#xx the loner speaks xx

[sunburn-hellrazer]

xX_ i wOndEr what My bEd sOpOr tastEs likE... _Xx

[sunburn-hellrazer]

xX_ jOkEs on yOu ivE had caffEinE bEfOrE. i drink cOffEE. _Xx

[sunburn-hellrazer]

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[plathfiles]

can you do a felix x reader where the reader is like a loner and has no friends/ gets bullied but felix notices her and befriends her. she has like a massive crush on him cause… duh. she thinks he’s doing a dare or something and gets really self conscious etc. but felix’s eases her worries. i’m a sucker for popular bf x loser gf 😫 whatever you think is best honestly cause your work is top tier 🫶🏼

thank you so much for this request and supporting my work!

I hope you enjoy this xx

pairing: felix catton x fem!reader

warnings: use of y/n, bullying, insecurity, oblivious reader and felix

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You walked into the dining hall alone, most of the seats taken. As you walked to an empty seat, girls rolled their eyes at you and boys laughed at you.

You’d never fit in anywhere. Before Oxford, you never went out with friends, because you were a loner. You were a scholarship student, only getting into the prestigious university because of your perfect grades.

You sat down next to a group of loud students, laughing and joking about what you assumed were the teachers. You looked over to the boy next to you, who took a drink of his water.

In a miracle of a moment, the boy looked over at you. He smiled kindly and you found yourself blushing.

“Hello,” he said, his brown eyes looking into yours.

“Hi?” You replied, not used to being spoken to in public settings.

“I’m Felix,” the boy introduced himself.

“I’m y/n,” you replied, still shocked someone as charming and charismatic as Felix was speaking to you.

☙☙☙☙

After that night at dinner, you and Felix became inseparable. He invited you to parties, hung out at the pub, listened to him play guitar in his dorm.

Felix dragged you everywhere and you weren’t complaining. You loved to have Felix as a friend. But you would be lying if you said you haven’t developed romantic feelings for the boy.

But you felt he could never love or be with a girl like you. You weren’t popular or rich. You were a scholarship student who didn’t fit in at parties unless you were with Felix.

The girls never liked to speak to you because they didn’t understand why Felix was so obsessed with you. It made them jealous.

Farleigh was kind but mainly snarky in the fact that you couldn’t pay for rounds of shots at the pub.

One day in class, you were sitting with one of your mutual “friends” — that knew Felix. She was asking you about Felix.

“I don’t know why he hangs around you so much,” she complained. “I mean honestly, I think it might be a dare with Farleigh, because i heard them whispering about something the other day.”

This made you self conscious and you believed the mean girl.

Felix had texted you after class that day, asking if you wanted to meet up at the library for a study session.

You replied no, because you decided not to make a fool of yourself any longer. Instead you hid in your dorm room and contemplated never seeing Felix and his friends again.

Meanwhile Felix was wondering why you didn’t want to hang out with him. It made him upset, as unbeknownst to you he had developed a crush on you.

He enjoyed hanging out with you, making you laugh and buying you anything you wanted. Felix felt like he could trust you.

While sitting in his dorm alone, he remembered a time when you saved his neck in class.

☙☙☙☙

“I mean to be honest, I was out late last night and never had the chance to finish the worksheet,” Felix frowned at you.

“Who has a party on a Wednesday night?” You teased in response.

Felix laughed, “It’s University,” he defended.

You playfully rolled your eyes and slid him your finished worksheet over to his side of the table. “Be quick about it,” you said in a whisper.

Felix looked at you like an angel, “You’re a life saver Y/n, thank you.”

☙☙☙☙

What had happened to make you so upset? Felix thought.

The next day you avoided the group as much as possible. Farleigh and the other girls didn’t seem to mind but Felix was in a bad mood.

“I just don’t know what I did to make her stay away?” Felix asked Farleigh in the library that afternoon.

“Maybe she just doesn’t want to be your friend,” Farleigh suggested nonchalantly.

Felix grunted in response, the subject clearly bothering him.

“Okay, why don’t you talk to her then?” Farleigh suggested. “I can tell you really like her,” he added.

At the end of the day, Farleigh still wanted Felix to be happy.

With this advice, Felix decided to confront you. He at least wanted to find out what he did. Or if you would still be his friend.

You were hanging out in the garden, reading your book for advanced English Literature. It was nice to get some fresh air and it was a hot sunny day.

You didn’t notice Felix making his way towards you until you heard his voice.

“Y/n,” he called. You looked up in surprise. Felix towered over you and you found yourself blushing.

“What is it Felix?” You sighed, placing your book on the stone bench.

“I want to know why you’re ignoring me,” Felix said, somewhat shy. It was odd to see him so shy. As Felix was usually confident.

“I’m not interested in your dare with your friends anymore. I don’t really want to be used anymore, I’m fine on my own,” you said.

Felix furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “What? What dare?” He asked.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about Felix,” you said, standing up.

He was much taller than you and you looked up at him.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” he insisted.

“Annabelle told me,” You said. “She heard you and Farleigh whispering and said your friendship with me was a dare.”

Felix frowned, how dare someone tell you that. He cared about you so much.

“A dare? There’s no dare. You’re my—I care about you,” felix reassured you.

“Why?” You asked. “What about me could you possibly care about?” You asked.

“Well you’re smart and beautiful. You make me smile. I’ll just think about you and my cheeks go red,” he found himself blushing.

You blushed as well, “but, Annabelle said?”

“I don’t give a fuck what Annabelle says or anyone for that matter,” Felix replied, taking a step closer to you.

Your lips were pink and looked soft. Your hair was pulled back and your beautiful eyes stared into his. Felix wanted to kiss you badly.

You pulled him into a hug and his arms wrapped around your waist. Felix’s head nudged into your neck and he smelled your perfume, it was intoxicating.

When you both pulled away Felix moved a hand to your cheek. At first it surprised you, but you leaned into his touch.

“Felix,” you whispered under your breath. You looked up at him and Felix swore if he died right now he would be a happy man.

“Y/n,” he replied.

But then you took matters into your own hands and planted a kiss on his lips. Felix kissed back. It was soft at first but grew rough and passionate.

You pulled at eachother, his hands around your waist and your hands up in his hair.

Having to pull away for air, Felix caressed your cheek softly. “I’ve been waiting to do that for a long time,” Felix smiled.

You smiled in return, feeling safe and secure in his arms. “I have too,” you replied.

“Come home with me, to meet my family at Saltburn,” Felix said. He’d never been so sure of anything in his life and with you his obsession and attraction only grew.

[merrock]

Ok so I'm really bad a plotting. Well I wouldn't say "bad" I just don't have any experience. and I'm glad people come up to me and ask to plot. I just don't feel like I offer much idea wise. any tips for coming up with really good plots?

Hey there, anon!

Before I get into any kind of advice about plotting, I wanted to make a suggestion of a totally different kind. If you're struggling to come up with a plot idea, or how someone could be connected... don't! I know that in recent years, pre-plotting out connections and coming up with elaborate backstories has become really popular, and there's nothing wrong with that! But there's also nothing wrong with you just tossing up an open starter with your character asking for help picking out a pair of shoes, or offering to pay for someone's lunch. (I actually super big time do recommend doing open starters, just because it gives everyone the chance to throw a random reply at you and see what shakes out!)

Speaking for myself, I absolutely do not mind just interacting with someone and seeing where chemistry goes. Most of my best, most long-lasting friendships (and ships!) end up developing this way, just from interacting with someone's character and getting to know them over time, having fun with them.

But! If you really want to be able to offer up some plot ideas, I think a great place to start is where your character came from: are they local to Merrock? If the other person's character is, too, that normally gives you a good starting point. Maybe their families were close growing up, they went to school together, they were childhood sweethearts. If your character is brand new to town, it's sometimes harder to plot things like that, but... that also means you're sorta fresh into things and can develop fun plots as you go!

Take a look at others' pages, too. A lot of our characters have plot pages that have suggestions for wanted connections or general plot ideas, and maybe something will speak to you, or even inspire a totally original, different idea that you hadn't thought of before! And it can be a good idea to create your own page, too, and think of what kind of connections you could see your character having to make them well-rounded. What's their love life like, and what sort of connections could you see being filled? Are they a relationship type of person, do they go for hook-ups, or are they a loner? How about friendships? Do they make friends easy and have a huge friend circle, or maybe just a handful of friends that they really adore? Do they have any kind of enemies, whether it be someone who never gave their toy back in third grade, or someone who got a job they wanted? And speaking of jobs, that's another good way to make a connection! Either a co-worker, or maybe someone who comes into their work a lot, or someone's work they would visit often, too! Is there an important figure from their past, or someone you feel would make them open up now in the present? Hobbies that your character shares with someone else?

Basically, to sum it up: contribute what you can, but if you genuinely feel stuck for ideas, offer to interact, write and chat and see where things go! I think we've all been there where it can be frustrating if someone's giving you nothing when talking out plots (and frustrating if you're stuck with ideas!), but it's a huge relief if they're still interested in writing with you and seeing where things go! xx

[xcziel]

POV: The year is 2014. My drives to and from school are scored by The 1975, Halsey, the xx, Lorde, Two Door Cinema Club, Lana Del Rey, the Kooks, Haim, Twenty One Pilots, and the Arctic Monkeys—in other words, bands I found through Tumblr. On weekends, I line my eyes with black winged liner, experimenting with Sharpie pens to make sure it doesn’t smudge. I wear purposefully ripped opaque tights and cherry red Dr. Martens with everything. For concerts, my best friend, Jillian, and I draw black hearts on our cheeks, paying homage to Marina and the Diamonds’ “How to Be a Heartbreaker” lyric, “Wear your heart on your cheek / But never on your sleeve / Unless you want to taste defeat.”

In short, I was trying to be the perfect 2014 Tumblr girl, emulating our collective soft-grunge idols like Effy Stonem from Skins and Aria Montgomery from Pretty Little Liars. While she fell out of fashion in favor of new archetypes such as the cheerful VSCO girl and the rise of minimalist, athletic street style (the 2014 Tumblr girl didn’t wear biker shorts and leather blazers), she’s staging a comeback.

The return of the 2014 Tumblr girl’s style comes in tandem with the renewed appreciation for the indie sleazecore aesthetic, which became prominent in the early 2000s (think American Apparel ads). Trend cycle analyst Mandy Lee outlined the phenomenon in a viral TikTok. “I think of indie sleaze as 2014 Tumblr girl���s debaucherous older sister,” she tells Vogue. “Indie sleaze was much more flamboyant; neon colors, metallics, ostentatious displays of nightlife, erotic advertisements, and amateur-style flash photography. This aesthetic came up during the inception of Myspace around 2005 and integrates technology and social media into our everyday lives. On the other hand, the 2014 Tumblr girl was super moody, dark colors, simple silhouettes; she was a bit more of a loner.” The two styles are gaining significant traction thanks to content creators and fashionistas reviving their adolescent aesthetics. Now the Tumblr girl style is being revisited by its millennial originators, but also Gen Z, which has discovered and altered the trend.

Both indie sleaze and the 2014 Tumblr girl styles materialized through music and girlish rebellion. And both inhabit a culture of angst and nightlife that congregated through social media platforms. Indie sleazecore called Myspace home, while the 2014 Tumblr girl emerged through, well, Tumblr and its online communities focused on indie pop and alternative music. Marta Langston, a style content creator, said on TikTok that if you “had the phase in 2014, you probably never really grew out of it. I think that ‘grunge’ style in a broader sense will always exist. Tumblr was the first place to widely romanticize the edgy, mysterious soft-grunge girl. Perhaps it was the first time that more gothic-inspired styles were accepted as cool rather than looked at as just a stereotype for the social outcasts in high school.”

The Tumblr girl resurrection has subtle changes from its 2014 origins. According to Hailie Barber, a style influencer, “A lot of key pieces of that style have become a closet staple for millennials and Gen Z. We all still have our denim jackets, Docs, oversized flannels, and fishnets in our closet. Which speaks to the longevity of the trend and how it plays off of different eras in fashion like ’90s grunge.”

You could argue that characters like Maeve Wiley from Sex Education and pop star Olivia Rodrigo also take cues from young, grungy women from almost a decade ago, but with a twist. Wiley is known for wearing fishnet and black opaque tights, a dark fringed cowboy leather jacket, and either dip-dyeing her hair pink or dark chocolate for an alternative look. While Rodrigo is seen wearing chunky platform combat boots or sneakers, punk miniskirts, and experimental updo hairstyles, being a more reformed Tumblr girl, unafraid to experiment with color and early-2000s fads.

“The revival of that style now has a few differences,” says Barber. “Berry lipstick shades are being swapped for more peachy tones; there’s fewer grid patterns and more checkerboard; and ripped skinny jeans are being replaced by straight-leg and boyfriend jeans. We’re seeing less circle/skater skirts and more tennis skirts.” Grunge—whether it’s called the Tumblr girl aesthetic or indie sleazecore—is timeless. Though I’m no longer a teenager drawing hearts on my cheek, I still reminisce about getting a large X drawn on my hand at a small concert venue, waiting to see my favorite band for the first time. It may have been a phase, but clearly, it’s one that many young people will always be drawn to.

