#that last shot is in the middle of a *num num num*

[fitgothgirl]

Was taking a picture of how he sometimes just buries his face on you and he woke up and yawned and I just kept taking shots. Caught an amazing sequence of events. 🖤

[mykoreanlove]

not the christmas party you had in mind

LEE KNOW AU // OFFICE SETTING

“Just say my name when you’re entering the building. They’re already waiting for you.”

You giggled wholeheartedly as you read your friend’s text. You haven’t seen her in forever, but she hasn’t changed a bit.

Ever since you moved to Seoul gatherings like these became seldom, so you appreciated her inviting you to her work event even more.

You hid your face in your wool scarf as the cold attacked you brutally.

“Finally”, you mumbled as you made it to the company building.

The facility was decorated beautifully. You spotted mellow fairy lights, a big Christmas tree with shiny ornaments and mistle toes hanging from the ceiling. Your eyes wandered to the counter where a couple of employees waited around, joking and laughing about today’s event.

“Hi. I am here with y/besties/n. Does that ring a bell?”

The guy responsible looked up from his computer and took a good look at you – which made you stop in your tracks. Damn, he was attractive.

Light brown hair, parted in the middle with kind eyes and a devious smirk. His blue name tag hung around his neck, but it was too small for you to decipher.

He scanned the list and smiled at you.

“Are you y/n?”

You flashed him your kindest smile and hoped to see him later at the party.

“Yeah, hi.”

He motioned his hand to his colleague: “Please go with her. Enjoy the party.”

Your eyes scanned the room, but your bestie was no where in sight. As you went to get rid of your coat you scanned the area – the people looked nice, but no one piqued your interest quite like he did. You wondered if he would come up later too as you felt a hand grab you by your shoulder.

“Y/N!”, your bestie screamed excitedly. You hugged her tightly and talked for a while.

“Listen, that guy downstairs is hella cute.”

She nodded in response. “Oh my god, right? I thought so, too!”

It felt like hours went by until you finally saw him again. He was dominating the room like a lion – everybody wanted to talk to him, every woman was desperate for his attention.

“He is walking around like he’s fucking half of them; don’t you think?”, your friend whispered in your ear. You felt your chest tighten. She was probably right – even if he was single, he probably would be interested in a couple of women.

The night went by, and you had a blast with your friend. Shots and laughter filled your whole system. A couple of times you caught the guy from downstairs staring at you, but only for a second or two.

“Let’s go. I wanna go home.”

You grabbed her by the shoulders: “One last shot and we go. Come on.”

You motioned her to the bar and found your point of interest lingering there, too. He was holding up a shot glass and pointing it to you.

“We didn’t drink once”, you rolled your eyes at him. He turned around and ordered some more, making his way to you.

“You can’t leave without having a shot with me first.”

He handed you the pink liquor and looked you deeply in the eyes – daring you obey him.

As you gulped it down you felt him whispering in your ear.

“I don’t want you to think that this is some kind of lame pick up line but I gotta tell you.. You are such a beautiful woman. I noticed you right away when you entered the building.”

Butterflies appeared in your stomach as you listened to him complimenting you. You turned your head and whispered in his ear now.

“Thank you. Even though now I’m kinda sad that this wasn’t a pick up line.”

His laughter melted your heart.

“Oh come on, that is a nice thing.”

He held out his hand to you.

“I am Lee Know. Who are you?” You took his hand and shook it confidently.

“Y/N. Nice to meet you, Lee Know.”

You chatted for a while – about work and interests but got interrupted by your friend who was desperate to go home.

“I gotta go. I’m sorry.”

He smiled sadly.

“Don’t be. There’s always another party. I expect you to be there.” His charms grew on you.

“I can’t just show up, you know? Why don’t you give me your number?”

He entered the digits of his number in your phone and handed it back to you – smiling.

Shortly after, he slung his arms around you and hugged you goodbye.

“Wow, you smell amazing y/n.”

You smirked. Buying that overpriced Burberry perfume definitely paid off.

“Bye Lee Know.”

You followed your friend, feeling excited and giddy on the inside.

“Ah hold on. The boss wants us to show the office’s branch before we leave.”

The boss, a middle-aged guy with golden retriever energy, already waited for you two.

“Welcome, ladies. Ready for our tour?” You walked along the corridors and didn’t think much of it as you asked him about Lee Know.

“Hey, who is the guy that was checking the lists earlier?”

The boss looked at you surprised.

“Oh, you mean Minho?” Confusion cursed through you.

“Minho? No, Lee Know.” He remained silent, which didn’t sit right with you either.

“Ah, Lee Know, right. Actually, he’s my assistant.”

He opened the door to the office and showed you around.

“Here is my place and over there, there’s Lee Know.”

Your eyes lit up.

“Really?”

You looked around – it was a rather boring office set up, so you decided to make it prettier. You grabbed a blue sticky note and scrambled a message on it. You wanted him to remember you.

It was nice meeting you. Even if it was short. Hopefully, we can see each other again. Best, y/n <3

As you made your way out your friend noticed your perfume, too.

“How did I not notice your perfume before? You smell amazing. What is this?” You smiled again.

“Funny enough, Lee Know said the same thing.”

“He did?” His boss’ eyes widened in surprise. Something about his reactions really irked you, irritation flooding you.

“Yeah. He said I smelled nice. Among some other stuff.”

“Like what?”, your friend asked.

“Ehm”, you stumbled, not knowing if you should say this in front of his boss.

“He said that I’m a very beautiful woman and that he noticed me right from the beginning.”

His boss’ face turned cold.

“I can’t believe it. Did he also mention that he is married and the father of a newborn?”

“WHAT?” Your jaw hit the floor.

His boss sighed annoyed.

“Yeah, thought so.”

[babymetaldoll]

The Super Secret Mystery Project (Insomnia II) (Matthew Gray Gubler / Reader)

Requested: Yes 

Summary: Matthew Gray Gubler proposes to Reader after seven years together 

Warning: You might die of an overdose of fluffiness. Sorry, I can’t help it. 

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler / Reader

Word count: 2,6 K

A/N: Thank you all for the nice comments and requests <3 

Part I  

Materlist

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- “I need you to guard this for me”- Matthew Gray ran into the kitchen and nearly killed his girlfriend of a heart attack. She jumped on her spot and almost dropped the cake pan she was holding.  

- “Jesus!! Gubler!!”- but he just laughed and kissed her cheek sweetly, notoriously excited about something she didn’t know. 

- “Sorry Bunny!! Just keep this for me for a while, ok?”

Matthew placed an envelope in her pocket and wrapped his arms around her waist. 

- “What are you baking?” 

- “I’ve been craving an ice cream cake all week, and today I finally have time to do it”

- “Damn, sounds good, which ice cream’s flavors?” 

- “Oreo cookies and cream, and chocolate chip cookie dough”- Gubler kissed (Y/N)’s neck making her giggle as she kept pouring batter on the pan.

- “You are gonna make me get fat”

- “You don’t have to eat it”- (Y/N) turned and smiled at her boyfriend- “More for me.”

- “You wish, young lady, but that ice cream cake has to get the Gubler’s seal of approval before it’s served”- Matthew pecked her nose and moved to the fridge. His girlfriend stared at him with a sweet smile, thinking she was dating the most adorable manchild on earth.  

- “And what am I guarding by the way?” 

(Y/N) looked back at the pan and prepared it to get into the oven, and her boyfriend stayed quiet for a few seconds, trying to arrange his thoughts. It was an important deal, and he had to make sure it all turned out perfect. 

- “Remember that project I’ve been working on?”- he finally said, as casually as possible.

- “The “Super Secret Mystery Project”?”- she asked, thrilled to know more about it- “The one you’ve been working secretly for the last two weeks?”

- “Yes, that’s the one”- the actor took a sip of water and finally made his move- “I was thinking I could show it to you later”

- “Really? is it done?”- (Y/N) turned to him the second she closed the oven- “Can we see it now?”

- “Nope, you have to finish that cake first”- her instantaneous pout made him chuckle immediately.

- “Please?”

- “No, Bunny, you’ll have to wait.” 

The “Super secret mystery project” had taken Matthew Gray Gubler at least two weeks in the making, mostly because he had to do it at work, in between shots in the set. Why? ‘cos (Y/N) couldn’t see it, which meant he couldn’t do it home. 

Ever since the last time he was forced to spend a whole week home alone, he had made the decision: it was time to propose. But first, he had to find the perfect way to do it. 

There was no way on earth Gubler was going to do it over dinner in a restaurant. 

Neither on the beach at sunset. It had to be special. It had to be different. It had to be about them. Easier said than done, that’s why it took him exactly seventeen days to be completely ready to do it. And the day was that night. 

- “Ok Gubbilubie, the cake is in the freezer, can I see the “Super secret mystery project” now?”- (Y/N) literally jumped on the couch onto Gubler’s lap and pouted- “Please?”

- “Gubilubie? what the fuck?”

- “I don’t know, it just came to my mind in the desperation to get your… attention?”- she made up a bad excuse and snickered- “Come on, it wasn’t that bad… was it?”

- “Please never call me that again”- Matthew Gray pretended to get serious, but you could tell he was making his best not to smile. 

- “What? Gubilubie? why not? it sounds super cute”

- “I hate it”- he was lying

- “If you don’t want me to call you that again, show me the Super Secret Mystery Project.”

- “You love calling it by that name, don’t you?”- Gubler leaned and kissed (Y/N)’s lips softly a few times.  

- “What can I say… it’s a good name, just like Gubilubie”

- “Stop it”

(Y/N) smiled and watched him stand up and grab the remote control. 

- “Ok, so, it took me a while to master this project, it’s something I’ve had in mind for years, but it has always been hard for me to find the right time to do it… besides, I felt I needed more to add to the story, more character development, more… I don’t know, like one last push, maybe? I don’t know how to explain it”

- “Is this about the puppet show you were putting on the other day in your office?”

- “No”- Matthew laughed immediately- “Although, maybe I could add it… I’m not sure… it’s not a bad idea” 

- “Come on! show me the project!”- (Y/N) jumped on her seat and clapped excitedly. 

- “Fine, just… be honest and tell me what you think, ok?”

Matthew Gray Gubler was nervous. He had always said you had to get nervous when you were doing something important, ‘cos it meant you actually cared for it. Well, this time, he was truly nervous. Afraid even… hysterical, maybe, but making his best to look as cool as a cucumber. He loved that comparison, he was indeed a fan of cucumbers. Not ta fan of eating them, ‘cos he said they were disgusting, but he supported them. His words exactly.  

  The second he pushed play, there was no way back. 

- “Hi, I’m Matthew Gray Gubler”- the image of him sitting in his trailer waving at the camera made (Y/N) smile immediately- “And today, I’m here to make some magic, make you laugh, but mostly, to tell you a little story about this incredible girl who met this, badly groomed, awkward and hyperventilated looking dude a few years ago, and somehow, fell in love with him”. 

(Y/N) looked at him not getting what was going on. He just smiled and pointed at the screen. 

- “Keep watching, it gets better.” 

And it did. 

- “Hi, I’m (Y/N)”- on the screen, Gubler impersonated her voice and stood next to a real size cardboard cutout standup of her, in the middle of the bullpen set. There were people around him actually pretending that wasn’t weird at all and just kept working. 

- “Are you serious?!”- the real-life (Y/N) yelled and laughed as soon as she saw the screen- “What the fuck is this?”

- “Just keep watching, and don’t laugh, this is some serious work, Bunny, it might be the best thing I’ve ever directed”

- “Hello, I’m Matthew, nice to meet you, (Y/N)”- and in the scene, Gubler shook the cardboard hand and smiled- “You smell like cinnamon”

- “I just baked cinnamon rolls”

- “So, do you bake a lot?”- that had indeed been their first and awkward conversation the day they had met at a party one of their friends had thrown. 

- “No… yes, have someone ever told you how hot you are?”

- “Gubler!”- (Y/N) yelled and smacked his arm right away- “I didn’t say that!!”

- “It’s an adaptation, I’m sure you were thinking about it”

- “I was not thinking that!”

Yes, that was exactly what she had thought. 

- “Be quiet, I wanna know what happens next”- Matthew covered (Y/N)’s mouth with his hand and turned to the screen. 

- “And, would you like to go out sometime? maybe get some coffee?”- Gubler said to the cardboard.

- “Sure, sounds like a plan, you look like a nice, handsome young man who can make me happy”- (Y/N) turned and looked at Matthew with narrowed eyes, but didn’t make a noise. She was enjoying the super secret project way too much to keep talking. 

