why listen to her?’ Milo asked. ‘You have sex when you want to. Do it on your own terms. Any guy who gets to do it with you will be goddamn lucky. But just make sure it’s what you want to do.’

Lily blushed and bit her lip. ‘I do. I want to. With you.’

Milo’s breath came out hitched. ‘You do? You weren’t saying that because you’d been drinking?’

Lily wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly. ‘I mean it,’ she said when she pulled away. ‘Even if it’s shit and awkward and embarrassing.. I want to do it with you. It’s an intimate thing, you know?'

Milo have her a warm smile and pulled her in for a hug. 'I know it won't be the best night of our lives,' Milo murmured in her ear, 'but we can still try to make it special. It's a big deal.'

Lily pulled away and raised an eyebrow. 'How special are we talking?'

He gently rubbed his thumb over her palm, a childhood habit he always did with her. 'I guess I've also been thinking about it but I didn't want to pressure you,' he admitted. 'I wanted you to decide on your own terms. Now you have. But since we're travelling around Europe, I wanted it to be a trip to remember. I mean we will obviously, it's Europe! But for other reasons too. Like us.'

Lily had a coy smile on her face now. 'What are you planning?'

Milo chuckled and his face blushed pink. 'I've booked us a hotel room in Paris. I've been saving up for a year and booked it for your birthday. So we get away from hostels for one night and just enjoy an amazing Paris hotel. I know you love Paris and I wanted it to be the best part.' His eyes widened in panic suddenly. 'I mean, I didn't book the room for sex reasons! I booked it because it has an amazing view of the Eiffel Tower and its got 24 hour room service which means you can have pancakes at any time of day and it has its own dressing room so you can have fun getting ready for dinner. Sex would be a bonus but no worries if you decide you don't want to because the room has a TV installed with Netflix- '

Lily placed her hand over his mouth to stop his blabbering. She giggled. 'That's really sweet, Milo. It sounds perfect.'

Milo smiled bashfully. 'I just want you to be happy. I want to make you happy.'

Lily grinned. 'You do make me happy. You’re my best friend. You’re my boyfriend.’ 

She gave a happy shrug. 

‘You’re Milo.’

[clementineviolet]

Here is my liveblogging from season 4, episode 3. Notice how it is all capslock at the end

MAJOR SPOILERS UNDERNEATH. MAJOR. SPOILERS. 

Bro Minnie is SO TALL

MINNIE TAPING UP TENNS BOOTS

Minnie is JEALOUS and ANGRY

Minnie is SO TALL

VIOLET IS DEFENDING US AGAINST MINNIE!!!!! TAKE THAT LOUD CLOUIS STANS!!!

Damn Minnie is on the dark side

Sophie is DEAD “a hero” gurl what

Minnie didn’t rat us out thank god

Vi defended Clem so god is real

MINNIE COME BAAACK

Violet we need to talk about that

AJ did the YOU KNOW I HAD TO DO IT TO EM POSE

Keep forgetting AJ got SHOT

AWWW TENN IS AJ’S FIRST REAL FRIEND I CRY “YOU DONT COUNT YOURE OLD”

JAMES NO BB WHY YOU HURT

AJ if you tell him that i wanna flip him i’ll kill you

I Love You James and I Trust You

I keep calling James “baby” he’s my platonic babe

James really collects walkers like regulars people collect rocks

James I....girl I’m gonna go along with what you say but this is interesting

I don’t wanna see it that way because I fuckin shot Lee so he wouldn’t turn

Yeah James that shit hurted but it’s ok baby

I don’t wanna say that James fucks walkers but (IM JOKING) (but am i really)

AJ shush we’re going along with him

“I’ll ALWAYS PROTECT YOU” BB AJ PLSSS

I love AJ he’s so cute

This is terrifying

Omfg the mask and the breathing i dislike

I love when they do first person camera it’s so much scarier

This is the creepiest shit i’ve seen on TWDG i don’t even know what to say

The music!! beautiful

What in the hell is going on do they LISTEN TO MUSIC THIS IS THE MOST TERRIFYING THING INDONT

WHAT

UHHHH

What’s funny is that this reminds me of the PAX footage where a zombie shoots Clem the middle finger do y’all remember that

I’m really not sure actually that shit was crazy BUT I KILLED LEE I DONT WANNA BELIEVE THAT

AJ stop hitting him with these personal questions

That was a crazy ass scene

James is Definitely one of the most unique characters in TWD franchise

RUBYYYYYY

HOOTENANNY

YOOOO ITS TIME FOR A PARTYYYYYY BRO CAN I DANCE WITH VIOLET PLs

Oh no we’re placing collectibles already not good

AJ this is the creepiest monologue

AJ baby you’re a good person

HEY AJ NO FORESHADOWING CLEM GETTING BIT SHUSH

TICKLES FOR MY BOY

Nevermind he wanna be serious

“IF I GET BIT YOU’LL...”