[sunburn-hellrazer]

xX_ whO is Path & why arE thEy in infamy _Xx

[ilikefandoms]

What happened - Miguel Diaz

Request - @fruitiseavey Hi ! Can I get a Miguel x reader during s3 when he comes back from everything that happened and there’s a new girl and she asks him questions about her classes, it’s awkward but flirty and then she gets put in the drama between everyone? If possible thank you <3!

Pronouns Used - None

A/N - Not some of my best work, sorry about that. Still hope this was okay xx

Warnings - none

Word Count - 1136

You were new in town, and new town, meant new school. It was your first day at West Valley High, and although you had just about managed to find your first class by asking teachers, you also had no clue where your next class was. So, you decided to ask someone.

“Excuse me,” you asked the boy with the locker next to yours, “Could you tell me where room 34B is? I’m sorry, I’m new,”

“Hey, yeah sure. I’m heading down that way anyway,” the boy said, “I’m Miguel by the way,”

“Y/N,”

“So, Y/N… you said you were new?” Miguel asked as you started walking.

“Yeah, my family moved here a few weeks ago,” you explained.

“So, how are you liking it so far?” he asked.

“It’s alright. Definitely different than where I’m from, but it seems pretty cool,” you replied. 

You and Miguel continued talking, he liked this. Talking to someone that didn’t know of the accident - well, at least not yet. It was nice to have someone that wasn’t sending him pity looks every time you made eye contact. 

“We have lunch after this right?” you questioned.

“Yeah, it is,” 

“I was wondering if you could maybe, help me with getting to know my classes?” you asked, shyly.

“Sure, that’d be great,” he said.

“Cool, thanks,” you said, as you both approached your classroom.

“This is your class, here,” Miguel explained, gesturing to the door.

“So, I’ll see you at lunch?” you asked.

“See you at lunch,” 

**********

Class seemed to go pretty quickly, and before you knew it, the bell was dismissing you. You quickly made your way to the cafeteria, and managed to beat the rush.

You caught sight of Miguel waving you over - he was by himself, which you thought was strange. Maybe he was just a loner?

“Hey,” you greeted as you placed your tray down.

“Hey! How was your class?” Miguel questioned.

“My teacher is nice, the subject is boring. The usual,” you shrugged

“Who do you have?”

“Mrs Carter,” 

“Oh, yeah. I had her last year, at least you got her and not Mr Bridges,” Miguel stated.

“What’s he like?” you asked.

“Lets just say… he’s the type of teacher that’s not afraid to throw a textbook at a student,” he explained.

“Duly noted,” you nodded, making a mental note not to get on that teacher’s bad side, should you ever have an encounter with him.

“Can I see your timetable?” you passed it over, “Thanks. Ok, great! We have last period together,” he said. You only had one lesson after lunch.

“Really?” you asked, maybe too eagerly.

“Yeah. That means I can show you around, help you know your way a bit better,”

“Great! Thank you,” you smiled, and asked, “Um, I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but… how come you’re sitting by yourself?”

“I’m not by myself, I’m sitting with you,” he said, trying to avoid the question.

“You know what I mean,”

“It’s complicated… Y’know it doesn’t really matter, don’t worry about it,”

“Okay,” you said not quite convinced, but you didn’t want to press the subject if Miguel didn’t want to talk about it. You had just met after all.

“So tell me about yourself Y/N,” he changed the subject.

You were both talking and getting to know each other. You were laughing at Miguel’s lame jokes, and he was doing the same. You even swapped numbers. That was until you spotted a table of students giving Miguel weird looks.

“Miguel, those people over there keep on giving you really weird looks,” you informed him, inconspicuously gesturing to the table.

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that. It’s just over some drama that’s happened,”

“What kind of drama? What happened?” and just as Miguel’s mouth opened to speak, the bell sounded.

“We have to get to class, lets go” he said standing up.

You grabbed your bag, and followed. Heads turned as Miguel walked down the hall. What was it all about?

You arrived at the classroom, Miguel gestured for you to take the seat next to you. “Just so you know, we had a substitute teacher in the last lesson, so you didn’t miss anything,” he informed you.

“Ok, thanks,” you nodded. You looked around the classroom, catching snippets of people’s conversations, when you heard a guy with a mohawk talking. He was one of the ones who kept sending looks at Miguel at lunch.

“I still can’t believe that Miguel’s not coming back to Cobra Kai. Sensei Kreese would love to have him back, despite the accident” you overheard.

Miguel was in an accident? What had happened? Is everything alright now? What is Cobra Kai, and who is Sensei Kreese? Your head flooded with questions, but was interrupted by the teacher walking in.

 “Miguel, it’s nice to see you back. That was one nasty fall,” he greeted, nodding at Miguel. Was that the accident?

“Okay, everyone…!”

**********

You had tried to talk to Miguel about what you had overheard, but you were left with one-word answers.

So, after class you decided that you would ask the guy that mohawk dude was talking to about it. He seemed more approachable, “Excuse me?” you said.

“Hey,”

“I was wondering if you could tell me something - I wasn’t eavesdropping - but, I heard you talking about Miguel being in an accident. What happened?” you asked.

“You don’t know?” the guy asked, giving you a confused look.

“No,”

The guy sighed, before explaining, “There was a huge fight that broke out in school, mainly between the two karate dojos - Cobra Kai, and Miyagi Do. Like everyone was fighting-”

“Why?”

“Miguel’s ex kissed him at a party, his current girlfriend go pissed, and went after her. Next thing we know, everyone’s involved. Anyway, Miguel was fighting this other guy Robby, and he kicked Miguel over the railings of the second floor. He landed on the stairs,”

You gasped, “Oh, my god,” you said. No wonder he didn’t want to talk about it.

“It was pretty brutal,” he shook his head, and walked off.

**********

When you got home that night, you laid down on your bed, and thought about what you had found out. 

No wonder there was rivalry within the school, after that happened. You could only imagine what everyone had been through. Maybe you shouldn’t tell Miguel what you had found out. Maybe you should wait until he tells you himself.

Your phone vibrated, a notification popping up. It was a text from Miguel.

Miguel

Would you like to hang out sometime?

Y/n

I’d love to 😊

You smiled down at your phone. This boy may have been through a lot, so the least you could do is be his friend. Who knows: it may end up being more.

[bleachedvi0let]

Oh hi! I love your blog btw!

And my question is

I’m trying to write a fanfic about violet but I just can’t seem to get her personality and dialogue right, any tips?

Hi!!! Thank you so much!

Okay Violet is fearless, witty, smart, and sensitive. She's a loner and has always felt like an outcast. She'd rather be alone because she doesn't relate to her peers. She doesn't speak or act like the average teen, she's mature for her age and very sharp.

Here's a little exercise to help you, watch Violet's scenes and as you're watching write down her mannerisms, facial expressions, tone of voice, everything. Really analyzing her could help you get in her head and get a better understanding of her. Xx good luck!

[senacal]

Hi! Can u please write Erik Lehnsherr x FemReader where there’s a dance and reader thinks he’ll ask Raven but instead he asks reader to go with him to the dance? Thank you!

A Dance for Two

Request: Requested by anon

Pairing: Erik Lehnsherr x FemReader

Prompt:  Hi! Can you please write Erik Lehnsherr x FemReader where there will be a dance and reader thinks he’ll ask Raven but instead he asks the reader to go with him to the dance? Thank you!

Warnings: Fluff with slight angst, cursing

Author’s Note: Hello lovely anon, I hope you enjoy this Xx.

Requests are open! 

(Gif not mine)

The halls of the X-Mansion were bustling with mutants and humans alike. The mutants were going about their business, trying to get to class while the humans were trying to decorate the entire place. Currently (Y/N) was standing out of the way of everyone just observing everyone passing by. There was no way she was about to insert herself into the chaos just yet.

Recently Charles Xavier had announced that there would be a ball in order to raise funds and awareness for Charles Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters. Ever since mutants have been brought into the light, more and more students were coming in with different forms of powers. If it weren’t for (Y/N), Erik, and Raven, Charles was sure to be overwhelmed with everything. It was only after Erik’s attempted assassination on the U.S. president that he realized what a mistake he had made. In order to get Erik to contain his anger and hatred for humans, Charles had convinced him to stay after his previous attempts. Charles liked to tease (Y/N) and say that if it weren’t for her, Erik would have refused yet again.

Unfortunately, (Y/N) never believed Charles and rebutted his teasing by insisting it was only because Erik had nearly hurt Raven. It only made sense after everything Raven and Erik had gone through together. (Y/N) was almost positive that Erik’s feelings ran deep for the other mutant, so to spare her own feelings, she suppressed any and all thoughts of her and Erik ever getting together. She’d never tell Charles, though she suspected that he already knew what with him being a mind reader and all. (Y/N) knew Charles wouldn’t read her mind unless it was absolutely necessary, she trusted him enough, but sometimes she felt as though her feelings for Erik were strong enough that Charles didn’t have to read her mind in order to find out how she felt.

“(Y/N) It’s nearly time for class, your students are waiting for you.” Charles’s voice echoed in her mind. 

“Speak of the devil,” (Y/N) muttered to herself.

“Aw, were you thinking about me, love?” (Y/N) could clearly hear the teasing tone in his voice, it was almost as if he were right next to her.

“In your dreams, Charles,” (Y/N) nearly rolled her eyes at his insistent teasing. Despite the conversation going on in her mind, she made her way to her class. He had a point, she couldn’t keep her kids waiting, she had some interesting stories to share with the kids today and it nearly made her giddy.

“Oh, I think you’ve mistaken me with someone else. Like Erik, perhaps?”

“Fuck off Charles,” She snapped. His constant teasing was almost enough to take her out of the good mood she was in, almost.

“Sorry everybody, I wish I could say I have an excuse for being late, but sadly that isn’t true. You’d think I’d have frozen time in order to get ahead, but I save that for special occasions, like beating Professor Xavier and Professor Lehnsherr at games for instance.” She joked. 

Her lame attempt at a joke managed to score a few laughs out of the young mutants, “Anyway, let’s get started shall we?”

(Y/N) went through her lectures with grace, answering and asking the right questions when they arose, a few of the students even volunteered to read a few passages from the textbook, which was often very rare. Because of everyone’s participation, (Y/N) allowed the students some free time at the end of class. Many students took the opportunity to leave and spend their time outside, while a few stayed in their seats. 

“Professor (L/N), can I ask you something?” Scott Summers asked curiously. He was hanging out with Jean Grey in the front row.

“Of course, anything in particular?” (Y/N) asked curiously.

“Yeah, actually, it’s about the dance. Is everyone required to take a date? Cause the flyer said to bring a plus one.” Scott had already asked Jean to go with him and she had thankfully said yes, but they were talking and it seemed as though the professors may need dates too. It’d be interesting, to say the least, to find out which professor was going with who. 

“Oh, uh, that’s not necessarily a requirement, I think Professor Xavier was just getting ahead of himself,” (Y/N) brushed off, “If you’re not comfortable with taking someone, then it’s not mandatory. I think he only meant for you to go with someone to keep you from getting bored.” 

“Okay, so, who is Professor X going with?” Jean asked instantly.

“Oh, I think Moira MacTaggert. I’m sure you’ve all met her, right?” (Y/N) looked around for any confirmation, “If not, then this weekend you’ll get to.”

“What about Professor Lehnsherr? Or you?” Scott prodded. 

“Uh, I’m not sure, to be honest,” (Y/N) felt her heartbeat rapidly, could the students know about her fascination with Erik too? Shit, Jean was a mind reader too. (Y/N) glanced at the young student briefly, “That I know of, Professor Lehnsherr might take Professor Darkhölme. And I am going with,” (Y/N) looked around, “Uh, Hank! I mean Professor Mccoy,” She lied not so smoothly. Thankfully the bell rang before anyone can ask any more questions. 

“So, you’re going to the ball with Hank?”

(Y/N) nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard Erik’s voice. She hadn’t realized he was even standing there. 

“Fuck, you scared me, Erik,” (Y/N) ran her hand through her (H/C) hair. 

“Sorry, I knocked before I walked in,” He shrugged, “So Mccoy? Really?”

“What?” (Y/N) furrowed her brows, “What about him?”

Erik laughed slightly, “You said Hank was going to the dance with you.”

“Oh! Right, no I didn’t wanna sound like a complete loner to the kids so I lied, sorta,” She shrugged. This was probably the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to her thus far.

“You could have said I was taking you,” Erik shrugged, “Just a thought.”

“Yeah, next time,” (Y/N) laughed nervously.

“Speaking of the dance-”

“Sorry, Erik, I uh, I’ve got to… Pee! I’ll be right back,” (Y/N) brushed past him and marched to the nearest restroom. She wasn’t about to stand there and let Erik tell her that he was going to ask Raven or that he had already asked her, she wasn’t a masochist after all. 

