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dallonm-archive · 3 years

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july writing update

Hi friends! This writing update is me pretending I did Camp Nano and didn't kinda give up a week in! I had a proper goal and everything, but a lot of things got in the way that I'm not gonna talk about here because I already ranted about it in another update I'm drafting rn. Lets just say it's Disability Pride Month and being not neurotypical or able bodied in writing communities and their inherent focus on productivity is Hard.

But I did get some writing done and wanted to do a little Camp wrap up post regardless. And I'm doing it now because I'm cancelling the last week of July for some rest/self care and I do not want to think about writing for that time and if I write a tumblr post about July Nano being over my brain will think it's actually over <3 I will probably do updates like these for most months tho! Depends on how much I write lol! This one is not too long (by my standards) and has some Revelations, Revelations, Life Cycle of Massive Stars, Nocturne for the Holy and a new wip idea 👁️

excerpts under the cut!

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I'm also editing this in to say I only just realised that July is my writeblr birthday month and that is very weird to me! A year and a couple days ago I impulsively turned an old blog into a place to document writing for me and ended up meeting people who now mean the world to me and my writing blossoming in a way I never thought it would. And the funny part is it doesn't feel like it's been a year, ever since I joined it's just felt like life has Always been this way and I cannot fathom that it hasn't. I'm sappy bc it's 4am lol but ultimately the friends I made (you know who you are) and the community I found is what retaught me the value of writing and helped me unlearn toxic ideas and whilst the last year was tough I wish I could tell July 2020 Dallon (who did not realise he was Dallon yet </3) what July 2021 would look like.

revelations, revelations ;

Oh the absolute state of affairs with this book rn. Nothing bad but I don't know when I'm gonna update y'all because sometimes I do not know where to start when talking about this wip lol! Currently on a break with it (but also my thesis work is on late 20th century queer lit/history rn so am ever really free of RR? <3) but had a lot of fun with it at the end of June/start of July. Anyway here's Dorothy finally revealing more of herself to me after a year. Dorothy as a character is like, I truly believe she is capable of killing a man but the story she is in just does not allow that so I am trying to grow her unhinged side a little bit in other ways bc I know she has it in her but I also really cannot deal with the plot repercussions of her actually killing a man! I'm sorry Dotty but this'll have to do!

(cw for groping/a man being creepy as hell, death/funeral mention, drug mention, drowning imagery kinda)

There’s too much to tell Felix. That his sister lives on the fringe of Castro and has attended three funerals since September; that it’s January 11th and she’s already attended one this year. That his sister drives through sunsets and imagines parties: the amber dusk, warm mosaic tiles, platters of Greek salad skewers and shrimp tostadas, and sometimes Jolie joins her and they share a blunt on the hill. That his sister bought an aquamarine body-length dress for six bucks in a thrift store sale bin, so when her and Jolie broke up for the second time, she waltzed into a sunset party, locked arms with a CEO’s son and gave him a fake number and plucked strawberries out of champagne and blended so well nobody noticed when she left. That during the summer of ’83, his sister walked a neighbour’s Golden Retriever on Wednesdays, and on the sixth Wednesday he gave her a wad of tens with one hand and palmed the back of her neck with the other, so she walked his dog to the beach and stole another hundred from his wallet. That his sister bombed an interview for a Nursing school and didn’t get home until night and missed their monthly call, and Jolie heard the phone ring and didn’t take a message, so his sister snuck into the CEO’s son’s villa and floated in the centre of their heated pool like a cloud. A pause, a breath, an Opheliean threat.

life cycle of massive stars ;

Switched to LCOMS this month because I was burnt out with RR and it made such the difference! I really love working on two novels at once because it keeps me consistently creative but also both of these books are so different so its always refreshing to bounce back into one from another. I have a whole update in the drafts rn for this so keeping this part brief but still love this book, still the best thing that has ever happened to me, me and this book will have a glorious summer wedding etc etc. These excerpts are from chapters that summarise the first semester of each character's first year and have to say it. has been Very Fun to get into the mindset of Freshers Melodrama. Here's Junie having a crisis and an unhealthy relationship with her hetero flatmate :( (alcohol cw for both excerpts)

In October you are drinking double espresso and trying to breathe normally in lectures and you are trying to figure out your favourite colour because Fleur asked and you stumbled out an answer (Purple, I think. Violet? Lavender? Indigo?) and it didn’t match hers (I like yellow. I like sunlight). You buy mugs from IKEA to paint you paint cats and fireworks and constellations and moon phases and daisies. You try to scratch paint stains off your desk. You do laundry at 2am. In October you colour code your notes with pastel highlighters. You go to the library at 3am. You paint your nails sunlight and hate it. You finish an essay that’s due in December. You knock on Fleur’s door at 8am so she makes her 9am. You wear off the shoulder tops and you let a girl dab glitter on your collarbones and you are watching Fleur kiss a boy from the neighbouring hall. You bite your sunlight nails. You break the handle off your IKEA constellation mug. You leave your keys in a lecture hall and stand at the reception for forty minutes waiting for them to realise that the keys on the desk have the moon chain you mentioned - or, you are waiting to say it yourself. You are watching the rain trail down your window. In October you get a halo headband tangled in your hair you are sipping a vampire themed cocktail that tastes like acetone you rip your heels off and you go home early and do laundry at 2am and you are waiting for the courage to tell Fleur you don’t like clubbing - or, you are waiting for her to ask where you are. In October you are many things / a good student a dancer a painter an angel a big sister an alarm clock you are nocturnal and a lucid dreamer and confused about your sexuality / and it’s still October but it’s not because it’s November now and you are still Junie but not because you don’t know who Junie is. It’s November, it’s September October November December. It’s 2016 2017 2018 2019. You are fragments and you don’t know if you are a kaleidoscope or shattered glass.

And here's first year Tomas being like I Moved Countries For University And All I Got Was Homesickness And A Crush On My Flatmate And Resurging Autistic Symptoms And This Lousy T Shirt (cw: vomit mention, injection mention, parental death mention)

Kristen is seven months younger and five inches taller than you. He’s the last flatmate you met and the only one you talk to beyond kitchen greetings and passive aggressive texts about dirty dishes. He is too quiet and too loud and not the type of person you befriend. The first night, he lost Ring of Fire and downed the concoction of Echo Falls, Dark Fruits, Jack Daniels and coke, vodka and lemonade alongside a cigarette and said he’d let God figure out the rest. He held your hair back when you threw up amaretto and held onto your knee when you first self-injected testosterone. He taught you Yorkshire dialect and you pretended to understand the Yorkshire dialect. He told you he got diagnosed at four and you told him you didn’t get past the first assessment but sometimes you flick the bathroom light on and it’s fire: the orange on the orange towel is louder, the white on the white tiles are louder, the colours and light and sink and showerhead are prickly and all you can do is blink and breathe until it fizzles out. You reminded him to take his meds and asked if you were weak for wanting to drop out and hop on the first Eurostar to Rotterdam. He reminded you to take off your binder and asked if he was robotic for not grieving his mother. You spent inky nights on the kitchen floor, counting the dead flies in the lights and scooping crumbly coconut ice cream out of a maker you got for half price in TK Maxx. You spent dusk-dusted afternoons at the global street food markets, at the vegan markets. Spent student loans on raspberry lemonade in recycled cups, veggie burgers in beetroot buns, got him hooked on poffertjes and advocaat and could’ve cried when the vendor spoke to you in Dutch. Sometimes you didn’t buy anything. Just liked hovering at stalls ambered with fairy lights, writing down Etsy stores on your notes app; just liked Kristen’s impulse to trek forty minutes into the city for a market he didn’t know existed until five minutes before; just liked how he always invited only you, cancelling your other plans last minute, the feeling of being ambushed; just liked how he stopped to take photos of dogs and the sunset; just liked how he looked haloed under lampposts waiting for Ubers, golden on golden.

This is also nearing creative nonfiction because Sheffield truly is a haven for just. vegan markets and cafes lol! I experimented with veganism there and never struggled to find something and at this point I call myself a fake vegan because it's too easy to be vegan in Sheffield and too difficult to be vegan in my actual hometown. And the global street food markets!!! SO GOOD! I miss pre pandemic days

nocturne for the holy ;

Giving her a little shout out because she does exist actually! I've figured out a really good system for working on two novels at a time, so my plan is maybe to start properly on this after I finish either RR or LCOMS. Idk I got 3 novels to pick from haha oops! I did do some free drafting back in April though and found it recently and I Like It! And I edited it so it counts as Something I Did This Month :) Also have decided that I loathe this working title <3 Okay see you with an update for this novel in like a year, sorry for the absolute zero context for this excerpt hehe

The morning I was due back, I hadn’t yet decided that this would be my last visit. I wandered between rooms like an overstayed guest, like I didn’t know which crockery lived in which cabinet and which bedroom had the best view of the overlapped hills. Dad would wake for his run in an hour, plastered to his twenty-year-old routine. Mum would pretend to be asleep until breakfast. Until then, it was myself and the house, hazed by sleepy sunrise. Downstairs. The peeling paisley wallpaper in the lounge, the lilies in the middle of the kitchen table, the vases of candy floss pink peonies wilting on every windowsill, the desolate double swing-set in the garden. The mist-clogged mornings. I stood outside in my dressing-gown until my fingertips felt numb. Upstairs. The sage coloured bathroom. The bathtub I’d laze in with my clothes on and no water because it was the quietest room in the house. The dusty dance trophies on the top of my wardrobe. Wine-flushed Jeanette in my teenage bedroom. The stale grey mum painted my teenage bedroom after I moved out. Minus their room, I stalked the layout of the house three times before settling back into bed - teenage Nora’s bed. Nora who cared for peonies and pushed her brother on the swing set and flung her ceramic ballerina at the wall and jogged with her father and collected wine bottles and acorns and kisses from girls who were supposed to visit for dance practice. Before I left, I’d have cycled each room another three times. And in every room he was there, hovered in the corner like black mould.

love this update bc it's like i've got my third person, my second person, my first person! collecting all the POVs like chaos emeralds :)

eulogy for our burnings ;

-looks away-

girl help I did it AGAIN!!!! Apparently Camp Nano is just the perfect time for me to get novel ideas. I made this post specifically to talk a bit about this because I have no idea when I'll draft it but it's certainly not soon. This is not me trying to doubt my own skill but I feel like I am not in the place I'd like to be as a writer to tackle this project with the zest it needs, however I am v excited by the prospect of it! Don't know how I feel about the working title bc I'm like "that doesn't sound right but I don't know enough about this wip to dispute it" but the only purpose my working titles serve is to sound pretty lol! But here's the tea:

1991, UK.

