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heliads · 2 years ago

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Separation

Based on this request: "Y/n is Bree’s Twin Sister. Y/n is dating Wyatt except her parents didn’t know, one night Wyatt snuck in at midnight until her parents saw and took him away. Her friends teamed up & went to get Y/n & told her they will save Wyatt. Y/n told her parents that Wyatt is not a monster he is the love of her life & her parents accepted their relationship."

a/n in the original request sent to me by someone on wattpad, wyatt was literally jailed for being seen with reader (and he proposed at the end??) so great liberties were taken to,,, not do that,,,

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It is very important to be normal in a town such as this one. Seabrook fosters its complacent children, nourishes them on the drink of supposed independence and keeps them hemmed in by clipping their wings each and every time they try to fly. This is not a place of doers, only of dreamers. Sometimes that’s enough for people. Sometimes it isn’t.

It makes no sense that a town blessed with the two perfect parts of a story, the monsters who run wild and the heroes who live vicariously through them, would cut themselves off from a wonderful existence by trying to separate one half of its populace. The zombies were the first to be kicked aside, and although they were tentatively welcomed back recently, the werewolves are the next to be removed.

Tensions are highly fraught, nerves as tightly wound as a spool of wire. One day, they’re all going to snap, and then what will come of your perfectly manufactured town? The supposedly perfect ones have all taken up pastels as their chosen colors; the blood will not wash out easily, the stain will always be seen.

War has forever been a distant foe, however, an ending that both parties would rather avoid. Conflict only leaves scars, it never heals. Both the monsters and the townspeople prefer to find a solution that doesn’t avoid fighting. It is unfortunate, then, that solutions from both sides are so drastically different.

The humans want a more palatable existence. It is easy to forget that people are different if you force them to blend into your society. They’ll be forced to cut away every part of themselves that doesn’t fit within the ‘normal’ box, and after that, everything will be fine.

The zombies and werewolves, on the other hand, want to be proud of themselves. They desire a life for them, not for the humanized versions of themselves. Is it really so much to ask for a world that could stand to look them in the eyes for longer than a second? Yes, Seabrook whispers back, yes it is.

That leaves everyone in some sort of transient middle ground, a constant escalation of tensions that can only end badly. Everyone’s waiting for the pin to drop, the first blow that will finally let the battle begin in earnest. All anyone needs is an excuse, and then things can really get going.

In the meantime, while everyone waits for proof that they were right all along, you’re doing your best to imagine yourself in a world that’s significantly more welcoming. You were one of the first to greet the zombies with open arms and hearts. You befriended Zed, Eliza, and Bonzo along with your close friend Addison and your twin sister Bree.

Everyone told you that you were making a mistake for trying to get to know the zombies, but you can gladly prove them wrong now. Zed and the others are some of your best friends. Sure, you might not have green hair to match, but that doesn’t stop you from having the exact same sense of humor or spirit to do well in school or sports. They’re good people, and the fact that they aren’t human should not be enough to automatically disqualify them from the life they deserve.

Now, you’re doing the same thing with the werewolves. Funnily enough, Zed initially distrusted the werewolves once they first arrived, but you’ve never doubted them. They’re just another group in Seabrook, ready for a shot at making the life they want so desperately.

You’re not just interested in the welfare of the werewolves for the sheer purpose of making new friends, though. Truth be told, you’re far more attached to one werewolf in particular than any other, and that boy would be Wyatt Lykensen. It only took you a few weeks to start liking him in earnest, and ever since you’ve been unable to let him go.

As it turns out, Wyatt feels the exact same way. You don’t know that you’ve ever felt happier than when Wyatt first asked you out, but now you get to experience that same joy every single day that you can wake up and know that he loves you just as much as you love him.

The only problem is that the rest of Seabrook does not feel quite so delighted with the whole affair as the two of you. Seabrook may avert its eyes when letting werewolf students through the door of its high school, or tolerate neighbors who aren’t human with all the barely restrained impertinence it can manage, but it draws definite lines in the sand when it so desires.

This, as it turns out, would be one of such instances. Addison, Bree, Zed, and the rest of your friends all know about the fact that you’re dating Wyatt, but no one else does. That’s as much for your personal safety as the threat of judgment. You know it’s for the best, but you hate feeling like you have to hide the best part of your life like some terrible secret.

It’s eating away at you, the constant spread of white lies designed to shield you. You end up spending sleepless nights thinking about what it could be like to live in the bright light of the truth, to exist in a world that wouldn’t hate you just for who you love.

On one of such nights, you can bear it no longer. The rest of your family is asleep, so you have no qualms about texting Wyatt. You didn’t ask him to visit, but when you hear a series of sharp raps on your window within about ten minutes, you certainly don’t mind throwing open the sash and letting Wyatt in.

His arms are around you in a matter of moments, and just like that, you feel infinitely better.

Wyatt laughs against your hair. “Lonely, are we?”

You swat him on the shoulder, but you can’t find it within yourself to put much ire into the gesture. “You’re the one who rushed over here.”

“Yeah,” Wyatt says, very pleased with himself, “I did. I’m very glad I did, too. I couldn’t have my best girl moping around for no reason, could I?”

“No,” you smile, “you couldn’t. I’m glad you came.”

Wyatt nods, pulling away slightly so he can get a better look at you. “What’s wrong, Y/N? You’ve been so strong this whole time, what happened?”

You sigh. “I’m just sick of all this, you know? I hate running around and hiding. I just want to love you without having to feel like I’m committing a crime. Is that really so bad?”

Wyatt lets out a slow breath. “You know I want you more than anything, and if you feel like you want to tell people, I’d do it without a second thought. I just need to know that you’re not going to get hurt by this. I don’t want people talking badly about you behind your back.”

You grimace. “That’s going to happen anyway.”

Wyatt gives you a lopsided half smile. “Doesn’t mean it’s right.”

“I know,” you begin, but your voice drops off when Wyatt holds up a hand.

“Wait, what was that?” He asks.

Your brow furrows. “What was what?”

Wyatt cocks his head to the side, listening hard, and his eyes widen. “Someone’s coming.”

You feel a knot of panic twisting in your stomach. “You have to go. Now!”

Wyatt starts to lunge back towards the window, but it’s too late. The door to your room is flung open, and you’re greeted with the terrifying sight of both your parents standing over the threshold.

Their faces contort in twin expressions of horror. “What is he doing here?” Your father demands.

From the emphasis he puts on the pronoun, you’d think that your father was referring to a convict or criminal, not a fellow student, and especially not the boy you love.

Wyatt’s face pales. “I’ll be going now. Sir.”

Your father shakes his head. “Not a chance.”

Before either of you can do anything, your father grabs Wyatt by the arm, pulling him back out of your room and down the hall, where they disappear out of sight. You try to follow them, but your mother holds you back. No matter how much you plead for her to let you go, she stands firm until you can hear nothing more.

They refuse to tell you what happened to Wyatt. In fact, you have no idea if your boyfriend is even alright until school the next day. You show up to Seabrook High in a state of complete disorder. The entire night, you were plagued with fears that he had been seriously hurt, all because you missed him.

Addison rushes to your side the second she sees you. “Y/N, are you okay?”

“You look terrible,” Zed asks helpfully. He changes his tune once Addison elbows him sharply in the ribs. “Ouch! I mean, you look scared. Is everything alright?”

“No,” you say miserably, “I was up late talking with Wyatt last night and my parents found out. My dad dragged him out of my room and I have no idea what happened to him. I’m terrified that–”

Your voice breaks off, and your friends’ faces twist in expressions of identical horror. Before anyone can try to lie and assuage your fears for the time being, the doors to the school open and the very boy you’ve been wanting most to see walks in.

If Zed thinks you look terrible, Wyatt must be on an entirely different level. The hollows under his eyes are dark, and he shuffles as he walks, like something had happened to him to stop him from being able to stand or even exist normally. What’s more, as he limps past you, he averts his eyes, and puts as much distance in between the two of you as possible.

Even though the two of you have been previously hiding your relationship, you have at least been able to be friends. Wyatt avoiding you now is certainly not a good sign.

Zed winces. “I’m going to figure out what’s up with him. You stay here.”

You don’t know that you could move if you tried. Addison pats your shoulder sympathetically. “Hey, I’m sure it’s going to be okay. Don’t assume the worst until we know for certain what happened, alright?”

You nod haltingly. “I think it’s going to be pretty bad regardless. Look at him, Addison. He won’t even acknowledge that I’m here.”

You watch as Zed approaches Wyatt. Although you can’t hear exactly what is being said, you can see that Wyatt looks unwell. He moves slowly, unwilling or perhaps unable to commit to any great display of strength.