I’m torn because now it’s like... do i wanna put AJ through that like I did Clem? what if there is a bit of Clem in there? aughhhhh

NO AJ NO WHAT??? IM NOT BITING YOU NO

Fuck

If there’s an ending where AJ and Clem are walkers together... i’m fucking suing 

I don’t know what to do with AJ

VIOLET!!!!!!

YES LETS TALK

VIOLET IS ALWAYS ON OUR SIDE

We can save her don’t worry bout it

Violet ;____;

“I WONT LET HER TAKE YOU OR AJ OR ANYONE ELSE I CARE ABOUT”

Omg Violet talking about how much she cares for Louis i cry

Oh my god finally confirmation that Vi is like 1 cm taller than Clem if she stands up straight

We’ll GET THOSE BOYS

SHE MADE US A BUTTON IM SCREAMING THE HEADCNAONNFJDJSJDNNSBJDJDJSJJSJSJJDJDHJSHD

A STARS BUTTON OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GAY I SCREAM

VIOLET

WE AFE GONNA

WERE GONNA

WERENFNDNJZHDJD

DANCE!!!!!!!!!!! AHSHJSJZJDJDKDKJDKDKD

OH YM GOD

SO MANT HEADCANONS

COMING TRUE

THIS IS TRUE WLW CULTURE

TAKE HER HAND BITCH

OH MY FOD

OH MY GODJDJJDJSJDKDKDJDJDKJDKSKDKD

THE AMOUNT OF GIFS

I am

paaainf our

this is amazing

i scream

i love

my short girls who dance and exchange gay gifts

THE HUG BRUH I CANT

BRUV

KISS

KISS

KISS

violet doing the gay arm thing

AJ REALLY RUINED THE MOMENT FJDJDKDNDKKD

That scene made 20biteen

When can we tell AJ pls

Y’all know i’m boutta hit AJ with that

This is the cutest shit of all time

HUG HUG HUG BABY

So many hugs I’m dead

Let’s go have this damn hootenanny

VIOLET TEACHING AJ I SCREAM

We doin jazz baby

How has it already been like an hour and a half

Jesus Willg i don’t think we should do that but uhhh just make sure we don’t fuckin die

I swear to God willy if you get us killed

I’m ready for the most turnt party of all

time

ITS OK WILLY YOURE PROBABLY GONNA DIE BUT

YES AJ WITH THEM MOOOVES YES BITCH

ROSIESEEEE

TENN AND WILLY I CRY

Tenn i love you bb

Fuck You Raiders

Yeah we naming it

WILLY JR

That gay smile Clem shared with Vi i can’t

OMG YES LETS LEARN WHY THEHRE IN HERE

The amount of gay smiles

OMG RUBY I LOVE I THOUGHT THAT WAS MARLON

“THAT LITTLE MORHERFUCKER”

Of course that’s why Willy was sent here this little meme boy

I HAVW TO GIF THAT

No AJ no

TENN REALLY TOLD HIM FJDJSKJD

EVERHONES FACES I SCREAM

This turned emo can we go back to having fun and listening to country

34 DEAD KIDS JESUS

Louis i’m so sorry

No we gotta hear Violet

Only if you wanna love

Her dad was a drunk and her mom

worked 3 jobs, grandma shut down after grandpa died, this is emo, oh fuck this is turning dark, oh no violet that sucks so

much

Violet you were TRAUMATIZED

OH FUCK

11 YEARS OLD

I’m so sorry Violet i can’t

Do you wanna hear some of my baggage

That was such an amazing scene jesus, props to Gideon

OMG VIOLET HAS A PRETTY VOICE I SCREAAAAAAM

GAY SMILE

WOW DAMN THAT VOICE VIOLET!!!! GIRL OF MANY TALENTS

minnie and vi singing together that’s it

When. will we tell the group we together

AJ LETS CUDDLE BABY

tenn and willy i cry

thank you so much for that violet i’m

crying so beautiful

jesus we’re so damn emo

DREAM FUCK NOT READY

IM

NOT

EMKTIONALLY

OREPARED

oh my god the graphics look

amazing i’m

shook

she ALWAYS PICKS THE TRAIN

LEE BE MY MUFASA

“YOU KNOW I WAS MAKING IT ALL UP AS I WENT ALONG RIGHT” TRU THATS HOW I PLAYED HIM

Lee can you give me girl advice

YAAAAS LETS SAVE LOUIS

THE RANCH

A GIRL WHO LOVES YOU

GAY!!!! RIGHTS!!!!!