“I’ll just wait here then,” Erik mumbled to himself once she bolted out.

(Y/N) leaned against the bathroom door and sighed. She was going to have to get a hold on herself. She couldn’t keep dodging Erik every time he brought up the dance, they were friends after all.  She’d just have to ignore her pride and accept the fact that Erik didn’t like her the way she liked him. No big deal.

(Y/N) composed herself and made her way to the kitchen. It was nearly lunchtime now and she was starving, she just hoped there was a snack or something available. 

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Raven shouted when she saw her from across the hall.

(Y/N) looked up and smiled slightly. She tried to keep things civil, it wasn’t Raven’s fault Erik liked her and not (Y/N).

Raven stopped right next to her with a bright smile, “You ready for the dance this weekend?”

“Yeah, you bet,” (Y/N) lied.

“I can’t wait either, I only ever got to go to parties as my “normal” self before but this time I can just be me,” Raven grinned.

“Well, you’re beautiful so it only makes sense to go as you are,” (Y/N) shrugged.

“Thank you, you are too. I can’t wait to see what you’re going to wear. Charles said to make it formal so it should be interesting to see everyone in a tux and dress.” Raven looked off as if she were imagining just that.

“Yeah, it should be interesting,” (Y/N) agreed.

“Were you headed to the kitchen?” Raven asked suddenly.

“Yeah, I was. I got kinda hungry so I was going to grab a snack or something.” (Y/N) turned to leave.

“I’ll go with you,” Raven decided. She walked right next to (Y/N) without any notice to her discomfort. Raven was the best, really. She was funny, beautiful, badass, and well, (Y/N) could see why Erik liked her. It just really fucking sucked is all. 

“So, have you talked to Erik?” Raven wondered.

“Kinda? He stopped by my classroom earlier but I uh, I needed to use the restroom,” (Y/N) really hoped this would be the end of this uncomfortable conversation.

“Oh, well, he really wanted to talk to you so I’ll let him know we’re in the kitchen then,” Raven pulled her phone out of her pocket and texted, (Y/N) assumed, Erik.

“Right, I guess I’ll wait here with you then,” (Y/N) mumbled. This had to be a nightmare right? This wasn’t really happening, right?

(Y/N) grabbed a jello cup from the fridge and a spoon. She jumped onto the counter and started eating her snack. Maybe if she froze time she would be able to escape without any notice. But then they would know what she had done, so it wasn’t really the best option. But still, it was an option. 

“There you are (Y/N), I was wondering where you had run off to,” Erik smiled and leaned against the counter right next to you.

“Uh, yeah, sorry I got kinda hungry,” She shrugged.

“I was waiting in your classroom,” Erik mentioned casually.

“Oh, shit, sorry I uh,” (Y/N) wasn’t sure what to say. Why would he wait for her? Why couldn’t he just show up to the dance with Raven and leave (Y/N) alone?

“It’s okay, anyway, I wanted to ask you something,” Erik glanced at Raven, who was pretending to mind her own business but was failing miserably, “You know, you’re not as subtle as you think you are,” He huffed in annoyance.

“Fine, fine, I’m leaving,” Raven stomped off.

“Erik?” (Y/N) set her empty jello cup aside, “you wanted to ask me something?”

“Right! Yes, I did, I do,” Erik bit his lip and shifted nervously.

“Well?” (Y/N) asked impatiently. She didn’t want to sit there while he told her he asked Raven to the dance and if she could help him with something to woo her or something.

“Sorry, I was wondering if you might want to go with me to the dance?” He spoke quickly.

Wait, what? “Wait, what?” (Y/N) asked surprised.

“Will you go with me to the dance?” Erik asked, meeting (Y/N)’s eyes.

“I- what about Raven?” She asked confused. Why would he ask her out and not Raven? Was this a pity date? Is that why Raven was okay with it?

“What about Raven?” Erik asked just as confused as (Y/N). What did Raven have to do with their date?

“I mean, why are you asking me and not Raven?” (Y/N) asked getting frustrated with Erik.

“Because I don’t like Raven, I like you” Erik laughed joyously. He had thought it was pretty obvious. He always dropped everything he was doing to help (Y/N). He made stupid jokes just to hear her laugh, he always tried his best to show off his powers whenever they were teamed together. Their most successful training session was when he showed her how he could lift their jet plane. 

(Y/N) sat in disbelief. Erik liked her? How had she not realized before? She thought back to all the times Charles would tease her, she assumed he was teasing her, but come to think about it, Erik was always the one who got flustered and angry. (Y/N) assumed it was because he really didn’t like her, but it turns out the complete opposite was the truth.

“You really like me?” (Y/N) asked softly.

“I do,” Erik agreed, “So, would you want to accompany me to the dance?”

(Y/N) nodded almost too eagerly, “Yes, I would love to!” She grinned.

Erik smiled and stepped between her legs, “can I kiss you? Or is that pushing my luck?”

(Y/N)’s cheeks flushed, her breath hitching, “No, it’s not pushing your luck.”

Erik leaned forward, looking from her eyes to her lips, “good,” He pressed his lips to hers in a gentle passionate kiss.

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Jay Park: Tartarus Escapade (1)

xx~ JAY PARK x Reader ~xx

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Jay Park being an infamous assasin.

Reader  - You can't remember your parents except for the gang who raised you. You had it hard. Being raised by the gang, you somehow end up knowing how the Black Market Organization work, and by that - you learn how to shoot, treat yourself when wounded, and live as a loner. You trust only yourself and even when you became an official gunman. Inside you, you are a cold-hearted killer.

<<< 5 YEARS AGO >>>

You were enjoying your cup of coffee and reading the newspaper when you noticed a familiar aura seated beside the table you're in.

"What do you want ELO?" you said with an irritating tone.

"He wants to speak with you."

"Well, I don't want to talk to him," you said eyeing him from your side.

"In that case, good thing that he gave me this letter." he slides-throw a small envelope at your table.

He throws it so fast that no one from the other table noticed.

"Hmm. Your skills have improved, no wonder that he has eyes for you." ELO said while crossing his arms.

"Yeah right," you said as you tried to open what's in the envelope.

"He wants you to complete that task within the next 3 hours."

"Seriously? He's even giving me a time limit?" you smirked. "Tell him, this will be done in an hour."

You did not wait for him to say anything. You stand up as you burn the envelope and throw it at the nearest trash bin you passed by.

You put your hood on and turned left to take the dark alley. While you're walking, you heard footsteps running behind you.

"Well, looks who it is. Evita," you said when you faced the person from your behind. "And here I thought you were dead from your last mission."

"Me? Dead? You really underestimate me Y/N." Evita said with a smirk on her face.

"What are you doing running around here anyway?" you asked.

"Looking for you. I saw you earlier in the cafe and was about to talk to you when I noticed ELO was at the other table. I just wanted to ask you something, that is if you could --" when she looked at you, you were gone. "Damn it Y/N! You can't escape me for too long!"

"Tssk, what an annoying kid." But you can't help but smile knowing that she's alive. Four years ago, you were like her.

You stopped walking when you finally arrived at the location you needed to be.

Your target is Mr. Double K. Already in his 30's. He killed women after getting his way with them.

You looked around. Without anyone noticing, you made your way inside Mr. Double K's mansion.

From the kitchen, you heard the maids talking. Apparently, they dislike their Master. They are arguing who would bring his food to his personal office. They are afraid that they might be assaulted 'again'.

You grind. You looked around a little more to check where would that 'personal office' Mr. Double K would be. You managed to avoid his bunch of guards without a hassle.

As you walked fast but quietly, you smelled the strong scent of tobacco coming from the room ahead. You slowly opened the door. And there, you saw your target. Leaning from the window while inhaling his last smoke.

You entered the room without him noticing. Without delay, the power from the mansion was cut off. You set this up before looking for his room.

"What the hell's going on?" he said. A few seconds, the guards open the door.

"We apologize Boss, but we have an intruder." the big man said.

"Well don't just stand there. Guard me for fvck sake!" Mr. Double K said with panic.

The big guards round-up Mr. Double K. You checked your wristwatch - already 20 minutes passed. You need to make your way.

You pulled the knife you have from your left leg. One of the guards saw the reflection when you pulled it out.

He immediately pointed a gun in your direction. You moved forward with a massive speed to go for his neck.

The guard panic and just kept shooting what's in front of him. Others joined in too, leaving Mr. Double K hiding behind his desk.

A few more seconds and the shooting stopped.

You were whipping the blood from your knife using the scarf from one of the guards. Mr. Double K peeked at the situation from his desk. He was surprised when he saw what you are doing.

He ran towards the nearest gun he could find from one of the guards.

"Now, you're being funny Mr. Double K. Just give up. We both know how would this end," you said sliding back the knife to your left leg.

"I'm not giving up that easy woman." with a smirk on his face, he quickly pointed the gun towards you.

You kept you stand and every time he shoots at you - you sway your body closer to him as if seeing every bullet and avoiding them as they came along - as if it was too slow for you.

When he runs out of bullets. He was just an arm away from you. He was shocked.

"Kill me now you - monster!" he said as he bends on his knee.

You grab him from the collar and made him looked at you. When Mr. Double K saw your face and looked at your eyes, he widened his eyes. He saw how your iris turned bloody red.

You closed your palm creating a fist then hit him from the chest. He felt the pain he never thought he will feel from a lady figure like you.

"Stop! Please! Stop!" he screams in pain. He said while spitting blood. His nose was also bleeding.

He doesn't realize it but you just crashed one side of his heart causing irregular circulation. Causing some of the organs to start failing.

You looked at him one last time and smiled. "My work here is done," you said as you make your way out of the mansion.

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"Evening Y/N." greeted you when you entered the lobby of Tartarus. (Tartarus is the name of the organization where the gang who raised you sold you to when you're only 16 years old.)

You just nodded at him. You kept walking towards 'his' office.

You swiped your passcard from the last door towards his office when you stopped as you suddenly felt a cold stare. Your defense instinct automatically turned on. Then...

"Hello 'my' Y/N... How nice of you to drop by." the man's voice came from behind you.

You turned around and saw the man you thought you’ll never see again. His arms covered with tattoos. His sharp brown eyes...

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born for this // three

new friends, and old friends

read from the beginning // AO3 Link

xvi //

“Come sit, we have to talk to you.” Annabeth sits her down at the dinner table, hating the way the panic sets into her face.

“Is this about the wall because I swear I can explain.”

“No,” she laughs, thoughts drifting to the foot-shaped hole behind the dresser in her room, “that’s okay. We just have something really important to talk to you about.”

“Are you two splitting up?” It’s the first thing that pops into her mind, even though as the words leave her lips, she knows they’re ridiculous.

“No.” Annabeth takes a deep breath. “Remember how we told you about the prophecies?”

Lyra nods. She’s heard every story they offered to tell over the years.

Annabeth sighs. Percy picks up; “There’s another we’ve known about for a while.” Almost ten years, keeping the secret from her, he feels awfully guilty.

“You’re not… leaving… right?” Lyra’s voice quivers, trying not to think too hard of what she’s heard from them about prophecies and what they entail; the quests and danger they bring.

“No… it’s—” Annabeth can’t finish her thought when all her mind wants to focus on is how much she sees herself in her daughter. It hurts to see her worry, in light of the fact she devoted herself to making sure Lyra would never experience the same things she did as a kid. And now, this .

“We think it might be about you.”

Her father’s words take a minute to sink in. “Oh.”

“And—” Annabeth adds, “—another legacy.”

Percy continues, trying to disperse some of the tension. “We don’t know what’s going to happen. All we know is that bad things happen if we interfere. So this is all you — and I know how scary that is — but we’ve got your back as much as we possibly can.”

Lyra is silent for a while. “You should’ve told me.” She doesn’t seem angry. It’s a statement of fact from her perspective.

“I know,” Annabeth sighs, taking her hand. “And I’m sorry.”

Percy rests his hand on Annabeth’s back, reassuring her. “We just wanted you to be safe.”

“I know.” She knows the stories. The prophecies, the quests, the battles. She doesn’t want to live like this — but she’ll do it if it means keeping her family intact. “Do I know them? The other demigod?”

“You were four the last time you saw her.”

“It was for your own safety,” Percy adds.

Lyra looks up at her father. “They’ve been coming a lot lately.”

“That’s why we’re telling you,” he says. “We’re taking you to Camp. You’ll be safe there.”

“What about school? There’s still two weeks left and I haven’t taken my finals.”

Annabeth has to try hard not to laugh; it’s another way she sees herself in her. “I called. You know, family emergencies happen. They were more than willing to accommodate. Whatever your grades were yesterday is where they’ll stay. You don’t have to worry about that.”

It’s only a little bit of relief among something so scary. She doesn’t sleep much that night.

xvii //

She’s been to Camp with her parents before, but it’s never felt like this. This feels more than temporary. They pack their bags too, and settle into a staff cabin, promising to be there for her if she needs them. Even if they can’t intervene directly, Annabeth is prepared to exploit every possible loophole, with Percy at her side. They won’t leave her.