- “This is an incredible evening, so romantic!”- cardboard (Y/N) said. The scene was taking place in the Criminal Minds’s jet set- “I can’t believe you are taking me to London on our first date”

- “Why didn’t you do that in real life?”- she whispered and giggled, but he shushed her and pointed at the screen.

- “Pay attention!”

- “Anything for you, Bunny”

- “You are amazing Matthew Gray, you are the most handsome, intelligent and tall man I have ever met”- Gubler’s impersonation was so funny, his girlfriend couldn’t stop laughing  

- “You forgot I can also do magic”

- “I can’t believe it! you are perfect”- (Y/N) had to bit her lip to control the laughter. 

- “Would you like to see a trick?”

- “Of course, there is nothing on earth sexier than a guy who can do magic”

- “Great, let me get my special deck”

On the screen, Gubler started to prepare a magic trick, but now the camera was pretending to be (Y/N), so he was sitting right across from her. 

- “Take that deck of cards and pick nine cards”- on-screen Matthew said, and in real life, he pointed at a deck sitting on the coffee table

- “I think he wants you to do it”- he whispered and his girlfriend looked at him confused.

- “What?”

- “He said he was going to make a trick for you, so… try i”t- not getting what was actually going on, (Y/N) grabbed the deck and did as told. 

- “Do you’ve got your nine cards?”

- “Yup”- (Y/N) answered the screen feeling like a dork. Like a happy and excited dork.

- “Great, now shuffle them a little, then turn them, and fan them, so all the numbers are facing you, got it?”

- “Yes Mister Magician”- (Y/N) nodded at the screen and giggled, having the time of her life.

- “Spread them out, can you see all of them?”

- “Yes Gubidubi”

- “Stop it”- real-life Matthew whispered, making his girlfriend laugh

- “Shh, I’m doing a magic trick here, don’t interrupt me!”

He kept looking at her, now sitting on the floor, with his legs crossed, her eyes stuck at the screen. And he kept feeling his heart about to come out of his chest. That was indeed the biggest and more important project he had ever made. 

- “Now it’s time to pick a card, I’m gonna roll my lucky nine sides dice to pick it, ok?”- the two of them watched how Gubler did so on the screen- “Number two, so look at your second card from left to right, and memorize it, ok? ‘cos that’s your secret card, and you don’t have to forget it, alright?”

The girl nodded and looked at it.

- “I don’t know what cards you’ve got, so this is going to very hard to do… but trust me, Bunny, the Great Gubler is gonna blow your mind”

There was a short silence, ‘cos both on-screen, and real-life Matthew were looking at her at the same time, if possible. 

- “Get the cards together, turn them over, numbers down, and we are going to do my secret special shuffle, the one that’s going to do all the magic, ok?”

It was funny ‘cos (Y/N) was actually nodding at the screen, making Gubler chuckle. 

- “You have to spell your name putting the cards in a pile, ready? use one card for each letter”- and so, she did as asked- “Ready? now take the cards left in your hand and put them on top of the pile, and now hold all of them in your hand, got it?”

- “Yes!”- she wasn’t actually trying to hide her excitement

- "Awesome Bunny, now I want to be part of this so why don’t you spell my name with the cards, just like you did with yours”- (Y/N) frowned and looked at her real-life boyfriend

- “Just Matthew or can I use one of the million nicknames?”- but the answer came from the tv.

- “Spell Matthew, Bunny”- her jaw dropped, and yelled.

- “Witchcraft!!” 

Her boyfriend was really having a hard time trying no to laugh, he kept biting his lips as he smiled. So far, so good.

- “Are you done? now place the remaining cards on top of the pile, pick them all, and now put the first one facing down on the table”

- “Ok…”- she whispered 

- “Now the next one on top of it”

- “Alright…” 

- “Keep going, you can stop whenever you want to, and when you do, I want you to put the remaining cards on top of the others... if you don’t have any left, that’s cool, I just hope the trick isn’t ruined”

(Y/N) chuckled at Gubler’s face on the screen and did as told.

- “Now, as you can see, there’s no way I can know which card you selected ‘cos… well I’m not there, and I don’t know which card you selected, but, I am gonna give it a shot, ok?”

The fact she was nodding at the screen, forgetting Matthew was in fact sitting there next to her, was so far, his favorite part of the whole video. She was so into the trick, she had no idea what was coming up next. 

- “Ok Bunny, move a little closer to me and place your card facing down in your hand”- she crawled closer to the tv and giggled.

- "And now take the first three cards, don’t look at them, just hold them up and show them to me… no, neither of those, throw them away, we don’t need them, show me the next two”

And so she did, giggling nervously, thinking there was no way on earth that trick was ever going to work. 

- “Nope, your card ain’t there either, show me one more… nope, nothing… are you sure you shuffled this right? yes? sorry, don’t look at me like that! ok… you know what, none of those is your card, I’ve got the feeling you’ve got it hidden somewhere… hold it… I can feel it” 

(Y/N) frowned, confused and by instinct, her hand moved to the envelope her boyfriend had given her earlier. 

- “Yes Bunny… show me what’s in that envelope”- she knew it was the same man the whole time, but it was still freaky the guy on the tv knew everything she was doing in real life.

- “Now, open the envelope and show me the card…”- she did exactly what the magician asked her to do, and saw him smile.  

- “Finally! that’s your card, take look at it” 

When (Y/N) turned the card, she wide opened her eyes. It was actually the card she had picked, but it also had a note written on top of it with a handwriting she knew all too well, that said: “Turn around”. 

And when she did, she saw Matthew Gray Gubler kneeled in front of her holding the perfect engagement ring. 

- “I always thought magic was an illusion you create for an audience until I met you, and you made me feel the magic in life without any kind of trick, that’s why I want to be with you for the rest of my life, trying to make your days as magical as you make mine… so… (Y/N) (Y/L/N), would you marry me?” 

The tears and the smile across her face were all the answer Matthew needed, but it wasn’t until he heard her say “I do” that he didn’t let out the breath he had been holding ever since he had stopped talking. 

That was it, it was finally happening, in the most romantic, different, nerdy way Gubler could have thought about. And she had said yes. Anyone would have been sure she was going to accept, but he didn't want to take her for granted, it was the first mistake in a relationship. He hadn't done that in seven years, he wasn't going to start now. 

They held each other tight for a few minutes, whispering how much they loved each other. They kissed, they even cried a little (more than a little, actually), and finally, they sighed and smiled. 

- “Is it too soon to ask for some of that ice cream cake?- Gubler whispered in her ear and she laughed.” 

- “I was thinking about it... celebration cake?”

- “And then, celebration sex?”- they smiled at each other and nodded. 

- “I love you, Gub”

- “I love you, Bunny.” 

[onedoesnotsimplywriteafanfic]

She is dying either way Part 2

Teen Wolf

Characters: Stiles, Theo, Derek, Mellisa, Scott, Liam, Hayden, the Dread doctors, Kira, Allison

Pairing: Stiles Stelinski/ Theo Reaken X Reader Argent

Summary: Being Allisons big sister you swore to protect her. Always. After she died by the hands of an Oni you start blaming yourself for it. Separating yourself from the pack you throw yourself in fights you know you can’t handle. Becoming a stranger to your friends fighting the supernatural alone. A human against the creatures of the night.

One night you find yourself fighting for your life, ending up nearly killed and in a coma. Waking up left you with severe amnesia. Not even remembering your own name. The pack changes your last name so you can start over. Keeping their distance to protect you from a far. Theo take advantages of the situation and grows close to you. Betraying you, leaving you vulnerable.

Warnings: none so far. But it would be nice to know that the story isn’t at all accurate with the shows time line from season 3.

Word count: chapter word count: 3,992                     total word count 10,370

read part 1: here 

As the school year progressed, I was no longer the centre of attention, yet Stiles and his friends kept feeling weird when we were in the same room. And in a school that goes quickly if you have almost every lesson together.

As he was walking through the halls of Beacon Hills High, his eyes laid on my walking figure. Walking next to me was non-other than Theo Raeken, the boy who stuck around when everyone else was avoiding me. ''I can't stand the sight of these two together.'' said Stiles trough gritted teeth. ''It's for the best and you know it.'' Scott, one of Stiles friends, said gloomily.

Stiles head fell and he sighed. ''I know, but it still hurts. It should have been my hand she is holding, I should've been the one to make her laugh, I should've been the one where Theo now stands.'' The both of them stood still and looked where Theo and I were standing, one leaning against the lockers while the other grabbed their books.

Scott laid a reassuring hand on his friends shoulder. ''Maybe one day you can be.'' his words weren't all that reassuring as his gesture. ''It just kills me, knowing I can't be around her when she needs me.'' even for them it hasn't been simple the last couple of months. Making a decision like that could not have been easy.

Knowing what had really happened that night of my so-called accident was their burden to carry, something they had to try to live with.

Walking hand in hand we made our way towards the library to study. Having a free period in the middle of the day sucked. We couldn't leave and skipping school wasn't an option for me. ''Are you sure you don't want to get out of here?'' Theo asked teasingly, knowing very well I can't. ''I am sure.'' I said as I closed my book and placed it in front of me on the table. ''But we do can take a break.'' we had been studying for a while now. My legs felt num from sitting al day. ''What do you have in mind, darling.'' he let the last word roll over his tongue and looked at me whit lust full eyes.

Since a couple of weeks ago he started to call me darling every so often and it made my heart skip a beat of two.  A pit formed in my stomach and lost my ability to speak. ''Well spill it, miss rebel.'' Whit a chuckle he looked at me. ''Let's go for a walk.'' packing my stuff I looked over to Theo who looked at me dumbfounded. ''Well, you coming or not.'' I threw my backpack over my shoulder and made my way towards the exit.

In a hurry Theo shoved everything in his own backpack and hurried after me. ''Show me the way.'' He said as he caught up with me. It was a five-minute walk to the woods behind the school. ''Should I be worried that you bring me to the woods?'' I laughed at his remark. ''Maybe you should.'' I winked at him.

His fingers found mine and intertwined. ''I just needed to get out, clear my mind.'' We stroll through the forest at a slow pace. ''Still a lot on your mind?'' Theo asked worried. ''Its just that I experience these vivid memories, but they are just outside of reach. A clouded image in the far back of my mind.'' it felt like I was starting to remember things and people from before my accident. Trying to fill a void whit information I don't have.

We found a bench along the forest path. It was a perfect spot to sit and talk. ''It's like a deja fu, but the moment it pops up in my head it's gone to.'' I scooted closer to his side and rested my head on his shoulder.

I felt his arm reach around me and placed on my shoulder. ''You know I am here for you, I always will.''  I looked up to look him in the eyes. ''I know, and I am ever thankful for that.'' He planted a soft kiss on my forehead.

If I hadn't met Theo I don't know what my life would look like today. He made me forget about my accident, he made me forget about trying to remember who I used to be.

Time flew by if I was with him. We finished our walk and ended back up by the school. ''I will see you after class.'' Theo said and kissed my cheek before walking off. Frozen in place I touched my cheek. This was new, I didn't mind, but it was new. Maybe he liked me in the same way I had liked him for weeks now.

The bell had rung, and I was late for my class, I sprinted to the right classroom and sneaked in. ''Miss Woodlend, you are late.'' The coach, Bobby Finstock, is also our economics teachers, the very subject I am too late for.  Midway I stood still and looked at the coach. ''I am, coach, and I am sorry.'' there was no reason to deny. ''Don't let this happen again or it will be detention.'' basically he let me off with a warning. Hastily I searched for my seat.  

I sat two rows in front of Stiles and Scott who were whispering like school girls. ''I'm telling you there is something weird going on.'' Stiles whispered to Scott. ''These men in masks. Teenagers with silvery blood. They have be connected.'' Continued Stiles.

They tried so hard to conceal their whispers but with no luck. ''I thought that after Alison, we would have a break from the supernatural.'' Scott mentioned.

That name, Alison, why did it sounded so familiar. It was almost if I could hear her. Which was weird because I didn't know what her voice sounded like, or who she even was.

I tried to ignore their whispers, and follow the lesson. So lost in thought I wandered trough the halls looking for Theo. My thoughts kept going back to that name, Alison. I didn't notice Theo sneaking up from behind. As he reached for my hand I tackled him out of instinct, something I didn't know I could. ''Oh my god. Theo, I am so sorry.'' I helped him get back up. Shocked he looked at me. ''I didn't know you could do that.'' he awkwardly chuckled. ''Neither did I.''