AJ is a small bb boy he loves to shoot ppl

Lee would be so fucking proud

HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG

OK YOU DIDNT HAVE TO DO THAT CLEM THRNJGINTO HER S4 SELF TO ME BRCH BYE

SHES SO MUCH TALLER NOW JESUS WOW SHE WENT FROM HALFWAY UP HIS CHEST TO HIS SHOULDER

Scissors be hard Lee

Bye Lee immcrying

HEY JAMES!!!!

JAMES IS SO SHY

TENN SHUT UP I CANNOT DO NOT SAY THAT

20!!!GAY!!!TEEN!!!

Oh no Vi is gonna tell Tenn about Minnie and Sophie huh

I’m worried about AJ too fuck

Tenn bb i’m so sorry

Of course I’ll tell her Tenn

Violet don’t save me I’ll be fine probably

hopefully

KISS

GAY LOOK OF LOVE

“GO LOOK IN ANOTHER DIRECTION” KDKDJDJJDKDKD AJ PLEASE IM TRYNA HAVE A MOMENT

This is not gonna go well. This episode has been too good

Oh no Clem has a bow not gonna be good for me later on

This is very creative gameplay

I’m failing so hard

OH GOD LUKE FLASHBACKS

I feel like i’m gonna throw up in so nervous

MINNIES CONCERN FOR TENN I CRY

TENN FORGIVES YOU

ooh girl the emotions

THANK YOU MINNIE

WHERE IS LOUIS

OH NO LOUIS WHAT HAPPENED

I’m sorry Louis GODDAMMIT

MINNIE FOR FUCKS SAKE

Oh for fucks sake

HUG!!!! IM SO SORRY LOUIS

Jesus christ man

THEY FUCKING CUT OUT HIS TONGUE??? WHAT THE FUCK

WHt THE

FUCK

WHY

MO

NOOOOOOOOOOO

this is the worst possible thing we’ll help you louis it’s ok

let the others GO GODSAMMIT YOU EVIL FUCKING BITCH

Larry was an abusive fucking asshole Lilly

Lilly what are you gonna fucking do is she gonna make me choose who to hurt or kill what the fuck what the fuck

Oh god is this about Sophie and Minnie what the fuck

This is amazing acting by Lilly’s VA

Sounds like slavery but ok

Oh my god MINNIE KILLED SOPHIE WHAT THE FUCK

I KNEW IT FUCK FUCK FUCK

WHAT IN THE FUUUUUUCK

VIOLET SHHHHHH

NO NO NO NO NO NO

DONT YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER

OH MY GOD

AJ IM SORRY BUT HOLY SHIT

A WHOLE ASS EAR

YOURE RIGHT AJ!!!! WE’RE GONNA KILL HER

OK AJ WAIT HOLD ON IM ANGRH BUT I REALIZS FHIS IS TOO MUCH ANGER AND HLOODLUST

LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE

NO NO NO NO

WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HIM

AT LEAST VIOLET HAS A HAND

MINNIE YOU FUCKING BITCH

MINNIE PLEASE IM TRYING TO REDEEM YOU SORRY GIRL

TOO CLOSS TO MY THROAT THANK YOU

OH FUCK VIOLET THANKS FOR THE SAVE WE ARE FONNA NEED SO MUCH THERAPY

RIP MINERVA???

VIOLET WHAT NO COME WITH ME

BYE AASIM THANK YOU SIR

If Violet gets caught in the explosion i am ducking suing for emotional and punitive damages

NO NO NO TENN NO

JAMES FUUUUUUCK NO

SAVE JAMES SAVE JAMES

“YOU DONT FUCKINF SCARE ME” YES JAMES

YES JAMES!! HIT HER WITH THAT CARLEY WISDOM

TENN OH FUCK

FUUUUUCK

SHOOT HER TENN

FUUUUCK

YES AJ BITE THAG BITCH

AJ GO FOR THE CHESTTTTTT

OH SHIT AJ

LILLY DONT YOU DARE MANIPULATE MY BOY

ohhhhh fuck this is a DIFFICULT DECISION

THIS IS TOO MUCH

BYE LILLY SHOOT AJ

THE BOMB

[ofstoriesandstardust]

Can I pls request an imagine with Alex standall for prompt 19. “I just need a hug.” :)

A/N: I can not tell you how unbelievably excited I was to see this in my inbox! Partially because the 13 Reasons Why fandom is slowly disappearing and I’m more than happy to try and bring a little bit more life back into the fandom and partially because I didn’t expect anybody to request from my prompt list! The requests I got have been overwhelming so give me your patience while I try to write all of these! (But don’t let that stop you from requesting; I just need time!!!) Also, I think this is the longest imagine I’ve ever written???

