#howl o scream really is that girl

[ionlycareabouthhn]

Howl o Scream was incredible yet again. Last night was everything I needed

[pepprs]

currently.

[togament]

𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄.

sakura, ume, suo, kaji, kiryu, endo, togame.

"ever imagined how it'd be like to be in the mood with them but damn it. You're separated by distance? Mhm. I got just the thing for you."

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: PHONE SEGGS UH OH!, language language swearing swearing, AFAB!reader, ume switchy :o, endo's a fucking menace :((((, TOGAMMMMEEEEEEE *howls!!!!! barks foaming at the mouth*, toy usage, your man straight up “jorking it” and by it haha well lets justr say his peanits, degradation on endo's part--general seggsy time stuff and needy boyfriends, NSFW STUFF MINORS DON’T INTERACT PLS.

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀.

✦ gotta guide him through it. At first, he didn’t really see the appeal of it. Why do it over the phone when you could meet up instead. ✦ but OH once he’s in the zone though, ONCE HE UNDERSTANDS? SEES THE LIGHT????? I’m wishing your pussy good luck because you’re doing it often. ✦ your phone rings sometimes at 2 am and you’re met with a panting Sakura. He sounds so apologetic too — he’s fought against calling you and just handling it himself. But he couldn’t help it. He has to call you. To hear you. ✦ “Strokin’ my cock right now. F-fuck m’sorry but can ya touch yourself for me too? Couldn’t get ya outta my head and I—ngh.. Need t’cum. Please, baby. It’ll be quick. Promise.” ✦ narrator’s voice: it was in fact, not quick at all. ✦ he likes sending over voicemails at night when he knows you're alone, when he's needy (which is often). ✦ it's mostly just of him panting into the receiver, recalling the events of the day and how each thing you did turned him on. You often end up sending each other voicemails to quench the thirst but god damn it. That doesn't come close to fucking.

𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀.

✦ another one of the ":o I don't see the appeal of phone sex when we could just see each other instead?" gang. He sees the vision real quick when you dropped something while you were talking though. You bent down to pick it up and let out a soft grunt. He couldn't stop his mind from wandering. ✦ BIG ON PRAISE. GRUNTS AND SIGHS INTO THE RECIEVER LIKE HIS LIFE DEPENDS ON IT. LOVES DOING IT WHILE HE'S LAYING DOWN, PANTS HURRIEDLY UNBUCKLED AND MESSY, SHIRT HAPHAZARDLY THROWN TO THE SIDE. PHONE WEDGED IN BETWEEN HIS CHEEK AND SHOULDER WHILE HE STARTS STROKING WITH ONE HAND AND THE OTHER TANGLED IN HIS HAIR, GRIPPING IT LIKE YOU WOULD--(gets dragged off stage kicking and screaming) ✦ big switch. He's Umemiya, after all. He's the feared and respected leader of the Bofurin for a damn reason. Very sweet when he's just in the mood on a random day, chuckling in between because that's just how the both of you are. It's fun! But when he hasn't seen you for a couple of days? Oh FUCK. When his voice would normally grow soft and whiney, has morphed into growled responses with him fucking his fist desperately, trying to remember how your cunt would swallow him whole. ✦ "G-Good girl, my good fuckin' girl. Filling your pussy up with that dildo you bought? Not good enough, huh?" he adds, grunting as he's imagining you fucking yourself with the dildo, panting and unsatisfied, knowing full well you need him filling you up instead. "I really miss you, babe. You'd look so pretty-gh-! Underneath me right now. So pretty." ✦ cums hard every time you're on call, grunting and wheezing out your name so desperately you almost feel like he's trying to summon you somehow. ✦ Thanks you for it too. It's cute!!! Ends with both of you cleaning yourselves up, still on call. You both often fall asleep together with your phones still on.

𝐒𝐔𝐎.

✦ you both call often. He just loves hearing your voice! Thing is, you never know when he's in the mood. But he somehow can tell whenever you are. What gave it away? Was it the way your breathing stilled when he let out a sigh when he stretched? Was it the way you tripped over your words when he lowered his voice just a tad? Was it when you were left speechless when he praised you for finishing a task you were putting off? Was his teasing working on you? Whoopsies. ✦ INSTRUCTIONAL WITH IT. He’s so good at directing you what to do. ✦ “Want you to imagine my fingers, dove. Why don’t you ease just two in for me? That’s my girl. Now curl them up a little. Keep your mind on me." ✦ you want him to feel good too :(((((( so you ask for him to do the same as you. Of course, he lets you beg a little first. Little did you know he was already fucking his fist before you even started. ✦ has one of your clothes or panties close by because he loves smelling them. He loves your scent. It helps him get off. Hell, he gets horny in public when he takes a whiff of your perfume. ✦ he gets more vocal when he cums and that’s when you KNOW for sure he’s jacking off while listening to you. String of expletives and grunts escape his lips while he spills onto his hand, dribbling down his knuckles while you’re riding out your high.

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓.

𝐊𝐀𝐉𝐈.

✦ FILTHY. FILTHY. FILTHY. ✦ doesn't have much toys but he has a tenga flip and uses it whenever he calls you. Can’t just go full hand and lube. (Probably has a warmer for it too. Mhm. Yeah.) ✦ another "clothes stealer". Has stolen your panties and shirts a couple of times. ✦ you can hear the wet squelching through the phone whenever he thrusts. Whether it’s lube or his cum, you could never ever tell. ✦ AGAIN, FILTHY. SO SO SO SO FILTHY. ✦ “y’getting off to this, huh? Listening to me fuck my toy? Fuckin’ know you’re soaking wet for me now. Lemme hear it. Lemme hear my pussy.” ✦ “keep up with me. Don’t you fuckin’ cum until I say so.” He barks, but he ends up cumming before you. He’s still pumping his sensitive cock waaay after he’s released though. He wants to hear you fall apart. ✦ bites back his whimpers but when he cums? Jesus. He’s stuttering out your name, repeating it like a damn prayer.

𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐔.

✦ HAS SO MUCH TOYS HOLY FUCK. ✦ he sends over photos of them before he calls, wanting you (yes YOU, dear reader!) to pick the toy of the night!!! ✦ he’d much prefer doing your mutual masturbation over facetime but you suggested a voice call. Who is he to deny his princess? ✦ always opens with a syrupy sweet, “How’s my baby?” and eases you into it with him. He never starts without you or without your express approval. If you’re suddenly not in the mood, he gets it. It happens sometimes. You guys could just talk instead. ✦ praise praise praise. Whispers the raunchiest and sweetest things to you. Talks you through it, guides you. HE’S WAY TOO GOOD. ✦ “Need my pretty princess right now. Need ya to sit on my face—taste so good. Fuck… Your pretty little moans too. I’m addicted.” ✦ “Remember when I did that thing you liked with my tongue? Yeah? Want you to do that on your clit with your fingers. Circle around it f’me, princess. Mhm.. Oh? Not good enough? Need my piercing on it? Naughty.” ✦ PORNOGRAPHIC MOANS. SO FUCKING PRETTY??? You’ve asked for his permission to record some of them. Of course he lets you. ✦ sends photos of the aftermath if you want him to. His cum on his still clenched abs, his trimmed happy trail, over his belly button piercing. Yum. ✦ HAS DEFINITELY POSTED ON GWA YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.(it’s JOI too :(((( he’s secretly dedicated some audios for you. May or may not have accidentally whispered your name in one of his jerk off with me audios too :(((((((( man I’m sobbing into my pillow. Nobody touch me.)

𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎.

✦ you can’t look at this man and say he’s shit at phone sex. You can’t convince me otherwise. You just can’t. ✦ of course, he’s absolutely cracked at talking dirty to you. It’s always a mix of praise and degradation with him. ✦ he’d be happy if you just sent him nudes, really. But he’s over the moon once you suggested to do it over a call. Immediately is palming his hard on through his jeans while he’s waiting for you to pick up. Opens with a casual little, “hey, honey,” you wouldn’t know he’s practically going to town on his cock, hot to go. ✦ with how sweet he could be to you, he could be so, so fucking mean too. ✦ “My, my. That was such a pretty sound you just made. Wanna do that again for me? Wanna hear my pretty little cockslut begging for me while I fuck my fist. Yeaaah, just like that. Louder.” ✦ the type to send in voicemails at random times of the day. You know they’re exclusively for you since he’s practically chanting out your name while he fucks himself. You’ve made the mistake (plenty of times) of listening to some of them in public. Thank god your phone wasn’t on full volume but people definitely heard your boyfriend fucking his fist. ✦ you put him in his place when you get home by tying him down to the bed and edging him to hell and back and back again and back again and back again and—

𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

✦ THIS MANNN…. He knows how to use his voice. He KNOWS HOW TO USE HIS VOICE SOMEONE HOLD ME THE FUCK BACK— ✦ he really doesn't like texting. So you both often call each other at the end of the day when you're apart. You're often apart too, with work and with it taking you to different cities. He's home alone at your apartment with your pets, with your clothes beside him on the couch. See where this is going? :-)) ✦ "Miss ya. Fuck, I really miss ya. Even the cats miss yer constant yappin'-" he teases and he's palming his cock through his gray sweatpants when he hears you shoot a clever quip at him. "Mhh-doll, I really do fuckin' miss ya. Especially when we wake up in the mornin'? Yeah. When ya press yer ass up against me, miss how ya know how to touch me just right-" "Jo, are you touching yourself right now?" he has the gall to chuckle. "Wanna see?" He was so ready to switch to facetime, to show you how he's lazily dragging his fingers up and down his throbbing cock, gray sweatpants pulled down just enough to pull it out. But you wanna stay on the call. You're rushing to your bed, hand in your shorts as soon as you lay down. ✦ likes dirty talking. LOVES when you talk dirty to him back. He's whispering phrases like, "mhm, yeah?", "what do ya want me t'do to ya when you get back?", "what else, angel?" prodding you on, urging you to express your deepest desires to him because he's NEEDY NEEDY NEEDY. (He knows you're as eager as he is too) ✦ wants to cum with you so he edges himself until you say you're almost there. Wants to match your pace and tries to by listening to your breathing, the rhythm of your moans. Never fails to tell you he loves you after he cums. ✦ promises a huge surprise for you when you get back :-)

a/n: THESE WERE SO FUCKING FUN TO DO RRRRAAAAAHHHHHHHHHRHRHR!!!!!!!!!!!!! *insert werewolf ripping clothes open meme here* I hope you guys like it. The brainworms are wriggling mighty strong.

[chaoticladyfire]

Things I screamed about in ATSV (spoilers)

-Got to rewatch the film so I’m just going to add the colours changing to warmer tones when Gwen hugs her father. Not even ten minutes in and I was already crying.

-Realised that we missed the Gwen-Vulture fight BUT got to see Jessica Drew enter the scene like a bad ass in her bad ass bike and hearing the audience collectively say ‘me too’ when Gwen asked if Jessica could adopt her. 

-Screaming OSCAR ISAAC when Miguel spoke

-Lyla. Just Lyla.

- ‘Do you say anything other than no?’ ‘No-YES!’ more of miguel and jessica pls

-The Spot’s introduction. I didn’t see any promotional stuff, teasers or even trailers before watching this film so I had no idea who or what the The Spot was which was great because he really went from villain of the week to villain of the movie. And they clearly had a great time choreographing the fight scenes with him

-Miles’ heating up the beef patty while the spot and the convenience store man argue

-Miles patting the spot’s with a ‘good cow’ text

-Gwen and Miles both having to deepen their voices to avoid being recognised by their respective cop dads

-Miles saying that he can get two cakes when the counsellor says you can’t have your cake and eat it too and then bringing two cakes for his father’s party and neither of them saying what he wanted to convey. 

-Rio and Jeff scolding an annoyed miles but instantly smiling when a relative hugs them what an universal experience 

-Gwen teasing Miles for drawing her in his notebook almost obsessively but also breaking the biggest rule to spend time with him knowing the consequences. 

-As they went to talk, my friend leaned over and said ‘yeah I bet they will talk’ and when they only talked he groaned very loudly at which point I had to remind him Miles was only 15 

-Watching Jeff talk to Spiderman about his son not knowing his son is spiderman

-The DJ increasing the volume when Miles’ parents started scolding him in the middle of the party (the real mvp of the movie actually) 

-JK Simmons cameo that no one seems to be talking about??? Embarrassingly enough I had to literally scream into my friend’s ear for most of the people to realise it was indeed JK Simmons

-Just the entire Mumbattan scene. It was so exciting to see my city be represented like that, still a bit cliched in my opinion but not like Slumdog so obviously they have updated their views. Everything from the traffic gag to Pav’s rant about chai tea had the theatre howling. Also the detail of the thought boxes (?) and sounds being written in Hindi 

-Screaming DANIEL KALUUYA

-My friend and I are huge fans of the UK punk scene (her for the ideologies and myself for the music and fashion) so Hobie was a dream come true. He was already super cool with his guitar and mohawk costume but when he revealed his face it was just so amazing

-Gayatri is every indian’s dream girl with her modern shirt-flannel and jeans combo mixed with bangles and piercings I really wish we get to see more of her in the next movie. Anyway there was a lot of wolf-whistling and hooting for her and Pav

-Also Pavitr literally means pure I don’t know if they did that on purpose or not but I love it

-His pet name being Pav cured my soul

-’This is the most emotional I have seen him’ and Captain Singh has no emotions at all

-I want to see how they came up with so many spider designs because each was so unique and immediately endearing. My friend who is also a big dinosaur fan screamed DINOSAUR 

-Kind of obsessed with how detailed Ben Reilly’s arms are they did not need to go that hard with it

-Tom Holland’s Spider-Man being referred to as ‘the little nerd’ by Miguel

-When everyone was making puns about the Spot my friend leaned over and said ‘i wonder which hole the spot prefers’ it is a miracle we are still friends actually

-The Donald Grover cameo!!!