I told Theo about what I heard Stiles say, I did let out a few things, so I didn't sound all to crazy. ''I need to find out who she was or is.'' He couldn't comprehend. ''Why?'' he asked. ''Because I think I knew her.'' It sounded crazy but I needed to know. ''But what makes you think she was a student here?'' what he just told me got me thinking. ''You are right, maybe she was from out of town, I'm over reacting.''  A wave of disappointment washed over me. Not of what Theo told me but because I was getting obsessive again.

One more class and we were done for the day, PE. We headed to the locker rooms to get changed. Every one who was on the lacrosse team had training and everyone else had to do laps around the field.

Minding my own business, I got changed and walked out to the field. The guys from the lacrosse team where are ready on the field, playing a match. Theo wasn't on the team, so he had to run laps too. ''Woodlend, why aren't you running?'' The coach yelled. He startled me and I didn't know how to respond other than by running.

At a slow pace I jogged my first lap, not wanting to drain my energy. I shot everyone and everything out and let my legs lead me over the grass. Passing by fellow students once, then for a second time. I wasn't necessary faster than them I lasted longer. It surprised me that I could run almost a marathon so short after my release from the hospital.

Lost in thoughts I ignored my pains and kept running until my sight went blurry. Realizing what was happening I stopped, my breathing was uneven and heavy. Leaning against a tree I tried to even my breaths, closing my eyes I counted the pauses between my breaths.  

I knew what to do in a situation like this, I had this before. But I don't think I was running for fun then, I think I was running for my life.

To prevent from panic filling my body, I sat down at the ground. Starting to remember things from my past didn't help at all with my current situation. Failing in keeping myself calm I ended up in a panic attack.

Someone came to a hold in front of me and tried to talk me out of it but without use. I could neither see them nor hear them. All I could feel were two hands cupping my face and a pair of lips pressed to mine.

A warmth washed over me that flooded away the darkness that was surrounding me. Feeling the person pull away I opened my recently closed eyes and looked into the ones of Theo. ''I needed to make you think of something else other than your panic attack, so I kissed you.'' he said carefully. All I could do was smile. ''I need you in my life more than I like to admit.'' I said whit out thinking.

It shocked him. Never had he thought that I would think about him in such way. When he didn't react I started to regret what I just had said. ''I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry.'' Quickly I got up to finish my laps. Theo stood up just as fast, if not faster. ''I am glad you said that.'' He walked towards me and hold my hand. ''Because I need you too in mine.'' and with that he kissed me again and that was the start of something new.  

As we kissed, we didn't know people were looking. Stiles looked at us from the lacrosse field, out of anger he threw his lacrosse stick on the ground and grunted. His helmet and gloves soon followed his stick on the ground. Ignoring the shouting of the coach he walked towards the locker rooms. ''Stilinski! Where do you think you are going!'' The coach screamed as loud as he could and his vein on his forehead nearly popped from anger.

Scott followed his gaze and didn't understand what was going on. ''I will talk to him, coach.'' he said as he walked after Stiles. ''What was that out there?'' he faced an angry Stiles. ''You obviously didn't see, didn't you.'' It took him everything in him not to scream. ''No.'' Scott said curtly. ''You don't know how angry it makes me, to see MY girlfriend kissing that traitor.'' Stiles was nearly if not already in tears. ''What?'' Scott did indeed not understand. ''I saw Y/N kiss Theo, the very person we I suspect of being the cause of whatever is going on around here.'' Lost of words Scott looked at his best friend.

It was only Stiles that didn't trust Theo, and not only because he just kissed his girl friend but also because he thinks that that is not the real Theo. Scott on the other hand, didn't have a problem with him. He was just like him, a werewolf, only he was looking for a pack.

The last couple of weeks Theo did help Scott and his pack to figure out what was going on in the town of Beacon Hills. There were these creatures that called themselves the Dread doctors. What they wanted was jet a mystery.

Everyone tried to play it cool and pretend they didn't know me that well when Theo was around. Theo didn't need to know what had happened to me.

In the last few months there was a tension in the air, so thick you could almost see it. Teenagers were missing, others were found dead. Police said they were a victim of an animal attack.

Also in the last months my nightmares came back. Only this time I remembered everything. Shadowy figures with Japanese masks, people with fangs and claws and a girl. She was the only thing I could not remember.

The dreams scared me because sometimes didn't seem like dreams but reality. Walking trough school I looked for Theo, normally he would wait by my locker but the only who was waiting for me was Stiles. ''Move.'' I scoffed at him. ''Please, listen.'' He begged me. With a sigh I looked at him. ''You have one minute.'' I looked at him annoyed.

Why out all of a sudden wanted he to talk to me. ''Stay away from Theo, he is not who he says he is.'' Anger filled my veins. ''Excuse you?'' I blurred out. ''Y/N. Please, trust me.'' trust him, after what he just said. ''I don't have to trust you at all. Theo is by far the best thing that has ever happened to me and why do you all of a sudden care about my well-being.'' my words hurt him, he didn't blame me though, because I didn't remember us.

With hurt filled eyes he left. Waiting for a little longer I searched for Theo, but little did I knew why he wasn't here.  Theo was with the very same men that haunted the town these days.

Not wanting to get late to class, so I left.  On my way I texted him with where he was. For hours, I didn't get a response, it annoyed me but I wasn't worried. At lunch, I did get a text back. ''Sorry, car trouble be there to pick you up though.'' Ending with a kiss emoji.

Without my best friend around the day went by so slowly. After school, I waited in the library for Theo to show up. While I waited I received another text from him that he would be running late. I could have left but I decided to stay and wait, after all I had a lot of homework to do.

School ended at four thirty and Theo texted that he was here at six. I didn't realize it was already so late. Packing my stuff in the deserted library I felt like I was being watched. Trying to keep my calm I finished packing and got out of there.

Making my way towards the exit I heard this mechanical noise. Clicking and clanging of metal gears releasing gas. Walking faster and gripping my backpack I made it to the exit of the library.  

Outside there were three people standing, they look like they came from a carnival. I stood still and looked at them not knowing what to do. They didn't spoke a word. Trying to back away from them I waddled aside.

With every step I took backwards they stepped closer. The moment I realized I was cornered, I made a run for it. Trying to reach for the school. Once inside I took out my phone and called Theo. ''Pick up, pick up!'' It looked like for ever for him to pick up. ''I know, I am late and you have all the right to be,'' Finally he had picked up but I didn't let him finish. ''Please hurry, I am scared, there are these three people. I don't know what they want.'' Looking for a hiding spot I tried to keep as quite as I possible could.

He knew immediately who I was talking about. ''Hide, I am five minutes away.'' Fear was present in his voice. I did what he told me and hide.

Out of all the places I could hide I choose the locker rooms. Carefully I placed my bag in one of the lockers and kept only my phone in hand. I could hear them closing in on me, but they were not the only one. I could hear another pair of footsteps.

Shadows were walking by the door. Holding my breath, hoping they would pass. My hands were trembling with fear. I felt my phone buzz in my hands. I looked at it and saw a text from Theo. ''I'm here, at the parking lot.'' I could make it. I bet I knew the school better than them. Typing back to him was difficult, so I spoke one in. ''I am coming to you.'' My voice was shaky and barely a whisper.

Opening the door, so I could peek into the hall. There was no one to be seen, so I made a run for it. As I was running trough the halls I heard a fight further down. The same path I needed to take.

Going against my better judgment, I ran along and saw a girl, my age, fighting one of the men. Once I got a better look at her I realised I knew her, we had some classes together. I believed her name was Kira. She was handling a katana like it was a part of her.

There was no way I could pass them. For a brief second she was distracted by my appearance. ''Get out of here now!'' she yelled at me, but got hit in the process. She flew backwards and her katana fell to the ground.

The masked man kicked the sword away and it glided over the ground. It ended up by the lockers just outside my reach. He grabbed her by the neck and held her up. Before I knew what I was doing I picked up the sword and walked closer to them, ready to fight.

I lashed out to him and hit his arm. He let go of Kira, who fell to the ground with a loud thud. I kicked him so hard he trembled backwards. It left a gap between him and us, so I could stand in front of Kira.

The man was recovered and fought back. Fighting with a sword felt like second nature, I knew how to hold it, how to lash out and how to protect myself from harms way.  ''Remarkable.'' said the man in a static voice.

In the fight I had lost my phone. Theo had called for the hundredth time but without answer. At this very moment he was making his way into the school looking for me. ''Y/N!'' I heard him call. ''Theo!'' I called back as I duck from a counter attack.  

Theo came running around the counter and saw me fighting. ''Not her!'' He yelled and lashed out with what looked like claws. His eyes looked like they were glowing a bright yellow.

I hurt Kira standing up. ''Where did you learn to fight like that?'' I gave her back her sword. ''I don't know. But it explains some scars.'' I joked and she let out a painful laugh too.  

As Theo was fighting, Kira grabbed my arm en pulled me away. ''We need to go.'' Together we run towards the parking lot. ''What about Theo?'' I asked once we were outside. ''He can take care of himself, trust me.'' I looked at the school, hoping he would walk out any minute now.

Inside Theo was still fighting. ''Like you said, her condition is perfect.'' the masked man said. ''You can take anyone but her.'' his plans had changed, at first he wanted to give me up, but he cares too much now. ''But you said,'' Theo didn't let him finish. ''I know what I said, but you can't have her!'' what he never expected, was falling in love.

Apparently the man had enough of Theo and disappear into thin air. Left alone in the hall Theo took a second to breath and then ran outside.  Kira had led me to a blue pick-up truck that looked like it had his best years. ''We can bring you home.'' Kira said opening the door. ''We?'' I asked. Looking into the car I saw Scott and Stiles. ''Oh hell no.'' I said backing away from the car.

Both Scott and Stiles stepped out of the truck. Kira walked closer to me after signing to the boys to stay put. ''Please, we need to get out of here, those men could come back any minute.'' she tried to persuade me, but without success. ''I am not leaving Theo even tough he scared the living shit out of me back there.'' thinking back to his appearance.

After hearing that Stiles jumped out the car fully. ''What did he do?'' he sounded concerned. ''None of your business.'' I scoffed at him.  ''It is. But you don't,'' I cut him of. ''But I don't what? Remember?!'' I had it with this amnesia. ''Yes.'' He said softly. I shook my head and walked back to the school.

Half-way trough the parking lot I saw Theo exit the school. Once he led eyes on me he started sprinting to me. Hugging me so tight I couldn't breathe. Reality hit me and pulled away from him. ''What was that in there?!'' I half shouted, attracting the others' attention. ''You had claws,'' I held up is hands to see them. ''fangs and glowing eyes.'' I was shaking with adrenaline and fear.

He looked over my shoulder to look at Scott who was shaking his head. ''I don't want to lie or hide anything from you any more.'' Confused was written all over my face. ''Then don't.'' Taking a deep breath he searched for the right words. ''I am a werewolf.''

My mind couldn't process, obvious it was a lie because werewolves didn't excist and yet I wanted to believe him. ''Don't lie to me, tell me the truth Theo.'' I needed him to tell me he wasn't lying. ''I am not lying.'' I was looking for the truth in his eyes and that is what I found.

His eyes glowed the same yellow as it did inside the school. His whole face changed, he grew fangs, claws and more facial hair. ''Please don't be afraid or angry.'' Turning back to normal I still looked at him, not knowing how to feel.

With my hands in my hair I turned around, looked at the others saw a very angry Scott and then back at Theo. ''Theo why did you tell her!'' Scott sounded angry. ''Because I am done lying to her.'' All he wanted to do was protect me from the same men he agreed to lead me to them.

There were so many things I didn't know about and neither did Scott. ''He is the only one honest towards me, you all choose to ignore me or make me feel worse. We are going.'' I took Theo's hand and walked to his car. ''We do need to talk though.'' I said once we were in the car. ''Of course.'' He gave me a warm smile.

We had our issues to talk out. But that didn't make me like him less. The tension between Theo and Scott and his friends was thick. Even they had to put their difference aside to work together and being honest. The only reason why they would do that was because my life depended on it.  

One night, a couple of days after the school incident, they came to my house. The masked men took me from my home and brought me to their lair. The moment of the abduction happened so fast.

One moment I was sleeping and the next I was awoken by the same mechanical noise.  Opening my eyes I saw them hovering over my bed, they all placed a hand on me and started to pulse. My body felt weird and a second later I wasn't lying in my bed any more but on an old and dirty operation table.