2nd person present + past. Very flexible form. I can't decipher how yet but I'm feeling interviews, newspaper articles, receipts, grocery store lists weaved with actual narrative, that kinda vibe.

Best summary is we follow our nameless narrator, a stealth trans man, as he becomes unhealthily obsessed with a man who "hires" him to photograph the buildings he burns

Very,,, isolated? Minimal settings, minimal characters, minimal prose etc. Almost claustrophobic

There's basically only two characters and they are probably the most morally deplorable, indefensible characters I've created which just means most of you are gonna LOVE this /lh I do too I do too

Only comp title I can give is it has the vibes/tone of Boy Parts by Eliza Clark (just with none of the nsfw content lol if you've read the book you know what I'm talking about) (also that book is great for morally deplorable women protagonists but omg look up the content warnings because it caught me off guard! enjoyed it tho gave it 4 stars)

The pinterest board is the best visualisation of the Vibes also follow me on pinterest lol

And that's all I've got today! A bigger Life Cycle of Massive Stars update coming in the next few weeks. Might do a proper intro post for Eulogy For Our Burnings but idk!!! It's a surprise :) Thank you for reading this far!

#also i have LOTS to catch up on so if u tagged me in anything im gonna do a big queue of rb's soon!#promise im not ignoring anybody!#just barely functioning <3 #atlastracking #writing update #revelations revelations #life cycle of massive stars #nocturne for the holy #eulogy for our burnings

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numbaoneflaya · 3 years

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Can I get a list of all ur ocs?

Well anon youve done it, you made me make a list of all my major OCS in one place. I hope your happy with yourself. Under the cut for obvious reasons, may link in my blog desc later.

Modern/BTD verse!!

Jilly- Ferret beastkin little creature, was recently turned into a werewolf by vincent as well so she's running around on full moons in a wereferret wolf hybrid creature form. Chaotic and friendly and wants to be everyone's bestie. She has the most energy in the world and is very kind hearted. Banned from most Claires for stealing and from one Home Depot for climbing the shelves. Prone to living life with rose colored glasses on and seeing the best in everything/everything even when there's nothing there. Socialization is a must for her and is why being basemented/kidnapped broke her psych so quickly and developed severe stockholm. Sometimes overly talkative/enthusiastic and can scare people off. Even if she sees someone shes decided shes friends with be noticeably 'evil', will convince herself it must be for some reason/her fault and ignore it.

Ciggy- Undead punk still learning to harness his powers to interact with the world as a ghost. Was sacrificed by a cult he joined for free concert tickets and to get laid. Likes to cause problems on purpose both pre and prior death and he's not above possessing someone once he learns how to. Was called Rooster in high school before he dropped out because he's loud, obnoxious and always screaming. And also has bright red dyed hair. Looking 4 ways to become less ghosty bcs he wants to be able to help raise his infant daughter, whom he died before he could meet. Bit annoying and in your face, likes poking at bruises, his or others. Kind of a sad heart seeking attention through volume and persistence.

Mike: Vampire loser! Sells drugs and lives at raves. Was turned when she was attacked by a coked out vampire (whom she supplied the product to) and has major scarring on her face and chest. Needs a somewhat constant influx of blood so shell sometimes take victims back to her place and chain them up, slowly draining them over time. Feels bad (ish) about it tho so it is possible to survive her if you are nice and or interesting enough. Kind of desperate for a friend and for love. Is a stalker. If she likes you enough/finds you interesting, she might just appear in your house one night and start rummaging through your fridge like nothing is wrong and youve been besties for years. Its best to indulge her and be friendly, otherwise she could turn violent quickly if her feelings are hurt.

Kilaine- Regular human woman, but fucked up. Born and raised by an elite waspy society she had an interest in the human body and pain tolerance since she was young. Quickly learned that these traits were socially unacceptable in most professions, so she became a doctor. The only family she cared about was her younger sister who she lost in a car accident, where they were flipped over and trapped inside while it was afire. While her sister burned up in front of her Kilaine only lost her left arm and had major burns on her body. This tipped her descent into sadism and she is now madly obsessed with bringing her sister back no matter the cost. Rude and offstandish, clinical.

Dragon age verse!

Thurwen- My main Hero of Ferelden with a bad temper and a heart of gold. City elf from the Denerim Alienage, 18 at the start of origins. She's a reaver warrior with a lot of pent up rage which sometimes scares others when she lets it out in battle. Over the years she's grown less moody as she's had to take the role of Commander. Crude sense of humor and violent impulses, very sensitive to the plights of others and tries often to help. Never seen crying in public but only cries to herself at night- major martyr and hanged man complex.

Caz- My circle mage elf inquisitor who was an apostate before the conclave. Blood magic, but make it sneaky. Wary of strangers and new faces, always dealing with the impulse to flee/find a high vantage point. Endless curiosity about the unknown/ the forbidden/ naughty, was supposed to be made tranquil for it but she escaped. Kind of a little creature as well, lived on her own for a while as an apostate in the woods, filed her teeth down to sharp ends to make herself look more intimidating (shes 5 ft tall) and less cute (her elf ears are huge and expressive, which shes embarrassed about)

Dag and Thagna- Carta twins! Professional lyrium smugglers since birth pretty much. Raised casteless in dust town and had to work their way up the chain of command by themselves. Dag is the brother, Thagna the sister. Their father traded them to the carta for drinking money and their mom died in childbirth so they have somewhat of a codependent relationship. Both charismatic and calculating, friendly and agreeable but won't hesitate to put a dagger in your back. Hard to pin down morally or physically, squirrelly bastards.

Reila: Dalish elf who works for the inquisition/ is the inquisitor in some aus. She has an extreme fixation on elvhen history and rebuilding what they have lost. Not a people person, prefers solitude. Takes some time to warm up to shemhlen as she has a hard history with them. Good friends with Caz, who recruited her in the first place. Doesn't understand very many social cues and finds societal expectations limiting and frustrating. Fondness for halla and hooved animals, which she finds graceful.

Elder scrolls verse!

Valkya: Near seven foot nord woman whos over a thousand years old by the events of skyrim. Tall and buff, two handed warrior and compulsive hero there to bask in the spotlight save the day. She was killed at the start of the events of Elder scrolls online and had her soul ripped out and sent to coldharbor and she's just been a pain in the ass about it since then. Her body can physically die and will not regrow pieces. Her soul however will escape and teleport to the nearest source of power where her body will regrow from an aetherial plasm until its whole again. Loud and brash, friendly and jovial. Actually pretty keen especially after centuries of life but prefers to play dumb as it makes people underestimate her. Plus, she really does enjoy mud wrestling and drinking contests and acting generally like a rambunctious frat boy. Ha developed a bit of a substance problem and a problem with acting out, as after being alive so long she would turn to anything to dull the ache inside of her that never goes away.

Espira- My Dragonborn! Redguard from Hammerfell who was briefly in the Ash’abah due to killing undead while protecting her parents water farm as a child. Ran away from them after years and went to Cyrodille, then to Skyrim and was caught crossing the border. Reserved, kind and soft spoken, she's a sword and shield warrior who's committed herself to doing good in the world by helping others. Dislikes killing and anything messy but believes it is often necessary in order to protect the weak. She blacksmiths often to save money on the upkeep of her own equipment, and takes up metal jewelry working as a hobby with the excess material. Prone to trusting others too much and giving too many second chances, as shes always looking for ways to make even the most hardened criminal a second look at life.

Riley- Espiras little brother who she locked in the wardrobe during the event of the water farm attack. In preventing him from doing violence against the undead she kept him from being conscripted into the Ash’abah. He's way more chaotic than his sister, and suffers from a case of little sibling syndrome in which he will often pester/poke at people just to get a rise out of them. Still kind hearted as his sister, he tries to hide it because he believes that the world is a cruel place and the cruel survive. Despite that belief he is often still unable to force himself to be cruel/careless, only making a show of it so that others leave him alone and don't see that he's very sensitive and emotional. Deaf in one ear due to a magic mishap in his youth, he trained and enchanted his most beloved rats to live for years and sit on his shoulder, alerting him to noises he would not otherwise notice.

Felria: Evil vamp :/ chaotic evil dunmer necromancer. Small and devilish and likes dead bodies too much. Manipulative and cunning, she loves acting. She's a trained assassin for the dark brotherhood and is the speaker. Likes dressing up for missions and wearing disguises like its all a play. Loves toying with people more than she loves killing them, will act in ways that cause as much trauma as possible for other people just for fun and she finds the reactions interesting. Considers herself too far removed from most people's perception of morality and of her so it's hard for her to trust someone or see them as worthy of knowing her. Finds the psychology of grief and fear to be interesting and wants to study them first hand. The hero of kvatch.

Herren: Fifty something year old rat woman looking for something to keep her going. Ran away from her wealthy family in her youth when they wanted her to take charge of the household, instead became an infamous jewel thief and swashbuckler. Spent most of her life traveling and stealing and double dealing. She's smarmy and sarcastic, a serial romancer of the highest caliber. Bit of a show off and a hedonist, always looking for the next good party or new product to snort. Her family died off due to the hard times she wasn't there for and she keeps looking for bigger and bigger heists to fill her appetite as she's chronically bored and lonely, though wont accept intimacy and will scoff at it out of the belief she doesn't deserve it. Irresponsible and selfish, lonely and terrified of any sort of commitment. Fun to party with though!

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the-fandom-fuckup · 3 years

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A bit more for that modern fantasy au I teased a bit ago

Character designs n stuff are slightly based off the official halloween n fantasy ending arts, plus whatever else I wanted to do, so Kiri is a dragon shifter here, Baku is a werewolf, n Ochako is a witch.

There'll probably be a hint of a/b/o dynamics here for weres n shifters, n the idea of alpha!Kiri n alpha!Baku has stuck to me like glue, so that's a thing here also

There's no real plot for this, just these three being dumb n pining, and everyone around them rolling their eyes n dealing with it lmao

I've thought about jobs n first meetings tho, n came up with this. Kiri's a firefighter (along with Tetsu, who is also a dragon shifter, bc I love him and their bro-bond), bc big fire resistent boy running into fires to help people just makes sense. Also I really like the thought of him in the uniform

Ochako works as a self defense instructor with Gunhead at a small gym in town, probably helping people with magic items n stuff on the side for extra cash or smth, I dunno. She might wanna move into a more magically dominant field one day, but she likes the environment of the gym n the regulars that come in n chat between classes. She's also very good at what she does n has put many assholes in their place after they've scoffed at "the cute little girl you have here".

