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Yesterday's Promise - Chapter 124 - Silverstar1 - Thunderbirds [Archive of Our Own]
also for anyone who skips my author's notes (I do not blame you, they are unhinged): there's going to be a new chapter on Wednesday 27th. The reasons for this are as follows:
I had to split this chapter in half because having 30k+ to read would be insane even by my standards
For those of us who celebrate Christmas, it gives us something to break up that weird week between Boxing Day and NYE when time doesn't exist. For anyone who doesn't celebrate, hey, you get an extra chapter just as a little treat!
I wanted to upload the final chapter on NYE still. It just seems satisfying. Last chapter on the last day of the year - it makes my brain happy, y'know?
#yesterday's promise#thunderbirds are go#other possible chapter titles for this:#scott adopts another teenager and doesn’t know how it keeps happening#Gordon is actually smart and people should listen to him more#Alan inherited Scott’s obliviousness#the author misses surfing and so is living vicariously through Scott#Virgil needs a hug seriously someone hug him right this second I’ll wait-#Kayo is an absolute icon#ok i’ll stop now
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BASICS
FULL NAME: Banks Halen Rainier
NICKNAME(S): n/a
BIRTHDAY: July 3rd (Cancer)
AGE: 26
CURRENTLY: Bradford Springs, Colorado
BIRTHPLACE: Seattle, Washington
RELIGION: Agnostic
FAMILY:
MOTHER: Amira Rainier
FATHER: Scott Rainier
AUNT(S): tba
UNCLE(S): tba
SIBLING(S): two younger brothers (both back in Seattle)
COUSIN(S): Kenzie Vaisman, tba
PET(S): Huck, a border heeler mix that he ‘adopted’ a little over a year ago
APPEARANCE:
HEIGHT: 6′1″; athletic build
HAIR: black ; cut short
TATTOOS: one on his chest that he got himself before he turned eighteen, one on his right forearm, and another along his collarbone that goes slightly up the side of his neck.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: he has quite a few scars littered across his body
STYLE:
pure grunge x hand-me-downs. a lot of his clothes were leftovers when his father moved out because he doesn’t have the time or the money to buy himself new things. work boots and flannel. he is lucky if he can make it a week without wearing the same thing twice unless it’s ruined or dirty beyond repair (but even then, he’s probably stuck with it for another few weeks/months).
wears a chain around his neck that he keeps hidden under his shirt. it contains an item that his mother gave him when he was younger.
an old set of drumsticks that he keeps in his backpack even though he had to sell his set to cover the cost of lawyers; he has a tendency to still play on whatever surface he can when he is bored or needs to do something with his hands
ABOUT:
tw: abandonment, violence, blood
He was born in Seattle, Washington to a couple that weren’t ready to have a kid, let alone end up with three by the time that Banks father left home. Banks was nine at the time and he learned by the age of fifteen that their father had another family on the other side of the city. He’d essentially traded up in life and left behind everyone else.
Banks took over taking care of his younger brothers, both too young to know what was going on at the time and as he got older, he was able to pick up odd jobs around town from people that were willing to pay under the table.
He had a lot of anger issues that went unchecked for too many years and without a proper outlet, only built on top of the resentment that he felt towards his father as well as others that had a much easier life. The only thing that seemed to keep him toeing the line was drumming; giving everything that he had to give into the love for the drums.
School was an afterthought. Fighting, truancy, detention, and community service took up the bulk of his childhood and teenage years until he somehow got one moment of right place at the right time and found a band looking for a drummer. It was too good to be true, something that he’d quickly realize but for once in his life; Banks was close to feeling happiness for the first time in years.
The band was his livelihood, barely graduating to make his mom happy and set somewhat of an okay example for his younger brothers but the band was where he was able to truly put everything out there on display without any of the blood and bruises that he would carry home with him after getting into yet another fight.
It wasn’t until after a show at a down town night club where everything went sideways again. He started to get into it with a guy on the sidewalk outside of the club, barely able to keep his hands to himself when the other wanted the fight as bad as he did. When River stepped in between them, the other guy took a chance to make River regret that choice (and Banks as well) as they put their hands on them. Banks saw red, the other guy saw the hospital and all he heard for months was how lucky that the other guy survived.
He plead guilty to the aggravated assault and was sent away for the next few years without any word on what happened to anyone else outside of his family. Banks tried to make peace with himself but it rarely worked but instead continued to feed the anger under his skin. By the time that he got out, everything was different but his family seemed worse for wear by the debt that he’d collected while being gone.
A few places would give him some work, back to being paid under the table again, but it wasn’t enough to keep him from finding the fights and being in the middle of it always. Again his mom would catch him slipping in in the middle of the night with blood all over his clothes and knuckles but a wad of cash on the dining room table in the morning.
Her worry is what sent him packing to Bradford Springs to crash with his cousin in hopes that he might get away from the fighting and the rage that seemed to live inside him (therapy was a joke). Banks works the graveyard shift at the local gas station and sends back whatever he can to his mom and brothers.
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Breaking the cycle | How Teen Wolf portrays its traumatized fathers
First of, I would like to say that the following words are my take on this. I am a 29 year old trans man of Caucasian descend who is an domestic violence and abuse survivor. I am diagnosed with ADHD since 12 and diagnosed with CPTSD since this year. I understand trauma and I understand what it does to people. But I am not a professional. I am a fan.
Secondly, the characters I’ll be talking about today are specifically the fathers of some of the main characters in Teen Wolf. Namely Chris Argent, Peter Hale, and Noah Stilinski.
I realize there are many more traumatized parents who would fit well in this essay and while I thought about including them, I decided that for now, these are the three characters I’m focusing on.
I would love to hear your thoughts about some of the other parents and how their traumatizing pasts might have contributed to the way they raised their children.
Sources are listed under the read more. The gifs I’m using are from Google.
I will be focusing on these characters, discuss what sort of trauma they have, how it affects them and how it affects the way they then raised their children. And why their stories are important for trauma and abuse survivors.
Let’s start with Noah Stilinski.
From Episode 3, Season 6 Sundowning we know the following about Noah’s homelife:
Elias was known for being both emotionally and physically abusive, and on at least one occasion, Noah stepped in to protect his mother from his abuse, causing his father to inadvertently throw him into a glass coffee table; his shoulder was scarred, and tiny fragments of glass remain under the now-healed wound even in the present day.
He even tells Scott: (While talking about a memory of him and Claudia in College.) “The kind of father I wish I had. The kind I... I hope to be."
In the same episode Noah also refers to the incident above as “That time.” Indicating that it wasn’t the first time this happened and it wasn’t the last either.
Piecing all the information together we can conclude that Noah was emotionally, psychologically, and physically abused by his father. We can also conclude that this abuse extended to his mother. Meaning he was also a victim of domestic violence.
There is also evidence in the episode that Elias might have abused Stiles, or at the very least has a very negative opinion of his grandson. “ That's right! Act like I'm not even here! Go crawling back to your dead wife and loser son!”
This scarred Noah, both physically and mentally. We see evidence of this in episodes where he reacts violently and explosively any time his son is hurt. He immediately blows up and threatens physical violence against the people who hurt his son.
A part of that is parental protection, but imagine that someone beat the living crap out of you and those you love every day of your life. Once you’re free of that person it leaves a mark and a smoldering fear of seeing the people around you getting hurt. When it happens you get angry, at the people who hurt your loved one, and at yourself. You weren’t there to protect them, you were too late.
Noah blames himself whenever Stiles gets hurt. I believe, based on his childhood home life that Noah corresponds his son getting hurt with failure as a parent. And knowing where he comes from, that’s an extra sore subject for him.
We have basis of it in canon.
We can also see that Noah’s guilt tends to eat at him if he ever has to discipline Stiles or yell at him. As shown in the following scene.
I believe that the abuse Noah endured makes him a very scared individual especially when it comes to raising his son. He’s constantly afraid he’s turning into his father, his afraid of making the same mistakes. He’s afraid he’ll scar and traumatize his own as he was traumatized himself.
The fact that Noah is aware of what he’s doing, that he stops when asked is enough of an indication to tell us, the audience, that he isn’t his father. Once Stiles indicates he’s okay, or simply tells his father to stop, Noah stops immediately. He usually hugs his son or initiates a kind physical contact right after.
He stops, he reflects, realizes his mistake, and tries to do better.
This is one way to break the cycle. Noah’s not perfect at it, we can see him struggle many times. He insults Stiles or his intelligence without meaning to, passing it off as a joke, he’s constantly working and is not around as much as he should be. And those are valid criticisms of this character.
But deep at his core Noah’s trying to break a cycle of physical and emotional abuse, he’s trying to be there for Stiles. Tells him to go to school, tries to keep an eye on Stiles and tries to talk to him whenever he has the chance to explore Stiles’s wellbeing and feelings.
This is a man who went through hell as a child, became a father, and decided to do better.
Noah is a character who effectively broke a viscous cycle and has a wonderful and strong relationship with his son as a result. It’s not without flaws and Noah’s not perfect. But he’s generally not abusive or an abuser. And that is a step in the right direction.
It also shows us, the audience, that no matter what home life you come from, you can arise above your own traumas and do better for the next generation.
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Now Chris Argent is an interesting one. I already talked about Chris and trauma in my daddy’s little soldier meta.
Considering the type of person Gerard is, and how he treats several teenagers in the show. I believe Chris is also a victim of emotional, psychological, and physical abuse. We don’t know much about his home life with his mother, so that I can not speculate on.
What we do know is, Gerard has no qualms about hurting children and teenagers. He’s admitted that he would kill his own son if it meant he survived. He’s raised his own son to be a weapon and to compartmentalize his emotions. I shudder to think as to what methods Gerard must have used on Chris. But as we never see them, I can only speculate.
So how did Chris break his cycle of abuse?
By not raising Allison to be a hunter. For the first seventeen years of her life, Allison didn’t know the Supernatural existed. She was kept out of her father’s life until it was no longer possible. She was never raised as a soldier, she wasn’t raised to hide her feelings. If anything, her father encouraged her and nurtured her to the best of his abilities. Chris tried to be there for his daughter.
He even moved her to France to get her away from their lives. He quit something he was raised to do and did it successfully, just to protect his daughter. He grew up to be everything his father wasn’t.
And while Chris, too, is not perfect at it, he does try and breaks the cycle.
He’s aware of their problems, addresses them, and tries to do better. He even extends this nurturing and protective side to Isaac later down the line.
Chris, a victim of abuse, sees the signs of abuse in Isaac, and decides; this one, this one I will nurture and protect too. Which he eventually accomplishes by bringing him to France and away from the craziness that is Beacon Hills. (Would have been nice to get a good plot about Chris adopting Isaac, but well, that’s another rant.)
Chris, like Noah, shows that even if you were raised in the worst circumstances, by being aware of your trauma and how that affects others, you can break the cycle and come out on top.
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And last but not least we have someone who went through an horrific event and possibly emotional abuse from his family, discovered he was a father, and then had to adjust.
I’m talking about Peter Hale.
Now Peter is not a morally good character in general. He has no qualms about killing people who get in his way. From what we know about his childhood Peter also had anger issues as a small child and often broke his toys.
However, the reason why I’m stating that Peter was most likely emotionally abused (I think by his sister Talia) is because we know that Talia, would not believe Peter about the fire and the Argents and waved his concerns away without considering them. She manipulated multiple of his memories and frequently hid the truth from him. And we know that their relationship from before the fire was strained.
We also know that Peter does care about his family. He cared for Cora in the hospital and he does care about whether Derek lives or dies and tends to keep an eye out for his nephew. In later seasons we also see Peter caring about his only daughter Malia and even express fear for her wellbeing when they go up against the Anuk-Ite.
His love for Malia is eventually what frees him from the Ghost Riders control and his wish for her to live is what motivates his decisions in Season 6 to try and keep her safe, and when he can’t keep her away from the fight, he joins her and tries to protect her.
Now I believe that the Peter we see in S1,2, 3 and S6B are the real Peter Hale. A traumatized man who believes his only way to stay alive is through manipulation and careful planning. But he does genuinely seem to care about a few people, Cora, Derek, and Malia.
In Season 1 Peter is still coming out of his traumatic event (being burned alive and then being in a coma) and he has to navigate a new world. He kills Laura (or so it is speculated) for her Alpha power and to heal himself. Because to Peter, he is the only one who can avenge his family and resolve the traumatic event he went through.
Revenge, of course, is generally not a good way to resolve trauma and the plan doesn’t work. His trauma is not resolved by killing Kate and he dies that night.
When Peter comes back practically powerless he has to navigate carefully and he does so through manipulating the people around him. To Peter, manipulation is the only way to stay alive and get ahead. This idea of his, had to come from somewhere.
This is where my theory of emotional abuse kicks in. Because if Peter was emotionally abused by his sister (for which there is evidence in canon), he most likely picked up his tactic of manipulation as a survival tactic.
Now out of the list. Peter is the only person who doesn’t fully rise above his past. The past still haunts him as he becomes a protector of Beacon Hills in S6B. But I firmly think that if we got to see more of Peter past this point, we would have seen a man starting his journey to recognizing his toxic traits and trying to do better by them. But that of course, is just speculation.
Peter’s story teaches us that the road to healing and becoming a better person isn’t always linear. It’s not a given that you’ll heal if you aren’t ready to accept it. Or if you’re so focused on getting revenge that healing is impossible, it’s also not going to work. And usually, trying to heal requires a positive presence in your life (Malia), a support system (Malia and the pack), and a willingness to recognize what you’re doing wrong and to better yourself moving forward.
Sources:
Breaking the Cycle of Child Abuse - Article written by a psychologist and peer reviewed by a psychiatrist
The cycles of violence - Article written for the WHO by the University of Birmingham
The Teen Wolf Wiki - for all information and episodes of these characters
Teen Wolf - MTV tv show that owns the characters.
#chris argent#noah stilinski#peter hale#teen wolf meta#teen wolf#meta#long post#trauma#healing#breaking the cycle
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Being Jackson’s older sister
Yay, guys! I'm bringing you a few headcanons about being Jackson's older sister.
Remember: My requests are open.
Remember²: English is not my main language, so I’m sorry if my writing maybe sounds bad for you.
Let's get started?
Word count: 1.093
Warnings: Inappropriate language
Look, I think Jackson suffers from an inferiority complex because of the adoption. I think that sometimes he felt he is an intruder in your life and your parent's life.
Despite loving you, he felt jealous about all the attention you got, not just from your parents but everyone. You always knew these Jackson's feelings, and you always make sure that he knew you love him.
A lot of Jackson's school colleagues would have a teenager platonic crush on you, like Isaac, Scott, Stiles...
You think it's inappropriate because of your age, but funny and cute at the same time.
Jackson thinks it sucks.
"Get away from my sister, morons. She's too good for you."
Lydia was absolutely enchanted by you. I think you two really would have a great friendship.
You would "adopt" her as your younger sister. And it would be really cool.
You two would be out to the hairstylist to care for your hair.
You would share your celebrity crushes.
And you would give her a lot of advice about your brother and life in general.
I think that you and Jackson would be arguing a lot because of his jealousy and envy about you.
You would be worried about him. Because of it, you're always making sure he is feeling loved by you.
You cooked the things he loves the most.
You invited Lydia for tons of family dinner.
And you were watching your little brother's behavior closer, to make sure he is okay.
But you notice that Jackson was hiding something.
Well, you had dated Derek for a looong time. He was your first love, first kiss, first boyfriend, first everything. BUT...
Here we got the "Kate Argent" factor. She really needed to get closer to him, am I right? So, she guaranteed that you would stay away from the Hale family, making you think that Derek cheated you with her.
You cried for days, and Jackson saw how much you were sad about it. Your parents even send you to exchange studies overseas, and that's the reason Derek really never got the opportunity to clarify things with you.
But was in that phase of your life that you'd learned about werewolves and all that stuff.
Because of it, your suspicions raised about your little brother be a werewolf.
The end of your relationship with Derek was one of the points that made Jackson dislike Hale. He hurt you, after all.
While you were trying to discover the truth about Jackson, he was protecting you from Derek because, well, Hale really wants to fix things between you two.
Jackson really doesn't want Hale in your life again, so he's making sure Derek is away from you.
"Look, just don't get closer to my sis again. I don't wanna see her hurt just because you're an arse."
However, your brother and your ex totally agree on one thing: They want you out of all that mess the supernatural world is.
You find it out quickly. And you don't give a fuck.
I mean, come on! You need to take care of your little brother and not the opposite.
When you were sure about Jackson, you began to let a few tips and useful advice about the werewolf world. I mean, you just want Jackson to know he can count on you.
Look, despite you two argue a lot, Jackson still loves you. When you let your advice for him, he became even more worried about you get in trouble in the supernatural world.
And he demonstrates it in his own way.
"I don't need your help! I'm fine, okay? Damn."
"Yeah, you need my help, and no, you're not okay. Stop being so stubborn."
So, he did a thing that was really hard for him: Jackson swallowed his pride and request for Derek's help. He knew Hale worry about you too, and knew he would help to keep an eye on you without hesitation.
"But no touches! You will need to watch her from a distance."
"I'm not complying orders from you, Jackson. Find another one to do this."
They finally agreed to talk with you. Together.
Because, no, Derek will NOT be alone with you. I mean, no way. Jackson would freak out, and Derek is trying to get things easier for you.
You froze when you saw your brother and your ex in front of your front door. That was the first time you saw Derek since you broke up with him.
Look, do I said that Jackson loves you? I mean, a lot. Despite you being the older, he really cares about you.
And when he heard the beat of your heart when you saw Hale after all that time, and after that tempestuous end of relationship, he felt conflicting feelings.
First: He knew what that means. When Jackson saw your face and heard the beat of your heart, he knew you missed Hale, and you were, still, hurt with all of what happened.
Jackson doesn't want you bad, just happy.
Second: He knew what that means!! And if you let him aside because of Derek? So, yeah, he's jealous about you.
Should he stay and talk with you about all the supernatural stuff? Should he leave and let you fix things with Derek?
Fuck off, he would do both things. Despite being a little bit selfish sometimes, Jackson knows when he should give up something. In that case, he knew you need to fix things with that stupid Alpha. If that's what you need, he will give it to you.
Derek and Jackson tried to talk with you about being away from all that supernatural stuff. You were rolling your eyes. You were not a princess in danger.
This conversation hasn't any results. But...
The next one maybe has resulted in a white peace flag between you and Derek.
Hale and Jackson considered that it would be better if you stay close to them, doing the investigations and all these things. It would be easier to take care of you.
After all, you would have a brother who would take care of you. Sometimes it would be hardest because of his inferiority issues, but you know that he still loves you.
Despite being a hard one to deal with sometimes, Jackson would do the necessary to protect you and to see you happy.
If deal with that weirdo Alpha would do you happy, and would make you feel better, he would do it for you. He would do it without a sign of doubt.
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romance book recs!!
romance is my feel good genre, and it’s also usually somewhat easier to read during stressful times, so here’s a list of some books that are either romance or have a romance element i feel like mentioning.
(EDIT: I STAYED UP TILL 2 AM DOING THIS HELP. this is why some of the comments. don’t make any fucking sense.)
romance books and authors:
CONTEMPORARY:
1. The Bromance bookclub series by Lyssa Kay Adams (A group of men form a bookclub dedicated to romance books in order to understand women, improve their relationships and become better men. It’s funny, cute, and all about dismantling toxic masculinity one romance book at a time)
2. Mariana Zapata books (The queen of slowburn romance. The only book I’ve read by her is ‘Under Locke’, but ‘From Lukov with love’ and ‘Kulti’ have rave reviews. There is so much build up and SO much sexual tension with a great pay off)
3. Milly Johnson books (A uk author whose books are primarily set in the north, these are total feel good books. Not so much graphic and more romantic, but her characters are great and her plot lines really hook you in.)
4. The Unhoneymooners by Christina Lauren (Super cute, quick enemies-to-lovers story about a bridesmaid who has to go on a honeymoon with the best man when the bride and groom get food poisoning. Obviously this means the holy of holies: fake relationship!)
5. Well met by Jen De Luca (Oh my gosh! Super fun, the characters are just wonderful especially our heroine. A hate-to-love romance set at a renaissance fair! All about overcoming the limits you set on yourself and rethinking your first impressions.)
6. Katherine Center books (My personal favourites are ‘How to walk away’ about a woman who falls for her PT after a near fatal plane crash. And ‘Happiness for beginners’ about a woman taking part in a wilderness trail with her brothers annoying best friend. She writes such great plots and you really feel all the emotions!)
7. Mhairi Mcfarlane books (my personal favourites are ‘Here’s looking at you’ about a woman who comes face to face with her high school bully years later - only he doesn’t recognize her. And he’s not awful? Don’t worry. I know how that synopsis sounds. He’s not excused his actions, but you also understand how he’s grown and changed. It definitely gets you in the feels though. As does ‘You had me at hello’ Which is about a couple from university meeting again years later. God this woman can write angst and yearning!!)
8. A part of me by Anouska Knight (On the same day she and her husband have been accepted into the adoption process, their marriage implodes. This has such a cute romance which follows hate-to friends- to love and it’s v funny)
9. Southern Eclectic series by Molly harper (Just as it sounds. Southern small town romance with a great, quirky cast of characters)
10. Maggie’s man by Lisa Gardner (writing as Alicia Scott) (An escaped convict kidnaps a woman from the courthouse to act as his hostage whilst he tries to prove his innocence. Surprisingly funny and warm. Maggie as a heroine is an absolute joy. They’re sort of chaotic together and it’s a wild ride.)