Word Count: 2,316

Warnings: Angsttttt (but happy ending-ish), Swearing (but honestly if you watch this show is that even a warning???), Death, Underage drinking,

Not Okay

Your longtime best friend Jeff stood in the doorway of your room as he tried to persuade you to go to Jess’ end of summer party. You and Jess knew each other through a few classes and had hung out at Monets a few times,  but didn’t start to get close until you had started to date Alex Standall. Because Alex and Justin were so close, you and Jess had started to hang out a lot more in group settings and that soon blossomed into a beautiful friendship. However, a few weeks ago, you had broken up with Alex- well, technically he broke up with you. You two were going through a rough patch in your relationship and rather than stay and fight for it, he walked away. Since then, Jess had been closer to you than ever before, as she understood your pain on a personal level. Jess had already tried several times to get you to come out to this party fo hers, but you knew Alex would show up and you couldn’t face him sooner than you would have to, what with school starting in a few days. You stood next to your closet, putting away some laundry as Jeff pleaded with you to go. “Y/N, please. Leah is sick and can’t go; I can’t show up to the party alone.” Jeff complained as he leaned against your doorframe. You chuckled and continued putting clothes away.

“Yes, you can. You’re Jeff Atkins.”

“Y/N, please?” Jeff asked again with a sigh. You groaned and turned around to face him with your hands on your hips.

“Is Alex going?” You watched as his face changed as he tried to come up with an acceptable answer.

“I don’t know… maybe… probably… yes.” He finally admitted to you.

“Then I don’t want to be there.” You said, shrugging your shoulders as if it was the most simple thing in the world. He groaned and pushed himself off of your doorway and for a brief moment, you thought you had won.

“Y/N, I am so sick and tired of you sitting around here moping. Sure Alex broke up with you. But HE broke up with YOU! It’s his loss, not yours! You need to get out of this damn room and have some fun, drink a little, kiss a boy! So you’re going to that party, no excuses! Alex was not a forever thing! He’s a high school douchehole who doesn’t care about you! He walked away from you so you have no excuse to be sitting around, throwing a pity party for yourself! Get over yourself and move on!”  You stood in shock for a few minutes. Jeff was a generally kind, calm dude and you had only ever seen him angry a few times in the 16 years of friendship, and he even liked Alex.

“Douchehole isn’t a word.” You muttered and Jeff threw his hands up in the air. “Ok, ok, fine! I’ll go to the stupid party!” You grumbled.

-

An hour later, the two of you sat in Jessica’s driveway. You looked at the house in contempt; you were regretting giving in to Jeff right about now. You two walked up to the door silently and Jeff knocked. He looked over at you and sighed while you stood with your arms crossed, glaring at the door. “Hey, look, I’m sorry about yelling at you earlier. You didn’t deserve that. I should’ve been more understanding, I just can’t keep watching you beat yourself up over this because you deserve so much better.” he apologized, giving you a sincere look. You sighed and turned to him.

“Don’t be sorry. I kinda deserved it and I needed to hear it and much better you than someone else. Lord knows I’d probably only listen to you anyways.” You said, with a slight chuckle at the end.

“Are you sure?” He asked to which you nodded in response. He pulled you in for a hug and you wrapped your arms around his tall frame. “Still friends?” He asked, laughing.

“Always.” You laughed along with him. You both turned to the door as it was finally opened. Scott came into view and his smile grew when he saw the both of you. Jeff and Scott bro-hugged and Scott gave you a side hug as you walked into the Davis home. He leads you to the kitchen, where you found Zach, Justin, and Jessica.

“Look who I found!” Scott announced as you walked into the kitchen. The three cheered as they saw you. Jess was the first to run over to give you a hug, followed by Justin, then Zach.

“Didn’t think you’d make it!” Zach exclaimed and you laughed.

“It’s not a party without me and my charm, Dempsey.” Everyone laughed until you felt a pair of eyes on you. You turned around at the sight of your friend’s gazes. There stood Alex, with Clay behind him, who looked extremely uncomfortable. You locked gazes with Alex, but quickly turned away and cleared your throat. “So where’s the alcohol?” you questioned.