Lyra settles into the Hermes cabin with relative ease, though sleep doesn’t come easily. It’s not as quiet as she would prefer, but it’s better than the deafening silence of the Poseidon cabin, or living with her mother’s side of the family — from family gatherings, she knows they’re a lot sometimes. And she doesn’t quite feel like a part of either of them. So this will have to do. In a way, she thinks, it’s almost poetic, and quite fitting: not quite human, not quite demigod, left to her own devices to forge an identity as something new. Or some bullshit like that.

When she finally feels the exhaustion drift over her, it’s overwhelming; like the entire weight of the day’s been dropped on her at once. In a way, it has. She’s here now, this is real. Not just the stories her parents told to her, or vague bursts of imagination from brief visits.

As hard as she tries, she can’t shake the feeling of anger in the pit of her stomach — exactly for what, she’s not sure. And she still can’t sleep.

xviii //

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

There’s not much Lyra can make out in the pale blue glow of the moon, other than the girl’s vague shade of olive skin, and light-colored wavy hair. “It’s okay,” she shrugs, ”Plenty of room aboard the pity train. Or, tree, I guess.”

“I didn’t think anyone else was here.”

“No, I mean, I’d be surprised too if I climbed a tree at—” she glances at her watch, “—two AM and actually saw another person. Let alone… in the same tree.” The other girl doesn’t respond. “Can’t sleep?” Lyra offers.

“Jet-lag,” she answers, simple enough. “Got in from California earlier. You?”

”Thinking about how I just ditched the last month of freshman year and all my new friends, pretty much cementing my status as a loner for the next few years, all for something that might not even be true,” she sighs, finally putting it into words (She could hope that it might not be true; even if she knows the prophecies never lie). “Spilling my guts to a girl whose name I don’t even know. The usual, I guess.”

That gets a chuckle out of the girl, extending her hand. “Calliope — Callie. My name,” she clarifies. “I’m missing graduation, if it makes you feel any better.”

Lyra shakes her hand. “Lyra.”

And two AM turns into three, then four.

xix //

Lyra spots her sitting on a bench after finally dragging herself out of bed at half past noon. Callie’s watching two girls practicing sparring with swords in the clearing; with many of the same techniques Lyra recognizes from her own training. “Did they teach you how to fight?” she asks, curious, sitting down next to her.

“Yeah. I trained with my brother, Homer. You?”

She nods. “I don’t have any siblings. Just Mom and Dad.”

Callie chuckles, “Yeah, but your parents are, like, legendary! Like... superheroes !” Her eyes widen. “What can you do ?”

“Um…” She takes a second to think. “I’m really good with patterns. Like, memory and stuff. Not words though.”

“None of us are. Dyslexia, right?”

“Right,” she laughs. It’s good to be around someone else who understands. “I’m pretty good with a sword, and I inherited my Dad’s water powers too, I guess.”

“Really? You leave the coolest one as an afterthought ?”

“It’s… I’m not that good at it!” She’s nowhere near as good as her father, and it isn’t like she’s ever known any different. It’s been a part of her life as far back as she can remember, splashing water out of the bathtub as a mischievous little kid.

“Still cool!”

“Alright, what can you do?” she asks, curious to know what kinds of powers she inherited, if her own are any signal.

“I can do a little bit with the weather — my dad taught me that — and electricity, like my brother… and I’ve always had my mom’s charmspeak.”

“What else can your brother do?”

“Well, I mean… he’s really good at fixing things, but not much. He knows how to work with electronics, but his actual powers aren’t like mine.”

“Oh. That sucks.”

“Nah, I don’t think it really bothers him. He thinks turning on lightbulbs is a cool enough party trick, and honestly? I don’t blame him. It sure would be easier.” She notices something behind Lyra, and points. “That’s him over there. Curly hair.”

Lyra’s mind sticks on her earlier revelation. “Charmspeak?”

“You’re not ready for this,” she grins, “It’s like, hypnotism. I’ve always been able to do it, even before I knew about it. I used to get my dad to give me extra dessert. Until my mom found out. She was pretty mad, but she told me how to control it. And like, she told me not to use it unless it was completely necessary, but I see her tell the landlord every once in a while that they’ve already paid, so I don’t think it hurts to ‘borrow’ a candy bar or two.”

Lyra laughs, “You’re kind of a badass.”

“ Someone has to be in this family, and it sure isn’t my brother.” She folds her arms, “Look at him. He’s like a puppy.”

He’s pretty short, relatively speaking, just a little bit taller than Lyra, even though he looks older. He reminds her a little bit of herself with his curly brown hair — although his is much neater, carefully sculpted and shaved at the sides, while her curls frame the side of her face around her ears without any real shape or definition. His skin is a light brown, slightly darker than his sister’s olive complexion, but she immediately sees the resemblance, next to Callie’s dirty blonde waves, and her eyes, the same warm amber color as his, but also speckled with flecks of hazel and green. He doesn’t look intimidating, as many of the other campers have; with a tennis racket in hand, he bounces a ball up and down without much ceremony, sitting peacefully on a bench.

“He seems nice,” Lyra determines, shrugging.

“Exactly! I’ve heard so many stories about how like, cool our parents were, and I… I wanna do that. Be someone important.”

“It’s going to be dangerous.”

“That’s exciting!”

“You don’t get it!” Lyra bites back the harsher words that threaten to come tumbling from her lips. You’re immature, and arrogant, and self-centered, and— They’re fleeting thoughts, and she’s not in the business of ruining the first new friendship she’s had since age 11. But the outrage still comes. “Our parents watched their friends die and couldn’t do anything about it!” Because it’s true — and she doesn’t want it to happen to her. 

That shuts Callie up pretty quickly.

xx //

“It’s been… almost a year,” Piper says.

“I know.” It was hard for either of them to get away too often, let alone find a time where their schedules lined up. That, combined with the fact that they lived on opposite sides of the country, meant she frequently went long periods of time without seeing her best friend. They talked, often enough, via IM, but it wasn’t the same.

“I missed you, babes,” she sighs, hugging Annabeth for all the times she’s wanted to in the past year. “How’s she doing?”

She knows Lyra isn’t okay. Not in the slightest. Annabeth can read that kid like a book, no matter how much she tries to cover it up. “Angry. But hiding it well — nothing I can’t see through. Yours?”

“Homer’s fine. Actually, I think he’s glad to be skipping school. Callie is… okay, I think.”

“That’s good.” It almost feels like they’re kids again, gossiping cross-legged in their bunk beds. Even so, it’s different, and they both know it.

“They’re talking like friends already.”

The tension returns — in the form of silence — until Annabeth breaks it: “They were.” And she regrets saying it the second the words tumble out of her mouth. They were, as much as toddlers could be, but that’s a sore subject, for both of them.

Piper glares at her, whether it’s anger or sadness is anyone’s guess.

“I know. I just wonder what… if they’d grown up together?”

“Me too.” It’s far behind them now, but she does — wonders what their lives might look like today if they grew up that close. She wonders if it would’ve made a difference; would’ve mattered.

xxi //

Lyra would recognize his shaggy hair anywhere. “Zeph?”

“Lyra. Hi.” He wraps her in a hug, so tight that she’s surprised she can still breathe.

But that doesn’t explain why he’s here, of all places, instead of on a farm in the middle of nowhere, Mississippi like he should be. “What are you—”

He smiles, shaking his head like it’s obvious, “Son of Demeter. You didn’t think I just really liked plants, did you?”

Guilty as charged. “I… I guess so,” she chuckles, head tilting as the gears turn in her mind. He immediately makes ten times more sense, not the enigma she always took him for. But also, nothing makes sense — because this is Zeph, her best friend since the sixth grade, and shouldn’t she have known? Better yet: “Wait— did you know?” It’s hard to imagine him like this, so connected to a life she thought was only hers through stories.

He raises an eyebrow, “Jackson-Chase? Yeah, I knew.” He sounds a little amused, but more than anything, relieved.

Lyra, not so much. It’s the second time today she’s been reminded of her parents’ legacies, and it’s starting to weigh on her. “Why did you never tell me?”

Zeph shrugs. “I didn’t know how much they wanted you to know. Wasn’t too keen on angering the literal heroes of Olympus.” He pauses, letting the words settle. “I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head. “I’ve been hearing that a lot lately.” And I don’t want to hear it any more.

xxii //

“There is no way I’m letting you do this alone,” Homer says, entirely firm in his decision.

“I won’t be alone. She’s coming too.” Callie points to Lyra, who looks like a giant compared to the boy she’s talking to.

“ She ’s a kid.” He’s not fooled, despite her height — There’s no way he’s letting his little sister and some lanky teenage girl off into the world, let alone in such dangerous circumstances, alone. She can’t be more than a year older than her, and certainly no more mature. And she looks so innocent, with her mousy brown curls and folded arms — not strong enough to protect the both of them. Not alone .

Callie crosses her arms. “So are you. What’s the difference?”

He has to admit, she’s kind of right. But he’s older, damnit, and he’s not being a good big brother if he isn’t protecting her. “I’m coming with you, Callie. I can’t just sit here and do nothing!”

It’s not often that he yells; Callie knows that. “Mom and Dad won’t let you,” she says, quiet.

Homer sighs. “They already did.”

xxiii //

“Not gonna lie, I’m shit at archery.” Zeph shuffles, hands in the pockets of his cargo shorts, “But Astrid’s the best.”

“You say that like it’s surprising ,” Lyra laughs, “I know you have the hand-eye coordination of a toddler.”

“Okay. Unfair,” he points at her, looking immeasurably amused. “So who’s the girl you were talking to earlier?”

“That’s Callie. Her brother’s over there in the striped shirt.”

“The Grace kids?” he asks, almost a whisper.

“Yeah.” He raises an eyebrow, and Lyra rolls her eyes. “Oh, don’t look at me like that!”

“Sorry, sorry ,” he sighs, “They’re just… they’re big too.”

It’s not that Lyra didn’t know her parents, and even Callie and Homer’s, were a big deal — but to see her best friend lose his mind over them just seemed so wrong. (And hell, even Callie had seemed shocked.) At this point, she’s surprised he didn’t short circuit the first time her Dad picked her up at his apartment. How did he survive that, anyways?

A tall blonde, hair pulled into a sleeked-back bun approaches them, pulling her out of her thoughts. “Ready to get started?”

xxiv //

“Hey.” Percy can feel Annabeth shaking. “She’s okay. She’s gonna be just fine.” He reassures her, though there’s still a thread of worry running through his mind that asks, What if I’m wrong?

“I know she’ll be okay. She’s your daughter,” Annabeth says, pulling herself close to him, and wrapping her legs around his; entwined.

“She’s yours too.”

“I know that.” She’s ours. And she’s got the same natural survival instincts. “But I’m worried about how this is going to affect her. You know how bad it got.” They still don’t talk about it all that often, and the memories rarely haunt them anymore. When they do, it’s the same as it’s always been, holding each other close until the dread and fear dissipates. But this, this is an entirely different can’t-sleep feeling.

Percy holds her hand loosely, running his thumb over her fingers, twisting the wedding band on her ring finger. “We turned out okay, didn’t we?”

She remembers the day he proposed to her in vivid color. It was the most normal of days, spent in her dorm room, sitting between his legs, furiously wrapping up her last final paper with minutes until the deadline. Percy watched silently, as he had been for hours, as she submitted it, relaxing into his arms, knowing she could finally breathe; that she’d made it through her first semester of college. 

“You didn’t have to stay, you know.”

Percy shrugged. “I like watching you work.”

For all the stress, for all the nights she wondered if she really was cut out for this, she had something to show for it. If she’s honest, those kinds of nights were the ones she lived for, because for once she wasn’t worrying about if she’d be alive tomorrow. So she sighed, relieved, the mess of emotions settling into her bones, only for him to stir them right back up.

“You know,” he echoed, laughing, hands wrapping around her body, “This might be really stupid, but I want to marry you.”

“Percy,” she sighed, turning her head to face him, and fully expecting it to be an off-handed comment, “I don’t think that’s stupid, but you better have something to show for it.” She expected him to laugh, a ‘maybe someday’ sitting on his lips.

But Percy had instead reached into the pocket of his jeans, fumbling with the silver moonstone ring he’d been carrying around with him for six weeks, and held it out to her. He’d never looked more serious. “I mean it.”

Annabeth shook her head, blinking her eyes to stop the tears from coming, and kissed him without a word. For all the “normal” things she craved, this was something better done their own way. She kissed him until she couldn’t breathe, until he was laughing, scooping her into his lap, hands tangled in her curls. “That’s a yes, by the way.”

If someone had told Annabeth a few years ago that she’d be engaged, let alone alive and happy at eighteen, she would’ve laughed in their face. Even if she managed to live that long, the possibility of someone loving her enough to want to spend the rest of their lives together seemed foreign.