Soon enough, Zed is jogging back to you. “Your dad took him to the Z-Patrol,” he relates, “they shook him up real good.”

Your hand flies to your mouth. “Is he okay?”

“Not really,” Zed winces, “but he doesn’t blame you, trust me. He made me promise that I’d tell you that. It’s just that they are watching him to make sure he doesn’t get any closer to you, and he really, really doesn’t want to find out what they’d do to him if he broke that rule.”

You lean back against your locker, feeling completely devastated. “This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have brought him to my house. I knew exactly how it would turn out.”

“No, you didn’t,” Addison says soothingly, “none of this is because of you. Wyatt knows that, we all do. Wyatt made the choice to show up. Besides, I think I have an idea as to how we can fix this.”

You glance at her questioningly. “And how’s that?”

Addison allows a small smile to cross her face. “We petition the Z-Patrol themselves. I’ve had my experience of wrangling with them back when I first started dating Zed. Trust me, I can get them to leave you and Wyatt alone.”

You nod. “Let’s do that as soon as we can.”

After school you, Bree, Addison, and the rest of the friend group hurry over to the headquarters of the Z-Patrol. Addison leads the way inside, and you take the fact that the chief officer groans upon seeing her arrive as proof that she has indeed spent a lot of quality time getting her way in here.

“What do you want this time?” The officer asks, irritated.

Addison crosses her arms across her chest. “I need you to back off of Wyatt Lykensen.”

“No can do,” the officer grumbles, “the L/Ns said they wanted him kept away from their daughter. That would be you, I’m assuming?”

You nod when he points at you. “Yeah, and I want the restraining order gone. He’s not a danger, trust me.”

The officer glowers. “Rules are rules. I’m not lifting that thing.”

Addison’s brow furrows. “We’re not leaving until you do. Wyatt is a good person. Get rid of the order.”

It only takes half an hour of Addison badgering the officer for the order to be removed. According to her, that’s a personal best, which makes you wonder just how long she’s been in there before. She certainly seemed confident that you would succeed, if that’s any indication.

Once you have signed and documented proof that it’s alright for you to see Wyatt again, you all but sprint back to the home of the werewolves. Willa greets you there, and although she looks hesitant to let you inside, she backs off quickly when she sees you’ve got proof that it’s alright for you and Wyatt to be together again.

“He’s been absolutely crushed by this,” she whispers as the two of you walk, “although I have to say that you look pretty rough too.”

“I just want him back,” you say, “he didn’t deserve any of this.”

“I know,” Willa says after a pause, “but you didn’t either. Come on, he’s right in there. Go give him the good news.”

You don’t make her repeat it. You rush into Wyatt’s room. It takes him a few moments to realize what’s happened and that it’s okay to be together again, but after that initial discovery, he’s beaming ear to ear. He catches you up in a hug and you can finally, finally start feeling better again.

You spend quite a bit of time just talking with Wyatt and making sure that he’s alright. After that, he insists on walking you home. All goes well and you’re having a wonderful time just being with him again until the two of you linger a little too long at your door and your parents show up again. They look ready to throw a fit again until you hold up a hand. This time, you’ll be standing your ground.

“Don’t,” you say decisively, “I’m not leaving him. I don’t care what you do, I don’t care what you do, I’m not leaving him.”

Your father’s face is stony. “He’s a werewolf.”

You fold your arms across your chest. “And, unfortunately, I’m not. It would be extraordinarily cool if I was, but I’m not.”

Your father blinks in surprise. “But you were born a human?”

“And Wyatt was born a werewolf. Neither of us can change, so we don’t hold it against each other. Why should you?”

Your father opens his mouth to argue, but your mother steps forward again. “You’re sure you love him?”

You nod. “More than anything.”

By your side, Wyatt breaks out into a radiant smile, one that can’t be stopped even when your father directs the full force of his glare towards your boyfriend.

Your mother nods once. “Alright, then. If you’re so sure, why would we stop you?”

Your father blinks in surprise. “What?”

Your mother spreads her hands. “I’d rather know it’s happening than have these two sneaking around our backs all the time. Besides, we haven’t actually seen Wyatt do anything wrong yet, have we?”

It looks like your mother may have felt more than a small shred of remorse over sending Wyatt away that night. You’re certainly not going to argue against it.

You beam at Wyatt as your parents walk back into the house. “That actually went pretty well.”

Wyatt chuckles. “Yeah. I like it when you try to be intimidating. It’s very cute.”

You pretend to frown. “I thought I was doing a good job of being scary.”

“To anyone else, maybe,” Wyatt grins, “I can see right through it, though.”

You arch a brow. “Can you really?”

“Very much so,” Wyatt assures you. To prove it, he pulls you in for a kiss. Your spirits are lifted just like that.

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imonawholedifferentlevel · 5 months ago

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The whole thing was worse than anything. Me and Willa spent almost the entire day taking care of the pack, making sure some didn't get sick more than others, but what was really scaring me was Wynter.

She looked the worst out of everyone. Her skin was pale, and she could barely walk. I tried not to cry at all, but I just couldn't help the fact that I had to watch my little sister and my pack slowly get worse and worse.

I went into my room and sat on the bed with my face in my hands, trying to keep my emotions together, until I heard a small knock on the door.

"M?" I recognized that it was Willa's voice, but I said nothing. I could hear a pair of footsteps get closer before they sat down on the bed next to me.

"I failed the whole pack, and now I don't even think we'll live to see tomorrow. I'm scared. Willa, I'm fucking scared for them all for Wynter; she looks like she's been through hell and back. I don't want to see her like this!" I sobbed.

I felt arms wrap around me, and Willa placed her head on my shoulder. She massaged my hair as I continued to sob.

"You didn't fail this pack at all, Moon," she said, lifting my chin with her finger so that we were looking into each other's eyes.

"In fact, you've gotten us farther than anybody else. Sure, I might have found out where you were, but you found out where the moonstone was all by yourself. You're the best great alpha to ever live, and I'll take it to my grave," she said, giving me her softest smile.

I found myself smiling back as I wiped my tears.

"God, what would I do without you, Willa?" I said, taking her hand. She chuckled and gave my knuckles a kiss.

"Probably grow old and alone," she teased, and we both let out a laugh.

"I'm glad you were chosen as my mate. I honestly couldn't think of anyone better," I replied.

Willa snickered before plopping sideways right into my lap. "The feelings are mutual," she sarcastically said, and she gave me a kiss on the lips.

We both turned our heads to the door when we heard a knock and saw Wyatt standing there. "Hey, that zombie is here," he said and walked off. I raised my brow, and Willa got up, helping me up with her hand.

We walked out of the room and saw Zed standing there nervously, and he stiffened a little when he saw us.

I was still kind of mad at him for how he grabbed Willa earlier today and the fact that he basically called my family wild animals.

"Zed, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Look, they were wrong to destroy Seabrook Power, and I was wrong about werewolves. You have every right to fight for who you are," he explained.

"Yeah, but what are we now, zombie?" Wyatt spoke up.

"You're fierce, proud werewolves!" Zed exclaimed.

"Yeah, they think we're monsters," Willa pointed out.

"We are monsters," Zed said.

"And I think it's time we show them who we really are; we're going to meet up at zombietown and walk into the prawn together, and I really want you guys to come," Zed said in a pleading tone.

I looked at the rest of my pack and sighed. If this was going to be our last day, why not spend it breaking the rules?

"Alright, we were in," I said, and I was caught off guard by him pulling me into a hug.

I smiled softly and hugged him back. "Ok, ok, let's not get soft here," I said, pushing him away after some time, and he laughed.

"What time do we meet you there?" I asked.

"What about 5:30?"

"Alright, that sounds like a plan."

"Ok, then see you, Moon!"

"Bye, Zed," I waved to him as he walked out of the den.

"Well, wolves, it looks like we've got a prawn to crash!" I said, and they all cheered.

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I looked in my mirror, making sure I looked good. As I fixed my suit up, there was literally no way in hell I was going to be wearing a dress, so Wyatt landed me one of his suits since he couldn't fit it anymore.

"Moon, can you help me with something?!"

"Yeah, sure, I'll-hot damn," I whistled, seeing Willa step out in her dress.

"At this point, I want to ditch that dance and have our own, if you know what I mean," I said, wiggling my eyebrows.

"Moon!" She groaned, but I could see her cheeks getting red.

"Hey, it's not my fault you got it all out," I said, raising my hands in surrender.

"Anyways! I was asking for help deciding which shoes I should wear.

"Your boots are most likely going to be dancing and singing, so you'll need a boost and energy," I said.