11. The Mister by E.L James (LISTEN OK - SIT BACK DOWN - It’s not winning awards but it’s actually decent! I was skeptical, but I will admit I was won over. I mean parts are cheesy but it’s so addictive. Basically a rich man falls for his cleaning lady - but it’s also about the yearning. It’s also quite action packed as there’s danger, drama and a chase across europe to get the girl.)
12. RECENT Colleen Hoover (Now, you may enjoy older CH books. Personally I find them very problematic. Now I’ve really enjoyed her recent books though. Especially ‘Without Merit’ and ‘It ends with us’ and ‘Regretting you’. High angst, high drama, dark topics for all of her books. But you can tell she’s matured with her writing. She isn’t for everyone but they’re addictive, fast paced reads.
13. The Austenland duology by Shannon Hale (You might have seen the Austenland movie - The cutest, cheesiest, sweetest, campiest movie ever. Well there’s a book! It’s about women who go on a holiday and live their own Jane Austen story with actors. The first book leans towards Pride and Prejudice and Mansfield park. The second book is more Northanger abbey and Emma.
14. Brigid Kemmerer contemporaries (She is an auto-buy author for me, especially her contemporaries. She writes the best teenage characters, the best teenage boys I’ve ever read about. Her characters are real, she writes about kids trying their best, struggling, and being good, and kind, and the world not being kind to them. Usually the books have a pov from both the female and male love interest. I would rec any of them tbh. ‘Letters to the lost’ comes before it’s companion novel ‘More than we can tell’. I loved ‘Call it what you want’ with has modern Robin Hood elements!!!! seriously she is my favourite YA contemporary author.
15. Sophie Kinsella books (If you haven’t picked up her stand alone novels then what are you doing???? she is the queen!!!! Personal favourites are ‘Can you keep a secret’ and ‘I’ve got your number)
16. A quiet kind of thunder by Sara Barnard (I love her ok. Her books are short and sweet but she packs a punch. TBH these aren’t primarily romance, they’re more just about teenage girls but this one has a good romance element so I’m putting it on here. It’s about Steffi, a selective mute who sometimes communicates with basic sign language who is assigned to look after the new boy at school Rhys, who is deaf.)
17. Meet me at the museum by Anne Youngson (GORGEOUS! moving, tender. A lonely housewifes strikes up a correspondence with a widowed museum curator in Denmark. Oh gosh. I just love this one. It’s about friendship, love, grief, second chances, the choices we make. Seriously love this one and it’s not that long.)
FANTASY:
1. Sorcery of thorns by Margaret Rogerson (Elisabeth has grown up in the great library, protecting grimoires with powers and fearing sorcerers. When a dangerous grimoire is released, she’s forced to team up with an enigmatic sorcerer and his demonic servant in order to save the world.)
2. Sky in the deep duology by Adrienne Young (A viking inspired story about a warrior who is captured by the tribe she is at war with. Such good tension and it’s also got a lot of action. Battle couple romance! Mutual respect! Hate to love!)
3. The Rose Garden by Susanna Kearsley (I’ve reread this book once but will end up reading it again. It’s a time travel romance about a woman staying in cornwall dealing with the death of her sister who is transported back and forth to the 17th century. It’s a favourite. The romance is wonderful but the stakes are really high too. I also love ‘Belleweather’ by the same author)
4. An ember in the ashes series by Sabaa Tahir (Oh god, the romance. THE ROMANCE! it’s so much. The angst, the pining, the longing. The first book follows Laia, part of a slave class in a roman inspired world. She begins spying in the top military academy and meets Elias, a reluctant soldier. This is a proper fantasy series with only the first three books out, but it’s so great.)
5. Alias Hook by Lisa Jensen (Let me just copy the blurb ok: “Meet Captain James Benjamin Hook, a witty, educated Restoration-era privateer cursed to play villain to a pack of malicious little boys in a pointless war that never ends. But everything changes when Stella Parrish, a forbidden grown woman, dreams her way to the Neverland in defiance of Pan's rules.” I MEAN COME ON. a gorgeous adult fairytale with love and redemption at the center.
6. The Mediator series by Meg Cabot (Obviously Meg Cabot is the most iconic and we stan. But this series is my absolute favourite by her. About Suze Simon, a kickass, no nonsense mediator - Someone who helps ghosts move on to the other side. Sometimes by force. She has to move house and ends up sharing her room with a 100 year old hot ghost named Jesse. The tension. The angst. THE BANTER!!!!)
7. House of Earth and Blood by Sara J Maas (a half fae half mortal girl tries to solve a murder with the help of a fallen angel. It’s a LONG book, but for me personally it flew by. It’s a big new fantasy world but the romance has a great build. Overcoming grief! Being normal together! Being in danger together! THE UST! the characters are so good. I ahven’t been this impressed by a new series for a while)
8. Cursebreakers series by Brigid Kemmerer (yep, she gets another mention. This one is a beauty and the best retelling about a man forced to relive the same season over and over, becoming a literal beat, until a girl from our world can break the curse. The second book, following secondary characters, is my fave so far. But both feature kickass ladies and those small romantic moments BK is so good at)
9. A court of thorns and roses series by Sara J Maas (a fae inspired beauty and the beast retelling. The only time you support a ship switch. Also the secondary ships are getting their own books and oh my god. I’m so excited.)
HISTORICAL/CLASSICS/MILLS AND BOON
1. Jane Austen (The original rom com queen, obviously. Pride and prejudice and Emma are faves. Also I have a major soft spot for the alwayc chaotic and underrated Northanger Abbey)
2. North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell (Actually might be my favourite classic ever. Often described at an industrial p&p. Margaret, from the south, comes face to face with the harsh reality of the world when she moves up north and comes face to face with a brooding millowner. There’s obviously a lot more nuance than that but. THE PINING!!!!!! THE MISCOMMUNICATION! THE DRAMA!)
3. The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer (You might have seen the film. Please also read the book. Told entirely in letters. The sharp witted author Juliet Ashton falls in love with Guernsey and it’s characters whilst researching what happened there during the war. Funny, moving and romantic.)
4. The Veronica Speedwell series by Deanna Raybourn (A butterfly hunter foils her own kidnap and is paired together with a reclusive natural historian. They solve mysteries together. They can’t admit they wanna sleep together. The tension.......unbearable. See also the Julia Grey mysteries by the same author)
5. The warrior knight and the widow by Ella Matthews (So last year I discovered Mills and Boon and I have no shame about it whatsoever. This is a medieval beauty and the beast retelling about a woman being escorted to her fathers estate by an enigmatic and scarred knight. She’s hoping to convince her father to let her steward her own lands, and of course trying not to fall for her escort.)
6. The bareknuckle bastards series by Sarah Maclean (A badass, brooding trio of siblings who rule the underbelly of Covent Garden fall for smart, beautiful women. Opposites attract, Good girl/bad boy, strong women, banter. Super fun historical romance)
7. Redeeming the reclusive earl by Virginia Heath (I just read this and it was seriously cute!!!! And book where the hero blushes even once is a good book in my opinion. Basically aspiring antiquarian named Effie barrels into the life of a new earl - who really just wants to be left alone to be grumpy and sad and disfigured. ALONE. But Effie wants to dig on his land. And she won’t take no for an answer. She also talks A LOT.
8. A family for the widowed governess by Ann Lethbridge (Technically this is part of a series but you don’t need to read them in order and this is the best one. A widow who is being blackmailed accepts a governess post. She can’t tell her employer about the blackmail especially when she starts falling for him.)
9. The bedlam stacks by Natasha Pulley (I read watchmaker and didn’t like it but you might like it. This one also FEAUTRES A M/M ROMANCE. I know this list was super straight im sorry. Anyway this is about a botanist falling in love with a priest in the jungle.
10. The wilderness series by Sara Donati (Think outlander without the time travel and also not set in scotland. Basically Last of the Mohicans fanfiction about Hawkeye’s grown up son. An english woman moves to america when her father promises she can be a school teacher there. Little does she know he actually has plans to marry her off. Things get more complicated when she falls for Nathaniel Bonner, a white man raised native american and who’s daughter and extended family is Native American. Like outlander there’s romance, adventure, history. But unlike the outlander books the love interest is a decent guy (i say as if i don’t love the tv show)
STUFF THAT REALLY ISN’T ROMANCE AT ALL. BUT I SHIP A SHIP.
1. The Lacey Flint series by Sharon Bolton (Lacey Flint is a police officer who becomes involved in the hunt to catch a Jack the ripper copycat. There actually is a strong romantic element with the other lead police officer.)
2. The last hours duology by Minette Walters. A novel about the black death and a closed estate lead by a woman who’s trying to protect her people. There’s also a kind of murder mystery. But she also has a close relationship to one of the surfs that I got super invested in.
3. The Strike series by J.k Rowling (I know we don’t stan anymore but. This series about PI and his assistant slowly growing closer? Becoming best friends and partners? Not acknowledging any feelings for each other?
#books#book recs#literature#romance#romance books#romance reads#penvenens#romance recs#romance reader#historical romance#probably forgot loads
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Hey there. So You don’t have to do this but do you have fanfics where Sherlock is a single parent? Thank you so much
SINGLE-PARENT SHERLOCK
See also:
Parentlock
Parentlock Pt. 2
Adoption
Hey Nonny!
Sorry about the title, it’s so I can quickly identify that this post has a lot of fics on it and will be filed accordingly.
So I don’t recall reading many, just this fic I know of for sure:
Albion and the Woodsman by Glenmore (NR [E], 54,437 w., 50 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post S3, Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst, Family, Drug Use, Depression, Sherlock POV, Light Humour, Reconnecting, Declarations of Love) – Sherlock and John are devastated after Mary Morstan makes her final moves. Sherlock relapses at the crack house, John walks around the world … and a lot happens in between. Parentlock, in the good way.
And, checking my “to read” list, I found these similar fics:
A Twist of Fate by cloud_wolfbane (M, 21,103 w., 12 Ch. || Omegaverse, Mpreg, Drug Use, Parentlock) – In a cocaine bender Sherlock forgets to take his heat suppressants and spends his heat with a soldier readying for deployment. While he remembers the man’s kindness he does not remember his name. In a move even Sherlock isn’t sure he can deduce, he decides to keep the child. What will he do 10 years later when he meets Dr. John Watson at Barts? Part 1 of the Twist of Fate series
The Third Holmes by heartsdesire456 (M, 30,241 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, References to Suicide, Parenthood, Angst, Slow Burn) – After Sherlock’s death, John was an empty shell. He felt like he was simply existing. Until the day, a few months after Sherlock’s death, that Mycroft asks something of John that John had never expected. Faced with caring for the teenaged son John didn’t know Sherlock even had, John is tested beyond his wildest dreams as he is forced to learn to be a parent. Just when everything seems well and John and the boy he considers his own child have settled into a happy life, everything is turned upside down by the arrival of someone John never expected to ever see again.
Learning Curve by thpontiacbandit (M, 41,422 w., 22 Ch. || Teacher / Parent AU || America, Fluff and Smut, Parentlock, Frottage) – John is a Kindergarten teacher. One of his students, a boy named Henry Holmes, refuses to speak in school. John is determined to get to the bottom of it, and that is how he meets Sherlock Holmes.
Where You Can’t Quite Reach by SilverDragon00 (T, 55,338 w., 16 Ch. || Post-TRF, Canon Divergence, Depression, Parentlock, Sherlock’s Son, Panic Attacks, Angst, Bullying, Drama, Teenagers) – Sherlock took his life four months ago, and John’s found himself in a pit of self-destruction and depression he doesn’t care to climb out of. Then Mycroft shows up with someone John didn’t even know existed - Sherlock’s thirteen year old son - and asks John to take care of him. John doesn’t know if he can handle living with another Holmes, especially this one who looks so like the one he lost. John has to pull himself together and deal with his own emotions, while trying to raise his best friend’s teenager. Until everything he works hard to create for them is turned upside down by the one person he never expected to see again. Part 1 of the Oliver Scott ‘Verse series
Vault by masterofall14 (M, 64,598 w., 23 of 31 Ch || WiP || Loosely Inspired By Room, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, Parentlock / Sherlock Has a Son, PTSD, Eventual Johnlock, Suicide Attempt, Pining John, Sherlock Loves John & Vice Versa, Big Brother Mycroft, Triggers, Creepy Magnussen, Happy Ending) – Jack lives in Room with his Pa, Sherlock. They share everything, except the secret that Jack isn’t privy to… Room is in Appledore’s vault. Magnussen and the woman his Pa calls the Wicked Witch visit when Jack sleeps and Jack can’t explain where the bruising on his Pa’s body comes from… But if they get out, how will they both cope after years of imprisonment? Even Sherlock, who can imagine nothing other than the four walls he has known for thirteen years…
Fill our mouths with cinnamon now by lbmisscharlie (E, 114,348 w., 6 Ch. || Kid Fic, Case Fic, Fluff, Angst, Dubious Parenting, Child Endangerment, Descriptions of Violence) – When Sherlock invited John to live with him in 221B, he forgot to mention he was a single father to a four-year-old girl.
If any of my lovelies have any to rec, let me know!
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Going M.I.A Until July 5th After Being Peeved Off By Toxic-Humans
I just need to have some time for myself,
and I wanted to wait until July to start posting again.
I just need to try to relax and do some self healing,
and it all has to do with finding out a bit more about Scott Cawthon.
look, no one has to agree about the same religious views.
I mean I have to stay in the Neo-Christian/Ma-Acolyte Closet,
as well as the Aceflux closet and the bigender identity closet with my family.
it be nice if it didn’t happen while FNAF Security Breach was still in the works.
I’m not even sure if it’s even finished, I can only hope that someone with a heart picks up where Scott left off and adopts the series but still gives Scott credit.
right now I’m listening to a comfort song right now,
which is Lily Allen’s song F**k You.
I guess I could listen to some other songs to comfort me,
but how I feel, it calls for that song.
I just wish they didn’t bring Trump or the other names that are involved into that mess...
after finding out that Trump had some form involvement of the, my guess bullying...
I did get upset at him enough to cry and say I hate him.
of course I can’t say that to my Mom or half of my family.
sure one half supported him and the other half don’t,
but we are still family.
I don’t much care for Presidents in Real Life, I have very little trust in them.
ones in movies or video games or any form of entertainment, are fine.
since it is just in a fictional world that is at times a counterpart of ours.
no one has to agree about my being mad at Trump, and that’s okay.
I can’t help but think that there is a possibility that Scott had retired
because of the bullying and it possibly being linked to Trump.
we all don’t have to agree to like or dislike Trump.....
but I’m sure a lot of people are upset at those that caused the early retirement
before the Five Nights at Freddy’s Security Breach
but maybe there will be still hope for it,
at least if it is true that Scott has a successor.
and if they do continue work on the Security Breach,
then we can only hope things works out well.
I didn’t know there was gonna be a successor,
until I was just looking up some more info about the whole FNAF thing.
but yeah, with only half of what I know so far,
it is still going to be a part of my Semi-Misanthrope.
I still know there are some good people in this world,
that is why it is “Semi”, which is better than it being the full.
maybe later I can try to look up more info about the whole thing,
but it is still possible the bullying was part of the reason for the early retirement.
I’m still peeved at this one person who was bad mouthing YandereDev.
if they are taking long to finish the game, it is because these things take time,
and also everyone has a off day where they wont be able to work on something right away and might have to put it on hiatus.
if Yandere Simulator ever gets on a Disc or game card,
and ends up being playable on Xbox One or Nintendo Switch...
I hope there will be a mode where we can dress up as Chara from Undertale.
at least there is some good news,
Doki Doki Literature Club will be on Nintendo Switch, I have been meaning to mention that after I had found out some days ago.
and parents should not let their child play it if they are under the age of 15.
don’t go blaming the mature content, when it’s you the parents who are to blame.
hey I did see a movie that I was not the proper age for,
and I wasn’t even a teenage yet when I saw it.
I’m talking about Cool World, I still like it and have the DVD.
but after remembering I had seen that movie, and we had rented it from a place that rented out VHS tapes.
I came to realize that letting me see that too early, even though I don’t think I can remember much about watching it during that time, all I know is that I did watch it.
but at least it didn’t get as mature as the Deadpool Movie,
and I still like the Deadpool Movie.
but anyway I figured out that it was wrong for my family to let me watch Cool World when I wasn’t the proper age for it,
and even letting me watch something else with the “witch” word on it,
when I was a toddler and I ended up saying “Son of a Witch”
of course it wasn’t the word witch, but you get what I’m going with this right?
I had to try to keep my little cousin from playing my Deadpool video game,
and it was lucky I caught them on time when the game had barely started.
did they even think about stopping them before they fully started to playing?
I don’t want to make the same mistake as my Mom or anyone else in my family.
at least the bad word I used wasn’t my first word.
but I had come to realize that it isn’t the mature content to blame,
but the parents, and even if some parents are willing to admit this cold truth.
that is perhaps long overdo, not all parents might admit to it.
if you have any mature stuff either on your computer or even a movie or show on DVD.
make sure to hide it from the child, give them their own computer
but put a child lock on the browser, where only you know the password.
and if you tend to forget passwords, write it on paper then hide it where your child or little sibling, can’t find it and it’s in a place that only you know.
also I want to say this....
I rather be a part of a Neo-LGBT, there can be different types of Aces.
some who are flux like myself, but because of the whole sexual energies,
I didn’t figure it out until I started to protect myself with my bracelets.
a Aceflux person can be a sexual empath, picking up the sexual energies of others when they are either in the same room or a different room all together.
and just because someone is Heteroromantic-Ace, doesn’t mean they should be exclude from the LGBT Community, even if some will still welcome them.
and even if some might not believe that a Ace can end up being a sexual empath, but it might be very rare.
I’m not sure if there are many Aces that are sexual empaths,
and didn’t figure it out until they started to wear gem bracelets to protect themselves.
I think I’m the only one I know of that is doing that.
of course when I had first started to wear a bracelet,
it was because of a dream that felt too real and I was in between awake and asleep and then I was scared awake...
it was also dark and I was laying on my back, that is part of what I remember before being scared awake.
and I can’t tell my family I’m one, or how I believe it had first started.
I rather not talk about that right now.
but the whole me rather being a part of a Neo-LGBT doesn’t really have to do with my being Aceflux, well technically Aroaceflux.
it is for different reasons,
of course I will have to be in the closet about being part of a Neo-LGBT Community......wait, is there already a Neo version...?
well I guess I’m fine being a solo member for now.
at least not everyone in the LGBT Community made false accusations on Scott.
and I’m not sure if my pendulum is being 100% truthful,
when I asked about Scott’s sexuality, I mean when I asked if he was Hetero,
I was given a No, but when I asked if he was Pan, I got a Yes.
but that might not be true,
I mean I guess there is a possibility that it could be true.
but maybe I should throw some salt on my pendulum later.
and if it turn out those questions were true, and I was being given a truthful answer.
then it might make others sorry for bullying him.
plus I want to point out, that you can’t just keep hating someone
who believed the lies that they were taught while growing up
about how a different gender identity from your bio-sex one
or not being hetero, is evil.
it’s only when they end up seeing the truth that they might end up discovering
that they aren’t hetero, and might just be bi or pan instead.
I wanted to tell my my family about me being on the Asexual Spectrum,
well the flux type of it.
but I wanted to get their view on it first, about the Asexuality.
like I had said before, it didn’t work out too well.
and I had to make it seem I wasn’t Asexual at all.
even though I was asked if I was, I didn’t say Yes and made sure to not give away I was one.
then when I went to my room, I started crying.
how I reacted was perfectly normal, as I had found out when I found some info about how a parent shouldn’t disapprove of it.
I love my family, but it’s best that I never come out of the protective closets I place myself in, that I can only come out online.
also I’m gonna try to relax and try to just hope the FNAF series keeps alive and there really being a successor who will continue it.
well now that I know the one who partly more responsible,
is a Toxic Game Journalist........
that person sucks, they suck and I hate them so much.
any Toxic-Journalist that dares do what that one did,
they are just as bad as the paparazzi that harassed a distant cousin of mine.
and if their lies is what got everyone mad at Scott,
at least not everyone, but still.....
I hope that Toxic Game Journalist who started it all,
will get the karma they deserve after they screwed everything up.
and yes while writing this, I wanted to look up more info about the whole FNAF and Scott Cawthon thing.
and it does appear that the root is a toxic game journalist.
and if I had to put two and two together,
I say the Youtube Video that peeved me off before,
that had to do with a doxxing of Scott and [Redacted]
and if had to do with that disgusting filth of a shisno.
if the info had happen some time after that whole mess happen,
then it means that that disgusting human whoever they are,
is the cause of it.
and there is a reason why I put [Redacted]
as I do not wish for the other person/creator of another series,
to be mentioned in this.
Cancel Culture is Evil, even if something does get cancelled,
it shouldn’t involve the cancel culture cult.
don’t blame the content, blame the parents.
Pepe Le Pew deserved better,
he could of been added into the Space Jam 2 Movie,
if he got character development.
he could still flirt, but would learn to keep it a bit more friendly,
and not force himself on a gal he likes.
ya don’t see girl characters being treated the way he has been treated,
Pepe deserves better, not just Amy Rose, Dot Warner and Fifi La Fume.
that is being sexist towards Pepe.
and it’s sexist for women and even some men,
to assume if a guy wears pink or uses a pink straw, he might not be consider a man.
so wait, if a woman wearing a blue shirt or uses a blue straw, she is still a woman...?
only a real man wears pink, uses a pink straw and even cries.
and I really hope there is a Anti-Cancel Culture Group to put that shisno group in their place.