-Peter B Parker having a cute little baby with the love of his life is what he deserves

-Miguel O Hara is one step away from becoming a Batman-Spiderman 

-Hobie’s admiration for Mayday being the avatar of chaos Spider-baby

-Screaming ANDY SAMBERG

-I think they saw the appreciation for the art style in the previous film and then trebled it for this film and I cannot thank them enough for it

-Peter complaining about how Miguel breaks the Spiderman tradition of being funny and witty and Miguel being the first anomaly 

-Every scene with the Spot is very unnerving because as I said, you watch him transform from this joker to a literal void of vengeance and it is every bit of terrifying

-Miguel is a man suffering from the destruction of an entire universe because of his selfish actions and forcing that anomaly narrative on a fifteen year old boy who became a spiderman on accident and doesn’t want his father to die because of that. Unlike the Spot, who isn’t even human anymore, Miguel is drowning in grief and guilt and trying to ignore it by holding the weight of the spider-verse on his shoulder. I hated him so much for making a boy go through that but then I just couldn’t in the end. 

-Andrew Garfield and Tobey Maguire cameo!!! Hopefully we’ll get a fun Tom Holland one too in the next movie.

-’Let me guess, he died?’ being a therapist for Spider Men must be a fairly boring job after a few patients.

-I just loved the absolute of wrongness of the scene where Miles returns ‘home’. The rain and darkness. I didn’t really think about Rio asking Miles what happened to his hair because I thought she was referring to the rain (although of course she wouldn’t ask him why his hair was wet when it was obviously raining outside) but realised something was wrong when he didn’t know about comic con but she did because in the first film there’s a joke about Peter B Parker explaining the concept to Miles. 

- This movie is not good for my father related issues

-The glaring neon welcome sign when the gang end up in Earth 42

-How did Uncle Aaron get even scarier? 

-Miles being the Prowler is honestly a great twist I saw it coming but still felt the shock of the reveal

-Prowler Miles having an accented voice meaning his father probably died when he was young and he only had his mom growing up

-Can’t wait for the original spider team to return for the third film seeing as they brought back Spider-Man Noir and Spider Ham and Peni Parker

-Screaming WHAT when the ‘to be continued’ appeared because that cliffhanger is absolutely destructive. All that adrenaline and excitement just popped. I’m still oscillating between being impressed and being disappointed. 

I probably skipped over a lot of other scenes because these were the most memorable and I only watched the film once (unfortunate) but I can’t wait for the movie to hit streaming services and watch it again and again for all the other details I missed. Ill probably keep adding things as I remember

[pshcomforts]

➳ love lee | psh.

idol!sunghoon x fem!reader

“so lovely day, so lovely”

synopsis: you and your idol boyfriend, sunghoon decide to do the tiktok dance challenge — ‘love lee’

warnings/content: written in third pov. cursing. not proofread. fluff! reader’s a little mean but sunghoon likes it (lol). hoon is down bad <3

comments, likes, and reposts are appreciated :)

word count: 1.1k

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current song playing: love lee by akmu

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

0:47 ────|─────────────── -2:11

the day dawned on coming to high noon. y/n and sunghoon comfortably laid against each other while mindlessly on their phones.

“hey hoon?” she called to him.

“hm?”

“let’s do this dance,” she sheepishly said. the girl shoved her phone to his face with a shy grin.

“this dance?”

hoon moved the phone away with an eyebrow raise. “didnt sunoo do this dance?” he snorted.

y/n rolled her eyes with a soft smile forming afterward. “yes… but i want to see you do it too!”

“so you want me to do the dance, or you want to dance to it together?”

his lips curled into a sweet smile as he watched his girlfriend get flustered.

“either one…”

“let’s do the dance together, gorgeous.”

y/n snickered in laughs as a response while smacking the boy multiple times.

“whatever loser, let’s just learn it together.”

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

minutes passed by within seconds and the furthest they have gotten were seven drafts saved.

“hoon, you’re doing that wrong!”

“no i’m not, you are!” he teased.

sunghoon’s loud laugh boomed throughout the apartment as he enjoyed watching her get slowly frustrated.

“park sunghoon! you always do good in your tiktoks, why aren’t you getting this?”

“clearly, you’ve never seen the behind the scenes of my tiktoks; and plus, are you really telling your idol boyfriend how to dance properly?”

he cracked a smile while watching her roll her eyes, half playfully and half out of irritation.

“you know, for someone who’s an idol, the way you still struggle on some parts is a bit disappointing.” y/n teased back with a sneer.

hoon huffed out a laugh while saying, “come on, don’t be like that, gorgeous.”

she couldn’t help but feel her lips automatically turning into a smile from the nickname. she sent a soft smack to his arm while telling him to just retry again.

and so they did.

but in all honesty, he was purposefully messing up just to be a teasing ass to his girlfriend. he enjoyed doing tiktok videos with her; watching her become serious over something so small was a euphoric feeling to his heart.

“hoon…,” she said in a threatening tone. her head slowly turned to the boy who was holding back a smile. “stop messing up!”

y/n sent a hand flying to his arm again, but he pushed it away. “hey, i’m just trying to give you video drafts so you can look back at them when you miss me!” he defended with a wide beam.

“you’re so annoying loser!” she screamed back in the same energy. her grin became just as wide as his as their giggles mixed together in the living room.

“okay, okay! one more y/n, i swear it’ll be good this time.”

the sound blasted through the room again after the last eight attempts. y/n and her smitten boy subtly admired each other through the phone camera as they danced together.

✩ ‘spell L-O-V-E-L-E-E’ ✩

within seconds before the video ended, the handsome boy quickly moved in to plant a kiss on his girlfriend’s cheeks. the recording came to a stop as soon as her face lit up in shock.

hoon licked his lips before huffing out howls of laughter. his eyes sewed shut while he grabbed his stomach to sustain the pain welling inside. “y..your reaction,” he wheezed out whilst giving a bright smile.

y/n stood there in shock for a second. it was just a kiss on the cheek but it was still very sudden.

“hoon!!” she yelled, groaning out slightly annoyed sighs. many smacks on the arms were sent to him as he just continued to laugh it out.

“okay! okay! i’m sorry!” he responded, trying to get her back in his arms.

she pushed the boy away — “nuh uh! that’s enough for today!”

he huffed out more laughter as his fangs went out on display. “let’s rewatch that,” he suggested with an eye smile.

“no!”

“oh come on!”

“hoon, i’m serious! why do you have to be like this..” y/n said, letting an annoyed expression show her tone.

“okay finee, i’m sorry” said the boy who was still giggling. his arms flailed around her body to engulf her into a hug. “i’m sorry, like actually.”

he sent pouty lips to his girlfriend, causing a grossed out groan to be heard from her. “how are you so cute and yet so ugly and annoying at the same time??”

sunghoon chuckled out his laughs before placing a kiss on her cheek. “maybe because i’m your boyfriend?”

“yeah that’s what you think.”

his head whipped to her — “am i not your boyfriend?”

“i don’t know hoon, are you??” she challenged, a mischievous grin forming on her face.

he quickly ruffled her hair before nodding with a slightly disgusted look. “fine fine, be petty like that. i know you’re my girlfriend anyway.”

“who said i was?”

the small teasings got to the male as his hands placed itself on y/n’s chin to grab her attention, and placing a peck on the lips. her eyes slightly widened.

“did you really just kiss me because of that?”

“yeah, want me to do it again?” he teased with a smile. his head swooped in to place a longer kiss on her lips, only for her to dodge the kiss with a head turn.

“Y/N!”

“NOPE!”

she ran to their shared bedroom, jumping onto the bed for sunghoon to jump on as well. his eyes lingered on hers as he gently smiled.

“you got nowhere to go now.” he broke out, eyebrows raising in satisfaction.

“you’re right..” y/n said in defeat.

her hands instantly went to his stomach, leaving tickling touches around his body as he squirmed around.

“AH!” he yelled, back now laying on the bed as he screeched out another cry for help — “Y/N!”

the girl laughed to herself in amusement, watching him fall apart with just tickles. “this is what you get for ruining my videos!” she grinned ear to ear as her hands still went around his body.

a few more minutes passed and they were still quietly giggling with each other. y/n stopped her tickles once she figured hoon received enough.

they were cuddled up in each other’s arms as his hands played around her nails, leaving nonexistent scratches as she was comfortably settled with him.

“wanna go make dinner?”

“in a bit, i’m comfortable.”

he chuckled at her response before pulling her in closer.

they stayed in the same position for a few minutes longer, ultimately deciding on going into the kitchen to finally make dinner.

the night ended with the two finishing dinner, and then in warm hugs on the couch for a late night movie — both falling asleep to the sound of the film playing before humming in contentment.

★・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・★

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

If you can, can you do medic with a s/o who is a werewolf and shows signs of it and tries to hide it? ty :3

Medic TF2 With a S/O who’s a werewolf

Warning: german “person”

Medic:

- What do you think he is? stupid? Medic knows something is wrong. He always does. Sickness never hides from him. Whether this be out of desperation to keep his job or genuine passion is ultimately up for debate. But nonetheless he keeps you alive, and he makes sure to angrily assert the fact that you’d rather have it stay that way.

- What are you hiding?! Surely it can’t be that embarrassing. If you die from an untreatable disease he can just revive you with his kritz medigun. An STD maybe? for some reason he assumes that’s what it is and why you won’t tell him. You feel like banging your head on the wall when he asks you that multiple times.

- Whenever he calls you a good boy/girl/baby you perk up and look at him with big beady eyes. He’s overall quite in awe how much you fit the “my partner is a Labrador” stereotype. Are you into petplay or some shit??? Don’t ask why horny thoughts crossed his mind. He doesn’t know either. Stop chewing on the end of his lab coat. He JUST had that tailored. NO HE WONT THROW HIS FUCKING UBERSAW FOR YOU???!!!

- Begins to grow concerned after there are random bouts of hair in his lab. Usually it’s only white feathers he finds. He runs the hairs through his microscope to check the patterns. That’s weird.. this is dog hair. It’s around the season that certain breeds begin to shed. He takes his eye away and puts his head in his hand. Did scout bring in a dog or some shit and refuses to show the others?

- You begin to grow anxious. He’s insisting on checking the hairs on your head.. Somehow you work your way around it.

- Medic keeps hearing howling every month and it’s left him wide awake. Because he knows full well that grey wolves aren’t native to new mexico, and he KNOWS what a coyote sounds like. Thats not a coyote. The poor doctor is staring at the ceiling all night and getting little sleep because of this. He’s not too worried about the possibility of being mentally insane (Because he believes he already is) but this is truly getting concerning at this rate. I mean come on. Grey wolves in the fucking desert? It must be a stray wolfdog that someone left out.

- Stares blankly at the large claw marks on the base walls for an uncomfortable amount of time… Maybe a bit of contemplating the smashed door too.

- Medic overall wouldn’t be too shocked to find out. If anything he’d be simply marveled, amazed and run intrusive studies on you. Properly diagnoses you with lycanthropy probably and offers to create a cure if you really want it gone. Now he’s going to (lovingly) make fun of you for this forever and ever. You’re honestly the least insane thing to happen to the mercs. Shit like this happens every halloween.

- Speaking of halloween, it’s quite fascinating that you maintain your form during this time for an elongated period just until scream fortress ends. Medic isn’t too thrilled about this however.. it’s going to take some time to get used to the fact he’s kissing a giant wolf.

[mieeaahhh]

All for the game characters as songs but only songs from my playlist and most of it doesn’t have any reason, It’s just the bugs living on my shoulder whispering it into my ear.

Neil Josten

-Dog Days Are Over by Florence + The Machine

-Dead Girl Walking from heathers

-That’s Life by Frank Sinatra

-Hounds Of Love by Kate Bush

-am i being followed…? By emily jeffri

Andrew Minyard

-forwards beckon rebound by Adrianne Lenkar

-Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division

-Dizzy Miss Lizzy by the Beatles

-Never Saw The Point by Cults

-I Wanna Be Your Dog by Mephisto Walz

Aaron Minyard

-emo boy by Ayesha Erotica

-Cool About It by boygenius

-William, It Was Really Nothing by The Smiths

-Nintendo 64 by Alex G

-Mama’s Boy by Dominic Fike

Nicky Hemmick

-HOT TO GO! By Chappell Roan

-I Don’t Wanna Be Funny Anymore by Lucy Dacus

-White Teeth Teens by Lorde

-Back To That Old House by The Smiths

-It’s Called: Freefall by Rainbow Kitten Suprise

Kevin Day

-Bubblegum Bitch by MARINA

-Literal Legend by Ayesha Erotica

-A Pearl by Mitski

-Army Dreamers by Kate Bush

-Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

Renee Walker

-Big Mouth Strikes Again by The Smiths

-Ptolemaea by Ethel Cain

-Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse

-P.U.N.K Girl by Heavenly

-Just A Girl by Florence + The Machine

Allison Reynolds

-Maneater by Nelly Furtado

-Good Luck, Babe! Chappell Roan

-all-american bitch by Olivia Rodrigo

-Paper Bag by Fiona Apple

-Funnel Of Love by Wanda Jackson

Seth Gordon

-Silver Soul by Beach House

-The Killing Moon by Echo & The Bunnymen

-Lights Out by Mindless Self Indulgence

-Breathing by Kate Bush

-Climbing Up The Walls by Radiohead

Matt Boyd

-Rollin’ by Limp Bizkit

-This Charming Man by The Smiths

-My Hero by Foo Fighters

-The Great Big Gig In The Sky by Pink Floyd

-Sweet Child O’ Mine by Guns N’ Roses

Dan Wilds

-Rue by girl in red

-Lovers Rock by TV Girl

-Girl Anachronism

-Christian Woman by Type O Negative

-Limp by Fiona Apple

Jeremy Knox

-Destroyed By Hippie Powers by Car Seat Headrest

-Heroes by David Bowie

-Jigsaw Falling Into Place by Radiohead

-The Perfect Girl by Mareux

-Starman by David Bowie

Jean Moreau

-insomniac by Memo Boy, Chakra Efendi

-Fireworks by Mitski

-Stupid MF by Mindless Self Indulgence

-The Murder Mystery by The Velvet Underground

-Down By The Water by PJ Harvey

Laila Dermott

-Howl by Florence + The Machine

-White Teeth Teens by Lorde

-Call Me by Blondie

-Bored by Laufey

-Mirror by The Last Dinner Party

Catalina Alvarez

-Burn Alive by The Last Dinner Party

-Shut Up And Drive by Rihanna

-Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen

-Hey Jude by The Beatles

-Pools by Glass Animals

Katelyn Mckensie

-Oh! You Pretty Things by David Bowie

-My Kind Of Woman by Mac DeMarco

-Valerie by TV Girl

-Good Vibrations by The Beach Boys

-Oh Woman, Oh Why by Paul and Linda McCartney

Cody Winter

-Exceptionally Sadistic by Monument Of Misanthropy

-Bullet With Butterfly Wings by The Smashing Pumkins

-It’s Only Sex by Car Seat Headrest

-Buried Alive by Radio Werewolf

-Chop Suey! By System Of A Down

Also I’m super cool and hip and cool so this is my playlists

[muffinsin]

👀 anon here again, really appreciate and enjoy your work! I have a different type of request this time if you were okay with it: a bit of hurt/comfort? Let's say their s/o gets hurt because of lycans or an attack on the castle or something, how would the girls react?