The ceremony was small; they could count the number of guests on their hands. Their parents, friends, and Chiron, on the lake of Camp Half Blood, which just felt right to both of them. After she kissed Percy for the first time as a married couple, Annabeth looked towards Piper, seven months pregnant and bawling her eyes out in happiness, and started to wonder if her life might turn out as good as hers did. And she supposes, it did. They did.

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Starcrossed Losers XX (Josh Wheeler xReader)

A/N: There’s something so pleasing about finishing this on chapter #20 // Also, thank you all for reading up to this point! I just hope it reaches your expectations, or at least, doesn’t suck as much. Remember to leave a comment! It’s the last part, after all. Love you, and see you this summer! <3

Words: 8,274

Warnings: Some killings, some blood, some injures, Oh! And major character death, but is it really major? lmao

Previous chapter

“I’m gonna let this world die,” I hear my friend gasp, “I yearn for the sweet release of death” 

“You can die once we reach the school,” I grunt, skating faster.

Alex and I used to be very active people, but with the nuke our physical condition has self-induced into a coma.

It all right though! I’m running on spite and love, it’ll keep me active enough to reach the Highschool on time.

Unfortunately, Alex is only running out of patience.

“You know,” He wheezes, “if it wasn’t for you, starcrossed losers, I would be in the mattress store having my healthy eight hours of sleep!”

“It’d be like that sometimes,” I reply, “stop talking before you pass out.”

You wanna know how I feel? 

You guessed it! I’m McFreaking out.

But Alex’s comment reminds me of something, and it’s that I haven’t added songs to the soundtrack of my life! What a terrible narrator I am.

Allow me to introduce you not only to the next song of our list, but also the one that gave this story its iconic title.

You’re welcome.

Things have changed since the first time we met back in that alley, huh?

I was a loner, you were... uh, living your life, I guess. Being a good member of society.

“It started out as nothing in the strangest sense He was never in his right mind, no defense She prayed for his attention, often on repeat Every time she heard his name and his heartbeat”

Josh was alone and hurting, not knowing how to express his feelings and just hiding all inside. 

Never do that kids look how it ends, with you painting an apology all over the neighborhood. And I mean all of it. The phrase is not the same as the one outside my house, these ones say ‘I’m with you’, ‘Where are you?’ and ‘I’m sorry’ not the same but it gives out the same vibes. 

It seems that ever since I cured Josh’s hand, all we’ve done is to play this game of jumping back and forth in our boundaries, throwing our bones at the wrong times. 

“He was in denial in his own backyard Pleading for the rain just to come down hard She bought him a bracelet and put it on his wrist Like every time before she got close but missed”

“By the time we reach the school it’ll be too late, you know that, right?”

“The School,” I reply, breathing heavily, “has to be saved. We can’t let it rot in hands of someone like Triumph, he’s gross!”

“We’re gross,” Alex grimaces, “I stink, and now we’re sweating like pigs. Imma smell like a Ghoulie.”

“Pigs don’t sweat,” I say simply.

It takes us another half an hour to arrive, we’re on time. I’m just thankful that Alex could hold on for so long, he’s almost fainting.

“Okay, we can take a break,” I say as I watch him lose all color from his face, “you want water...?”

“I need to sit down...”

I hear noises in the distance and I see Triumph arriving at school. 

Only this time he’s with someone. I’m glad to see them, it means we can still help.

It’s my favorite knock-off Triumph and stupid Josh.

“Alex, do you mind if I leave you for a second? Josh and Eli are over there-”

“Go, I hate you I can’t even see you right now,” He groans, poor dude.

They don’t notice me as I get closer, I watch them silently as Josh gets inside the cage and Eli closes the little door, that’s when I decide to walk up to them.

“So by ‘have it under control’ you meant giving yourself to Triumph as a peace offering?” I ask.

Eli and Josh curse and look at me with wide eyes.

“I told you not to follow us!”

“Yes, I wonder why you thought I would actually listen,” I cross my arms, “Sacrificing yourself is not a fair move, I can’t stay mad at you like this, you look ridiculous”

“That’s the plan,” Eli smirks, “We’re gonna pretend I’m Triumph so the kids won’t attack us, and once we’re inside we’ll save those kids and we’re out”

“Uh-huh,” I tilt my head, “How do you know Triumph isn’t inside the school right now? Like, what if the kids just saw him go to the bathroom when a second Triumph walks in through the main entrance?”

“We... improvise?” Josh offers.

“No. Never improvise, that’s awful,” I shake my head, “don’t you remember what happened last time?”

“You walked out unharmed and with half their spare weapons,” Eli says. 

“Okay, maybe that wasn’t the best example-”

“Look, Y/N it’s alright,” Josh shifts on the cage, “we got this okay? Go to the mall, we’ll do fine”

“No, you’re not,” I insist, “you’re not going back to the mall, what are you going to do?”

“I’ll survive,” He shrugs, “you read the note...”

“Romeo, Romeo I'm your Juliet I'm the pot of gold that you haven't found yet I'm here, right here”

Someone runs to us and tackles Eli to the ground, screaming like a maniac.

“Hi, Baron Triumph! Die!” 

Oh my god, Jayden Hoyles it’s still alive?

“Get off of him!” I circle the byke and grab Hoyles’ arm trying to separate him from Eli, but he’s way stronger than me.

“Hoyles, you twat that’s not Burr, that’s Eli Cardashyan!” Josh yells from his cage.

Hoyles stops his movements instantly, sitting back and observing as Eli takes off his mask.

“’Sup turd?” He smirks.

“Fuck! Fuck!” He stands up and looks around in confusion.

“Hey let me outta here!” Josh demands, pushing the cage’s door.

Hoyles starts running away.

“Yeah, you better fucking run!” Eli sits on the ground as I walk over to the cage and unlock it.

“Hoyles you asshole! Hey!” Josh stands up in the cage, still screaming, “Hoyles!”

Then another miracle happens: Hoyles is tackled by a mutant pug.

“Oh, fuck” I cover my mouth in disgust. 

“Holy shit,” I hear Josh whisper, “mutant pug mating season”

I wish I didn’t have that image pierced in my mind forever.

Josh crouches next to Eli and checks on him.

“Hey man, are you okay?”

“I’m the lord of illusion!” Eli chuckles, “I even fooled Hoyles!”

“Hoyles is not exactly a smartass,” I retort, “but yeah, good for you I guess. C’mon”

I try to help him get to his feet but Eli whimpers, falling back.

“What? What?!” I step back, thinking that maybe he’s got a broken rib.

Eli touches his stomach and his hand gets smudged with blood.

“Oh shit,” I mumble, kneeling beside him.

“N-Nah man, it’s fine,” Josh stutters, “we got you, Y/N will heal you, right Y/N?”

“I need to see how deep it went,” My hands are starting to sweat and I feel something cold run down my back, “Eli, I need to take your clothes off”

But Eli is not listening, he’s got a panicky look on his face as he puts pressure on his injury.

“No, Eli!” Josh tries to carry him but Eli whimpers again.

“Alex!” I yell, “Alex, come quick! Eli is hurt!”

“Oh fuck,” Josh is holding onto Eli like his life depends on it, “what do we do?”

“Eli, don’t move,” Stab wounds are off-limits, you’d think I’d read a fic that had stabbing on it, but it turns out the world is lacking some good old-fashioned stabs, “Uh... keep applying pressure to it, we need to stop the bleeding and-and we need bandages... oh god, but I don’t know how deep it went, Josh! if his organs aren’t intact...” 

I look at Eli, who’s now coughing blood. I don’t dare to finish my sentence.

“What?” Josh asks anxiously, “if his organs aren’t intact what?”

“He’s...” This can’t be happening, not after all we’ve done, “we can’t help him, Josh”

“This blood is gonna get the Ghoulies fucking fast,” Eli speaks up, finally gaining a little bit of control.

“No man, don’t die,” Josh pleads, “Eli, don’t fucking die!”

“Josh,” I try to get his attention.

“What the fuck happened?” Alex is paler than before, “Y/N?”

“Hoyles stabbed him,” Only then I realize that I’ve started crying, “I-I don’t know what to do, Alex I can’t see his injury!”

“We’ll drive you back to the mall, okay?” Josh continues, “We’ll get Mavis. We’ll help you”

“Dude,” Eli speaks again, this time weaker than before, “Mavis is a mannequin. I don’t have the luck you got with Y/N, I don’t have anybody”

“Stop fucking around!” Josh exclaims.

“Just... when you get to the Highschool...” He mumbles.

“What? What man?” Josh gets closer, “Anything”

“You touch my ‘Magic: The Gathering’ cards, and I will hunt your ass,” He gives him a pointed look, “You don’t wanna fuck with paranormal Eli. I’m terrifying as shit”

“Jesus Eli,” I sob, “are you being serious right now?”

“More than ever, princess,” His breathing’s uneven now, and I know he’s about to go, “you do me a favor too, don’t go into sick dictator mode? Stay cool”

“Eli-” I cut my sentence as I notice he’s lost conscience, “No!”

“No, wake up, wake back up!” Josh shakes his body, “Get up, man! Get up! GET UP!”

“He’s gone,” Alex kneels beside me and touches my shoulder, “he’s gone...”

“Wake up,” Josh whispers, giving our friend’s body a final push.

Eli’s inert on the ground, he’s not breathing, and blood is still pouring from one of his sides. I feel the same numbness as with Katie. 

“Fuck,” I sit back, whipping the tears from my face and accidentally smudging blood on my cheek, “I fucking hate this town”

“Josh?” Alex asks beside me, “Josh, we need to leave before the Ghoulies...”

I raise my eyes and see Josh still holding Eli’s body, he’s looking at some point in the distance, crying but not making any noise.

“Wheeler,” I move over to his side and I kneel in front of him, cupping his face between my hands, “now is not time to lose it, alright? Deep breaths...”

Josh is facing me but it’s like he’s looking through me, then he closes his eyes and takes deep breaths, three times. He nods slowly and looks at me, now I see he’s back on this plane of existence.

“Let’s fucking end this shit”

We’re arriving at school when Josh starts acting weird again, he stops walking from time to time and I hear him breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on the ground.

At some point, he turns around and sits on the ground next to a car.

Alex and I share a look and I step closer.

“What’s wrong?”

He vaguely shakes his head.

“Okay,” I reply softly, “you need help..?”

“I need closure,” He rasps, “I’m... I’m trying to...” He looks at me with pleading eyes, “Please don’t think I’m crazy”

“I won’t”

“I’m trying to imagine a conversation with my father,” He says to me very slowly, “you know, if I only had answered my phone on time... I need... I need that conversation now more than ever”

I feel a lump in my throat when I hear him, so I just nod.

“Course,” I mumble, “take your time”

I go back with Alex and tell him Josh needs a moment to calm down, so we sit at the main entrance of the school.

“It’s too empty,” Alex tells me, “the school, it’s too quiet.”

“Yeah,” I shrug, “maybe they’re gone, but we should make sure no one got left behind.”

“What is Josh doing, exactly?”

“He’s talking with his dad”

Alex gives me a weird look.

“Not he’s real dad, obviously. Like, the version inside his head,” I shake my head, “Look I know it sounds crazy but I get what he’s doing, don’t worry, he’ll be fine after this. He needs to talk it out.”

A memory flashes before my eyes: 

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I’m thirteen and my cat just died, he was pretty old and fat, but I thought he would live forever. When I found out that wasn’t the case I sat next to his grave in the backyard and cried for a whole day until Katie came back from school.

She sat next to me in silence for a while, not even having physical contact.

“You know, dad says it’s better this way,” She says after an hour passes, “he died in his sleep, he wasn’t in pain.”

“But I am,” I cried, “he wasn’t supposed to leave me so soon!”

“You don’t know that,” Katie grabs my shoulder softly, “maybe he left so you could get another cat, maybe that cat is an orphan right now, and it’s waiting for you to save him”

“I wanted Lou, not an orphan cat,” I sniff loudly, “he was my best friend”

“It’s okay,” Katie slides closer and hugs me, “He’s still watching over you, I bet he’ll stay with you forever. That’s what happens when you die, you get to take care of the things you love in subtle ways.”

“You think?”

“Definitely,” She smiles, “if you ever feel scared during the night time he’ll warm your bed, or if you’re ever hungry and forgot your money for lunch, a friend will offer you cookies. Those kinds of things are stuff they sent to us, subtle reminders of their love”

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God, I miss my sister so much. 

I hadn’t thought of that conversation in a long time. She was clever, always knew what to say. 

She was also right, about the subtle ways someone can send you their love.

I feel my sister on every kid that thank me when I heal them, my mom and dad are there every time Wesley and Angelica give me a speech/lecture about how I’m doing a good job and shouldn’t give up.

And Josh is... 

Josh is every little thing I used to love about my home: the laughter, the secrets told at midnight, the goodnight kisses, the vibrant colors... 

I look at my skates with a warm feeling on my chest, all of them, every person that I can’t see, they’re still with me. Looking after me, sending their love in subtle ways.

Josh walks up to us, looking determined.

“It’s done?” I stand up.

Josh hugs me without saying a thing.