Baku is a "park ranger", n I use quotations bc that's the only title he could really give himself to have any authority over the land he owns. He gives himself more leeway than what some laws may grant, tho tbh if you're coming into his territory with intent to harm those in it, you're lucky to walk away at all just sayin'

He runs an escape park of sorts for weres n shifters to run around during full moons and other times they need to shed their human skin, personally owned so he can avoid all the bullshit regulations n "safety procedures" found in bigger places that try offering the same thing, but ultimately make the shifting process shittier than it needs to be. And words gets around so it gets super popular super fast, n people of all ages come by

Tbh the thought of a teeny tiny wolf, like 10y/o at most running around Baku n trying to get him to play, nipping at his ankles n calling him the pack alpha is really what settled the debate on whether he should be an alpha or omega. And the added image of Baku rolling his eyes n putting on his toughass act but not really minding it as he gets them moving with a tap on the ass, muttering "Fuckin told ya squirt, I'm not your pack alpha. Now find someone else's ankles to bite at, I'm busy", makes me feel really nice

For some first meetings, tbh Kiribaku probably happens first, n they meet when Kiri n Tetsu accidentally trespass on Baku's territory bc they're new to the area n found a big ass lake to soak in during a flight over town, like dude!! Fuck yea that could fit both of us easy, man I haven't soaked in my big form in forever lets go!

And ofc if the giant shadows overhead hadn't tipped him off the security sensors would've so Baku's like who in the FUCK!! N storms off to confront them bc you don't just come on his land like that. That's how people get fucking hurt you dumb assholes 😤😤

N Kiri n Tetsu are mostly just minding their own business, settling down into the lake like aw yea that's the shit, almost passing out bc they'd just had a long day n the water was so cool n the fish eatting the dead skin n shit off their scales was so relaxing. They don't even realise they'd drifted into a light doze when they hear furious snarling n harsh sniffing coming their way, n barely have enough time to get up before Baku comes tearing shit through the trees

And like. Kiri n Tetsu know that they're big boys. Their full sized dragon forms are huge n there's not much out there that scares them, but nobody likes coming face to face with a snarling werewolf, standing in their territory without any warning that you maybe shouldn't be there

Despite the hostile intro, it doesn't take much for the misunderatanding to be cleared up. There's a lot of apologies from Kiri n Tetsu n a lot of irritated snorts from Baku, but they get straightened out. Baku tells them what kinda show he's running n Kiri inatantly get sparkly eyes like dude!! You do that all by yourself?! That's so manly bro you gotta let us help with that

Baku snorts like you don't have to make empty offers if you wanna use the grounds, I don't refuse people unless they pose an actual threat to the others. You guys aren't dangerous, just stupid. N Kiri goes hey rude, but also it's gotta be a lot dealing with all that on your own. We can at least watch out from above, keep an eye on shit or whatever bc face it man, you may be great but even you can't be in multiple places at once.

And the only reason Baku ends up agreeing is bc they pester him about it until he's well past irritated, n he's figured out the only way to shut them up was concede. They can't be there fulltime anyway consudering their professions, but they're sure to help when they can

Kirichako meet at the gym. Kiri's buying a membership or smth bc you gotta keep the stength up bro! Can't be slacking when you're the difference between someone living n someong dying y'know? Ochako's either in a class or dealing with some hothead, her furrowed brows n puffed cheeks distracting Kiri n reminding him of a chipmunk before bud says smth he can't hear but has Ochako seeing red. It doesn't take long for him to end up on his ass n Kiri's just stuck watching, jaw dropped n heart eyes as Ochako tells the guy he can either fix his attitude or find somewhere else to go

Kiri turns to Tetsu like dude holy shit did you see that?? N Tetsu's like yea bro everyone saw it, n Ochako comes up to them like sorry about that. We have a no harassment policy here that some people overstep, n it sucks that we get people coming in that need it enforced but unfortunately it's pretty common.

Then, bc she's still a bit sour, she looks them both dead in the eyes with a fire raging behind hers like if that's not smth you think you can handle then you might as well save us all the hassle n leave now. N they're both like no way that was great, totally understandable, just tell us where to sign

And while she came off as kinda aggressive during their initial meet, Kiri's quick to find she has just as much sweetness to match her bite. He watches her between sets sometimes n sees how kind n gentle she can be with the younger classes that come in, how she doesn't single out people who struggle n instead moves to help n provide tips without making a huge deal of it

She's also one of the first people to come running when someone gets hurt, he finds out. He'd admittedly been more focused on her sparring with Gunhead than he'd been on the super heavy equipment he was using for his reps, n managed to look over at the perfect time to get flustered n drop it directly on his foot. The resounding crack was loud enough to catch quite a bit of attention, tho he knows the equipment is more likely to be damaged than his foot

Ochako doesn't even hesitate to run over n levitate him to take the pressure off of his not broken foot, going "oh my god are you okay?? Someone clear that bench please, he needs to get off his feet now!" N Kiri does appreciate the concern, as embarassing as it may be, n tries to tell her it's really not a big deal, thanks for the help but honestly--

N she rounds on him like say that one more time n you'll be dealing with a broken nose instead, now sit your ass down n let me handle this!! Kiri can't even reply with anything other than a quiet okay😳😳 bc he's always thought her determination was super admirable, but being this close n seeing it burn in her eyes so intensely is taking it to a whole new level n he has no clue how to handle it

Kacchako meeting is kind of a hybrid mix of the other two combined lmao. Baku owns a pack house where he lives with Deku, then later with Kiri, Tetsu, Mina, Kami, n Sero, but he's so busy with the park that he's hardly ever home. N since Ochako's kinda embarassed about her tiny ass appartment, they usually hang out at the pack house to talk over magic studies or gossip over whatever's happened recently. At this point Baku n Ochako have heard of each other but never been around at the same time

Which causes a problem one day while Ochako's in the kitchen making tea when Baku comes home. He'd had a stressful day warding off poachers or smth, n his rut's just a few days away now, so when he opens the door n is greeted with a slightly unfamiliar scent it sends him into a daze, where he stalks to the kitchen before he even knows that he's moving

Ochako knows tho, can hear the low growls and deliberately quiet steps creeping behind her, setting her on edge bc ohhhh my god, someone just broke into Deku's place holy shit!! And when it gets close enough to barely feel hot breath on the back of her neck she's flinging herself into action, all muscle memory as she gets a few quick jabs into Baku's gut. It knocks the question outta his lungs, getting out a choked "who the--" before her magic kicks in and she's picking him up n slamming him down with his weight returned for maximum momentum, body slamming the following "fUCK!!" out as well before she placed her weight on him to keep him down. She gets right in his face demanding "who are you?! How did you get in here?!"

And when he can breathe again Baku snaps back like "who tf am I?!? I live here!! Who tf are you?!?!" And like, she's still in fight mode so she's looking him over like hmm, so this is Bakugou. Then she realises wtf she's doing n goes oh my god it's Bakugou!! N she's jumping off him and apologising so fast that she's barely saying words, trying to take his hands n help him back up but getting swatted away bc you've done enough touching don't you think??

And yea, Baku's kinda pissed. Being attacked in your own house does that to anyone, let alone a pre-rut alpha. But also, he's kinda impressed, bc he can count on one hand the amount of people who've gotten the drop on him like that, but he'd rather die than admit it out loud. So he just huffs at her with a final "try that shit again n I'll kill you", n stalks off to his room, having more important things to worry about right then than who's fucking around in his kitchen

((His rut decides to be completely unhelpful that time around, his alpha brain locking in on the faint perfume she'd left on his shirt while tossing him around and how perfectly it mixed with his own scent, as well as the shirt he nabbed from Kiri's laundry basket the night before. He rubs the scents of these strong potential mates all over his den, knots his rut aid with his face plastered to the shirts then uses it to scent the shirts even more, drunk off of how well their scents all mix together. He's rightfully embarassed during the end when he can start thinking properly again n throws both shirts to the back of his closet to be forgotten about--as much as his alpha fights him on it--n moves on to his business like normal.

Tho if he tries to be home more often when he knows Ochako's coming around, n spends more time in Kiri's space, nobody's mean enough to comment on it. At least, not at first.))

Man I have many feelings about this, but I'll leave it here for now bc I could go on forever

#BnHA #Kirikacchako #Bakugou Katsuki #Kirishima Eijirou #Uraraka Ochako #Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu #modern fantasy au #I have a lot of feelings about this like wow #this is barely scratching the surface n it's so fucking long #a/b/o dynamics #at least a little bit

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thisgirlsays22 · 3 years

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QuaranTeen Wolf Viewing: S1 EP8 Part 1

Stiles gets Scott drunk to help soothe his pain over the break up with Allison. Stiles’s voice cracks adorably while he is wasted, it is precious.

This is all very cute, but it seems like another drawback of being a werewolf is that either you can’t get drunk or it’s a lot harder to get drunk. Scott soberly broods.

Stiles talks about Lydia and also about being alone, BUT THEN BULLIES ARRIVE ON THE SCENE!

Harsh. But I like that this continues the theme of dangerous human villains being marked by their hats. Recall that the rando who beat Scott up (when he believed Scott had keyed his car) was wearing a flat cap.

The bullies steal the booze! But then Scott flashes his were eyes, gets the bottle back...and then throws it against a tree. We scene jump to Scott and Stiles heading to their car, so I guess the confrontation ended peacefully after the alcohol was destroyed.

But wait a minute. We return to the bullies who are still roaming the woods, looking for other victims to bully! When the Alpha shows up and straight up throws one of them into a fire!! And murders the other one offscreen I think??

If anyone dares to try to pin this on Derek too so help me god...

Scott wakes up later in the week. His radio tells us that school has been closed for two days and that the police are looking for Derek.

Scott’s mom comes in and continues to be very likable and offer support to her sad son. Scott rebuffs her.

Scott :(

Chris & Kate Argent drive Allison to school. Chris is being overprotective and basically not letting Allison out of the car until Kate intervenes.

I have to say I’m impressed by the way Kate and Chris are being portrayed as characters. I’m so so wary of both of them but then also the fam interactions can be really fun. The writing here feels a bit more organic than with some of the other threads going on. Like hey these people are horrifying menaces to our main characters but also they are a family with real desires and cares in this world. Yay for some nuance!