"Well, ok," she said.

"This dress is literally not as comfortable as I thought it would be. I mean, when I saw it, I thought it was going to be the perfect size, but no, as soon as I put it on, it's a problem. I should really measure myself more before trying on it. Are you even listening?" She said,

"I mean, I was, but that's until you bent down and showed all of that-"

"God Moon!" She growled and stormed off, leaving me a laughing wreck.

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"Thank you, sir. After you," Bucky cheerfully said, letting another couple pass.

"What's that?" Stacey spoke out loud, pointing at the approaching group, and they gasped at what they saw.

"It's zombies! And werewolves. In formal wear?" Jacey said it in disbelief.

"They look good," Lacey said, looking Moon up and down but stopping when she saw the looks she was getting.

"You guys can't be here. There are laws against this," Bucky said sharply.

"Bad laws are meant to be broken. And monsters don't follow the rules," Moon said, raising an eyebrow with a sly smirk.

"Zombies are a part of Seabrook, Bucky. And we deserve to be here," Zed said.

"We're a part of Seabrook, too. The originals, in fact," Wyatt replied.

"Someone's got to stop you," Bucky said, going for the z-alarm, but Willa and Moon blocked his way, growling at him and baring their claws, making him jump back in fear.

"Welcome to Prawn!" He squeaked before running inside.

All of a sudden, Willa's moonstone turned green, and she started to cough. "Fuck Willa," Moon said, quickly balancing her girlfriend as she stumbled back, trying to regain her composure.

"You, ok?" She asked, and Willa nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine," she replied.

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We walked into the building, and people looked shocked to see us but didn't say anything.

I looked at Willa and saw that she was looking off into the distance.

"You good, Wils?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, giving me a smile.

"Well, can I have this dance?" I asked.

"Of course," she said.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she wrapped hers around my neck as we swayed to the music.

"I'm really sorry, Willa. I thought we could find the moonstone, but"

"Moon, none of that really mattered to me. All I wanted was to be with you again. The older I got, the more it pained me to not wake up next to you, and when we finally found you, that moonstone was farther from my mind. If I do die, I would rather it be with the person I love," she and I pressed our foreheads together.

"You're a true heart of gold, my true heart of gold," I said, connecting our lips in what might be our last kiss.

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(Zed) You're from the perfect paradise And I'm living on the darker side

(Addison) Ooh, I had a feeling If you got to know me

(Zed) Right from the start you caught my eye And something inside me came to life

(Addison) Ooh, I've got a feeling Now you really know me

(Zed, Addison) Someday

(Addison) This could be, this could be ordinary

(Zed, Addison) Someday

(Addison) Could we be something extraordinary?

(Zed) You and me side by side

(Zed, Addison) Out in the broad daylight If they laugh, we'll say We're gonna be someday Someday, someday We're gonna be someday Someday, someday We're gonna be someday

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All of a sudden, the ground started to shake, and everyone looked around in shock.

"This way!" Wyatt yelled, and all the monsters started to follow him.

"You're supposed to protect your president!" Bucky shouted.

"Nobody's giving a damn about you, Bucky!" Moon yelled out while running off.

They came to a stop, and Moon squinted when she saw something and crouched down to get a better look.

"Can it be?" She whispered to herself.

"What is it?" Willa asked.

"The energy from the moonstone must've created the fault line," she replied.

"What?"

"Look! If we follow this crack, it may lead us to the moonstone," she said, making the wolves look at her in shock.

"But we thought it was destroyed."

"Or was it?" Moon said with a smirk.

"So, it's only buried and not destroyed?" Willa said it in disbelief.

"Yes," Moon replied.

"Well, in that case, we have to get to it. Quickly, while we still can!" Wyatt said, and they all started to run.

"It's this way. I see the light. It's coming from Seabrook Power!" Moon exclaimed.

They all got to a certain room and gasped when they saw the moonstone.

"Holy shit," Moon muttered.

"Legend says that together, our pack can move the stone. All of us, lift!" Wyatt said.

"Umm, at this point, I'm so against listening to what history is saying."

"MOON!" Everyone yelled at her, making her jump.

"Ok, ok, damn!" She said she tried to help the pack lift, but it was too heavy.

"Gosh, this thing weights like tons!" She grumbled.

"Then maybe you need to expand your pack," a voice said as Addison and the zombies came inside.

"Addison?" Wyatt asked in confusion, and she gave him a smile.

"We came here to help. Come on, everyone. We got this!" Addison said, and everyone started to lift. It was working at first until another rumble came through, trapping everyone inside.

"Chamber's collapsed. We can't carry the moonstone through," Wynter said in a panic.

Moon quickly let out a gasp and went to Zed. "Hey little brother, I'm going to need your help," she said, and he nodded.

"You're going to have to take off. You're Z-band," she said, and he looked more nervous.

"I can't what if I lose control again?!" He asked.

"We gotta have Zed; just trust me, ok?" She said this, looking into his eyes, and he nodded.

"Ok, let's do this!" He said that and took off his z-band, making him zombie out immediately.

Moon's eyes turned yellow, and she let out a loud roar as she turned into her wolf form.

Zed looked like he was struggling to control, but through the encouraging words of everybody, he was able to help Moon lift the entrance so that everyone could get through.

But just as everyone went through, the bolder dropped again before Moon and Zed could get out.

"Moon!" Willa yelled.

"Zed, Moon!?" Addison yelled out in nervousness and fear.

Everyone stood in silence at the scene before them before two lights were seen in the distance. Next thing they knew, Zed had put his Z-band back on.

"Wait, where's Moon?" Wyatt asked.

They heard a loud shuffling noise, and the whole pack was shocked to see Moon dragging the moonstone along with her large wolf frame before stopping and changing back into her human form in front of everyone.

"Somebody order a moonstone by any chance?" She asked with a smirk.

"Moon!" Willa yelled, running towards her mate and jumping onto her, and the whole pack cheered and surrounded her with hugs.

"We crushed it! We nailed it! We so rock! Yes!" Wynter yelled but stopped when everyone was looking at her.

"Too much?" she asked.

"Perfect!" Willa laughed, hugging her best friend.

"We did it," Addison said.

"Say "brains."

"Brains!" They all said as the camera went off.

The whole pack let out a howl, and I was surprised to hear Bonzo say it perfectly. "Hey, you said that perfectly," Wyatt said with a smile.

"Dude knows every language in the book," Moon chuckled out.

"Yeah, Bonzo's got an ear for languages," Bree giggled.

"Simp" Moon mumbled under her breath but winced when she felt a punch on her right arm.

"What was that for?" She said she was looking at Willa.

"That! Was for scaring me for the 500th time!" She huffed.

"Aww, does my little beta care for me? - Fuck!" Moon yelled when Willa elbowed her right in the gut, taking all the air out of her lungs. Willa smirked and walked off, leaving Moon in pain.

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(Addison) We are all different, baby But that's what I like We're separate, but we're together Like stars in the sky We got a good thing going on Yeah, nobody has to feel alone Oh, yeah

(All) One of us chased the day And one of us faced the night And all of us paved the way To where we all are tonight Turned around And now we found That we are now All...

(Zed) One for all Used to be divided

(Addison) One for all Now we're all united

(Wyatt) One for all This party ain't private

(Willa) One for all Everyone's invited

(All) One for all

(Eliza) No wristband required

(All) One for all

(Zed) Get hyped, get excited

(All) One for all One for all One for all One for all

(Zed) There's something here that's magic Let's dance until dawn The feeling is automatic It's where we belong We're so unique, we're not the same Yeah, and that's what gives us all our strength

(All) One of us chased the day And one of us faced the night And all of us paved the way To where we all are tonight Turned around And now we found That we are now All...

(Cheerleaders) We about to bring it on-on Watch me shake it like a pom pom Yeah, shake it, shake it, shake it Shake it, shake it, shake it like a pom pom

(Zombies) Yeah, get sick, get ill Lean back with a zombie tilt Hey, with a zombie tilt Yeah, with a zombie tilt

(Wolves) Uh, new kids on a new block Werewolves do the moon-walk Do the moon-walk Do the moon-walk

(Zed) One for all Used to be divided

(Addison) One for all Now we're all united

(Wyatt) One for all This party ain't private

(Moon) One for all Everyone's invited

(All) One for all

(Eliza) No wristband required

(All) One for all

(Zed) Get hyped, get excited

(All) One for all, one for all One for all, one for all One for all One for all One for all One for all One for all

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Everyone cheered as Addison and Zed leaned in and sealed each other with a kiss.

"My brother does have game I'm a proud mother," Moon said, wiping the fake tears, and Willa chuckled.

