#they just sort of move your head around abd tell you to do things and say you’re doing a good job

[fated-normal-767]

Anyways !! Obviously it’s giving hypno kink video but more importantly it’s easy content farm slop with mildly scary vibes which reminds me of stuff I used to watch in elementary school which reminds me of all that time I spent literally flashing a light in my eyes to try and see what color blindness was like / see those microbe stuff yknow the ones the funky colors in your line of sight , which reminds me that my brother now needs glasses which makes me think hm . I wonder if I do as well . And if I do then if it’s because of that . It’s nostalgic is what I’m getting at .

Ohhh I know what you mean I used to do that closing your eyes really hard and rubbing them to see the firework type colours or the staring at one specific light so it’d do the thing that looks like screen burn in for a few seconds + I watched these ‘CAUSES HALLUCINATIONS IN 80% OF PEOPLE WATCH CAREFULLY!!!!’ type videos obsessively in 2020 so I kind of get the nostalgia a little too

[aeferkssr]

- HER NAME

pairing ; Yun jin x gn!reader

genre ; normal fic tbh

warnings ; mentions of (almost) drowning

a/n ; HAPPY (late) SOLDANZA DAY!!!! but yes this is a present for one of my moots @s0lcresz-space !!!! MWAH MWAH HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY SHNOKUMS. and even though the month is basically over i wanted to make something for mermay because they're literally my fav mythical creature!!! so i was like "omg siren yun jin? absolutely!!!"

Leaving your room on the ship, you walk up to the deck to get some fresh air. You were one of Beidou’s crew members, working in the health department of the crew. Nowadays, more and more cases of sea sickness and crew members nearly drowning has been piling up so you were extremely busy in the days. When you werent tending to a patient you were off the ship collecting ingredients for sdifferent ointments and medicines. To say the least, you were exhausted.

So late at night, you come up to the deck to bask in the sea breeze and calm atmosphere of night at sea. As you were leaning on the railing of the ship, a smooth melody filled your eardrums. The voice was euphponius, it had sort of an eeire feeling but was stuill close to liyuean opera. You open your eyes to see where the tune was coming from only to ber met with a woman sitting on one of the rocks at sea.

It was dark outside so you couldnt get a good look but you could make out a brief apperace: long, dark hair that seemed to sway along with the sea breeze, a swimsuit top that resembled the shape of a shell, and a yellow – no, golden tal that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight when it would slightly flap… wait, a tail?

You snap out of your gaze at you come back to youer senses, as your thoughts register. If you just say a tail, on a woman who was singing, alone, on a rock, at night…  that could be a mermaid! But you thought that they only existed in the fiary tales that old people would tell to their kids/grandkids. You would never imagine that you would be seeing one before, but apparently, she saw you two. In a nervous panic, she leaped back into the water. 

“Wait!”

You called out, reaching your hand out to try and stop her, only to loose balance and fall face first into the sea below. Now, this wouldnt be a cause fort concern normally, but the thing is… you can’t swim for shit. Only a few people on the Crux know about you little secret and had even offered themselves to teach you how to swim, but you brushed it off sasying that you wouldnt need them since you werent planning on going into the water any time soon, but now you were regretting your decision.

The mermaid looked back to see if she was being followed, only to see someone struggling to stay above sea level, kicking their feet and violently looking for something to grab on, until they finally started to sink to the bottom. She quickly swam back to the human, her tail moving as fast at it would take her in the attempt to save your life.

≋≋≋≋≋≋≋≋

As you wake up, you gasped for air sat sat up quickly. You were coughing violently, trying to get the remaining water out of your lungs. 

“Oh, thank goodness you’re okay!”

What? Who was that. Turning you head to meet the person who just poke you saw a young women who seemed to be in a swimsuit. You looked around a little more to find out that you were on a rock in the middle of the sea. It was still nighttime, and you could see the stars twinkling brightly.

“Wh… what am i doing here? And who are..” you spoke as your eyes trailed down her body. in the place of her feet, a shiny, golden tail tucked neatly to the side of her body. Looking down at her tail, then back at you she replied,

“Please do not be afraid. I saw you fall into the water after you saw me. And when i didn’t see you swim back up, it clicked in my mind that you couldn’t! I couldn’t just stand there abd watch someone drown!”

She looked distressed as she held your palm, looking up at you with visible concern in her eyes. You couldn’t help but admore her features: her ruby eyes with some sort of red paint under them, her furrowed eyebrows, the slight pout of her lips showing her concern. You could not deny the fact that she was beautiful. 

The soft glow of the rising sun took you away from your thoughts as both you and the mermaid admired the sunrise. 

“Since the sun is rising, i guess you need to go back to the boat.” the mermaid says with a hint of sadness in her voice. Sighing as you agree with her, you look back at the sunrise. Fatigue started to overtake you, probably from technically staying up the whole night (ignoring the fact you nearly drowned prior.) the mermaid noticed your exhaustion as she told you to rest.

“Rest, human. I assure you that you will safely makwe your way back.”

Deciding to trust her, you lie down on your back, and close your eyes. Before you fell asleep, you asked:

“Hey, whats your name?”

The mermaid chucked before she replied,

“Its Yun Jin.”

≋≋≋≋≋≋≋≋

When you woke up, you found yourswelf back in your room on the crux. You wondered if the experience you had was just a dream, before the ghost of a memory of her hands touching your, how warm they were despite the cool night. And the memory of her name, Yun Jin. what a nice name.

As you were walking out of your room you bump into the crux’s captain, Beidou. You two say your salutations as you ask her for a favour,

“Sure, [name], what can i do for you?”

“Can you teach me how to swim?”

[ivedescoveredheathsjoker]

Adrenaline

L!Joker/Patrick/Eric Draven/reader

Warnings: mentions of death

Note: this wasn't edited i just wrote it and bam posted. This was an idea given to me by @whoslaughingnow-comic while talking about Eric and my two other boys.

(Not my gif)

You had been dating Eric for about 2 years when he was brutality murdered in his apartment on Devil's night.

His death hit you like nothing else had. You felt terribly lonely and missed his loveing embrace. You had a few of his belongings which he had left in your appartment the night before; his guitar, a pic and one of his shirts.

In the weeks of his absence you had turned the pic into a necklace and wore it everywhere. Eventually it became apart of you, never taking it off.

As you tried to move on, you couldn't. Everywhere you went you were reminded of him. The old club you went to to see his band play, the coffee shop where you had your first date, the record shop where you met and eneded up going to every week.

Then there was your apartment. You had everything in boxes, seeing as you were to move in together that week. Too lazy were you to take everything out, yet it hurt to see the boxes piled high.

2 months went by when you decided to move to the other side of Gotham. A nicer area, a bit farther from the dangers of the mob. You eventually settled into the area falling into a routine, enjoying the local pub, going to cafe, and working at the record shop.

One night while you were at the pub you meet a young man named Patrick Verona. He wasn't hitting on you or trying to get your attention, no. He had asked you about the band on your shirt. The two of you talked for a while about music, movies and city life. Eventually he asked you to dance while Plainsong played in the background.

You couldn't help but smile as you danced with him. How could you not? He had the biggest smile you had ever seen!

As the night drew to a close Patrick insisted on walking you home, "It's the right thing to do." All along the way you didn't stop smiling, though in the back of your mind you worried if it was a trap. Ignoring that thought you enjoyed his company until you got to your apartment. That night you gave him your number and agreed to a first date.

As you entered your apartment smiling you frowned when you saw the gutar next to the sofa. "What would Eric think?" You wondered, "would he want me to move on?" That night for the first time in 5 months you desided not to sleep with his shirt. That night you desided to move on.

After sleeping over one night Patrick asked you about the necklace.

"Is it a lucky charm?"

"Yes...and no... It was given to me by somone I loved."

"I see," he smiled and kissed you. "Did they give you the guitar too?" You nodded.

As time went by you and Patrick were a happy couple. Though the guilt of Eric hit you at times; somtimes it was the guilt of hiding him from Patrick, other times it was the guilt you felt for loving Patrick. Those were the times you would take out his shirt and hold it tight. How it still meant so much to you with almost a year having gone by.

By the aniverseray of Eric's death, you still hadn't told Patrick about Eric. You decided that you would have them meet.

You were nervous about it. "What if Pat dosent understand...what if he gets upset." It was the day before your trip when you tell him. At first he's shocked and asks you why you hadn't told him. You explain that you were afraid he would leave you,that it would scare him away. As you told Patrick more, you can't help but cry. He held you close to him, as he rubbed your back. He had lost a few people close to him as well, but he couldn't imagine losing a partner. He could hear the love as you talked about Eric. Patric could also tell that you loved him the same way.

As you went to bed Patrick held you close to him and kissed your head.

The next day you both headed to the subway, making your way towards the east side of Gotham. Once you both arrived you showed Patrick around the area where you used to live. It was so strange being there with Patrick. You were over come with emotions as you passed the boarded up apartment building Eric used to live in. You held Patrick's hand as tightly as you could, holding back tears. Once you arrive at the graveyard, Patrick tells you to go in first and have a moment alone. Greatfully, you head towards his grave only to find an empty pit and a headstone with a crow sitting upon it.

Fearfully you call out to Patrick who comes running over to you. Both staring at the grave you both stand there dumb founded. All you can hear is the quiet echo of the city and the soft piter pater of rain.

A voice in a whisper breaks the silence. "Y/n?" You heard it and turned to see Eric. Seeing you move Patrick turns to see him. The three of you stand there staring at one another for what feels like an hour.

"E-eric? Your-your dead....ho-how...?" You say as you approach him, ever so slowly. "Y/n..." He said as he quickly aproached you huging you for the first time in a year. As he sees the tears in your eyes he wipes them away.