Kate tries to say something to Chris and he babbles defensively about how Kate was right, they should have acted sooner, he put Allison in danger. Kate’s like, “I was just gonna say u need gas.”

Argent comedy hour over here.

Allison and Lydia chat and let the audience know that no one knows they were the ones at the school the other night. Allison is concerned she made the wrong choice breaking up with Scott, but Lydia points out that he locked them in a classroom and left them for dead. “He’s lucky we’re not pressing charges or making him pay for our therapy bill.” LOL.

Sheriff is also at the school, and Stiles asks him if they’ve found Derek yet. He warns his father to be extra careful (bc of the full moon), and his father assures him that he’s brought in the big guns in the form of a state detective.

Well, I for one feel safer already.

Scott/Stiles/Allison all take a test. Scott can’t concentrate bc of his Allison angst + werewolf senses going into overdrive (presumably intensified as the full moon approaches. Good detail!)

Scott flees the classroom. Stiles goes after him immediately, test be damned! That is friendship, y’all.

He finds Scott in the boy’s locker room (the favorite set location by far) having a sexy breakdown. I’m not complaining that we have had a lot of shirtless Scott this ep, but it feels bittersweet given the circumstances.

Scott tells Stiles he can’t breathe, so Stiles roots around in Scott’s backpack for his inhaler. I find it charming / a really good detail that Scott is still carrying his inhaler. He’s not fully confident about his new powers and not fully accepting of the changes IN HIS LIFE AND BODY. And I love that Stiles knows exactly where the inhaler is. And that Stiles is like ‘hey actually you’re having a panic attack, but I distracted you by making you think it was an asthma attack!’ and he talks about how he had panic attacks after his mom died. My heart.

Stiles suggests that the heightened senses / reactions / panic attack are because of the full moon. Scott says that they need to do more during the full moon than just lock him in his room because if they don’t he might kill someone!

In the next scene, there is some sort of big hunter meeting going on AND STATE DETECTIVE IS THERE!!!

They talk about whether or not Allison will be a target and how they have to protect lives during the full moon.

Chris explains, “An Alpha is like any other werewolf on a full moon. It struggles under its sway, which means tonight is our best chance to catch it—when it’s unfocused.”

They discuss that it’s unlikely Derek will show up tonight. Allison’s mom enters the room with cookies and says they should cut Derek in half if they see him. She then offers cookies. EEEK!

Jackson finds Allison eating lunch and...wipes food off her lips and then eats the food...I know he’s trying to be sexy, but yuck! Instead of fleeing in horror, Allison thanks him.

Jackson’s neck continues to bother him. In my haste to worry about Scott, I forgot to worry about how Jackson would be handling the full moon.

Scott is eavesdropping outside the cafeteria as Jackson tells Allison she did the right thing dumping Scott/that he got what he deserved. Scott cracks a wall with his head!?!?!

We then switch to a comedic scene in the locker room (again, the fav set piece) where, thanks to a pink eye outbreak, there are some new folks on first line. Stiles is overjoyed to find he is one of the lucky guys!

Scott is made co captain with Jackson, much to Jackson’s chagrin.

Danny, the voice of reason, tells Jackson that it doesn’t matter who the captain of the team is. He tells Jackson to get a grip. Danny is great, can we get more of him??

Stiles and Scott discuss this dramatic turn of events, and Scott reveals he can smell jealousy. Stiles is like CAN YOU ALSO SMELL DESIRE? The answers to these questions are crucial because they could potentially form the basis to an enormous number of fics.

Stiles asks Scott to go talk to Lydia about him and see if he can smell desire from her.

In a strange turn of events, Scott takes Lydia into a private classroom and asks if Allison is still into him. Lydia says that Allison will always like him as a friend, but that Lydia knows Allison made a huge mistake. Scott was protecting them, and Lydia is into that...so she starts making out with Scott?? This has to be connected to the way Jackson has been acting with Allison, right?? Or can Lydia smell that new Lacrosse Captain smell on Scott?? Is she somehow also being affected by the full moon?

Scott makes this face at Lydia:

#teen wolf #Scott McCall #derek hale #quaranteen wolf #recaps #baby's first teen wolf #stiles stilinski

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giranswife · 6 years

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A Taste of Power

Summary: The beginning of a ruthless, angry werewolf. She’s done holding herself back and being the victim. It’s now her turn to fight, and she doesn’t like to play nice.

W: self-insert, angst, violence, bullying, alcohol mention

(( Note: ALRIGHT SO, this is my villain’s origin story. It’s very heavy, which is why I have so many warnings. Please, be careful to read those above before you check this out. It gets very heavy and has themes that might make people uncomfortable. This is also my villain insert, so just keep that in mind. A lot of her stories will be dark, obviously. Just want to warn you guys enough, but I went really heavy on the writing bc I was enjoying writing this a lot. ))

There was always a beast inside of me.

It’s ravenous and blood thirsty, hidden away in the depths of my insides.

A dormant monster just waiting for the perfect moment to awaken.

I felt it getting stronger every night, but mostly during a bright full moon. The changing didn’t begin until I hit puberty. Right at the pinnacle of my hormonal changes and growth, the perfect time to unleash my inner rage. Like a covered cauldron, boiling close to its breaking point. Being that young with a power that you don’t even understand yet… it’s a disaster waiting to happen.

For a long time, I didn’t believe that I had a quirk. Not a strong one anyway. From the day I was born I was just the wolf girl with ears and a tail. I may have had parts of a wolf and acted like a wolf since birth, but I had no other signs of having anything else special about me. No powers other than a keen sense of smell and hearing. And any other tendencies that a wolf might have.

Most of the things that I dealt with was name calling and attempts at grabbing my ears and tail all the damn time. It was humorous to mock me, because I was nothing special than a dog. A dirty, rotten, grumpy dog that no one ever wanted to be around. Not even my own parents wanted me. The only family I had ever known was my uncle, and he was never around either.

Too busy conning people out of their money on busy streets, pickpocketing and other shit that I could only imagine. When he came home, the last thing he wanted to do was pay attention to me. Not that I’d want him anywhere near me. He’s always too rough and too loud. He grips my ears so roughly and yanks them when I’m disobedient.

If he doesn’t respect me, then why should anyone else?

“You couldn’t have been born with some god damn wings or fire powers? Maybe then we’d have a nicer place and more opportunities.”

“Don’t think you’re getting dinner tonight, sweet pea. I don’t have enough money to feed your god damn animal stomach. Go fetch a rabbit or somethin’. Make yourself fucking useful for a change.”

“Get back inside. None of those kids want to play with a goddamn animal. Especially not a smelly one like you.”

I was tired of crying. Tired of listening to all of the nasty things that everyone had to say about me. The weight of everything began to pile onto my shoulders, until it was difficult to breathe. Even as an innocent child I learned right away that I couldn’t rely on anyone but myself. The bubbling inside me began to grow and grow, until there was a fire in my veins that I had never felt before.

It was like something had snapped inside of me. The inner monster inside me was rattling its cage, and it knew that I was on the brink. Feeding off of my unstable emotions, taking advantage of the weakest parts of myself.

The final straw for me was when a couple of kids in the class above me decided to pick on me one final time. Grabbing my tail and yanking it so hard that I tumbled backwards and dropped my books. The puddle that I fell into was murky, and mud decorated my uniform completely soaking me from head to toe.

The tallest boy, I remember his name being Futoshi. Had some kind of plant quirk and would always use it for ridiculous things. Mainly just to be an obnoxious boy and sometimes a perv. And yet he would always mock me for being a useless, wolf girl. Sometimes teased me for being cute in a gross way that made me uncomfortable.

“I thought you liked that, Wolf-Girl.”

“My name’s Ashley, you dimwit.”

“Ouch. Nice insults, fluffy. Where’d you learn them, the back of a cereal box?”

I narrowed my eyes and tried to stand up, only to slip back into the puddle.

The bubbling in my veins was beginning, but I never could have predicted that it was anything else than just a thing. I was never told any different. But how could I prepare for something like this?

The rest of the kids laughed at me, but at this point I was extremely numb to it. All I wanted was to get up and walk home at this point. There was no use going to school if I couldn’t even make it in the door.

It never made sense to me why they would mock me. I get that kids are assholes, but… there were plenty of students with weird quirks. Each and every one of them were different and that was what was so cool about having a quirk. It was the quirkless that were usually mocked, depending on who they were.

It must have just been me. I must have been an easy target.

“I think we should probably teach you some manners. A dog should be well trained.”

“I’m a wolf. Not a fucking dog.”

Finally, I was able to stand up, throwing my books down once I realized they were too soaked. My jaw clenched with anger, and I felt my fingernails digging into my skin. I wasn’t upset or on the brink of tears anymore. I was fucking pissed. Angry and tired of fighting against the current of my emotions.

I was done letting them walk all over me. I was finished being the victim. They were going to know what it felt like to be me for a change.

They laughed at my power stance, Futoshi using his quirk to grab at my ankles with vines that popped up from the ground. When I didn’t jolt or act surprised, he just found it amusing. It’s almost funny looking back on this now, because I’d never believe for a second that he would be a hero today.

“Let’s teach you some tricks, doggy. Now, why don’t you sit!”

The second that he whipped his vines forward, I felt something deep within me break. The cages erupted and the beast was finally released. It was a slow process from the inside out, but to them on the outside it was merely a few seconds at best.

My fangs were exposed through my clenched jaw, a loud growl sounding from deep within my chest. The color of my eyes began to shift to a violent red, the intensity growing with the anger pulsing through my veins. The kids surrounding me slowly started to become a little scared, and that was only the beginning.

“I said… I’m not a fucking dog!”

My voice was almost a demonic growl, another loud sound escaping from my throat. The first things to change were my feet, fur beginning to grow from my body and long claws lengthening from them. Slowly, the rest of my body began to take shape, growing massively in size. It wasn’t necessarily a pleasant experience, but I was too angry to feel much of it.

The beast within me had finally been exposed. It was finally free from the bindings, and the rumbling that I felt when I howled was chilling. It is a part of me, but sometimes I forget that it can take over. When I let myself become this angry and impulsive, I have little to no control over what it does.

That is why I still can’t really remember exactly what happened that day.

The minute that I shifted, it was almost like I had blacked out. I didn’t wake up again until I was in a hospital bed, hooked up to monitors with a wound in my side. That was the first time that I saw myself for what I truly was. A caged monster, or a girl that was being held hostage by a monster. But I refused to believe that I wasn’t in control.