"I'm honestly in a rush to take off these shoes," she grumbled.

"I'm in a rush too," Moon said, smirking.

"Oh really?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"Yeah, I'm most definitely rushing to get you home and take those clothes off," she whispered to Willa while grabbing her chin.

"Oh yeah"

"Mhm," she said, pulling Willa into a hot kiss by her waist.

Willa let out a soft moan as Moon hoisted her up by her legs.

"Ok! Ok! People are still here!" Moon heard Wyatt grumble, but Moon just flicked him off and kept kissing Willa.

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When Prawn was over, everyone was saying their goodbyes, but I basically brushed them off, picked Willa up, and rushed back to the den.

The moment we got back, I tugged her into the room and closed the door, making sure it was locked, before slamming her against it and pressing my lips to hers.

I reached behind her and unzipped her dress before taking it off her shoulders. She fully took it off along with her shoes before I grabbed her from under her thighs and lifted her up.

She wrapped her legs around my waist as our kiss continued, and I led her over to the bed before roughly tossing her down on it.

I made quick use of my suit before getting on top of her.

"Last time I was being nice, but now I'm really not going to hold back this time," I said, pinning her hands above her head.

"Then don't," she said, biting her lip.

"God, you're going to be the death of me," I groaned, smashing my lips onto hers.

Our lips moved together, and I trailed my hand down her body, squeezing her waist, before slowly trailing my hand down into her underwear and starting to rub her.

She moaned into a kiss, and I pulled away and focused my attention on her neck, sucking on the skin.

"God, Moon," she whimpered, her nails digging into my hands.

I slowly pushed two fingers into her, making her back arch and leaving her lips.

"You like that, my beta?" I growled into her ear.

"Yes," she whined out.

I curled my fingers, and she let out a loud moan, buckling her hips to meet my movements.

I started pumping my fingers into her until I hit a certain spot, and based on her expression, I knew I had found her g-spot, so I roughly moved my fingers into that same spot.

Her nails dug into the skin of my hands, almost drawing blood.

"Fuck! Moon, don't stop!" She cried out.

"Don't plan to," I groaned under my breath, feeling her walls close around my fingers until she bit her hand, covering the loud scream that came from her throat as she came onto my fingers, her eyes turning gold.

"You taste so good," I moaned, licking my fingers clean, and I saw her face heat up.

I was surprised when she flipped us over and slowly pulled my boxers down before tossing them away.

I watched as she wrapped her soft hands around my eraction and started stroking it gently. "Oh fuck," I groaned, leaning my head back against the pillows.

She stopped stroking and replaced her hand with her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip before lowering her head further down and bobbing her head up and down.

"God damn Willa," I moaned, grabbing her hair in a ponytail and slowly moving her head faster.

She hummed around me while looking into my eyes. The vibration only bumped up the pleasure even more.

After a few minutes, she started to move her head at lightning speed while adding her hand to get the rest she couldn't fit in her mouth.

My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I was completely on cloud nine. At this point, I gripped her hair tighter as I felt my climax getting closer.

I groaned loudly and slammed her head down when my climax finally hit me. I removed my hand from her hair, and she took me out of her mouth with a wet pop.

"How did you manage to do that?" I asked breathlessly, and she just shrugged her shoulders.

"Natural instinct" was all she said before climbing onto my lap.

I grabbed her hips as she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra before taking it off and tossing it behind her.

I flipped us over and flipped her onto her stomach, hoisting her hips up before pushing into her and immediately starting at a rough pace, giving her no time to adjust.

"Oh god!" She moaned, gripping the cover tightly.

"Told you I wasn't holding back." I chuckled breathlessly, my hair falling over my face as I dug my claws deeper into her skin, quickening my pace.

Her head collapsed onto the pillows, and the only sound coming from her was small whimpers and moans.

I leaned my head down towards her shoulder and dug my canines into the skin, leaving a bite mark.

"You tired, Will's?" I asked with a smirk.

"N-no," she grunted when I started to slow my thrusts but did rough strokes.

I pulled out of her and flipped her over, grabbing her legs and hoisting them on my shoulders before pushing back into her.

She bit her lip as I continued my same pace, and I couldn't tell she was trying to keep her noises in, but she was failing miserably because I could hear the occasional small moan leave her lips.

I growled loudly, feeling my climax getting closer and her walls closing around me at the same time.

I removed her legs from her shoulders, lifted her hips, and started slamming mine into hers. Her eyes rolled back as she let all of her sounds out.

I was glad the pups rooms were on the other side, but I really couldn't say the same for Wyatt or Wynter if they were even back already, which I'm pretty sure they were.

Our sounds got louder until I slammed into her for the final time, both of our eyes glowing golden as I released inside of her.

I rode out our highs before pulling out and plopping down beside her.

"Wow," Willa said, and I laughed.

"You're not wrong," I said.

"Wait a second, did everyone outside hear us?" She asked in an alarmed tone.

"I don't think so," I replied honestly. I didn't know and quite frankly didn't care.

"Today was an amazing night," she hummed, placing her head on my chest.

"Indeed, it was," I said, giving her a kiss on the lips before we both dozed off to sleep.

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Birdsongs

Chapter 4

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Summary: The Life Pilgrimage is the biggest music festival of the century, set to take place all across the continent. Small-time rock band, GIST, and the up-and-coming alternative band, Empire, are both lucky to be among the hundreds set to make appearances, but there's just one problem. Neither can afford the travel expenses on their own. For better or worse, they're stuck with each other for the next five weeks as they try to make their dreams come true.

And, perhaps, among the chaos and music, two unsuspecting souls find one another...

Ships: Jimmy/Tango (slow burn romantic), Joel/Lizzie (romantic), Jimmy & Scott (platonic)

Warnings: Alcohol, drugs, anxiety attack, public performance, singing

As it turned out, Jimmy and Tango were, in fact, especially bad at putting up a tent.

“Have you never set one up?” Tango asked in a huff while his companion detangled him from the collapsed structure.

Jimmy managed to finally yank it over his head, coming face to face with Tango as he shook his head. “No, the two times I ever went camping Scott set it up for me. Have you never…?”

“I’mma be honest with you, Jimbo.” He was interrupted by a grunt as he pushed himself up onto his feet. “The closest to camping I’ve ever done is when I lived outa my car for two weeks in college, and a couple tailgate parties.”

“You were homeless?” Jimmy seemed genuinely distressed, as if it weren’t over a decade ago.

To that, though, Tango had to cringe as the memory came back to him. He wavered his hand. “Well, kinda? Me and our old bandmate sorta got kicked out of the dorms until they could fix the damage we caused. Honestly, kinda amazed they let us back in.”

“What? What did you do?”

“I’ll spare you the details and leave it at the fact that homemade rocket fuel is illegal for a reason.”

Jimmy choked, then sputtered. “What!” It wasn’t the first time Tango got that specific face from that story, and was the main reason he avoided recounting it. A face usually followed by- “I thought you were going to say you punched the drywall or something!” Yep. Right as expected.

“Yeah, well, that would be a normal and boring reason to get kicked out. And me and Zed? Couldn’t let that happen. That’s college for ya.”

“I can’t say that was my college experience…”

“That’s probably because you didn’t know enough engineering majors!” Tango swung his arm out with one of the poles, “I knew a group o’ guys whose final project was smithing a historically accurate bronze age sword from scratch. Most of the project was spent tryna spell manganese for their paper, sword was the easy part.”

There was a pause where Jimmy seemed to consider the statement before he sighed in amusement and laid out the tent. “C’mon, Rocketman, Sixth time’s the charm.”

The two absentmindedly worked, mostly just trying to find which end went where. It figures Skizz would pack some old military surplus tent from the Napoleonic Wars he found in the back of his attic instead of just buying a nice easy setup tent from Big Box or something. Tango held the tarp steady while Jimmy triple checked the poles were slotted in place, backing away like it was a wild animal. At this rate, with how much attitude it was giving them, it might as well be.

“So, you went to college?” Tango asked as he tied the tarp down to a joint.

Jimmy ducked past him to pick up another pole. “Is that surprising?” His tone turned defensive, and Tango could imagine his hackles rising.

“No! No… Well, kinda?” He quickly yanked the tarp back just as Jimmy set the pole into the ground. “With the band stuff.”

“Gosh, imagine making a living wage off being in a band!”

“Fair, fair.” Tango conceded, “So what was it for?”

“Well…” Jimmy’s voice wavered, mulling over something. “I was hoping to be a teacher, but it didn’t really pan out. Probably for the best, I hear the pay isn’t very good.”