Oooooh they be going crazyyyy!

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Masterlist 2

Bela

You are her everything, and along with her family, a priority of hers

When lycans breach the castle, she is tasked with dealing with them

Her first priority is to clear the section she knows you’re in

If she can’t find you, she’s fast to freak out and go on a full spree to search the castle castle for you

Finding you struggling for your life on the floor, with a lycan on you, clawing and attempting to bite your jugular out, she sees red

Unbothered even if windows are smashed, she rips the mutt off you

Instantly, her pose is tense and defensive as she stands right in front of you, shielding you completely. You know nothing will get past her

It takes her only a moment to slay the mutt and have it howling at her feet, but she doesn’t grant it mercy. She ensures it will never hurt you again, so to speak

Whether small or big injury, Bela is the most worried she has ever been in her life, and this speaks volumes

She’ll scoop you in her arms and bring you to her room quickly, tend to your wounds as best as she is able to

The lycans aren’t her priority anymore, she knows they’re no threat to her family. She will, however, holler for her sisters to deal with them

And Black God bless them if they defy this command

Bela will be extremely tender with you, cleaning and fixing wounds, wrapping bandages around you

She will check your temperature and have you drink water, a bucket nearby just in case

She isn’t a healer by any means, but has educated herself enough by reading factual books regarding health and healing to have a general understanding of how to help you

For a week or so she won’t leave your side at all

She’s a little like a dog protecting its owner, and will snarl whenever someone gets too close. She is insanely protective of you, especially when you’re hurt

She will, however, allow Alcina near. She knows to trust her and is thankful whenever she offers information on how to treat humans and treat injuries- she knows she’s treated plenty

With her love and care you will be on the mend soon enough, and she even uses the opportunity to ensure you’re eating healthy and get enough nutrients

She’ll be sure you eat and even insist on feeding you at times, read to you and help you wash yourself, and, of course, cuddle you if you ask her to

Even once you’re back to full health, she is very reluctant to leave your side. Often she will randomly pop up next to you to ensure your safety

More often than not has she startled you by doing so, actually

In time, this will ease too, although Bela is always a tad more tense and protective whenever any situation could prove to be dangerous

Also, she has developed a deep hatred for Heisenberg’s creations. Not that she liked them in the first place

Cassandra

Cassandra is thrilled when she hears lycans have breached the castle. A free hunt? How exciting!

Then, however, she minds you. And more particularly, that she doesn’t know where you are, only that you aren’t locked away in her room for safekeeping

This makes her hunt a lot less enjoyable

Very much unlike her, she doesn’t take her time with her kills. She slays lycan after lycan, leaving behind a trail of blood and bodies

She’s full of adrenaline and worry, she needs to find you first

Despite feeling protective of her family too, it’s you who is her first priority. Her sisters have never expressed any difficulty dealing with the overgrown dogs, as she considers them. Her mother even less so. You, on the other hand…

When she at last hears your screams and quick heartbeat, her own increases drastically

She finds you, at last, bleeding a fair amount with a hand supporting you weakly. You’re pushed against the wall, blocking the lycan’s sharp teeth from closing on your skin with the leg of a broken stool

Before the beast has a chance to even break through the wood, she’s on it

A sickening crack is heard before the lycan falls and she pulls you to her

She’ll call out to you often and loudly, desperate to know you’re alive

Cassandra is quick to move you to the floor, and rips parts of the curtains to halt the bleeding slightly

She’s very careful with you, worried she will hurt you if she can’t control her strength. She’s angry at the lycans and it takes everything in her to be calm and precise with her movements

She has plenty experience with injuries, despite being the one causing them usually. Still, the sadist is familiar with the procedure of fixing humans up. Normally merely to ensure they keep living to be tortured more, but that is beside the point…

The room is completely blocked by her flies, killing any possible intruding lycans within seconds. She doesn’t even spare them a glance; despite being fun to taunt and hunt, they’re way beneath her

Once she knows the castle is cleared, she will move you to the large bed in her room, and properly tend to your wounds with gauze and bandages

All in all, you will be alright. She knows this, but still feels this insatiable worry, anger, fear for you and protectiveness

When she is assured you’re stable, she will ask her mother or older sister to look after you for a little while so she can blow off some steam in the dungeons.

Her hands are shaking with barely controlled anger

She provides you with water and baths, medicine and pain killers during your recovery

Also- she likes to be very close to you

Holding you is soothing to her. She doesn’t know what would’ve happened had she lost you. Those moments are likely the only ones she can be considered an overgrown teddy bear

Not unlike Bela, she becomes very protective. She won’t let maidens near you unsupervised and makes Daniela stay at the end of the bed, worried her younger sister might squeeze you in a hug and reopen your wounds (she most definitely would)

From there on out, she makes it a rule to stay where you are and lock yourself away during a raid. She knows she will find you in no time, but wants you safe and locked away until then

Cassandra might come across as harsh once you open your eyes, scolding you and yelling, though tears will soon enough dare slip from her eyes. She is always fast to wipe them away in hopes you didn’t see

She’s angry you got hurt, though not angry at you for getting hurt

She considers not leaving your side at all; although this ends when she attempts to tug you in the basement with her to tend to her “hobby” and you refuse with a pointed stare

Daniela

You are the first thing on her mind when she hears of the lycans

While normally taking her time to taunt and play with the mutts, she makes quick work of them this time

Being the fastest sister, she covers a lot of ground very fast, and in turn, smells your scent very quickly

She freaks out when she also smells the scent of your blood, however

Finding you tucked away in a corner of a hallway, brows furrowed in pain and holding your midsection, a lycan prowling towards you, she is quick to act

Your hair whooshes and your cheek feels cold as she is fast to grab the lycan by its fur

What must be hundreds of little flies pierce into it, eliminating it quickly even as it attempts to run off howling in pain

When she sees your state, her eyes are wide. She smells your blood, and hears your grunts of pain, and notices your injuries

And she has no idea what to do

She’s extremely caring of course, but caring for humans? Tending to injuries?

She scoops you up into her arms, shaking a little

Daniela moves so fast, you barely see what’s going on. Rooms and hallways blur, flies buzzing all around you is all you can hear

Being dropped on the large lap of Alcina Dimitrescu is shock enough to have you open your eyes again, though, no matter the amount of pain you’re in. And you’re not the only one. Shocked eyes stare down at you too

Daniela begs her mother to help, promises she’ll do anything if she saves her lover. She doubts you can understand her words

Alcina grants her her wish, naturally

Daniela feels at loss as she watches her mother work, but refuses to leave your side, even as all she can do is retrieve rags and bandages and alcohol and watch her the tall countess tend to your wounds

To her credit, Daniela tries to memorise what she does. She is an eager learner, and wants to care for you too

Thankfully, your injuries are treatable. Daniela wouldn’t know the difference, all she sees and smells is the blood covering your stomach

When she is told you will be alright, she is so thankful

So much so, she is held back from pouncing on you and cuddling you

She will definitely cry a lot, even during your recovery. She thought for sure you were lost

While on the mend, Daniela will just barely your side. It’s like she’s attached to you

She’s extremely cuddly and stays close,

Brings you food she knows you enjoy and bathes you. She tries her best to find you the medicine you want

Also, she has learned how to bandage you properly and change the bandages, and does so almost every few hours. She doesn’t want to risk an infection at all

Asides from this, she will shower you with gifts and cuddles. She’s so happy you’re still alive. She couldn’t lose a lover again, and she doubts she would ever recover from losing you

She definitely blames herself for letting you get hurt. She sometimes thinks it’s her fault for not getting there faster and taking the lycan out faster

The moment you assure her you’re well enough for it, she will hug you tightly and cuddle you properly

[strangerstilinski]

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐈 ✶ Teen Wolf Rewrite

Stiles Stilinksi/Original Female Character

TW | S2

chapter two

summary; as if the last month and a half hadn't been stressful enough — now there were a few more werewolves, a kanima, and a seriously disturbed old man added into the mix. but amber, stiles, and scott could totally handle this. it would be fine. everything was great.

word count; 7,965

chapter notes; pack recruitment doesn’t go quite as smoothly as derek had hoped. the whole gang tries to help when isaac finds himself in a tight spot on the night of his first full moon.

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c h a p t e r   t w o

shape shifted

"Are you sure you guys have to lock me up? I mean, I feel like things are gonna be a lot easier tonight." Scott repeated optimistically for the third time.

Stiles rolled his eyes as the two of them headed down the hallway toward the locker room to get ready for their morning practice, tugging the strap of his backpack more firmly over his shoulder.

"Yeah.. I, uh- I'd love to believe you, Scott. But-"

"I'm serious." Scott insisted, "It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same."

"Oh? No wolfy urges?" Stiles started, "You're not feeling any urges to kiss your unbelievably attractive and now, might I remind you, ridiculously unavailable best friends?" He asked pointedly, wincing at the mere thought of the way Scott had made a move on Amber the month before. Flashes of pink lipgloss smeared over Scott’s lips, Amber’s wide hazel eyes and bruised knuckles, the angry words that had been shouted back and forth between Scott and himself, all still fresh in his mind.

"Are you describing Amber or yourself?" Scott asked with a grin, amused with his own joke.

"I'm not going to respond to that. Because it wasn't funny." Stiles stated before continuing, "How about the urge to maim and kill people? Like us? Your best friends?"

"I swear I don't have the urge to kiss and/or kill either of you." Scott promised as they walked through the door into the locker room.

"Y'know, you say that now-" Stiles disagreed quietly, "But then the full moon goes up and out come the fangs and the claws and there's a lot of howling and screaming and running everywhere, okay?" He rambled off quickly, gesturing emphatically with his hands as they approached his locker, "And it's very stressful on me. So, yes. We're still going to be locking you up."

"Okay, fine," Scott conceded, leaning against the end of the lockers, "But I do think I'm more in control now. Especially since things are so good with Allison-"

Stiles' face pinched up in annoyance, "Yeah, I'm aware of how good things are with Allison."

"They're really good." Scott repeated suggestively.

"I- Thank you. I know." Stiles muttered.

Scott grinned and raised his eyebrows in insinuation, "I mean like.. Really good.."

"Alright! I get it!" Stiles snapped, "Just, please. Shut the hell up before I get the urge to maim and kill myself."

Scott looked at his best friend in amusement, "Why're you so bitter, anyway? I texted Amber last night. So I know you were planning on sleeping at her place. Alone.." He hinted, "I mean, didn't you guys-"

"No, we didn't." Stiles told him, readjusting his backpack over his shoulder again agitatedly, "I- Which is fine. I've been in love with this girl for nine years. Waiting a little bit longer isn't gonna kill me, I just. It doesn't mean I don't want to. Really bad."

He sighed as his mind unhelpfully supplied him with the same image he'd thought back to a million times in the last 12 hours — Amber, in nothing but the thin lace of her underwear, shivering, smooth skin pebbled with goosebumps, the muscles in her stomach clenched from the cold-

"-Like, all I think about doing every second of every day, bad." He rambled on, huffing angrily when his eyes caught on Scott's smug face again, "And it would just be a whole lot easier if I weren't listening to you brag about your incredible sex life, alright?"

"Okay, okay." Scott raised his hands in surrender and changed the topic, "Do you guys at least have a better plan than handcuffing me in my bedroom this time?"

Stiles nodded and moved to pull his locker open, "Yeah, much better-"

As the door to his lacrosse locker swung open, the sturdy metal chains that he'd stuffed in there haphazardly in preparation for the full moon slipped from the top shelf. They slowly and forcefully slid out to the tile floor of the locker room, clinking loudly as the long link of chains began to coil in a pile at their feet. Stiles made a few aborted motions to catch the mess but they were made in vain, the chains slipping through his hands as they fell until he simply dropped his arms to his sides with a wince.

Coach Finstock stepped up beside him and smacked his gum loudly in Stiles' ear, peering over his shoulder as the chains slowly fell and gathered in a heap. Stiles risked a glance back at the man and then around the locker room, shrinking back awkwardly under the judgemental gazes of the guys around them as the chains continued to fall, seconds stretching painfully slowly to prolong the embarrassment.

When the long chain finally finished piling up on the floor, the changing room was thrust into a stunned silence.

"Part of me wants to ask," Coach Finstock told him, eyes glued to the large pile of chains on the floor at his feet, "But the other part says that knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine." He confessed, taking a few steps and backing up slowly, "So, I'm gonna walk away."

"That's good," Stiles choked out, a pink flush on his cheeks, "That's a wise choice, Coach."

He quickly knelt down onto the ground to attempt to collect the mess so that he could stuff it back into his locker and Scott squatted down beside him.

Stiles' hands fumbled with the chains for a moment, his gaze drifting up toward his friend and pausing when he noticed Scott looking around the room distractedly. His friend's eyes raked over their teammates in a slow trail as he searched for something.

"You okay?" Stiles questioned after a few moments, watching his friend continue his survey of the room, "Scott?"

Scott's attention finally snapped over to Stiles with a frown, "There's another," He said vaguely, "In here. Right now."

Stiles blinked in confusion, "Another what?"

"Another werewolf."

Even though they'd skipped both first and second period to get coffee in an attempt to settle some of Lydia's nerves, the redhead still hesitated nervously outside the school building, both Amber and Allison watching her apprehensively out of the corners of their eyes.