“Oh my God, Y/L/N, drinking??” Justin questioned, laughing. You laughed with him and playfully shoved his shoulder.

“Shove it, Foley.” He slung an arm around your shoulders, chuckling.

“Come on, it’s out back. I’ll show you.” You two made your way to the backyard and you stood awkwardly next to the keg as he poured you a drink. He handed it to you as he poured himself one. “How are you holding up?” You stared at the drink in your hand.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” You asked rhetorically, avoiding his gaze. He once again slung his arm around your shoulder, chuckling.

“And that in itself is a miracle.” He said, causing you to giggle. “Come on, drink up.”

-

Two or three hours later, you stood out on the front porch, enjoying the cool breeze and just gazing at the stars. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Alex talking to a few kids from school but you don’t think he had noticed you yet. You stood there soaking in the peace until you heard your name being called. You looked out to see Alex, who was now standing only a few feet from you. “We need to talk.” He stated harshly and you felt the eyes of the few people outside on you. You walked down the front steps.

“Fine, talk.” you said, putting your hands on your hips.

“I can’t believe you.” He seethed.

“What the hell are you talking about Alex?”

“Oh, come on, we’ve been broken up for like 2 weeks and you’ve already moved on. Please. You’re such a slut.”

“Excuse me?” You asked incredulously.

“You know, I always thought you had a thing with Jeff while we were dating but God, I mean, he has a girlfriend, (Y/N).” At this point, it became very apparent Alex was drunk.

“W-what?”

“But you know, you never needed me. You’ll just whore it up with the entire baseball team to get over me? Fine by me. Go. I don’t need a bitch like you anyway.” you stared at Alex in shock.

“Standall shut the hell up.” Jeff’s voice came from behind you and you turned to see Jeff standing with Clay on the porch and coming around from the back of the house was Zach and Justin.

“You know, you should probably tell your little bestie Jessica that you’re gonna sleep with her boyfriend. She’ll hate you really quickly. God, you’re just like Hannah. The school slut. Go whore it up with Justin; let Jessica come running back to me. I always loved her anyway. I don’t give a damn about you. I never loved you.” Ouch. that one hurt… a lot. You had always been insecure about Jess and Alex’s history, but Alex always assured you he was happier with you.

“Standall, I’m gonna kick your ass so hard…” Justin yelled as he moved toward Alex. Zach drunkenly tried to hold him back.

“Justin.. don’t.” You mumbled, voice thick with tears. You turned away from the boys and began to head down the street. God, how you just wanted to hid and never come back to this shitty ass town.

“Clay… Clay… I don’t have time for this.” You heard Jeff say and for a moment you thought to turn and wait for him but your feet kept moving, wanting to get as far away from Alex as possible. Clay said something back but you didn’t quite hear it. “Clay, I had two beers, two hours ago. I’ll be fine.” Soon enough, you heard footsteps and paused as the slightly out-of-breath Jeff came into view. “Damn, you’re a fast walker.” It was at this point that you realized you were crying. Jeff pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. You had no clue how long you stood there but Jeff held you in his arms until you could cry no more.” You slowly pulled yourself away from his embrace and wiped your eyes.

“I’m going on a beer run; do you want me to take you home on the way? I can even come over after I drop the beer off.” Jeff asked gently. You looked up at him.

“Jeff, haven’t you been drinking?” You questioned, more concerned about his safety then getting home. He sighed.

“Like I told Clay, I had two beers, two hours ago. I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?” You questioned. You had a weird feeling about all of this.

“Yes.” He insisted. “Do you want me to take you home?” You shook your head, both in response and an attempt to clear yourself of this odd feeling.

“I really just need to clear my head.” Jeff looked uncertain.

“Alright, well if you need anything call me, ok?” He said, pulling you in for another hug. You nodded, breathing his scent and shutting your eyes shut. Every red flag in your head was going off and you hugged Jeff even tighter. “I love you, (Y/N/N).”

“Love you too Jeff.” He pulled away and headed back down the street to where his car was. You watched him walk out of view and then turned back in the direction of your home. Another 20 minutes or so passed as you walked home in the silence. All of a sudden, you heard a screeching noise and then a crash. Your curiosity got the better of you and you headed towards the noise. As you approached the scene of the wreck, Clay came into view. “Clay?” You questioned as you moved towards the oh-so-familiar car, you recognized the boy sitting in the front seat. And at that moment, the sky seemed to fall in on itself.