Tango listened as he gathered his thoughts, batting around the last pole in the general direction of the rambling man. It tapped the back of his hand and instantly was gripped tight enough to yank out of Tango’s hand while Jimmy continued, absently waving it. “It really sucked, actually. The classes were super difficult, I had to retake them a bunch. And that was if I got the class, which I didn’t several times. Scott and Lizzie wanted to go full-time when we were putting our first real album together and I got outa there pretty quick.”

“At least you got the experience?” Was the only lame sentiment that came to Tango.

Jimmy shrugged, unbothered and with a bit of a smile on his face. “Just wasn’t meant to be, but it was a nice experience. I just hop around now, and Lizzie barely asks for rent so I don’t need much.” He dismissed, spoken like a true upper-middle class kid. All Tango could think was how much money it must have been repeating classes.

“I mean that’s probably for the best.” He said instead. “Pretty sure Impy and Skizz are dipping into their sick days for this trip.”

“Oh, goodness me.”

Something about the way Jimmy said those words made Tango bowl over laughing. Despite being younger than Tango, he sounded like an elderly man who just heard something scandalous over the phone. Was it the accent? It probably was. Jimmy shuffled a bit, seemingly unsure if he should laugh along or be offended. He instead focused on the tent, driving the last pole through the loop and into the ground. Both men backed up cautiously, watching and waiting for the tent to suddenly collapse in on itself or maybe spontaneously combust.

It did neither. Though it scooched about in the breeze a bit from not being spiked down, it was built about as proper as could be told. They looked at each other with pure relief which melted into excitement. “I’ll get the mattress!” Tango sprinted off, catching Jimmy picking up his guitar and crawling inside. It suddenly hit him, how cozy it was going to be with the three of them in there. Oh well, at least he got his cuddle buddy. More important than that, getting to sleep outside instead of on that awful table.

It wasn’t until several hours later, after dinner had long since served, with the air already smoky with whatever Skizz and Fwhip were smoking around back, and the two laid staring at the roof of the tent shoulder to shoulder, that they spoke again. Tango honestly thought Jimmy had already fallen asleep. Then he shifted, shoulder rolling into Tango’s to catch his attention.

“Once we’re done tomorrow, can I come watch you guys?”

Tango blinked, “You can watch whatever shows you want.”

“R-right.” Jimmy shifted away.

God, he knew exactly what to say, didn’t he? Tango stuttered for a moment. “I wanna watch you guys too, then.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Too late. I’m gonna.”

Jimmy laughed, then winced as his knee banged into his guitar case. He was a long fellow, unable to sleep in the tent without either bending or sticking his feet out the front. Despite that he took up such a small space, even with his guitar. It wouldn’t do, Tango decided. He shuffled over until there was enough of a gap between them to catch Jimmy’s attention, and patted the space. “C’mon, don’t be a stranger.”

“Oh, it’s fine-”

“Nope, get over here.”

“I have plenty of room!”

“You look like a sardine. C’mon, I’m not a big guy, you take the space.”

Jimmy’s eyes darted from him to the gap between them. With the space now open, however, cold air flooded from outside, sending a shiver through both. It quickly became reoccupied by the guitarist. A bit too quickly, as he overshot the gap and pressed himself right up against Tango. How accidental it was seemed up in the air, but either way he made no move to… well, move. “I can’t wait to get to somewhere warmer.” He muttered, pulling his sleeping bag up to his chin.

“I’m afraid it’s probably not gonna be much warmer at night anywhere.” Tango laughed. He settled into the new warmth, still too awake. Why didn’t he try fixing his sleep schedule before they left?

Jimmy was quiet for another moment, then whispered. “If I get tangled in the cords trying to do some stupid dance move I wasn’t supposed to and fall off the stage, you can’t laugh at me, okay?”

Tango snorted in an attempt not to laugh too loud, sending a gust across Jimmy’s bangs. “That’s specific. I’ll be in the front row, so if you go down so’m’I.”

“Nooo…” Jimmy groaned.

“Don’t worry, I’ll try catching you. I think you’d crush me before I do, though.”

“We aren’t a mosh pit type of band, Tango, you shouldn’t be getting crushed.”

“Well you can return the favour at our show, ‘cause I will stage dive and I will aim for you.”

“I change my mind.”

This time Tango couldn’t stop the laugh, which Jimmy joined in on. “Get some sleep, partner, we got songs to mess up and stages to fall off.”

“Jimmy move back, you’re too close to the edge of the stage.”

The cords at their feet were a pit of vipers snapping at his ankles as he tried to move back as his sister asked. His guitar weighed thrice as much that day, threatening to tear his shoulder out of its socket in its ongoing mission to shatter at his feet. The notes of their first song had danced right out of his mind, then the page Scott shoved in front of him. They floated above him, indecipherable from the shadows of the rafters. Joel tried to console him, but it amounted to claiming ignorance to his failure that was not nearly as comforting at Joel seemed to believe.

Everyone scurried around him while he tried his best to keep out of their way. His finger tapped anxiously against the remnant scraps of the poppy sticker, situated at the topmost corner where his hand naturally rested. A panic button. Jimmy wasn’t sure if it made a particular sound or if the tapping itself was so obvious. Either way, like clockwork ten seconds into the action, there was a hand on his shoulder. Scott’s bow dug into his neck as he rubbed comforting circles. They were just as much for Jimmy as they were for Scott, even if he would never show it. It all felt a little too anxious to call a good luck routine, but a routine it was, all the same.

“This is crowd’s small compared to what we’ll be seeing at other venues.” Scott rambled, making Jimmy all too aware there was no curtain to hide behind on the open-air stage. “Think of it as a warm up, a taste of what to expect for the rest of the pilgrimage.”

“Yeah.” He said, curt.

“We’re starting with pescatarian. The easiest guitar, ‘kay?”

If Jimmy weren’t terrified out of his mind he’d roll his eyes at Scott’s use of the song title from their disc jacket, rather than the one they’d all used long before Jimmy officially joined them. “’Kay.”

“Just follow my lead and we’ll be fine.” Scott tried to assure. It was, if only slightly.

Their conversation was interrupted by the crack of fireworks and whirl of blades. Everyone looked up into the sky, right to where a neon pink helicopter hovered. Jimmy could pinpoint from where in the crowds the uproar rippled out from. The few large projectors dotted beside each stage zoomed in. Out stepped Arianna Griande, her feathered coat going wild from the winds around it. Just behind her was her two favourite backup dancers. She waved to the crowd, and then she jumped.

There was a chorus of gasps and screams. Jimmy felt his own heart jump into his throat, despite knowing what was most certain to follow. As she plunged towards the ground the wings on her back burst open, becoming a parachute just as glitter canons went off below her. The crowd cheered louder than ever as her feet hit the main stage, the camera not bothering to follow her back up dancers as they, too, leapt after her.

She bowed, then threw her hands up, “Welcome, Pilgrims, to the first stage of our lives!”

Jimmy thought his eardrums might burst from the crowds cheers alone. Griande’s grin was impossibly wide, dancing across the stage as if touching the ground was passé. “And what a stage it is, is it not? Open, borderless, the sky’s the limit. Everyone take your first breath into this world!”

Despite the cheesiness, Jimmy found himself taking a deep breath along with several in the crowd.

She, too, took a breath, hand over her chest. “This was where I saw my first concert, the place where I was reborn into who I am today. I’m sure every one of us has that place. Can you see it in your mind? Let us take your spirit there as you let in the very first notes of our pilgrimage this weekend. Today, right now, every one of us is reborn!” Her hands went up, unable to contain her own excitement, and the crowds fed from her. No music had begun to play and they were already jumping about like popcorn.

The distant vibrations of the main stage thrummed through their blood. “It’s almost our time.” Joel announced from his seat. Scott released Jimmy’s shoulder to get in position. Their crowd was beginning to get riled up, hundreds of eyes watching them expectantly and cheering as Lizzie stepped forward to introduce them. Jimmy thought he might throw up.

A small commotion was happening in the horde just left of Jimmy. Fiery blond hair pushed past two folks, slamming into the railing just in front of the stage hard enough to nearly knock his red tinted glasses straight off. Tango struggled to recover, grimacing as he righted himself. His eyes met Jimmy’s and it turned into a beaming grin, hands outstretched in a catching motion. His fingers curled in. once, twice, thrice. Amusement bubbled up in Jimmy’s throat.

Behind him, Joel was snickering. Lizzie’s hands dropped to her keyboard and Scott had placed his fiddle to his shoulder. It was time to play. Tango settled down against the railing, cool as a cucumber as he tapped along to Joel setting the pace.

In all their years of playing, the first note had never come so easy Jimmy. He thinks it might not have even been the right one, with the side eye Scott sent him, but if it wasn’t it left his mind by the second note.