“Oof!” I grunt, taken by surprise, “okay?”

“I don’t want to hurt people anymore,” He says, voice muffled by my hair.

“That’s good,” I pat his back.

“I will keep my promises this time,” He assures me, but I think he’s still talking to himself, “I won’t push you away”

“I believe you,” I respond, stepping back and looking into his eyes, “but Josh, keep in mind that you aren’t perfect, so please don’t push yourself too hard or you’ll break again”

He nods, smiling lightly.

“Ready to finish this?”

Instead of replying I turn around and extend my hand to Alex to help him get up.

“I’m sorry I dragged you into this,” I apologize wholeheartedly, “you could be traveling around the country if it wasn’t for me”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Y/N” He smiles.

I look back at Josh, his usual energetic attitude is slowly coming back.

“We’re ready.”

“You’re something else, Y/N,” Josh replies, eyes beaming.

“Well it started out as nothing in the strangest place Beating like a drum in a hard work space He swore that he could feel something tugging on his sleeve He had the strangest sense that he was Adam, she was Eve”

The school is completely abandoned, no one is on the halls, they’re clean like someone made sure to leave everything in their place before escaping.

“We should look in every room, just in case,” I say, Alex and Josh agree silently.

We search in the principal’s office and the classrooms.

“I don’t have a good feeling about this,” Alex whispers.

“Wait,” Josh stops, “you heard that?”

“What?”

We don’t move for a second. Then, a clanging sound echoes through the hall, we share a look of excitement before sprinting forward.

“Over here!” Alex opens the door of the chemistry classroom.

We step inside as the noise gets stronger, Josh moves quietly and points to the closet in one of the corners.

We join him to see Sam Dean, desperately trying to open a heavy metal door with chains around its handle. We get closer and she doesn’t seem to hear us, too focused on breaking the chains.

“She was in chains by her own good hand Keeping all the angels under her command He saw every detail burning like sun Couldn't get it straight that his race was run”

“Sam?” Josh asks loudly.

The girl screams and raises the crowbar, almost hitting Josh on the head.

The three of us step back and shout that we come in peace, raising our hands so she sees we have no weapons.

Well, I do have Katie on my back, but like, I’m injured so I can’t grab it fast enough.

Her eyes widened and urge us with an alarmed voice.

“QUICK! BURR’S GONNA-”

An explosion sends us all against the opposite wall, I hit the side of my face with a chair and when I open my eyes I’m on the ground. Blood is coming from my mouth and I feel my lip has a cut. I’m too disoriented to get up, so I stay still on the floor.

A shadow stands above me and I look up, is that... Sam Dean?

She helps me to get on my feet and it’s then when I realize my ears aren’t working as they should.

“I...” But I can’t hear my own voice, so I assume they can’t hear it either.

Well, fuck.

I search through my bag ignoring the pain in my shoulder and pull out my notebook (the one I always carry around, not the one Josh gave me, I left that one behind, remember?) and a pen, quickly scribbling away.

‘Triumph?’

I show the page to Sam and she nods, she grabs my notebook and writes back.

‘My fault. Need to stop him.’

Josh and Alex walk up to us, Josh is looking good overall, but I can see Alex will have a pretty nasty bruise on his eye in a couple of hours. Josh rushes over to my side and examines my face with a worried expression, I brush him off and grab my notebook from Sam’s hands, pointing to what’s written in it.

Josh reads it and shakes his head, taking the pen and writing messily.

‘We have no weapons’

I snatch the notebook from his hands and write in all caps:

‘MALL’

I show the notebook to Sam and she nods excitedly. Then she mouths ‘LET’S GO’ and guides us outside.

She leaves the classroom with Alex following close behind, Josh and I are left alone.

I scribble quickly.

‘Ur <3 is with me?’

Josh reads and nods, not understanding what I’m trying to say.

‘R U going to tell her?’

He gulps and looks over to where Sam was moments ago, then takes the notebook from my hands and writes five words.

‘Kill Triumph 1st. Talk later’

Right. Priorities.

We get out of the classroom and soon are on our way to the mall, my lip has stopped bleeding but it’s swelling and it hurts. I landed on my shoulder and that’s also hurting, you can add this to the list of injuries that I’ll have to deal with later.

It’s around five o’clock when we arrived, we are battered but we need to gather our stuff and think of what we’ll do next.

The kids spot Sam and most of them run to welcome her and give her a hug, but she tries desperately to let them know what’s going on, I don’t know if they’re able to hear or not, so I hit Josh’s shoulder and give him a sharpie I had in my bag, pointing to the column in front of us.

He grabs it and writes on it ‘TRIUMPH IS GONNA NUKE GLENDALE’.

KJ snatches the sharpie and writes ‘We have to GO!’

Sam glares at her and takes the sharpie back, writing ‘We have to stop him!!’

I drop the notebook and grab the sharpie, quickly adding ‘We need the spare weapons! We need to kill Triumph!’

Sam and KJ keep pointing to their signs and then KJ does it harder, giving Sam a pointed look and walking away.

I walk over to KJ and grab her arm, frowning at her, trying to communicate my thoughts: ‘What THE FUCK are you doing?’

She points with her thumb over her shoulder and then to the things on the ground, like saying ‘I’m done with this shit’

Well, smartass so am I.

Most of the kids start to join KJ, they don’t want to fight or kill, they want safety.

I should know that, I heard them before.

I walk back to where Sam is and I see slight relief in her eyes, she knows she’s not alone.

Josh starts to walk over to KJ’s side and both of us look at him with wide eyes.

I pull the pen out of my pocket and throw it at his head.

He turns around, holding the place where I hit him and asks silently ‘What?’

Sam’s mouths ‘What the fuck?’

Josh shrugs and points to the kids, ‘Let’s go?’

KJ crosses her arms and raises a brow, expectant.

For fucks sake, I like her but sometimes I want to kick her ass.

Sam shakes her head and picks up the notebook and the pen from the ground, she opens it on the page where we were writing before and just when she’s about to start writing, her eyes find my conversation with josh.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Please kill me now, oh fuck, I fucked up. I’m the worst.

Her eyes widened, throwing the notebook she looks up at Josh and then at me. 

I step away from her.

It’s embarrassing really, how long it takes Josh to realize Sam found out about us... ugh, that sounds disgusting, it sounds like we cheated or something.

She gesticulates dramatically and Josh only seems to get even more confused as she keeps going until finally she stops moving and asks, very loudly:

“You FUCKED Her?”

Oh, I can hear now.

Oh no, I can hear now.

“I’m going to get those weapons,” I say, face completely red and unable to look at either of them in the eyes.

Fuck is a stretch, to be honest. We barely kiss like two times, this is not middle school.

“Alex can you..?” He tilts his head and frowns.

Am I... am I the only one who’s able to hear right now?

“You can’t hear me?”

Alright then, they can’t. I lower my head and walk straight towards the pharmacy, thinking what will I do to live with the humiliation of being ‘the other girl’.

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Well, Josh had a blast being insulted nonstop by a bunch of colorful post-it notes.

Sam was pissed. She had the right to be, Josh had been unfair and had offended her for no reason, so he just let her write everything she wanted, he wasn’t going to defend himself.

When the girl stick the last note on his forehead ‘U R a coward’ Josh pulled the old, raggedy yellow note that said ‘Where are you?’ and handed it to her.

Then he grabbed the post-its and wrote:

‘Fixing my mistakes.’

Sam read it and spoke up.

“Am I a mistake?” She raised a brow.

“What I did to you was,” He replied, “I know saying I’m sorry sounds like I’m not actually sorry. I am, though. I’ve been working on fixing the way I cope with things and it’s taking me a while to get used to it.”

“Good for you,” Sam replied harshly, “that doesn’t mean everything will go back to normal and you know it, right?”

“I wasn’t counting on it,” He admits, and when he said it, the pain in his chest was minimal, “you deserve better Sam, I really liked our time together but I know that what I said to you was just plain awful”

The girl tilted her head.

“I’m right,” She squinted, “You and Y/N are a thing?”

“No,” Josh saw her skeptical expression and sighed, “for a moment we kinda were, but... Let’s say I’m a pro at making girls hate me”

Sam nodded.

“It looks like karma got to you, I have nothing to add,” Sam started to walk away, but stopped to look over her shoulder, “the things you wrote on the notebook... is it true? You love her?”

“I don’t know,” Josh felt his heart flutter at the thought, “it does feel like it sometimes”

“Like it felt with me?” Sam asked ironically.

Josh groaned, passing a hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry I was so pushy”

“Josh,” Sam insisted, “you can’t be falling around for every girl that treats you nicely”

“Y/N doesn’t ‘treat me nicely’,” He replied, “when I cut my finger she almost tied me to a bed and forced me to recover. She insults me a lot, recently threatened to kill me”

“And you like her?” Sam frowned, “Are you sure you’re working on your issues?”

“She’s done all those stuff but she also cured my hand, and she’s cured every kid on this mall, she got us weapons and she watches our back. When I talk to her I just feel that she gets me, you know? She’s... I feel I finally found my place,” He looked over to the pharmacy, where Y/N was hurriedly putting weapon after weapon inside a plastic box, “I feel happy when I’m with Y/N”

Sam gets closer, also watching the girl in the pharmacy.

“Y/N L/N a.k.a Vinchi-”

“She doesn’t like that nickname anymore,” Josh is quick to correct.

“Alright,” Sam gives him a funny look, “just Y/N, then. Artistic type of person, creative, funny, a talent for kind words. Yes, I can see you falling for someone like that. Actually, I don’t understand how it didn’t happen sooner,” Sam eyes him up, “didn’t you do a project together?”

“Yeah,” He smiles, “I did have a thing for her, but you know, I was with you...”

“How considerate,” Sam shakes her head, “time’s up, we need to go and stop Triumph.”

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I hand the box to Alex and dry the sweat of my forehead.

“That was the last crossbow,” I sigh, “well, we need to go again”

“Not gonna lie, being a hero is way harder than expected,” Alex grunts.

I put an anti-inflammatory cream on his eye, the bruise is fully formed now and it gives him a shitty look, I wave of appreciation washes over me and I hug my friend by the shoulders.

“I love you, Alex. You’re the only family I have left”

“Hey, that’s not true,” He looks down at me, “things are not over yet, we still can get Wesley and Angelica back, and... I mean, Josh is still pretty much into you, right?”

“Right,” A voice replies behind me, “but she’s not ready to forgive me, so I decided to do the next logical thing and fight against the cannibal to win her back”

I turn around and I see Josh standing at the entrance, a tiny smile on his face.

“Ready to go?”

“Where are we going first?” Alex asks.

“We need people, we should go for Angelica and Wesley,” Josh looks at me, “I shouldn’t have kicked them out in the first place, I know.”

“Wait,” Alex interrupts, “we can’t leave the weapons here alone and we can’t take them with us, it’s a lot to carry. Someone needs to stay and wait”

“I’ll stay,” I reply instantly.

“Are you sure?” Josh asks me.

“Yes, I’ve always been the one to look after the mall, right?”

I’m trying to make it look like I’m being heroic, but actually, I’m just finding an excuse to not confront Sam just yet.

“Okay,” Alex pats my back, “I’ll stay too then”

“No, you have to help them, you don’t know what could happen while you’re out,” I push his hand away, “Go, I’ll be fine”

Josh holds my hand.

“I’ll fix things, I’ll get everyone back... I hope you can give me another chance once this whole thing ends”

Little does he know, I would give him the second chance right now if he’d ask.

If only he had asked.

“Romeo, Romeo tell me where you've been I would be complete if you'd only let me in I'm here, right here He said Juliet I told you I was only passing through If I had a moment I would spend it just with you I'm here, right here”

So I sit on the mattress store with the box of spare weapons next to me for what it feels like hours, but it’s really just like one. Finally Josh, Sam, and Alex arrive with Wesley... and Turbo.

“Well hello,” I raise my eyebrows, “it’s always a pleasure to see the guy that tried to kill us a few nights ago”

“He’ll help,” Josh tells me, “he’s with us now”

“I assumed he was, otherwise he wouldn’t be so chill, right, big guy?”

Turbo smiles awkwardly at me.

“Y/N,” Wesley smiles at me, “can I have a hug?”

“You can have all you want!” I quirk up, hugging him tightly I take the opportunity to whisper, “I missed you, man. You were great on Harvard’s podcast”

“You listen to them?” He steps back, shaking his head, “nevermind, of course you do”

“What’s that supposed to-”

“Hey,” Sam walks up to me, “can we talk?”

If I could pronounce the way I write a key smash, I would. I do not want to talk to Sam Dean.

“Sure!” I say, maybe too excitedly.

She takes me outside the store and sighs, just letting things out.

“I know about you and Josh, I just want you to know that I’m fine with it, you can stop looking at me like I’m about to jump on your throat”

“What?” I laugh nervously, “I’m not- Okay, fine, holy shit I’m so sorry, I’m under a lot of pressure”

“I understand,” She pats my shoulder, “it’s okay, Y/N. We’re good.”