I want to try to hope things get better, and the FNAF will continue,
and Scott will get a apology from those who had believed that shisno.
maybe I should avoid looking more info about it.
I just need to try to do the self healing and hope everything gets better,
and hope it isn’t a cruel joke about there being a successor.
I guess I can try to look it up more about it to check to be sure if it is true.
I’m gonna check a few more stuff on here first, before I sign off.
and I hope some of you understand why I’m upset about what happen with Scott.
it isn’t right what happen, and how it happen.
and no matter if he supported Trump or not, there is some lines that should never cross when it comes to a dislike of a president or former president.
but if it came to picking him or the evil woman, I would only pick him to keep the babies safe.....but I’m not sure if the rumor about Hillary Clinton is true or not,
I mean when I had found out about it, I was praying she wouldn’t become president because I was worried about the innocent lives.
but if the rumors still turn out to be 100% true, I still don’t want her as the first Madam President.
I don’t even trust Biden very much, but I will have to try to hope and pray everything will be okay.
like I said, I don’t fully trust Real Life Presidents.
the best thing I can do is hope and pray that everything will work out.
for real, this will be the last post until July.
but I wont sign back in and post anything again until July 5th.
I’m still listening to Lily Allen’s song, I’m gonna listen to it a few more times.
anyway not all of you might agree with all I said,
and I’m not gonna force you to...
so see ya later, stay safe and beware of shisno.
PS:
Please Do Not Misinterpret anything that was wrote in this.
and I’m gonna hope that not everyone believed that bull about Scott being a Anti-LGBT.
and I do hope the shisno who started that mess, will get karma for what they did and causing FNAF to be almost cancelled for good.
and it better not be cancelled for good,
and there better be truth to the whole successor to the game series.
and if it turns out that my pendulum isn’t joking about Scott’s sexuality,
if it turns out to be 100% true and not a prank my pendulum is pulling.
then I hope he gets a lot of apologizes, not only from the other stuff,
but also about the Anti-LGBT calling.
#self healing#need alone time to heal#five nights at freddy's#someone please adopt five nights at freddy's#successor#neo-lgbt community#beware of shisno
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Clear The Area - Chapter Two
Previous chapter HERE
Warning: Not explicit (yet); some mild language.
Summary: 29-year-old nurse Sarah Bernette has worked hard to get where she is. Moving to Boston from a nowhere dump of a town, she’s studied hard and is grateful her stress is finally paying off. Despite being fostered repeatedly throughout her childhood, she’s since found some comfort in the form of her adopted parents, Jocelyn and Noah, and a pseudo-adoptive family of sorts in form of the Evans clan who have treated her as one of her own ever since she moved in with best friend, Shanna. Valuing them above all else, she appreciates their support even more when her long lost birth mother decides to reappear in her life after so many years, and is surprised to find out just how supportive Chris is in particular. As she struggles to maintain a firm grip on both her professional and private lives, she finds an ill-advised solace in her growing mutual attraction with him but how long before everything unravels and threatens to pull the rug out from underneath her?
Note: I apologise for my spelling/grammar errors.
CHAPTER TWO
Sarah made very little effort to more that day. On occasion, and as often as she could, she preferred the relative safety of a self-made cocoon, with the excessive amount of pillows and duvet lying across her as she lounged on her bed, her wavy brunette locks in a messy bun. The alternative was a run followed by trash television (also one of her favourite guilty pleasures on a day like today) but both of those would have required her to get up and she didn’t feel like that just now. Even her phone telling her it was after one o’clock in the afternoon was enough to shame her into moving. The bedroom windows were as wide open as possible as was necessary for this time of year, and she slipped both feet out from under the covers to let the warm breeze caress her skin and envelope her space, calming her completely.
She must have fallen asleep quite early last night. Shan and Chris had left around 7p to head to their mom’s house, leaving Sarah to indulge in a much-needed shower before making her world-famous grilled cheese with as much as she could physically pack under the grill. She fell into a carb-induced come soon after.
When she woke, Shan had been making various noises around the flat, slamming a couple of drawers here and there before retiring to sleep. Sarah was too tired to check in on her to make sure everything was OK. Shan would no doubt fill her in when she saw her the next morning and they would inevitably catch up on each other’s gossip for the first time that week. Sarah had been working longer hours lately but as always, the first 20 minutes of the every morning was reserved for “Shan Time”; just listening to her vent for a little while. She never minded so much. It meant she didn’t have to pay attention to her own thoughts.
Today, though, she had a full 24 hours of freedom and was intending to make no effort whatsoever to move from her self-imposed exile. She had no plans; a rare treat for herself to do absolutely nothing.
Her laptop was open with numerous tabs keeping her entertained. She checked Facebook, spent 15 minutes on a Buzzfeed article about puppies, then read CNN. Always in that order on a day off. At some point, she’d stumbled upon a gossip article about Chris and Jenny and, against her better judgement, scanned the details. According to a “source”, it was lust at first sight. The pair of them hung out a lot at his apartment where he would hold his famous game nights - that detail she could 100% believe - and soon after she stopped her husband’s weekly visits to set. Her husband seemed quite nice actually, very non-threatening in his appearance, almost dorky, the complete opposite of Chris she realised which seemed a bit dubious. Indeed, Jenny herself appeared to be the complete opposite of who Chris usually pursued. She seemed nice enough, though, and an up-and-coming name in the comedy world. He mentioned her once or twice on the random weekends he would fly back to Boston for some down time during production. She was funny and outspoken. She was quirky too, both physically and intellectually. Sarah thought they might get along if they were to ever have the chance to meet in person. Nevertheless, she had picked up on a lot of insider knowledge thanks to knowing Chris over the years and could spot clickbait a mile away.
“I’m not so sure, y’know,” Sarah jumped as Shan climbed onto her bed behind her with a plate of toast and a fresh coffee in hand. She felt embarrassed to have been caught reading gossip about her brother but Shan seemed nonplussed. “About her. I reckon something happened and he’s burying his head in the sand about it.”
“Did he talk about her last night?”
“No, not really. Mom pushed it a few times and he got annoyed and left. Scott went after him, I think.” Shan seemed relatively blase about the whole thing as she sat cross-legged, munching on her toast. Sarah stole a mouthful of her coffee and closed the laptop, flinching at how sweet she liked it. “This is exactly what he does. He messes around and then doesn’t stick around long enough to deal with the consequences. He’s probably fucked up her relationship for good.”
“You don’t know that for sure.”
“Oh, believe me. It’s textbook for him. He just does whatever he wants to do.” She finished her toast and took her mug back from Sarah. “What was your letter about?”
Sarah’s attention was quickly drawn towards her dresser table and to the brown envelope she’d forgotten about, currently sitting there unopened. She couldn’t bring herself to read its contents last night with how tired she felt and she was good at ignoring things when she wanted to. It was an exceptional talent of hers.
“I haven’t looked yet.” She admitted. “I just have this...feeling nothing good’s gonna come of it.”
“Shan’s heart pinched for her friend. “Do you think it’s that lady again?”
“i don’t know. Maybe. I thought she would have given up by now but maybe she’s gone via the courts. I was reading about it online and apparently, they can request legal assistance when tracking down a child. Regardless of what the child wants. Can you believe that?”
She could. Shanna had found herself in a similar predicament some years earlier. Indeed, when they first met, their mutual experiences had been something of a conversation point and there followed many, many late nights talking until the small hours, drinking wine and putting the world to rights. It was the first time in her life Sarah had reached some sense of resolution and understanding about the whole thing.
It wasn’t common knowledge but Shan’s birth mother had contacted her a couple of years earlier via some handwritten letters and a few photographs. Turns out her parents had been childhood sweethearts who fell pregnant and ultimately decided they couldn’t raise the child together. There was also an allusion to some religious reason as well but Shan wasn’t altogether interested by that point. She recognised how unbelievably lucky she had been and didn’t want to rock the boar for something that may or may not make her life extra complicated. Sarah also sensed Lisa was struggling a bit with the contact as well although, outwardly, she was supportive of whatever decision Shanna decided to make. Chris and Scott on the other hand? Well, they were not pulling any punches. Chris in particular took the view it was some pathetic attempt to absolve themselves of guilt.
“Do you want me to open it?” Shan offered bringing Sarah back into the room. In all honesty, Shan would have done a lot more. She would have called up the Adoption Agency herself pretending to be Sarah and telling them in no uncertain terms where to stick it if she’d asked her to. It was one of Sarah’s favourite things about her; her unwavering loyalty to the people she loved the most. Act first, ask questions later. When she’d first met Carly, the oldest Evans’ child, she’d pulled her to one side and said “You’re stuck now”. She hadn’t looked back since.
Sarah pondered the letter before getting out of bed and collecting it from the table. She looked it over once more before opening the seam. It felt thicker than yesterday and there was definitely some kind of booklet enclosed. Just as she was about to pull the contents out, however, the front door slammed shut.
“Oh fuck. Sorry. I got annoyed with Chris always ringing the goddamn doorbell all the time so I just gave him the spare key, “ she remembered, quickly sliding off her bed and dashing out of the room. Sarah was going to follow her, another few minutes wasn’t going to make much difference. Then, just as she pulled the letter out a few extra centimetres, curiosity got the better of her. There, in black and white, was the name of biological mother: Charlotte.
Charlotte.
It didn’t sound like an older woman’s name to her. You know how some names have connotations of responsibility and authority and wisdom, and ‘Charlotte’ didn’t seem like one of them. It wasn’t a ‘Joanne’ or a ‘Susan’ or even a ‘Lisa’ now thought about it. Those names provoked feelings of comfort and reassurance. ‘Charlotte’ was the name of a twenty-something pretty blonde who had thousands of followers on Instagram and zero obligations. ‘Charlotte’ drove a swanky soft-top her father bought for her 21st birthday.
She was probably being petulant while staving off thoughts of Charlotte having been a teenage mother who couldn’t face the pressure of raising a child at such a young age. What if she herself had lived a troubled life and something bad had happened to her and she suddenly found herself bereft with a new born baby girl clinging to life in her arms? Or, like Shan’s mother, had some overbearing ogre of a grandmother shadowing her and telling her she would go to hell for having sex out of wedlock? Maybe she had been forced in some way to give her up outside of her control. Suddenly, Charlotte seemed like she could do with her sympathy.
Shan reappeared in Sarah’s doorway and paused before speaking noticing Sarah had the letter open in her hands. She gave her a sympathetic smile.
“Um Chris is here with some beers and stuff. I think Scott is coming over to watch a movie. I haven’t said anything about... you know...” She nodded towards the letter. Sarah smiled back at her but didn’t want to give away much more.
“Sure. I could do with a drink.”
*
A few hours had passed and they had been lying around the flat drinking beers and shouting at Iron Chef, Shan’s favourite lazy day programme. Scott had arrived not long after Chris but dipped in and out to have phone arguments with his boyfriend, Zach. Zach was his first boyfriend in some time that was considerably younger than him but seemed to fit in well with the family. It was perhaps fair to say that Chris was slightly less tolerant of him and possibly wary of any new figure in their lives given how much more visible he had become now that he was a living and breathing embodiment of a superhero. That said, Zach seemed nice and cute and funny, and Scott was clearly crazy about him and had been since Day One.
“Trouble in paradise.” quipped Chris as he walked into the kitchen. The front door was slightly ajar with Scott on the outside of the apartment, pacing up and down the hallway. Sarah had been washing up and wiping down the surfaces following dinner. Chris leaned back against the countertop next to her. “I don’t know why they insist on arguing so much. It’s just flogging a dead horse at this point.”
“He likes him a lot. When you like someone, you make it work not matter how hard things get.” she shoved him to move over a little so she could grab the sponge from behind where he was stood.
“No, you don’t. You ignore their calls and texts until they get the message. If not, you leave the country.” He smirked. Sarah shook her head in disbelief, chuckling, wondering if perhaps he was only half kidding.
“Do you think they’re getting anywhere?” he asked. She knew he was concerned deep down. He couldn’t help himself.
“I’m not sure to be honest. I’ve heard “you’re not listening to me” about seven times.”
Chris winced, folding his arms. They were both now staring at the front door when Scott suddenly returned. Without thinking, they tried their best to look as though they hadn’t just been eaves-dropping on his conversation. Chris reached for the spray, almost performing a full circle in panic. “So, I should just wipe this and then we’re done?”
Scott threw up his arms. “Oh pur-lease you guys. You don’t have to pretend that you couldn’t hear that. I know how loud I was talking.”
“We weren’t listening!” Chris protested, feighing astonishment.
“You’re holding cleaning products, bro. You’re normally about as useful around the house as a wooden frying pan.”
The kitchen fell quiet as soon as Scott has walked back into the living room. Sarah wished she could have snapped a picture of the stunned look on Chris’ face right at that moment as he stood holding the Jif. He turned to look at her, offended.
“I clean.” he objected.
“are you trying to convince me or yourself?” she avoided eye contact, giggling to herself. She could feel the mock annoyance radiating off him as he stood to the side of her eyeline waiting for her to move. They could be here for some time. He resorted to spraying her hair.
“Hey! That was uncalled for!”
“I’m gonna tell mom you’re bullying me again.” He put the spray down and flashed her an eyebrow raise. She didn’t know why but she felt a blush cover her skin in that moment as he whispered almost intimidatingly close to her ear, “You missed a spot by the way.”
“What?! Where?” She jumped and he laughed out loud. Realising he had been kidding, she threw him a glare and the dishcloth. “If you’re not going to help you can get out of my kitchen.”
“Oh my god that was too easy! Seriously, Sarah, lighten up. It’s only gonna get messy again in a few hours.” He playfully attempted to grab the sponge from her hand but she held it aloft to one side out of his reach. He enjoyed messing with her. It was something he did when there wasn’t a lot else going on and she recognised this, fearing this was going to be the new norm for her now he was practically living here. She’d have to put the lock back on the bathroom door for sure. “Do you think you’ll be retiring to you bachelor pad anytime soon? Some of us have to get up early in the morning.”
His face lost its boyish glee in that moment and she felt like she had kicked a puppy. He picked the dishcloth back up and proceeded to dry a few plates, placing them in a neat pile to one side. He peeked at her from the corner of his eye.
“How about I repay you with beer and household chores?”
*
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#Chris Evans#Evans Fic#Fan fiction#Clear The Area#Sarah Bernette#chris evans x original female character#Chris fic#Syms Writing
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I’ve Put A Spell On You - Stiles Stilinski
Author: @mf-despair-queen
Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Word Count: 11,207
Summary: Stiles is revisited by the witch that lured him into a sexy night a year ago. But, this time, she’s back for him - not the souls of kids.
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral (both receiving), Public-ish Sex in a Bathroom, Doggy, Teasing, Bondage, Sexy Finger Sucking, Dirty Dancing
Notes: I honestly don’t think this came out as well as I wanted or hoped, but it’s still rather cute. Happy Halloween! Sequel to Hocus Pocus.
Stiles walked out of his bathroom, rubbing a towel through his hair. Tossing it aside, he pulled the red shirt over his head, his blue plaid pajama pants dragging along the carpet. Pulling back the blankets, he crawled into bed, covering his legs up to his waist. He grabbed his alarm, setting it for his early morning wake up call. Before he clicked off his lamp, the boy sighed, his eyes falling to the date.
October Thirty-First.
He felt familiar pressure against his legs, turning to spy the black cat he inherited making her way up his body until she was curling up on his side. Stiles smiled down at her, petting the silky black fur of the cat. “Tomorrow’s the day, Salem,” he whispered, expecting no response. “Halloween.”
The cat looked up, meowing through a yawn.
Stiles chuckled, the light fading from the room, He relaxed into the bed, the cat purring against his side. He felt her body rise and fall as she slept, sleep beginning to wash over him. One final thought race through his always active mind before it shut down for the night. I wonder if something interesting will happen this year. Will she come back?
The tingle in his shoulder went unnoticed when the clock hit midnight - officially making it Halloween. Mischief night was upon Mischief himself because he didn’t know the things he thought about so often was already beside him.
~
Salem was gone when Stiles woke up. The boy panicked when he realized he overslept his alarm, rushing to get changed for school. He didn’t take the time to find his cat for the last year, bouncing around while pulling on his Nikes, his bag in hand when he left the room. The shower running in his room wasn’t a sign that something was amiss, the man speeding away to school to get through a long day of tricks, treats and flying toilet paper through the halls.
At the end of the day, the McCall pack was gathered around their Alpha and human’s lockers, discussing their plans for that night. Part of them didn’t want another odd occurence to happen again considering the witches they had seen, resulting in bits of their soul drained. A year since then, and no one could predict what was going to happen. There had been no immediate signs that they had returned, but the night was still young.
“Are we sure that a giant Halloween party isn’t a bad idea?” Stiles asked sarcastically, his normal pessimism present. “You’re planning to have the entire student body together in one place. Isn’t that like… the optimal place for these witches to show up and have a feast available.”
“There’s safety in numbers,” Scott reminded the human. Stiles scoffed, shaking his head. “You’ll be there, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there,” Stiles groaned. “It’s a Lydia Martin party. Everyone knows those are the best.”
“Well, thank you,” Lydia said proudly.
“How did you get Derek to agree to use the loft again?” Allison asked. “Last time we had a party there, he wasn’t too thrilled about it.”
“What Derek doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Lydia hummed, picking at her nails. Stiles rolled his eyes dramatically, slamming his locker shut. Lydia saw what he did, huffing. “Don’t give me that look. He’s down in Brazil visiting Cora. He won’t even know.”
“We’re going to die,” Stiles sighs. “We are so dead.”
“But you’re coming?” Scott asked again.
“Yes!” Stiles screamed, flailing his arms. “I will be there! Did you need a ride?”
“No. I finally got the bike fixed so I can head there myself.”
“Alright. I’ll catch you guys there.” Stiles paused before he turned to leave, staring back at your friends. “You’re sure this will work? If they do come back and we are all together… I don’t know if we can protect anyone. You know what happened last year. They will have a field day with how many souls are sitting in Derek’s loft.”
“It’ll work,” Scott reassured. “We will be together and we won’t fall for any of their tricks this year.”
“Alright,” Stiles sighed. “If you think so.”
Stiles waves goodbye to his pack, heading for his powder blue jeep. His mind raced, recalling the way he had been lured into the woods just a year before, the stories he was told as a kid no longer stories. They were a nightmare called reality and he had been in the center of it. Before tugging the door open, he turned to the treeline of the Beacon Hills Preserve that were near the school, straining to try and hear any sort of whisper of song that blew through the wind, tempting him towards the decayed, weathered house that held no resemblance of life. They had checked the house many times and it seemed to be falling apart more than it seemed someone lived there.
Driving down the road, his heart pounded, a sense of dread beginning to settle over the Stilinski boy. The closer he got to his house, the more unsettled his stomach sat. He felt like he wanted to vomit, but he wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was his overly active mind thinking back on what happened over and over again. He kept reminding himself how it felt to realize that the young witch he encountered had used him, using him and his soul for energy. Yet, it made him sad to think that he was just a pawn. He thought the time was special and he never had felt better - though it wasn’t the best feeling to wake up alone, wondering if it was real or a dream.
Then again, it never felt good to wake up in bed alone after sex. He didn’t want that to happen again.
Stiles killed the engine when he pulled into his driveway, collapsing forward with a groan against the wheel. The horn honked loudly under his weight, a noise of discontentment filling the cabin of the jeep. “Why can’t my life be normal?” he asked himself, banging his head a few times against the horn. He knew normal wasn’t in his vocabulary, and he was glad to have the supernatural in his life. But, sometimes, it made his life overly complicated when he just wanted a day to be a teenager. He wanted to go to a party, get drunk, dance like a fool, and maybe even let loose the pent up hormones that were raging in his male body in many different ways in many different positions with a beautiful girl.
Kicking the door open, he slid out, taking one last look at the woods behind him. “I swear, let today be simple.”
His dad wasn’t home, probably shutting down some teenage punks that were doing all sorts of misfit around the town. The Stilinski house was quiet, almost creaking in age. Shoes were left in the doorway, the door locked behind Stiles when he walked in. He adjusted his backpack on his shoulder while walking up the stairs to his room, the wood squealing uncomfortably under his heavy footsteps. The house whined around him, a cold chill running down his spine that made him stop just as he reached the top. Stiles glanced behind him, trying to see if something was amiss, the same unsettled feeling looming over him.
But there was nothing.
A shaky breath left his mouth, Stiles running towards his room quicker. If something was there, he wanted to take refuge in his room. He kept a stash of mountain ash there just in case as well, so if something supernatural was stalking him, he would keep them out with that. Before opening the door, he glanced down the hallway, trying to determine if he was being paranoid or not. The hall seemed darker than normal, Stiles’ heart racing.
Pushing into his room, his backpack fell at the site before him. His eyes found another pair, but it wasn’t that of the cat he practically adopted so long ago. You were sitting on his bed with a book in your lap that once sat on his bookshelf, wearing nothing but a plaid button up and panties - well, more of a thong that allowed him to see the sides of your butt sitting on his blue duvet. Your hair was draped over one shoulder and your face was free from any sort of make up. You looked comfortable in the safety of his room and, for a second, Stiles could have mistaken you for a normal person if he didn’t know any better.
“What the hell?” he asked aloud.
“Stiles!” you screamed happily, placing the book aside. You jumped off the bed, preparing to walk closer to him, finding Stiles backing away into a wall. He grabbed a cross from his table, holding it out in front of him in your direction. You stopped, raising an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Stay back!”
“Stiles,” you sighed. “That has no effect on me. I hope you know that.”