Lizzie and Scott were always in their own distant world when playing, and maybe for the first time Jimmy was there also. Every time he felt himself become too aware once more, felt the vipers tense against his sneakers, he glanced back over to Tango. The way his nail tapped against the metal rail, how his eyes never met Jimmy’s but seemed laser focused on his guitar, mouthing notes a quarter second after they played. If Jimmy tripped and fell he wasn’t sure Tango wouldn’t also collapse to the ground, despite his claims to catch Jimmy the night before.

The song slowed to its conclusion, the crowd already cheering and Jimmy already wondering how he could thank Tango for something that was all in Jimmy’s head. Scott seemed pleased, taking the mic from Lizzie to speak to the crowds and introduce their next song.

They slipped into some sort of groove, Jimmy nearly forgetting Tango was there as he watched his bandmates carefully. Scott led them again, then Lizzie in the third. It was a song she’d written a few years ago. To an onlooker maybe it sounded deep, profound even, about an endless, unreachable longing. Only her bandmates had to hold back their laughter, knowing full well it was about her breaking her VHS of The Little Mermaid.

It was the charm of her poetry, though. Jimmy wished he could see the world as overwhelmingly vibrant as her. He almost could, when he played her songs. Lights seemed brighter, grass greener, feedback from the speakers too loud, every note reverberating through his bones. At the same time, it was hard to remember where he even stood or where the sounds came from. How could he separate the faces in the crowd in front of him when he could feel every microscopic fault along his guitar strings? It was the sort of combination of hyper awareness and total obliviousness Lizzie always existed in. It decided what notes she chose and how she played them.

It was about something silly and replaceable, as had been done the day after she shared the song with them. But why shouldn’t she have been so distraught that she wrote an entire song before she remembered she could get a new copy? It broke because it was the thousandth time she’d shoved it a little too hard into the player after a terrible day.

It was the same as when they were teenagers, the first time he played something they’d created instead of out of a book. He’d never felt he understood his sister as well as he did then, while playing a song she wrote. Scott may have been the reason he started playing, but Lizzie had been what kept him playing back then, if only to play her songs.

If only in hopes it wouldn’t be such a one-way street someday.

I’ve gone and upset myself again. He huffed while Lizzie faded out the song. Escaping from Lizzie’s trance, his eyes settled back into the crowd. Whatever internal collapse just happened had thankfully not shown, as they went wild. No one cheered quite as loud as Tango, though it may just be due to familiarity that his voice stood out. Jimmy chest puffed up with pride. Why was he psyching himself out even when things were going well? He could worry about existential things in the privacy of the tent. Jimmy took a deep breath and waited eagerly for the next song to begin.

The last two went by in a blur. He knows Lizzie and Scott finished off with their duet, a showtune with no show, overly flashy and fun. It stuck out like a sore thumb, but that was the point according to them. Some visions Jimmy would simply never get, but it was always a fun last song to play.

“Thank you so much, everyone! We’ll see you again in the valley!” Lizzie announced as the rest of them shuffled off the stage as swiftly as possible.

Fwhip was waiting for them, barely containing his excitement with thinnest veneer of professionalism. As soon as Jimmy was in range it shattered, and Jimmy was dragged through into a hug. “You guys did amazing!” He squealed.

“Of course we did!” Lizzie said, attempting casualness. It did little to cover up her smile and the shine in her eyes. Her makeup had begun to bleed under the hot lights of the stage, rubbing off on her towel. “Goodness, though, I need a nice bath, I was sweating buckets before we even started.”

“You can go take a shower first, we’ll take care of everything.” Scott promised, wiping away his own running makeup. Jimmy was glad he’d only let them smear a bit of glitter across his cheeks. It would have been in a puddle on the stage before their first song.

Lizzie threw her case over her shoulder, gave her husband a kiss and the other two hugs. Jimmy shuffled his guitar around to give her room but she pulled him down into a bear grip that knocked it right back off his shoulder. “You did great today, Jimmy.” She whispered. Then she was off. “Don’t go to the food trucks without me!”

On her way out she paused, speaking into the crowd before continuing. It was Tango, now joined by Gem and Pearl, waiting for them all to finish packing up. “Great show, guys!” Gem beamed. The two bands had seen little of each other once they began to get ready, Empire going first for their earlier show. Now, an hour out from GIST’s performance, Gem dressed much more in line with Tango and Skizz’s punkish appearance. Though her accents were still bright, they were much harsher, and she’d undone her pigtails. Her makeup and jewellery still needed to be put on, but even without them she’d completely transformed.

“Were you here?” Jimmy asked, then clammed up as he realized how it sounded. Gem didn’t seem to notice, however.

“Yeah, though Tango ran off without us!” She teased, punching the man in the shoulder. He yelped, then shrugged. “There were so many tall people, Pearl had to pick me up at one point.”

The group chattered all the way back to the trailer, where Skizz awaited with an open bag of kettle corn. The next hour was peaceful. The two bands switched back and forth between GIST putting on their costumes and Empire removing them. Scott packed it all away, only having one show scheduled for the venue. They were free for the rest of the weekend from the mortification of performing, and Jimmy couldn’t be happier.

Impulse popped out of the trailer last, somehow still rocking the ‘dad at a barbeque’ look despite the makeup and piercings and leather. He was the last puzzle piece, and as soon as Gem got her pictures, they were off for final setup.

“They’re quite energetic for their age.” Scott commented.

Pearl shrugged. “They aren’t that old... And I’m pretty sure skizz took something while Impulse was in the bathroom.”

“Gods, speaking of, I think I’m about ready to die from stress.” Scott slid onto his feet only to lean against the trailer and put a dramatic hand to his forehead.

After a good chuckle Pearl also stood, pointing past the trailer. “There’s a band called HHH next door. I know the drummer. They always got good stuff.”

“Great, let’s go.”

They walked off with barely a wave to Jimmy, arm in arm. He raised an eyebrow that would never be seen, then shook his head. If they were going to ditch him for some weed he wasn’t going to wait around. He slung his guitar over his shoulder and went on a slow exploration for GIST’s stage.

The number of bands was nearly overwhelming. A psychedelic band that left Jimmy feeling like a boat in a storm was followed by a single guy with a metal mask shredding solo on the fanciest guitar Jimmy had ever seen. It wasn’t clear if he was playing an actual song or just showing off.

The first act he actually recognized was In the Littlewood, a ska punk band whose tape had wound up in Empire’s collection with a box of others bought for five bucks from a friend of a friend. It saw much more play than the rest in no small part thanks to the strange, complicated cords the lead guitarist pulled off. Or rather, usually pulled off and happily fumbled his way through the rest of the time. The same song he’d heard hundreds of times before was nearly unrecognizable at parts for how the band rebuilt the tune on the fly. It was a blasé attitude Jimmy had neither the skill nor the confidence to pull off.

Some noise-heavy act was just wrapping up as Jimmy found the stage GIST was to play on next. They’d gathered near the edge, half-listening to the previous band and half-prepared to set up the second they stepped off stage.

Tango waved him over. “We saved you a spot.” He explained as he oriented the taller right at the front. “Gotta be able to find you easy when I stage dive.”

“Wait, you aren’t actually going to jump, are you?” Jimmy warbled, eyes wide.

“Guess you’ll have to find out!”

This was going to end poorly.

Soon they were up on stage. Even before their set had started they roused a friendly atmosphere with casual conversation, contrasting greatly their appearance. Tango’s hair had been properly gelled and temporarily dyed to be much more vibrant like flames. He’d switched to a tank top under his vest that properly showed off the half-sleeve tattoo of... Well, Jimmy wasn’t actually quite sure what it was. It almost look like a maze, leading up to an icy castle. The other arm sported a much simpler tattoo that simply said ‘ZITS’. Impulse and Skizz sported matching ones in the same place. Below it was a GIST tattoo, smaller and bit more creatively scrawled, for which Gem also sported. Considering how much of a baby she could be, it was a surprise she agreed to get it.

Or maybe it wasn’t so surprising. The redhead had always been bubbly and outgoing, but Jimmy had never seen her quite as giddy as she was now, wavering between nerves and excitement. She bounced between her bandmates, checking one last time that they were all ready, before she snatched up the mic.

“Hey! How’s it going everyone!” Gem screamed loud enough the mic seemed redundant. The crowd burst with excitement, Jimmy nearly getting pushed over the railing by their zeal. Gem was giggling with absolute glee, bouncing on her heels from the reception. It was a motion Jimmy couldn’t help mirror. “Oh my god I can’t believe we’re actually here! How is everyone feeling? Are we ready for the biggest trip of our lives!?”