"I don't know what I am. All I know is that I'm back here." Is the response you receive from your previous question.

You slowly break away from the hug, sadly, as you look over to Patrick. "Th-This is Patrick. He's-he's my uh, boyfriend." Patrick nods shakily walking over to you. "Nice to uh, meet you mate." He says shaking his hand.

Eric lead you both to his apartment explaining what he knows. He wants revenge on those who killed him and tore him from his love. You gave a sad smile as you walked into the scorched apartment, seeing a few salvageable items.

You were quick to pick up a polaroid of the two of you cuddleing close. Patrick couldn't help but smile at it when he looked over your shoulder. Eric smiled as well, knowing which picture you were looking at.

You lead Patrick towards a singed black sofa and sat down listening to more of what Eric had to say. He had yet to meet a man by the name of Joker. A man who played by his own rules and was stealing money from the mob. A rumor was going around that he had offered to kill Batman for the mob.

Patrick frowned, he didn't like the idea of revenge, no matter how horrible those people were. Patrick didn't like how violent vigilantes could be, and by the sounds of it, Eric was rather violent. Especially as he heard the tale of how the gangster T-Bird died.

You on the other hand agreed. You felt that justice was finnaly being served. You were glad that your Eric was being a hero and helping to remove the scum of Gotham.

Slowly the conversation went from dark to light as Eric began to ask both of you questions. Eric had originally been taken aback when he saw Patrick with you, but was starting to warm up to him seeing that he truly did love you. As Eric asked more questions Patrick did too. Both men were curious of the other, and were quickly trusting one another.

It made you smile so brightly to see them getting to know one another without any sort of malice.

As night began to approach Patrick was the one who had to tell you that you needed to head home before it got too dark. When you began to protest Eric was quick to agree with Patrick telling you that it wouldn't be the last time you saw him. Despite how badly you wanted to stay, you began to follow Patrick out and started making your way home.

Halfway you began to notice a single black crow following the two of you. When you told Patrick he smiled telling you it must be a sign from Eric, to keep the two of you safe.

Later that night when you your arrived home you found a record from his band on the counter. Neither of you knew how it got there, but you were happy to have it.

After that day the two of you often found small presents from Eric. You also would receive random visits from Eric which slowly began to fall into a routine. Though his visits slowly became became longer and longer.

Eventually he started staying with the two of you. When he wasn't hunting out the evils of Gotham, he was sleeping on the sofa, often without either of you knowing.

When Patrick finds out he suggests that he alternates nights. At first Eric opposes this idea, not wanting to leave either of you unprotected. Though he ended up agreeing to alternate with Pat to sleep in bed. On the nights Pat slept on the sofa, Eric's crow would watch over him; allowing Eric to feel at ease with his decision.

One night you and Pat awoke to a loud thud. Thinking it was Eric coming home from his work, you told Patrick to go back to sleep, and you headed towards the kitchen.

Upon entering the kitchen you can't help but laugh at the color of his hair and coat. Unlike his ussual black attire he was wearing a purple trench coat and had his hair died green. At the sound of your laughter Eric stood up from the fridge abd as he turned you stoped laughing.

The man before you was not Eric, but rather a stranger. White, black, and red grease paint covered his face making him look even more menicing. Not to mention the feirce scars that created a permanent smile, did little to keep you calm.

"Boo." Was all he said to have you running and screaming for Patrick and Eric.

Eric arrived just in time to see you running into the bedroom and to hear the laughing in the kitchen. Eric steadily headed towards the kitchen. He frowned as he saw the clown before him.

"J..."

"Now I know why you said Boo!" J said in between bursts of laughter.

"I told you not to scare them."

Patrick of course hearing all the commotion, walked in with you trembling in his arms.

"Whose this? Howd-"

"This is the one I told you about. This is Joker. He's helping me with the mob."

Patrick looked up at him. "How? I heard he was robbing banks."

"Not just any banks, koala, but the mob's banks." Joker said as his laughing finnially died down. "It's a pleasure to meet you both." He said smiling like a toddler.

Eric gave you a hug. "He's all bark and no bite around us. He won't hurt you."

He had you and Patrick return to bed while he and J stayed up and talked about the mob.

By morning the Joker was gone and you hadn't seen him until the next week, when he jumped out from behind the door and scared you.

Though as time went by you slowly began to get used to his jump scares. His vists to your apartment slowly became more frequent. Patrick, who still felt rather uneasy around him, was beginning to become used to his presence. For Patrick the clown reminded him of a crazier version of Eric.

Eric and Patrick had become rather close in the last few months. Both of whom began to get used to the idea of napping together.

Soon J followed suit, squishing Eric in the middle of the sofa.

For you, those moments were sweet, when your boys were together peacefully. No worries. No fighting. No plans. Just peace amongst them. Somthing that neither of them tended to bring to the table.

Over this time, you too, began to have a closer bond with the crazed clown. He had even began to call you Bunny, thanks to your first encounter.

With his help though, you began to learn how to throw knives, shoot guns, and build a bomb (not that it was needed). On the other hand Patrick didn't quiet agree with J on these leasons, why should anyone know how to build a bomb. Often you and Eric would break up the bickering between the two.

As more time went by the four of you began to fall into a strange relationship. One that was rather unconventional. But then again none of you were conventional.

[606writings]

Angst angst angst! Could i get one mr kiro reacting to mc choosing gavin over him. Like perhaps shes getting comforted during the anniversary of her fathers death by kiro and then hears gavin abd runs to him instead or something like that

SC: It’s always him [Kiro]

A/N: I’m super sorry for the late response! For some reason I couldn’t find this request until now:( But here it is, at last!

Genre: Kind of angsty.

Word count: 1,344.

You locked yourself in some empty office at the studio, you didn’t want anyone to see you crying and interrupt the filming that was happening outside.

It was an important shooting, it was one of the most popular shows currently airing on TV, and they asked you to be their producer for a special episode with Kiro as their guest.

You obviously were so excited to have such opportunity, and you even had one of your closest friends as the guest so things could only go perfectly.

That if the filming day wasn’t on the anniversary of your dad’s death, keeping you so busy that you wouldn’t even have enough time to visit your dad’s grave and buy his favorite food and some flowers.

The idea of missing such an important date had you depressed the entire day, you were doing your best effort not to burst out crying in front of all the production crew. But no matter how hard you tried, the weight on your chest would not go away, and the constant need to cry your eyes out was too much to handle. So, you decided to take five minutes alone and do what you needed to do to continue the filming without feeling like crap.

That’s how you ended up with your eyes full of tears, your right hand covering your mouth so not a single sound would come out of it and give you away. But your cries were interrupted by the sound of a known cheerful voice calling you:

“Miss Chips! Where are you? Let’s grab lunch together!”

You could hear Kiro from the other side of the door with his usual excited tone, and decided to ignore him not wanting to worry him. But your plans failed as your phone started ringing showing his name and photo on the screen, just loudly enough for him to hear it from where he was standing outside.

Calm steps started approaching the office you locked yourself in; you sighed knowing it was too late to create some sort of excuse. Besides, you didn’t want to lie to him, so you just waited for him to knock the door.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You ignored his question and instead opened the door to show yourself -a completely mess by now, with your face all red and wet with tears-, and you dragged him inside the office.

“Why are you crying? Did something happen?”

Not intending to lie to him, you started explaining as you walked towards the couch, still dragging him beside you before taking a sit:

“Do you remember what I told you a couple days ago? I was excited and sad at the same time for something…”

Kiro tried to remember your recent conversations and what that had to do with your current state, until something clicked inside his mind. He opened his eyes in realization as he gave you a comprehensive look.

“Oh, it’s that day… I´m sorry, Y/N, you have to be here instead of spending some time with your dad…” His usually happy voice turned into a saddened one, as he knew how important was that date to you.

Kiro’s heart sank at the view, he started feeling guilty for not remembering what you talked about just a few days ago. Until now he noticed you weren’t acting as usual during the shooting, but he thought maybe you were just nervous since it was a bigger production than what you usually work with.

“I feel so bad that I can’t prepare something for my dad, Kiro. This is the only time I can feel as if he was still with me, and I’m stuck here… I miss him so much…” You covered your face with both hands as your cries resumed.

Kiro closed the space between you two and embraced you softly.

You thought it was a nice gesture to comfort you from just a close friend as Kiro. But in reality, it was meant much more than that to him; it was the only time he could keep you into his arms without it being awkward.

He felt guilty for thinking of something else when you were crying in his chest, but he couldn’t ignore the warm feeling growing inside him, opposite to the coldness of your tears wetting his shirt. He imagined how would it feel like if he was hugging you to show you his love; just because he wanted to hold you and keep you close to him, without the need of an excuse and not only as a way of comforting you.

Kiro imagined what would it be like if he could act without fear or worry, and be sincere with his true feelings. If he could be with you and ask you out on dates, to make you laugh, make you blush and make you smile.

Just as he was about to tighten his embrace, lost in his thoughts and with a small spark of hope growing in his chest, you carefully leaned back abandoning the warm of his arms wrapped you.

“I’m sorry, I think I ruined your shirt. I’ll ask an assistant to get you a new one right now…” You were about to get up and walk out of the room, clueless of the thoughts your blond friend was having just a second ago, ready to go back to work; instead Kiro interrupted you.

“Miss chips, there’s something I want to tell you…” He looked down, not brave enough to stare directly into your eyes, and softly grabbed one of your hands to prevent you from walking away.

“What is it?”

He sighed and, as he filled his chest with courage to speak his true feelings, the door opened suddenly drawing your attention.