Stiles’ face dropped, looking at the wooden cross. “But, that’s what I read-”
“Myths are meant to be proven false,” you told him, placing yourself back on his bed. “Most of the stuff you will read on witches is false anyway.”
“Well, that makes me feel fantastic,” he murmured sarcastically. He looked around his room, finding empty bags of chips and candy wrappers littered the ground, cans of empty soda on his desk and his bed messed up. “It looks like you raided my kitchen. What the hell?”
“I was hungry,” you grumbled.
Stiles moved to place his bag on the chair near his desk, keeping his distance from your slimy touch. He didn’t want to feel weaker than he already felt in your presence - even if you weren’t gnawing at his soul yet. Just seeing your beautiful face again made his stomach plummet. “What are you doing here?”
“Reading?” you asked, confused.
Stiles rolled his eyes. “I can see that. Reading and eating all of my snacks. But why? How? Why the fuck are you back and in my room?”
You giggled, standing up again. Stiles swallowed thickly, failing in keeping his eyes on your face. The top buttons of his flannel were undone, showing off parts of your breasts. His mouth watered at the sight of your collarbone, his lips wanting to kiss at it. The bottom of the shirt rode up with every movement of the arms, showing the black thong you wore. He caught sight of your ass at one point, the thong not hiding your rounded cheeks. Stiles’ fingers itched, leaving him to scold himself.
“Stiles, I never left you.”
“What?” he asked, throat going dry. It made his question raspy and choked.
“I didn’t break in or seek you out today. I’ve been here this entire time.”
Stiles looked confused until the realization set in. “Salem…”
“Exactly. I’ve been living with you since last year. Just… not in this form. I could only take this form again today. It’s Halloween, Stiles. I take my human form on Halloween.”
“Aw hell,” Stiles groaned, running a hand through his hair. “This isn’t happening. This cannot be happening!”
“Don’t be such a worry wart. It’s not a good look on you. And trust me, Sti. You are a god looking man.”
Stiles felt his face heat up, massaging his temples. “I’m worried because I’m not very keen on getting my soul sucked out again.”
“Oh,” you hummed, sitting back on the bed. Stiles noted the sly smile on your face that looked humored at his reaction. “You figured it out.”
“You figured it out,” he mocked. “Yeah, I figured it out.”
“Well, don’t worry about it so much. I’m not here to suck out your soul.”
“Then why are you here?” he pressed. “Why me? Shouldn’t you be out there luring some kid out to your house with your wonderful voice, singing them a song until they are dead and gone? Shouldn’t you be finding some hopeless fool to give you what you need in every way possible?”
This time you frown, a crack in Stiles’ heart forming. “Is that what you really think of me? That I’m just some killer?”
“Well, if the shoe fits…”
“Yes, I have killed, Stiles. I have sucked the souls out of so many kids, you wouldn’t be able to keep track of them. Yes, I sing to attract kids to us so we get a meal to keep us strong. But last year, that changed. My power, my health, my well being. It doesn’t come from the need to suck out someone’s soul. I don’t need to feed on unsuspecting children that are lured in by my song. They aren’t what I need to exist and stay strong.”
“Then what do you need?” Stiles pressed.
“You.”
Stiles’ mouth dropped, unable to come up with a response. Instantly, his head shook from left to right, denying what you were saying. “There is no way. You aren’t feeding on my soul-”
“I don’t need to eat your soul,” you deadpanned. “Last year, after we fucked,” Stiles grimaced unnoticeably, “I marked you.”
“You marked me?” he questioned.
“You know exactly what it is,” you laughed. “I’ve seen you check it out before.” Stiles’ hand moved to his shoulder, thinking about the black outline of a cat that was pressed into his skin like a tattoo. “Exactly.”
“Nope.”
“Yup,” you said, standing up. You moved towards him Stiles trying to back away. He yelped in surprise when you tugged at the bottom of his shirt, the man trying to resist when you tried to pull it over his head. The sleeves got caught on his arms and almost choked around his neck before it was torn from his skin, tossed aside. His arms tried to cover his bare torso, almost embarrassed to be in front of your piercing gaze without it, though you had seen more than this already. He was turned around, your fingers tracing the black cat outline. The touch was soothing, the tingling he had wrote off all day diminishing instantly. It was almost like he needed you, the lost feeling buried inside vanishing. Feeling you against him was warming and comforting.
Stiles let out a content sigh before blinking his eyes open, scrambling away from you. His chest heaved and his honey orbs were wide, licking his lips in thought. “What did you do to me? What does this mean?”
“I marked you.”
“I get that!” he hollered. “What does that mean?!”
You sighed at him, glancing away, keeping your eyes on the floor. “When a witch marks someone, they choose them as their significant other. Only by being with that significant other do we retain our power.”
“So, you are feeding off me.”
“Not like you would think,” you told him. “I don’t eat your soul. I thrive off of you person. By being with you… romantically. Being by your side gives me strength. Without you, I would perish.”
Stiles was conflicted. His head told him to push you away, letting you perish. Without him, you were nothing - and that meant one less supernatural threat in the world. But, his heart told him to keep you in his arms forever, that you didn’t deserve to die. And part of that was selfishness; he wanted he feel that exilheration that came from being with you last year over and over again. He enjoyed being with you - and especially enjoyed the sex. But, you had used him, gaining power you had lost from being locked away by the nemeton for so long by sucking out his soul during said sex. How could he forget that?
“I didn’t ask for this,” he claimed.
“I know,” you told him. “And by no means do you have to abide by it. We make the decision when we feel it is time. And I… I liked being with you last year. That’s why I marked you and returned to your side. I stayed by your side until this moment. It is your choice, Stiles. If you agree to it, I will stay and I will give you anything you want. But, if you say you don’t want me here, I will disappear at the end of the night. That mark will vanish and you will go on your merry way. I can’t mark that decision for you.”
“I-” Stiles started, unsure what to say. “I don’t know right now.”
“Alright,” you whispered.
Stiles glanced at you, finding you sitting back down on his bed, picking up the book. He shook off the guilt inside him, a knot gnawing at his insides. He quickly turned away, not wanting to sink deeper into his thoughts than he already was. It was like the Adderall wasn’t helping at all. He couldn’t focus on anything knowing that you were there and that your life was in the palm of his hand. He didn’t know what to do. Hell, he didn’t even know if you were actually telling the truth. His gut churned, something that told him you were truthful. But how could he know for sure.
His hand went back to his shoulder, trying to ease the burn that returned. Without your tender touch to his skin, he was hurting. The yearning for something unknown returned, a piece of him gone with the wind. His eyes prickled with tears, the man rubbing his jaw to fight back the loss inside. Trying to ignore it, he turned to the clock, seeing the time had passed faster than he could have imagined. Ruffling his hair, he walked towards the closet, cursing at himself as you watched.
“Fuck, I’m going to be late,” he murmured, digging around for the bag with the costume he had prepared for the costumed Halloween party Lydia was throwing.
“Late for what?” you asked, perking up.
“Lydia’s Halloween party,” he said quickly without realizing for a second who he was talking to. He stopped on his way to the bathroom, turning to you. “Shit. I shouldn’t have told you that.”
“Why? I love parties!” you hollered, jumping off the bed.
“I bet you do,” Stiles mumbled under his breath. He watched you walk over to his closet, clearing his throat when you bent over and he had a full shot of your backside. You were digging through a pile of clothes, leaving the male confused. “What are you doing?”
“Getting ready. Duh,” you laughed as if it were obvious.
“What?” Stiles asked, shaking his head and flailing his hands. “No, no, no! You can’t come with me! That’s just asking for disaster!”
Holding a dress in your hands, you turned to look at the spasic man that was frantically waving his arms around. “Why not?”
“Well, I…” he started, his mouth snapping shut. He pondered to himself. He wasn’t sure what was happening. His mind was still jumbled from finding you perched on his bed when he got home without warning. Now, you were here. What was he supposed to do? If he left you at his house, there was a chance you would run amuck while he was out having fun and he would have no way to stop you. On the other hand, if he brought you to the party, you were entering a smorgeshboard of souls that you could devour. But, you would be within reach and with Scott there, Stiles assumed you could be stopped if something got out of hand.
One lone witch couldn’t be that bad, right?
“Fine,” Stiles huffed. Your face lit up. “It’s a costume party so… do you even have clothes?”
“Stiles, I’m a witch. I’m always in costume,” you teased. The human rolled his eyes, groaning in exasperation. “Yes, I have clothes. I will be ready.”
“Alright. Good. Just, get ready and we will… we will go party. Just two people, a guy and a girl - a very pretty girl - going to a party. Together. Dressed up.”
“Stiles,” you cut in, stopping his rambling. “I got it.”
“Right,” he muttered. “ I’ll just go change now.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to change together?” you teased, unbuttoning the top button of the flannel your wore. Stiles’ gaze lingered on your heavily exposed chest, his teenage hormones rampaging inside him. You shrugged one of the sleeves off your shoulder, showing off more skin. Your eyes were shadowed as you glanced up at him through your lashes, giving him a sly but adorable smile. “You can even help me undress.”
“I’m going to get dressed now!” Stiles yelled, running into the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind him, shielding your laughter. Stiles groaned, the evidence on the table that you were playing with him, but it didn’t make things any better. A sheen of sweat coated his skin and no matter how much he tugged at his shirt, he couldn’t cool down. He had more problems than just the hot flashes he was having that would require a few extra minutes on his end. “Hey, Y/N. Take you time getting ready. I have a… problem to take care of first.”
A blush appeared on his cheeks when he heard your faint giggle through the door. “Whatever you say, Stiles.”
Stiles huffed, placing his costume aside and discarding his clothes in his hamper. He didn’t need to get the magazines he kept under his sink for emergencies when his thoughts were filled with you, the man sitting on the toilet to pop off a quick one first.
Stiles rushed to get dress when he was done, checking himself in the mirror. The hat was adjusted over his silky hair. The shirt was tight against his frame, Stiles adjusting the badge on the right side. The left read ‘Police’ in white lettering. A set of handcuffs he stole from his dad hung from his belt, a gun holster with a water gun sat on his hip and a fake police baton was against his leg. Stiles grinned, thinking about how good he looked as a man in uniform - well, a police officer in uniform.
“Hey,” he called, cracking the door open before he walked out. “Are you ready?”
“Yup! Just waiting on you!” you called back to him. Stiles took a deep breath before walking out. He stopped short, his eyes growing wide and his jaw dropping to the floor. The black spaghetti strapped dress you wore with the orange lace up the left side hugged you beautifully, curved around your breasts to show them off but keep them concealed. The skirt flared out and draped against your thighs in spikey patterns that made the style work. Your arms were covered in sleeves that ran from the mid bicep to your wrists, leaving your shoulders and hands free. Your hair seemed to curl against your shoulders, a black witch’s hat with orange band around the bottom of the cone shape sat atop your head. On your feet were just some black ankle boots. You spun for him, showing off your outfit. “Well?”
“Holy-” he started, shutting himself down before he uttered something ridiculous and vulgar. “Let’s go.”
“That doesn’t tell me how I look, Stiles,” you pouted. You walked over to him, a hand running down his muscles arm that was built from lacrosse practice. “You look good.”
Stiles swallowed, licking his lips. “You too,” he said quickly. You gave a small smile, your hand dropping from his arm to make for the door. Stiles frowned at the loss of contact from you, his heart and stomach clenching. Slowly, his mouth opening to continue saying, “You look beautiful.”
You stopped at the door, looking back at him over your shoulder. “Thank you,” you told him, voice sultry to his ear. “Now, come on. I want to party.”
Stiles knew this night would be a long one and he was afraid he would make at least one bad decision before the end of it.
~
The party was roaring when he walked in fashionably late with you at his side. You squealed the second you walked into Derek’s loft, disappearing into the crowd despite Stiles’ extensively long lecture in the car about what you were to do. You broke the first rule in zero-point-five seconds: stay by Stiles’ side. His attempt to stop you was in vain, your smaller frame disappearing into a sea of sweaty teens in costume bouncing to some crappy techno music, alcoholic beverages in hand.
Stiles groaned, headed for the bar. Danny passed him an open beer, Stiles leaning back on it to scan the dance floor. He wanted to relax, but his nerves were wracked, wanting to ensure that nothing was going to happen. He wanted to find Scott and tell him what had happened, warning him that you were here. Stiles wanted to be prepared for whatever was going to happen. His honey orbs flitted over the crowd, memorizing the face of each vibrant student that glowed under the blacklights. Lips glowed with the phlorescent lipsticks, phosphorus paints lining some people’s face, arms and legs. Stiles struggled to find you within the blinding colorful light and strobe effects.
𝅘𝅥𝅮I’ve put a spell on you, and now you’re mine𝅘𝅥𝅮
𝅘𝅥𝅮You can’t stop the things I do, I ain’t lyin’𝅘𝅥𝅮
Stiles’ head whipped around, trying to find the source of the singing. No one else seemed to hear the alluring melody, going about their dancing, kissing, grinding, and whatnot in a carefree atmosphere. Yet, the song called out to him, the beer left on the bartop so Stiles could weave through the crowd to find the music that overtook the techno beat.
𝅘𝅥𝅮I’ve put a spell on you, and now you’re mine𝅘𝅥𝅮
He stopped in the middle of the dance floor, a spotlight directed at your form in his eyes to show off your swiveling hips and twirling body. You danced to the beat, eyes meeting his in a dark, electric match. Your skirt flew around as you danced, your ass shaking and your chest bouncing. A single curl of the finger gestured him forward, a charming smile making him grin.
All inhibitions were lost to your skillful moves. Stiles stepped forward, his hands on your waist. The naturally clumsy man, normally unstable when dancing, moved in time with you, rocking his hips back and forth with yours. Your chests were flat to one another, hearts pounding against your ribs. Your arms circled his neck, hands playing with the hairs on the back of his neck. Your hips ground against his, dancing together as if nothing else mattered around you.
You turned in his arms, your hands reaching around to caress his face. Your backside ground against his pelvis more, the pants he wore suddenly beginning to feel thin and tight. His head dipped down, lips brushing against your neck that made you mewl for him, tilting your head away to give him better access. Your bodies rubbed together in a heated array of limbs, grinding together in a sexy sway. Stiles’ fingers tingled, his shoulder twinging with a fiery heat.
𝅘𝅥𝅮I’ve put a spell on you, and now you’re mine𝅘𝅥𝅮
You were suddenly pushed away, Stiles growling. “What the hell are you doing to me?” he snapped.
“I’m not doing anything,” you told him.
“I don’t believe you,” he claimed. “This is what you did last time. You sung, you lured me in, and you used me. You fed off my soul while I was enchanted by your beauty. That’s what you are doing now. You’re using me for my soul and to get you in here for everyone else.”
“Stiles, I was trying to hurt anyone, my singing would affecting more than just you. It’s supposed to lure people in for me to feed, but is that happening? No!”
“I don’t believe you,” he rasped, taking off the police hat and running a hand through his hair. “Fuck, I don’t get what is going on!”
“I’m not here to hurt anyone. If you heard me singing, it was because I’m yours. I chose you, Stiles. I told you this. Only you are affected by it. I just wanted to dance.”
“No. I don’t believe it. It’s not true.”
You frowned, stepping closer to him. Your hand ran up his body, Stiles catching your wrist before it got very far. You met his eye, staring at him with bright eyes. “How can I show you I mean it? I’m not here to hurt people, Stiles. I came back for you. So, let me show you.”
Stiles licked his lips, feeling weak while holding you. But, it was different than the last time he spent time with you. He didn’t feel weak physically or mentally. He felt weak emotionally. It wasn’t the soul sucking sensation that he didn’t understand until later. It was in his heart. He wanted to see what you were planning. He wasn’t sure why. He felt so sure that you were doing something against his will. He wanted to cast you away and never look back. But, he was aroused and intrigued and he wanted to know what you would show him. He briefly remembered the time you spent together, and that was what kept him from pushing away completely.
“Please, Stiles.”
Your whisper was the final straw for him. All conviction that you were playing him was gone, replaced by a deep arousal and fascination. He leant forward, his lips on yours in a smoldering kiss that made you melt into his hands. The kiss was short lived, your bodies pushing through the crowd to find a vacant place that allowed solitude to do somewhat unspeakable things. With Stiles knowing the layout of the loft, he was able to lead you to the closest unoccupied bathroom, shutting the door and locking it while you flicked on the lights.
His back was pressed into the door, your lips attacking his once more. You let him take control of the kiss despite keeping him secured to the door itself. His lips wrapped around yours, starting in slow but heated embraced that dragged down, disconnecting with a resonating smack. When they connected again, your lips were parted, Stiles’ tongue swirling around yours messily. The tip traced the outline of your cheeks, earning a moan that vibrated both of your bodies. Open-mouth kisses were steamy, hands roaming bodies happily. Noses bumped and teeth clashed with the hasty kisses. Stiles’ head tilting to get better access to the kiss.
He was pushed away from the door, your hands directing him to the toilet. His lips stayed n yours in a hungry kiss, your tongues battling playfully between your parted lips. Before pushing him back, your hands fiddled with his bottoms, popping the button with ease and dragging the zipper down tauntingly slow. The loose police slacks he wore dropped in a loud clink with the handcuffs, his boxer briefs falling shortly after. Stiles broke away at the sudden chill, his lower half exposed. His cock was erect, the tip blistering red with a glistening of precum seeping out of the slit. It twitched for attention, wanting to feel something around it, touching it - caressing it - loving it.
You pushed him back onto the toilet, leaning over him to leave a lingering kiss to his lips. His lips, swollen and red, remain puckered when you backed away, pushing his thighs apart to crouch between them. His gaze was hazy when he opened them to look at you, watching you remove your hat before starting. A small, dainty hand wrapped around the entirety of his length, stroking him slowly at first. Stiles’ noises were a bit disgruntled, the pleasure beginning to slowly build up, pumping through his veins one ounce at a time. His heart was speeding up and his stomach was tightening, though that was partially from anticipation for what was to come.
“Come on, baby,” he rasped, biting his lip. You looked up at him innocently, Stiles growling in his throat. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
You laughed, moving closer to him. One hand ran up his thigh casually, feeling the man shiver to your touch. He watched your tongue poke out, grazing the swollen tip like a lollipop, lapping at it happily. He was trying to remain patient, longing for you to do more than kitten lick the slit to taste his precum. His stomach churned and his sight was red with lust. The lure from before was nothing but a memory - a figment that was long forgotten. He wasn’t worried in that second that you may or may not be gaining more power from him, sucking out his soul. He just wanted more.
Your lips wrapped around the head, hollowed cheeks sucking powerfully at the tip. Stiles moaned loudly, not regretting the sound he made. He watched you suck, feeling your tongue smooth over the bumpy underside that was more sensitive than the rest of the tip. You circled the tip, mewls vibrating around him before your began bobbing along his length. Your hand stroked what wouldn’t fit in the mouth, your head and hand moving in time together. Your tongue slid up and down his shaft, finding the pulsating vein that was filled with ecstasy. Your mouth watered when it pulsed against your taste buds.
Bobbing faster and deeper, your hand wasn’t needed. Deep throating Stiles was natural to you, the tip hitting the back of your throat. His hips bucked upwards instinctually, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth and down your throat. One hand continued to grip at his thigh, scraping against his skin, while the other slid under him to fondle his balls. Your mouth made a slurping sound when you bobbed around him, your wet lips pressing to the moist length between them. Stiles’ hand threaded through your hair at some point, the curls now curling between his fingers as he tugged at it, helping to guide your mouth around him.
Stiles’ loud groan filled the bathroom, his head falling back with his eyes closed. His cock twitched between your cheeks, strings of his hot, white seed shooting down your throat in strong bursts. You mewled, swallowing every last drop that he released. The hold on your hair tightened, Stiles grunting your name on repeat, spilling the last of what he had built up onto your tongue. Not a single drop escaped, your tongue passing over your lips to catch any drop that may have slipped out just in case.
Stiles pulled you to your feet swiftly, turning you to face the mirror, your body slumped against the sink. You could see his dark eyes staring at you through the mirror, the hat on his head darkening the stare slightly with a shadow covering them. He disappeared from your sight, your skirt lifted and your thong dragged down your legs. Your legs were nudged apart, his still erect shaft sliding through your soaked core.
Stiles leaned forward, his lips pressed to the shell of your ear. “You like it hard, right?”
You felt the air leave you lungs. “Y-yeah.”
“Good. Now, make some noise for me while I fuck you.”
“Yes, please,” you squeaked weakly.
Stiles shifted backwards, the tip finding your entrance without aid. When he pushed back forward, he was sliding deep into you cock hilt deep with a prolonged moan from you. You slumped further onto the sink, pushing your ass out against him. His hips circled against it for a few moments before pulling back to start his movements. The tip nearly came from before he slammed back tino you, earning a loud moan - almost scream.
His hips collided with your backside in a quick, steady rhythm, your butt jiggling every time. Your hands held the sides of the sink to keep upright, your head spinning from the pleasure. He wasn’t slow. His cock pistoned in and out of you, the clapping sound floating through the sexy, steamy air. The tip was magnetized to your sweet spot, every slide in allowing him to hit it with optimal amount of pressure. He kept hitting it, making you moan happily.
“Moan for me,” he rasped, smacking your ass to make you moan. Your head fell forward, nowhere to hide the noises you made. Stiles seemed to approve because he sped up, pounding you harder so your body slid against the front of the sink, the sweaty sound of skin on skin getting even louder, echoing off the walls. You were tugged back to meet his thrusts, moan after moan falling from your mouth. “Yes, just like that.”