"You okay, Lyds?" Amber asked softly, "If you don't wanna do this today, I'll take you home right now. I can just borrow Stiles' Chemistry notes and I'll go to classes after lunch-"

"I'm fine. I can do this." Lydia assured her, "I am not some emotionally scarred little girl who got lost on a hike, okay? I’m better than that. And I don't even remember it, so."

"You seriously don't remember anything?" Allison asked from the redhead's other side.

Lydia looked between her two friends with a sigh before delving back into the explanation she'd already given Amber that morning when she'd first picked her up and asked about her visit to the hospital the night before.

"They called it a 'Fugue State'. Which is basically their way of saying 'we have no idea why you can't remember running around the woods naked for two days.'" Lydia shrugged, "But personally, I don't care. I lost nine pounds."

Amber's hand went to Lydia's shoulder protectively, "Oh, cut it out, will you? You're gorgeous. Always."

Lydia rolled her eyes but didn't deem the compliment worthy of a response, hesitation seemingly gone as she reached out to wrap a hand around the door handle.

"Are you ready for this?" Allison checked again.

"Please," Lydia scoffed, "It's not like my aunt's a serial killer."

Without waiting for a response, Lydia pulled the door open and stepped into the building. Amber shot Allison a small grimace of sympathy and the other girl smiled weakly in response as they followed Lydia inside.

The hallways were crowded at the tail end of the fifteen minute morning break and it seemed as if every one of the students froze in their movements, all of the eyes in the busy hallway suddenly drawn to the reappearance of the girl they'd all been gossiping about since Winter Formal.

The heavy weight of the stares of their classmates had Lydia faltering in her steps once again and Amber stepped up beside her, hand settling on her friend’s back reassuringly.

"Maybe it's the nine pounds." Allison suggested slyly from Lydia's other side.

The comment seemed to jolt Lydia back into action and she tilted her head thoughtfully before stepping away from Amber's outstretched hand and strutting confidently down the hallway toward her locker. Amber scrambled to follow behind her, tugging her backpack straps tighter over her shoulders as she regained her footing and matched her friend's steps.

"Hey, I'm gonna head to Chem, but I'll talk to you later, okay?" Amber checked in quickly, watching as Lydia waved her hand dismissively and hummed, "Text me if you need anything, Lyds. I mean it."

"Honestly. You're worse than my mother, Amber." Lydia commented, flipping her hair over her shoulder as the three split apart at the intersection of the hallways, "If I suddenly have some life threatening emergency, you'll be my first call!" The redhead promised over her shoulder, waving her arm above her head without turning around and disappearing down the hall.

When she could no longer see her head of strawberry blonde hair amidst the throng of students, Amber finally turned only to flinch embarrassingly in surprise when she spun directly into Allison.

"Sorry!" Allison apologized quickly, "I thought you knew I was right behind you."

Amber's heart rate slowed after the sudden spike and she shook her head with an uneasy laugh, "It's fine, no worries."

They looked at one another in uncomfortable silence for a few seconds before Amber took a small step to go, Allison's hand snapping out quickly to wrap around her wrist in a gentle grip.

"Wait!" Allison pleaded, "I just- I wanted to talk to you for a minute. Y'know, without Lydia."

"Oh. Yeah, sure," Amber agreed easily, assuming the other girl wanted to talk to her about their red headed friend, "What's up?"

Allison released her wrist to rub her hand along her own arm uncomfortably, "I just- I know there's no real way to apologize for everything that happened.." She started slowly, "But, I still wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. Like, so unbelievably, ridiculously, and absurdly sorry. For everything."

Amber sighed, pulling at her backpack straps awkwardly, "Thanks, Allison." She said honestly, "I- That- It means a lot."

Allison's stiff posture slumped in what looked like relief, "Does that mean I'm kinda, sorta, a little bit forgiven?" She questioned hopefully with a dazzling smile.

"Kinda, sorta." Amber laughed quietly despite herself, holding up her hand to pinch her thumb and forefinger together and showing her the small gap of space between them, "A little."

Allison's smile widened, "I'll take it!" She laughed excitedly, bouncing on her toes and throwing her arms around the other girl in a hug. Amber laughed and hugged her back for a moment before Allison stepped back with a wide smile. "I'll let you get to class, now." Allison told her, smiling and giving her a wave before darting down the hallway toward her locker.

With an amused shake of her head, Amber turned back to head to the west stairwell and made her way toward Mr. Harris' room on the second floor.

The Chemistry classroom was nearly empty, so she settled in at one of the slightly larger tables near the back of the room and took the center stool out of the three that were squeezed in at the table, dropping her backpack to the ground at her feet. She hummed a tune under her breath and began to bounce her leg absentmindedly, her foot propped up on the lower rung of her seat as she waited for her best friends to join her.

When Scott and Stiles walked through the doorway together, they both seemed to stumble over their own feet at the mere sight of her and they picked up their pace as they rushed toward the table she'd claimed at the back of the room.

"Dude! Where have you been?" Scott asked immediately, settling into the stool on her left.

Her eyebrows furrowed at the tinge of anxiety in her friend's voice and she turned her head toward Stiles when he came around the table on her other side. He hugged her head to his chest in greeting and she reached a hand up to pat his back, nuzzling her nose into his shirt for only a second before she turned her head to speak.

"Allison and I took Lydia out for coffee before we came in-" She explained slowly, cheek still pressed against the soft material of Stiles' shirt. As he released her and sat down, she looked between the two boys on either side of her curiously, "Why, what's going on? Did something-"

"There's another werewolf." Scott told her in a harsh whisper.

"Isaac Lahey." Stiles cut in quickly.

Amber's foot slipped from the rung on her stool and she managed to catch herself with her hands, slapping them down on the tabletop loudly as he continued.

"And it gets better. He was pulled out of practice this morning and is gonna be taken in for questioning because, drumroll please-" Stiles tapped his fingertips on the surface of the table dramatically, "His dad's dead. They're thinking it might be murder and if Isaac's a suspect, we're all seriously screwed because somehow, I doubt the cells at the station are up to code for holding the supernatural."

Her eyes were wide. Derek had assured her everything would be fine. This was decidedly not fine.

"His dad's dead?" She squeaked.

"That's the part that got you?" Stiles asked in disbelief, "Not the sudden appearance of another teenage werewolf?"

"Wh- I.." She stuttered with a wince, pulling her pencil from the spiral of her notebook, desperate to have something between her fingers to fidget with, "I mean, it's just-"

"You knew didn't you?" Stiles interrupted, narrowing his eyes at her suspiciously.

"You knew Derek turned someone?" Scott whispered frantically.

She made a face, tapping her pencil eraser in a fast rhythm against the tabletop, "Technically, I knew he was planning to turn someone-"

"What!" Scott said a touch too loudly, looking around them sheepishly before training a harsh glare on Amber.

Stiles reached out to wrap his fingers around hers, pinning her fidgeting hand down against the table, "Amber. What the hell?" He said seriously.

"I'm sorry!" She apologized in distress, looking over at Stiles with wide eyes, "Derek promised everything would be fine because he was sure that Isaac-"

"If you three are finished, I'm going to start class now." Mr. Harris' voice cut out sharply.

Their attention snapped to the front of the classroom where their teacher was standing at the blackboard, a loathing look of annoyance on his face as he scowled at the three teens through his glasses.

Amber blinked in surprise and looked around the now full classroom. She hadn't even noticed the final bell ring.

"Sorry, sir." She apologized quietly as she felt Stiles' fingers retreat from where they'd been wrapped around her hand.

Mr. Harris glared for another few seconds in silence before he turned to the blackboard, grabbing a piece of chalk and beginning to write, the loud clacking filling the room every time the chalk tapped back down against the board.

"Why would Derek choose Isaac?" Scott asked in a hushed whisper, turning back to look down the table at his friends.

Amber bit down on her lower lip, eyebrows drawing together, hesitant to tell her best friends about herself being Derek's first choice, but equally reluctant to broadcast Isaac's abusive home situation.

Stiles watched her hesitation and he sighed quietly, leaning forward on the table to peer around her toward Scott as he spoke softly, "Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you, it could kill you," He said quietly, "Maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving."

Amber reached out under the table to squeeze his knee in silent thanks for covering for her and he gave her a small, tight smile in response.

"Well, he is a teenager. So, your dad can't hold him, right?" She asked Stiles quietly, smoothing her thumb along the outside of his knee.

He frowned in thought for only a fraction of a second, "Well, not unless they have solid evidence," He whispered in response, "Or a witness.. Wait-" His eyes narrowed and he whipped around, scanning the classroom for a moment before turning to the table beside them, "Danny." He hissed at the boy sitting a few feet away, "Where's Jackson."

Amber's eyes locked on the empty stool beside Danny that was usually occupied by the boy in question, her eyebrows furrowing.

"In the principal's office," Danny told Stiles, the look of confusion on his face revealing that he was surprised the three of them didn't already know, "Talking to your dad."

"What?" Amber whispered frantically at Danny.

"Why?" Stiles asked immediately after.

Danny shrugged, "Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac."

Stiles turned slowly on his stool, looking at Amber and Scott, jaw agape.

"Witness." Scott supplied quietly.

"Shit, fuck." Amber hissed under her breath, her hand abandoning Stiles' knee so that she could tangle her fingers agitatedly in her hair, elbows on the table in front of her.

"We gotta get to the principal's office." Stiles said quietly.

Amber looked up again with a frown, "How?" She and Scott questioned at the same time.

"Everyone please turn to page seventy-three." Mr. Harris announced as he finished up writing his notes on the board.

Stiles was quick to reach out for Amber's notebook and rip out a blank page, tongue pinched between his lips in concentration as he rolled it into a tight ball. She frowned at the messily torn paper in the notebook in front of her and was about to question him when her eyes were drawn to the small white bundle soaring through the air toward the front of the room. She watched with wide fearful eyes as the ball of paper bounced against the back of their teacher's head with a quiet smack before dropping softly to the ground.

Mr. Harris turned around sharply, furious eyes raking over the students behind him, "Who in the hell did that?" He asked angrily.

A few student's laughed and Amber balked, heart pounding with nerves in her chest. Her accusing finger came up to sell out Stiles in a flash, hyper-aware of the haphazardly torn notebook page sitting in front of her. Stiles pointed his own index finger over her head toward Scott, and the third boy gestured vaguely to his right in the direction of both of his friends.

Mr. Harris took an enraged breath, his jaw clenching as he gestured toward the classroom door, "Principal's office. All three of you. Now."

Amber swallowed nervously and nodded, attempting to quickly collect her books into a pile in her arms with fumbling hands and tripping over her stool as she stood to leave. Stiles reached out to steady her with a hand on her waist as she stumbled and the three of them rushed out of the classroom hurriedly.

When they stepped into the hallway, Amber reached up with her free hand to smack Stiles in the chest.

"Are you out of your mind?" She hissed as they fast walked toward the office.

"Sorry." He apologized weakly, tightening his hand around her waist and squeezing her hip in a way that brought infuriating tingles to her stomach, "Desperate times and all that."

Her face scrunched up and she huffed a sigh, knowing that he was right and they'd needed some way to know what Jackson was telling his dad. But it didn't mean she had to like it.

When they got to the hallway just outside of the principal's office, the boys quickly settled into the two chairs outside of the open door, all three of the teens dropping their books to the ground beneath them.

The secretary narrowed her eyes disapprovingly at the trio as they settled in, clearly having already gotten a call from Mr. Harris while they'd made their way to the office. Amber gave the woman a sheepish smile as she sat back against the armrests between the two seats, tilting her head as the three of them listened in on the voices coming from the office behind them.

"Listen to me," Sheriff Stilinski's voice said from the other side of the wall, "You're telling me you knew Isaac's father was hitting him?"

"Hitting him?" Jackson scoffed, "He was kicking the crap out of him."

Amber frowned at his words, finding herself angry on Isaac Lahey's behalf despite barely knowing him. As if he could sense the moral need for justice flaring up inside of her, Stiles reached up to rest a hand on her thigh where she was propped on the arm of the chair.

"Did- did you ever say anything to anyone?" The Sheriff asked, "A uh, a teacher? Parents? Anyone?"

"Nope." Jackson said easily, "It's not my problem."

"No, no. Of course not." The Sheriff agreed quietly, "Y'know. It's funny. That the kids getting beaten up are never the ones that deserve it."

"Yeah." Jackson agreed immediately, "Wait, what?"

Amber snorted a laugh.

"I think we're done here." Sheriff Stilinski announced.

The sound of footsteps approaching against the tile floor alerted them as the Sheriff and a deputy moved to exit the office and Amber was yanked roughly from her perch between the two chairs. She yelped quietly in surprise as Stiles hauled her down onto his lap and wrenched a magazine open in front of her face. Her hands reflexively came up to hold the edges of the glossy booklet and she raised it up to cover their faces just as his father stepped out into the hallway.

"Hi, Scott." Mr. Stilinski greeted slowly, his eyes flicking over to the seat beside the boy with an unimpressed look, "Amber." He added pointedly.

She peered around the side of the magazine, resolutely keeping it held up in front of Stiles over her shoulder, "Good morning, Mr. Stilinski." She greeted with a nervous smile, keeping her body determinedly still as she acted as a wall between Stiles and his father.

The man continued to look at her in disbelief for a few seconds before shaking his head and disappearing down the hallway without another word.

"Dude. You know he definitely saw you, right?" Scott asked Stiles quietly after a moment.

"Boys. Young lady." A voice addressed them from the door of the office, causing Amber to flinch from her perch on Stiles' lap as they all looked up at the old man who was decidedly not thirty year old Principal Thomas whom they'd been expecting, "Come on in." The old man summoned.

Amber scrambled to her feet and the boys followed suit, the three of them looking between one another in confusion as they followed behind the man and stepped into the principal's office.

There were three chairs waiting for them in the small room and Amber settled into the center seat with a nervous breath, looking around the office and frowning at the absence of their usual principal's things.

The older man settled into the seat behind the desk and picked up a small folder, peering inside for a moment before his gaze rose to examine Scott.

"Scott McCall," He drawled in a slow rasp, "Academically not the most accomplished.. But I see you have become quite the star athlete." He said, soundly mildly impressed.