Kiro looked up at you, and saw how your face brightened up showing a gentle smile. For a second he wished that expression was because of him, and he was ready to talk out loud, that until he noticed the man standing under the doorframe.

“Gavin!” You dropped Kiro’s hand and without hesitating you stood up to greet the honey eyed man that made your heart beat faster. “What are you doing here?”

Kiro froze at his place for a moment, before turning his head around to place his gaze at Gavin, who was standing nervously with both his hands hidden behind him.

“When you texted me saying you were getting home late, I knew you probably wouldn’t have enough time to buy something for your father…” Gavin stepped inside slowly showing what his hands were holding. “So I bought this.”

In front of you, he was holding a bouquet of beautiful flowers and a bento box. Your eyes, previously full of tears, now were open wide in surprise and happiness.

“I remember you once mentioned you liked to get flowers and prepare your dad’s favorite food for his anniversary. And though I’m pretty sure this is not the same, I thought maybe it would cheer you up a bit…”

Kiro could only stay quiet as he listened to Gavin’s explanation, already feeling something burning up inside him, something he could only recognize as jealousy.

It’s him, it’s always him. Does he not have a job or what…? Kiro thought, frowning.

He was about to get up and say something, slightly annoyed that Gavin had interrupted the moment he decided to confess his feelings to you, when you spoke:

“That is…” Your cheeks were now flushing, obviously moved by his surprise. “This is so sweet, thank you, Gav.”

You stood on your toes and leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on Gavin’s lips in gratitude; such an innocent gesture to you, and such a welcomed reaction to Gavin, but you ignored the pain provoked by that surprising action on your friend, sitting behind you with a broken heart.

As the couple standing before Kiro embraced each other happily, he could only witness in silence, reality sinking slowly and painfully in his mind and heart.

Yeah, it’s always him… And it will always be him…

[katarina-ia]

All is well ~ Self Para

‘ Mae govannen, Adar,’ she signed into the camera with a smile as her fathers face came into focus. It had been sometime since she had last video conferenced with him and in his last letter he had been insistent on seeing his only child. She had been at the academy now a full three months and she didn’t blame him for being a little bit worried about her even if she did tell him everything in their letters...well almost everything. 

“ Qwennig,  mae govannen.  Ci vaer?” 

She nodded her head, she was doing quite well really. Adjusting the camera so he could see her from the waist up she began to sign in the way that was usual for them. She told him all about the school, about her new room and her room mate who happened to be a fairy. She told him all about her journey here, about the strange language they spoke and even showed him a notebook with the writings in Hangul amused when he tried to read the words and failed completely. 

“And your classes? Tell me about your classes Katarina.”

Failing? She was failing? 

Glancing at the sheet her adviser had handed her, the witch closed her eyes abd sighed. She should have known being called into an impromptu meeting was a bad thing. It would seem she was failing four out of the seven classes she was enrolled in and the reason? She couldn’t understand a word the professors were saying.  Some talked too fast, some talked in strange accents, some just didn’t really talk. She was learning Korean but that didn’t bode well for actually understanding her classes. To be fair she knew she was failing the magical dueling class considering she had only shown up the first week and then refused to go after seeing the teacher face off against his students. He was crazy. The English teacher relayed the advisers message to Katarina, this wasn’t a normal school so failing didn’t mean she would be kicked out, but it wasn’t a good thing either and they wanted her to be tutored in all classes that she wasn’t doing well in. She had agreed to give it a try, but really she would have agreed to anything to escape that dreary meeting. 

‘My classes are lovely,’ she lied, a little white lie. ‘I’m learning Korean, and they have magic classes here and I’m even in a class called magic for dueling.’ 

“It wouldn’t hurt for you to call me like this more often. I miss seeing you face to face, letters are good but they’re not the...what happened to your neck? There?” 

In the letters she might have left out everything that had to do with being attacked in the forest - twice, in lieu of keeping her father from getting too upset. He didn’t need to know of the accidents that happened in the academy no more than he needed to know how poorly she was struggling with learning the language and getting around by herself. Moving to the academy had been quite a stretch for her and receiving his approval to be so far away had taken months upon months of arguments, fights, and the silent treatment -which wasn’t as easy as it should have been for her. 

‘I fell from a tree trying to save a bird.’ Another small lie but this one was one that he had seen before and knew she had a horrible habit of doing. ‘I called to it but it didn’t answer and I didn’t check the branches to see if they would hold my weight.’ She sighed softly before tilting her head so he could see the bandaged area. It was certainly more healed now than it had been after the attack and though he looked a bit doubtful she could tell he had believed her story. 

“And are you making friends there?”

Finally something she could tell him about without lying. 

She smiled nodded her emphatically. Wouldn’t he be proud to know that she had made two friends in the short while she had been at the academy and met quite a few old acquaintances! One of his worries with her moving to a new place was the fact that she wasn’t going to know anyone there, but that fact had been proven wrong quite quickly. 

‘I’ve made quite a few friends here in the academy, all sorts of people attend and they’re all very nice. We study together, eat together and they often help me with errands and things that I don’t know how to do.’

He seemed to be contemplating saying something, she could read the expression on his face as one that meant he was going to say something she might not like. “You look happy, your mother would have enjoyed hearing these stories.”

At the mention of her mother Kat could feel her eyes misting over with tears and she blinked them back smiling at her father. Her mother really would have loved this school, a place where a witch could be a witch with no one to tell her no. 

They conversed for a while longer until the sun had faded on her end and risen for her father. Disconnecting the call she sat by the window idly petting Vanimelda with a full heart. She liked this place. 

[knightingale-xiv]

Nightingale's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: The Final Day

This was it...The last day Chip had to do something. Despite what was about to happen, it was a sunny and warm morning, what with it being the desert and all. On any other occasion, Chip would take a few moments to relax and soak in the sun...No time for such liesure this time though. The Warden's guards were leading him out to the top of the main office building, where the Garleans had set up a little stage and podium.

Outside, prisoners were being pulled off their jobs and dragged out to see what was going on. The word had been spread that there was going to be some sort of demonstration, and that alone made everyone nervous. A chatter was sweeping through the crowd, anxious and buzzing. What was going to happen?

Kaja knew it had to do with Chip...it just had to. Maybe they had figured out who he was and were going to make an example of him by publicly exexuting him. These garleans didn't really like heroes...It would be a major blow to the morale of the resistance fighters here if someone so young and eager to help was snuffed out. Her only hope was for their plans to go smoothly...Chip had entrusted her with a very important task in case of this event...She just hoped she could complete it.

As Chip was brought forth onto the podium, he was chained to two seperate winches which pulled his arms apart and left his torso exposed to the executioner. People gasped as they watched...not everyone knew him, but word had been passing around about this optimistic lad that had shown up and started stirring up things. Kaja felt tension grow in her chest as she looked at him. Even while chained, he had this reassuring smile on his face...Like he was telling them it would be ok...Still though, there was a hardness in his eyes...a sense of dread and nervousness.

The Garlean guards, the whole lot it seemed, were lining up between the building and prisoners, each one armed. They had a set determination to their jaws...and some of them had knowing and malicious smiles. Kaja's eyes went wide. She knew what was coming...she looked over her shoulder at a couple of her men and flicked her ear. A signal. They nodded and began to whisper through the crowd. Tongo, the collosal bangaa, moved to the front of the group to wait.

The warden cleared his throat and motioned for everyone to pay attention, a microphone being moved in front of him so he could speak. "Good evening, prisoners...I understand you are all concerned and curious as to what is going on. This young man..." he gestured to the bound Chip, "Is from Ul'dah...a soldier of sorts...a hero. At least, so he claims...He has come here to sew discord and paranoia through you. To provide you with false hope...To usher you into open rebellion knowing that you will die fighting a hopeless battle. Then, he would escspe..."

Murmuring filtered through the crowd.

"To keep things brief...I am going to send a very clear message to you." The warden snapped his fingers and Falling Timbers walked forward with a garlean gunblade. He chuckled and raised the weapon, waiting for the command. Everyone in the crowd gasped, with cries of injustice and cruelty. The guards on the ground responded by raising their weapons. A hush fell over the crowd once more.

"Before you kill me..." Chip started, raising his voice so everyone could hear him. "Could I squeeze in some last words?" He tried to sound as defeated as possible. Timbers turned his head to the Warden to await his verdict. The pureblood sighed and nodded.

"Make it brief..."

"Thanks." Chip cleared his throat. "People of Dalmasca...citizens and soldiers alike. You don't know me very well, but he was right. I am from Ul'dah. My father was a simple shopkeeper, or so I'm told...but my mother was Dalmascan. Half of my bloodline runs through these sands. My name by birth is Arthur D'ehcan." A murmur shifted through the crowd. The Desert Wolf's name seemed to carry a little weight.

"I won't pretend that I have suffered like you...But I came to Dalmasca in hopes of freeing my mother's land. I came to bring hope and justice to you and your people. All I ask is that, for this brief moment...you trust me." The warden looked at Chip as the boy spoke those words. What was he up to... "We all have to make sacrifices in order to secure peace...I'm ready to make mine...Today is your last day in captivity..." he took a deep breath and readied himself. His aether was buried deep, supressed by the collar...but if he focused, he could call on just enough...

The warden smiled. "What a nice sentiment..." he mused, then motioned for Timbers to finish him before the crowd could get riled up. Everything happened so quickly...yet for Chip, time seemed to slow. His conciousness raced through his aether channels, digging past the fog for his Chakras...he only needed one for a heartbeat.

Kaja was shouting something...Tongo was rushing forward towards the Garlean lines as resistance members pulled their stolen weapons out from hiding and aimed them at the Garleans. Timber's blade was slowly arcing down for Chip's body from the front, meant to cleave him from shoulder to hip. Time to go...