You weren’t going to last longer. Stiles made you see the stars. Fireworks popped every time he hit your g-spot, your body shaking. If the sink weren’t in front of you, you would have fallen to the ground with weak knees and an aching pussy that was ready to be claimed again. The symphony of sounds around the bathroom was music to your ears, but nothing was more distinct and pleasant to hear than Stiles’ uneven breathy moans. The thrusts were growing sloppy, indicating his nearing the end, and you were ready to feel him filling you up witht he same warm liquid you swallowed.
He was losing control when the doorknob jiggled. Stiles growled angrily, the hands he had on your waist tightening. “Occupied!” he called in a harsh tone. The fierceness of his voice broke you, a loud moan escaping your mouth. Your walls closed around him, hugging him more than the angle allowed before. Your juices spilled out around him, coating his shaft in layers of arousal. The tightness of your core made him choke on air, his eyes closing in bliss. His seed, less powerful than before, was shot into you, mixing with your juices. Your walls milked him dry, the man slumping against your back to finish his orgasm, short thrusts used for both of you to ride out your highs.
You giggled after a minute, making Stiles look at you. “Occupied,” you joked, making Stiles roll his eyes.
The man quickly moved away from your, leaving your panties on the sink next to you. You watched him in the mirror redressing himself, cursing himself under his breath. You frowned at what you saw, knowing he was regretting what had happened. You were afraid to ask.
“Stiles?”
“Sorry,” he murmured. He was conflicted. He enjoyed it - he really did. But, you were still a witch. How could be believe after the history you had together that this was something more than a soul sucking fiesta for you - that every touch you shared was powering you up for the night?His head and heart battled with neither side winning. “This shouldn’t have happened.”
“Why?” you whispered.
“I…”
He didn’t respond. He didn’t have a logical answer. He didn’t know why. He didn’t know how he felt. He didn’t know what to believe. He didn’t know anything.
So he left.
The man grabbed a new beer, hoping the alcohol would dull his activate senses. Thoughts were running a million miles an hour in his head. Nothing seemed to make sense and he didn’t want to think about any of that right now. As much as he wanted to figure out what was happening, he didn’t want to figure it out. He wanted to relax. He didn’t want to worry about you and what you may or may not be doing. He didn’t want to think about how he felt. He didn’t want to remember the times he spent with you in such intimate ways. He didn’t want to think about you at all because right now, all he could see when his eyes closed was your bright and shining face. It made him feel sick - sick with want.
“Stiles!” he heard behind him. Stiles turned to the teen wolf himself who was shoving through the crowd towards him, dressed in a doctor outfit. “There you are!”
“Hey,” Stiles sighed.
“What’s wrong?”
Stiles glanced at his friend before sipping the drink, hoping it would hit him fast. “You remember that witch?” Scott nodded. “Well, she’s here.”
“She is?”
“Yup,” Stiles huffed. “She was in my room when I got home. She has been with me this entire time. She was Salem.”
“The black at you had?”
“Yeah,” Stiles replied. “She said that she’s not here to eat souls. She’s not here to do what she did last year. She apparently chose me to be with and she can only survive by being by my side. But I don’t know if she’s just fucking with me or not. I can’t think straight around her.” Stiles took off the police hat, placing it on the bar while he ruffled his hair. “There is something about her that makes my mind go blank. I’m just so drawn to her. Earlier, I swear she was singing, just like she did last year when I walked into the woods and met her. But, the singing only affected me. I was so enticed the second I saw her and I just… what the hell do I do? What is right?”
“She’s here right now?”
“Yeah,” Stiles choked. “She was in the bathroom last time I saw…”
“Doing what?” Scott asked. Stiles flushed, Scott narrowing his eyes on the human. “Really? She could be potentially using you again and you sleep with her?”
“I couldn’t stop myself!” Stiles protested. “I told you. I cannot think straight when I’m around her. One minute we are dancing, the next I push her away because I think she’s playing me, then I find myself kissing her. I couldn’t stop it. It just kind of happened and now I’m freaking out because I’m confused. I’ve never felt like this around a girl. Being with her literally feels right. I feel so complete and my heart feels full and my body is warm. Then I walked away and… I feel like I’m missing something. I don’t feel good. I feel sick and cold like my heart had stopped. It’s like a piece of me is gone. My shoulder burns where this stupid mark is. And this time, I don’t feel the way I did last time. When we were together before, it felt like part of me was dying. I felt weak physically because I was drained. But, I didn’t have that same sensation. I don’t think she was feeding off my soul. I don’t know anymore. I don’t know what to do and I don’t know what to think, Scott.”
“Stilinski has a crush,” Danny spoke up. The two boys turned to the shirtless man behind the bar. “What? It’s true.”
“No. I don’t have a crush,” Stiles denied.
“Well, then you wouldn’t be upset if I tell you that Colby is hitting on your girl?”
“What?!” Stiles snapped.
“Yeah. That girl over there is the one you came with, right?” Danny pointed towards the crowd, Stiles whipping around to see the cocky lacrosse player leaning smoothly against the wall in front of you, trying to lay on the charm Stiles knew he had. You held a smile as you talked to him, Stiles’ heart frozen and dropping into his stomach. He didn’t know what you were discussing, but he knew he didn’t like it. A fuse was lit, Stiles growling lowly.
“Fucking Colby.”
“Stiles, calm down.”
“I told you he liked her,” Danny mumbled.
Scott shook his head, grabbing his friend’s arm. “Relax, Stiles.”
“I’m going to beat his face in,” Stiles huffed. “Who gave him the right to talk to her?”
“Are you saying this because you don’t want her talking to him because she is a witch? Or because you don’t want him talking to her?”
Stiles didn’t answer, breaking away from his friend to make his way towards you. Scott threw his hands up, keeping an eye on his friend just in case things got hairy. Knowing that you were there, Scott was being apprehensive, prepared to jump in at any time. Something told him that Stiles was right and you weren’t there to hurt anyone. If you were, you would have done something by now, the people around being lured to your side so you could drain their souls. But, you only focused on Stiles, your eyes drifting to the spazz from afar. But, Scott remained on his toes, seeing as the main brain of the pack was flustered beyond belief from his frazzled emotions. Mostly, he wanted to make sure that Stiles didn’t get hurt - emotionally and physically.
Stiles stormed up to the much taller lacrosse player, hearing the things he said to you. “If you want to, we could dance a bit. Maybe get to know each other. A beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be alone on Halloween.” Colby reached forward to swipe a hand through bits of your hair, Stiles glaring at the man. “Maybe when we are done, we can get out of here and go somewhere a bit quieter, just the two of us.”
“I appreciate the offer,” you told him. Stiles felt his heart sink, his body feeling heavy. He knew you weren’t there for him. You were using him to get access to your next meal so you could survive another year. And it broke his heart a bit without him knowing. “But, I’m not interested.”
“Excuse me?” Colby asked. Stiles smiled slightly at the angered man. “No one turns this down, sweetheart.”
“I’m not interested. I’m sorry,” you huffed. “I already have a guy I like and you’re not him. I’m not here for you or anyone else. I just wanted to have some fun. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to relax.”
“Then I can help with that.”
“No, I’m fine. I’m not interested.”
Stiles’ heart lifted when he heard your words. He didn’t know why, but your words warmed him. It made his heart flutter, his stomach rampaging against him. He stopped in his tracks taking a second to gaze at you. Your eyes showed your disinterest in the lacrosse player’s failed flirting. He could feel your annoyance. And the entire time Stiles stared at you, he felt the familiar warmth inside of him bubbling like a potion. You were truly beautiful in his honey eyes, every aspect of your mind, body and soul appealing to him. He yearned to pull you into his arms, holding you close so Colby couldn’t lay a finger on you. Stiles wanted to be the only one you looked at, the only one you felt and he wanted you to be the only girl he held.
His tongue passed over his lips, the realization setting in. I like her. A lot. Even if you had lied to him, he felt something deep inside. You had a real connection with one another. He hadn’t stopped thinking about you for the last year and you had been by his side the entire time. Now, you were back, and he wanted to embrace that. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to repeat your actions from the prior year. He wanted to be with you. Your denial with Colby showed that you weren’t there to destroy the town, to kill someone by sucking out their soul with your alluring voice.
He had been wrong to judge you. He believed you. And he wanted you.
“Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be like that,” Colby pressed, reaching forward towards you. That’s when Stiles stepped in.
“She said no, Colby. So back off.”
“Stiles,” you mumbled, surprised to see him after he left you alone. Your hand met his strong met, your heart jumping. The skin on skin contact tingled. Stiles glanced down at you, his eyes showing how he felt. He nodded at you discretely, making you smile. Sinking into his side, Stiles wrapping his arm around you slightly. The butterflies roared, making your body feel more powerful than before.
“Fuck off, Stilinski. We were having a conversation,” Colby sneered.
“It was a pretty one sided conversation,” Stiles told him sarcastically. “She told you to lay off. She isn’t interested.”
Colby looked back and forth between you both, scoffing. “Stilinski? Really, sweetheart? You can choose someone way better.”
“I’m sure he has a bigger dick than you,” you snapped. “At least, a dick that could please me. Because he has. More than once. And I want it many, many more times. He gives me life.” Stiles knew you meant it literally.
“I doubt that,” Colby huffed.
“Look, I told you I wasn’t interest. And that’s the truth. I came here with Stiles. I plan to leave here with Stiles. I don’t care about anyone else here.”
“Well, you can just leave with me and I will show you a real good time-”
“She said no!” Stiles growled, shoving Colby back. “Just lay off my girl, man!”
“You don’t deserve a beauty like her,” Colby growled. “You’re a nobody!”
“I’m better for her than you are,” Stiles argued. “You’re just a dumb jock with a small dick that thinks he can charm his way into any girls pants. But guess what. She’s too good for you. You’re a nobody. Where as me, I can actually show her a good time. She’s mine, Colby. Get over it.”
Colby pushed Stiles, who pushed him back. “You want to fight, Stilinski? Let’s fight then!”
You slipped between the two males in a flash, a hand pressed to Colby’s chest. “Stop it,” you huffed. A powerful force was released from your hand, pushing Colby back into a table of food, salsa, punch and chips covering his fake leather jacket and greasy greaser hair. Stiles gaped at the simple magic you used, feeling you take his hand. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
“Yes please,” Stiles mumbled.
He allowed you to drag him out of the loft, Scott sending him a look that told him to be careful. Stiles nodded at him, following you out to the jeep. Roscoe rumbled to life, pulling out of the parking lot and racing down the road.
“Stiles…” you started, unsure what else to say.
“Did you mean it?” he asked, turning to you as he drove. “That you weren’t interested in him? That you only liked one guy? That you weren’t there for others?”
“Of course,” you told him. “If I wanted to hurt anyone, I would have done it, Stiles. You wouldn’t be able to stop me if I actually wanted to do something. My singing is powerful. My magic is powerful. I can put you under my spell in a snap and you wouldn’t even know it.”
“Like last time,” Stiles huffed. “I was so taken by you, I didn’t even know what was happening.”
“Exactly. I lure people in, Stiles. That’s how I deceived them so I could keep my power. But, not anymore. I chose to be here to be with you. When you turned up last year unexpectedly, I didn’t expect to enjoy myself as much as I did. Yes, I drained your soul somewhat. I won’t deny that. But what we did… it meant something to me. It was so much better than anything I’ve had and I don’t want to give that up. I want you. You’re special and I only want that. The only spell I cast was by giving you that mark so that I am yours and you are mine.”
Stiles drummed his fingers on the wheel before he spoke up. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.”
“I don’t blame you,” you laughed. “I didn’t give you much reason to believe me. I drew you in, I toyed with your mind, I fucked you, I fed off your soul, and then I left to feed on children. I lied to you. Yeah, I wouldn’t believe me either. But, if I was just going to come back and feed on children, would I have come back to you?”
“I don’t know,” Stiles shrugged, looking over at you. “Maybe I just had a very tasty soul and you couldn’t get enough of me.”
You laughed, nodding at him. “You actually had a very tasty soul. It’s sweet and tangy.”
“Really?” Stiles asked.
“Oh yeah,” you hummed. “Rather delectable if I must say. But, that jealous side of you earlier? I have to say, Stiles. That was incredibly sexy.”
“Was it now?”
“Oh yeah,” you mused. “Seeing you stand up to that asshole, defending me. Being a little dominant to defend your girl. Definitely a turn on.”
Stiles choked on air, shifting in his seat. “You don’t say.”
“You know,” you began, lifting the end of your dress. Your fingers passed over your covered core, already wet. “That little rendezvous we had in the bathroom wasn’t enough for me. I could use a little bit of jealous Stiles in my life.”
Stiles took a deep breath, his knuckles going white as they squeezed at the wheel. “Fuck, what do you do to me? How do you just manage to make me feel like this?” he asked. “I just feel so complete and eager and God, I am ready.”
You laughed, leaning over the police scanner to kiss his cheek, Stiles sighing happily at the tender kiss. “It’s because you love me. And I’m all yours.”
“My own personal witch?” he asked.
“You could say that,” you teased.
“God, I love you,” he rasped. You smiled. Pulling him into a kiss the second he parked the jeep in his driveway. He barely had time to kill the engine before he was turned in his seat to meet your lips in a feverish kiss. Your tongues tangled between your cheeks, your hands threading through his hair over and over until it was a mess of locks. His hands were attempting to pull you over the console, wanting to roam your body.
The kiss broke with a noisy smack, the windows of the jeep beginning to fog over from the heated aura you were producing. “House. Now. I’m tired of denying that I want this. I’m tired of waiting. Fuck, I want you. I want this. I believe you, Y/N. I want this so bad.”
“Then stop talking and take me, Stiles. I’m all yours.”
Dragging you up the stairs in the house was a no brainer. Stiles was glad his dad still wasn’t home since he was stripping himself of the police costume on the way down the hall, your boots coming off and your hat floating to the wood flooring, forgotten in your future misdeeds. Stiles shut the door quickly when you entered his room, the man pulling you into his chest to place a sensual kiss to your lips. Your arms wrapped around his waist, sinking into the kiss he gave you. You let him control it, his lips dragging along yours before breaking away, delving into another kiss instantly.
The kisses got more heated, Stiles head tilting to either side so he could mash his lips to yours perfectly. The sparks were flying every time they connected, the residual sound of their connection growing louder and more frequent. The smack of lips was prominent, echoing through the crisp air of the bedroom. Tongues battled playfully with Stiles winning every time, trails of saliva stringing you together when you pulled away for bursts of fresh air.
The dress melted from your form, pulled over your head and discarded carelessly. Honey eyes narrowed with dilated pupils, taking in the nearly nude body before him. You stood in just a pair of wet panties that he wanted to rip off you, literally. With each step he took forward, you stepped back until your legs connected to the bed. Stiles pushed you into a sitting position, taking your wrists in his hands.
“Keep them here,” he told you, slowly pulling off the arm sleeves you were wearing. Your hands were left extended before you, wrists touching slightly. You watched Stiles remove the handcuffs that dangled from his belt, the key placed on his bedside table. The metal clanged as he wrapped them around your wrists, letting them fall into your lap clasped together. He took the arm sleeves you wore before, tying them together before wrapping it around your head, your vision going pure black. You let him do what he wanted, enjoying the touch the man gave you. You were enthralled by it, relishing in the bliss it gave you already.
Stiles leaned into your ear, the hot breath making you shiver. “Lay down,” he demanded with a husky voice. You moaned, doing ask he asked. Your bare back was laid to the mattress, your bound hands resting to your stomach. Your legs, dangling over the side of the end, were pushed apart, the thong you had on snapped from your waist. The thing strap on the right side was torn, the silky material removed from your lower half immediately.
Two fingers ran through your folds, Stiles’ ears perking up at your loud moans. The tips probed the entrance, dipping in slightly before pulling back out. “What do you want, Y/N?” he asked.
“You,” you told him through a whining mewl. “I need you, Stiles. Please.”
“You still like it hard and fast?” he questioned.
“Yes,” you moaned. “I can’t believe you remember that.”
“I remember that night together so clearly. I’ve dreamt of it because it was that good. That amazing. I always asked myself what I would do if I saw you again because I was mad you left after that. I thought I would hate you but man, I lied to myself. I want to feel you, all of you, only you.”
“Please, Stiles,” you cried. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
Stiles grinned, slipping the two fingers into you. He watched you back arch when they spread your apart, opening your entrance to the air around you, scissoring your pussy quickly. The tips curled to scratch at your sensitive walls, the fingers squishing in your wetness with his quick thrusts. He watched the way your breasts jiggled with the thrusts of his fingers, your chest heaving for air. His free hand darted out to grab one, fondling the mound and the hard, boisterous nipple between his fingers. The combined effort made you moan louder than before, urging him to do more.
He pulled out, despite your noisy pleas. The hand sayed on your breast, the fingers that once pushed into you are a rapid pace, finger fucking you into heaven, were placed to your lips. Stiles grunted when your lips parted, taking the two digits between them. Your tongue swirled around them, sliding along his skin to taste yourself. Your lips puckered around him, swollen and red from the relentless kissing you had done upon arrival to his room. They parted when he pulled his fingers free, the pads smoothing over your extended tongue until they flicked off the end of it.
You could hear the rustle of his clothes when he backed away, the loss of body heat leaving you cold and lonely. You wished you could watch him undress, only your imagination left to wonder what he was doing. You could picture the way he unbutton the shirt the rest of the way since he had gotten half of them off on the trek down the hall. You thought about how he would shrug the fabric off his broad shoulders and down his bulging arms that were muscled from lacrosse. You saw his lanky fingers undoing the button on his pants, pushing them and his Calvin Klein’s down his legs until his cock was springing free slapping his stomach so a single string of precum connected the tip to his wonderful happy trail of hair that led to his giant package. You wanted to see him in all his naked glory before you would drop to the ground, sucking his cock happily.
His cock slid between your folds, your back arching off the bed once more. Your hands clawed at your stomach, unable to claw at anything else around you. You whimpered for him, waiting for him to fll you like you wished. He slid in once, bottoming out before he pulled out completely. You felt a void, getting filled for a half second before it was ruined. He did it repeatedly, taunting you with the action. You were being teased, toyed with before you got the main course.
“Please, Stiles,” you pleaded. “Don’t tease me.”
“But I love hearing you whimper for me,” he murmured deeply. You whined, a mewl laced throughout it. “Don’t you like my cock filling you up repeatedly.”
“Yes, but I want it to stay inside me. Please,” you cried. “I love this dominating spirit, but please. I need you to fuck me. Please, Stiles. I need you so bad. Don’t tease me. Just pound me hard and fast until I’m cumming all over your cock.”
“Is that what you really want?” he asked, shoving in before he vanished again. You nodded quickly, hair flying around in the process. “Alright. I want to hear you scream.”
The next thrust into you, he stayed. His cock pistoned in and out of you quickly, pounding you into the mattress while he stayed with his feet planted to the carpet. Your hips clapped together with a resonating frequency, smack after smack of skin filling the room with your moaning screams. His fingers dug into the sides of your thighs, your legs wrapped around his waist to push him into you deeper. The tip hit your sweet spot every time he pushed into you, making your head fly back in ecstasy. The lack of vision amplified the pleasure, your body shaking in happiness.
“Yes! Just like that! Oh my god!” you screamed, your arms extending above your head while your back arched more. Stiles groaned, watching your body jostle with his powerful thrusts, breasts bouncing with his movements.
“I forgot how much I missed this,” he groaned, snapping his hips into yours. He was pushed as far in as he could go, his balls hitting your folds as he did. Your walls convulsed around him, making it harder to move but adding the the pleasure he felt. He pushed through it, his cock twitching and pulsating through your walls into the blood in your veins. “The bathroom earlier wasn’t enough at all. God, I could do this every second of every day and never get tired of it.”
“Oh, Stiles. Please. More!” you moaned.
You were pulled closer into him so he could piston as fast as possible, his eyes closing to chase his high. He was weak, the arousal in his system too much for him. Watching you squirm from what he was doing, hearing you moan and scream his name, and feeling his cock entering and exiting your snug, wet pussy was making his stomach knot. The feeling she felt for you, his denial replaced with acceptance, ignited the fire, knowing that you were there to be with him. He didn’t have the same weakness as the prior year. He felt full and complete and he was going to revel in that feeling as long as he could.
His will didn’t last long. You were quivering against his sheets, letting out an elongated moan of his name. Your walls hugged his shaft, juices splattering around it in bursts of pleasure. Your fluids coated his length, your toes curling into his backside and your head flying back. The warmth and moisture of your core became too much for the man, his thrusts slowing to a gentle push when the climax came. His seed shot off inside of you, mixing with your juices in strings of scalding hot white drops. The coil he had was gone, exploding into fireworks from a sea of flames your bodies produced. His pushes slowed, your tight walls milking the last drops fro the tip of his length, greedily taking every last drop he ejaculated.
Stiles fumbled to remove the handcuffs and makeshift blindfold, moving you properly into his bed. His body collapsed next to you, your head resting on his chest. The blankets covered your forms, your legs tangled together under the sheets. Your hand rested to his heart, feeling the quick beats slowing to a normal pace under the tips. Your moved to trace the cat mark on his shoulder once, feeling his shiver to your touch.
“Sleep, Stiles,” you told him, seeing the man beginning to doze when you looked at him.
“The last time you told me to sleep, I fell asleep and you were gone when I woke up,” he drowsily spoke up. “I don’t want you to turn back into a cat. I want you to stay here. With me.”
“Don’t worry,” you mused, running a hand through his hair that was wet with perspiration. “I will always be by your side.”