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[pippa-frost]

Seven, not Six - a TUA fanfic!

Hello! So, i’m new to the fandom and reaally needed to get this of my mind. I did so in the middle of studying so it was pretty rushed, and now i finally had the time to really work on it! 

It was going to be a sort of list but it just kept growing longer and out of hand so i’m afraid it’ll be more than one chapter! Anyways, i hope you like it and tell me what you think!

I just loved this show so fucking much i can’t even. SECOND SEASON HERE WE COMEEEE!!!!!!!

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Number One

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So, they go back in time. It’s all a messy, long and hard process. There are tears, yelling, accusations and apologies, goals and regrets. But they get through it, together. Finally.

They talk, for once, place all the cards on the table, information is their only weapon, Five stresses.

So they learn about everything that happened to each of them, they learn about Diego and mom and Patch; about Allison and her little girl and her sin; about Five and his math and the destruction he got shot for, about Vanya and her pills and her music; about Klaus and Ben, about the drugs, the ghosts, the War, Them, the truth - by which point they get to Luther. They all have things to feel guilty about, things they regret, mistakes they wish they hadn’t made. But the truth, as Ben calls it, a dark look on his face, is worse than all that. Because the truth is that which Klaus almost gets to bury, but Ben won’t have it. So he tells them about the ghosts (cold, screams, misery, madness), the drugs (silence, peace, warmth, numb, numb, num-), the withdrawal (hot, pain, need, panic, want, want, want, need, need, nee-), and the death. Ben has punched Luther twice by the time Diego is ready to get a go at Number One.

But. They get through it. Kinda.

They hardly ever sleep alone, always one of them next to another. All seven of them more often than not. Because Five is paranoid and (quote) he’s the only one who stands a chance if people come for them; they don’t mention that they know he’s counting heads at all times, it’s not like they’re not guilty of doing the same. Luther would stay with Allison, but she won’t let go of Vanya, who isn’t Luther’s biggest fan. But she’s not the only one. While Diego might eventually forgive, he never forgets, and he’s not about to engage in either of those after learning that not only had Number One trapped Vanya by tricking her with a hug, but that he had choked Klaus and then left him for dead a few hours later. Actually dead. It’s all he can do not to cut his throat every few minutes.

Five isn’t one to snuggle so he stays close but never touching. 

And even if this wasn’t the new arrangement, no one could separate Ben and Klaus if they tried. Klaus has no problem with Luther, and while Ben doesn’t share Diego’s aggressiveness, there’s something in the way he stares at him whenever he gets too close to Klaus.

And so they end up in Allison’s room, mattresses on the floor, bed sheets and blankets and pillows all around them, maybe not all close enough to touch, but together in one room all the same. 

Reginald had not been amused, but with Five’s lead and Allison’s voice, the midnight surveillance had been taken care of.

They soon realize that it’s not enough, however, because Pogo can tell something’s up. By then, any remorse any of them could have felt is long gone, after days of training that their brains had somehow been able to downplay in tragedy. Their memories hadn’t been this bad, training hadn’t been this bad. But then again, they didn’t have the perspective they do now, didn’t have anything to compare their activities to fully comprehend how horrible it was.

They had never blamed Pogo for anything. 

They do now.

Vanya doesn’t take her pills. They won’t go as far as to suddenly make Reginald stop being a bastard and get some sense all of the sudden, but they’re easy enough to hide and get rid of, much easier than making sure to train their sister into not showing her powers along with every emotion. But they make do, they can’t afford not to.

They keep training because they know they’ll need it, but not all of it follows Reginald’s plan. And little by little, they get time of their own. Both for training and just being together, this time with Vanya and with one another, the way they wish they had known was the normal sibling way. It’s little, maybe one or two hours a day, but it’s all they can afford, all they can risk.

They go on missions, they protect each other. Vanya starts learning first care with their mom, and is there every time they step back into the house after a mission.

Reginald doesn’t like it. He knows they’re stronger together and more than once he realizes what’s happening, just as Pogo does. Those are days they all panic, and find it hard to breathe afterwards. However, Mom is theirs. One of the first things they do is rumor Pogo into fixing Grace, they know the only one who could have brought her back last time was him, and they were right. So they make it so that she’s no longer trapped by Reginald’s goals in her creation, and that not Pogo nor Reginald can ever change it back.

They still suffer, it’s still all messed up. To call it abuse doesn’t begin to truly describe what they are forced to go through for a second time. But it’s not as hard to handle as a group. They still have to endure a lot of things. A lot of... experiments. But it’s better than last time, and they make sure to draw a line. 

Klaus is not forced into mausoleums again even if that doesn’t erase the times he was locked in before. Five is not forced to continue jumping after passing out more than once. Ben is not forced to bathe in animals’ blood (so much). Diego is not forced to aim at their mom or their siblings, or animals (so much). Allison is no longer made to play with people’s minds until her throat is raw and thoughts a mess. Luther is no longer forced to work until he can’t even scream anymore and his muscles feel like tearing apart. There’re no more days without food.

They are still forced to do a lot of things. And a lot of nights are spent with tears of fear, frustration and anger, nightmares and flashbacks. They’re adults, they already escaped this hell once, they don’t have to put up with this. But they are also children, and the fear and so many other emotions that come with it are almost unbearable. And yet there’s nothing they can do and this is the best they’re gonna get.

They can’t mess up with the timeline. 

They discuss about it a lot. How can they prevent the apocalypse and expect not to change the timeline too much?

Reginald is not too hard, the public never knew much about him, not really, so all they have to do is keep him from tormenting them too much. As long as the world knows he’s still there until the moment he takes his life.

It’s hard to get the point across to Diego and Ben, the latter being a surprise for them all. 

Ben dying is not an option. And even still, it was never something they went out of their way to tell the world.

They’ll stay together until the time most of them left to live alone, only this time, they’ll leave together. Luther did stay, however, so they know they will have to do some missions even after leaving, but they try not to think about that.

Of all this, they are certain. Anything else, they’ll figure it out along the way.

Only, if it were easy, everyone would do it. There’s a reason why things happen the way they do, and the existence of the Commission is not the main one.

Five doesn’t leave, and PTSD and touch are things they become experts in; Ben doesn’t die, they all help him with his fear of Them, just as they help Klaus with the screams of death and war, being there before any drugs can get him. Vanya and Ben are the experts, both of them know and admit they are all messed up and know there are ways to work through it, Ben with his books, Vanya with her experience with therapy. And they work hard to get Allison and Luther to understand how abuse was every bit of a scar on their minds as it was for the rest of them, especially to Luther. 

But knowing how the future plays out makes them all the more vulnerable to unexpected things, to unconsidered variables.

Later, tense with rage stronger than his hatred towards the Handler, Five is the first to admit they somehow managed to underestimate their bastard of a father, even having a whole timeline of experience over him.

They have plenty of close calls, plenty of scary moments, where they’d stay awake wondering if they saved one sibling just to lose another.

There’s Allison getting shot, Luther getting stabbed, and Five-

Well. Five doesn’t get to get hurt after Klaus acted as a shield.

Is in this last case that Reginald finally gets proof that powers are one more thing the children are hiding from him. He’s known for months, but can never truly grasp it, and he knows he must have only for it to be taken from him with a few childish words.

But he sees. He sees useless, weak Number Four. He sees his fists glow, might even see a few ghosts, but most importantly, he sees him die. And he sees him come back. 

The kids by now know that there’s something about Klaus and death, something mysterious and similar and even familiar, a connection of sorts, one that scares them like little ever has, no matter how apparently okay Klaus is with the whole concept, how sure he is of its existence as an unconditional backup, as an absolute truth, how ready he is to take it for granted. They’re not about to put the veracity of this supposedly safety net to the test; and so they do all they can to avoid the matter all together.

That is their downfall.

Reginald has been taking notes all his life. The rumors don’t change that. In fact, they only make him more careful. So while he might not remember, he knows enough. And he knows that while the children might have a way to keep him off their backs, there’s a reason why they still keep up with most of the training, which means they are not as in control as they would like to be.

And everyone knows that to take control, you start with the weakest link, which so happens to be the subject of his interest. It’s perfect.

So when training time comes for Number Four, he takes him to an old, far away part of the mansion instead of the graves, without anyone knowing.

“Where are we?“ Klaus asks, a sick feeling settling in his stomach. He’s gotten better at dealing with ghosts, a few of them acting more like Ben used to do, silent companions, always there. Nothing compared to what Ben had been of course, but a hell of a lot better that the others. He was getting better at making them corporeal, especially with Ben’s input from his own experience, and he knows now that he can apparently move things with his mind, tho he hasn’t really been able to do it other than by accident.

“Did you know, Number Four” the man suddenly starts “that out of all of you, your powers are the least threatening? The weakest, truly“

Klaus did know that.

“Number One could crush my head with one single hand“ he says conversationally, his back to Klaus inside the big slightly dark room. Luther is still pretty much a Daddy’s boy, even if he can see now how wrong he’s been about everything, and it’s hard for him to accept the way they screw with Reginald’s mind, his hero complex unable to come to terms with all he’s known and believed in being turned upside down. So, no. Luther couldn’t do that.

“Number two” he continues “one flick of his hand and a knife would be deep between my eyes” he laughs. Klaus feels cold and scared, glancing every so often at the woman who he’s gotten used to seen in the corners. She doesn’t look back. Also, Klaus knows that’s exactly what Diego would love to do, but he isn’t sure if his brother would actually go through with it.

“Number three... Well, she could make me kill myself in lots of ways“

Allison would never do that. How could he even think that?!

“Number Five... he could kill me in my sleep and make it seem like an accident“

Well... yeah. That is true.

“And Number Six...“ he hums, turning around to look down on him and letting out a scoff “He’s a monster!“ and Klaus feels rage he hasn’t felt in a very long time, years of numbness and forced obliviousness as coping mechanisms leaving him unprepared for strong emotions for his already pretty mellow personality, and he has to fight everything he has not to let his fists turn blue. The fucker can’t know about his powers.

“He could kill us all in one night“ he says, pulling out his pocket watch and then giving Klaus a look that makes his limbs go rigid “So, you see, Number Four, it would be simple madness for me not to be prepared for such potential situations. You are all supposed to save the world, yes, and just as it’s my duty to prepare you for that, it is also my duty to do everything in my power so that you can’t do the exact opposite“

Klaus gulps, cold settling in the room. He doesn’t know where the asshole is getting with this, but it doesn’t sound good. It almost sounds like he knew about Vanya and the apocalypse and her powers, but that couldn’t be. It just couldn’t. Besides, it was exactly his fear of Vanya’s power what actually led to the end of the world

“I know you all have been playing with me” and Klaus stops breathing, his heartbeats loud inside his head, he dares a look to the side, were the closed (locked, the key on the man’s pocket) door blocks him from escape “And I have let it go because you have gotten better at both missions and training. However” he turns around again, opening the suitcase he had placed on the table behind him and starting to pull things out of it “My patience runs short, and your abilities run predictable. So imagine my surprise“ he sits on the chair behind the table, as if ready to give a lecture to a one-child class “when i saw you actually have been improving your abilities!“

Klaus feels his knees go weak, the woman is watching him curiously now, and he knows, he knows, so maybe it wouldn’t matter if he made her corporaal now? And begged her to help him? To go get Ben somehow, or Five, anyone!

How did he screw this up? How did he let Reginald see? How did he screw everything up again?! And he can only think of Five, of Diego, of Ben, where are they? Help! His mind screaming for him to run run run run! 

“How did you do it, Number Four?” the man ignores his reaction “How did you die?”

And every sound banging inside his skull makes a sudden stop. He must have heard wrong. There’s no way he’s talking abo-

“How did you come back?” the man’s voice sentences like a jury of hell.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about“ he manages, just as his panic makes his fists glow and more dead people appear around him, still invisible to the man in front of him somehow. Reginald lifts and eyebrow.