Chip's eyes snapped open with a spark of aetherial energy and his leg shot out for the roegadyn's knee. He connected, sending the executioner off balance and stumbling. The blade swung far and wide to the left, slamming into the chain holding Chip's right arm captive. With the freed apendage, Chip swung hard for the Roegadyn's jaw and clocked him qith surprising force. Already off balance, Falling Timbers staggered backwards, his sword flying up into the air, before he stumbled off the edge and went crashing the the ground, one story down.

Chip caught the fallen blade and grinned up at the Warden. "Timber..." he quipped before slashing his second restraint. The Warden narrowed his eyes and drew his own weapon.

"You'll die for this, Hero!" The warden called as sounds of gunfire and battle filled the air around them. The prisoners were fighting. Tongo had startled and terrified the guard line long enough for the resistance members to get shots of. Emboldened by this forward momentum, otheer prisoners began joining the chorus of shouts abd scrambling for fallen weapons or simply trying to slug the Garleans. Guards and inmates alike fell in the melee.

The bangaa warriors quickly moved to the front to protect the weaker prisoners from return fire, their thick hides affording them some protection as they fired back. Chaos soon enveloped the battlefield, as the two sides clashed in full on combat.

The warden fell upon Nightingale, swinging his blade with expert skill. Chip was no swordsman, having only rudamentary training, so he was forced immediately onto the defensive. His surge of aether had since been snuffed out by the collar and he was feeling weak again. He frantically parried and blocked as the warden assaulted him, but his guard was less than perfect. Cuts landed on his arms and torso, but nothing serious enough to fell him.

"You will not undermine years of work! I will not lose my prison!" The warden called in a rage, firing a round at Chip who dodged to the side. He could hear the whistle of the round by his ear as it narrowly missed. The young freedom fighter had to get some cover.

"Sorry, Warden! We're getting out early for good behavior!" Chip called back as he dived for the door leading into the building. He had a plan. The warden pursued, but Chip blocked the door with his stolen gunblade, keeping it shut. He could hear the warden banging on it from the other side. "Lost the key? Don't worry, I'll find it!" Chip shouted through the door. The response to his witty retort was several rounds flying through the metal door. One scraped his shoulder and he yelped, ducking down the stairs.

"No sense of humor..." Chip mumbled as he ran through the building towards the basement stairs. He had to get to that storage room, then to the Power Plant. He rounded the corner and immediately dropped into a slide as a pair of guards opened fire on him. The rounds impacted into the wall just above the boy and he finished his slide in a doorway, making himself as small as possible in the slight lip.

He peeked a head out and saw those two guards, the older elezen Dunimus and the Hyur Garth. Both were armed with personal pistols and were standing in front of the power plant door. Great...he didn't want to hurt them, they weren't that bad...He looked up at the name plate in the door he was in front of. Storage room...oh! Lucky! He slapped the open button and slipped inside as the two men closed in.

"Garth, Dunimus...We don't have to do this. This place is coming down but you don't have to go down with it." Chip called as he searched the room for any sorts of weapons. Nothing really stuck out to him, until he found a heavily sealed container. That seemed promising...It said 'Prototypes' on it, but that was better than nothing.

"We don't have a choice, Nightingale..." Dunimus called in. "We have a job to do. A job that keeps our families healthy and safe."

"You want to keep your families safe?" Chip called out, kicking the armored box a few times. Ugh, it had a magitek lock on it...if he had his armor this would be no problem. He looked around some more and saw a crate containing confiscated supplies...with a handy dandy grenade on top. Chip ran over to grab it, priming it and placing it on another box, next to the lock on the Prototype container.

"If you want to keep them safe, then go home. If you die here, who's going to look after them?" The young hero yelled out, moving to take cover in the corner. The weird banner was here still...it looked dusty and old, but oddly familiar. Had his grandfather been wearing this symbol before? Huh...

"We can't just go home, don't be stupid!" Garth called in, firing a round through the door blindly. It didn't come anywhere near Chip. "The Empire treats deserters worse than it does rebels."

"Well, then don't desert. Just retreat!" Chip insisted. Any response was drowned out as the grenade went off. Garth and Dunimus gave startled yells as dust poured out from the doorway and into the hall. The two men coughed and waved their hands to try and blow the dust away, trying to get their bearings.

Click.

The sound of a firearm having a round chambered brought them back into the moment. Chip stood there with an usual firearm. It was like a big silvery rectangle in segments. One of the segments had come down to form a grip and trigger, and another had extended into a barrel...and it was aimed right at Dunimus's forehead.

"Drop 'em boys..." Chip ordered, his tone deasly serious. Of course neither man knew Chip wouldn't shoot, so they were quick to drop their guns. "Go out the main gate and get to safety...Theres a battle in the main yard and you could get caught in it."

The two guards shared looks and began slowly moving to obey. "Why spare us?" Garth asked cautiously, as if Chip would shoot them in the back as soon as they turned. The boy just gave a sympathetic smile.

"Hero doesn't have to mean killer...I won't take a life if I don't have to...especially not the life of someone just...doing their duty." He explained. He couldn't afford them any more time, slowly backing up towards the power room. Once they were out of sight, he turned and ran in to the main console.

Ceruleum generators and pipelines filled the room. Any technicians had fled when the fighting started it seemed, leaving the area deserted. Perfect. He began typing away at the console, resting his new weapon on his shoulder as he keyed in commands. He needed to overload the generators powering the fences and the factories...shut them down so the inmates could escape. It'd be tricky but he should be able to-

"You!" A voice bellowed from behind him. Chip whirled around just in time to have a gunblade driven through his shoulder. While he couldn't feel the pain, he knew it did significant damage. To make matters worse, it pinned him to the console. The warden stood above him, blood covering his clothes and face. He had several wounds but not all the blood was his. His eyes were wide and crazed, staring death into his foe.

"You have ruined EVERYTHING!" The warden screamed, driving the blade a little deeper. Chip grit his teeth as his arm stopped responding all together. "You come to my prison and cause an uprising in just one week!?"

"What can I say. I'm a motivational speaker..." Chip grunted, trying to move his hand that was holding his gun. Nothing...The warden let out another furious cry and ripped his sword out of Chip's body before tossing him aside. The console was fried...No way he could start the overload process now. He had to come up with a new plan. If only his collar was gone...

Slowly Chip got to his feet and switched hands holding the rifle. There was a click and the weapon reconfigured into a narrow single edged sword. A little gunblade. He held it up and pointed it at the warden.

"It's over..." Chip grunted, the two men beginning to circle each other. "Your guards are either dead or surrendering at this point." Chip frowned. Any deaths were unfortunate...He had hoped to settle this without bloodshed, but he knew what he was getting into coming here...He would just have to save who he could.

"You sincerely overestimate your rebels!" The warden laughed. "The battle isn't over yet! My men will rally and yours will break when I show them your severed head!" The Warden barked. He lunged forward and stabbed at Chip who narrowly deflected the blade aside with his own. The prototype gunblade rattled with the impact...it must be early in development and not battle ready...great.

Another strike came in and knocked Chip backwards, his footing nearly lost as he slid backwards. He raised his blade to counterattack, but the warden was faster. The garlean pierced a pipe above Chip and ceruleum fell upon his right side. The strange liquid burned at Chip's flesh and jumpsuit, disolving the fabric away and damaging the arm severely.

The young hero let out a frustrated cry as he rolled away, his mangled and charred arm hanging uselessly by his side. That was going to take some serious healing...He didn't have any hope of beating the Warden without any aether and only one functioning arm...

"I am going to nake absolutely certain that you and your people are lost to time. I will erase you from existence!" The warden hissed as he slowly advanced on Nightingale. "In a flash of fiery death, history will forget you...You will be nothing more than a speck of insignificance...lost to time..."

Chip shook his head and raised the gunblade, finger slipping to the trigger. He knew what he had to do to get his people out...He didn't like it but he would have to do it. The warden stopped and stared before chuckling.

"I've read your file, Nightingale...You aren't a killer. You won't shoot m-"

BANG!

The warden stopped in shock, looking at the smoking barrel of the gunblade. He looked down and felt around his torso, looking for the fatal hole that would slowly leak his life essence from him...But there was nothing. Chip had...missed? The warden slowly gave a relieved and triumphant grin.

"You fool...You had a shot and you wasted it...You missed when it counted most..." the Pureblood mocked, raising his blade. He wanted to see the defeat on the hero's face before he died...He stared into the blue eyes and smiling face of his enemy and...wait...smiling?

"Actually, I hit right where I meant to..." Chip lowered the blade and stood. The warden turned around and looked at the lrimary Ceruleum tank in the room...there was a burning mark on it...and the tank was beginning to glow bright red and hiss. No...no, no, no!

The warden whipped around to scream, just in time to find Chip's fist colliding with his chin. The rattling of his brain was all it took to send him to the ground. Chip picked up the warden's unconscious body and ran into the hall. They had no time to get out. There was only one room nearby, the storage room. Chip dived inside right as the ceruleum tank detonated, the fiery explosion rocking the main office and traveling down the pipes.

The battle outside was tipped in the Dalmascan's favor as the combatants and prisoners surrounded the last remaining guards in the center of the yard. Kaja and Tongo, as well as the other initial members like the freed Django and the Bangaa, stood haggard and bloodied with weapons trained on their enemies. It was a vicious stale mate now, as both sides waited for the next move.

No one got the chance to act as a deafening blast rocked the earth and nearly sent everyone to the ground. The office building had exploded in a brilliant blue fireball!