Futoshi and his gang were badly injured, but they were fine. They were able to restrain me long enough to get them to safety, but they weren’t there soon enough. I knew that I was going to be in a lot of trouble, but I didn’t even care. When one of the pro-heroes came to talk to me to discuss what happened and give me a lecture on the importance of controlling my quirk, I couldn’t care less.

This wasn’t the first time I had felt this way to authority before, but I was done listening. I was done being lectured when I was just protecting myself. I was also amazed by my own power that I didn’t even know that I had. All my life I thought that I was just somewhat special with my looks, and all along I was a werewolf.

There was a new power that I had just discovered, and it was strong. That didn’t even scare me like it would to anyone else. In fact, it was an awakening for me. A discovery that I intended to use to my advantage. I wasn’t going to be the underdog anymore. I was going to keep the promise that I gave to myself before.

Now, I just had a better reason to do so.

Starting with the one person that made me feel small. When they should have made me feel strong and loved.

That night I came home to my uncle sitting his happy ass down in front of the TV again. Not even an ounce of worry for me or where I had been all damn day. I wasn’t surprised, and this just sealed his fate in my eyes.

I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to do this again, but it would be a great test run. Now that I felt my power coursing through my veins, I felt like I had finally found my purpose. Finally found something that I could use to my advantage. A way for me to not only get my revenge, but escape this terrible hell that I was born into.

Stepping in front of the television, I tilted my head and stared down at the filthy man in front of me. I could tell he hadn’t moved all day, especially from all the beer cans littering his feet. He was totally useless, and he had the gall to mock me. What a waste of breath.

“Get out of the way.”

“You even going to ask what happened to me today?”

He didn’t answer. Not that I expected any less from him.

“I’ve been in the hospital. My teacher supposedly called you. Don’t worry, one of the heroes gave me a ride home.”

“Okay, whatever. Just move.”

“No.”

I felt the familiar clench of my jaw, and the sound that escaped next wasn’t a sound that I expected to make.

Seeing him glance at me, his body starting to stiffen a bit was the best part of my entire day. My eyes were glowing red once again, and I took a small step forward. Even though I was still fairly small compared to him and wasn’t really a threat, this time I was no longer scared of upsetting him.

“Go on, girl. Go to bed and… get out of my sight,” Uncle mumbled.

“I said… no…”

“I’m not gonna tell you again--”

“You’re not the boss of me anymore. I’m not going to let you bully me ever again. You or anybody else!”

This was when he started to stand up from his seat, getting a little scared but also pissed. It was just the look I wanted to see from him.

“I’m getting real tired of your shit! You little brat!”

He went to grab me, but I ducked just in time. It was like my movements had gotten a bit more precise, but it was mainly just my hearing and senses. Plus, with him being drunk it was a lot easier to predict his movements. Which also makes him an easier target.

“That was a mistake,” I growled, more inhuman this time.

“You are the child! I am the adult! You do what I say!”

“Not anymore. You think just because you’re an adult you get to treat me this way. You and everyone else think that you have some kind of power over me. But not anymore. I make the rules. I decide who lives and who dies.”

That was when I felt my anger reach another breaking point. But this time, I promised to be awake for this. My body slowly shifted one at a time once again, and I could see the fear cross my uncle’s face. It was sweet and humorous. I’d never seen a man become so terrified, and I was almost beginning to pity him.

Almost.

“What the fuck!”

The growl that escaped my mouth next was pure animal. I’d never felt more alive in that moment in my entire life. I never felt more in control of my own destiny. No longer was I going to be the victim. I refused to let anyone walk all over me again.

There wouldn’t be any more tears or heartbreak. No more unwanted attention or fear. Instead, I would be the thing that everyone else fears. It will be my turn.

I had tasted power for the first time, and I was hungry for more.

#my writing #ash origin #angst #violence #alcohol mention #bullying #( prob should add an abuse warning cb theres some verbal abuse as well )

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dndbabes · 6 years

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The Circle of The Moon

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Tobi does the recap.

Tobi unties Naivara when she’s not a werewolf anymore. Roscoe finds out about the whole Werewolf Situation. Tobi is rude to Kuori and we continue travelling. Roscoe, and no one else, swears he hears a voice whispering his name on the wind.

Naivara is tied to a tree for the night. Tobi tries to move the Immovable Rod (holding her neck to the tree) off her- but he’s grappled by Kuori and stunned by Roscoe and yelled at.

Ash catches Roscoe with his fishing rod. (Those were my notes. That’s all that’s there.) We untie Naivara come morning and she plays with Lucky. We’re getting pretty close to the Everwood Spine.

Tobi gettin real angry at camp, at Kuori. He knocks down a tree in anger.. then him and Kuori have a heart to heart. Kuori is concerned that Ironfang is doing the same thing to Tobi that it did to him, and he doesn’t want to see Tobi go down that path. At his request, Tobi lays Ironfang out of his own reach for the evening.

During Tobi’s rest, he dreams and remembers the night that Kuori left the group, the events dramatized. The bonfires fade and things get dark, he’s on a pillar of stone in a dark cave. He hears a rumbling before he sees a green glow emanate before him and he sees a behemoth made of stone, with green crystals protruing from him. Ogrémach.

He’s just looking down at Tobi. Tobi tells him he’s going to kick his ass. Ogrémach replies with “Anger”. Then he says “Destroy”. Tobi replies that the only thing he will be destroying is Ogrémach.

Ogrémach tells him “Prophet.” Tobi tells him that the only being he serves is Tyr. Then the tower crumbles, and Tobi falls into blackness and he awakens.

Tobi and Kuori have good good RP and a good chat. Tobi pats Naivara’s back until she’s not a werewolf anymore. Come travelling, Naivara asks Snowball is she can sleep on his back. He allows her to.

It’s about midday when we start to see more flowers, and animals being undisturbed by us being there. Roscoe picks up a rabbit and asks if we can have it for dinner. It turns into a person. Tobi wakes Naivara up.

We start seeimg more humans, wood elves, half-elves and a few gnomes. We even see a scattered few goliaths, halflings and orcs. But it’s mostly humans and wood elves. Roscoe tries to feed alcohol to a fox, who turns out to be a child.

We head to the home of Naivara’s mentor (and dad away from dad), Damascus. He’s with some younger druids, who appear to be blossoming seed pods. Damascus is a bald human, kinda shortish, thick eyebrows and around 80 or so. He dismisses the group of druids of Naivara approaches him.

We notice a small owl perched on his house and before Naivara can tell him herself, Roscoe yells out “BY THE WAY SHE’S A WEREWOLF NOW.” Thanks, Roscoe. We are all invited into his home for tea, except Roscoe pours whiskey in his.

Damascus is allergic to Ash.

Naivara asks if there’s a way he knows of to control lycanthropy, without going evil and doing the murders. BUT BEFORE THAT. Shenanigans.

The owl perches in the corner and we find out her name is Ginger. Roscoe implies that Damascus screws his owl. Naivara turns Roscoe into a tortoise to shut him up. Roscoe is kicked out by Tobi, because he’s Still Ridiculous.

Roscoe the tortoise has a good time. The rest of us enjoy the peace and quiet. The lythari is an ol- nope. Nope we’re laughing too much at Ryan’s stupid impression of Tortoise Roscoe and him saying what Roscoe is doing. We had to take a five minute break from the table bc we’re all gone. Jesse couldn’t sit at the table until Aidan was almost done with his story bc they couldn’t look at him without laughing.

ANYWAYS.

The lythari is an old elven legend. Not many know it, but Damascus is old enough to have heard many things. The story begins when the gods roamed the earth, Sylvanus was a great protector who kept things safe for the elves. Over the years, she gained followers who were blessed to change their form. She would have a pack of followers who could become wolves, and aid her in protecting the forests.

He doesn’t know if it holds any truth, but it’s food for thought. He might know of something, however. Some circles actually embrace lycanthropy. The circle he speaks of aren’t stationary, but he knows how they achieve it. But there’s a high price: they can lose themselves, and end up becoming a wolf for good. But through this, some can learn to control it.

There’s a special wolfsbane concoction and Damascus has the ability to do the ritual. Naivara can also make a potion to suppress it with wolfsbane. We leave his home and decide to buy stuff instead of looking for Roscoe.

Tobi goes on a quiet walk with Naivara. Roscoe is flipped on his back under a tree. Ash flips him right side up and then climbs up the tree with him. Roscoe goes down the branch and eats a few leaves. Then he is put on the ground, and starts heading towards a nearby pond where he finds an older female tortoise.

He moves on. Meanwhile, on the walk, Snowball lets children braid flowers into his fur. There’s a teenage boy too shy to talk to some girls.

There’s a female druid making a new home, who Naivara hugs from behind. Her name is Laurel. Naivara introduces Tobi to her. She’s an elf with dark green hair, flowers interwoven into it. She gives Tobi one of her hair flowers.

Naivara and Tobi go to get the rest of the party. Roscoe gets tossed into the turtle pond, and turns back into Roscoe. The one who tossed him was a squirrel, but we find out he’s Hagren, the village weirdo. We go off to meet more druid elders.

#dungeonsanddaddies #dnd blogging #dnd shenanigans #dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e

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rememberstilinski · 7 years

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The Power of Love - Friendship || Stiles Stilinski (Part Three)

word count: 6,926

warnings: none

author’s note: part three is finally here! part three will be split into two parts bc it would be too long if i put them both together. part three is season 3A of teen wolf while part four is 3B. i hope you guys enjoy this and that i didn’t let any of you down with this! if you want to be tagged in the rest of the series let me know! also shoutout to my love, @were-cheetah-stiles for being a doll and helping me decide on a gif, lmao!

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“My god!” Y/N squealed as her arms wrapped around her best friend and they swayed side to side. “You have no idea how much I've missed you, Allison!” Allison giggled and Lydia joined in on their hug.

“Look at us, all back together.” Lydia smiled as the girls stayed in their group hug, Allison in the middle.

It had been four months since Lydia and Y/N had seen Allison. After the death of her mother and the betrayal of Gerard, Mr. Argent and Allison needed some time away from Beacon Hills and they spent the whole summer in Paris. Of course the girls skyped, texted, and called each other everyday, but it wasn't the same as spending the summer together. It was the last night of summer and Allison had come back in town a couple days ago, but her and her father had to get settled in their new apartment before there was any visits from anyone.