Amber peeked over at her friend and watched Scott nod just before the old man picked up a new folder and spoke again, addressing her this time.

"Amber Callisto," He read off the top of the page, eyes lifting up to look at her with an indiscernible expression, "A 4.0 GPA and first line on the girl's soccer team." He commended in approval.

She nodded nervously at his assessment, picking anxiously at her thumbnail in her lap. She slumped in relief when he dropped her folder atop Scott's and moved on to another. She watched the old man squint at the page silently for a few seconds, undoubtedly trying to figure out how to pronounce the name at the top of the page.

"Mieczysław." She supplied quietly after a moment, unaware of the way Stiles' eyes snapped over to her in awe at the easy way the pronunciation slipped past her lips.

The old man behind the principal's desk looked between the girl and the folder in his hands for only a second before he turned his attention toward Stiles.

"Mr. Stilinski," The man addressed him finally, eyes dropping to look down the page, "Oh. Perfect grades," He assessed with an impressed eyebrow raise, "But little to no extracurriculars.. Maybe you should try lacrosse."

Stiles leaned forward in his chair, "Oh, um. Actually, I'm alr-"

"Hold on-" The older man interrupted, turning his attention back toward Scott, "McCall.. You're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter."

"Granddaughter?" Amber repeated quietly, sitting up straighter in her seat as she looked between her two best friends in surprise.

"We were dating," Scott told Allison's grandfather quickly, "But not anymore. Not dating. Not seeing any of each other, or doing anything with each other.. At all." He rambled nervously.

"Relax, Scott. You look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth." The older Argent observed amusedly.

Scott took a nervous breath, "Just, a hard breakup."

"Oh, that's too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me." The old man commented, pausing for a moment before turning his head to look between the three teens, "Now, listen guys. Yes, I am the principal. But I don't really want you to think of me as the enemy."

"Heh," Stiles huffed sarcastically, "Is that so?"

Amber reached across the small gap between them to smack his arm anxiously, glaring at his lack of verbal self-control.

The old man raised his eyebrows before continuing on as if nothing had happened, "However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers, so.. Unfortunately, someone will have to take the fall and stay behind today for detention." Principal Argent looked between them slowly, pursing his lips as he waited for someone to speak up.

Amber turned her head between her two friends slowly. Scott was giving her a look in silent objection to doing it himself, which she supposed made sense since he was the werewolf of the three of them and thus slightly better equipped to deal with the Isaac situation. Her gaze drifted to her other side and she watched Stiles distractedly picking at a hangnail on his thumb and making no move to speak up himself.

His attention snapped up, however, when she finally sighed and turned to face the principal in slow reluctance.

"I-" She started.

"It was me." Stiles announced quickly, "Yeah, I'll stay for detention."

At the end of the school day, Amber ran down the hall when she saw Scott take off down the stairs.

"No, no," She muttered to herself, pushing past a few students with mumbled apologies as she ran after her best friend, "Scott, wait up!" She yelled with the hope he'd be paying enough attention to hear her.

She stumbled down the staircase near the school's side entrance, nearly losing her footing a couple of times. When she got to the end of the hallway, she pushed through the metal doors and toppled outside, running straight into Scott's back and catching herself with her hands on his shoulders.

She spotted the Sheriff's cruiser finally pulling away from the school, Isaac Lahey looking out the back window at them worriedly.

"Oh, shit." She muttered, "I guess they think he might've done it?" She questioned, not really expecting an answer.

Scott looked down at her with wide eyes and she grimaced, unsure what to do next.

There was a sudden squeal of tires against the pavement as a familiar black Camaro skidded to a stop in front of the building.

Derek leaned toward the open passenger window and called out to them, "Get in. Both of you."

"Funny. I could've sworn you didn't need my help." Amber reminded him snarkily.

"This is your fault!" Scott snapped at Derek from beside her, pointing at the police cruiser that was pulling out onto the main road, "You did that."

"I know." Derek said generically to the both of them, "Now get in the car and help me."

"No, I've got a better idea," Scott said as the two of them walked closer to the idling car, "I'm gonna call a lawyer, because a lawyer might actually have a chance of getting him out before the full moon."

Amber raised her eyebrows at the decent suggestion from her best friend, lifting a thumb to point at Scott while sending Derek a nod of agreement.

Derek shook his head, "Not once they do real search of the house."

"What d'you mean?" Amber questioned.

He sighed, "Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what's in the house is worse. A lot worse."

Her stomach turned uncomfortably, mind racing as Derek threw the passenger door open and looked at them expectantly. She met Scott's gaze and he sighed with a frown, dropping a hand between her shoulder blades to guide her into the backseat of the car.

It didn't take long for nightfall to set in beneath the early winter sunset once they pulled up to the Lahey house. Under the cover of the darkness, they crept into the house, their path dimly lit by the flashlight Derek had handed off to Scott.

"I thought Isaac was supposed to be a safe bet?" Amber asked Derek quietly as they moved through the dark front hallway, "What happened to that, huh? He's a werewolf for less than a day and he kills his dad?"

"Isaac didn't kill him. He told me he didn't." Derek said assuredly.

"Well if he didn't, then who did?" Scott asked, turning back toward them in the dark as he walked.

Derek frowned, eyebrows furrowing in frustration, "I don't know yet."

"Well then how d'you know he's telling the truth?" Scott questioned disbelievingly.

"Because I trust my senses," Derek said easily, "It's a combination of them, not just your.. Sense of smell." He emphasized with a knowing look.

"Huh?" Amber asked in confusion, looking between Derek's raised eyebrows and Scott's ashamed grimace, "What did you do? What'd I miss?"

"You.. Saw the lacrosse thing today." Scott realized quietly, focused on Derek.

"What lacrosse thing?"

"Yeah." Derek told Scott, unimpressed.

"Did it look that bad?" Scott questioned.

"Yeah." Derek repeated.

"Wh- What lacrosse thing?" Amber asked again desperately.

Scott winced, "Stiles got me in goal, so I could sniff some of the guys on the team, so that I could-" He caught her incredulous look and continued dejectedly, "So I could figure out who the new werewolf was. By scent."

"Dear God, Scott." She breathed, patting his shoulder.

"I was surprised you didn't tell them about Isaac." Derek commented to the girl as they approached a closed door off of the kitchen and slowed to a stop.

"Yeah, well. I trusted that you knew what you were doing," She scowled at him in the dark, "Evidently that was a mistake." She said pointedly.

Derek shook his head, resting on hand on her shoulder as he pulled open the door in front of them, revealing a dark stairwell that led down into the basement. He turned his attention toward Scott, grabbing the flashlight and nodding toward the open doorway.

"You wanna learn?" Derek prompted, "Let's start now."

"What's down there?" Amber asked nervously, following behind Scott as he began to descend the stairs.

"Motive." Derek said simply.

"And what am I looking for?" Scott asked as he got to the bottom of the stairs and looked around.

"Follow your senses." Derek told him.

Amber examined the dark cellar with slow steps, squinting at the mess of old furniture and stored junk. She fought the urge to run her finger through the dust on the worktop along the wall, turning in a slow spin as she looked around. Her eyes caught on a large chest freezer that was unplugged from the wall and she frowned at it in confusion.

"What happened down here?" Scott asked.

"The kind of thing that leaves an impression." Derek answered ominously.

Amber felt the warmth of Scott's body when he came to stand beside her in the cool basement. He too frowned as he looked down at the freezer in front of them. Her hand trailed over the top of it, fingers toying gently at the open padlock secured to the front. Scott pulled the lock into his own hand and he let out a shaky breath as his fingers came into contact with the metal.

Just as she was about to question his reaction, Derek shined the flashlight in their direction and spoke up from behind them.

"Open it."

Scott unhooked the padlock from the staple and flipped the hatch before slowly lifting the lid to the freezer. Derek helpfully shined the flashlight around the inside of the chest and Amber gasped, her stomach twisting sickeningly as her eyes took in the sight in front of them.

The inside of the freezer was covered in small, shallow, very human, claw marks. Someone had raked their fingernails along the walls and the top of the freezer in deep scratches. There was red caked into some of the gouges where fingertips had bled as they'd scratched painfully against the hard plastic.

"God." Amber whispered, reaching out to touch one of the marks gently, her fingertip running over the indents on the inside of the lid. She turned to Derek with a horrified look, "Isaac's dad locked him in here?"

Derek nodded, "Among other things."

"This is why he said yes to you." Scott stated, turning to look at Derek.

"Everyone wants power." Derek told him.

"If- If we help you, then you have to stop," Scott demanded, "You can't just go around turning people into werewolves."

Derek looked at him incredulously, "I can if they're willing."

"Did you tell Isaac about the Argents? About being hunted?" Scott questioned.

"Yes," Derek replied, "And he still asked."

"Then he's an idiot!" Scott snapped.

"And you're the idiot dating Argent's daughter." Derek raised his eyebrows when Scott looked at him in surprise, "Yeah. I know your little secret. And if I know, how long do you think it's gonna take for them to find out?" He asked, "You saw what happens to an Omega."

"Wait, what Omega?" Amber interjected, "There was an Omega? What happened to them?"

"The Argents cut him in half." Derek explained quickly. He moved to speak again and Amber gaped, looking between the two werewolves.

"What!" She squeaked, "Th- They.. When- Who-"

"The Omega was the one stealing and eating the organs. At the graveyard, the ambulance-"

"We- We desperately need to work on your information redistribution skills." Amber told Scott in disbelief.

"Enough." Derek interrupted before focusing on Scott, "With me, you learn how to use all your senses. With me, you learn control." He stepped closer to them and grabbed Scott's hand, lifting it as the boy's claws emerged with his budding anger, "Even on a full moon."

Scott pulled his hand from Derek's grip, "If I'm with you, I lose Allison."

"You're gonna lose her anyway." Derek told him, "You know that."

A moment of silence passed before Scott spoke, "I'm not part of your pack. But I want Isaac out. He's my responsibility too."

"Why?" Derek questioned, "Because he's one of us?"

Scott shook his head, "No. Because he's innocent."

"So, what do we do?" Amber asked after another few moments of silence between the two boys.

"We need to break Isaac out." Derek said simply.

"But Stiles and I were gonna lock Scott up at the school." She stated, looking over at her best friend worriedly, "How are we gonna get Isaac out of a cell and get you taken care of?"

"I'll have Alison lock me up." Scott told her easily. She frowned and he continued, "It'll be fine, I promise. I can have her lock me up down here."

Her eyes drifted back down to the freezer and her stomach churned nauseatingly at the thought of her best friend locked inside, "I don't know, Scott-"

"Look, there's no time to come up with anything else. We have to do this." Scott reached out to squeeze her shoulder reassuringly, "You and Stiles help Derek get Isaac out. I'll be here. And when the moon goes back down, Allison will let me out."

She frowned but nodded at him, even as her eyes drifted back down to the freezer, "Okay."

She reached into her pocket to pull out her phone, sending a few texts to Stiles to explain the plan and telling him to meet them at the Sheriff's Station. When she was finished, Derek gestured for her to follow him back upstairs and she looked between the two boys hesitantly before throwing her arms around her best friend in a quick hug.

"I love you." She told Scott softly, hand ruffling the fluffy hair on the back of his head, "I'm sorry we can't be here with you."

She pulled back and Scott released her with a small reassuring smile, "Dude, I'll be fine." He promised, "It's just one full moon."

She frowned as she recalled the last two full moons they'd experienced and Scott grimaced.

"This time will be different. I'm sure of it." He said.

Derek reached out to grab her shoulder and she let out a long-suffering sigh, "Alright, yes. I'm coming." She said, taking a step back toward the stairs with the older werewolf.

"Good luck." Scott called out in a hopeful tone.

"You too." She replied, shooting him one last look before she climbed the stairs back up to the main floor.

Stiles threw the Jeep into park outside the Sheriff's Station and Amber climbed into the vehicle quickly, Derek following close behind. As soon as she was settled into the center seat, Stiles reached out to take her hand in his, already angled toward them in his own seat with an elbow propped up on the steering wheel.

"What's the plan?" She asked him automatically.

"Okay, well. The keys to every cell are in a password protected lock box in my father's office," He explained, looking between Derek and the girl sitting between them, "The problem is getting past the front desk."

They all turned to peer out the passenger window at the young female deputy behind the desk who was typing away at a computer.

Amber chewed on her lip in thought, "Well, I could-"

"I'll distract her." Derek said easily, already reaching for the door handle.

"Woah, woah, woah! You?" Stiles asked incredulously, reaching across the cab of the vehicle to pull Derek back, "You're not going in there-"

Derek scowled at the hand Stiles still had stretched across Amber's chest to hold the werewolf's shoulder.

"I'm taking my hand off-" Stiles conceded quickly, dropping it to land in Amber's lap.

She let Stiles rest his hand palm down over her denim-clad thigh and rubbed her own hand over the backs of his fingers soothingly as Derek continued to glare at the boy. The werewolf's narrowed eyes dropped to where Stiles' hand was now draped over the girl's leg before he looked back up to address them.

"I was exonerated." He reminded them.

"You're still technically a person of interest." Amber shrugged with a wince.

"An innocent person." Derek reiterated.

"An inno- You?" Stiles scoffed, laughing sarcastically, "Yeah, right!"

Derek's jaw clenched as he looked between them, thoroughly unimpressed.

"Okay, fine," Stiles sighed, "What's your plan?"

Derek looked genuinely stunned at the question, "To distract her." He said slowly.

Amber snorted, "Okay, but how?"

Stiles looked at Derek in disbelief, "Uh huh. How?" He questioned, "By.. Punching her in the face?"

"Ha." Derek said sarcastically, "By talking to her."

"Oh! Gimme a sample." Amber suggested excitedly, turning toward Derek, "Pretend I'm her. What're you gonna say?"

Derek tightened his jaw silently and looked between them with his eyebrows raised and a long moment passed before Stiles spoke.

"Dead silence.. That should work beautifully." He observed sarcastically, "Any other ideas?"

Derek looked up at the roof of the Jeep and tilted his head in thought with a small shrug, "I'm thinking about punching you in the face." He admitted.

"Okay, alright. No one is punching anyone in the face." Amber interrupted, turning and pushing her hands up against Stiles' chest to urge him out the driver's side door, "Let's just.. Get inside. I'm sure Derek will figure something out."