"Arthur!" Kaja yelled as she scrambled to her feet. Oh no...he had been inside! There was no way he had survived that! She rushed towards the rubble of the building only to be knocked to the ground again as one by one the factories began to detonate as well, followed by the walls and by the guard posts. What had HAPPENED in there?

Tongo was rushing forward while Kaja tried to get the ringing from her ears. He was shouting Chip's name and beginning to sift through burning rubble trying to find anything. Had he...sacrificed himself for them?

The fighting stopped, everyone too shocked to process anything more than the raining debris and ruins of what used to be a Garlean prison camp...as the dust settled, people began to stir again. Weapons were gripped and people went searching for loved ones who were lost in the dust cloud. Garleans were beginning to regroup...Fighting was going to start again soon!

"What's that!" Someone shouted...no one knew which side had called it out, but everyone's eyes were drawn towards the rubble of the main office building. It was glowing blue...a brighter blue than the ceruleum flames even. What was it..? Kaja began slowly moving towards it, Tongo close behind, before the rubble exploded upwards, thrown away by some aetherial force.

Standing in its place, was a battered, bloodied, and awful looking Nightingale. His eyes glowed an aetherial blue and he had an aura about him of raw power. His collar was gone, destroyed in the blast. In his left hand was the unconcious body of the warden, still breathing....in his right...

Was the banner of Dalmasca.

The young hero slammed the banner into the rubble, standing it up in the stones and giving a tired grin to his people. It took a moment as the prisoners looked up at him in stunned silence...before the cheering began. The Garleans knew this was it...it was over.

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"Are you sure you're ok?" Kaja had asked for the hundredth time after the battle was over. Chip chuckled and waved her off with bis good hand. His right arm had been placed in a sling with some healing from a conjurer that was imprisoned at the Steel Sands.

"I'm fine, Kaja." He insisted. "I get in worse states than this back in Ul'dah." He gave her a reassuring and beaming grin, which did enough to ease her concerns. The garleans had surrendered to the prisoners and had been rounded up. Chip convinced the resistance members to take them hostage to trade for other comrades.

"What will you do now?" Tongo asked slowly, sitting down beside Chip with a heavy thud. The beast had taken some serious licks, but didn't seem to mind them.

"Well...I need to get back to my ship and let everyone know I'm ok." Chip sighed. Morha was going to kill him... "But first..." he hopped down and moved over to where people were crowding, to have their collars removed. "Can I have your attention please?" Chip called out.

The people came to a staggered silence, murmurs occasionally flitting through until everyone finally settled. All eyes were on the white haired boy.

"Anyone who is actually a part of the resistance, I need you to do me a favor." The hero began. "Tell your commanders...your leaders...tell them what happened here today. Tell them what we did. I want every cell possible to know that the Nightingale is coming. I want them to know that as soon as I'm recovered, I'll joining the fight. I need to network and make contacts though...Help me do that, in exchange for your freedom." Another murmer sifted through the crowd, but they seemed in agreement. They would do as he asked.

"And anyone who wants to join me in Ul'dah...You're welcome too. I'm going to be starting my own cell too, if I can..." Chip continued. "Volunteers are welcome, but otherwise go home to your families. Get them to safety. I'll offer refuge to anyone who needs it."

"You're too kind for your own good, hero boy." Kaja murmured when he finished and turned. "What if they all decided to come live with you?"

"I'd welcome it." Chip chuckled. "The more the merrier...All I need them to do is spread my message though...tell the Dalmascans that there's stilk hope, you know?" Chip began walking forward, towards where his ship had crashed before, several people following. Kaja and Tongo were, of course, right behind this strange young man who had simply rolled into town and demolished a prison...

Still...He had come through. As Chip walked towards the horizon, he couldn't help but smile. So it began...his greater purpose. Even if this had been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week...He was glad it had happened. He had made new friends...stopped a crazy Garlean prison...and helped some people. Why?

Because that's what heroes do.

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4

Day 5

Day 6

Final Day

[imtryingsomething]

All Down Hill

Chapter 2

A/N- this is super late. But I’ve just had little motivation for writing. If anyone enjoys this please tell me because I don’t know if I’ll continue it. I have idea of where I want this to go but I don’t want to take the time to write it if nobody’s gonna read it. As always reblogs are awesome, but please don’t steal this. Comments are also really appreciated. Requests are open, there’s a list. (And sorry that I don’t know how to do the ‘keep reading’ thing.)

Pairings- just friend and sibling.

Characters- Scott McCall, Sam McCall (oc), Stiles Stilinski, abd Derek Hale.

Warnings- none really, mentions of wounds, didn’t proof read.

“Jesus Scott! You should tell Mom!” Sam exclaims, she stares at the bandage covering Scott’s abdomen.

“I’m not telling Mom. You’re already in trouble, think about if she found out you lied about me being there last night.” Scott turned to Stiles, “And besides I have more exciting new! I found the other half of the body!”

“Dude!! That’s awesome!! Where?!” Stiles practically shouts. “This is the best thing that’s happened to this town since... Lydia Marin. Hey Lydia....you look..like you’re going to ignore me.” Defeated he turns back towards to McCalls.

Patting his shoulder lovingly, “Better luck next time.” Sam starts to walk past him into the school.

Scott and Stiles partially bicker about social status on the way to their first class. Though Sam didn’t share is with them she walked to their class before heading off to hers.

Advanced chemistry. Stamped in bold letters as Sams first class. Strolling into the classroom she noticed Lydia sitting at one of the lab stations alone, she already had a notebook out. Sam had picked up on how smart Lydia is, after sharing advanced classes with her over the years. Sam plopped down next the the red head, digging through her bag to grab her yellow notebook for the class.

“How was your summer Lydia?”

“Good, went away to the city for a few weeks. You?”

“Didn’t go anywhere, mostly worked, designed, and read. But is was fun all things considered.”

The extent of Sam and Lydia’s relationship is meaningless small talk and discussing the lessons. They were friendly, having not reason not to be but they never took the relationship into friendship. Sam knew enough about Lydia’s life to know she was smart and well off.

The day went along uneventfully. Sam liked all her classes, ap chem, ap calculus, ap English, ap biology, Spanish, photography and design, and auto tech. Classes that would help her get into her top college. Stiles always mocked Sams need to plan ahead, how she already had a handful of colleges picked out. How she already knew what field she wanted to go into.

“This is ridiculously idiotic.” Sam leaned forward, resting her elbows on the center consul.

“What makes you say that?”

“Well for one we’ve already gotten in trouble for being out in the woods and two the killer hasn’t been caught yet, which means they could still be out in said woods. And three Scott was just attacked by something which clearly isn’t afraid of humans.”

“What difference does it make if the thing that attacked Scott was afraid of humans?”

“If it was afraid of humans then it wouldn’t have been so bold as to attack one.”

“We’ll be fine. It’s daytime, I’m sure that whatever’s out there won’t attack in broad daylight.” Scott tried to sound reassuring but he couldn’t have sounded any less comforting.

Fall leaves crunched underfoot as the three of them trekked to try and find half a body along with an inhaler. Sam caught sight of a few squirrels scampering from tree to tree, preparing for winter.

“And that’s not the only weird thing, I can hear things I shouldn’t be able to hear. And smell things I shouldn’t be able to smell.”

“Smell things? Like what?”

“Like the mint gum in your pocket. What if it’s some sort of infection, like my body is flooding with adrenaline before going into shock!”

“I’m telling you should tell Mom, have her look at it.” Sam pointed at the wound.

“I think I’ve heard of this, I think it’s called lycanthropy.”

“What—What’s that? Is it bad?”

Sam gave a pointed look at Stiles, trying to hide a smile.

“Yeah it’s bad, but it only happens once a month.” Stiles paused to howl.

Scott shoved his shoulder grumbling to shut up, Sam made ears out of her hands turning to Scott.

“It should be right here, I swear it was right here.” Going around in circles, Scott tried to find the body.

“Dude it was dark out and you were scared out of your mind. The body isn’t the most important thing right now. It’s your inhaler, Mom will kill you if we don’t find it.”

“Maybe the killer moved the body.” Stiles suggested kicking some leaves.

“Yeah well hope he left my inhaler.”

Sam was nearly knocked off her feet by Stiles frantic shove in the shoulder. She turned to glare at him when she saw the dark figure lurking a little ways away.

“What are you doing here? This is private property.” The man shouted.

Sam gripped onto Stiles jacket, “Sorry man, didn’t know.”

“Yeah we were just looking for something but forget it.” A small object was launched at the group. Scott caught it turning in his hands. The familiar blue inhaler rested there.

“Dude that was Derek Hale!” Stiles exclaimed.

“Who?” Scott and Sam question.

“First of all its creepy when you two do that, like the Shining. And second don’t you remember? He’s only like a few years older than us. His family died in a fire like ten years ago.”

Looking back into the woods Sam only saw the swaying branches in the wind.

[sharkfish]

Soooo, let's say hypothetically if I've started dabbling in the Sterek fandom, could you recommend some of your favorite fics? You've got excellent taste!

here i go here i go here i go girls what’s my weakness STILES AND DEREK!  (*my brain just played me far more of that song than i thought i knew)

(i’m not really involved with the sterek fandom on tumblr so i don’t know most of these peep’s tumblr urls if they exist – plz tag in replies if you recognize anyone) 

like 98% of these are E rated >:)

everything is in alphabetical order EXCEPT!!!!!!! this is very possibly my favorite fic of all time and i’ve read it a thousand times and will keep rereading it until the day i die!!!! 