“Okay, okay. Allison's getting squished.” Allison chuckled, the girls pulled from their hug.

Y/N grinned as her two friends shared their own hug. “We’re so happy to have you back, Alli.”

“Yep! And you owe us many shopping trips.” Lydia added as they pulled away from each other. The girls stood in the parking lot of Allison’s apartment building by Lydia's car.

Allison shrugged. “I'm not opposed to that.” The three girls giggled and got in the car to go where Lydia had already made plans for them, but she hadn't told either of them. She said it was supposed to be a surprise.

Y/N got in the back middle seat, Allison and Lydia sitting up front. “So, where are we going?”

“Well, I met this guy and he was really nice.” Lydia said as she started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, taking off down the street. “He asked if I had plans tonight and I said I did, so he invited some friends so us three could still spend the night together.”

“So it's a triple date?” Allison asked, her brown hair half up half down. That was pretty much the only thing about Allison that had changed this summer, her hair. Guess she just needed something new in her life.

“It's not a triple date, it's a group thing.” Lydia took her eyes off the road, looking at Allison before putting them back on the dark road in front of her.

“Do they know it's a group thing? ‘Cause I told you I'm not ready to dy back out there.” Allison said.

Lydia looked surprise, Y/N saw it in the mirror. “You're were in France and didn't do any dating for four months?” Y/N asked, her eyebrow raised.

“No.” Allison looked back and then to Lydia. “Did you, Lyds? I mean after…”

The strawberry blonde shook her head, cutting off the Argent girl. “Do not, say his name.”

“Is he okay? I mean, did everything work out?”

Y/N chuckled. “The doctors looked like total idiots when he showed up alive.”

“But everyone got over it.” Lydia added. “And yes, Derek taught him the Werewolf 101, like how not to randomly kill people during a full moon.”

“So then you've talked to him?”

Lydia shook her head slowly, looking to Allison briefly. “Uh, not since he left for London.”

“Does anyone else see how funny it is that there's an American werewolf in London? I mean, come on. Like that's not going to be a disaster.” Y/N chuckled. Allison smiled and shook her head, continuing the conversation.

“So you're totally over him?” Allison questioned. Her arm was against the window, her head resting on her hand as she looked at Lydia.

“Would I be going on a triple date if I wasn't?” Lydia snapped, but she wasn't mad. Allison and Y/N both laughed as their friend caught herself give up the truth.

Allison finished laughing before turning to look at Y/N. “And what about you?”

“What about me?” Y/N looked at her nails.

“You and Stiles. What happened with you two this summer?”

Y/N looked from her white nail polish, quirking an eyebrow at Allison. “Why would anything happen with Stiles and I?”

“I saw how close you were that night in the warehouse.” She said like it was the most obvious thing.

“That doesn't mean that we have anything.” Y/N told her. Allison gestured for her to continue. “Fine, we talked like twice this summer. It wasn't anything important, nor worth repeating.” Y/N smirked at her friend because Allison knew that she wasn't getting any more than what Y/N had just told her. Allison rolled her eyes playfully and turned back around in her seat.

“That's what she says now.” Lydia mumbled and stopped at a red light. Allison heard her and started laughing, her smile bright and genuine. It'd been awhile since she was this happy.

Y/N frowned, leaning forward and in between her best friends. “What? Why are you guys laughing?” She asked. A blue vehicle pulling up caught her attention as she looked at Lydia. She saw it was a blue jeep. Not just any blue jeep, but Stiles’ blue jeep. Roscoe, she remembers him telling her one of the times they talked over the summer. Their conversation having been about the repairs he needed on the jeep after running through a wall that night at the warehouse. Her eyes met with Stiles’ whiskey ones. She was surprised to see the buzzcut he wore all of sophomore year was now longer brown locks of hair. She thought it made him look more mature. He looked… attractive. Well, more than he usually did.

Allison had finally realized that Scott was in the vehicle next to her and she began to freak out. She sunk back into her seat and begged Lydia to start driving, even though it was a red light. When Stiles saw her, he smiled and waved at her. He leaned over Scott and it looked like he was going to roll down the window, but before he could the girls drove off.

“You alright?” Y/N asked, leaning back in her seat. Allison nodded and briefly looked back at the jeep. Y/N could see the wheels turning her head and she knew that she was thinking about going back, maybe talking to Scott. After all, it had been four whole months.

“Lydia, stop. We need to go back and talk to them.” Lydia did as she was told and stopped the car in the middle of the road. Y/N looked back and wondered why Stiles’ jeep was stopped.

“They stopped, too. Why would they stop?” Y/N asked before Lydia gave her a pretty good answer.

“It's Scott and Stiles. Do you really wanna try applying logic to those two?”

A deer began to run towards the car, but neither of the girls had noticed until it crashed through the windshield, antlers first. A series of screams erupted from all of them and they hurried out of the car, trying to get as far away from it as possible. Shaken up, Y/N was terrified when she felt a hand touch her lower back. She gasped and turned to see it was just Stiles.

“Are you hurt?” He looked over her, making sure she was okay as Scott asked Allison the same question.

Y/N nodded and rubbed her hands together, attempting to push away the pit feeling she had in her stomach. “I'm fine.” She nodded. Lydia looked at the two, her eyes wide and obviously scared.

“Well, I'm not okay!” She exclaimed. “I am totally freaking out. How the hell does it just run into us?”

Y/N gulped. “I saw its eyes before it hit us. It was like it… it was like it was crazy.”

Scott slowly approached the deer, setting his hand on the animal. “No, it was scared. Actually… it was terrified.”

Lydia slapped her hand on the locker next to Allison’s, startling both Allison and Y/N, who had just walked into whatever conversation they were having. After the accident last night, Lydia’s car got sent to the shop for repairs, so Allison picked her up and brought her to school this morning. Y/N’s car was perfectly fine, so she drove herself to school. The triple date they had planned for last night was cut short and only Lydia attended the date. Y/N and Allison went home, deciding a deer crashing through a windshield was practically an omen.

Y/N smiled as she approached her two friends. “What did I miss?”

“Freshmen. Tons and tons of fresh men.” Lydia hummed with a smile.

Allison chuckled. “You mean fresh boys. Lydia, they're all fourteen.”

Lydia shrugged. “Eh, some are more mature than others.”

“You know, it's okay to be single. Focus on yourself for a little while, work on becoming a better person.”

“Allison, I love you.” Lydia smiled softly. “So if you need to do that thing where we talk about me and pretend we're not actually talking about you, it's fine. But I don't want a boyfriend. I want a distraction.” She looked down the hallway, quirking an eyebrow and smirking. Something had caught her attention. Allison and Y/N looked to see what their friend was looking at it.

“Brothers?” Y/N asked. In walked two boys, black leather jackets and holding black motorcycle helmets.

They looked exactly alike.

Lydia hummed and looked them up and down. “Twins.”

The three friends all happened to have the same first period class. English with Ms. Blake. Apparently, she was a new teacher. The girls walked into the classroom, taking their seats. Y/N noticed Allison had stopped and saw a certain someone, Scott. He looked around nervously, not knowing she would be in this class. “Alli, you coming?” She asked, Allison smiled nervously and followed into the classroom. There was three seats available on the row closest to the window. Y/N sat down in one seat, Stiles on her right, Scott on Stiles’ right. Lydia sat in front of Y/N and the seat in front of Lydia was supposed to be for Allison, but some guy sat down in the seat for Allison could. She looked around for another seat and the only available one was in front of Scott.

She awkwardly asked if she could take the seat, which only received a reply that was just as awkward. Y/N saw Stiles give his best friend a sarcastic thumbs up, a small chuckle came from her in response. The sound of her phone ringing pulled her attention back. She picked up the device to see a strange text from an unknown number:

“The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds and the tranquil waterway, leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky, seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.”

A woman walked into the classroom, reading the lines from her own phone. The new teacher. She told the students that this was the last line of the first book they would be reading this year. She also told them it was the last text they would be receiving in the class and to shut their phones off, so everyone did as asked. About ten minutes into class, Scott was pulled out of the classroom so he could speak with his mother while everyone worked on the assignment Ms. Blake had assigned to them.

Y/N sped through the assignment, nearly finished with it. Stiles looked around the room, taking his focus off the assignment before his eyes landed on the person they always landed on, Y/N. He watched her work, the eraser of her pencil on her plump lips as she read the directions, eyebrows slightly furrowed. Her legs were crossed and her hair fell in front of her face. He watched her push it back behind her ear before she wrote something on the paper in front of her. His eyes fell down to a bandage on her ankle.

“Y/N?” He whispered. She slowly turned her head, hesitantly pulling her eyes off of her paper. Her eyebrows raised in question of what he wanted. “What happened to your ankle?”

“Prada nipped me last night.” She shrugged.

“Lydia’s dog?”

She shook her head and put on a sarcastic smile. “Actually it was her designer handbag.” Stiles glared at her. She bit back a smile and nodded. “Yes, her dog.”

“Does he usually bite?” He asked. Y/N shook her head and bit her lip. “Okay, what if it's, like, the same thing as the deer? You know, like, how animals start acting weird before an earthquake or something?”

“So there's going to be an earthquake?”

“Or something.”

Y/N looked back at her paper. “It was just a deer and a dog, Stiles. I'm sure it doesn't mean anything.” A loud bang on the window startled everyone. The students looked at the window to see a red liquid sliding down the glass and a black swarm flying directly toward the window. All of the birds that were flying toward the window eventually broke the windows, the glass shattering as they flew around in the closed classroom. The students began to scream in terror as Ms. Blake yelled, telling everyone to get down. Y/N crawled on the floor, trying to get down as a bird began flapping around her head. Stiles pushed her desk away and brought her into his arms, using his body to cover hers.

All of the birds eventually stopped and some of them dropped dead as the others flew back out the window. The students came up from the ground, their faces all wearing a look of shock. Most of their hair was either messed up or had black feathers in the strands. Stiles held Y/N against his chest as he pulled her onto her feet. Looking around the room, the desks were in disarray, black birds and feathers on the floor and desks.

Once is an accident.

Twice is a coincident.

Three is a pattern.

Allison drove down the road, following the yellow school bus, trying to keep a safe distance away from it. “Am I getting too close? I'm getting way too close, aren't I?” She asked, looking to Y/N who sat in the front seat next to her, Lydia in the back studying.

Y/N shrugged. “Well, that depends. Are you following the bus, or are you planning on mounting it at some point?”