-

And when the sun rose that morning, the news of the tragedy that had occurred in the darkness of the night came with it. It had been two weeks since that horrific night. You had felt so numb since you watched the ambulance take away Jeff’s lifeless body and the true pain of losing him hadn’t hit you, even at the funeral. You sat on your bed, mind at a blank. You heard footsteps and you looked up to see Alex. Strangely, you weren’t angry with him anymore. Jeff’s death had overridden every other little thing, including what Alex had said that night. “Look, (Y/N), I am so incredibly sorry. I was drunk and I didn’t mean a word I said. I didn’t even know what I said until Scott told me the next morning. I was so scared that you’d move on, that you’d see me the way I see myself and I just got so terrified that I left you before you could hurt me. But I never meant to hurt you and I feel so awful that I did. But I’m going to be here for you through this in any way that I possibly can if you’ll let me.” Alex spoke and you looked at him for a brief moment.

“I just need a hug.” You said, standing up. Alex moved towards you to bring him into his arms and at that moment, the grief of losing your best friend since birth hit you full force. You let go of everything as Alex held you close. The concept of time seemed to slip away as you grieved. Alex held you through every heart-wrenching moment. Even after you had stopped crying, Alex continued to hold you as you listened to the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat. The more you thought about that night, the more you realized that it could’ve been you. If you had agreed to let Jeff take you home, it could’ve your lifeless body Clay found. It could’ve been your funeral Jeff attended. And in all of this, you had realized that you were no longer angry with Alex. You just wanted to be with him; you couldn’t lose him too.

“(Y/N), I am so sorry. About everything, About what I said, about Jeff, I just…” He mumbled into your hair but you stopped him from getting very far.

“Alex, it’s ok.” You said, even though you knew that was the farthest from the truth.

“No, it’s not. It’s not ok. Nothing is ok.” Alex said, pulling out of the hug and looking you dead in the eye.

“You’re right, nothing is ok. But you don’t need to keep apologizing for what happened. It could’ve been me instead of Jeff that night and I can’t keep living like I don’t still love you. And I need you more than ever right now.” You said, and you began to feel yourself tremble at the weight of everything.

“Ok.” Alex whispered, pulling you close again. “Ok. I’m gonna be here until you’re ok again, no matter how long that takes. I promise.”

[pinkykitten]

Get Away From Her

13 Reasons Why

Zach Dempsey x female! reader

Warning: some cursing, sexual assault, marijuana, alcohol, fighting, blood

Specifics: high school, fighting, man vs man, fluff, comedy, race neutral reader

People: Zach Dempsey, you, Sheri Holland, Clay Jensen, Jeff Atkins, Bryce Walker

Words: 2,135

Summary: Bryce gets a little too comfortable with you, very handsy. He tries to get you alone but Zach is there and he doesn’t like what he is seeing. Zach does everything in his power to protect you.

Authors Note: aghhhh this is my first time writing for 13 r.w. and i luv it!!!! so just a couple of things, i do not curse in real life so the cursing in here looks like this s***. i am just too much of a cinnamon roll and i dont curse. also another thing is to me jeff never died #jeffstilldeservedbetter so he is alive in this. ALL HE HAD WAS A CAR ACCIDENT HE WENT TO THE HOSPITAL AND RECOVERED INEEDTHISINMYLIFECAUSEILUVHIMSOMUCH!!! this deals with a lot of stuff so if this just isnt for u to read then pls skip on. anyways my sis luv zach pretty much anything that has to do with ross butler lol. hope u guys like, pls feedback y’all!

“C’mon y/n we’re gonna be late,” Sheri called waiting for you outside the bathroom.

 She had asked you to help her study for a history exam you both had coming up. Of course, you being the sweetheart you accepted her request. Unknown to you though she actually wanted to get you to the party at Bryce’s house. Her excuse was, “girl, I’ve seen the way you look at Zach and its time you do something about this love crush.”

So in the bathroom you struggled to put on a dress she let you borrow. 

As you opened the door you looked down not wanting to see the emotion in Sheri’s eyes, “Sheri this is waaaaayyyyy too short for me. I can’t wear dresses that almost go to my sugar land, especially at a party where there are a ton of horny boys.”

“Y/n, trust me you’ll be fine. I’ll keep on the watch for you, checking up on those horny boys. Plus, you look fantastic and thats what we want, right? Zach maybe can reach that sugar land tonight,” Sheri joked.

You slapped her playfully and grabbed your bag. Sheri said she would watch out for you, but that night was a night you thought maybe going to this party was a mistake.  

As you and Sheri walked up the driveway to Bryce’s party a couple of boys ran in front of you both. Acting silly, and of course it was evident that they were drunk. Your stomach was turning and in the back of your mind you questioned whether this was such a good idea.