“I saw you. I know what a fatal blow is. I saw the tapes as well. Number Five lowering your body down, the whole lot of you screaming like toddlers. I know you died. And I know your brothers know that too. I also know that they must have known about this beforehand, no? It’d make sense of the way they’ve all been behaving during missions. There’s a reason why you all tried to cover it up, which is all I need as proof of the veracity of the fact“

“I- I didn’t die! You’re crazy!“

“Oh, but you did, Number Four. And then you came back“

“That’s im-“

“It is impossible“ he nods, before lifting his shin “For your siblings at least“

And Klaus freezes. There are at least ten ghosts around the room now, all looking at the man before him, and yet, right now, not one of them scares him more than said man. There’s a whisper of a ringing noise between his ears, and maybe he’s imagining it just as he’s imagining his hot breath against the now cold, cold room. His hands are covered in blue fire, but it doesn’t burn at all, unlike the burning caused by the knot inside his throat. The ghost aren’t corporeal yet, and while he’s been trying his best not to show them so far, he’s now stuck, because letting Reginald see them seems like a better choice than keep this conversation going, especially with the look his father is giving him, a gaze colder than those of the dead, scarier than the sights of gore that always follow his step.

He glances at the door again before he can stop himself, his whole body trembling in terror.

“Ah, don’t waste your time, Number Four” the man scoffs, fumbling with the briefcase still “You won’t leave”

“Why is that” he asks after gulping, trying desperately to keep the fear out of his voice. He’s not a kid anymore, he’s an adult, he’s been tortured, he’s been a soldier, this isn’t as scary as he thinks it is. It can’t be.

“Hmm, so I see your newly developed powers didn’t come with higher thinking capabilities” he stands up, now a knife between his fingers, unimpressed expression firmly in place “I told you, I have ways to get rid of every single one of you, of keeping you in your place, of making sure you never get to play this silly game again. Maybe they won’t work on you, at least not until we make some tests, but they will definitely work on your siblings. Up until now I hadn’t had a reason to use them, but with all your little games recently, well. You’re getting dangerous, and I’m running out of patience. However, balance can always be achieved”

“You wouldn’t” he manages brokenly “You need us” and Five had said so himself, so it couldn’t not be true. The bastard is now a few steps before him, and laughs.

“Number Four. There’re dozens of you out there. I managed to get you seven once. I can get a few others again. And yes, you could try to stop me with your silly little game, but believe me when I say, there would only be six of you by the time you managed to do so” the man finishes, his tone unbothered, as if shrugging through his words.

And that’s it. The man moves around and Klaus is distantly aware of being pushed backwards to sit on a chair, his Father somewhere above him. Everything else is silent. Klaus, ironically, feels a kind of numbness surrounding him, so different from the kinds he’s used to, and yet so similar. There’s no longer ringing on his ears, panic’s whispers; instead, there’s silence, but not empty silence. The air feels heavy around him as if surrounded by an invisible fog, cotton around and inside his head, blocking thoughts and emotions alike.

Because it’s true, isn’t it? There’s absolutely nothing he can do. No option for him to choose, no actions for him to take. There’s nothing he can do to stop their dad. Who would stop him? Who could stop him? Who knows what things he has to get rid of them? It was easy enough for him to do as such to Vanya, what else couldn’t he do? His siblings, they’re all human, they’re all vulnerable. They can all be killed. They can all die. They already had in one timeline. Hell, they all had in several timelines.

There was absolutely nothing he could do. He could try to escape, but would he dare? Would he be able to run fast enough towards his siblings before any of them being killed somehow? They weren’t even close to their usual part of the mansion. He wouldn’t make it. He couldn’t make it. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t do anything.

He’s frozen, barely there, hopelessness numbing everything, a void inside his chest, something broken, something inside his chest he had almost managed to forget, taking everything away. He’s trapped. They were supposed to be better this time around. And now because of him he might lose everything again. He can’t. He can’t leave. He can’t let him do that, not to any of them. They are all he has left. They are everythi-

He flinches and reality rushes to him.

Reginald has just made a cut on his wrist. His vision is blurry from silent tears he hadn’t felt falling, blood feels warm against his skin as it runs through his hand. His Father takes a few steps back to lean on the table, now full of equipment he hadn’t seen before.

He’s trapped again. He actually doesn’t feel the need for drugs right now, and what a funny thing that is. Somewhere in his mind, a little Klaus actually acknowledges that fact, but it’s almost drowned by the numbness stuffing everything like cotton, his mind, his eyes, his ears.

He’s trapped again, and for the first time that isn’t the problem. All the times before, it was all about how long he’d be locked for, how long he’d be forced to endure the screams and the agony and the hatred and the desperation of lives cut short. Getting out eventually had never been the issue.

Now? Now there’re ghosts looking at the scene with blank faces yet curious eyes, but he can’t hear them; there are broken souls around him, yet they don’t go near him; there’s a Monster just like before, yet now he isn’t the one throwing him to the wolves, instead the Monster is now the sole torturer.

He’s trapped again, and now he knows there’s no getting out at all.  

[lifeofmarvvel]

Finals Frenzy and Christmas Cheer- Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Finals are coming up with the end of the semester. As per every year, stress levels are through the roof. Luckily, your good friend Peter agrees when you ask (trick) him to help you. The major problem, though, is that it just doesn't feel like Christmas despite it being less than a month away. You ramble about this to Peter, assuming he's not listening. 

With the aid of your sister, Astrid, Peter finds how to lift your spirits after all. Plus a little more.

Word Count: 6447

A/N: Wow, I never thought I would write a one-shot that's so long. I hope you all enjoy it! Also, in advance, sorry if you do have a teacher named Mr. Brown that you do find interesting. Astrid is sneaky and I loved writing her. If -insert bug pun here- had an excess of smiles, this one has an excess of laughter. This started out as fluff without plot but then it grew its own plot and here we are. Warning: I've never been on a date let alone have a boyfriend so if some of it comes off as awkward that's why. I also have never been to NYC, so sorry for any possible inaccuracies. Thanks for reading! Merry Christmas!(

Y/F/S) stands for Your Favorite Scent

“Finals are upon us!”

The saying was spread far and wide across Midtown High School. It was finals week- or, as some would rather say, Doomsweek. The final stretch before break. Make it or break it. The most stressful week of the year. Insanity week. Torture. The end of us all. Final frenzy. You get the picture.

The same could be said about you. You were drowning in classwork. Final papers, presentations, and projects before an influx of study study study for all the tests. If one wasn’t carefully planning things out, it got overwhelming and fast.

Inside of school, it was all anyone could focus on. Outside of school, it seemed society didn’t know finals existed. The holidays were approaching and the atmosphere reflected it- though not the actual weather yet. Everywhere, Christmas carols were being played. Ads for all kinds of gifts showed on TV. People dressed in red and green, bundled up for the cold that NYC presented starting fall, as per usual. Christmas cheer was spreading- and quickly, as the days past.

None of that translated into school. Instead of carols, classical music was being played to help focus, if there even was any playing. There was no time to watch TV unless you were procrastinating all your homework. Students dressed in sweats, coffee mugs not too far away, overcome with exhaustion. Finals fear was spreading, more like it.

Of course, there were a few kids who were in the Christmas spirit. The kind of kids that started listening to Christmas music at midnight on November First. The kind that wore ugly sweaters every day as soon as the weather permitted. The kind of kids that would celebrate Christmas year round.

You were not one of those kids. The stress was starting to get to you, and none of your due dates had even arrived yet. The pressure was too much. Instead of doing your homework, you devised a plan to get your friend, Peter, into sorting it out for you. He was top of the class- surely, he had no stress over finals.

Today, you planned on taking action during class. If you got it out at the right moment, he’d have no choice to say no before class started. Details could be talked about after school.

You walked into your shared class, scanning the room for him. Easily spotting him and Ned, you made your way over, plopping down in the seat next to him. “Hey, Peter. Hi Ned,” you greeted before joining in on their conversation.

A few minutes later and a swift glance at the clock told you it was time. In a lull of conversation, you interjected, “Peter, you’re going to help me with my finals after school today and the rest of finals week. At my house. Thanks.”

Peter opened his mouth to respond, but the teacher began to talk. “Good morning, class. Today we will be talking about-” It didn’t take long for Peter to close his mouth, frowning slightly, and shift his focus to the lesson. Mission accomplished.

It actually worked. You couldn’t believe it. After school- as you hadn’t had any other classes together- Peter cornered you at your locker. You exchanged a rundown of details and with a text to May, he agreed. You offered Ned the same invite over, but he declined, stating he had a project to work on with Betty.

Unfortunately for Peter, you didn’t stay focused for long. You were in your room with the door open- a habit formed because of your parents’ rule, even if neither of them was currently home. You sat in your swivel chair, switching between spinning yourself dizzy and rocking back and forth, books long forgotten. Peter sat on your bed, book splayed across his lap. His head tilted sideways as he watched you ramble.

“C’mon, (Y/N),” he pleaded once again. “I’m here to help but I can’t do that if we don’t actually study.”

Your ramble continued, completely ignoring his words. “-and now it doesn’t even feel like Christmas time anymore! You know, when we were little it felt like it snowed alllll of December. Now, it decides to snow once or twice in November, and then maybe, just mayybbbeee once on, like, Christmas Eve or something and not again until, like, mid-January with a snowstorm. It’s not fair! That’s part of what makes Christmas feel like Christmas!” You stopped, pointing a finger at him. “Ya feel me?”

He sighed. “Yes,” he responded, knowing if he tried again you’d continue to talk over him again.

“It doesn’t even feel like December is part of the problem. It feels like it’s supposed to be November. That month certainly went by too fast for my liking. One day, it was August, suddenly, it’s FINALS?!”

Out of nowhere, you whipped up straight, eyes wide. “Oh, finals! That’s why you’re here! I’m so sorry, Peter! Now, let’s get back to studying!” You grabbed your book and settled back on your bed next to him. It thankfully didn’t take too long for you to get back into the swing of things.

You were in the middle of studying for your history final when the front door slammed open. “(Y/N)! I’m home!” your little sister interrupted, breaking the atmosphere.

Great. So she was home from school. She was young enough that she was in middle school but that didn’t stop her from being nosey. “Where are you?” She popped her head into your room. “Ooo, you have a boy over! I can’t wait to tell Mom!”

You gave her a hard look. “Dude, seriously? Anyway, this is Peter and he’s my friend and he’s here to help me study for finals.” You turned towards Peter. “Pete, this is my sister, Astrid. She’s a pain but we love her anyways.” She pouted, bottom lip sticking out.

He laughed at your words. “Hello, Astrid. Nice to meet you.” He stuck his hand out, which she hesitantly shook. She scanned both Peter and the room, then nodded.

Astrid left the room, calling out “No making out! I don’t wanna see it!” as she left. Immediately, you could feel your face heating up. Peter’s face turned bright red as well.

You adjust the collar of your shirt. “Alright… we can go study in the living room if that makes you more comfortable?” It came out a question even though that wasn’t your intent. “Plus, we can keep an eye on her, then…” With Peter’s nod, you gathered your stuff and promptly switched rooms.

Unlike Astrid’s claims, no make-outs ever happened and never will happen between you and Peter. He was your friend. You didn’t think about him like that. Nope. Not at all. You never ever ever ever ever wondered what it would be like to cuddle with him, to run your hands through his hair, to be the focal point of his thoughts….. Nope. Never happened. Never will.

Okay so maybe you were lying to yourself a bit.

But it’s not like you had time to do that, even if you wanted to. It was the last day of finals- the last day of the first semester. Only a few more tests and you’d be free. All that hard work would’ve paid off. After the- incident- with Astrid, you and Peter either met up at his house (May was the best, honestly) or at the library. Peter’s help was working you wonders. So far, finals had passed by easier than in years past.

Before you could go off to class the sight of Peter waving in your direction caught your eye. When you caught his eye, he beckoned you over. “Hey!” he greeted cheerfully.

“Hey,” you responded back. “I’m so ready for this day to be over already. I’m home-bound.”

He laughed. “Uh, actually, I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my house? Ned and I are gonna watch a few movies in celebration.” He rubbed the back of his neck a bit, avoiding eye contact for some odd reason.

“Sure! Sounds great!” You pulled out your phone to give your parents a heads up.

“Great!” He wrapped one arm around you, pulling you in for a short one-sided hug as best he could around your backpack. “You’re the best!” He hesitated, then kissed you on the cheek. With that, he was gone, lost to the sea of exhausted students.

Your cheek tingled as you stood there, thrown off guard. Had that happened? Your mom’s reply had distracted you, leaving you underprepared for what Peter just did. Well then. You scanned the crowd, trying to see if you could catch sight of Peter, to no avail. With a shrug, you headed off to class. You could ponder this more between tests later.

True to your word and his, you and Peter met up at your locker after school. After gathering your things, you took the subway. You were making good time- that is until Peter insisted on entering Delmar’s for his daily sandwich.