Jimmy cupped his mouth and shouted, joining in the collective approval. They were whispers next to Skizz’s battle cry. “Okay, okay! So-” Gem cut herself off with a squeal, red faced and shaking her free hand of the excess energy keeping her on her toes. “Sorry, Oh my god. Ah! I’m Gem, and these geezers-”

“Hey!” Tango shouted.

“Sorry, these big babies are Impulse, Skizz, and Tango, and together we’re the GIST and we’re here to rock your socks off!”

“Well, what if I’m not wearing socks, huh, Gemstone?” Skizz asked, which she responded to by blowing a raspberry. Jimmy laughed along with the crowd while Gem tried to keep them on track. Her face was already flushed by the time she announced their first song, the name of which Jimmy never caught through the uproar around him.

Tango was the one to lead, swiping the first note before Gem had stopped talking. It was a long beginning of instrumentals, one Jimmy suspected wasn’t originally so long. Gem, however, had her eyes trained on her guitar, still reeling from the excitement. Once the poor girl could breathe she stepped forward and the rest of the band immediately switched gears so naturally Jimmy felt himself physically swept up alongside them, his feet stumbling.

It’d been a long time since he’d witnessed such energy in a live performance. Nothing complicated, nothing ground-breaking, except when the wild assault of colour felt like it really was breaking the ground beneath his feet. GIST were truly purely hard rock, unencumbered by propriety. The actual lyrics completely slipped in one ear and out the other until the chorus burst forth and Gem was singing too loudly, “... And if you come to your senses, I’ve got a rocket ready to take us back to space!”

The music dropped, Impulse taking up the mic under a muffled hand while Tango and Gem combined the sound. A count down, Jimmy realized. It was ridiculous how closely it came to sounding like the real thing. When Skizz joined in to create a noise not like but similarly overwhelming to a rocket launching it sunk in that he never was supposed to hear the lyrics. Tango looked positively giddy at whatever strange orchestral storytelling they smashed together with their otherwise basic spread of instruments. No one of their parts was impressive on its own, but they blended into a singular mass Jimmy found difficult to pinpoint the individual parts within, even while watching strings being plucked. By the time the song lulled to its end Jimmy’s own heart had joined the cacophony.

A few people in the crowd could sing along to their lyrics. Jimmy joined them in the chorus, tripping up when Gem switched up one of the lines and giggling his way through the rest when Tango noticed and turned his nose up in mock smugness. He’d have to ask Pearl to borrow one of their discs so he could learn the lyrics for next time.

The rest of the songs felt like walking through a kaleidoscope. Nothing Jimmy hadn’t heard before, one was even a cover of a country song he’d heard Impulse playing in the van. Their lyrics were nothing to write home about, downright corny at points. They didn’t need to be, not with grins as wide as theirs. It was overwhelming.

Gem nearly jumped off the stage as the last song came to a close, her wildly styled hair flying all over. Tango’s hair, too, had started to lose its structure but he looked like he’d only just warmed up. It bled into the crowd cheering them on, which bled back into GIST. If there weren’t already another band waiting Jimmy had no doubt they would have been happy to play every song they’ve ever written until they collapsed from exhaustion. Alas, someone off stage sent a signal to them, and Gem was forced to wrap it up. Jimmy was surprised to find he was just as disappointed as GIST it had come to an end.

“That was amazing!” Jimmy said, intercepting the band as they escaped.

Pearl pushed past him to replace each of their water bottles for refilled ones. Tango snatched his up and immediately pressed it against Jimmy’s face, laughing as he jumped away. “You’re nearly as red as we are.”

“Well, it was a good show!” He pouted, then swiftly put behind him. “Are you playing again this weekend?”

Impulse replied, “Nah, I don’t think so. I think only main stage bands get to play multiple times most places.”

“Which means we’re gonna probably head out early so we can get an extra day to make it to the next destination.” Pearl declared.

“Whu- but Horsehead Farms doesn’t play until Sunday night!” Tango whined.

“You’ll be able to catch them at the other venues. Besides, Gem needs to rest.”

Jimmy blinked at the singer, who looked sheepish while Impulse rubbed her back. “I’m totally fine.” Her voice cracked painfully leading to a coughing fit. A roll of halls appeared in front of her, waved until she begrudgingly snatched them up.

“Glitter Girl has a bad habit of going all out, start to finish.” Tango explained, which got him a silly face from his bandmate.

“Like you’re any better.”

“My instrument ain’t my amazing voice!”

“Either way, we can’t have your voice shot if we gotta play again in a few days.” Pearl ended the argument, pushing between the two to take Gem away with Impulse. “I’ll go make some lemon tea. You guys should go have fun before we start packing up in the morning.”

Jimmy nodded and turned to Tango, hoping to ask the man to join him. He never got a chance. Tango hopped the railing and wrapped an arm around Jimmy’s neck, dragging him off without request.

They waded into the muddy crowds, Tango’s heavy boots splashing through the muck. The air was thick with the most pungent mixture of smokes and Jimmy was sure they were starting to get to him. At the intersection of stages they could all faintly rang over the crowds cheers. “Got anyone you wanna check out, partner?” Shouted Tango, barely audible despite no particular noise in the vicinity.

“I don’t even know who’s playing.” Jimmy admitted.

“Then I guess we follow the sound we like best.”

So that was what they did. A tune caught one of their ears. Jimmy wasn’t even sure which, only that they had stumbled off towards the open stage with more excitement than what they found warranted. It was probably a sign when a can tossed haphazardly over someone’s shoulder bounced off Tango’s head and smacked Jimmy in the face. Slipping in the mud onto their butts when a wave swept through the crowd was most certainly one. The singer was off key from nerves. Jimmy’s eyes stung from the dust and smoke. Halfway through the next mediocre song they realized the can had cut his nose. There was a ringing in his ears from standing too close to the speaker. He had to cover them when everyone started screaming at the start of a done-to-death cover. At one point Jimmy felt himself go red from second hand embarrassment when the singer tried to get the crowd to sing along to a song nobody knew.

It was the most fun he’d had in years.

The lounges and bars they’d near-exclusively spent the last five years in were a distant nightmare. When was the last time they went to a big concert instead of just catching the act after them?

They didn’t even wait for the goodbyes to end before they moved on to another stage. The main stage, it seemed. Griande was still going, dancing her heart out. Lizzie adored her glitter, but even she’d balk at Griande now. She was on to one of her pop-ier songs, a silly love song, but Griande could make anything sound like the most romantic lyrics you’d ever heard.

While singing along with the rest of the crowd he caught sight of Tango from the corner of his vision. It wasn’t his jam, Jimmy could have guessed that the moment he met the guy, but he was still swaying, a big grin on him. Jimmy bounced on his heels, singing along with renewed vigour.

“You’re gonna shoot your voice, there, partner.” Tango joked as the next song began.

Jimmy could hardly stop to reply, “It’s not like I need it, what’s the worst that can happen?”

“I dunno, you start sounding like me?”

“Stop it, no I won’t! You take that back!”

“Ouch.” But there was no real hurt in Tango’s voice. He slung an arm around Jimmy’s shoulder, tearing his gaze away from the stage and onto a water bottle Tango offered up. “At least oil the pipes.”

The water bottle was snatched up, even as Jimmy gave him a raised eyebrow. “I feel like there were better ways you could have put that.”

“Reasons I write lyrics as often as I sing ‘em.” He shrugged. “We can’t all be pretty little canaries like you.”

Jimmy choked mid gulp, laughter turning to pained coughs as water came back up his nose. Tango made the most ridiculously inhuman noise as he jumped back, not helping Jimmy at all in remembering how to breathe.

“Not those pipes!” Tango chastised, though he’d begun to laugh as well while he helped Jimmy wipe his face off.

“That was one of the lamest thing I’ve ever heard.” Jimmy gasped. His face had gone red for too many reasons to count.

They wandered towards the back of the crowd until they found a spot to sit in the grass. “But not the lamest? I guess I gotta try harder next time.”

That’s what he cared about? Jimmy covered his eyes and tried not to start laugh again. His throat and nose stung but he croaked out, “Where to next?”

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3 | Pro-Cheerleader or Pro-Zombie

Series: A Zombie's Serenity

Paring: Zed Necrodopolis x OFC Buchanan!

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Might be a few mistakes, and I'm using Brenna D'Amico as how the OC's looks

| MASTERLIST |

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The more Zed kept winning games it let zombies be more included and liked by the school. Bucky kept his eye on me like a damn hawk which was ridiculous. Now he was getting annoyed he had to keep an eye on Addison as well because he could tell she had a crush on him. As I walk by the cheer table wanting to go sit with the zombies, Bucky stops me then grabs Addison as she tries to walk over there too.