“Thank you,” I let out a heavy sigh, “you’re great”

“I’m just not a bitch,” Sam smirks, “besides, he really cares about you”

“Okay,” Josh speaks up from the store, “Burr has Angelica, an army of jocks, and a big nuke.”

We go back in the moment he turns to look at Turbo.

“What’s your plan?”

Turbo stands up and grunts, pacing up and down. He’s upset.

“Kids need the strongest leader,” Sam mentions, “Turbo isn’t that anymore”

Turbo grunts louder and I reach for his arm to gain his attention.

“If you keep grunting like that your throat will never heal,” I warn him, “and you probably need a humidifier... or something, I don’t know, I’m not a doctor”

Turbo stares at me for a few seconds and then back at Josh. He points to him and then to me. Wesley eyes me up with a sly smile and then at Josh.

I’m: confused.

“No, no, no, no, no!” Josh stands up, “I can’t make a plan, I’m not a leader, I’m just... I’m just Josh!”

“Alone, yes,” Wesley retorts, “with Y/N? That’s a different story.”

“Uhm, what?” I frown.

“He’s right,” Alex says, “Josh is an expert at survival, but you know how to find shortcuts to solutions. Creativity and knowledge, that’s enough to succeed.”

“No one will follow us,” I reply, “Josh and I are nobodies, we have no friends!”

‘I’ll be your friend!’ A voice that triggers my panic speaks up from the hall.

“SHIT!” 

We jump to hide and Sam looks around.

“Aw! What’s your name? Guys look!”

“It’s not exploding?” I peek over the couch, “What a nice way to find out I have PTSD”

“Sorry!” KJ appears at the corner, “Sorry! Thought it was cute... My bad, too soon. I want to apologize for running away. We came back to help you fight. And... we’re not the only ones”

I’m shocked to see that the Cheeramazons are here. I’m even more surprised when I see that Josh knows sign language.

“Besides,” KJ smiles at me apologetically, “must of us feel like we own you big time, Y/N. You’re like a mom”

“I’m not a mom!” I scoff, “But... thank you, I guess.”

“Do you have a plan?” Sam looks at us.

Josh hesitates, looking around like he’s lost.

“Josh?” I hold his hand, “I’m right here with you.”

He looks down at our hands and a smile appears on his face, he drops my hand, but only for just a second so he can sign what he says:

“Let’s save the world.”

“And they all fall down And they all fall down”

“You don’t actually have a plan, don’t you?” I ask.

“I don’t have a plan,” Josh looks at me with pure fear, “I was expecting you would give me one?”

“Hmm,” I nod, “well, you can’t expect me to solve every problem, you know?”

“But you’re great at solving things!”

“Yes, but this is a difficult one!” I reply, “we are so few, and they are so many... shit, we could barely form a...”

My voice dies at the end, an idea making its way to me.

“I know that look,” Josh says, a smile growing slowly on his face, “tell me what you think”

“We need to form a marching band.”

Josh frowns, having no idea of what I’m saying.

“Just- Come...” I grab his hand and rush to the main entrance of the mall.

I know I’m making a lot of time-skips. But those parts are boring and let’s be honest, you’re not here to listen to our crazy plans, you’re here to read some classic romance.

Maybe I should skip to the end of this? Would you like me to?

Sike! you’re gonna sit and wait for me to end narrating cause I want to talk about my goddamn day.

Where was I? Oh right, so we take the truck to the mall and Josh parks right outside, lowering the ramp so everyone can climb up the back.

“Alright!” Josh tells aloud as I circle the truck “Let’s hop in!”

I stand next to the ramp and watch as kids hesitantly climb.

Sam grabs my arm and pulls me towards Josh, whispering:

“Hi, what the shit?”

“I’m relatively confident this is gonna end well,” Josh points at me, “it’s one of Y/N’s plan, those never fail”

He gives me a bright smile but I almost wish he didn’t cause I am not even close to confident.

“Fighting Baron Triumph, with the surviving members of the JV marching band?” Sam asks in disbelief.

“Hey, don’t underestimate the power of music,” I state.

“Besides,” Josh continues, “they don’t have to be any good, just loud!”

A Cheeramazon stands in our way and mouth ‘it’s going to be loud’ she winks, high-fiving Josh. He chuckles (his cute, childish laugh) and guides us to the front seats of the truck.

“Yes, that makes total sense, thank you,” Sam mumbles.

“If it doesn’t work, I guess we can just follow plan b,” I shrug.

“What’s plan b?” She asks.

Josh and I share a goofy look and respond in unison:

“Improvise!”

The kids start playing the instruments as loud as they can and it happens: a Ghoulie walks out of his cave, mindlessly following the noises.

“Fuck, Josh!” Sam gets all defensive, but Josh and I only get excited.

“Keep playing! Keep playing!” Josh runs over to the driver’s seat and I grab the hammer that’s hanging on my back.

“Y/N?” Sam looks back at me, “you’re not coming?”

“Oh, yes” I smile, “just not inside the car.”

“What do you mean?” She frowns.

“I mean I could, but where’s the poetry in that?” I respond.

I can see that she doesn’t get what I’m trying to say, but that’s okay, no one could. Only you guys, you’re the one seeing the whole scene unfold.

So picture this:

The former loner who knows every corner of Glendale like the back of her hand, now skating along with her best friend from childhood ahead of a huge truck that carries her old Highschool classmates playing loudly (and badly) the marching band’s instruments so they can get as many Ghoulies as possible to make the dirty work for them. 

We make our way through the dirt that’s lifting from the ground, the Daybreakers make their dramatic appearance in front of Triumph’s army.

Yeah, you like that name for our tribe? I wish I could say it was my idea, but it seems that my imagination is better at stupid plans rather than naming important things. 

I don’t mind, really, as I smugly arrive at the scene, backed up by a gigantic bee face, I feel more powerful than ever. 

Josh and Sam get out of the driver’s seat and stand on each side of us, I bet we must look pretty badass. Or at least I hope our vibe feels like we know what we’re doing.

“Hey Josh!” Burr yells.

Then his army starts walking towards us, and I keep my grip firm on Katie.

“Is this your plan?” Sam asks loudly.

“We need an army to fight the jocks,” Josh retorts, “so we got an army”

Now, I did feel a bit bad watching as the Ghoulies feasted on those poor athletic souls, but hey, they had it coming! How can they support someone like Burr?

Turbo’s bus stops next to us and we climb up on it, I have a hard time climbing without using my injured hand that much. Jesus, at this point I don’t think my hand will ever properly heal.

He drops us where Angelica is and she receives us with a hug -first time she hugs me, I feel validated- and tells us the wonderful news about how the nuke is ready to blow up in our faces.

KJ and she try to deactivate it but the instructions are in a different language and it’s hard to read, Angelica has a little breakdown and Josh tries to calm her down.

“Hey! Okay then, we’ll just unfuck it,” He says calmly, “Angelica, you’re a Mensa-level genius with flexible morality... and I need you.”

Alright but you agree with me when I say that this is not fair, right? 

That was so sweet! Why is he so sweet when I try to keep my distance? 

WHY?

“I need help,” Angelica replies, “there’s a biological weapon on this nuke, I don’t know what it is, Ms. Crumble does. I need her”

“We’ll get her,” I say.

“Well, where is she?” Sam inquires.

Angelica points to a building behind us.

“In there, with the other kids”

When we walk inside we see a bunch of kids trapped inside two school busses.

“I’m gonna get them out,” Sam says.

But before she can, Triumph attacks Josh and pushes him over the ramp, he falls from a reasonably high distance and Sam ends up fighting Burr, so it’s up to Alex and me now.

“Go get Ms. Crumble!” Sam demands as she runs, “Angelica needs her!”

Josh runs away and Alex and I go towards the busses.

“Get away from the door!” I warn the kids on my bus as Alex does the same with his.

I hit the small window on it and I break the glass, I hear the sound of a gun being fired and some glass falling to the ground, so I assume Alex shot the door to death.

“Get out! Come on!” I urge the kids to run away as they desperately climb out of the bus.

I hear Sam grunting and screaming and I look up to see her on the ground. I don’t get to worry much cause soon enough Josh appears behind Triumph and stabs him in the back, Ms. Crumble is next to him, along with Mona.

I have to make a quick choice, and I decide that the four of them can easily kick Burr’s ass, so I make my way outside to cut some Ghoulie heads.

Or more specifically, smash them.

But when Alex and I get out we see Wesley and Turbo being cornered by some jocks and we stand beside them, Alex points his gun to someone but I see he really doesn’t want to use it against a live person.

“Well, look what the plague brought,” Maya comes out to the front, “Vinchi.”

“Bite me, Maya”

“I rather leave it to the Ghoulies,” She smiles, “go ahead, boys”

The jocks move but Sam appears behind us, trying to calm everyone down.

“Woah, Woah! Hey, guys” She peeks over Wesley’s shoulder.

“Hi Sam!” a boy at the back waves at her, “Nice jacket!”

“Thank you Michael!” She exclaims, “Okay, so if we could all just... relax. Principal Burr is dead, but we need to get Ms. Crumble here, up there to disarm that nuke and save everyone. Good?”

“You got it, Sam!” Michael replies.

“Thank you, cooperative”

We go back to Angelica and Crumble tells us that the bomb made her, I don’t really understand what she means, but right after she says it Angelica tells us she can’t deactivate now.

But, she can fire the missile to a different location. Up to god, apparently.

Unfortunately, it can only be done from here, and being this close to the missile when it shoots up equals dying a really shitty death.

“I’ll do it!” Crumble offers.

Angelica refuses the idea, but deep down... it’s our only way out if we want to stay here. 

It’s hard, I see myself reflected in the way she holds onto Crumble’s waist. She doesn’t want to let go of the only family she has. However, it’s imperative we do this soon, so we have to take her away.

She fights, kicks and yells as hard as she can, but eventually, we drag her out.

“Get to the trucks!” Josh yells and we all obey.

Crumble makes sure we are all safe before she presses the button. 

The explosion is massive, impressive. Angelica turns her back to it and hugs Josh and I close, Wesley joins in.

“We’re here, An” I tell her as I pass a hand through her hair, “we’re with you”

“I never thought I would see anything like this,” Alex mumbles behind us.

“I never thought I would be this close to die so many times in just one year,” I scoff, “apocalypse, am I right?”

The missile explodes but is too far out of our reach to even feel scared. It’s like four of July, and we’re just watching fireworks.

“We did it?” I ask.

“It’s done,” Sam says.

“Holy shit,” Alex pulls me away from my other friends and hugs me tightly, “We did it! We saved the world!”

I hug him back and laugh loudly.

“Fuck yes!” I step away and hug Wesley, then Turbo, then Sam... and Josh and I are standing face to face without knowing what to do.

“Uh, good job,” Josh smiles.

We hear Angelica sob and the bliss disappears.

Josh puts a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry”

“We have so much to thank her,” I hug her again, “it’s okay...”

Wesley joins in, the three of us looking at the flames surrounding the place where the nuke used to be.

“What are we looking at?”

“SHIT!” I jump away from Crumble, “How are you so quiet- No, how the fuck are you here?”

Angelica gasps and hugs Crumble.

“I told you!” Crumble laughs.

“What are you?” An asks her.

Yes, that would be the right question.

“I don’t know,” She shakes her head, “but aren’t we gonna have fun figuring it out together?”

“Yeah!”

I don’t know why, but a need to run away invades me. I feel like this is all too good to be true and something will explode in our face.

Now, that could be my PTSD talking, but either way, I quietly start to skate away from the people, trying to find a place that is lonesome enough to control my nerves.

“Y/N!” I keep skating, not noticing someone’s calling my name, “Y/N! Wait!”

Josh grabs my arm and stands in front of me.

“Where are you going?” He frowns.

“Oh, hah, I’m just-I’m just trying to... I...” I swallow the lump in my throat, “I’m scared, Josh”

“I know,” He nods, letting go of my arm, “but I thought we had agreed that you didn’t have to go to feel better, right?”

“Are you sure this is what you want?” I blurt out, “Cause if you’re not, I just can’t do it, Josh. I can’t be wondering every day if you’re into me or if it’s just you pretending, I need... I need to know that you know”

“I know,” He repeats, “I want to be with you, Y/N. You and your silly socks and these horribly blinding lime-green skates. If that’s what makes you happy then I’ll get you all the lime-green things in the world. I’m okay with whatever you want as long as I can keep listening to your voice calling me stupid Josh and urging me to brush my teeth, I... I like you”

I’m not going to cry over this cliche speech. I refuse.

Fuck, I’m crying.

“Shut up,” I half-laugh, half-cry, “I think... I like you too, stupid Josh”

“Can I have a second chance?”

“You just saved the world, you can have anything you want”

“You saved the world too”

“All I want is you”

I grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him down to kiss him.

“Ouch! Bad idea, bad idea,” I step back, holding my swollen lip, “I was trying to be romantic”

“Are you okay?” Josh laughs, cupping my face, “Wait, hold on let me see, did I make it bleed again?”