The huntress bit her lip. “Yeah, I should back off.”

“Well, that also depends.” Lydia said from the back seat. “Oh, do you mean the buss or the ex boyfriend you're currently stalking?”

“Well, after what happened, I'm not letting him out of my sight.” Allison said, Lydia hummed in response. “And by the way, this all happened when he came knocking at my door.”

Y/N tilted her head to the side. “For what?” Allison went into explaining how Scott had came to her apartment after he found one of her titanium arrows at the school and how he warned her about staying out of the alpha pack, darach problem they were having. Y/N didn't know much about the supernatural problems that were going on, other than there was an alpha pack in Beacon Hills along with a darach that was making human sacrifices. Stiles refused to tell her anything, still wanting to keep her as far away from the supernatural as possible while still knowing about about it.

After a while of being stuck in traffic, Y/N noticed that Allison was running low on gas. “So is that whole “not letting them out of your sight” thing literal or more of a general rule?” Y/N asked as she looked at her freshly manicured nails.

“Why?”

“You're running low on fumes.” Lydia said from the backseat. Allison groaned as she saw that she was in fact low on gas. “And I'm pretty sure that bus holds a lot more gas than this Toyota.”

“What if we stop?” Y/N suggested.

“Is it really a big deal if we lose them? We know where they're headed.”

Allison shook her head. “You didn't see what happened.”

“I know who started it.” Lydia mumbled.

Y/N turned to look at the strawberry blonde. “Is that what Aiden told you?” She cocked an eyebrow.

“Aiden? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second.” Lydia leaned forward in her seat. “Is that why you invited me on this whole road trip thing? Oh my gosh. You're keeping an eye on them and me.” She gasped.

“So there's nothing going on between you two?”

“I'm appalled by that insinuation.”

“Nothing?” Y/N asked.

“Nothing.” Lydia confirmed as she pulled out her red tube of lipstick and compact, looking in the mirror as she applied it. A smirk on her red lips. Both Allison and Y/N looked at her, knowing that Lydia wasn't being truthful. She looked at her best friends. “What?” Y/N and Allison turned back around with smiles on their knowing faces.

Y/N read her book as the girls sat in traffic, having been in the same spot for nearly ten minutes. Her phone rang in her purse, Y/N pulled it out, looking at the caller ID.

Stiles.

“It's Stiles.” Y/N announced.

Lydia leaned forward with a smirk as she looked at Y/N. “Ooh, please. Do answer.” She gestured to the cell phone. Y/N shook her head and slid her finger across the screen, answering it and holding it up to her ear. Lydia leaned her closer to the phone, trying to listen to their conversation, she hoped to get something juicy out of it.

“Hey, Stiles! Yeah, we’re just about to walk into a movie, uh, you know, the popcorn and -”

Stiles cut her off, reading through her lie by just her voice. “I know you guys are right behind us. Put me on speaker.”

Y/N immediately obeyed. “Yeah, definitely.”

“Okay, look. Scott’s still hurt.”

Allison frowned. “What do you mean still? He's not healing?”

“No, he's not healing. I think he's actually getting worse. The blood is turning, like, a black color.” He mumbled, sounding disgusted at the thought.

Y/N chewed her lip nervously. “What's wrong with him?” She asked.

“I don't - do I have a PhD in lycanthropy? How am I supposed to know that?” He exclaimed. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“We need to get him off the bus.” Allison told him.

“And take him where? A hospital?” Lydia tilted her head.

Allison nodded. “If he's dying, yeah.”

Y/N remembered the rest stop up ahead. “Stiles, there's a rest area about a mile up. Tell the coach to pull over.”

“Yeah, I've been trying.” He told her, sounding fed up with Coach Finstock.

“Well, reason with him.”

Stiles scoffed. “Reason? Have you met this guy?”

“Stiles, please, just try.” She begged. Stiles eventually agreed and they hung up. Allison smiled in victory when she saw the bus pull into another lane, heading towards the rest stop. The bus was only going to be stopped for thirty minutes. Scott’s condition was psychological. Somatoformic, a physical illness from a psychogenic cause. He wasn't allowing himself to heal because he was still mentally recovering from Derek's death. Allison stitched him up while he was unconscious, Lydia, Stiles, and Y/N outside the bathrooms, making sure no one went in and saw what was happening. Isaac got in a fight with Ethan, Scott exited the bathroom looking much better than before and he stopped the fight before the students got back on the bus.

The girls were still low on gas and figured it would be better to go on the bus instead of in the Toyota. Lydia sat by herself, studying while Allison sat with Scott and Y/N sat with Stiles. Stiles and Y/N began to discuss the darach and everything that was going on in the pack, much to Stiles’ refusal. “Stiles, you can tell me about all of this.” She looked at him, watching him chew on his lip.

“I don't want you to get hurt. It's best to just keep you out of it.” He told her.

“Well my best friends are a huntress and some kind of psychic, Scott is a werewolf. As much you may not like it, I'm a part of it. I'd be safer if I was in the know.” She argued. Stiles sighed defeatedly, nodding in agreement. “So are you going to tell me?”

“All right. Let's go over the sacrifices.” He began to move his hands around as he spoke. “So it's the sacrifices, right? Everything has to do with them and someone who thinks he's, like, a dark druid.”

“Or actually is a dark druid.”

Stiles nodded. “A darach.”

Y/N stayed silent for a little bit, racking her extensive knowledge on ancient cultures to see if she remembered anything about darachs. Finally, she remembered something. “You know, some ancient cultures sacrificed people in preparation for battle.”

Stiles widened his eyebrows in disbelief. “So we got alpha werewolves against a dark druid.” He sighed. Y/N watched his face, practically seeing the wheels turn inside his head. He ran his hand over his face, fingers going through his brown hair. The sunlight streamed in through the windows, making his amber eyes shine and the specks of different colors stand out. For the smallest moment, Y/N got lost in his eyes, thinking how they were the warmest and most beautiful shade of brown she'd ever looked into.

Y/N nodded as she looked away from him, still thinking of his eyes. Of him. “Yeah.”

The pack was spending the night at the Motel Glen Capri. A hotel that lived up to the creepy feeling one would get from the motel. Even looking at the motel was uncomfortable. Coach Finstock had stopped the bus at the motel since the cross country team had missed the meet and needed somewhere to stay for the night. This motel was the only one with enough vacancies for the students. Lydia had stated her bad feeling about the motel as soon as she stepped off the bus and looked at the building. She said a lot of things could happen in one night.

She was right.

A lot of things had happened that night. The hotel seemed to be cursed and it was making all of the werewolves act weird. Isaac, Boyd, Ethan, and Scott were the only who were being affected. They seemed to almost be sacrificing themselves. Y/N and Stiles had saved Boyd and Isaac while Allison and Lydia tried to find Scott and make sure he was okay, but there was no sign of him anywhere.

After saving Boyd and Isaac, Stiles and Y/N met back up with Lydia and Allison. “We can't find Scott anywhere.” Allison told the two as they walked down the stairs to the parking lot.

“It's happening to him to, isn't it?” He panicked.

“It has to be.” Lydia agreed.

Y/N perked up as she remembered Stiles saying something about another flare. “Stiles, you said there was another flare on the bus.”

Stiles nodded as he hopped off the last step of the stairs. “Yeah, I'll get it.” He stopped in his tracks, Y/N walked into him on accident, wondering why he stopped walking. She followed his eyes to where was looking. Scott was standing in the middle of the parking lot, drenched and holding the last flare. The group approached him slowly. Allison was the first to speak.

“Scott… Scott?” He stayed still, the flare ignited in his hands as he shivered slightly. His feet in a puddle of an unknown liquid. Y/N looked around for an idea of what the liquid was before she smelt it.

Gasoline.

The group stood in front of him, waiting for what he would say or do next. He looked so hurt, so broken. His face wasn't in its usual smile as he had an internal battle with himself. “There's no hope.”

“What do you mean, Scott? There's always hope.” Allison whispered, not knowing what would set him off.

“Not for me. Not for Derek.” His voice broke the slightest bit.

The huntress shook her head. “Derek wasn't your fault. You know Derek wasn't your fault.”

“Everytime I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed.”

Stiles shook his head repeatedly before stepping in. “Scott, listen to me, okay? This isn't you, alright? This is someone inside your head telling you to do this.” Stiles’ voice shook.

“What if it isn't? What if it is just me? What if this actually the best thing I could do for everyone else?” Scott asked. Y/N felt her eyes sting with tears, her hand covering her mouth so no sobs would escape. “It all started that night, the night I gotten bitten. You remember the way it was before that? You and me, we were… we were… we were nothing. We aren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important. We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all.”

“Scott, just listen to me, okay? You're not no one, okay? You're someone, you're… Scott, you're my best friend. Okay? And I need you.” Stiles began to slowly walk towards the werewolf. “Scott, you're my brother. Alright, so,” Stiles stepped into the gasoline, gently reaching out to grab the flare in Scott's hand. “so if you're gonna do this, then… I think you're just gonna have to take me with you. Alright?” Stiles grabbed the flare, Y/N watching him carefully as he grabbed it and threw it away from the flammable liquid. She watched the flare roll towards the gasoline and upon the touch, a big flame grew. She saw it go towards Scott and Stiles and she panicked.

“No!” She yelled, running towards Stiles and pushing him into Scott, away from the fire. Allison and Lydia followed, all five of them falling to the ground as a big explosion sounded from behind them. Y/N fell onto Stiles, their chests touching and their faces inches apart. Her forehead was on his as her eyes were closed. She sighed in relief and slowly opened her eyes to see just how close Stiles was to her. Their noses were barely touching, their minty breaths mingled together as they stared into each other's eyes. “Are you okay?”

Stiles nodded slowly, his hands on her back. His eyes moved down to her lips, her own doing the same thing. As if all time had stopped and it was just them, they began to lean in. Someone cleared their throat and it snapped the two out of their trance. They pulled away, Y/N standing up and shaking her head before offering Stiles a hand to stand back up as well. Stiles smiled gently, thanking her for saving his and Scott's life. The action was small, but it was enough of a thank you, speaking louder than words. Instead of sleeping in the creepy motel, everyone slept on the bus. The seven teenagers scattered around the vehicle, trying to get comfortable in the seats. Y/N slept her own space, slowly falling asleep to the thought of the crazy night she had just had.