Stiles wanted to retort, but he was drifting - fast. His eyes went hazy, going dark before he knew it. The last thing he saw before he fell into a restful sleep was your beautiful eyes staring back at him with a tale of love, his body full and warm instead of cold and weak like last time. His soul was bright, feeling alive with you in his arms.
He just wasn’t ready to see his cat again.
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The sun was what woke Stiles up, peeking through hs blinds directly into his eyes. He groaned, draping his arm over his orbs to shield them from the bright rays. He shifted, stretching his stiff limbs. He was fully rested after the eventful Halloween night of topsy turvy events. He recalled everything that happened, wondering if it was all a dream. Had you really been there? Or, was it all a spell he placed on himself wishing for something to happen?
He knew it wasn’t a dream at all.
He remembered the frantic thoughts of what was true. He remembered the lure to the dance floor. He remembered the bathroom. He remembered the jealousy. And he remembered the bedroom.
Blinking his eyes open, he expected to see the black cat by his side. But the pressure against the side of his body wasn’t that of a cat. His head turned, jaw dropping to find you sleeping beside him. The blanket had fallen off your chest, exposing your breasts to him - perky nipples and all. He slapped himself a few times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, but you never faded.
Stiles smiled, not caring about morning breath or that you were sleeping. His body turned and his lips pressed to yours in a fiery kiss that woke you up. Your moaned into him, one arm wrapping around his neck. Your eyes fluttered open when he pulled away, licking his lips.
“You’re here,” he whispered.
“I’m here,” you replied.
He leaned in to kiss you again, unknowingly falling for the spell called love. Still, he knew that he was all yours. He had been since he heard your voice.
And you were his. And you always would be.
𝅘𝅥𝅮I’ve put a spell on you, and now you’re mine𝅘𝅥𝅮
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If you keep wanting to make Xmen Evo versions what about some clones: Madelyne Pryor and Joseph
For Maddy, I came up with THIS idea in 2015!Joseph was a little harder. The easy answer would just have his origin story be the same---disgruntled former Brotherhood lady makes him in revenge---or have him be created by some bad guys as a weapon...but I don’t like easy. I like new and different!Ok, so remember at the end of the first season when Magneto uses that machine to “enhance” his chosen mutants? Remember how Scott and Alex come out of it with white hair and their facial shapes/bodies even changed to be more like that of Magneto?Magneto decides to try this again to make himself a “true” heir since Pietro and Wanda have both disappointed him so much. He spends a long time trying to find a suitable candidate, a young mutant whose powers have not yet awoken. He eventually finds one in Joseph, an orphan living at a children’s home run by nuns. His powers are still dormant, but Magneto’s technology indicates that when they emerge, they will be drastically strong, and that he has a “compatible” genetic template for the process that Magneto wants to put him through.Magneto takes him from the children’s home--either through outright kidnapping or a phony adoption---immediately begins putting him through a modified version of what he did to Scott and Alex. Since the boy’s powers haven’t emerged yet, they can still be altered, and he uses genetic technology to extra the boy’s X-gene from his DNA, and insert a copy of his own, giving him Magneto’s powers instead of whatever else he would have had. Because the boy’s body was already prepared for very strong powers, he can handle this...and what’s coming next.Magneto uses further sci-fi technology (it’s Evo, they can do this stuff!) to rapidly age the boy, taking him from younger than a teenager into an adult man of about 22-25 years. Finally, he puts him through “The Cauldron” so that he emerges physically resembling a young Magneto...as well as having had his mind altered as Scott and Alex did, and to an even more extreme degree. At first, Joseph is everything that Magneto wanted him to be. He’s an emotionless, mindless, totally obedient, brutal weapon for him, just like he wanted the twins to be. He’s got no humanity or free will. The boy is gone...or so it seems. But during a fight with the X-Men, one of them (Rogue) tries to talk to him. His flat, unresponsive, nigh-robotic nature makes her think he’s being mind-controlled, a belief she shares with her team. They agree with her that it’s possible, especially if they know at this point what he had Mastermind do to Wanda’s memories. Rogue gets a hand on him in their next fight, and is HORRIFIED at what she finds. As a victim of a manipulative parent herself, she makes it her personal mission to try to rescue him from this point on. But Joseph is a POWERHOUSE, so it’s a tall order just to defeat him, let alone capture him. It’s a lot like when Wanda first showed up and just WRECKED everybody.But stuff happens, and I think like...maybe Joseph gets stuck in a situation with some of the X-Men and/or Brotherhood, I’m thinking maybe Wanda and Rogue, and they’re all trapped in some way and can’t get out and need each other to survive this...and it lasts long enough that they get to talking. And this is the first conversation that Joseph has ever had with someone since his transformation; Magneto doesn’t TALK with him, he just gives orders. And this doesn’t turn him around on the spot. He returns to Magneto the moment he’s free. But he also notably doesn’t hurt the girls once he has a chance. From there, there’s like this slow saga of him developing a personality once again, rediscovering his free will and humanity. But that’s only half the battle. He still has to break away from Magneto, something he’s terrified to do. It’s not just that Magneto might hurt him. No, his REAL fear is losing the only father he’s ever had. He’s an orphan, all he has ever wanted is a parent, and now that he has that, he doesn’t want to lose it, even if it’s like THIS. He’d rather have a horribly abusive family than none at all. So his big story will be getting through that. And, uh, obviously there won’t be any romance since he’s...actually a little boy. Like I feel like there might be a moment with Rogue or somebody and then it comes up that Magneto actually just physically aged up a preteen child and it’s like OH and there’s never any ship tease again. Also ideally by the end of all this they find a way to reverse the process, or maybe he can change back and forth between a non-powered child form and the adult form with mutant powers, kind of a Shazam thing.Also there will be an arc for the Maximoffs of like, being upset at what their dad did because it’s just another reminder of how he views them, and then coming together to help Joseph and show him he doesn’t NEED a father like that, and in convincing Joseph of that, Pietro learns it himself.
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☾ — SCOTT SUMMERS/CYCLOPS is here! HE has found themselves wandering about new gotham attempting to find their place in this challenging world. they were once a HERO who used to be associated with THE X-MEN. hope they make it in this world.
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the basics —
NAME: scott summers
ALIASES: cyclops, the first x-man, scotty, cyke, fearless leader, slim, captain commander
AGE: 34
BIRTHDAY & ZODIAC: unknown & virgo
MBTI: entj
PREFERRED PRONOUNS: he / him.
FACECLAIM: bob morley
a deeper look —
FAMILY: christopher summers (father), katherine summers (mother, deceased), jack winters (foster father), alexander summers (brother), gabriel summers (brother), jean grey (wife), nathan summers (son), rachel summers (daughter), hope summers (granddaughter)
AFFILIATION: the x-men (he’s their leader)
THREE FAVORITE THINGS: laser tag as a training exercise in the danger room, a hot bowl of soup, eighties music blasting through the speakers of his car
THREE HATED THINGS: sentinels attacking his people, not remembering what it’s like to see the world in color outside of everything being red, living with the trauma from his abuse growing up as a child
EDUCATION: college graduate, xavier’s school for gifted youngsters
SKILLS:
EXPERT PILOT: an expert pilot of fixed-wing aircraft, a skill he shares with his father.
MASTER TACTICIAN AND STRATEGIST: has spent most of his superhero career as the leader of either the x-men and has developed exceptional leadership skills. it is notable that regardless of their general attitude towards him, all of the x-men tend to obey his orders in battle — because they know that he is usually right.
EXPERT MARTIAL ARTIST: cyclops also has extensive training in martial arts and unarmed combat, holding black belts in judo and aikido. his level of skill is sufficient to defeat six normal men with his eyes closed, and he has in the past held his own against dangerous hand-to-hand enemies.
WEAPONS: he doesn’t need one
ABILITIES: cyclops is an alpha-mutant.
OPTIC BLAST: possesses the mutant ability to project a powerful beam of concussive, ruby-colored force from his eyes. his powers come from ambient energies (such as solar radiation, photons, and cosmic rays) absorbed and metabolized by his body into concussive blasts released by his eyes.
cyclops’s mind has a particular psionic field that is attuned to the forces that maintain the apertures that have taken the place of his eyes. because his mind’s psionic field envelops his body, it automatically shunts the other-dimensional particles back into their point of origin when they collide with his body. so, his body is protected from the effects of the particles, and even the thin membrane of his eyelids is sufficient to block the emission of energy.
the width of cyclops’s eye-blasts seems to be focused by his mind’s psionic field with the same autonomic function that regulated his original eyes’ ability to focus. as cyclops focuses, the size of the aperture changes and thus act as a valve to control the flow of particles and beam’s relative power. the height of cyclops’s eye-blast is controlled by his visor’s adjustable slit.
his narrowest beam, about the diameter of a pencil at a distance of 4 feet has a force of about two pounds per square inch.
his broadest beam, about 90 feet across at a distance of fifty feet, has a force of about 10 pounds per square inch.
his most powerful eye-blast is a beam four feet across which, at a distance of 50 feet, has a force of 500 pounds per square inch.
SPATIAL AWARENESS: possesses an uncanny sense of trigonometry, in this sense used to describe his observation of objects around himself and the angles found between surfaces of these objects. cyclops has repeatedly demonstrated the ability to cause his optic blasts to ricochet and/or reflect off those objects in a trajectory to his liking. this is commonly called a “banked shot” when applied to this talent. cyclops has been observed causing beams to reflect from over a dozen surfaces in the course of one blast, and still hit his intended target accurately.
ENERGY RESISTANCE: is resistant to the effects of his own powers. this is linked to him being capable of withstanding his brother’s ability with no ill effects, a result of their close genetics and a quirk of mutant genetics that is common among siblings.
TELEPATHIC RESISTANCE: years of being in intimate situations with telepaths have allowed cyclops to hone his mind to the point where he can resist telepathic intrusion and withhold certain information from high level telepaths.
the questionnaire —
WHAT IS SOMETHING YOUR CHARACTER LIKES ABOUT NEW GOTHAM? SOMETHING THEY DISLIKE? DO THEY MISS THE WAY THINGS WERE - OR DO THE LIKE HOW THE WORLD IS NOW?
IS IT WEIRD TO THEM TO SEE MULTIPLE TYPES OF PEOPLE AND CREATURES AROUND? OR ARE THEY USED TO IT? WERE THEY ORIGINALLY FROM ONE OF THE TWO MAIN CITIES - OR SOMEWHERE ELSE?
scott is used to being around so much diversity since he grew up as a mutant. he cares about his people a lot, willing to do anything to protect a fellow mutant. he will also stick his neck out for almost anyone that needs help, no matter where they’re from and what their genetics say. it’s more about doing the right thing. he hopes that maybe with this new world, the changes will open up for more acceptance from humankind this time around. between the sentinels and the purifiers life can be exhausting, being out through so many hate speeches, but scott is a leader. he isn’t afraid to speak up for mutants especially the children. this of course is why he doesn’t mind seeing other creatures walking around — more open to treating them as an equal.
he does miss the way everything used to be, it seems less chaotic now that he looks back on it. he‘s always been busy between leading the x-men and the geometry classes he taught back in his own reality. scott wishes to return back to his version of normal, not sure if these changes will offer the promise of hope he wants his people to have. plus he worries about the kids being left behind if they’re all showing up here. he needs to explore new gotham to figure out what’s to like it dislike necessarily. his kind has been occupied by other priorities.
WHERE WAS YOUR CHARACTER WHEN EVERYTHING CHANGED? ARE THEY SUSPICIOUS OF EVERYONE OR ARE THEY TRYING TO REMAIN UNDER THE RADAR? HAVE THEY REUNITED WITH THEIR FRIENDS OR ARE THEY LOST?
WERE THEY AT HOME IN BED? OUT PATROLLING THE STREETS? IN THE MIDDLE OF A WAR? WHAT’S HAPPENED TO THEM NOW?
scott was just coming back from a mission when everything changed. he had his glasses in hand — about to change out his visor for them, but then everything was different. he should be thankful to have been transported with his uniform and his casual eyewear. he was concerned about what caused the worlds to collide like this. scott has more questions than answers right now. he’s mostly spending his time looking for his team, viewing them as the priority more than anything else. scott is always suspicious after what happened as a child, the abuse and manipulation from sinister and his adoptive father makes him hesitant with some new faces. he’s been working on it, even if that man somehow always finds away to keep an eye on him. which he hates, but is going to try being open minded to making new alliances. the x-men would need to unite with the unknown to somehow make it home OR make a new, safe haven here in new gotham.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION —
ANYTHING YOU WANT US TO KNOW? ANY HEADCANONS?
origin —
scott summers is the oldest son of major christopher summers and katherine summers. he was born in the largest city in alaska. his father was a test pilot for the united states air force. his younger brother was born a couple years later, and his name is alex.
when the two boys were flying home from a family vacation on their father’s vintage plane, a scout ship from the alien shi’ar empire materialized suddenly — setting their plane on fire. their mother pushed scott and alex our of the plane door with the only available parachute. the parachute caught on fire, and this is when scott used his optic blasts for the first time to slow their descent. he was a mutant! the boys were completely unaware that the shi’at teleported their parents before the plane exploded. they were believed to be orphans.
one night scott woke up and destroyed the entire roof of the hospital with his optic blast. the next time waking up after that an entire year passed. once recovered he was placed into an orphanage in omaha, nebraska called the state home for foundlings. here it was that scott was forced to be subjected to batteries of tests and experiments by the owner of the orphanage — mr. milbury which was just an alias for mr. sinister. sinister placed mental blocks on scott and took on playing the role of the boy’s roommate that would bully him constantly. if anyone tried to adopt Scott sinister would intervene.
when scott was a teenager he started to suffer from severe headaches and he was sent to a specialist — also sinister in disguise. he provided the boy with lenses made of ruby quartz.
soon after his mutant power erupted from his eyes as an uncontrollable blast — demolishing a crane, causing it to drop the payload toward a terrified crowd. he uses another blast to obliterate the object, but the people believed that the teenager tries to kill them. an angry mob formed, so scott fled onto a freight train.
this is where the mutant would meet a criminal named jack winters, who would became his foster father for a short time. he would use his telepathic abilities to manipulate scott into joining up with him. he was physically abused if there was any refusal.
the use of his abilities attracted the attention of professor charles xavier. he was rescued from the clutches of jack winters, and taken in by charles to be the first member of the x-men. a team of mutants trained to use their powers for the professor’s dream for mutant equality.
the original x-men became best friends, and were tutored by professor x. he trained them to use their powers inside of the danger room. scott was provided with a special visor made of ruby quartz to help him control his powers in the field.
scott takes on the alias cyclops. he becomes the leader of the x-men, and continues to hold that position. he’s completely aware of what mister sinister did to him growing up during his traumatic experiences at the orphanage, and him playing the role of his doctor.
he also moves on to become a professor at the school when reaching adulthood. scott taught geometry mainly, while also offering a leadership and tactics course. if the students wanted to form a small team of their own it has to be approved through him. he misses teaching now that the world has changed.
weaknesses —
POWER REGULATION DISABILITY: due to psychological trauma and physical injury at a young age, cyclops is unable to control his optic blasts. In connection, his eyes have become more reliant on the ruby quartz he uses rather than affecting change to the injury. emma frost has claimed the psychological trauma of losing his parents and being separated from his brother are primarily responsible for his inability to control his powers. sinister has also claimed that his eyes have become reliant on the ruby quartz sunglasses and visor, therefore making it hard for cyclops to control the blasts on his own. after overcoming the trauma, he was able to control his blasts and open his eyes for a period of time. however, he gradually began losing control of the blasts and had to revert back to using the sunglasses and visor again.
SURPLUS ENERGY: he needs to fire blasts frequently, because he gathers surplus energy within him if not. he apparently needs an outlet for that energy
equipment —
VISOR: to prevent random discharge it’s lined with powdered ruby quartz crystal. as a safety factor their is a constant positive closing pressure provided by springs. there is an overriding finger-operated control mechanism on either side of the mask, and normal operation is through a flat micro-switch installed in the thumb of either glove.
he also has emergency ruby quartz contacts.
X-SUIT: current costume of cyclops is a variation of the basic costume designed by charles to their first and original x-men.
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❥ — get to know me task.
“I wanna be defined by the things that I love. Not the things I hate, not the things I'm afraid of, the things that haunt me in the middle of the night. I just think that you are what you love.”
tw: mentions of cancer, food, sexual assault.
does your celebrity have any nicknames? She does indeed have a few nicknames. Her brother calls her Teffy, but her friends call her anything from T, Tay, T Swift, T Swizzle, or Tay Tay. Though, she’ll admit she thinks Tay Tay makes her feel like she’s twelve years old. A select few will call her a snake, but Taylor wears that nickname like it’s a badge of honor.
is there a certain smell that takes your celebrity back to their childhood, really remind them of ‘back home’? The smell of fresh snow on the ground always brings back nostalgic memories for Taylor, because it reminds her of when she was a little girl. Her favorite days were when school was called off and she would play around on her family’s Christmas tree farm with her brother, playing make believe.
what would you say is your celebrity’s most prominent physical feature? Definitely her cheekbones. She has very defined cheekbones that are noticeable when she’s smiling. But… she also has very long legs that she loves to show off. She used to hate being so lanky and tall, and just wanted to blend in but now she’s more than happy to slip on a pair of high heels and show off her toned legs that she worked so hard for.
would you say that your celebrity leads with their heart or their head? do their emotions get the best of them, or are they controlled? A mix of both, definitely. From a career/business perspective, she leads with her head with every decision that she makes. Taylor holds a lot of determination. She always finishes whatever she sets her mind to. There’s no stopping her, no matter what it comes to. Before she got signed, she performed at open mic nights and various community talent shows almost every weekend. It’s how she actually got discovered by her former label, Big Red Machine. And even before that, she got signed by another label, RCA, when she was a pre-teen but decided to risk everything and walk away because she knew she wasn’t going to be happy there if she stayed. Whenever an A&R guy would tell her his opinion, she would stand her ground and do what she wanted to do. There’s been times when her heart gets the best of her and she winds up doing something spontaneous like writing a letter to Apple about paying artists fairly. And her heart is definitely what leads her in love and relationships. It doesn’t take much for Taylor to get attached to people. Although she has been more careful about wearing her heart on her sleeve these days, she still does get attached way too easily. She gets invested in her friends’ emotions, treats fans like family, and worries about individuals day in and day out even if they aren’t thinking of her. She tries to get to know someone before jumping into a relationship with them, but sometimes her heart gets in the way and she jumps in without looking. Most of the time she has her emotions on lock because she knows there’s nothing worse than a screaming match about who can scream the loudest, so she tries to speak in a neutral tone when she’s in an argument. When she was younger, she used to play dangerously along the lines of gaslighting herself because she didn’t know if what she was feeling was valid or not. She used to have a tendency to forget that she's allowed to express how she feels. She had tried one-too-many times to suppress any sadness or anger. She could never remember that it is okay to feel how she feels and focus on her issues. She used to blindly disregard herself, but after everything that’s happened in her life she needed to learn and program it in her brain that she is valid. Taylor is someone who freezes when she’s feeling something that makes her uncomfortable, and then a few minutes later she knows how she feels. In the moment, though, she has a whole conversation with herself on whether she’s overreacting or if she’s perfectly valid for feeling the way she does. Before, she would either say the exact thing on her mind, or she would stay silent and then go over what she wanted to say when she had the chance at a later time. As she’s gotten older, she’s been able to say how she feels in a way that doesn’t feel combative or like she’s trying to start something unnecessary. Now, she’s very straightforward. If she feels a certain way, she lets it be known, regardless of the consequences that might arise from it. This is in every aspect of her life, not just petty things. If she’s interested in someone romantically, she’ll make it obvious without any regrets or reservations. Plus, when she’s feeling something intense like heartbreak or happiness, she writes about it in a poem, a song, or her journal. She gets through everything by writing about her feelings, and it helps her process them by doing that.
is there anything special or unique about any of your celebrity’s names? were they named after anyone? did the name have specific inspiration? Taylor Alison Swift is a pretty simple name, but it holds a lot of meaning. Taylor, her first name, comes from the legendary James Taylor. Her parents raised her on his music, so it’s cool to her that she’s named after someone who shaped her artistry. And getting to perform with him a couple of times means a lot to her. Taylor gets her middle name from her aunt Alison, and lastly, her last name is Swift. A name she got from her dad, of course.
what makes your celebrity feel insecure? Award shows or performing in front of people who will judge her for her live performances. While she knows she’s not the best vocalist in the industry and has not sought out to be the best singer of all time, she still wants to give her all when she’s performing and will overthink all of her performances before, during, and after them. She’s her own biggest critic and knows that she can improve with each performance that she does. Whenever she hears herself miss a note or forget the lyrics, she’ll tear herself apart and will obsess over it. She’ll put on a mask and give thanks whenever someone says she did fine, but deep down she’ll think about it until her next performance.
does your celebrity have any tattoos or piercings? Tattoos, no. When she was a teenager she really wanted to get a small heart tattooed on her foot, but her dad influenced her against it. She’s happy she listened to her dad. Piercings, yes. She has her two earlobes pierced, but she doesn’t have anything else on her body pierced. Even though she has no tattoos and minimal piercings, she thinks they’re extremely cool and an awesome way for self expression.