"You're either pro-cheerleader, or pro-zombie. Decide now." He tells us.

Addison tries to talk back but he won't have it. "I... I wanna be a cheerleader. That's all I ever wanted." She tells him.

"Good. Sis?" He stares me down.

"I'll return the uniform tomorrow after I wash it." I smile at him and he looks at me shocked so does Addison as I walk over to the zombies. "I just wanted to let you know I won't be cheering for you at the next football game on the sideline." I walk up to Zed.

"Why?" He looks upset. "Because I'll be cheering for you in the stands out if this uniform." I take a seat across from him.

"You got kicked off?" He ask shocked.

"I quit. Bucky said pro cheerleader or pro zombie. So I told him I'll return it tomorrow after I wash it." I smile.

"You shouldn't have done that." He tells me.

"Who cares." I mess with my hair letting down the white part and people look at me.

"That's your natural hair?" Eliza asks me.

"Yeah." I smile.

"It's cool. Also if you want to sit with us at the football game you can." She says shocking me.

"Really?" I ask.

"You picked zombies over cheer so I guess you aren't bad." She makes me smile.

Before the football game I had time to go home and change clothes, while my parents weren't there to ask questions. "Serenity!" Eliza waves for me to join them so I jog up the bleachers. "This is Zed's dad and little sister Zoey." She introduces them to me.

"The girl that got lost." His dad remembers me.

"Yep." I laughs taking a seat with them.

"Eliza said you quit cheerleading to be friends with us?" Zoey asks me.

"I did because my brother is mean." I give her a smile.

"Your outfit isn't very pink or blue pastel..." Eliza eyes me.

"My parents don't even know I own rip jeans. Plus the same three color get so tiring." I huff.

"I got you cover." She give me a wink.

"Go Seabrook! Go Zed!" Zoey cheers as the football team comes out and the crowd cheers for him.

"Wooo! Lets go Seabrook!" I stand up and shout. As the game goes on I see Zoey pouting trying to see around people. "Want me to pick you up so you can see?" I ask her.

"Please." She gets a big smile so I place her on my hip. Eliza looks at me giving me a smile, "Let's go zombie!" Zoey chants making a few around us chant.

Zed look over as the team hurdles and points at us making Zoey wave her arms around cheering. I found her so adorable. As Zed wins the game the crowd goes wild. It felt nice seeing the school win because before him it's been years. "Will you sit with us at the next game?" Zoey asks as they wait for Zed to come out to go home.

"Of course I will. I'm going to sitting with you guys till there's no more games. Is that okay with you?" I ask bending down to her height.

"Are you kidding me? Of course not." She wraps her arms around my waist hugging me.

"Zoey, don't scare her off now." Her dad chuckles.

"She won't. It's okay." I pick her up and give her a hug.

"Serenity!" We all look over at Bucky in the distance with Addison looking down as they head off.

"I feel bad you're related to him." Eliza shakes her head.

"Me too." I laugh. "I gotta go." I turn to leave but bump into Zed.

"Hello, there." I look up at him.

"Good game. I would chitchat but Bucky is ready to go home and tell on me for quitting." I give him a hug before jogging off.

As soon as we got home my parents freeze in place when they see Bucky in uniform and not me. "Care to explain?" My mother motions at me.

"Yeah, explain sis." Bucky crosses his arms.

"I quit the squad because Bucky gave me the option to." I tell them straight up.

"You gave her an option?" Dad looks at him.

"I told her cheer or zombies and she picked them over cheer!" He shouts.

"You pick zombies over cheerleading? Something you love?" My mom gasps.

"You guys love cheer... I just like doing it for fun. It's not that serious. Plus zombies aren't bad." I tell them.

"You're grounded." My mom huffs.

"For quitting cheer? Seriously?" I laugh.

"Yes." My father says.

"Fine." I go to my room.

"Have you seen your girlfriend?" Eliza walks up to Zed at his locker.

"She's not my girlfriend." Zed looks at her.

"You want her to be." She winks at him.

"Why do you want to know where she is?" He asks.

"I had an extra jacket lying around and made it up for her." Eliza shoes him the jacket.

"I thought you don't like humans. What makes Serenity so special?" He closes his locker.

"She's different. She liked us before you started winning football games. Maybe I was too quick to judge." Eliza admits to him.

"Here she comes." He nods his head as Serenity walks up.

"Morning." She smiles at them.

"For you." Eliza shows her the jacket.

"Really? I love it. Thank you." She gives Eliza a hug.

"I'm thought you would. I gotta find Bonzo." Eliza leaves the two.

"Zoey hasn't stopped talking a you." They walk together to her locker.

"She's the cutest by the way." They stop at her locker.

"She is." He smiles.

"You still grounded since you quit?" He asks leaning against the lockers next to hers.

"Yep. I still can't even hang out with with Addison past a certain time. By the way she still cheers for you in the inside." Serenity lets him know as she shuts her locker.

"She's being a good friend from afar." He makes her laugh.

"She still has a crush on you." Serenity puts her finger to her lips.

"And I have a crush on her cousin." He smiles as they walk together.

"You have a crush on my brother?" Serenity decides to joke around.

"No, I meant the one with half white hair and quit cheer. I'm actually walking with them right now."

"Well, I hear they have a crush on you too." She nudges him as they walk.

"That's great to hear. I'll see you." He winks walking off as Addison and Bree join Serenity.

"You like him don't you?" Addison gives her a look.

"He's nice." Serenity starts to walk with a smile across her face.

"But you remember, Addie said she liked him first." Bree makes Serenity look at her.

"It doesn't matter if I said it first because he obviously like her back. Zed's cool even as a friend but I'm too scared to be straightforward about being friends with him in public because of Bucky." Addison sighs.

"You need not to care. Like me. I got class." Serenity leaves the girls.

"You're jealous he likes her, aren't you?" Bree looks at Addison.

"Of course I am. He's cute, nice, and funny. No matter how hard I tried to flirt with him he always ended up looking at her. I love Serenity because she's family but... I've always been jealous of her growing up. She had it easier to fit in with our family secret. Now she shows it off and no one says anything about but for me it would be different. She has never cared about what people thought about her. She's comfortable going against family. I never feel like I know who I am while she seems to have herself figured out." Addison rants to Bree about her personal feelings.

"Does she know you feel that way?" Bree asks.

"No. She's never done anything wrong. It's just all me." Addison walks off to class.

Serenity laughs watching Zed signing autographs for students as they all sit together at a table during break. "Just don't end up like my brother signing all these autographs. If you do, I can't talk to you anymore." She laughs at him as he finishes up.

"I won't even talk to him anymore." Eliza stands up with her laptop, "Okay, I'm off to computer club. Me. I think I might be happy?" She leaves makes the three laugh.

Bonzo gets up and heads off to music, "Have fun." Serenity tells him.

"You know zombie tongue now?" Zed laughs as they get up from the table.

"Sorta." She smiles at him.

"Hey, zombie chic. I like it! Give me some! Boom! Boom! There it is." He tells a group as they walk by.

"Yeah, I can't be friends with you anymore more." Serenity laughs but stops at the Acey's walk by with Addison bumping into her on purpose.

"Who cares about the three." Zed opens his locker and confetti pops out. "Cheering for you on the inside. XO, Addison." He reads the paper. "At least she let's me know, not through you for once." He puts the paper away. "So I was thinking that," He gets cut off as Bucky goes over grabbing her arm dragging her off.

"Stay away for him, I mean it. I'm done being nice. I'll get mom and dad to send you away. It doesn't take much." He holds her wrist tight.

"That's funny hearing you say, done being nice, when you haven't been. Make them send me away because until then, I'm still friends with Zombies. Grow up Bucky. It time things change. You're just pissed because it's not all about you. That's a reason you treated me terribly growing up because you weren't the only child anymore." Serenity gets her wrist free marching off.

For the football game, Serenity sits with Zeds family, Eliza, and Bonzo like she normally does. But this time she wasn't much in the mood because of Bucky. She still cheered from time to time but anytime she looked over at him with the squad her blood boiled.

"The Mighty Shrimp have scampied their way to a perfect season! Led by Zombie Zed. The big Homecoming game is next!" The guy announces as the game ends.

As Serenity leaves the bleaches to head home Zed grabs her pulling her aside while the team ran back to the locker room. "You ready to break every rule in the book?" He smiles at her.

"Huh?" She tilts her head with a slight chuckle.

"Meet me at barrier 7pm. Tonight." He winks before running off leaving her alone.

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