Peter was greeted with a “Hey there, Mr. Parker,” when he entered. “Is that your girlfriend? The girl you talk so much about?”

Immediately, Peter’s ears went red, as well as some of his cheeks. “Uh- excuse me? N-no. (Y/N) and I- we’re- we’re not dating. We’re just friends. Just friends, Mr. Delmar.” He took a small step away from you in an attempt to create space between you.

Mr. Delmar gave Peter a look that to Peter spoke volumes. To you, it said nothing. “Okay, well, Number Five for you, right? Anything for the lady?” Peter nodded and looked at you expectantly.

“Oh, no, I don’t need anything. You see, I have the last lunch of the day and so I didn’t eat too long ago. I’m fine,” you shrugged off.

“C’mon, (Y/N). You’re always hungry. And don’t worry about money. It’s on me,” Peter said. Delmar gave him what looked like an “I-told-you-so” face. He was in for a round of questioning later.

Knowing Peter wasn’t going to give up, you looked at the menu. “Okay, fine. I’ll have the….Number Seven, I guess.” Delmar got to work promptly, and soon enough, the two sandwiches sat on the counter. Peter paid, and you left with many thanks.

You walked for a bit, side by side, playing with the foil on your sandwich. “Uh, thanks, Pete. But can I ask what that was all about?”

Peter glanced sideways at you before looking forward, avoiding a haphazard cyclist. “What was what about?”

You gave him a stern look. “You know what I mean, dork.” You continued to tread next to him, almost running into him when he took an unexpected turn. This wasn’t the way to his house. Where was he going?

Peter gulped. “It’s about nothing. I mentioned you once or twice and he assumed things. He likes May, so don’t put it past him to do that.” He stopped and faced you once you started tugging on his coat.  “I, uh, was thinking we could go eat at a nearby park before heading over to the apartment?” He sounded uneasy like he wasn’t sure he had you convinced.

“Peter Parker, are you stalling?”

“Uh- maybe?”

“And why would that be?” It didn’t matter how long you’d been friends- Peter would always give in to your stern questioning. If he was being honest, he’d admit he was afraid of you to some degree.

“Well, you see- Wait, no, that won’t work. I- no, Ned and I- Nope, uh-”

“Peter cut the rambling.” You smiled despite yourself.

He continued anyway. “Peter-” you cut him off. “Is Ned going to be late?”

Thankful, he nodded. “Yeah, and I didn’t want to get home before he finished what he’s doing.”

“Then why didn’t you just say so? Nerds, the both of you.” You shook your head, exasperated. A voice in the back of your head told you he was being suspicious but you ignored it. Peter did odd things all the time around you. It was normal by now.

Peter grinned sheepishly, then continued on his way. He led you to an empty park due to the lack of snow or heat. The benches seemed to be in fair condition, making for a nice spot for a conversation.

The conversation flowed as smooth as a river. Granted, being friends for so long helped with that. You talked about finals and how you thought you fared. Even though you only had one class together it didn’t mean you didn’t have the same teachers throughout the day. Peter suggested a few more activities you could do throughout break as well. You asked him about his Stark Internship and how that was going to work over the holidays. He briefly mentioned something about Mr. Stark doing something large scale and something small scale within a few days of each other that he’d have to go to but that was it.

The sandwiches were soon consumed, the foil balled up and shot into the nearby trash can. Laughter rang through the air from the two of you. There couldn’t be a better solution to the stress finals had given you than this.

Time passed quickly, and before you realized, it was 4:30. Neither teen noticed until Peter’s phone started yodeling. In the middle of an over exaggerated storytelling, Peter jumped and scrambled through his coat pockets, trying to remember where he had put it.

“Hey, Ned. Uh-huh. Yep. Yeah, gotcha. We’ll head on over now. Thanks. Sorry for getting distracted. Yep. You too. See ya. Bye.” Peter hung up and turned towards you. “Ned’s done with what he was doing and is at the apartment now. Said May let him in. You ready to go?”

“Yep. Let’s go, Parker. Race you there!”

Eight minutes later, you stood in the elevator, out of breath and defeated. Okay, so challenging Peter wasn’t your best idea but it was far from the worst. “Cheater,” you grumbled, arms crossed across your chest.

Peter only let out a small chuckle. “I didn’t cheat, you’re just a sore loser. If anything, you’re the cheater; I’m not the one who threw their hat in the other person’s face.”

Your frown deepened. “You suck.”

He laughed more. Goodness, what a sound that was. “Just you wait, (N/N).” Now, what on earth was that supposed to mean? Either he was being overconfident in your binge-watching tonight or something else was going on.

The elevator dinged, the doors opening. A quick trip down the hall led you to the Parkers’ apartment. You expected to open the door to Ned on the couch, May grabbing snacks in the kitchen, and the home menu of a movie on the TV. Instead, you got a shock.

A foot not even in the house yet and you were blown away. You convinced yourself you must’ve somehow opened the wrong door until Peter lightly nudged your back to let him enter. All you could do was stand there in awe.

There was a party. In the Parkers’ apartment. A Christmas party. At Peter’s house.

You blinked and rubbed your eyes. “Someone pinch me. There’s no way this is real.”

Christmas music softly streamed through the room. Cookies, pine, vanilla, and spices filtered through the air. Conversations provided a low rumble beneath the clinks and laughter. A Christmas tree stood proudly in the corner, presents spilling from underneath. Paper snowflakes hung from the ceiling; the whole room screamed holiday party.

Someone next to you chuckled. “I can assure you, this is real. I took the time to set it up myself.”

A gasp escaped you before you could stop it. A quick spin launched you into the arms of the one and only May Parker. “You did this?” you asked in awe. “Wow! Great job! I love it! It’s amazing. You really outdid yourself, May.”

“I know, right?” she said with a wink. “Snack’s are in the kitchen when you’re hungry. The teens have been waiting on you guys. They were about to start without you. Adults are in the dining room if you need us.” She left, entering said room and sitting down.

Peter caught your gaze and blushed. “I know you weren’t feeling the Christmas spirit, and May’s been looking for an excuse to host a party, so I decided to combine the two.”

Your smile widened. “Thank you, Peter. I love it. Is this why you stalled?”

“Yeah.” His eyes shone as if an idea popped into his head. “Does this mean I don’t suck anymore?”

You pretended to think over it. “I don’t know….” At his irresistible puppy dog eyes, you caved. “Yes.”

His face instantly lit up. “If that’s the case, then you don’t suck either. C’mon, we needa join the others.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the living room.

Many of your friends sat in various locations around the room. Ned and Betty shared the couch with MJ. A few of your other friends sat in the armchairs or on the floor. Right smack in the middle was your headache that comes and goes. Astrid.

She noticed your skeptical look upon seeing you enter the room. “Well, look who finally showed up! And holding hands!” You realized Peter’s hand still wrapped in yours even though there was no need anymore. Dropping it, your face heated up. “You’re late, sis.”

“Yeah, that’s Peter’s fault, Ash. Not mine.” Peter simply shrugged. Astrid continued to give instructions, and you soon found yourself seated next to Peter, leaning against the couch. The group was about to start a game when you had arrived, and they went through the trouble to make sure you knew how to play.

The Name Game. Object of the game: two teams go head to head to see who can name more people. One person goes at a time. They pull a slip, read the name, and describe the person to see if anyone can call out the correct name. Each turn is taken in three-minute intervals. It’s fast-paced, funny, and can last until the names run out.

Two teams had been made when you and Peter arrived. Peter, you, Michelle, and some other kids you didn’t know that well made up your team. The other team consisted of Ned, Betty, and some of your classmates, as well as Astrid.

Soon enough, the teams took off, neck and neck. Many rounds with laughter and terrible accents passed by. It was finally your turn to go. You stood up by the bowl on the coffee table. “Ready. Set. Go!”

You pulled a name few names and your team guessed successfully. Pulling out another, you looked and stifled a giggle. You knew what to do for this one. “It’s your favorite adult,” you said to Peter.

“May?” he guessed.

“Uh, no. That’s my fault for not assuming that’d be your answer. Your second favorite adult.”

Peter looked confused for a moment before it dawned on him. “Mr. Stark.”

“Yep!” At your interaction, the group laughed. You pulled another name. “Uh, so they speak monotone, they’re the most boring person I know. I know at least two people failing their class-”

“Mr. Brown!” multiple people answered at once. School-wide, he was known for his boring classes. Couldn’t even catch a break outside school.

The timer went before you knew it. The game continued easy breezy. However, that was, until Peter got up. He started giving weird descriptions sometimes that pertained to inside jokes that threw everyone else off. But not you and Ned.

He drew a slip, his face concentrated and his eyebrows furrowed. “The guy who accidentally started the French Indian War.”

“George Washington,” you stated. Everyone gave you weird looks. “What? It’s not my fault Peter and I pay attention in history while you guys sleep.”

Peter shook his head, a small smile gracing his lips. Pulling another name, he shook his head again and ran his hand through his hair. “How do I describe this?” He paused, then continued. “Er, he wears a red and blue suit? Seen around Queens on the regular. Kinda cool, I guess?”

“Pfft, Spider-Man. Duh,” you answered as Ned asked, “Is it Spider-Man?”

Michelle shook her head at your trio. “You guys are crazy.”

“Can’t disagree there. Especially him,” you teased, pointing to Peter.

He put a hand on his chest, mock offended. “I can’t believe you’ve betrayed me like that.”

Astrid shrugged. “She’s my sister. It was bound to happen,” she offered, launching another round of laughter.

The game ended not too long after that. Other activities passed, dinner was served, a movie watched. At least that part served to be true from what Peter had told you that morning. May outdid herself on the food. She could cook, but you made sure to be wary with dessert. She surprised you with that being just as good- she must’ve had someone help her. May was known for her cooking and not her baking for a reason.

Astrid bugged you on and off all night. Anytime you would get remotely close to Peter, she popped up and did so. When you sat down next to him before the movie, she plopped herself on your lap and yelled, “Love me!” before throwing her arms around you. Granted, you did push her off but she switched sides to sit between you and him. She was adamant, but you had a tough time putting your finger on why.

People started to leave around 8:00 pm as the party wound down. Games put up, the majority of the food eaten, little kids falling asleep on parents, and the sky dark. Noise levels now lower, you found yourself enjoying the classical Christmas music that had come up on the playlist. Seated in a stray chair by the window, the music appeased your spirits and the landscape awed you.

A light sprinkling of snow started to fall. Flakes illuminated by the city and Christmas lights glowed green and red. Red and green streaked white covered everything. Moonlight shone down, making the snow sparkle. It was as if someone had waved a magic wand. The landscape transformed into a far-off kingdom from a fairytale and you were the princess, admiring it from her tower.

“Guess you got your Christmas wish.” Looking up, you saw Peter sit down to your right. Astrid was off somewhere, too busy to interrupt, hopefully. “And it’s before Christmas Eve, too.”

“Sorry, what?” Though you had an idea what he was talking about, it confused you.

“Your Christmas wish,” he repeated. “You know when you rambled about how it never feels like Christmas without snow in New York. It’s snowing. You got your wish.” He looked at you softly, scanning your face.

“I didn’t think you paid attention to my ramblings, Peter,” you commented. You looked back at him. His eyes stayed trained on you as you talked. “It was insignificant. Even I forgot I said it.”

He hummed quietly. “I always pay attention to your ramblings. I know you listen to mine all the time. It’s fair that way.”

It was hard to disagree with that. “My Christmas wish has been filled in more than one way today, Peter.”

“Really?” His eyebrows rose with his shock. The expression was beyond endearing. You couldn’t stop the smile from stretching across your face. “How?”

“Really. You did it, Pete.” He continued to make that adorable confused face. “By getting May to host a Christmas Party and dragging me along has helped it feel more like Christmas. Plus, the whole season-of-giving thing. You gave away your afternoon you could’ve used with Ned or May beforehand to make sure I was surprised and enjoyed it. Thank you.”

“It was nothing. Honest. I’d do that every day for you.”

Every day? Wow. You couldn’t deny it any longer- you had a crush on the boy in front of you. And if what he said was any consolation, your feelings weren’t one-sided. At some point during the conversation, some of your hair had fallen in front of your face. Gently, Peter reached over and pushed it behind your ear.