Love Runs Wild by DevilDoll (9.5k)

derek and stiles model for a softcore werewolf skin mag. basically, porn of stiles being all pretty and biteable and then a werewolf being all bitey, except of course derek and stiles shoot together A LOT, and when stiles shows up to a shoot with a hickey, derek LOSES HIS GODDAMN MIND (in the best way)

“You’ve got a hickey on the back of your neck!” A Neckz ‘n Throats story.

Alpha Complex by Hatteress (goddammitstacey) (3.4k)

oh, you’re interested in some subby bottom derek? let me tell you a little story….

“Hold still,” Stiles says, hand clamping down on the back of Derek’s neck to keep him from turning and it’s laughable, really – the thought that that would be enough to hold him. Except it is. Because Stiles’ fingers are gripping the nape of Derek’s neck, pressure sure and hard and Derek- Derek can’t fucking breathe.

Bravery is a Loaded Gun by LiviKate (17.3k)

this is a fic i go back to over and over when i just need to be punched in the heart. i’m a ho for stiles (stupidly!!!) thinking he’s somehow below derek’s level attraction-wise, and this has that in droves. it’s also about derek’s recovery from the sexual abuse he suffered with kate, in a way that i think is done with a (deservedly) delicate hand. (i’m holding myself in from going off on a [positive] tangent about the way fandom talks about derek’s abuse, but i have Thoughts.) 

“No, I’m not asexual, Stiles,” Derek said shortly.

The teen’s heart sank in his chest, his palms going clammy and his neck prickling with the familiar feeling of rejection.

“So then it’s,” Stiles swallowed, throat clogging, unable to give voice to the facts he would much rather ignore. The silence grew between them, growing tense the longer it was left. For the first time in years, Stiles couldn’t speak. The weight of inadequacy held down his typical stream of useless banter. What does one say in this sort of situation? ‘I’m sorry you don’t find me attractive?’

Cornerstone by Vendelin for foreverblue_navy (83k)

this was the first sterek fic i loved and therefore the gateway drug. it’s so lovely in so many ways, AND ALSO, any time someone is like “k i’m only saying this cuz i’m your bff, not bc i have any sort of romantic inclinations or anything crazy, but i’d make the sacrifice to practice kissing with you, just to help you out” 

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) by yodasyoyo (5.7k)

you know, i don’t read fics with kids (either them as kids or as parents) very often, but i’m kind of wondering why not, because i do love a good best friends from childhood to duh you morons lovers story. obviously this is a slightly different twist but the things i loved about it where the same sorts of feelings as that

Stiles is six years old when he first hears Derek’s voice in his head.

Or what happens if you have a soulmate bond, in a universe where soulmate bonds don’t exist?

Promise You’ll Look After Him by DiscontentedWinter (9.9k)

this is honestly one of the most powerful fics i’ve ever read. it’s the pov of stiles’s dad after stiles is sexually assaulted, so it fucking HURTS, but ultimately, it’s a story about profound love, both familial and romantic. (sorrynotsorry: sheriff stilinski is the father john winchester should’ve been.)

Sheriff Stilinski is used to dealing with victims of violent crime. He knows how to approach kids who’ve been beaten and sexually assaulted.

Except this time it’s his son.

It’s Stiles.

Sell Your Body to the Night by Dira Sudis (dsudis) (121k)

i can’t remember who on tumblr convinced me to read this? i remember someone telling me about it, and then emphasizing that the watersports tag is only for a single scene at the beginning of ch9 that is entirely skippable. i knew my stupid ass was going to read it anyway so mostly i was just afraid something was going to be awakened. IT WASN’T THANK GOD but this fic is so fucking incredible i don’t even care that derek paid like $5000 to pee on stiles. i can’t believe i just typed that sentence. THIS STORY HURTS A LOT!!!!!!! but then it feels better a lot <333 

“No,” he repeated impatiently. “I’m not a cop. I’m someone who wants to exchange my money for your sexual services. I was told you were in that line of work.”

“I, uh, yeah, sorry,” Stiles said. He glanced around again and then up–the full moon was almost directly overhead. Just one of those nights, maybe. “Yeah, I am. I do that.”

Sour Kush by alisvolatpropiis (15k - series)

stonerstonerstonerstonerfic (there is a pt2, read it also)

Stiles mentally curses Erica, because in all of her warnings about how brusque this guy could be, she forgot mention that he’s also hotter than the fucking sun. If Stiles had any lingering questions about his sexuality, they’d be completely settled by what this guy is doing to him. In fact, he might not even be gay anymore. He might be in the midst of crossing into some yet-to-be-named sexuality that’s all about a scruffy black beard and alarming green eyes and muscles and tattoos and this guy’s everything ever.

The guy’s name is Derek, his lust-addled brain supplies distantly.

Well that settles it, then. Stiles is Dereksexual.

Sweeter Than Honey by the_painless_moustache (9.4k)

this is a fic that made me start thinking about what kind of non-sexual symptoms an omega might have during heat. stiles is a totally adorable disaster and derek is a totally adorable alpha trying to awkwardly court him. and none of their friends appreciate stiles like they should >:| 

Stiles is probably the worst omega ever, which drives every one of his friends insane. Except for, surprisingly, Derek.

That’s Why He Lets Him In by alisvolatpropiis (12k - series)

this series is…. holy fuck. this is a stiles that was raised by sam and dean winchester as a hunter (just referenced, they don’t appear on screen). derek is a werewolf stiles let get away, and now they hate-fuck, except not really, bc they are desperately in love. it’s a little darker in tone but the writing is just – fuckin whoa. 

Derek was about to rip Stiles’ throat out with his teeth and the crazy kid had just laughed, no trace of fear in his scent. He looked into Derek’s enraged eyes and smiled, welcoming his death.

That’s why he lets him in.

Trust Me by Areiton @areiton (4.8k)

in which a destiel & a sterek have a foursome. iirc, arei had written this (unbeknownst to be) like 2 days before i started obsessing about d2cs and wrote my fic mai tai. if i had known about this fic i probably wouldn’t have bothered writing my own xD 

“What the hell are they doing here,” Stiles snaps.

“Do you trust me,” Derek asks, squeezing his hand and the tension and anger drains out of Stiles as he licks his lips.

You Were a Kindness When I Was a Stranger by DevilDoll (8k)

there is a specific sentence in this FANTASTIC bdsm fic that makes me run in circles screaming every time i even THINK about it omfg 

“It’s not all handcuffs and spankings and learning to deep throat.” This is an AU with consensual BDSM sex acts, in which Derek supports Stiles financially in exchange for a sexual relationship. Stiles is of legal age.

Unsaid the Word by aerialiste @aerialiste  (20.7k)

this is some Good Clean Academic AU Fun. i’ve read it multiple times and it’s a delight over and over. 

Derek Hale, Stiles thought, indignant, was a goddamned scholiastic menace.

In which tenure-track Professor Derek Hale is polite and friendly to Stiles Stilinski, ABD, every year at the academic conference they both attend; and Stiles tries to be contented with pining after him—until after one night at a bar, far too many doubles, and some injudicious texting, thanks to his total inability to know when to stop talking, Stiles just may have ruined everything.

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[annebrontesrequiem]

Hi how bout rfa+v and saeran reacting/dealing with an. MC after getting attacked by rika who is on the run abd suffering the same fate as V , the possibilities of going blind.

Yay!!! More angst!!! Actually angst is now kinda my thing, I’m gonna be known as the person who does le angst! Sounds good to me lolol!! Anyway let us continue!

Also let’s all agree Rika is basically the child of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and Bellatrix, let’s be honest

Zen

There was no way he saw it coming

You were just going out to get more fruit, since you guys had eaten it all the night before

And he had decided to go with you because I mean why not?

It was a beautiful night out, not too cold, but just cool enough so he could cuddle you the whole way

After you guys got the fruit there was still some time, so you two decided to stroll in your favorite park

There weren’t any other people around, and the golden light of park lights made you a path

Zen kept talking about how you looked like an angel in the golden light

And you replied; “Your hair looks practically golden!”

But he turned around at your confused look, you could’ve sworn you’d seen a flash of actual golden hair

While he felt your grip suddenly yanked from him he turned back around

To see a blonde haired woman straddling you, knife in hand

“Rika!”

He ran to get the devil off of you, but right before he could someone pushed him to the ground

Not looking towards his captor his eyes were still on you, mouth covered by a black leather glove, he saw Rika raise the knife up your face and to you eye

Lurching forward one last time someone clubbed him from behind and he lost conciousness

When he woke up he was in the hospital

Lurching up the minute he regained consciousness he screamed your name

Looking around he saw a curtain separating him from the next patient, he looked at the ID

It was you

Thanking the gods he slowly walked over to you, careful of his head, which still throbbed slightly, and of all the wiring

“Jagi?” He asked softly, and sighed in relief when you opened your eyes, only to have his eyes filled with tears and he drew back momentarily in shock

You right eye was much lighter than before, light, light like nothing else, and thin film around half of it, following where the red scar was snaking its way down your face

“Jagi, did she do this to you?” He asked softly, soft lines of tears began to drip down your face, as you nodded slightly

“Zen, Zen I can’t see correctly, part of my vision is so dark!”

You sat up and he went to hug you tightly, tears of anguish and fury dripping down his eyes

“Zen, I’m so sorry, I’ll never be able to see you perform with my two eyes again, the doctors, the doctors said they can’t fix it!”

At that he cupped your face, wiping your tears

“Oh, my darling, never apologize for this, it’s that woman that deserves to pay, not you.”

After you had calmed down you fell asleep against him until the doctors came in

He was released a few days before you, since you had more issues, the doctors were trying to do the best they could for you, so he decided to pay that snake a visit

Going back to the park where it happened, now practically back to normal, at the same time of day he sat down

And waited

He didn’t have to wait long, she appeared right in front of him

“Oh, do you want to join her? Doing something for her might get you into paradise you know.”