"Yeah, we better hope so." Stiles muttered under his breath as he opened the door of the Jeep.

The three of them snuck in quietly through the front entrance and while Derek went through the main doors and up to the front desk, Amber and Stiles peered around the doorway to wait for an opportunity to pass through the without being seen.

"Hi, how can I help-" The deputy looked up from the folder in her hands and caught sight of where Derek was leaning up against the desk with a charming smile, "-You?" She finished weakly.

"Hi." Derek smiled, teeth on display and pulling his handsome features into an open, friendly expression.

"Hi." The woman breathed, stunned.

Stiles rolled his eyes in annoyance at how easily Derek's plan seemed to be working due to his good looks alone, and Amber reached up to pat him on the back consolingly.

"Um. I had a question," Derek said in feigned distraction, "Uh, sorry. I'm a little- A little thrown."

Amber urged Stiles forward with her hand on his back and they took slow, careful steps through the main entrance toward the back hall as Derek continued.

"I wasn't really expecting someone-"

"Like me?" The deputy asked softly.

"Well, I was gonna say, 'someone so incredibly beautiful' but I guess that'd mean the same thing." Derek flirted just as Amber and Stiles disappeared down the hall.

Stiles took her hand and led her down the hall toward his father's office, leaving the lights off as they crept into the room. When they got to a small lockbox hanging on the wall behind his dad's desk, Stiles dropped her hand to flip the cover up and reveal the keypad, his thumb quickly moving to type in the code, a quiet clicking filling the room with the press of each button.

2 - 6 - 1 - 9 - 9 - 1

The tiny door on the box opened with the release of the lock, but the space inside was decidedly empty.

"Isn't there supposed to be a set of keys in there?" Amber questioned obviously.

"Yeah." Stiles murmured, looking at the empty box in disbelief, "Oh, no. Allison was supposed to- Oh, no."

Amber dashed back toward the door and Stiles followed only half a second behind her. They stumbled out into the hallway and moved in the direction of the holding cells at the back of the building.

When they rounded one of the final turns, Amber tripped over her own feet in surprise and froze as they came face to face with another uniformed deputy. Stiles nearly rammed into her back when he stopped abruptly behind her and she took another cautious step forward, laughing awkwardly and feigning innocence.

"Uh, we were just looking for, uh-" Stiles trailed off.

Amber followed his eyeline down to the small syringe in the man's hand and their eyes widened in realization.

Not a deputy. A hunter.

Upon further inspection, the man was also bleeding badly from a small arrow wound in his upper thigh.

"Oh, shit." Amber and Stiles both muttered, the latter pulling on her shoulder as he started to step away.

As they spun the hunter managed to grab Stiles around his chest, knocking the boy from his feet so that he dragged along the ground backwards. In the same quick moment, the man caught a handful of Amber's hair and yanked her back with them.

Still on her feet, she yelped and stumbled backwards as she followed the painful tugging of the hunter's fist in her hair and she could hear Stiles struggling against the man's tight, one armed grip around his chest as he tried in vain to get his own feet back underneath him.

Amber whined quietly as they were dragged around a corner and her eyes caught on the fire alarm on the wall. They moved further down the hall and she flailed her arms, her fingers managing to catch on the small red lever and pulling on it roughly just as she was yanked away.

A shrill alarm sounded out through the building as the hunter threw them into the back room of holding cells and he released them carelessly. Amber gasped as her hair was finally freed and she instinctively reached up toward the sore spot on her scalp as Stiles fell to the ground.

The hunter fiddled with the syringe of wolfsbane in his hand and Amber caught the moment that the man's eyes drifted up to where the holding cell's door was already broken and swung open.

"Shit-" She exclaimed just as Isaac growled loudly and tackled the hunter beside her down against the desk at the front of the room.

She stumbled back a step where she tripped over Stiles' feet and tumbled to the ground beside him, landing painfully on her backside. He grabbed onto her arm and pulled her back along the floor as Isaac threw the hunter against a wall.

The hunter went to thrust the syringe into Isaac's shoulder but his arm was caught by the werewolf with another angry growl.

As soon as she was close enough, Stiles wrapped an arm around her stomach from behind, pulling her between his legs as he continued to scramble backwards. She fell back against his chest and they finally came to a stop when they thumped against the wall on the opposite side of the room.

They watched with wide eyes as Isaac gripped the hunter's head in his hand, slamming it back with a loud crack and dropping the hunter in a heap onto the ground.

Derek finally ran into the back room and stopped in the center of the space, stomping down on the forgotten vial of poison on the ground and causing it to shatter loudly beneath his foot. At the sound, the younger werewolf turned suddenly and Isaac's attention was drawn to the two teens on the floor as he growled again.

Amber pressed herself back against Stiles more firmly and her heart raced violently in her chest in fear. Isaac's clawed hands twitched at his sides and he stepped toward them with a low rumbling sound in his throat, eyes still glowing bright gold.

Derek side-stepped in a quick movement to block the path to them and he growled loudly in Isaac's direction, the sound rumbling and furious. The younger werewolf whined, falling to the ground on the other side of the room as his arms came up above his head to protect himself from an anticipated blow. After a second, Isaac looked back up from behind his shaking arms to he peek out at them, his face distinctly human once again.

Stiles was breathing heavily against the back of Amber's neck, arm still wrapped tightly around her stomach as he held her against his chest.

"H- How did you do that?" He asked Derek.

The older werewolf turned slowly to look down at them, "I'm the Alpha." He supplied as explanation.

Isaac flinched when Derek went over and held out a hand in offering to help him to his feet. Without a word of goodbye, Derek led Isaac out of the back room and the two were gone.

Amber scrambled to get to her feet in their absence, pulling Stiles up with her before spinning around to face him.

"Are you okay?" They asked each other at the same time with worried expressions.

She laughed quietly and Stiles brought a hand up to the back of her head, gently smoothing down the mess where the hunter's hand had been fisted in her hair.

She placed a hand on his cheek and stroked her thumb over his mouth softly, "How exactly are we gonna explain this?" She asked suddenly.

He dropped his hand from the back of her head and tangled their fingers together with a frown, "Shit. I actually hadn't thought that far ahead yet."

"That's okay. We'll uh, we'll just say that we came to see your dad.. And we'll explain that, y'know.." Her eyes drifted over to the hunter, "That guy must've broken in disguised as a deputy, attacked us, and let Isaac out." She said quickly, "I mean.. That- That's somewhat believable, right?"

She looked up at Stiles with wide eyes and he made a face as he very clearly tried to think of something better. His fingers tightened around hers and suddenly the fire alarm cut off, plunging the building into a silence that left their ears ringing.

Stiles opened his mouth to say something but didn't get a chance to speak before his father stepped into the back room. The Sheriff looked between them, the uniformed man sprawled beside the wall, and the empty holding cell at the back of the room. His eyes narrowed in an angry glare of disbelief as he took in the scene in front of him.

"Uh," Stiles swallowed heavily, pointing toward the unconscious hunter in a deputies uniform, "He did it."

[drawingducktalesducks]

Violet: She is waking up.

Lena: Mm hm?

Webby: I’M AWAKE! I’M- Ow-

Lena: Mmf!

Huey: Don’t move too much! The woodchuck guide book says the best thing for a concussion is to stay still.

Violet: This will be easily accomplished, as we are all tied up.

Webby: Well not for long! I’ll just bite through these… um…

Violet: Chains?

Webby: Which are only as strong as their weakest link! And their weakest link is- OW!

Huey: Still made of metal, yeah.

Lena: Hmph.

Webby: That’s okay! We have a SORCERESS on our side!

Violet: Lena cannot cast spells while her hands are immobilized.

Webby: Luckily she’s also a sorceress of persuasion, mental trickery, and cunning words-

Huey: They’ve already gagged her, Webby.

Lena: Mm hmm.

Webby: Oh.

Webby:

Webby: Are we in the middle of a candlelit demonic summoning circle?

Violet: We appear to be part of it, actually. One might even go so far as to say we are-

Huey: Don’t say sacrifices don’t say sacrifices!

Violet: -the hors d’oeuvres.

Webby: Uh oh.

Violet: Indeed.

Huey: I’m gonna faint.

Lena: Mmf! MmMMFFFF!!!!

Webby: SHH guys! She’s trying to say something!

Violet: A pity her last words shall never be known.

Lena: MMMRRR.

Webby: OH OH LENA LISTEN- Do you know morse code!?

Lena: ….

Huey: I guess that’s non-nerd for “Webby you know I love you, but who the heck knows morse code?”

Violet: Everyone else here ironically.

Lena: MM! MmfFF!

Webby: Okay new plan- point your eyes at things, blink once if they’re the word you’re thinking of, twice if they start with the letter you’re thinking off, nod your head if we guess right, shrug if we’re close, and shake your head if we’ve guessed the word wrong! Ready?

Huey: Webby there’s NO WAY that’ll work! How would you even guess-

Webby: Me! Beak! Lips!

Violet: We’re close. Try verbs. Talk, speak, communicate-

Webby: Shout! Yell! Scream!

Violet: Hiss, snarl, roar, howl-

Huey: ARE WE REALLY SPENDING OUR LAST MOMENTS SPIT-BALLING AT CHARADES???

Webby: She’s nodding! SPIT SHE MEANS SPIT!!!!

Violet: Good work, Hubert.

Huey: Uh.

Webby: Spit circle! Spit demon- ohhh that’d be a weird one- what, no? Spit summoning!

Violet: Spit light, spit fire, spit candle-

Huey: Oh my duck she’s nodding again.

Webby: Spit candle?! Spit-

Webby: SPIT ON THE CANDLES!

Violet:

Huey:

Webby:

Violet: Is that really all it would take to disrupt the summoning?

Huey: You’d think they’d have moved us out of range…

Lena: MMMM!!!!

Webby: Talk later spit now! READY!!

Huey: WAIT MY MOUTH IS DRY FROM FEAR

Webby: AIM!

Violet: This is by far the most fascinatingly bizarre experiment I have ever been a part of.

Webby: FIRE!!!!!!

Webby, Huey, Violet: P’tooye!

Candles: *hsssss….*

Evil Summoner Dude: NOOOOOOOOooooooooo o o o o . …. .

Webby: Huh.

Webby: Hope he likes demons.

Huey: Aaaand now I am fainting- OW

Violet: Ah. So the chains were also a magical summons.

Lena: Pleh!

Webby: Lena, you gorgeous genius, you did it YOU DID IT!!!!

Violet: Now explain.  

Lena: Wow.

Lena:

Lena: … I can’t believe that worked.

Violet: What.

Huey: You didn’t THINK IT WOULD WORK!?

Lena: Yeah no. I was like, pretty sure we were dead.

Huey: DEAD!? I COULD HAVE SPENT MY LAST MOMENTS IN LIFE SPITTING AT A TACKY BLACK FLAME CANDLE?????

Webby: But- then why make us do it?

Lena: Honestly? It was funny.

Huey: FUNNY?!?!?

Lena: Hey we were dead anyway. Might as well go out flipping them off, you know?

Webby: You’re so pretty.

Violet: …. Does this mean you have no explanation for the mechanism behind this magical phenomena?

Lena: No idea. Maybe the demon was scared of cooties

Violet:

Violet: I need. To mediate. For precisely one hour.

Webby: Why?

Violet: Sanity.

Lena: Hey can someone take a pic of me lying in the middle of the demonic circle? It’ll make a great banner image

Webby: Oooh me too me too!

Huey: NO! THIS WAS THE WORST GIRLS NIGHT OUT EVER

Webby: But what about-

Huey: EVER! I DON’T want any reminders of it, and I am NEVER doing this aga-

Lena: Hey Red, come look at this lame rock floor

Huey: -lame? That is GRANIT!

Webby: I mean there’s literal demonic claw marks scratched into it, but sure, let’s look at the very normal and extremely boring rocks…

Lena: dibs on the candles that almost killed us

Webby: Aww. Then I claim the tattered robes of the guy who got dragged to hell!

Lena: You wanna wear them?

Webby: Actually I was thinking curtains. Curtains might be nice.

Lena: Sweet.

[krishna-sangini]

The Surprise

It was a cloudy day. Not too gloomy, the clouds were just the perfect shade of grey. I was getting ready to spend my day off laying on my couch, reading ‘Hold Still’ for the umpteenth time. It was Sunday, the beloved day for all to go hang out with their friends and family. But I had none, at least not where I lived.

I lived in Bengaluru then, working my new job. It was a great offer; so, even though I had to leave my family back in Odisha, I decided to take the job. The first few weeks were manageable; I was busy with shifting and putting things in order in my tiny new apartment. But after everything was settled, I started feeling the initial pangs of homesickness. I started missing my mom’s cooking, my sister’s annoying giggles, and even our street dogs’ unending howling. In short, I missed even the most annoying things about my hometown.

Work was good, though it was tiring. We had to work continuously for five hours before getting a one-hour break, and then again work for four long hours. The compensation we got wasn’t bad either; uninterrupted weekends at home, and a decent salary along with social benefits. The toil was worth the fruit.

I sat down with my breakfast tray, the T.V. remote in hand. I surfed channels until I reached the news channel. Just when I was about to take a bite out of the aloo paratha, I got a call. A smile spread on my lips as I saw the name on the screen, ‘Rashmi Aunty’. I picked up the call after pressing ‘Mute’ on the remote.

“Hello, Aunty! Namaskar!” “Yes, beti. Namaskar. How are you?” “I’m good, Aunty. How about you?” “Yes, dear. I’m all fit. By the way, I have a favour to ask.” “Sure, Aunty. What is it?” “Can you call Priyal to check where she’s reached? That brat isn’t picking up my call. She left home yesterday to give you a surprise visit.” “What- O-Okay, Aunty. I’ll call her right away. Bye!” “Bye, beti.”

Priyal is my best friend. We’ve been friends since kindergarten. And yes, she lived back in Odisha. I really had no idea that she was visiting. I was happy and, at the same time, was a bit disappointed that Aunty spoilt the surprise. I smiled and picked up my phone, hiding my excitement even though I lived alone. I turned my back to the T.V. as I walked into the kitchen, ignoring the news playing on the channel.