Sheri noticed your nervousness and grabbed your arm, “hey y/n, look just have one drink for me, then I promise I’ll take you home. Deal?”

You glanced around the house, straightened your back, put on your big girl panties on and strutted inside the house. You were going to own this night. 

As you searched around the room you noticed some familiar faces from school and some new ones.

“Wow y/n, I’m surprised to see you here. I didn’t know you come to parties,” your friend from Liberty High, Clay Jensen said.

You chuckled, “I didn’t know you come to these dumb things either. Plus I was forced to go.” You pointed to Sheri who was drinking already and laughing with a group of girls. “History exam.”

Clay nodded and said his goodbyes. Great, now what were you supposed to do. You looked like an idiot, just standing near the wall by yourself. That was when you saw in the distance the tall Zach Dempsey. 

“Oh my god y/n, avoid eye contact at all cost. If he doesn’t catch you staring like all those other times he won’t come over here,” you thought to yourself. You looked to the side at some fake, odd, looking plant. Your mistake was you thought Zach was gone but when you went back to look at him he was still there! And his attention was on you. 

“Oh sweet jesus,” you prayed aloud. You thought maybe you should pretend to talk on the phone but as you rummaged through your purse you realized you forgot the dang thing.

“Hey y/n,” a voice called from above you. 

“If only that was god,” you thought in your head. “Heyyyyyy Zach. What brings you here?”

“Well its a party...so.”

Your eyes were opened wide and you plastered on this anxious, nervous, fake smile. All truthfulness you looked like you just peed your pants. 

“Are you okay y/n?”

“Me? Oh yeah,” you waved his concern off, “I’m fine. Just not the party type. I just came here for a friend I’m helping Sheri study for her history exam.”

“Yeah I saw you came in with Sheri. By the way you look amazing in that dress. Your like the best dressed in the whole house.”

“Thanks,” you said awkwardly pulling down the fabric. “I mean its not mine, its Sheri’s, but you think its too much? I mean its just a party and I came all dolled up when everyone is either wearing jeans or skirts.”

“No! I mean no, I think you look perfect.”

You smiled all flustered at his compliments. 

“Hey listen y/n if ever you want to-”

“Whats up bro and...y/n l/n? Wow didn’t think I’d ever catch you here.”

Bryce, Bryce Walker (lol i feel like veronica in heathers)

“Me neither,” you said trying to get out of the conversation. Rumors have spread like fire about Bryce, he was a trouble maker. You did not need that right now, actually how about never. 

“Man, y/n you clean yourself up pretty good. I’m so used to seeing you all covered and a good girl. Now you look pretty bad,” Bryce winked at you while licking his lips.

“I kinda regret wearing this dress now,” you muttered under your breath. 

Zach was getting angrier and angrier by the minute. He saw how much Bryce was making you uncomfortable and he just would not quit. 

“Well, y/n, how bout I show you a good ti-,” Bryce had started to say but you interrupted him with a shriek.

“Oh my god Laura! Whats up cous (cousin)? No I’ll go to you,” you shouted from across the room. 

Zach and Bryce’s attention was to where you were pointing and yelling. 

“I’m sorry guys to cut the talk short but who would of known my cousin is here. Well, I’ll get to you guys later gotta say hi to her or else I am gonna have some family issues,” you faked laugh.

You did erupt a real laugh though as you left because you didn’t have a cousin here. You just made that up to get the heck out of that conversation! You let go of the breath you had contained inside of you. 

Deciding to at least try to enjoy yourself, you grabbed a drink and raised it up to Sheri who was far away. Sheri smiled and clapped, mouthing “good for you.” 

“Y/n just take one drink and then you can get the h*** out of here,” you said aloud.

Your stomach started to grumble so you grab a chip and dip it into salsa. You put the whole thing in your mouth. 

“Don’t!”

You turn around to see Jeff Atkins (rip😭) , the sayings were true, he was handsome. You almost choke on your chip at his presence. 

“Atkins! Boy you scared the crap out of me,” you exclaimed.

Jeff just giggled, “I’m sorry y/n.”

You shook yourself and regained your composure, “anyways, why did you say don’t?”

“That salsa had marijuana in it, I mean I’m not gonna judge or anything but that s**** strong. So just be careful.”

Your eyes almost bugged out of your head. You put the salsa and chip down and tried to take the left overs out of your mouth.

“I saw you checkin out Zach.”

“Oh my god you too! What is it with people being interested with who I like and don’t? It’s like everyone wants to know!”

“Go after him,” Jeff said leaning against the counter. 