“I don’t know,” I raise my head so he can examine it, “I’m sorry, I ruined the moment”

“You didn’t,” He shakes his head, still chuckling, “let me just...”

He leans slowly, giving me a moment to step back if that’s what I want. 

That’s obviously not what I want.

He kisses me again, softer this time.

Oh, how little matters the end of the world on moments like this.

Suddenly it’s like we’re back at the beginning, the school is celebrating their homecoming and I’m kissing my boyfriend after a long day of cheering for our football team. Alex must be waiting for us to get to the mall so we can watch a movie with him and Stuart. There’s not a ‘What if’ on sight to wonder about, I’m living in it.

“She said Romeo, Romeo I'm your Juliet I'm the pot of gold that you haven't found yet I'm here, right here He said Juliet I believe every word you say Time is running backwards every single day...”

“Hey, lovebirds!” Sam calls out.

We break apart to look at her and Josh smiles.

“Hey! Listen, I think we’ll be a bit uncomfortable at first cause we are too many, but we can make it work, so if you just gather everyone...”

“What are you talking about?” Sam tilts her head.

“Uh, about the jocks joining our tribe?” Josh shrugs, “Now that Turbo is no longer their leader, you’ll need a place to stay. I know I’m not the best leader, but perhaps we can take care of you just fine”

“Says who?”

“Sam, you have no leader, you need protection,” He replies, “that’s why we rescued you”

“Rescued me?” She rolls her eyes, “I’ll always be thankful to you, Josh. And you Y/N, of course,” She walks up to the ramp, “when you posted that video you showed me who I could be. I don’t need to be saved! I just need a little guidance, something Y/N could be very helpful at?”

“You want me to join your tribe?” I frown.

“What? What are you talking about?” Josh asks, “Sam, what are you saying, who are you?”

She walks up to the center and turns around, looking down at us.

“I’m Sam Dean,” Sam replies like it’s obvious, she looks at Mona and nods.

Mona hops into the truck, ready to follow.

“What do you say, Y/N?” She asks me, “We might need your brain to rebuild our home”

“I-I don’t...” I stutter, not knowing what’s going on.

“She won’t leave her little boyfriend behind, she’s too needy,” A voice says.

The Jocks step aside and Maya reveals herself.

“I’ll be more than happy to help, though.”

“No!” I say in outrage, “Don’t listen to her, she’s not-”

I can’t find the words and it’s making me frustrated.

“Sam, you’re not like this,” Josh helps me out, “you don’t want Maya, she doesn’t play nice”

“Things change, Josh” Sam extends her arms, “this is my life now, these are my people and they need a leader. Y/N can understand that, don’t you? You wouldn’t just leave your mall kids abandoned, right?”

“No, I wouldn’t,” I reply dryly.

“No, you would do anything to keep them safe. Well, the jocks... they need me, and I know Maya can be quite resourceful, she spent some time with the Cheeramazons after all, I might need her talent for strategy, you know, just in case,” She smirks, “who cares about stupid morals nowadays?”

Maya walks up to her and stands on her left side, giving me a satisfied look.

“The apocalypse wasn’t the best thing to happen to you, Josh. It was the best thing to happen to me,” She looks at the rest of us and adds, “follow me.”

The jocks kneel and Sam sits on her throne... a queen bee finding its hive.

“Y/N?” 

“What, Josh?”

“Remind me to never doubt you ever again,” He looks at me with a worried expression, “I should’ve listened to you and just leave her alone...”

“you did that because you’re a good person,” I reply, “but I think it’s time we face it, ‘good’ won’t assure our safety, we’ll have to be smarter than that.”

“Now what?” Alex asks next to me.

“We stay together,” Angelica replies, “we won’t get intimidated that easily. We’re a tribe now! We have to make them respect us”

“I’m in,” Wesley says, then looks at Turbo next to him, who nods, “Turbo’s too”

“Me too,” Alex agrees.

“We’ll find our way out, right?” I ask Josh, reaching for his hand.

“Together, or not at all,” He nods intertwining our fingers.

“I'm here, right here...”

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soo a little bit about the fanclans i use in my books ♡ im noting here that if anything seems off we're gonna blame the tumblr mobile ai ;; constantly warping to the end of the page, trying to delete paragraphs instead of just...select a few words tumblr p l e a s e relax

im also working on a visual map for these clans, but i havent the slightest idea of how to make maps so it's uh . . . it's a work in progress xx

Note: Organisms found in the territories are influenced by both European and North American wildlife and plants, so they are not limited to any specific region, though I've tried to keep it somewhat accurate. 

☆ The Gorge

>> One of the five groups of cats that call themselves Clans. They chose their current name from whence they reside—in a cave system above a sheer gorge on the outskirts of Clan territory. Super original, right?

>> Past Name: MistClan

>> Current Leader: Deadeye

>> Past Known Leaders: Crowstar, Shadestar

>> Their training is unlike the other Clans. They are extremely strict with their apprentices, often not even allowing them to attend Gatherings or speak out of hand. Mistakes are met with serious consequences. 

>> Camp: Located at the far south of their territory. On the cliffside, there are steep ledges leading down into a complicated cave system that serves as their camp. In the center of the main cave is the Smoothstone, which is a hollowed out, massive stone that serves simultaneously as the leader's perch and den.

>> Territory: The territory is notably rocky almost all over, though it's also consistently forested. 

>> Landmarks: Boulderdrop (dangerous rocky outcrop to the east, often used for training). Twoleg nests beyond the eastern border.

>> Typical Physique/Traits: Considering the cats of the Gorge are cats from all the Clans and rogues—some stolen as kits, some the result of forbidden or hidden relationships, some taken in with the desire to be stronger—the builds of these cats are extremely varied, though their nighttime eyesight is incredibly enhanced due to their life inside the caves.

>> Prefix Conventions: As stated above, the Gorge turned into a kind of melting pot of cats from all Clans, and as a result they don't follow much of a pattern with naming conventions—especially considering they often change their names when they receive notable battle scars (Deadeye, Hawkscar). However, they occasionally take influence from plants and critters in their territory, especially cliff- and cave-dwelling flora and fauna such as Aster–, Lichen–, Eagle–, Falcon–, Bat–, Poppy–, Moss–, Spider–, or Ivy–

◇ SwiftClan

>> Current Leader: Fishstar

>> Past Known Leaders: Ivorystar

>> Camp: Between several of the hills, there's a large area where the gorse is especially thick, along with some divets in the hills that make up the dens. It lies in the heart of the territory.

>> Territory: Much more barren than most of the other Clans, though not quite as barren and uninhabitable as BlazeClan; it's a very marshy moorland. The wind hits hard, and the bogs stay nasty and cold most of the year. Many invaders and trespassers often end up stuck in the sticky bogs, and the cats of SwiftClan are known to only save them if they agree to leave the territory.

>> Landmarks: Fallen, partially rotted tree stuck in the bogs by the southern border with the Gorge.

>> Typical Physique/Traits: Cats from SwiftClan tend to be very lanky and long-legged as a result of their lives running along the moorland. In addition, their paws are said to be slightly webbed to help them navigate the marshes in their territory without getting stuck in the mud and bogs.

>> Prefix Conventions: Cats in SwiftClan are more accustomed to the boggy moorlands, and therefore tend to name their kits after plants and terms more applicable to their territory. Prefixes tend to follow themes like the following: Bog–, Marsh–, Swamp–, Mire–, Moss–, Juniper–, Owl–, Cypress–, Adder–, Snake–, Ash–, Elm–, Frog–, Sedge–, Cotton–, Plover–, Bracken–, and more!

♤ NightClan

>> Current Leader: Harestar

>> Camp: In the heart of the territory, there is a massive oak tree that shelters the camp. Their dens are among several uplifted roots, and several boulder piles that they've collected over time. Like BlazeClan, they've learned how to weave together plants, though they use more ferns along with brambles. Beneath the common mossy nest is a layer of pine needles, carefully layered for extra cushioning. The camp is protected like a fortress by thick, woven walls of brambles and bushes.

>> Territory: Very thickly forested area, both pine trees and oak trees. On the east, the river marks a small portion of their border with RushClan. In the west, near SwiftClan territory is an area where Twolegs often come camping. They often bring dogs that have gotten loose in the past.

>> Landmarks: Twoleg camping at the western border, near their southern border with SwiftClan

>> Typical Physique/Traits: Life in NightClan isn't nearly as demanding as the others, so their traits aren't usually so defined. It's not uncommon, however, for them to be notably large-pawed and long-furred, or for them to have plants stuck in their fur.

>> Prefix Conventions: The forest they live in is thick with trees and rich with all kinds of life. Almost anything you'd see in a thick forest could be found here, and their naming conventions often take many plants and animals into mind: Coral–, Bell–, Wren–, Warbler–, Thyme–, Deer–, Doe–, Fern–, Pine–, Skunk– Oak–, Holly–, Weasel–, Sorrel–, Dove–, Needle–, Clover–, Kestrel–, Thorn–, Newt–, Robin–, Mint–, and Thistle–.

♧ RushClan

>> Current Leader: Kinkstar

>> Camp: The camp lies on a strip of land over the river, and said river is often used as protection against invasions or attacks from other Clans. The leader's den is wedged underneath a series of sturdy sunning stones in the center of the camp; while most Clans consider their meetings and announcements to be formal, RushClan cats often relax on the sunning stones while their leader gives announcements from atop the highest one.

>> Territory: Not as thickly forested as NightClan, but still quite forested. A large river runs through the heart of their territory, leaving their bellies full on the many fish that thrive there.

>> Landmarks: On the western side of the river lies a large treebridge; on the eastern side, there are multiple stepping stones. Both landmarks serve as an escape route in the case of an emergency, though most cats know how to swim.

>> Typical Physique/Traits: Because of their fish-based diet, many cats of RushClan are notably sleek-furred, but they're also incredibly lean due to their comfort with swimming in the river. Most have rounder faces and ears, though it isn't uncommon for them to have unusually long tufts of fur on their cheeks, chins, or ears. Like SwiftClan, it's also rumored that these cats develop something similar to webbed paws to help their swimming.

>> Prefix Conventions: Many naming trends in RushClan tend to follow water-based ideas or comparisons, such as: Salmon–, Reed–, Eel–, Spruce–, Duck–, Birch–, Pike–, Turtle–, Newt–, Willow–, Minnow–, Frog–, Lily–, Tadpole–, Aspen–, Snail–, Pond–, Perch–, Otter–, Trout–, Heron–, and Dragonfly–

>> Special Notes: RushClan medicine cats will use water lily roots to help treat swollen limbs and may sometimes trade it to the other Clans for other herbs!

✧ BlazeClan

>> Current Leader: Heatherstar

>> Camp: A circle of huge, sharp, skyward-reaching stones forms the walls of the camp. Along the tallest of these formations, a small ledge leads up until it reaches an overhanging cliff. On this cliff is a cave; the leader's den.

>> Medicine den is half-cave. Stone in the back with large crevice for herb storage; "shelf" ledges on outside of stone for prebundled herbs. Ceiling is brambles and thick leaves interwoven. Far back corner is a pool, with brambles woven at the source of water to manage its flow.

>> Many of their dens are woven together in the same fashion as stated above, utilizing the dry shrubbery that litters their territory.

>> Territory: Mostly barren, sandy, and rocky territory. There are several grassy patches here and there, along with smaller, bare trees, though they're few and far between. At the far eastern edge of their territory lies a small town with Twoleg structures. 

>> Landmarks: Abandoned Twoleg structure near the southeast border; very old and made of stones and bricks. Beyond the east border are clusters of Twoleg nests.

>> Typical Physique/Traits: Due to recent attacks and territory loss to the Gorge, many cats, while very muscular, are becoming very gaunt. Usually, the cats are seen as very broad-shouldered and strong, with angular faces and tough, calloused paw pads accustomed to their harsh, sandy territory. Cats whose fur blends into this environment are more often than not used on hunting patrols.

>> Prefix Conventions: Due to the dry and degraded land that makes up most of BlazeClan territory, their naming traditions might be some of the most unique. Plants and animals that thrive easily in sandy soil are more common here, so their common prefixes follow a similar pattern: Sand–, Sage–, Wild–, Iris–, Fern–, Beetle–, Yarrow–, Poplar–, Ant–, Cedar–, Lizard–, Newt–, and occasionally Larch–. Because of their limited fauna and flora, they've become creative with their names, featuring prefixes like Bounce–, Fir–, Pounce–, and Talon–, or names of things they hear in stories from traveling loners!

♡ Sacred Spots

Starfalls ;; A clearing north of the RushClan and NightClan borders. There's a pond that reflects the light of the moon, with a series of waterfalls falling down ledges until it reaches the pool. Because of the waterfalls, mist shrouds the clearing and nearby forest, sparkling in the light of the moon, as if it were tangible starlight.

The Gathering Stones / Tallrock ;; Massive ancient boulder among other smaller boulders in a dirt/sandy clearing, with many large trees and overgrown plants bordering the clearing.

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