got any pets? if your celebrity has pets, tell a little bit about them; if not, what kind of pet would they like to have, or why don’t they have any? She does have pets! Three cats to be exact. While growing up, Taylor had her fair share of pets, and most of them were dogs. It wasn’t until she was in her early twenties that she got her first cat, Meredith, who is named after the iconic Meredith Grey from Grey’s Anatomy. The second cat she has is Olivia Benson, who is named after Olivia Benson from Law & Order: SVU. Those two are both Scottish fold cats. The most recent cat that Taylor adopted is Benjamin Button, named after the F. Scott Fitzgerald short story. Benji is the one she fell in love with at first sight after meeting him during her Me! shoot. Meredith is a bit snooty and has an attitude, but when she likes you she’ll let you pet her and cuddle her for as long as she lets you. Olivia just wants you to love her, while Benji doesn’t care as long as he has your attention. Meredith is coordinated and sophisticated but loves you fiercely when she decides to. Olivia walks into walls, drools, and flops around, but is ready to love you at first sight. Benji is a mix between the two. He loves to have his own space, but he also loves to be held like a baby and treated like a king.
what does it take for someone to be ‘unlikable’ to your celebrity? what’s the final straw that makes them give up on someone? For Taylor, she judges people mostly on their moral code. The people she wants in her life are people who have and regularly exercise loyalty, empathy, understanding, honesty, trust, and open communication. If you betray your friend, talk about them badly when they’re not around, degrade them for any reason, or talk down to them, she has no interest in keeping you in her life. She’s been known to give second chances to people who never deserved them, and it bit her in the ass. She can’t stand when people use or take advantage of their so called friends. If you’re in her life, it means you both have a mutual respect of one another.
how would you describe your celebrity’s sense of style? Taylor has always been a person who loves to experiment with fashion. For her, it’s a form of self expression and she loves to represent herself through it. Her style isn't limited to one thing, it’s actually pretty much all over the place. Some days she'll wear pastel colors or all black, or a mix of color. It really just depends on how she feels during the day. In addition to that, she loves to go through phases. She went from cowboy boots to Oxfords to high heels. She went through the phase of loving vintage dresses to the phase of loving crop tops. She may not always top the best dressed lists every week, but she loves to wear what she thinks is cute and fun and shows her style. When it comes to performing, she likes to wear outfits that are easy to perform in. Taylor's stage outfits are generally very short and shiny, so it's easy to dance in. There’s some skin showing, but not too much. Over the years, her main collaborators for stage outfits have been designer Jessica Jones, along with her main stylist Joseph Cassell.
what is the most positive and supportive relationship that your celebrity has in their life? Her mom. Taylor’s mother is her best friend, and she tells her everything. They talk every day and see each other almost every day. Taylor’s mom has seen and heard it all, whether it’d be about a break up, a career setback, or just how her day is going, she knows it all. Taylor’s mom is like her personal therapist, and she’d be lost without her. Her mom is her everything. A few years ago, her mom was diagnosed with cancer. Taylor was ready to give everything up and stay with her mom. In fact, she insisted, but her mom’s insistence that she go chase her dreams and tour around the world was stronger. She is scared that something will go terribly wrong, and suddenly the cancer will multiply a lot faster and take over her mom’s body, while she’s somewhere else in the world. Taylor’s priorities have changed a lot through the years, which is why she’s been spending more time with her family rather than doing year long tours. She wants to take advantage of all the time she has with her mom while she’s able to. She’s just so grateful for her support and knows that not everyone has a strong bond to their mom like she has with hers.
how does your celebrity see themselves vs. how others see them? When Taylor looks into the mirror or thinks about how she sees herself, she sees a woman doing what she loves. A woman who is happiest when she’s on stage. A woman who is most at peace when she’s writing, and most alive when she’s performing. A woman who’d do anything for her fans, and still can’t believe she has fans. A woman who wants to change the world. A small town girl who wants to inspire at least one person who’s struggling, because if she can make it this far, so can they. She thinks of herself as someone who holds onto hope. Even when she’s unhappy, she does all she can to prevent others around her to feel the same. She’s an open optimist but a closeted cynic. She doesn’t always know what she wants but she knows what she needs. She’s a woman who sees the beauty in all of the little things. She loves to love, and she has a lot of it to give away. She appreciates all the little favors and remembers every single polite thing someone has ever done for her. She forgives (most of the time) but never forgets; a strong believer in a moral code. She’s filled with affection and passion. She does her best to be as impartial as possible, just wanting the best for everyone no matter the cost. She puts others first, and forgets that she too could use the help of others. She’s the calm after the storm or the storm herself. She has the potential to be so much more than she sees, but she’s clouded by her own insecurities, and doesn’t know how to get rid of them. She’s very aware of how others see her. They may paint her out to be a manipulator, a liar, and a bitch but she knows how the people she loves see her. She knows that she’s not the conniving woman that most people think she is, and hopes that people can see who she truly is. She’s someone who loves with all of her heart and is fiercely loyal to her friends and family. While others may see her as someone who loves feuds and drama, Taylor thinks of herself as just someone who stands her ground and doesn’t take shit from anyone. Love her or hate her, you can’t deny that she’s a lover and someone who feels with everything in her. Mostly, she wants to be thought of as being a kind person, someone who is trying to see the best in other people. She wants people to know she is really trying in everything and anything she does, and she wants to be a bright and glowing presence in someone’s life.
did your celebrity have a conventional upbringing and family life, or live life outside the box? Growing up, she had a very conventional life. She was born and raised in a small town in Pennsylvania, and she had a pleasant childhood there. It was a nice upbringing, and she wouldn't change it for the world. Her dad was a stockbroker while her mom stayed at home, and Taylor’s parents never had to worry about any financial issues. Once Taylor realized her dreams of being a singer-songwriter, her entire family packed up and moved to Tennessee. Even though she’s now spent most of her life away from Pennsylvania, she considers it her home state.
education; how far did your celebrity go with it, and did it help them land where they are in life right now? She has an education all the way up to a high school diploma. She actually didn’t go to her graduation ceremony as she had an award show that night, so she had her diploma mailed to her. She’s been fortunate enough that she didn’t need to go to university since she started her career as a teen. Still, she sometimes wonders what it’d be like to go back to school and get a degree in something.
is your celebrity a planner, or into spontaneity? When it comes to her career and business ventures, she definitely plans everything and thinks about everything. Now, being able to own any new music that she makes, she feels like she’s able to record and release songs whenever she wants to. In her personal life, she loves spontaneous plans. Calling up a friend and just driving all night long or flying to a different country for a day and exploring it always sounds like a good time to Taylor.
introvert or extrovert? how has that hurt or helped them on their current life path? Extrovert all the way. Put her in a room with someone and she can guarantee you that she’ll be able to find a way to connect with them. She gets it from her dad since he’s a talker, too. Taylor’s never one to shy away from introducing herself to people and she loves meeting new people. It’s definitely helped her career because she’s been able to make herself relatable to her fans and build a connection with them. Her social skills have helped her make good (and sometimes bad) connections in the industry.
what is your celebrity’s outlook on love? do they believe in soulmates? love at first sight? monogamy? Taylor has way too many thoughts on love as a hopeless romantic, but she thinks it’s a terrifying risk that is completely worth it. And that stands true regardless of what kind of love it is. For her, love is one of the greatest, if not the greatest, things in this world. There’s nothing like love – the pure joy, happiness, just complete elation. Being on cloud nine is the best feeling in the world. And yes, love also has its down sides and they’re some of the hardest downs. When you crash and burn from love, it really hurts. It’s the most agonizing heart-wrenching pain, but the fact that you can feel that type of emotion is something so special, too. The fact that you cared so deeply about someone and someone cared that deeply about you is really special. Love is a very sacred thing to Taylor and one of her biggest wishes is that everyone in this world experiences it at least once. Because even when it sucks, love is such a beautiful thing and worth having and fighting for. Now when she thinks about romantic love, the first few words that come to mind are: golden, pure, respect, adoration, connection, empathy, light, indescribable. Love is the ultimate beauty in all its best forms, and romantic love is no exception. There is the first glance feeling, the breathlessness of state change. You think you’re fine by yourself and then they come and ruin everything. There is fear and worry but the instant you’re with the person you love? You let go (of your fears and your ghosts). It’s a breath of fresh air you didn’t know you needed. It’s like the feeling of rediscovering all of your favorite songs, again and again and again. It’s being enchanted at the first meeting and being enchanted forevermore. It’s not that your life will become a fairytale because it won’t. You’ll both have days when the world is dark and your minds are cruel and your soul aches. You’ll both make mistakes. You’ll both be human. But the feeling of golden warmth in your heart that you thought would fade away stays and makes itself at home. And they stay. And they love you, too, because they’re here for every part of you just as you are for every part of them. And it’s easier than you ever dreamt possible and it’s lighter than air and you’ll never know how you got so damn lucky. It’s golden, it’s pure, it’s respect, it’s adoration, it’s light, it’s indescribable. It’s love. That’s what love is to Taylor. Maybe it's because she reads too many romantic books and watches too many rom-coms, but that's what she fantasizes about. Does she believe in soulmates? To an extent, yes. She thinks that two people could be connected so deeply that no one else in the world could understand their bond like they do. It’s a cool concept to think telepathy is real and it exists between soulmates, platonic or otherwise. She thinks it’s fun to believe in things like fate and soulmates and all of those things that are guided by some invisible force greater than we as humans. She believes in love at first sight, but knows that that kind of love is most likely disguised as infatuation that slowly turns into love. Love requires a mutual, deep intimacy and understanding amongst all parties. It’s complex, and doesn’t just happen within a first sight.
who would your celebrity give their life for? Her family, for sure. The love they give her is unconditional and the moments she shares with them are always in her heart. Whether she’s laughing, crying, or whatever it may be, they’re what keeps her together. Her friends are also people she would give her life for. They’re another source of what keeps her together. Her friends back home (the ones she managed to keep over the years) and the ones she’s met through the industry are what made her days brighter despite the dark clouds that loomed over her head during a dark period in her life. She’s thankful for them every single day and for the new friends she hopes to make. When she went through the #taylorswiftisoverparty in 2016, she had a phase where she was extremely upset and kept thinking she didn’t have any friends left. But she was so wrong. She’d never been more wrong about anything. Selena, Blake, Ryan, along with the friends she’s made here in Bayview like Delta, Melissa, and Daisy have become more than friends and more like her family. It’s those people she’d do anything for and she knows are also there for her no matter what.
when it comes to forgive and forget, how fast is your celebrity to do either of those things? one over the other? or hold grudges forever? Over the years, she’s learned that you don’t have to forget and you don’t have to forgive to move on from something. You can move on from a situation without any of those things happening. She usually lets things go, but it’s always going to be there in the back of her mind as a reminder of what they’ve done to her. As for holding a grudge, it depends on the severity of the wrongdoing, most of the time she’s just relieved that the person revealed their true colors so she can go on without their negative presence in her life. The media has been known to spin a feud of hers into something of a spectacle, and paints her as someone who overreacts and doesn’t leave things be. In reality, it’s mostly the other party who can’t keep her name out of their mouth and she just lives her life peacefully. But if she has to defend herself then she will.
any certain spot in bayview that your celebrity goes to when they need to clear their mind, cheer themselves up, just get into a better mood? Bookends, definitely. Just being surrounded by books is an oasis for Taylor. Whenever she needs time to herself or needs to brighten up her day, she’ll pop over to the little bookstore, grab a bite to eat, and sit in one of the chairs with an old book in her hand. She frequents the place so much that she’s on a first name basis with all of the staff and they all know her order by heart. It’s one of her favorite little corners of Bayview.
who is your celebrity’s role model or hero? is there any specific reason for that, or are they just someone they look up to? Ethel Kennedy. She inspires Taylor to embrace the unpredictable side of life, to find delight in every new experience. Ethel herself has taught Taylor that to really live, you have to jump in, you have to take chances. You have to embrace the unpredictability of life instead of fearing it. Meeting Ethel herself was really one of the rare times Taylor has been starstruck, and getting to spend some time with her has been one of the biggest highlights of her life.
does your celebrity have any secrets? anything that they would absolutely hate for anyone to find out about them? Hm, Taylor would say there’s a lot that people don’t know about her, naturally, because she can’t talk to everyone that knows her name. However, a secret of hers would be that maybe that she’s not as put-together as she comes off. She’s noticed that a lot of people approach her with the assumption that she’s a well-rounded, deeply intellectual person with some strong grasp on the path of her life when she’s just another person trying to figure things out like anyone else. A bit boring, but true! But… we all have our demons, don’t we? Things that weigh us down, despite the optimism we may have. And one of her fears that she doesn’t want anyone to know is that she’s scared that she is going to end up all alone someday. Whether it’s romantically or platonically, Taylor is scared that she’ll never be good enough, or really that people will realize that she isn’t good enough and just leave her. She’s had it happen before, and she’s scared that all the noise in her life will make them leave one way or another.
it’s a gala night and your celebrity has to dress up; are they way into it, or counting down the hours until they can put sweats back on? Taylor definitely loves to dress up for a night and get all glammed up, but she’ll pack an extra pair of shoes so she doesn’t have to worry about her feet hurting all night. There are times where she has to force herself to get the motivation to sit in a makeup chair and get ready, but she usually thinks it’s all worth it once the night is over.
when it comes to your celebrity’s love life, how do they feel about it? are they happy? Taylor’s notorious for loving love. It’s her brand, quite literally. If I could give an example of how Taylor feels about her love life, it would be equivalent to how Jenny Slate explains in her book when she says, “I am a lovely woman. Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?” because Taylor wants love so much that she doesn’t know what to do with herself sometimes and she feels like it might not be in the cards for her. I always picture Taylor being like Lara Jean from the TATBILB series because she’s always been the girl who daydreams about finding ‘the one’, and what true love might really be. She feels too much and sometimes thinks that’s her vice. Despite all of this, though, she’s really, really happy with her love life. She has her friends, and finds romance in that. She loves her independence and isn’t going to sacrifice it for just anyone. If she does fall in love, the most important thing is that who ever she falls for has a special kind of connection with her. She wants to feel a spark, but creating a fire takes some time so she’ll wait. She has some patience. And honestly, it’s easy for her to fall for someone -- she can fall in love with anything. She falls in love with the way the sun shines into her room every morning, she falls in love with the flowers in the yard, the smell of fresh rain… she falls in love with the sound of people’s voices, their faces, their interests, just everything. Whoever she falls for has to put up with her just loving… everything. She’s probably in love with at least one quality about everyone. Taylor’s a lot to put up with, she loves easily and she falls harder. She can be intense, like, she’s never been that deep in love with someone, but she knows she can be. She trusts too easily and she ends up getting hurt a lot of the time. She just wants someone who’s in love with her mind, her goals, her ideas… she wants them to see her in their dreams like she would see them. She’s very, very happy with her love life, but God, does she want to know what being in an actual serious, committed relationship is like.
if your celebrity had to leave the house in a rush, what three things would they grab on their way out? (people and pets excluded!) Taylor doesn’t need much when she leaves the house. She carries around a handbag, which holds just about everything she needs for the day or even for the ten minutes to two hours she’s away from her house. She can’t leave without at least these three items in her bag, and it’s really the necessities that she tosses in there. The first thing in her bag is her Iphone and portable charger. Her phone holds everything. It’s not really in her bag as it’s more in the palm of her hand instead. She tends to waste a lot of her battery very quickly, so just in case she must charge her phone, she has her handy dandy charger at her disposal. She needs her journal and a few pens because unless her phone is unavailable to use to make a note of something or write down whatever muse she’s feeling, she has her handy dandy pen and paper to depend on when she needs it most. Lastly, she always holds on to a picture of her family. Somewhere in her bag she’d have a picture of her, her parents and her brother. She wouldn’t be where and who she is without her family’s love and support, and at the end of the day she loves them more than anything and is always thankful for their strong presence in her life. She likes to be reminded of who she is and where she came from because staying true to herself, although hard, is her number one goal.
does your celebrity have any bad habits or quirks that they just can’t kick, no matter how hard they try? Not taking care of herself would be the biggest bad habit she has had. It's hard for Taylor to accept that sometimes, she needs help. She truly is independent to a fault. She is used to taking care of others and helping them that she sometimes forgets about herself. She hates feeling like a burden to someone else and takes being independent to a whole other level. Over the years, she's learned to stay off of social media when she's in a bad mood and she's learned to only value the opinions of people she cares about. She's never been to therapy, and knows she probably should, but feels as if she doesn't need to because she has her mom to talk to. Ways she takes care of herself when she's feeling down would be lighting a new candle, reading some poetry, watching a TED Talk, or painting with her watercolors. Eating what she wants when she wants is also something she's learned to do, too. She used to use food as a coping mechanism. Whenever she felt like she didn't have control in her life, she would deprive herself of basic meals so could could feel some control. These days she's been better at eating what she wants without feeling guilty and has learned to have a healthy relationship with food.
what are your celebrity’s thoughts on kids? do they want any in the future, if they don’t already have any? want more, if they do? When Taylor was younger, she used to dream of having that fantasy of a white picket fence with a family. Over the years, it’s changed a little bit. Whenever she thinks about bringing a child into this world, she worries about their privacy and how they would survive with people watching their every move. She can’t imagine having paparazzi following them around, trying to get a glimpse of them. She wants kids, for sure, but doesn’t want them to face unfair scrutiny or having cameras in their faces 24/7 just because one of their parents is “famous”.
does your celebrity have a favorite room in their home? Probably her room because it’s the only place in the world where she can be comfortable. She loves spending her days in her room just watching TV and lounging around with her cats. If she’s decided to spend time in her room, she probably has ordered some type of comfort food like Chinese or pizza, put on a face mask with her hair tied up, done some online shopping, taken a nap or just lied down, listened to some vinyls – just anything that lets her breathe and relax.
it’s a free day. completely, from morning until bed time – what would your celebrity like to spend it doing? Her perfect day would be spent with her family. She would have invited her family over to her house, letting them spend the night. In the morning, she would make them breakfast. She’d have them tour the town, and would take her mom antique shopping for a bit while her dad and brother have their own bonding time. They’d get lunch by the ocean, and then she would drive them around each neighborhood in Bayview. By dinner time, they would go out to eat somewhere in the Downtown area and then walk around the park. At the end of the day, they would go back to her house and watch a movie or play a game before they all retired to bed for the night. That sounds like a perfect day to Taylor.
to this day, what has been the hardest thing for your celebrity to come up against or overcome, whether personally or professionally? In the past thirty years Taylor has been through a lot, from a career point of view and a personal one. In her personal life, having to go to court in 2017 to face the man who sexually assaulted her was one of the hardest things Taylor has done. It was tough for her to do, and even though she spent many sleepless nights during that week, it was all worth getting the justice she deserved. From people mocking her about her body to not believing her side of the story, Taylor will never forget those who supported her during that whole ordeal. She's happy that more and more people are able to come forward with their stories despite the backlash they might get, and will always believe someone's story because she knows how hard it is to do. We all probably know what Taylor's hardest career obstacle was... the disaster of the 2016 Kimye incident. That whole year, especially that summer, was an emotional rollercoaster for Taylor and she learned so much from that experience. She was so, so scared that she wouldn't be able to make art anymore and that the 1989 era would be her last. Luckily, her fans stuck around and have always had her back. To Taylor, her fans are so important. They are the reason she's still making music to this day and the reason why she gets to present her songs to the world. As someone who has only ever dreamt of being able to share her art with others, the people who have really made it possible are the people who truly support her for it. Taylor's “fans” are more like friends, and friends to her are like family. They are people who’ve supported her for what she loves doing most and she can’t thank them enough for it.
ten years ago, did your celebrity ever think that they would be where they are now? are they happy with that spot in life? what do they hope to achieve yet in the future? At the beginning of the decade, Taylor was coming out of her teens and coming in to her twenties. If you told her that she would’ve released five albums, gone on four tours, won Album of the Year at the Grammys twice, moved to New York City, lose her curls and cut her hair short, been in more relationships that one hand couldn’t count, gotten a few cats, gone through one of the most humiliating things publicly, gone to court, and moved to Bayview all in the span of ten years, she would’ve laughed in your face. Despite all that has happened to her, she would take none of it back and is very happy with where she is in life. Taylor loves her life. Sure, there could be changes but other than that there’s nothing else she would want. She’s happy with the morals she grew up with, and happy with the people who’ve been kind to her and all of the lessons she’d learned over the years. The move to Bayview is a memory she wouldn’t trade for the world. She’s had the chance to travel and meet new people on the other side of the world. The chance to come to Bayview is a milestone in her life she would never trade. Sure, she still has issues with being away from her family, but by far it’s been one of the most amazing experiences in her life. If she didn't move to town, she wouldn’t have people she could connect to, she wouldn’t have met or befriended most of the people who lived here, and she wouldn’t know how to step out of her comfort zone and do things she never knew she needed to do. Bayview changed all of that. In the future, Taylor hopes to still be making albums, hopefully gaining back all of her masters or at least be done with re-recording all of her older albums. Maybe she’ll fall in love and raise a family of her own. Maybe she’ll write a novel about her life. Maybe she won’t be in Bayview still or maybe this is town is her forever home. The most important thing that matters to Taylor is being happy with whatever she’s doing, whoever she’s with and with herself. Because who knows what the future holds, y'know? Nothing else really matters as long as you love your life.
#( ❛ ░ ▌it’s my life so truth be told // tasks.#bviewtask#bview2019dec#wooo!!! done finally!!#also i didnt know she prerecorded her scd performance so we can say that she was still in nyc after the jingle bell ball
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Theo Raeken Character Study (Part 3): Theo and the Dread Doctors
Alright, so if we’ve talked about Theo’s childhood, established a plausible relationship between Tara and Theo...
Let’s talk about Theo and the Dread Doctors for a bit.
Without backtracking too far, Theo’s early childhood definitely played a role in his interactions/life with the Dread Doctors; this is especially important as we’re left with an apparent eight year gap of time between the Doctors turning Theo into a Chimera, and him finally breaking away from them.