I scrolled through my contacts and pressed Priyal’s name. The call rang for a few moments, but it was unanswered. I tried her other number; that too was unanswered. “My girl is so dedicated to surprise me. Poor child! I’m just gonna act surprised,” I said aloud. “Ah, dumb me forgot to ask Aunty how she’s getting here,” I said with a facepalm. After another call with Rashmi Aunty, I got to know that Priyal had boarded a train to Bengaluru which was to arrive that day at 10.30 a.m. I looked at my watch, it read 9.55 a.m. I decided to go pick her up from the station myself, intending to surprise her instead.  

I changed into a pair of denim jeans and a black oversized hoodie before hopping on my scooty and starting for the station. On reaching, I saw that the station entrance was unnaturally crowded. People were screaming, yelling, and rushing in and out of the station. There were multiple ambulances with sirens; the medical staff rushed into the station with stretchers. Many people were pouring out with bloodied clothes. I began panicking.

I parked my scooty hastily and ran over to an ambulance. I went up to a nurse and asked, “Sister, what is this situation?” The maiden, who had just finished writing something in a register, looked up at me with distressed eyes and replied, “There has been a severe train accident a few metres from the station, ma’am. There have been many casualties. Please move out of the way and make way for the patients!”

I stumbled aside as I saw a severely wounded person being brought on a stretcher into the ambulance. My mind went blank for a few moments. The only image that came to my mind was that of Priyal; she had boarded a train to visit me.

She had boarded a train to visit me.

I rushed into the station and started screaming out Priyal’s name like a mad woman. I collided with many people, some desperately searching for a loved one, some desperately wanting a loved one to find them. Everyone was in hysterics; the atmosphere was one of pure chaos. The air was heavy with dust and the pungent smell of blood. As I neared the edge of the platform, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. A great relief washed over me as I saw the name ‘Piyaaa’ flashing on the screen.  

“Hello, Piya?! Are you fine? Where are you right now?” I yelled into the phone the moment I picked up the call. “Hello? Am I speaking to Miss Baanhi?” came an unfamiliar voice from the other side. “Yes? Who is this and where is Priyal?” I screamed into the phone, my voice cracking in the middle.

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I ran to the reception and asked for the whereabouts of Priyal. The receptionist gave me a room number and a floor number which I blindly jabbed into the elevator. My legs seemed to have a brain of their own as they carried me to a large crowded room. There were around 30 beds in that room. Each bed was occupied by a patient, maimed and still. And beside almost every bed was that loved one who was waiting for their surprise visit. I scanned the room for the face I was looking for; I found it in a corner. I rushed over to her side. A doctor had just finished examining Priyal and was moving on to the next patient with a disheartened look.

“Doctor, doctor! What is wrong with her? She will survive, right?” I asked desperately, grabbing the doctor’s arm. She held my hand gently and said, “I’m afraid, Miss. You don’t have much time together. We tried all we could. Her spine is badly damaged and 20 of her vertebrae have been crushed. I’m really sorry.”

These words fell on my ears like lightning bolts. I felt my phone vibrate in my hand. ‘Rashmi Aunty’ was the name on the screen. The phone slipped from my grip. I slowly walked up to Priyal’s bed. She had the same face twinkling with mischief, only it was covered with dried blood and hastily wrapped with bandages. Her whole body was bloodied; her arms and legs were covered with bandages too. Her purple tee was discoloured with blood and was torn in many places. The doctors had probably shifted her to this room after examining her condition, and ascertaining that there was no hope of saving her.

There was a drip attached to Priyal, but there was no oxygen mask. The doctors probably didn’t want to waste the precious gas on a lost cause. There was a heart monitor, however, with a feeble reading. I kneeled beside her and took her hand gently.

“Piya?” I called quietly. She slowly opened her eyes and stared at me blankly. After a few seconds, a light of recognition flashed in her eyes as she squeezed my hand. Tears started blurring my vision as I squeezed her hand back.

“Why… Why didn’t you wait for a few more days… Why you…?” I muttered in between sobs. Priyal’s pale lips curled into a weak smile. “Surprise, babe!” She whispered using all her strength. I could say nothing; all I could do was hold her hand and cry my heart out.

“Heiii! Now don’t send me off all messy like that,” I heard Priyal’s feeble voice again. I looked up at her. Her eyes were filled with the same innocence that she had when we were kids. I made a shaky attempt to wipe my tears. Putting on a smile as best as I could, I said, “Shut up, dummy. You’re getting back on your feet within days and we’re celebrating my birthday at my place. No excuses now!”

She chuckled, and I giggled. Tears spilt out of our eyes without us realising. She tightened her grip on my hand. “Baanhi yaar… Tell maa and baba that I’m sorry for not being able to see them for the last time,” Priyal said, sniffing while smiling. “Don’t talk rubbish, Piya! You’re walking out of this horrid place,” I said as if I was consoling myself.

She smiled wider as I felt her grip loosen. “I love you, Baanhi. I’m really happy to have you here with me now. I’m at rest and remember, I’ll be watching over you always…” said my best friend on her deathbed. “I love you more, Piya. I always will…” I muttered. Priyal’s smile never faltered, but the heart monitor did. It showed a flat line.  

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It’s still a cloudy day, even after 10 years. The clouds are the perfect shade of grey, yet it feels too gloomy. It’s Sunday, and I’m on my couch reading ‘Hold Still’ for the umpteenth time. I’m still in Bengaluru, with no family or friends to visit me, except for the bright jolly girl in a purple tee who still watches over me.

My phone rings, and a smile spreads on my lips as I see the name on the screen, ‘Rashmi Aunty’.

“Hello, Aunty. Namaskar!” “Yes, beti. How are you?” “I’m good, Aunty. How about you?” “Yes, dear. I’m all fit… I have a favour to ask, by the way.” “Sure, Aunty. What is it?” “Please live well, my child, and be happy.” “I will, Aunty. I definitely will…”  

-T.P.N

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A story that I wrote inspired by the recent triple-train crash in Odisha... The fact that hundreds of people were left waiting for a loved one forever absolutely pained me. I can never imagine the amount of pain these people must have felt...

My heart goes out to those people and the ones who had to leave untimely...

[taintedevesayori]

⚰️ Diatober ⚰️

Day 5: Bloody | Prompts by @fruit-of-infidelity | Masterlist

“It’s so peaceful when it’s just the two of us,” Yui turned to Sayo with a smile. 

The two had stopped at a park on their way home from school. They didn’t have any of the Sakamaki brothers with them for once, which was a blessing for the both of them. They could just enjoy their time together. That’s why they had stopped. They wanted to take advantage of this alone time while they could. 

“It really is. I wish we had time like this more often. Maybe we should start sneaking away?”

Sayo grinned, indicating it was a joke. Sayo didn’t care about sneaking off but knew it was a different story for Yui, who would get into trouble for it considering the difference in their freedom. 

“I wish we could,” Yui giggled. “But I suppose if it happened too often, it wouldn’t feel special anymore, right?” 

“You always look at things in such a positive light,” she couldn’t help but smile. “I really admire that about you.”

“R-Really…?” Yui’s cheeks flushed, considering she didn’t expect the sudden compliment. 

“Yeah,” she chuckled at the girl’s reaction. “No matter the situation, you find something good about it. That’s pretty amazing. I couldn’t do it.”

“I don’t know about that…”

“Just take the compliment, silly,” Sayo laughed. 

“O-Okay,” Yui laughed along with her. 

All of a sudden, a howl interrupted them. They glanced around in surprise.

“Have you heard? There have been wolves spotted in the area recently,” Yui said. 

“Wolves? What are they doing all the way out in town? That’s strange…” 

“I agree,” Yui frowned. “That howling sounds really close…”

“Yeah…as much as I don’t want to go back, we should probably get going,” Sayo sighed. 

As she went to grab her bag, she spotted the source of the howling a ways away from them. There were four wolves hiding in a group of trees. 

“Yui…stay calm. The wolves are right over there,” she said, motioning in their direction. “We need to slowly make our way out of here, alright?” 

“R-Right…” 

Sayo took Yui’s hand, leading her away as carefully as possible to avoid drawing the attention of the wolves. But unfortunately it was them the wolves were tracking in the first place. No amount of sneaking around would help now that the wolves had finally found them. 

To the girls’ horror, the wolves immediately followed them. 

“W-What do we do?!” Yui exclaimed under her breath. 

“I’m not sure…” Sayo muttered. “I’ll think of something. I don’t know if we can outrun wolves, but I guess that’s the only thing we can do for now.”

“O-Okay!”

And so, they ran, but as expected, the wolves were hot on their trail. It didn’t take long for them to catch up. 

Yui screamed as one lunged at her. Sayo stepped in front of her, slashing at the wolf with her pocket knife. It yelped, falling back for a moment. The wolves paused, not expecting their prey to fight back. 

“Yui, run! Go get one of the brothers or something! I’ll hold the wolves off!” Sayo yelled, standing her ground, pocket knife held out in front of her. 

“I can’t leave you!” Yui shook her head, tears in her eyes. 

“You aren’t, you’re going to get help. Now hurry and go! This is just wasting time!”

Yui hesitated. She didn’t want to leave Sayo….but there wasn't anything she could do. If she stayed, Sayo would be at a disadvantage trying to protect her. The best thing she could do was try to get the brothers, like Sayo said. 

“I’ll be back!” Yui finally exclaimed as she ran off. 

Sayo let out a sigh of relief once she was gone. One of the wolves tried to run after her, but Sayo immediately attacked it. The wolves were aggressive to begin with, but now it seemed they were even more so…because they were angry one of them got away. And they were turning that rage against Sayo. 

“What have I gotten myself into…?” She grit her teeth, bracing for their attacks. 

Sayo was clinging to consciousness sometime later as she coughed up blood. 

She was no match for four wolves. She knew that when she let Yui run away. She knew that someone probably wouldn’t come in time to help. That was proven now as she limped from tree to tree, using them as supports to walk. 

The wolves had run off after a while, but not after doing a lot of damage. She was badly wounded from their attacks. And yet somehow, she managed to get back to the Sakamaki manor after quite some time.

The brothers were gathered in the entranceway along with Yui, who was still trying to convince them that Sayo needed help. 

“Sayo?! You’re hurt!” Yui cried out when she saw Sayo. 

She immediately ran over to the girl, helping her to a seat. 

“So you weren’t lying…?” Ayato muttered. 

“We need to get you help!” Yui continued to fret over her. “We should take you to a hospital!”

“That will not be necessary,” Reiji sighed. “I will take care of it. Just give me a moment.”

With that, he walked upstairs to his room. 

Laito opened his mouth to make a comment, but noticed Sayo’s eyes were closed. He moved to get a closer look, only to see she had passed out from exhaustion. 

“Her scent is too damn strong…” Ayato decided to leave the room. 

Kanato and Shu followed his lead. The only ones to stay were Laito and Subaru. 

“Think she’ll be okay…?” Subaru muttered after a moment. 

“She’ll be fine. Reiji is taking care of it, after all,” Laito replied. 

As much as he had a problem with Reiji when it came to Sayo, he had to admit he had talent when it came to this sort of thing. Everything would be fine. And sure enough, her injuries began to heal when Reiji forced her to drink the concoction he came up with. 

He stayed, along with the other three, as they waited for her to wake up. It didn’t take much longer. 

“God…” Sayo scrunched up her nose when she glanced down at herself. “I need a bath…I’m covered in blood…”

Laito smirked, opening his mouth to make a comment.

She glared, speaking before he could. “Don’t even start.”

Image made with neka

[strifethedestroyer]

Wolf Bite

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The Flame in the Flood

Howling sounded through the trees, resonating within their leaves, warning ominously of what creatures laid ahead on the small piece of land.

"Aesop, let's get out of here. There's at least three of them." shushed Scout, hurriedly retreating to the raft, Aesop at her heels. And then..

Snap.

She stepped on a twig. And the wolves were on alert immidietaly, filthy beasts be damned. "Aesop, this is bad, we have to-!"

Scout was quick, but the wolves were quicker. One of them tackled her and got hold of her arm, breaking it in an instant in its bloody jaws, sounding a piercing scream from the poor child.

If it weren't for Aesop, she would have been dead, but they don't call dogs man's best friend for nothing.

He bit the attacking wolf's tail, making all three of them run after him. Scout was screaming profanities, both from the excruciating pain in her arm and her fear of Aesop being rendered dead. He was fast, and smart, but he was a bit old and no match for the wolves, regardless of his age.

The chances of him surviving were slim, but not zero.

The brave dog led them towards the shadowy forest, selflessly buying Scout time to make it to the raft. "AESOP!" he could hear her yelling as he snarled at the beasts, dodging their jaws as best as he could.

They were right on his heels, snarling, barking, growling, their spit flying. Eventually he realized that, if he was just quick enough, he could escape with Scout. If he was just quick enough. He darted in the opposite direction, sprinting back to the raft as fast as his stocky legs could carry him. The raft was right in front of him, but mere centimeters divided him and the wolves. They were closing in. Just a bit more. If he was just quick enough..

And he leaped, not knowing if he would land, but to both his and Scout's relief, he made it directly onto the raft. Scout, still wailing in pain, with difficulty, wasted no time in steering the shabby thing northwards, leaving the wolves snarling in anger and disappointment, their stomachs remaining empty, their eyes still sullen, their ribs still protruding.

Aesop rapidly licked all over Scout's face and fingers, happy to be alive beside her. The question was if she was going to be alive by him for much longer. Her arm was bleeding terribly all over the raft, and neither of them carried splint or bandages to try to fix it up with.

On top of that, they were stranded on a raft in the middle of the wide river. A dog and a teenage girl with little to no equipment and a bleeding, broken, wolf-bitten arm to boot.

Scout wailed and cried and wallowed and waned, all the while Aesop continued licking her frantically, not knowing what to do. Eventually, though, she started to come to terms with her fate.

"Aesop, look, Aesop.." she began, tears still streaming down her face. "We've been on this journey together for a long time now. We've saved each other's lives time and time again," she huffed inbetween words, "and this time you saved mine, again. And it may just be for the last time. Now, look, Aesop, you're a smart dog. An insanely smart dog. And I believe you can manage without me, go back to your old life, live on your own like you did before you found me."