Zen just smiled and moved his hand, revealing a Taser he brought just in case

Punching her in the gut he managed to get a few punches and although he didn’t get to do what he wanted to get done he was satisfied

Rika deserved worse than death for everything she’d done

But you were the worst by far

Yoosung

He learned about Rika the hard way

You were going to the beach, a place in the south where the air was clean

It was actually Jumin’s private one, so you were guaranteed some privacy, and boy was he nervous

He’d never been alone with you, especially not at a pool or a beach

You two were running down the beach, feet falling in the sand, when she came out and lunged at you

“Rika! What are you doing?” Yoosung cried out, finding himself being pulled back from behind

Rika smiled slyly at him at you closed your eyes, not being able to bear to see the face of the one you loved

But unfortunately she noticed that

Flipping you over on your back she raised the pocket knife she was hiding to your eye

You flinched to the sounds of Yoosung’s screams, but were determined to face her

Staring right at Rika, you let out a strangled sound of alarm as she raised the knife to your eyes

You heard screaming, now not one voice but two, but part of your vision was cut out

Not enough not to see Rika raise the bloodied knife again

“MC!”

Yoosung’s voice was the last thing you heard before the blood loss became too much and you passed out

When you woke up for a minute you thought you were still dreaming

All you could see were slight colors

Then you realized it wasn’t a dream

“Yoosung!” You screamed again and again

You felt arms around you

“MC! Oh my God you’re alive!”

“Yoosung I can’t see, Yoosung help me!”

He couldn’t do anything but hold you, trying to hold himself together for you

But you couldn’t help but feel his tears, which caused you to grip him even tighter

“Yoosung, I’m so sorry, she was so much to you!”

“No, no MC, my loss is nothing compared to yours, and I swear I will help you the whole way! You’re my universe, the center of my world! And promise that if I ever see her again I am paying her back for what she did.”

When visiting hours were older Yoosung finally let himself slip into Yandere mode

No one knew how he knew where he was going, he couldn‘t answer that himself

But when he saw Rika he jumped on her, and gave her five completely obliterated ribs to show her what kind of person you were to him

You didn’t know until years later

Yoosung wasn’t kidding

He would do anything for the center of his world

Jaehee

She got a bunch of cryptic texts from an unknown number

It changed every time, but she knew that it was the same person, there was no denying that

Assuming it was some sort of weird Christian conversion thing, with all its talk of paradise she ignored it

But the messages started getting weirder and weirder

Eventually the last one came

“You denied paradise, now you must pay the price our savior has chosen.”

Shaking her head she dialed your number

Waiting she sighed when it went to voicemail

That’s odd, she thought, MC’s always free at this time, and she didn’t tell me about any schedule change

Shaking her head she assumed she was being paranoid

Locking up the coffee shop she decided to pay you an impromptu visit

But something was obviously wrong when the door was ajar and screams were echoing in the hallways

Rushing in she found you curled up, hands on you eyes, which were very obviously bleeding, a knife at your side with a pristine piece of paper on it

“From paradise, keep it as a reminder” Read the tag

Throwing it in fury Jaehee dialed an ambulance, then everyone in the RFA

When you were done operating the doctors approached her

“She dodged a bullet. She’ll have to wear these bandages for a month, but we have managed to save her vision.”

Jaehee was crying with gratitude

Rushing in she saw you

“MC?”

“Jaehee?” You asked, and she began crying even harder, running towards you, wrapping you in a big hug, you were shaking against her, partially of happiness, and partially of a lingering fear

Jaehee took notice of this and made sure Seven tracked Rika down

When the viper was finally caught Jaehee made sure to show her what she was made of

Rika wasn’t likely to forget, and neither was Jaehee for everything she’d caused you

Jumin

He didn’t understand how it could’ve happened

How one of his guards could betray him

How one of his own guards could’ve been working for that evil organization

All he knew is that one day you were gone, and after speeding down paths he found you at the side of a practically abandoned road, eyes a bloody mess, you unconcious

Wrapping you in his arms he was shaking with a fury he hadn’t felt before

When you were admitted to the hospital he refused to leave you, waiting outside your door when he had to, and when not required right beside you, a hand on yours

The doctors worked hard, but unfortunately the blood had sent permanently in one of your eyes, and nothing could save it

He looked at the surgeons incredulously but remained silent, his wrath wasn’t meant for them, it was meant for someone else

Waiting once again he saw your hand move

“MC!” He rushed up, pressing your hand to his chest

You slowly opened your eyes

“Jumin, what, how?” Your eyes changed from bewilderment to panic. “Jumin, why isn’t my right eye working, why, it’s open isn’t it?!”

You started shaking and he kneeled, wrapping his arms tightly around you until you began to calm down

“I know, I’m so sorry, there’s nothing they can do, believe me they tried, I promise they did. I’m so sorry.”

You were shaking slightly, and he just pet your hair, as you tried to process everything

I’m sorry

A year later

With your good eye you spied a piece of news on the television

You were curled up with Jumin, Elizabeth on your lap

“A woman has been found dead in prison, she was there for countless crimes, including attempted manslaughter.”

“Jumin, her face, it looks familiar.” You said softly, and he looked at you worriedly

Kissing you lightly he smiled. “It’s nothing for you to worry about.” You smiled at him

“I trust you Jumin. With my life if necessary.”

And I made sure a promise was repaid

Saeyoung

He was in immediate panic mode when he came back, dreading how he needed to keep pushing you away, to the apartment and you were gone, the window left ajar

Going into complete panic mode he spent 48 hours typing furiously, making calls, and crying before he passed out on his desk

A week later a letter showed up

“The one thing you care about the most in this world will come to you.”

On the back was a coordinate

Saeyoung spent no time driving there

When he reached there he found a person, lying unconscious, crude bandages on their eyes

Gasping he ran over to you

“Oh my God MC! N-no, this, this isn’t happening!”

He carried you into the car, and slammed on the gas, ignoring everything else

The hospital wait was horrible, every second dragging on and on

When the doctors came out he rushed up

“It was a hard go, we could only salvage one eye, I’m sorry, but there’s nothing to save the other, and once she hits past forty she’ll most likely become permanently blind in both eyes.”

His eyes started flooding at those words

Oh God, why did I push her away? God forgive me of my sins!”

Rushing past them he saw you, staring at him

“Luciel?”

“MC!”

He put his arms around you, pulling you against his warm chest, and you closed your eyes, beginning to also cry

“Luciel, I can’t see, I’m sorry, but my left eye is gone. I can’t-” your voice cracked with emotion “I can’t preserve this moment with my own two eyes.”

“Saeyoung.”

“What?”

“My name is Saeyoung, and I will never push you away again.”

“Oh Saeyoung!” You began to cry harder, slowly slipping into sleep, however catching the corner of a phrase

“I love you.”

V

The surgery had been a success, and you two were overcome with joy

Seeing him look at every single detail of the world with new eyes made your heart burst, and you couldn’t imagine anything better

But your time of happiness was cut short

It was autumn, and you two were in the woods, him with his camera once more, trying to capture every fallen leaf, when Rika jumped out, bringing a gun to you head

“Rika!” V screamed, as tried to throw his camera, causing you to begin to cry

Forced down on his knees by other members Rika started laughing, the sound warbling from a cackle and the tinkling sound he used to know

“You should’ve stayed blind Jihyun, now you’ll pay.”

Listening to the screams of the one who was just before gasping happily you were pushed on your stomach, a jackknife now tracing it’s way up your cheek

“Jihyun, I love you.” You said, right before the knife was raised

You heard him scream before you lost consciousness

Jihyun was screaming as Rika did her work, managing to find strength he pushed the others off of him, before running up and throwing her off of you

Cradling you he screamed at the snake, before stepping on her arm, a sapping sound ensuing

Ignoring the scene he left the pulled out his phone, so grateful for the service out her, he called the hospital

“Hold on MC, I promise I will save you.”

You woke up to darkness

“Jihyun? Jihyun where are you?!”

You felt his arms incasing you but you could yet not see him

“MC, oh MC I’m so sorry. I couldn’t save you. She was right I should’ve stayed blind.”

“No, no whatever you think please do not think that!”

You could feel his cheeks become wet

“MC, I promise I will help you, I will see everything for you. I will become your eyes.”

I will protect you forever, for this life and beyond, because it is you who gave me life

Saeran

“This is what she did to you!”

Saeran’s voice echoed throughout the whole room as he clutched at you, the only person in the world he’d ever loved

One of your eyes was purple and red, no white was left in it, that side of your face was also cut up, and Saeran was shaking in fury

“If she wasn’t dead already I would’ve sent her to Hell!”

You tried to comfort him, but he was beyond that

“How, how could that damn woman do this to you!”

“Saeran, please, please; don’t. I don’t want to think about it.”

He immediately shut up, instead staring at you

“Are you okay, do you need something? One minute!”

He ran out of the hospital room, only to come back five minutes later with a tub of ice cream

“Here, to make you feel better.”

You took the vanilla, and despite all your efforts you began to cry

“What’s wrong MC?!” He rushed over to you

“I, I just wish that I could see you smile with both eyes, you love ice cream so much! And I’ll never see your smile when you eat it ever again.”

You were crying harder and he enveloped you in a hug

“Then I will make sure you will still be able to see my happiness.”

And he kissed you softly

You leaned in, needing the warmth, something to remind you this was real

“And I promise to make sure you will be able to see whatever you want. The leaves in the fall, the blossoms in the spring, I promise you will still be able to see the beauty, I will make sure of it.”