Let’s get a few theories I disagree with out of the way first.
Number One: Theo is simply a bad dude (pre-going to hell), who was perfectly fine being aligned with the Dread Doctors.
A few problems with this: after spending six year with the Dread Doctors, if he was down with the experimenting, and trying to bring back the Beast... Why did he break away from them to bring back the other Chimeras? From that moment on, Theo only deals with the Doctors while trying to find the Beast. Of course, it’s possible that it’s solely because, after being unable to steal Scott’s Alpha power, he decides to steal the Beast’s, and knows the Doctors won’t go along... But wouldn’t it simply be easier to take his pack of Chimeras, and go find an Alpha who wasn’t an unstoppable killing machine? An Alpha that he could just kill, without having to worry about Belasko’s claws, putting on the creepy helmet, killing off the other Chimeras, etc.,? Sure, Theo might be impulsive at times, but it seems like a stretch of logic.
Number Two: Theo was basically a prisoner of the Dread Doctors suffering from Stockholm Syndrome.
Problems: Theo is way too confident and arrogant. Not just in himself, or the ‘cause’, but even when dealing with the Dread Doctors themselves. Sure, he knows there’s only so far he can push them, but we see him toe that line several times; if he had only developed a bond with them because of forced captivity, how would he have the guts to push them at all?
Secondly... He’s simply just way too cocky. There’s no way he spent eight years living in sewers and abandoned tunnels with the Dread Doctors, and picked up that kind of manipulation skills, that kind of arrogance, and bravado. Even if it’s only a mask, he would need a reason for the mask, i.e., he didn’t build up that mask for the Dread Doctors, who’d see him without the mask.
Typically, most theories fall into these two categories in one way or another. And, without a knowledge of psychology, child development, and so on, these are the two simplest explanations for something that’s difficult to explain.
I’m gonna take a stab at this, and see if I can (hopefully) come up with a theory that fits better.
So, we can presume that Theo did spend a significant amount of time with the Dread Doctors, and we know that the people he passes off as his parents aren’t actually his parents. But this doesn’t necessarily mean that Theo lived with the Dread Doctors the entire time. And as almost every scenario of him ‘living full time’ with the Dread Doctors for eight years flies in the face of his behavior, I’m going to discard the ‘full time’ theory.
But, if he wasn’t living with the Dread Doctors, and the people in Beacon Hills in Season 5 aren’t his parents, who did he live with, and what happened to his actual parents?
Well, here’s my theory.
Theo’s parents never left Beacon Hills; they died shortly after Tara was discovered, and were killed by the Dread Doctors, under the guise of them ‘leaving town’. Since we’re (presuming) that Theo didn’t spend the whole time living in a cave with the Dread Doctors, this would necessitate that he had other ‘parents’, like what they did in Beacon Hills.
This also helps explain Theo’s arrogance; if, at the age of 9 or 10, the people who -for all intents and purposes - ‘created’ you scares two random people into pretending to be your parents, the child could easily adopt the mentality of, ‘You’re scared of them, so you better keep me happy’. In essence, even before Theo could scare them himself, simply knowing that the Dread Doctors could kill them at any time, for any reason allowed Theo to do as he pleased. He wouldn’t have been reprimanded, disciplined, or told ‘no’ all that often, at first out of fear of the Doctors, and later, out of fear of Theo.
This would also allow him to attend school (necessary for socialization, and manipulation skills), while doing whatever he needed to for the Dread Doctors, because these ‘parents’ wouldn’t question where he was going, why he was out so late, and so on. If we add in the theory about Theo’s crappy childhood (see Part 1), this also creates a sense of newfound power in him, similar to what we see play out with Tracey: he was powerless before with his parents, but these ‘parents’? He can do whatever he wants, and he’s finally in the position of power.
But, knowing that these ‘parents’ were fakes, this would have left Theo wide open to the Dread Doctors putting themselves in the authority position over him. In essence, what we see of Theo and the Dread Doctors is a twisted facsimile of the parent/child relationship. He knows exactly how far he can push them, how much they’ll let him get away with, what they will or won’t tell him, and even explains his defection, as a typical rebellious teenager leaving home because he thinks he knows better/can do better. Even then, he’s cautious not to overstep, or supersede their wishes at the start, preferring to keep out of their way as much as possible, and avoiding direct confrontation when it isn’t. It isn’t until later that he starts actively working against them in the open.
Overall, I think this theory fits best, given Theo’s personality and how Season 5 plays out.
Part One Theo’s Childhood
Part Two Theo and Tara’s Relationship
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Imagine #108 Isaac Lahey [Requested]
A/N: This took too long to write. I apologize, nonnie. I hope you love it all the same!
Isaac releases a wistful sigh, gnawing on his lower lip as his calloused fingertips brush a strand of hair from your peaceful face as you sleep. Happiness has never been an emotion familiar to Isaac Lahey; his tragic childhood and guarded personality were definitive factors in this saddest of truths. The moment he’d met you changed that; he felt an instant connection to you, an overwhelming magnetism impossible to ignore, something he’d never felt before. The connection frightened him; he didn’t want to feel like his entire world revolved around someone so fragile, so beautiful and so human.
Being a werewolf in Beacon Hills became too much, the realities of the dangers settled in when everyone had to watch Allison Argent die. A seventeen year old teenager with an entire life to live and a bright future to anticipate, torn from the world by another supernatural threat. He remained grateful to Scott for being a true friend and a great alpha, but he couldn’t handle the overwhelming fear of watching someone else die; watching you die. So the moment he was given an invitation to accompany Chris Argent to France, he accepted without a second thought and showed up at your door to pack your things and bring you with him. He couldn’t leave you behind; he couldn’t protect you from the monsters that Beacon Hills brought and he’d be damned if he left the love of his life at the mercy of the next danger that would stroll into town with bloodlust in their heart and hatred in their soul. Isaac refused to ruin the day by dwelling on the past, allowing the darkness of Beacon Hills to eclipse the happiness he’d found with you, so instead, he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead before slipping out of bed unnoticed.
The smooth poignant scent of coffee grounds lingered in the humble kitchen, Isaac humming a soothing tune as he scooped the mixture into the French press with the hint of a smile on his mouth. He learned the art of making a fantastic cup of coffee with a French press just for you; he was aware of how adorably grumpy you were in the morning and it’d become a routine to share a mug of coffee together on the apartment terrace in a complacent silence as you mentally prepare for the day. He’s bustling around the kitchen, whistling a soothing tune as he lowers the plunge on the coffee press before pouring the steaming liquid into the mug you’d bought upon arrival in Paris, France. Travelling around Europe, despite the reason, ended up being a dream come true. Chris Argent, being the compassionate person he is, took it upon himself to provide you both with an apartment and the money you would need to survive without him for awhile. Despite Isaac’s protests, Chris transferred more money into his account on a bi-weekly basis, almost always an absurd amount that made him question how rich the Argent family is. It felt almost familial, the concern the Argent patriarch detained for Isaac, as if he’d somehow adopted the orphan after everything they’ve been through together. A surrogate father; the father he’d always wanted but never had.
“Morning.” His ears perk at the rough sound of your tired voice, heart skipping a beat, suppressing a smile at the sight of your disheveled hair and lethargic expression. A smug sense of satisfaction settled in the depths of his abdomen as he chuckles, pressing a warm affectionate kiss to your temple as you yawn and squint up at him.
“I must’ve worn you out.” He replies in a suggestive tone, laughing as you pinch his arm and snatch the mug from the counter with a glare in his direction. “You can’t tell me it wasn’t worth it.” He sings as you disappear to the terrace with an amused laugh and a dismissive wave. Isaac was definitely not wrong. The sex is intoxicating, passionate and primal.
The leatherbound journal, purchased for your travels with Isaac, lay on the faux stone bistro table nestled in the furthest niche of the terrace. A content smile quirking the corners of your lips as you release a sigh and settle on the soft cushion of the matching iron chair. The shuffling of paper interrupting the silence as you search for a blank page; the fresh canvas inviting the beautifully colorful script of another adventure. Isaac, despite being secretive of the details, planned an anniversary trip to another unexplored piece of Europe. Two years; it’s been two years of affectionate kisses, warm embraces, whispered secrets, laughter, and more love than some are fortunate enough to experience in a lifetime.
The warmth of the coffee within your hand was welcome as you decide instead to read Isaac’s latest contribution to the journal; an idea that Isaac had scoffed at in the beginning, he didn’t believe he had anything of worth to offer and he’d never been the greatest at writing. It took some persuasion, lingering kisses and a childish pout, but he gave in to your request and it was worth it for him to see the happiness it brought you. A smitten flutter of butterfly wings tickled your stomach as your fingertips brushed against the indentation of Isaac’s handwriting against the journal pages.
Mystery Location,
There are so many things I’d love to say but… this adventure is a surprise. I was able to get Argent to agree to help, even though getting ahold of him at the moment was almost impossible. He won’t tell me what he’s been doing or where he’s been but I hope wherever it is that he’s being safe. The talk that we had on the phone was enough to suffice for now; despite me wishing that he could be here for this moment, for this trip. It would mean everything to me if he could be there but I’d never put him in that position. The pain that it would cause… I could never do that to him. Anyway, we’re in for an extensive ride today so I hope that in the chaos I can keep Y/N smiling. I know that Y/N enjoys traveling but crowded airports and bus stations can get even the best of us. Can’t say much more right now so until then. - Isaac
Isaac Lahey is the perfect boyfriend; he’s spent the journey being the sweetest and keeping you giggling. Even though the bus ride feels never-ending and the AC on board isn’t working there isn’t much to complain about when you’re with him. He can make the best out of the worst situations and that’s part of the reason you’d fallen in love with him; even despite everything he’s been through, he never gives in and always keeps smiling. His warm soothing voice is humming a tune, callous hand rubbing against the softness of your arm as you lean on his broad shoulder and just listen to him. He’s gnawing on his lower lip, suppressing a mischievous grin as he stares down at you as if you’d hung the moon and stars in the sky with the very hands he holds. In a way, he guesses you did because everything in his life revolves around you. You’ve given him everything that he could’ve ever asked for, everything that he’s ever dreamed of and he never wanted to know what his life would be like, now or in the future, without you in it. He hopes he never sees that day.
“We’re here.” He announces as his ears perk and he shoots a fleeting glance out the window. Only in this moment does his mind wander, heart hammering against his chest as the surprise securely tucked in his brown backpack weigh on his nerves like lead. It takes a second for him to contemplate whether he’s doing the right thing; what if this ruins your relationship? What if you’re not ready for this? What if you just don’t feel the same way he does?
“Let’s go, then.” The excitement in your voice startles him from his thoughts and just like that he’s smiling at you with adoration in his eyes. He nudges you, taking your place to reach in the overhead compartment to retrieve his backpack and then yours. He’s shouldering a strap of each backpack, releasing a tense sigh he hadn’t realised he’d been holding in before he notices that you’d disappeared. He chuckles, straightening his posture before making his way to the entrance of the bus. “I can’t believe this.” The complete awe in your tone made a handsome smile creep across his face, this, this reaction was exactly what he’d been hoping for. He remembers, in great detail, that you’d revealed once, wrapped in his bare arms tucked securely in bed, that you wanted nothing more than to come here. To share the fantastic experience of being here, the Leaning Tower of Pisa, with the love of your life. It was your dream and if there’s anything that he intended on doing throughout his lifetime, it was definitely making sure that each and every single one of your dreams came true.
There’s a complacent silence, your fingers intertwined with his, the contrast both subtle and heartwarming, making him grin as he’s wordlessly led closer to the architectural wonder. Despite his heart running rampant in his chest with the highest amounts of anxieties he’s ever had, he still can’t help but relish the moment. The beautiful smile on your face brightening his spirits, the sunshine providing a celestial glow around your silhouette, and the purest form of joy reflecting in your alluring eyes as you gaze up at the structure with wonder. It’s in this moment that he can’t refrain from uttering the words that have nestled at the tip of his tongue for what seems like a lifetime; the instinct is so strong that he doesn’t even register he’d said a word until your attention snaps to him and tears blur your vision. Marry me.
“What did you say?” You whisper, nose twitching adorably as you gnaw on your bottom lip and try to fight the tears threatening to fall.
“Marry me.” He repeats in a dream like sigh, continuing before he loses the nerve. He’s facing you now, cradling your smooth cheeks in his strong palms as he stares into your eyes. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You taught me what it’s like to be loved and you’ve taught me how to love. You’ve helped me pull myself out of the darkest nightmares I’ve lost myself in. You helped me see that I was worth saving. You’ve helped me become the best version of myself. I can’t imagine what I’d be without you and-” He hesitates, unzipping his backpack, retrieving the petite jewelry box from within before dropping to his knee. “I never want to have to. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I always want to wake up to your beautiful face. I want to fall asleep hold you every night. I want to grow old with you. I want to have children with you. You’re my soulmate. So, what do you say?” He’s swallowing the dryness in his throat, furrowing his brow in worry as you hadn’t said or done anything. “Do you want to be Mrs.Lahey?”
“Y-Yes.” You stammer, sniffling before holding your trembling hand out for him to slip your engagement ring on. He’s grinning like a fool, rushing to sweep you up into a tight embrace as you cry into his chest and he’s kissing your hair and whispering that everything would always be okay. He’d always have you.
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Castle Rock
Part I: Memory and Time
Episode 1: “Severance”
Episode 2: “Habeas Corpus”
Episode 3: “Local Color”
“What I keep wondering—all the smells we smell, all the songs and pictures—do you lose them all? I mean, wherever you go next, does the tape get erased? And if it does, you aren’t really you anymore, are you?”
“Is that what you’re afraid of?”
“That’s what I want.”
The above conversation takes place almost halfway into the first episode of Castle Rock, the new Hulu series produced by Stephen King and J.J. Abrams. Henry Deaver (Andre Holland), a death-row attorney, is having a final conversation with his client, a 93-year-old woman whose appeal has been denied. She is musing on the nature of memory, and we get the general idea that her life is full of scenes she’d rather leave behind. For his part, Henry is drawn back to an incident from his childhood: during a freezing winter, he went missing in the woods near his home, and was found by the local sheriff, totally unaffected by the subzero conditions. The sheriff asked what happened to him, but Henry did not remember.
Memory plays an enormous role on Castle Rock, both within the world of the series and outside of it. It’s been established that Stephen King’s work takes place within a connected universe, and ever since Castle Rock premiered, the internet has been buzzing with theories about how it ties into the larger King canon. Now I have to make a confession: I am nobody’s idea of a Stephen King aficionado. I’ve seen several of the most popular screen adaptations of his work, and just through pop-culture osmosis, I’d say I have a general awareness of his major stories, but nothing beyond a surface level. So that’s going to impact how I write about and interpret this series. Honestly, though, I haven’t felt like I’m missing out—the story so far has been strong enough to stand on its own.
In Episode 1, however, a near-immediate connection is established to one of King’s most famous works: The Shawshank Redemption. We see a man (Terry O’Quinn) cooking breakfast for his wife, and they have a brief conversation mentioning the man’s imminent retirement. The man, addressed as Mr. Lacy, drives through town, and on his car radio, an aria is playing. It’s “Che soave zeffiretto” from The Marriage of Figaro—the same piece from one of the climactic scenes of The Shawshank Redemption, when Andy Dufresne plays it over the prison’s loudspeaker system. We watch as Mr. Lacy drives into the woods, stopping atop a bluff. The camera shows a length of rope trailing out of the car, tied to a nearby tree. Mr. Lacy takes the other end of the rope (looped into a noose), slips it around his neck, turns off the radio, and floors the gas pedal, launching the car off the bluff. As the vehicle sinks into the black waters of the lake below, the camera fixes on its back bumper, where we see the insignia of the Maine Department of Corrections, and that evocative name: Shawshank.
Then we see Shawshank itself, its stone turrets and barbed-wire fencing rising out of a grey mist. It turns out that Mr. Lacy was Warden Lacy, until recently. The new warden, played by Ann Cusack, listens grimly to the guards as they hint at the prison’s dark history, showing particular interest in a young guard’s remark about a wing of the prison that has stood empty for thirty years. The young guard, Zalewski (Noel Fisher), is sent to count the empty cells, and immediately finds something that doesn’t seem right—boot prints. He follows them to a heavy metal door, which leads to another door in the middle of the floor. Zalewski opens it, revealing only a seemingly disused water tank, and is about to leave when something falls out of his pocket. He crawls down the ladder on the side of the tank, and finds… A chair. A coffee can full of cigarette butts. A metal cage, with a young man in it.
The young man, played by Bill Skarsgård, is emaciated and pale, and his bearing is meek and fearful. He does not speak, and more unnervingly, he doesn’t blink, his large hazel eyes staring hollowly at his questioners. Finally, in the warden’s office, he mumbles a name, through a voice that clearly hasn’t been used in some time: “Henry Deaver.” This brings us to the scene I discussed at the beginning.
It turns out that Henry Deaver grew up in the town of Castle Rock, twenty miles from Shawshank. Zalewski calls him anonymously, defying the warden’s dictum that the mysterious young man should be kept secret, and Henry comes back home. Over the course of the rest of the episode, Henry begins to realize that something is rotten in Castle Rock. The storefronts downtown are boarded up, his adoptive mother Ruth (Sissy Spacek) is exhibiting severe memory loss, the local cemetery has been paved over, and the kindly sheriff from Henry’s childhood, Alan Pangborn (Scott Glenn), has taken more than a neighborly interest in Ruth. Also, no one at the prison seems willing to give Henry any information about his mysterious ‘client’.
In the second episode, Henry pays a visit to Warden Lacy’s home looking for clues, and at first, seems to find a sympathetic ear in the widowed Martha Lacy. But once she discovers who he is, she turns him out. Some people in Castle Rock have longer memories than others. When Henry vanished into the woods all those years ago, his adoptive father, the Reverend Matthew Deaver, was found with his neck broken, and later succumbed to his injuries. The young Henry was suspected of an active role in that circumstance. When Henry visits his father’s old church, the new pastor makes an awkward remark about Henry being ‘redemption in the flesh’.
Over at Shawshank, the mystery around The Kid (as he is named in the credits) has deepened. Zalewski, on security camera duty, sees The Kid in a hallway, with a trail of corpses behind him. But it’s a false alarm—everything is as it should be. Meanwhile, Warden Porter is enjoying a drink at a hotel bar when she is interrupted by none other than Alan Pangborn. He tells her a strange story about Warden Lacy—that he claimed to have found and captured the Devil. Pangborn growls, “Don’t let that fuckin’ kid out.”
The episode also fully introduces the character of Molly Strand (Melanie Lynskey), who used to live downhill from the Deaver house, and nursed a childhood crush on Henry. Current-day Molly is a nervous misfit, swallowing pills she buys from a scraggly teenager to deal with what she calls ‘other people’s noise’. In a flashback, it’s revealed that she may know more about Henry Deaver’s disappearance than he does—we see the young Molly watch from her window as Pastor Deaver calls Henry outside in the middle of the night. When questioned by the police, however, she denies any knowledge of what’s going on.
Episode 3, “Local Color”, opens with a scene of young Molly walking through the snow to the Deaver house, putting on Henry’s red plaid jacket, and climbing the stairs to where the injured Pastor Deaver lies. Without a moment’s hesitation, young Molly pulls out his ventilator. Now, the viewer knows the answer to at least one of Castle Rock’s mysteries. In the present day, we follow Molly as she prepares to go on a local-access show to talk about her plan to revitalize Castle Rock’s moribund downtown. Molly finally has a face-to-face conversation with Henry, and it leaves her so upset that she tracks down her dealer, who tells her to try her luck out at the motor court.
Molly goes to the motor court at night, and asks a little girl if she knows where ‘Derek’ is. The girl points Molly toward a structure nearby, and as Molly approaches, we hear the voices of children. It appears to be some kind of mock trial, and almost all the children are wearing grotesque papier-mâché masks. The ‘witness’, a little boy, says that the ‘killer’ is in the courtroom, and immediately points to Molly. “Guilty! Guilty!” the children shout. It’s oddly disappointing when the ‘judge’, aka Derek, brings Molly to his perfectly ordinary trailer and they begin to haggle over the pills, only to be interrupted by sirens.
The next morning, Henry happens to be at the local police station, trying to get information. He bails Molly out just in time for her to make her TV appearance. After an uncomfortable few moments, Molly bursts out with the truth: there is a young man being kept at Shawshank, without being convicted of any crime.
At last, Henry Deaver is formally invited to Shawshank. At last, Henry sits down face-to-face with The Kid. At last, The Kid communicates more, asking Henry, “Has it begun?” in a way that seems fraught with some deeper meaning. Skarsgård’s gawky physicality and hesitant speech patterns make an intriguing contrast to the menacing aura that has developed around him. In the previous episode, he was forced to share a cell with a burly neo-Nazi, and shortly thereafter, the other man suddenly dropped dead. Henry, however, seems instantly won over, reassuring The Kid that he’s there to help.
I’m grouping the episodes three at a time for reasons that will become clear in future installments (hey, look, I can do serialization too!). Before I go, I do want to make a note of the music on the show: the score is composed by Thomas Newman, who has contributed to some of my favorite films (Road to Perdition, Meet Joe Black, and, of course, The Green Mile and The Shawshank Redemption), and his spare piano chords go a long way toward establishing the show’s eerie atmosphere. I think I have now gone on entirely long enough for this round, but if you like what you’ve read, come back for more! There will be more anyway, because this is my blog and I’ve committed to this, so… that’s that on that.
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