Y/N, Lydia, and Stiles walked down a set of stairs getting to their next class, anxiously waiting for news on Jennifer Blake. They were the only three at school. Allison and Isaac with Mr. Argent, trying to find information on Jennifer. Scott had sided with Deucalion after his mother was taken, not knowing how else to defeat the darach. The pack found out Jennifer was the darach, the one making sacrifices so she could defeat the alpha pack. The last set of sacrifices was guardians, parents. She already has Sheriff Stilinski and Mrs. McCall, she needed one more parent and then she would be able to complete the sacrifices. Stiles was on edge, anyone could see that he was freaking out about his father being taken.

Lydia checked her phone and groaned as they stepped off the stairs and into the hallway. “Aiden’s not texting me back.” She continued walking, Y/N following behind her, but they realized Stiles had stopped and they walked back over to him.

“Well maybe we could just go over there and-” Lydia's phone vibrated and she pulled it out of her purse. She looked at the screen, reading the text message as Y/N and Stiles watched her, awaiting the news. “What's going on?”

“It's from Isaac. Jennifer, she took, she has Allison's father.” She mumbled, looking at the two nervously.

“She's got all three now.” Stiles’ breath hitched in his throat, his lungs suddenly felt like they were closing and his chest was heavy.

Y/N turned to Stiles. “Hey, there's still time. We can fix this.” Stiles ran his hand over his face, his hands noticeably shaking. His eyesight started blurring, his eyes struggling to stay open. He started gasping. “Stiles? Are you okay?” She asked, putting her hand on his arm. He turned away from her, looking down the hallway as he tried to stabilize his breathing.

“What is it?” Lydia asked Y/N. “What's wrong with him?” Y/N shrugged and she swallowed nervously, looking back to Stiles.

“Stiles? What's wrong?”

Stiles turned back towards her, his hands moving wildly as he tried to speak. “I think I'm having a panic attack.” He got out, his breathing getting noticeably worse.

Lydia’s phone rung and she answered the call, Y/N still watching Stiles as he struggled to breathe. “Y/N, it's Allison. I've got to go.” She whispered. Y/N nodded quickly.

“It's fine. I'll take care of Stiles, you go talk to Allison.” Lydia nodded and turned away, walking down the hall. Y/N grabbed Stiles’ arm. She pulled him through the hall until she found the door to the boy’s locker room. She pushed the door open and threw her purse on the floor, pulling Stiles’ backpack off and tossing it next to her purse.

“Okay, come on. Come on.” She panted as she brought him to a set of lockers to lean shading them, but he fell into the metal and slid to the ground. Y/N kneeled on the floor in front of him. Stiles was still gasping for air. “Try to think about something else, anything else.” She suggested.

“Like what?”

“Uh, happy things. Good things. Friends and family.” Stiles looked up at her, giving her a look as if he was asking her if she was serious. “Not family. Oh, God. Okay, uh. Try and slow your breathing.” She told him as he closed his eyes and took deep breaths. He had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and his breaths just got shallower the more he tried to slow them down.

Stiles held onto his chest, Y/N putting her hand on his shoulder as she looked at him, not knowing what to do exactly. “I can't. I can't.” Stiles gasped. Y/N cupped his cheeks and brought his head up to look at her.

“Shh, shh. Stiles, look at me. Look into my eyes. Shh.” She cooed, watching his eyes roam over her face before gazing into her eyes. His breathing slowed the slightest, but he was still breathing heavily. “Shh, Stiles.” She rubbed her thumbs up and down his face, trying to calm him down. She noticed his eyes flick down to her lips before looking back at her eyes. Y/N leaned in and pushed lips onto his, her eyes fluttering shut as her body warmed up. The warmth coming from her chest, right where her heart was, and spreading through her body. Stiles’ eyes widened as her lips moved against his, slowly closing as he moved his lips with hers. The warmth was now in Stiles’ heart. Her fingers ignited his skin as she gently touched his face.

Chapter three. She discovered it was him. It was Stiles. He was prince charming.

That's when it happened. That moment in the smelly boy's locker room was the game changer. The second their lips touched each other, Y/N realized that what she felt for Stiles wasn't just a feeling of friendship. It was more than that, so much more than just friends. No one gets a feeling like the one she did when you kiss just a friend. It felt like time slowed down. Like it was just them. It may have only been just them in the room, but it truly felt like they were the only ones on Earth. All of their problems faded away, even if it was only for a little while. She didn't know what it was or why she felt that way. She couldn't name what she felt, but the feeling made her pulse race with excitement and fear.

She pulled her lips off of his, pulling away from him slowly. Her eyes stayed close as every moment she'd ever had with him flooded through her mind. When she saw him in the courtyard for the first time. The moment they met and she learned his name. The night of the winter formal when he brought her a corsage. When they danced and the song she would always love played. The ice rink. All of it. All of the memories had more meaning to her than they did when they actually happened.

Her eyes fluttered open and Stiles looked at her, before his eyes moved down to her chest where a light was emitting. She furrowed her eyebrows and looked down, his chest was glowing with a pinkish light. The light shone through his rib cage with each soft beat his heart took and she could see the darkened outline of his bones through his shirt. She realized that her own chest was doing the exact same thing. The glowing in both of their chests slowly died down and various thoughts were running through her head. Why were their hearts glowing? Was that even scientifically possible?

Instead of making things even more awkward, she decided to clear her throats and not mention the glowing hearts. Stiles exhaled, his minty breath hitting her face. His breathing was trembling, but it seemed to be more from nervousness than the panic attack he had earlier. “H-How did you do that?” He asked.

Y/N bit her lip. “I, uh, I used to had panic attacks when I was younger and holding my breath always made them go away. So when I kissed you, you held your breath.”

“I did?” He asked, looking at her in complete awe. He was still in shock that she had just kissed him. The girl he'd been dreaming of for forever shared one of the most intimate moments with him. The glowing was even more confusing. He didn't know what it was. He didn't know if he was so high on her that he was just imagining it or if it really happened. He didn't say anything in fear of ruining the moment.

“Yeah.” She nodded. “You did.”

Stiles sniffled, his eyes glowing in the light streaming in from the window. “Thanks. It was really smart.”

Y/N breathed out a laugh and smiled softly at him. “I don't know. I just didn't know what else to do. And if I was really smart, I would tell you to sign up for a couple sessions with a guidance counselor.

Stiles seemed to realize something, his head snapped up. “Morrell.”

Y/N dumped the last bag of ice into the third tub of water and herbs. Scott, Stiles, and Allison stepped into the back room of the animal clinic. Isaac, Deaton, and Y/N standing around so they could help with the surrogate sacrifices and save their friends’ parents. Lydia would be arriving later. “Alright, what'd you bring?” Deaton asked the three sacrifices.

Stiles looked at the object in his hand. “Um, I got my dad's badge. Jennifer crushed it in her hand, so I tried hammering it out a bit. Still doesn't look great.”

“It doesn't need to look good if it has meaning.” Deaton nodded.

“Is that an actual silver bullet?” Isaac asked, looking at the metal Allison held in her hands.

“My dad made it. It's kind of a ceremonial thing. When one of us hunters finishes learning all the skills to be a hunter, we forge a silver bullet as a testament to the code.”

“Scott?”

The werewolf sighed and pulled the item out of his pocket. “My dad got my mom this watch when she first got hired at the hospital. She used to say it was the only thing in her marriage that ever worked.”

“Okay, the three of you will get in. Each of us will hold you down until you're essentially, well, dead. But it's not just someone to hold you under. It needs to be someone who can pull you back, someone that has a strong connection to you, a kind of emotional tether.” Y/N looked at Allison and smiled, walking towards her. “Y/N. You go with Stiles.”

Y/N quirked an eyebrow, turning to Stiles who looked up at her. She smiled softly before Allison spoke up. “Are you sure? I mean, Scott and I both have to go under.” Y/N realized it made everyone a little tense because Isaac would have to push Allison down and they'd gotten pretty close lately.

“It's okay.” Scott nodded, but it wasn't difficult to see how heartbroken he was that one of his closest friends was with the girl he loved. He walked towards the tubs, not another glance towards Allison and Isaac as he walked past them. The three sacrifices took off their jackets and shoes, stepping in front of the tubs. Allison on Stiles’ right, Scott on his left. Stiles looked at Y/N who was behind him. She offered him a small smile, which he returned. They all shivered and took deep breaths as they got into the tubs of ice water.

“By the way, um.” Stiles looked to Scott and shivered as he spoke. “If I don't make it back and you do, you should probably know something. Your dad’s in town.”

Y/N, Isaac, and Deaton stepped forward, ready to do what they had to do. Y/N set her hands on Stiles’ shoulders. “I'm sorry, Stiles.” She mumbled so only he could hear. He turned around and looked at her. He brought his hand up to her left hand and covered it, turning back around.

“It's okay. I trust you.” He said with a nod. The three all got pushed down, submerging underwater and staying under until Deaton told them to let go.

“What do we do now?” Isaac asked, Y/N still looking at Stiles under the water.

Deaton sighed. “Now, we wait.”

“How long until they come back?” Y/N looked to the veterinarian.

“I don't know, it could be minutes, could be hours. We'll just have to wait.”

Y/N sighed and walked to the waiting room near the front entrance. She plopped down in a chair and let out a deep breath. Her hands were still wet, so she shook her hands a little bit to air dry them. She looked at the ring on her pointer finger. It was just a simple rose gold ring that wrapped around her finger, but it made her think. She got lost in the thoughts of what happened in the locker room earlier that day. The kiss, the glowing chests.

It'd been on her mind all day. He'd been on her mind all day. She couldn't help but wonder why her heart was glowing, why his heart was glowing. It couldn't have been something she'd just imagined. The kiss was real, it felt real. It was for sure real, she knew that much. But the glow, was that real? It had to have been real. The only reason she wasn't sure was because Stiles didn't say anything and she knew he would've had to have seen it, too. Even if it was real, what did it mean? Could it have meant that he loved her with his whole heart and she might've loved him just as much? Did it mean she had just a little bit of his heart, because he had hers.

She wasn't sure about anything except for one thing. Everything changed. It was all different now. She felt something bigger than what words could explain for Stiles Stilinski. When he touched her, her skin tingled, burned. She got butterflies in her stomach and her heart did a back-flip in her chest. Her pulse raced, she got a natural high when she kissed him. She knew that she had to tell Stiles how she felt, there was no way it could all stay bottled up. He had to at least know. But with everything going on right now, it's not exactly the best time to tell him.

She would have to hold off for a while.

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