Your heartbeat grew louder. Was what was about to happen what you thought it was? Peter held your gaze, the atmosphere tense. You weren’t sure who started moving first, but soon you were inches from each other. Peter’s breath fanned across your face, feather light. He was so close. It was a lot to take it. You leaned in to close the gap when-

“Whatcha talking about?” Astrid announced louder than necessary. You jumped and leapt across your seat, landing on the other side of your chair. Heat radiated off your neck, ears, and face. Peter looked more like a tomato than a person in the following moments. Astrid grinned, successfully keeping the two of you apart once again that night.

“Why are you both blushing?” she asked all too innocently. She knew what she did.

“No reason,” you replied, breathless. “We were just talking about the weather.”

She scoffed. “You guys are so boring. Anyway, (Y/N), Mom said we’re going home in ten minutes and that you need to be ready and not cuddling with your boyfriend when we do.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you mumbled. She hadn’t said anything about any potential boyfriend being Peter, not that you’d notice your slip until late that night when sleep failed you. Instead, she quirked an eyebrow and made sure you got the message before leaving.

You stood, Peter following your example. Clearing your throat, you began, “I feel like I’ve said this a lot today, but thank you, Peter. It means a lot to me. I’ll text you later, yeah? We can make plans for the rest of break that way.” You tucked your hair behind your ears.

Peter, hands in his pockets, ducked his head. “Yeah, that works great. And it’s no problem.” He took his hands out of his pockets and reached over, wrapping you in a hug. Hugging him back, you savored the moment before pulling away. “Thanks for coming. Well, I guess technically you had no say in that, so thanks for staying and hanging out with me today. I’ll see you soon?”

You nodded slowly. “See you soon!”

Your parents gave May their thanks and soon enough, you were home, dressed in pajamas and fighting over the sink with Astrid. Toothbrushes in mouths, you shoved each other back and forth until Astrid leaned over and spit into the sink.

“Ya know,” she said, toothbrush dangling out of her mouth. “Petah waasint gonna thow da pauty if I hawdn’t sauid anfytheng.”

You spit, taking your own toothbrush out of your mouth. “Peeta or Peter? And he did what? You should know by now not to talk with a toothbrush in your mouth.”

Astrid scowled and took her’s out. “Peter wasn’t going to throw the party if I hadn’t said anything,” she said anything. She rinsed off her brush, put it up, and left the room. Following her lead, you followed her into her room.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She sat on her bed; you sat at her desk.

“It means Peter came to me asking what he should get you for Christmas. He mentioned something about how he wanted to lift your spirits. I, being the wonderful sister that I am, suggested a Christmas party. Automatically he said May wanted an excuse for one, thus concluding that I am indeed the best sister to walk the Earth.” She gave you an overly cheesy grin, making you snicker at her boasting.

“Well then, thank you, Astrid.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. He was so desperate to cheer you up it was cute to the point of me fake gagging.” To prove her point, she did so again.

You stood up and walked over to her. “I mean it, Astrid. Brag all you want, but that really does make you a great sister.” Kissing her head, you couldn’t see her face but you knew she’d turned bashful at your words.

“Alright, now get outta my room, nerd.” Shoving you out the door, she tried to cover her glee at being complimented by her older sister. She closed the door in your face, leaving you standing there barely keeping it together.

“Goodnight, crazy,” you called through her door, chuckling.

A muffled groan sounded back before a resigned, “Goodnight to you too, dork.” Shaking your head, you headed off to bed for what ended up being a sleepless night. Hey, it’s not your fault your brain wouldn’t stop playing the possibly-almost-kiss with Peter and Astrid’s subsequent interruption over and over again.

Before you knew it, Christmas Day arrived. More snow had fallen, coating the city like a cold blanket, trapping the holiday cheer in it. Christmas morning had been spectacular. After the normal Christmas morning traditions, you sorted through your new gifts, taking the time to admire and appreciate each one.

Your family knew you well, you had to hand it to them. The gifts all seemed perfect and you couldn’t believe you had gotten certain ones. Some of your friends had also given you gifts already, whether it be they were placed under the tree or opened before break.

One person who hadn’t was Peter. Texting after the party, you agreed to exchange gifts Christmas afternoon at his house. It would be just the two of you until Ned showed up later, having plans with his family that lasted longer.

At 2:00 pm, you found yourself on the doorstep of the Parkers’ apartment once more. May greeted you with a hug before disappearing. You approached Peter’s door and knocked. “You home, Parker? You promised.”

Thuds resounded from the room. “Yeah, wait a sec. I’ve got finish something.” Waiting patiently, you listened as Peter dropped something a few times, muttered under his breath, and finally opened the door.

His hair was disheveled like he had been running his hands through it frequently. The sleeves on his sweater were pushed up to his elbows, and his feet were covered in penguin spotted socks. He smiled goofily. “Fancy seeing you here on this fine holiday.” Leaning over in an attempt to look cool, he underestimated his distance and almost toppled to the floor.

Straightening himself, he tugged his sweater. “Never speak of this again,” he said, pointing an accusing finger at you.

“I don’t know,” you mused. “That’d be some pretty good blackmail. If only I’d caught it on camera.”

He moved out of the way to let you into the room but still shot you a dirty look over his shoulder. “You do that, I’m disowning you as my friend.”

“Not if I disown you first.” You took off your coat and threw it over the back of his desk chair. Proceeding to sit down in said chair and taking off your boots, you set Peter’s wrapped present on his desk, with Ned’s right beside it.

Peter shuffled around, then hid something behind his back and walked up to you. “Is it okay if I give you your present now instead of waiting for Ned to get here? He said he’s fine with it,” he said with a wave of his phone. He moved his hands to the front, displaying a box he must’ve wrapped when you waited outside his door.

“Uh, sure. Why not?” He placed the gift on your lap. It was a box with what looked like too many layers of blue and white wrapping paper and a sloppy golden bow on top. The sight made you smile. At least he tried. A small card was placed on top.

“Can you read the card last? I know that’s not how you usually open presents, but it makes more sense once you see what the present is,” Peter requested. He shifted nervously, toeing the carpet, hands behind his back.

Card now to the side, you unwove the bow quickly and carefully. A few tugs let the paper give way. Indeed, too many layers covered the box, but that didn’t stop you. The tape was harder to open, but it ultimately gave in. You gasped when you saw what was in your hands.

Peter had gotten you a candle that smelled like (Y/F/S) and a colorful periodic table blanket. The blanket related to you once jokingly saying “The periodic table is so big I could sleep on it with room to spare.” It has been a passing joke, but Peter remembered.

“No way! Thank you! You shouldn’t have! Especially the candle- they’re so hard to get this time of year!” Peter visibly relaxed and you exchanged easy smiles.

“Okay, now open the card.”

You picked up the card and opened it the best you could. On the front, the card read, “Oh Chemist Tree, Oh Chemist Tree.” It pictured a Christmas tree with beakers for ornaments. You giggled. “That’s cute.” You opened it to see Peter’s handwriting scrawled across the page.

The middle had the typical company provided message: “Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas” with each “Ho” being the chemical symbol for Holmium. Underneath, Peter wrote:

Are you copper and tellurium? Because you are CuTe.

That was cheesy, I know. Please don’t kill me. And please take me seriously.. I’ve liked you as more than a friend for a while, and I’m horrible with words and you’re smart, funny, beautiful, and so much more. I guess what I’m trying to say is (look up now)

You couldn’t believe your eyes. You lifted your head; Peter’s fidgeting had resumed. He smiled shyly but avoided your gaze for a moment. He took a deep breath, gathering courage. Finally, he looked at you. “Will you go out with me? As more than friends?”

Your cheeks hurt from how wide you smiled. “Of course, Peter.” Was this happening? It had to be a dream. No way was this real. You were going to wake up any second now.

Except you didn’t. It was real. Peter must’ve been thinking the same thing. He let out a breath and grinned back, eyes squinting and shining. “So, uh, we’re still gonna hang out with Ned for the rest of the day, so maybe we could go tomorrow? If that’s okay with you,” he said.

“That works with me.” A pause, then, “What should I wear? Where are we going? And don’t say Delmar’s.”

He chuckled. “I promise we won’t go to Delmar’s. This time.” Shoving his hands in his pockets, he glanced at the ground before looking up again. “Wear something nice, I guess. I didn’t think I’d get this far…Uh, we can figure that out later. Unless you want to figure it out now. It’s up to you.”

“I’m fine with waiting. Ned should be here soon, anyway,” you responded. You rolled your shoulders, then set your gifts and card aside. “The only thing I’m not fine with is that my present for you seems lame now.”

Peter quirked an eyebrow at you. “I highly doubt that.” He leaned against his desk.

“Wanna bet?” you goaded.

“Sure. I win, you go on a date with me. You win, I go on a date with you.”

“Dork. Here you go. I’m about to prove you wrong.” You handed him the present and watched as he unwrapped it. So far, nothing had changed between you besides acknowledging you had feelings for each other, and you were grateful for that. No excessive awkwardness, no drastic change. Just taking it as it comes, one step at a time.

Peter unwrapped his gift with precision. “Ha, I win,” he said when he saw it.

In his hands, he held a pair of chemistry socks and a picture frame. Inside the frame was a simple picture of the two of you. May had taken it at Peter’s birthday party- it had been a gathering of a few of his friends, and she made sure she had pictures of him with everyone that showed up.  Sitting on the couch side by side, the group had been playing a trivia game. You and Peter weren’t paying much attention to it, choosing to joke around. May had noticed and caught the priceless moment. You were looking at each other, grinning, lost in your own little world.

You hadn’t known it existed. May kept it to herself, as Peter never asked to see the camera after the party. After mentioning to May what you wanted to do for Christmas, she gave you the picture and told you how wonderful of an idea it was. So here you were.

“I don’t see how that’s a win. It’s just a stupid pair of socks and a photo,” you said, doubting your choice now he had them.

“But they aren’t!” Peter insisted, clutching them to his chest. “I think they’re perfect. It shows you get me.”

You were about to argue back when out of nowhere-

THUD!

You raced to open the door, Peter not far behind, his presents left on his bed. Expecting May to be injured or something broken, you weren’t ready for the sight before your eyes.

Ned stood there, backpack on the ground and spilling open, presents in his hands. “Hi?” he asked, unsure of how to proceed. He was right outside the door, leaving the only place to go back into Peter’s room. You greeted him back.

Ned bent down to pick up the spilled contents of his book. He looked up and said, “By the way, you guys are standing underneath some mistletoe.”

“Ugh. Maaayyy,” you heard Peter whine. A quick glance up confirmed Ned’s observation.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to yet,” Peter whispered in your ear.

You thought it over. “Nah, I’m good with following through.” You leaned in, completing what went unfinished at the party in nearly the same exact spot. It was short and sweet but perfect.

Pulling away, you smiled at Peter and he reciprocated. Ned spoke, interrupting your moment. “About time. I’m gonna go ahead and assume your plan worked, Peter.”

Your jaw dropped. “You need to explain this.”

“No, I think you need to explain to me just what happened. Presents can wait. Now move.” He pushed you and Peter into the room- backpack cleaned up- before settling on the bed.

Shaking your head, you sat down and complied. This Christmas turned out better than you had guessed the week before. The future was as bright as the snow outside. Presents, time with your friends and family, and a date on the horizon. And that was just the start of many to come.

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I always want to send a list to someone, of Mangas I enjoyed, but I don't have one... (¯ ¯٥)

So I make a list here! :)

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Hatsune Miku: Bad End Night

All the World's a Stage!

Miku has always dreamed of being an actress-but just when she has a shot at making her dream a reality, her life takes an unreal twist. She's hurled into the "world of the play," a strange mansion where she meets seven mysterious, and potentially dangerous, characters.

They all have their own secrets, but there's one thing Miku knows for sure: if she doesn't find the page that was stolen from their script, she'll be trapped in the false world forever!

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Sounds interesting, didn't it? If you're a huge fan of Hatsune Miku, you'll love it! Even you're not... So I hope... (・_・;)

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Book number two:

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Moriarty the Patriot

Bevor he was Sherlock's rival, Moriarty fought against the unfair class caste system in London by making sure corrupt nobility got their comeuppance. But even the most well-intentioned plans can spin out of control-will Moriarty's dream of a more just an equal world turn him into a hero...ore a Monster?

In the late 19th century, Great Britain rules over a quarter of the world. Nobles sit in their fancy homes in comfort and luxury, while the working class slaves away at their jobs. When young Albert James Moriarty's upper-class family adopts two lower-class orphans, the cruelty the boys experience at his family's hand's cements Albert's hatred of the nobility he was born into. He ask the older of the two boys-who has a genius mind and a killer instinct-to help him rid the word of evil, starting with Albert's own family.