Aesop whined, ears pinned, frantic. He was losing Scout. What could he do?

"Aesop, listen really carefully." Scout said, a bit calmer now. "When I die, which will be in a matter of a few hours, take my satchel. There's not much in it, but there's cooked meat and yucca, plus a big stack o' dandelions. Like I said, it's not much, but it'll keep you sated for a few days if you can't find anything to hunt. What you're gonna do is take all of that, and swim. Jump off the raft and swim to shore. I know it's gonna be hard, boy, trust me, I know. But it's your only chance of survival. Do this for me, Aesop. Please."

Aesop began wailing too, to himself, to the wolves, to Scout, to the heavens above. They had survived so long together, they were so close to leading a normal life, there was just a little bit more distance to go to the military shelter. It couldn't end now, not yet. But Death waits for nobody, not when he bids your turn.

And so the hours passed by, one after another, full of crying and pain yet also nostalgia. They both knew that no matter what they did, in a matter of time Scout was to be no more, so they used the little time they had left with each other to reminisce on old memories. Scout recalled their greatest accomplishments out in the bush while sobbing, and Aesop wagged his tail approvingly, whining himself. Both of their hearts were being torn to pieces.

Inevitably, as the hours passed by, Scout started getting weaker and weaker, her movements slower and drowsy, her eyelids drifting heavily, her words slurring, her skin pale as a sheet. Eventually, her pulse slowed, her breathing turned shallow and soon, she was not breathing at all.

By now she had lost so, so much blood. And it was over. One miscalculated step, one snapped twig, one bitten arm and it was all over. All of it.

Aesop spent many an hour wailing over her corpse, like the loyal dog he was. As much as it pained him, eventually he carefully removed her leather satchel from her body, licked her lifeless face one last time before the crows got to her once and for all and erased all evidence of such a person ever existing, and jumped off the raft. Swimming, swimmimg, swimming to shore as best as he could.

He made it rather quickly, and lied down to take a break under a tree for a little bit. He rested his poor, old head on his greying paws and whined.

All these years since the flood, he had survived.

But at what cost?

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the flame and the flood community on tumblr is so little and dead so i figured i'd throw what scraps i had in the pile in case some fan has already burned through all other fan content.

[kissmysassxo]

Movie quote match-up.

1. “It’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to one good scare.” R. Katharina 2. “I’m a mouse, duh.” X. Presley 3. “Oh look, another glorious morning. Makes me sick.” E. Aurora 4. “You can’t kill the boogeyman!” K. Daphne 5. “I’ll stop wearing black when they make a darker color.” D. Astrid 6. “I’m a ghost with the most, babe.” S. Maverick 7. “When there is no room left in hell, the dead will walk the earth.” C. Alice 8. “It’s a full moon tonight. That’s when all the weirdos are out.” U. Melanie 9. “I am the pumpkin king.” BB. Scott 10. “It’s showtime.” H. Calla 11. “Hi, I’m Chucky, wanna play?” Y. Raleigh 12. “No, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel.” DD. Teagan 13. “What an excellent day for an exorcism.” G. Braxton 14. “Be afraid… Be very afraid.” EE. Vanessa 15. “I see dead people.” B. Alexis 16. "Can I keep you?" A. Adah 17. "You are too precious for words, why I could just... eat you alive!" Z. Rosslyn 18. “I, myself, am strange and unusual.” AA. Ryker 19. "This is my costume. I'm a homicidal maniac. They look just like everyone else." W. Peyton 20. “Go to hell!” “I’ve been there, thank you. I found it quite lovely.” F. Bowie 21. "You can’t kill the boogeyman!" N. Finn 22. “Sometimes dead is better." Q. Hunter 23. "Every day is Halloween, isn't it? For some of us." FF. Zachary 24. "Whatever you do, don't fall asleep." J. Damien 25. "We all go a little mad sometimes." P. Harlow 26. "Here's Johnny!" T. Mayor Edwards 27. "Redrum! Redrum! Redrum!" CC. Sheriff Stanton 28. “Isn’t the view beautiful? It takes my breath away. Well, it would if I had any.” V. Novaleigh 29. "I know what you did last summer." I. Catherine 30. “Last night you were unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me. Do it again.” O. Grace 31. "I want to play a game." L. Dodge 32. “You know that part in scary movies when somebody does something really stupid and everyone hates them for it? This is it.” M. Ezekiel

Movie quote match-up.

1. "It’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to one good scare.” N. Halloween 2. “Oh look, another glorious morning. Makes me sick!” C. Hocus Pocus 3. “It’s a full moon tonight. That’s when all the weirdos are out.” I. Hocus Pocus 4. “That cold ain't the weather. That's death approaching." R. 30 Days of Night 5. "You can’t kill the boogeyman!" W. Halloween 6. “When there is no room left in hell, the dead will walk the earth.” X. Dawn of the Dead 7. "I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti." G. Silence of the Lambs 8. “No, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!” L. Scream 9. “Sometimes dead is better." T. Pet Sematary 10. “You know that part in scary movies when somebody does something really stupid and everyone hates them for it? This is it.” E. Jeepers Creepers 11. "What an excellent day for an exorcism." D. The Exorcist 12. "Be afraid... Be very afraid." B. The Fly 13. “Today is thanksgiving day for cats. But only if they came back from the dead." M. Pet Sematary 14. "He's gonna get you. The boogeyman is coming!" U. Halloween 15. “Well, it says to form a circle a salt to protect from zombies, witches, and old boyfriends." P. Hocus Pocus 16. "I’m a ghost with the most, babe." S. Beetlejuice 17. "It’s my party and I’ll die if I want do, die if I want to. You will die too, when it happens to you." Q. Casper 18. "We’ve got to find Jack! There’s only 365 days left until next Halloween!" V. The Nightmare Before Christmas 19. "The Great Pumpkin will rise out of the pumpkin patch. He flies through the air and brings toys to all the children of the world." J. It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown 20. "Isn’t the view beautiful? It takes my breath away. Well, it would if I had any." F. Corpse Bride 21. “Hi, I’m Chucky, wanna play?” O. Chucky 22. “I see dead people.” H. The Sixth Sense 23. “I’m a mouse, duh.” Y. Mean Girls 24. “I am the pumpkin king.” A. The Nightmare Before Christmas 25. “I, myself, am strange and unusual.” K. Beetlejuice

[navysealunsealed]

Part 1 

1. “It’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to one good scare.” C. Alice  2. “I’m a mouse, duh.” S. Maverick  3. “Oh look, another glorious morning. Makes me sick.” X. Presley  4. “You can’t kill the boogeyman!” FF. Zachary 5. “I’ll stop wearing black when they make a darker color.” O. Grace 6. “I’m a ghost with the most, babe.” N. Finn 7. “When there is no room left in hell, the dead will walk the earth.” V. Novaleigh 8. “It’s a full moon tonight. That’s when all the weirdos are out.” U. Melanie 9. “I am the pumpkin king.” CC. Sheriff Stanton 10. “It’s showtime.” Q. Hunter 11. “Hi, I’m Chucky, wanna play?” W. Peyton 12. “No, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel.” M. Ezekiel 13. “What an excellent day for an exorcism.” F. Bowie 14. “Be afraid… Be very afraid.” H. Calla 15. “I see dead people.” EE. Vanessa 16. "Can I keep you?" D. Astrid 17. "You are too precious for words, why I could just... eat you alive!" A. Adah 18. “I, myself, am strange and unusual.” AA. Ryker 19. "This is my costume. I'm a homicidal maniac. They look just like everyone else." Y. Raleigh 20. “Go to hell!” “I’ve been there, thank you. I found it quite lovely.” P. Harlow 21. "You can’t kill the boogeyman!" B. Alexis 22. “Sometimes dead is better." E. Aurora  23. "Every day is Halloween, isn't it? For some of us." T. Mayor Edwards 24. "Whatever you do, don't fall asleep." R. Katherina  25. "We all go a little mad sometimes." G. Braxton 26. "Here's Johnny!" Z. Rosslyn 27. "Redrum! Redrum! Redrum!" L. Dodge 28. “Isn’t the view beautiful? It takes my breath away. Well, it would if I had any.” BB. Scott 29. "I know what you did last summer." I. Catherine  30. “Last night you were unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me. Do it again.” K. Daphne 31. "I want to play a game." DD. Teagan 32. “You know that part in scary movies when somebody does something really stupid and everyone hates them for it? This is it.” J. Damien

Part 2

1. "It’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to one good scare.” N. Halloween 2. “Oh look, another glorious morning. Makes me sick!” P. Hocus Pocus 3. “It’s a full moon tonight. That’s when all the weirdos are out.” C. Hocus Pocus 4. “That cold ain't the weather. That's death approaching." R. 30 Days of night 5. "You can’t kill the boogeyman!" U. Halloween 6. “When there is no room left in hell, the dead will walk the earth.” X. Dawn of the dead 7. "I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti." G. Silence of the lambs 8. “No, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!” L. Scream 9. “Sometimes dead is better." T. Pet Sematary  10. “You know that part in scary movies when somebody does something really stupid and everyone hates them for it? This is it.” E. Jeepers creepers 11. "What an excellent day for an exorcism." D. The exorcist  12. "Be afraid... Be very afraid." B. The Fly 13. “Today is thanksgiving day for cats. But only if they came back from the dead." M. Pet sematary 14. "He's gonna get you. The boogeyman is coming!" W. Halloween 15. “Well, it says to form a circle a salt to protect from zombies, witches, and old boyfriends." I. Hocus Pocus 16. "I’m a ghost with the most, babe." K. Bettlejuice 17. "It’s my party and I’ll die if I want do, die if I want to. You will die too, when it happens to you." Q. Casper 18. "We’ve got to find Jack! There’s only 365 days left until next Halloween!" A. The nightmare before christmas  19. "The Great Pumpkin will rise out of the pumpkin patch. He flies through the air and brings toys to all the children of the world." J. It’s the great pumpkin, charlie brown 20. "Isn’t the view beautiful? It takes my breath away. Well, it would if I had any." F. Corpse bride 21. “Hi, I’m Chucky, wanna play?” O. Chucky  22. “I see dead people.” H. The sixth sense 23. “I’m a mouse, duh.” Y. Mean girls 24. “I am the pumpkin king.” V. the nightmare before christmas  25. “I, myself, am strange and unusual.” S. Beetlejuice

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Movie Quotes

Part 1

“It’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to one good scare.” D. Astrid “I’m a mouse, duh.” T. Mayor Edwards “Oh look, another glorious morning. Makes me sick.” W. Peyton “You can’t kill the boogeyman!” F. Bowie “I’ll stop wearing black when they make a darker color.”  C. Alice “I’m a ghost with the most, babe.”  I. Catherine “When there is no room left in hell, the dead will walk the earth.”  E. Aurora “It’s a full moon tonight. That’s when all the weirdos are out.”  K. Daphne “I am the pumpkin king.”  J. Damien “It’s showtime.” EE. Vanessa “Hi, I’m Chucky, wanna play?” CC. Sheriff Stanton “No, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel.” M. Ezekiel “What an excellent day for an exorcism.”  Q. Hunter “Be afraid… Be very afraid.”  DD. Teagan “I see dead people.”  O. Grace "Can I keep you?"  L. Dodge "You are too precious for words, why I could just... eat you alive!"  N. Finn “I, myself, am strange and unusual.” H. Calla "This is my costume. I'm a homicidal maniac. They look just like everyone else." P. Harlow “Go to hell!” “I’ve been there, thank you. I found it quite lovely.” V. Novaleigh "You can’t kill the boogeyman!" T. Mayor Edwards “Sometimes dead is better." R. Katharina "Every day is Halloween, isn't it? For some of us." AA. Ryker "Whatever you do, don't fall asleep." G. Braxton "We all go a little mad sometimes." Z. Rosslyn "Here's Johnny!" FF. Zachary "Redrum! Redrum! Redrum!" Y. Raleigh “Isn’t the view beautiful? It takes my breath away. Well, it would if I had any.” U. Melanie "I know what you did last summer." S. Maverick “Last night you were unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me. Do it again.” BB. Scott "I want to play a game." X. Presley “You know that part in scary movies when somebody does something really stupid and everyone hates them for it? This is it.” A. Adah

Part 2

"It’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to one good scare.”**U. Halloween **

“Oh look, another glorious morning. Makes me sick!” **I. Hocus Pocus **

“It’s a full moon tonight. That’s when all the weirdos are out.” **P. Hocus Pocus **

“That cold ain't the weather. That's death approaching."**R. 30 Days of Night **

"You can’t kill the boogeyman!" **W. Halloween **

“When there is no room left in hell, the dead will walk the earth.” **X. Dawn of the Dead **

"I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti."**G. Silence of the Lambs **

“No, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!” **L. Scream **

“Sometimes dead is better." **T. Pet Sematary **

“You know that part in scary movies when somebody does something really stupid and everyone hates them for it? This is it.” **E. Jeepers Creepers **

"What an excellent day for an exorcism." **D. The Exorcist **

"Be afraid... Be very afraid."**B. The Fly **

“Today is thanksgiving day for cats. But only if they came back from the dead."**M. Pet Sematary **

"He's gonna get you. The boogeyman is coming!" **N. Halloween **

“Well, it says to form a circle a salt to protect from zombies, witches, and old boyfriends." **C. Hocus Pocus **

"I’m a ghost with the most, babe."**S. Beetlejuice **

"It’s my party and I’ll die if I want do, die if I want to. You will die too, when it happens to you."**Q. Casper **

"We’ve got to find Jack! There’s only 365 days left until next Halloween!" **V. The Nightmare Before Christmas **

"The Great Pumpkin will rise out of the pumpkin patch. He flies through the air and brings toys to all the children of the world." **J. It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown **

"Isn’t the view beautiful? It takes my breath away. Well, it would if I had any." **F. Corpse Bride **

“Hi, I’m Chucky, wanna play?” **O. Chucky **

“I see dead people.” **H. The Sixth Sense **

“I’m a mouse, duh.” *Y. Mean Girls **

“I am the pumpkin king.” **A. The Nightmare Before Christmas **

“I, myself, am strange and unusual.”K. Beetlejuice