“What?”

Jeff gets closer, “hey I’m no matchmaker but, I can tell he likes you trust me I’m a guy. I know. Just go back to him and talk. Its better to talk outside so nobody can disturb you,” Jeff wiggled his eyebrows.

“First of all Jeff ewww, no, me and Zach are not doing the do. I just have a crush on him! Can it be that before we make it into teen mom. Second, you say you’re no matchmaker but you sure as h*** always try to be one. Third, I tried to talk to him and I get so nervous I sweat like a waterfall under my armpits! And fourth of all what do you know about girls?”

Jeff just shrugged, “trust me y/n. My advice will come handy one day. One day.”

You shook your head, “silly.”

Again, alone you stood by the drinks. You downed the last of the liquid and had the urge to use the bathroom. As you go to there, you see there is not a soul in sight.

“Finally, peace and quiet. I mean who would gather around and talk around the bathroom, thats just gross.”

As you opened the door to the restrooms you felt a hand on the lower part of your back. You quickly snap in the direction of the hand and see that it is Bryce. 

“H-hey dude,” you said trying to sound confident and not frightened. 

“Hey y/n. I wanted to finish what I started earlier. That dress it just makes the animal come out of me,” Bryce’s hands were roaming all over your body. 

“Animals, I love animals. Why don’t we talk about some, like whats your favorite?”

“I much rather do this to you,” Bryce wore a smirk the whole way through. “You’re so sexy y/n, especially in this dress. How about I take it off of you?”

“Bryce quit it!” You were starting to panic. You tried to pry him off you but he was too strong. You did not want this, Sheri said she would protect you, watch out for you. “Bryce stop it!” But Bryce would not. Instead, every time you said something he would become more handsy. 

“I know you want this y/n. You’re just urging for me to be inside you,” he whispered in your ear, biting your earlobe. Then he grabbed your face harshly to kiss you. 

Your face squirmed in disgust, you tried to kick him in the groin but he grabbed your leg. This was it you were going to be raped on this day. Tears started to form in your eyes. You were scared no terrified at this moment. After he finished making out with you, he zipped down his pants. 

Bryce kept you in a death grip. “Someone please help me! Sheri, Jeff, Zach, Clay, someone please help,” you cried in horror. 

Bryce lifted your dress up and you were sobbing and asking him to stop. Just as Bryce was about to pull down his pants Zach came to view.

Zach’s eyes widened in shock. “Dude what the f*** are you doing to her?”

“C’mon Zack were just having a little fun. Right y/n?”

You shook your head into a no, tears staining your cheeks. “Bryce tried to rape me! You pig!”

“Bryce let her go,” Zach barked out. 

Bryce then grabbed your butt with a smirk and massaged it. Everything went so quickly. Zach lunged for Bryce and Bryce let go of you. Zach punched Bryce’s stomach while Bryce tried to elbow Zach’s face.

Zach tackled Bryce down, Zach on top, started pounding and smashing Bryce’s face. Zach’s face was red of anger. He was so irate and so mad, that all he could do was scream and say “leave her alone.”

All you could do was stand, the moments before this fighting were still fresh in your mind. It replayed like a movie. You looked down at your hands and they were shaking. “Zach please stop!”

You knew Bryce was the golden child of the school, heck the whole neighborhood. If they saw what Zach did to Bryce Zach would have consequences even if he did what was right. Zach would get blamed. 

“Please, Zach stop.”

Zach stood up harshly and looked at your face. He looked as if he could almost cry. Bryce laid on the ground moaning and groaning in pain. Blood spilling from his nose and the cut on his lips. His eyes starting to become swollen. 

Zach ran to you and hugged you, “I’m so sorry y/n I wasn’t here earlier.”

“No you came just in time. Thank you Zach.”

Clay and many other kids came to see what was all the commotion. 

Well you took Jeff’s advice. You led Zach outside to talk to him about the matter. 

“I just wanted to say Zach, thank you.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you. I should of been there by your side, I should of known what would-”

“Zach! Stop! You could not have done anything more than what you did. And even if Bryce would of done that detestable thing I still would like you.”

You quickly place your palm on your mouth. Did you just say that out loud?

“You like me,” Zach questioned. 

You sheepishly looked down, then grabbed his much more bigger hand in yours, “yes Zach I do.”

Zach looked at you with an overjoyed expression. He inched closer to you putting his hoodie on your back. He gave you a toothy grin, squeezing your hand a little. 

“Hey you maybe wanna go hang out some time? I also need help on studying my history exam.”

You laughed and nodded, “I’d really like that.”