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Moriarty is one of my favorite books I ever read. I love detective story's and bloody murder, so this book is perfect. The mix between Moriarty- and Sherlock's cases are perfect, so you can see more perspectives of a case and their real meanings.

Seriously, I think I would join Moriarty's agency. Corruption is never a way, I know, but at least it helped. I wish, this world can be changed to...

You can also watch the Anime! _________________________________________

Book number three:

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Haikyu!!

Hinata and Kageyama

Ever since he saw the legendary player known as "the Little Giant" compete at the national volleyball finals, Shoyo Hinata has been airning to be the best volleyball player ever! Who says you need to be tall to play volleyball when you can jump higher than anyone else?

After losing his first and last volleyball match against Tobio Kageyama "the king of curt," Shoyo Hinata swears to become his rival graduation middle school. But what happens when the guy he wants to defeat ends up being his teammate!?

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I know what happened... their getting boyfriends... Yeah, Haikyu is the reason why I ship boys... AND IT'S NOT EVEN A BL!!!

Anyways, Haikyu is my absolutely favorit! Even in bad times, Haikyu make you smile! All characters got their own charm and you can't hate anyone of them! A Manga, I could repeat every day!

The Anime is awesome too! _________________________________________

Book number four:

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Bungo Stray Dogs

Ejected from the orphanage that had been his home, a despairing boy with no prospects in life named Atsushi Nakajima rescues a peculiar man from a suicide attempt-Osamu Dazai.

It turns out that Dazai is part of an armed-detective agency staffed by individuals whose supernatural powers take on a literary bent!

When Nakajima is engaged by Dazai and his associate Kunikida to hunt down a man-eating tiger terrorizing the region, little does Nakajima suspect that the encounter will transform his life forever!

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What a awesome Manga!!!

The Anime is a masterpiece!!! 人(_ _*)

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The last book, number five:

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Demon Slayer

In Taisho-era Japan, kindhearted Tanjiro Kamado makes a living selling charcoal. But his peaceful is shattered when a demon slaughters his entire family. His little sister Nezuko is the only survivor, but she has been transformed into a Demon herself! Tanjiro sets out on a dangerous journey to find a way to return his little sister to normal and destroy the demon who ruined his life.

Learning to slay demons won't be easy, and Tanjiro barely knows where to start. The surprise appearance of another boy named Giyu, who seems to know what's going on, might provide some answers... but only if Tanjiro can stop Giyu from killing his sister first!

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I have to say, I only bought the Manga because I liked the Anime so mutch! The Manga is good too, but the artstyle isn't my type.

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[stlgeekgirl]

Experiment Number 3

This is what happens when you watch Simon’s Cat after reading Sherlolly fics.  

Experiment number three with nepeta cararia.

After ingesting a small amount of the substance in its granule form, the subject has symptoms of euphoria, dilated pupils, accelerated heart rate and what seems like dry mouth.

Within the hour the subject has been in contact with the drug, subject has run around the entire flat five times, knocked off three books from the shelf twice, once by running into said bookshelf with its hind end and had tried to attack my feet no less than six times. 

Subject is currently panting in the middle of the sitting room on his back rolling around the rug, and is exhibiting signs of paranoia.  

Further experiments will revolve around said paranoia.  Reminder to bring over actual plant for next experiment to see what subject does with access to more than minute amounts given during each experiment…

“William Sherlock Scott Holmes, what have you done to my cat!”

From his curled-up position on the couch Sherlock winced as Molly’s horrified screech interrupted his observations. 

Toby, who’d been meowing and wiggling around the rug on his back suddenly let out a terrified yowl, shot straight up in the air and practically flew from the sitting room and towards the hallway, his feet barely touching the floor. 

Molly slammed the door to her flat and glared at the man still sitting on her couch, feet tucked under him, looking at her warily. 

“You gave Toby catnip. No, don’t try to deny it,” She cut him off as she stormed past him towards the kitchen. “I know what my cat looks like high.”  She sent him a dirty glare as he peeked over the couch to watch her fill up Toby’s water bowl. 

“What I want to know is why you felt the need to drug my cat.”

“One of us might as well be having some fun.”  He muttered, flopping back to his previous position. 

“What?”  He winced realizing she’d heard him.  She stormed through the flat, stopping before where he was sitting. 

“Are you high?”  She grabbed his chin in her hand and peered into his eyes, searching for any sign of drug use. 

“What?  No!”  He tried to wave her hand away, but her grip was like iron.  “I promised no more and I meant it.  Stop it!”

He retreated from her stern glare, pushed further back into the cushions.  She sniffed once and went back into the kitchen. 

He waited a moment to make sure she wasn’t coming back out like the avenging angel she was before relaxing back into his seat, his arms folding across his chest in a pout. 

“Toby, here baby.”  He heard her coo softly, shaking a bowl full of food.  “Come out and get the num nums.”

Num nums?  Honestly?

He raised back over the top of the couch to berate her on her words but was stopped by another stern glare.  He spotted Toby, the blacks of his pupils prevalent, crawling almost on his stomach carefully towards her as she softly cooed his name.  The cat was truly stoned out of its mind and Sherlock felt a little sympathy for the cat, remembering what the paranoid part of the high felt like.   The cat finally reached Molly and the bowl of food that she held and began eating as she stroked his fur. 

“That’s right, eat the lovely food and then have a little nap.  You’ll be back to normal soon.”

Sherlock went back to pouting.  The cat got love and pettings and food when he was high, all he’d gotten was slaps and told to cough.  While he was mulling over the unfairness of it all, Molly came and sat down on the couch beside him. 

“Toby’s old,” she explained.  “He can’t digest catnip like younger cats.  It reacts to him differently.  How many times has this happened?”

“Three.”  He pouted. There’s no use in denying he’d done it before, she knew…she always knew.  Molly shook her head. 

“That explains some things.”  She said, mostly to herself.  “The missing vase, misfiled books, the scattered underwear from the laundry bin.”

“That was me.”  He flinched when she gave him a look.  “I needed a pair of knickers for an experiment.  I bought you new ones.”

That earned him another exasperated glare.  

“You can’t drug Toby anymore.”

“But I’m bored.”  He was not above whining to get his way.

“Then find something else to do.  Something that doesn’t involve drugging Toby, or yourself or me,” she added as an afterthought.  He would never, but she wasn’t taking the chance of a loophole.  “Something that doesn’t involve any more of my knickers or any of my clothing for that matter, or burning down my flat.”

He wrinkled his nose and heaved a very put-upon sigh.  “You’re no fun.”

“I am tons of fun.”  

Toby half walked, half stumbled into the sitting room and hissed at Sherlock as he passed.  Sherlock eyed the cat.  

“Oh hush, you had fun while it lasted.”  He insisted.  Toby ignored him and sat in the middle of the floor to lick his hindquarters…and promptly tumbled over.  

He heard a strangled noise come from Molly and turned his head in time to see her cover a grin with her hand.

“Well, I’m off to take a bath.”  She stood up and his gaze followed her.  She glanced back at him with a small smile.  “Want to experiment on the effect that a warm bath water and an annoyingly delicious partner has on a woman’s libido?”

“That doesn’t…oh.”  He stood up and began following her down the hallway.  Back in the sitting room the sound of wet hacking could be heard.  

“By the way, too much catnip makes Toby sick.  I’ve cleaned up the last three, this time it’s your turn. Hopefully he doesn’t get sick in your shoes.”

The wet hacking turned into a sick sound that stopped Sherlock in his tracks and had him backtracking towards the sitting room.   “Toby, no!”  he yelled as he hurried to save his shoes. Molly giggled as she continued her path to the bathroom.

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Live Update: Rory McIlroy keeps career Grand Slam in sight at Masters

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Live Update: Rory McIlroy keeps career Grand Slam in sight at Masters

AUGUSTA, Ga. (AP) The Masters is living up to its hype with some of the biggest names and hottest games in contention going into the weekend.

Except for two guys who generated so much of the buzz.

Tiger Woods hit another shot into Rae’s Creek, didn’t make a birdie until the 13th hole and wound up with a 3-over 75, leaving him 13 shots behind Patrick Reed. Woods was more concerned with sticking around for the weekend than chasing a green jacket.

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Phil Mickelson matched his worst score ever at Augusta National with a 79 to make the cut on the number, leaving him 14 shots behind.

Even without them, the show is just getting started.

Reed, who has never seriously contended on a big stage outside of the Ryder Cup, had birdies on half of the holes he played Friday. That was more than enough to atone for the few times he got out of position, and his 6-under 66 put him atop the leaderboard for the first time in a major.

”I kept myself out of trouble and allowed my putter to do the work,” Reed said.

He was two shots ahead of Marc Leishman, who boldly took on a high risk when he hooked a hooded 5-iron around the trees and barely over the water on the par-5 15th to about 6 feet for an eagle.

Reed was at 9-under 135.

Right behind? Five major champions, for starters.

Henrik Stenson (70) was four shots behind. Rory McIlroy (71) is off to his best 36-hole start in seven years and is looking as poised as ever to capture the fourth leg of the career Grand Slam. Jordan Spieth lost his two-shot lead on the first hole and was on the verge of getting left behind until he made a key par putt to close out the front nine with a 40, and then salvaged a 74 to join McIlroy just five shots behind.

Looming was Dustin Johnson, the No. 1 player in the world, who made a 45-foot par putt on the 16th to atone for several birdie putts in the 10-foot range he missed. Johnson had a 68 and was six shots behind, along with PGA champion Justin Thomas, who had a 67.

Eleven of the 17 players still under par at the halfway point can be found among the top 20 in the world.

Reed, who led Augusta State to a pair of NCAA titles, opened with a 25-foot birdie putt and zoomed into the lead after two more short birdie putts. He ran off three straight birdies again at the end of the front nine, holing a 15-foot birdie at No. 9 to stretch his lead.

He is the only player in the field to make birdie on every par 5 both rounds.

”The par 5s are huge around here to be able to pick up ground on,” Reed said. ”You’re not going to shoot a low score if you don’t.”

For everyone else, it was about jockeying for position.

Spieth was happy to be near the top after the way he started – a tee shot into the trees on the right and a three putts for a double bogey, and then a drive to the left and three more putts for a bogey. Just like that he was behind, and it kept getting worse. He made bogey from the middle of the fairway on No. 7. He three-putted from long range on the par-5 eighth. And he was headed for a 41 on the front nine until he made a 10-foot par putt.

”I’m still in this golf tournament,” Spieth said. ”With the way the back nine was playing today, the wheels could have come off there. But I made some nice par saves and was able to grind out some phenomenal second-shot iron shots and good two-putt birdies.”

Mickelson won the Mexico Championship last month, and at age 47 and with three green jackets, there was talk he could become the oldest Masters champion. Those hopes faded when he bounced around in the trees at No. 9 and made triple bogey and hit into Rae’s Creek on No. 12 for a double bogey.

He bogeyed his final hole for a 79, the second time in three years he posted that number.

Woods made bogey on the opening hole with a sand wedge from the fairway. He really came undone when his second shot to the fifth bounded over the green and into a grove of magnolia trees. He took a penalty drop to clear room through the branches, put that in the bunker and made double bogey.

Very little went right except for a pair of birdies on the par 5s on the back nine. Looking at the white leaderboards only made him feel worse. The cut is for the top 50 and ties and anyone within 10 shots of the lead. Woods kept seeing Reed make birdies, and he knew he was well outside the 10 shots.

”I was hoping to keep it within 10. I didn’t know what my position was, but I think I’m in,” he said after his round. He was tied for 40th.

No one has ever rallied from more than eight shots behind after 36 holes to win the Masters.

”I’m going to have to shoot a special weekend and I need help,” Woods said. ”I’m not in control of my own destiny.”

Leishman seized on his moment with the best shot of the day. His tee shot on the 15th was too far left, leaving trees between him and the flag. Instead of laying up from 210 yards, he closed with the face of a 5-iron, aimed toward the right bunker and tried to hook it some 30 yards.

He hooked it about 40.

The ball narrowly cleared the mound at the front of the green, caught the slope and settled 6 feet away for an eagle.

”We’re not here to lay up,” Leishman said. ”It’s a major. You’re going to have to take some chances at some point during the week if you want to win, and that was a time where I thought I had to take a chance. I’ve been hitting that shot well on the range and I thought it was a prime opportunity to give it a test. And it came off.

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