He stroked your hair and you listened to his heartbeat, nodding

I will make sure you will be able to see it all…

Another long one! Oh my God I’m so tired! Honestly I will try to do another tomorrow, but I might have to take a break!! I have stuff to do lol! Either way I will do my best! Enjoy!

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I came in with a storm 2182002 straight from the gods to a hospital in Maryville Tennessee

My existance called for change, leaving the couple im told to know as mother and father to divorce

I was put in a family of a brother and a sister and on one side i had mor cousins than i could count and the other seemed to be the ones who brought me here , with so many similarities with me

Growing up i was always smiling despite the constant aruging, verbal abuse, and later on physical abuse. I smiled becouse ,be it the gods, something told me id be just fine, that its all to change soon.

I was right.

Now ages 0-2 where pretty blurry

But from what i remember of 3-6

I met new siblings called step siblings and met this woman suppose to be a step mom. I didnt like them right away, i didnt really know why. But i treated them kindly likely becouse someone mentioned in a movie you should treat others how you liked to be treated. Now at this point i spent all my years in this big house doung whatever i wanted, i knew whats up and in this big house i was a bug but i was the king bee. No one ever stepped on my toes.

Now i didnt have much toys so i used my hands, i named them bith friends.

Which was kinda sad but they provided lots of entertainment when i was bored un school . I also spent my days watching drake and josh,icarly, and basically a bunch of nick and cartoon network shows from the 90s to early 2000s. One night i remember the mother coming to the house to sleep in the gym room. I had told her and my aunt that id sleep with them that night so i kept going back and forth rooms, aunts to the left,the other yo the right. At one point i got sick of it and sat in the middle of the hall looking out the door up the stairs directly obove me. I don't think i ever chose. I remmember mamaw worked for a jewlery company and we attended a christmas ball thing once, thus i descovored i loved christmas

Until around age 5, i realised i didn't care about school, loved christmas, felt lonely on Halloween and that everyone around me wasnt like me. Or perhaps i wasn't like them,,around that age someone who was suppose to be a cousin had me do some griss things with him. When we where cought with him on top of me, we where sat in the courner. Thats all that was done about it. Now ive always been very asexual, so i saw the act as a performance of sorts and truly didnt care as it ended shortly after. Until i was kicked off my thrown and moved out with the step siblings and that father. I was treated unfairly but found it hard to care. The step brother about two years older than me started demanding im to kiss him which i thought was gross. But he said if i didnt, hed tell on me. Given he was the favorite and had actual pull in the house i had no choice but to comply. Which i didnt but hed make me. At this time id go to the mothers house every other weekend to see my sister, eat pizza, and watch 90s cartoons or Madagascar. I swear i memorized that movie. Now the kissing eacalated through out the years into worse and worse things. But i honestly never put much thought in it. I was unattached from each side of the family already so i didnt care. My memory of these years are blurry due to repression. Not the kind youd think though.

See a memory that came back to me i was about age 7. I went outside in a fit and as i walked the wind seemed to kick up and i raised my hands at the side of me slowly making it kick more. I stud on a stump and remeber making a leaf tornado. I was very happy with my work. But at these times i was being told magic was evil from the mother. I figured it was magic, got off of the stump and stomped inside.

From 7-9 i descovored more abilities almost yearly. I noticed id think of a shows episode or a line in the episode and no matter what id see that exact scene the day of or week after. It happened all the time. Id also be sitting in the car on hot days wanting a drink but knowing enough that they'd never stop for drinks. Id think this or a specific question about a person ir thing and some out, like my brain would go silent fir a moment. Then right after, one of the people in the front seat would ask that question, anwser it,or announce we're stopping for drinks.This happend so often that i assumed they had mind reading powers,i even asked them. They always said no thiugh.Another one seemed to be just magic ,like id want something to happen and the moment im not thinking about it, it just happens. Which sounds amazing but keep in mind i was trying to repress these abilities as much as i could along with memories of them so itd build up. Like when you're young and mad you might think about wanting something bad to happen to somone whoes mean to you. Now with this ability if you wanted it, just for a second, its long enough to do damage. Which,wasnt fun. Also one day i had a watch and said out loud that id descovor time... perhaps i have a time ability. I forgot to mention, when you try to repress things like this, you get KILLER headaches all the time. Like yiu cant run or jump or talk loud without feeling like your head was going to expload. I also made killer storms when angry. And i was always angry. But my abilities are fight or flight activated so itd never hurt me. Sometimes id black out and look off in a direction and use one of my powers. Like i couldn't control it, it had to get out. One time i was in a car, got angry, abd looked out a window,my mind went silent as i looked at a truck that was suppose to stop at a red light then looked at the tip of our car slowly until i was blasted back to reality as the truck hit our car. We span to the middle of the road, the two people in the frount seat crying and screeming as i sat their completely untouched with a shocked look on my face.

I remember the mother teaching the brother hiw to ride a bike,she didnt have time to teach me as well so i looked at what they where doing, hopped on my bike and flew down the hill. Now i didnt exactly know how to stop it so i mightve went down the hill straight into a tree. However, i got back up laughing my ass off and learned those little grippy things on the handles can stop the bike when needed. I then knew how to ride the bike and went flying down the hill again.

Now from 8-10 ish we lived in a house on a hill with a creek at the bottom and a church to the side. I spent those years unallowed to get on the internet, loving tv, trying to gather enough food to actually eat, saving pinnies to get 15cent candy and ever ran a little store to cell old toys. We also had an old schoolhouse in our backyeard and woods to play in, which i did often. It genuinely felt like i was growing up in a different time period as i hunted for crawdads and heard the rasist or homophobic rants from the father and step mother.

Now from about 8-11 i was shown back to the future, doctor who, and the joy of mac and cheese by my sister. The 9th doctor was my first him id seen, and i loved him and the show. Because up until this point id felt alone but he made me feel completely not alone. I also descovored i wanted to be a scientist, not even really knowing what that is yet. The gross things stopped for the most part. Also i picked up a camera phone for the first time making a video where i killed a stick and even crushed a berry to make it look of blood.

I thought it was so badass. At this point id visit the mothers house everyother weekend and sometimes go to mamaws every other other weekend. Mammaws being where my thrown originally was, although they moved to this town called oak ridge. Now i loved oak ridge. It was the original time bomb town. Ive also always had a weirdly strong connection to albert enstine whom was there. I swaer i genuinely was Nikola Tesla in a past life, he was an asexual scientist with cool hair and pure sass. The mother also moved to oak ridge. Her house had a tierswing made by my sister. I loved it there, it was a perfect time capsule until one night. We had just got there and i was playing with my binderoos as my sister was started getting yelled at by the mother. She was screaming, i think my sister threw a party or something. Then my sister got up just kinda talking her points out as the mother yelled and yelled then my sister started yelling. Then out if nowhere the one we've been calling mother, we'll now call "T" , slaped the glasses off of my sister. My sister looked shocked then left the house as T screamed. Now everytime id go over to her house shed make it seem like she was the good one, like he was evil. At this moment i knew for sure, neither of them where the good guys. So i grabbed my sisters glasses and fixed them with my bendaroos. What makes it worse is that my sister came to her house after being abused at mamaws. She knew that and still hurt my sister.

I never stopped smiling. I always knew itd get better.

Age 12 , the step brother sent false claims about my sister, leaving it to wear we couldn't see her for months that felt like years

She tought me that no one could tell me i wasnt what i wanted to be, even if it was a ninja . She tought me to fight ,how to get out of trouble, and told me stories of her stealing at my age. I only ever stole food or tiny things as we rarely had any

And now people at mamaws started ordering me around more , getting meaner , or perhaps they where always mean i just didnt care enough to catch it

I also watched harry potter for the first time and related very VERY much.

2012

We left that house with the creek and that step mother and where off to live at mamaws

Which i loved dearly as ut was the only place i was allowed to exist with out being hit or pushed or screamed at and i could go online

I descovored i love 50s music and shane dawson

I also started going to the elementary school across the street. Now with schools over the years, at first i just didnt care because it was easy and boreing, then it began where i couldnt pay attention as hard as i tried. Id look at a book and have a whole movie in my head playing about a magic book or something where ozzy Osborne came to my school to sing crazy train and hug me ...which i thought about a lot. Then the teacher would call me out for not paying attention, but it was never on perpous id just check out.i also had a habbit of always having teachers who hated me like one time in like first grade a teacher said i was in trouble and moved my car back (which was a paper car on a paper road that youd get rewarded for if you got far or punished if you got taken back). When she did that, i made it obvious that i gave no shits by sitting and saying nothing as she yelled. Hen she moved it firther back when seeing no reaction from me. Then further. Then straight up just called the father who we'll now call V. To another teacher who lout laud to the class said her dog writes neater than i.So my grades where never too good

From 2012-2014

Every morning for school at mamaws id get a little coffee, watch a little of the morning news, then head off

Every night i could, id watch boondocs or family guy with my little cousin who was basically my little brother at this point and drink some chocolate milk

Every other week, i think, we'd get our allowance and go to the same walmart on fridays to spend it

It was the most like a family sitch i think id ever had

I remember my first day of middle school, and listening to "makes me happy" by drake bell on the bus, even coming back to do homework and eat butterscotch chips for cookies

That being said after being there until middle school me and the other brother was taken by V to see his new house

I didnt want to go nor stay and i made that very clear. Something seemed,,off.

Then sure enough on the way there v told us he got back with the step mother we'll call the L (hehe)

And that they're now renting the house we're going to together

It was hell, i had to share a room with that step sister , it was back to rarely having enough to eat, virbal abuse, and general bullshit all the time

On top of that, because in oak ridge the age for middle school was one year below the requirement for this new town , i was sent back to an elementary school