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lazycats-stuff · 9 months

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I was wondering if I could request the 141 team x male reader who gets mald by a strange large dog, at first they wonder if the dog had rabies but it was perfect healthy, but yet reader get extremely sick and there is no explanation.

When reader recovers he has super human strength and speed, and gets irritated faster which is unusual.

All the sudden change causing anxiety that he might he hurt someone or worst. (Reader turning into a werewolf)

You sure can! Alrighty, lets go! I'm pumped today for some reason... Also, sorry for taking this long 😣😣😣, also (C/S) = call sign

Summary: (Y/N) got bit by a dog on a mission. Everything was fine until he got extremely ill.

Warnings: military inaccuracies, flu, seizures, shifting, werewolf, characters are probably OOC

Also, is it just me or is Barry Sloane extremely hot?

(Y/N) leaned his head back as they were driving to their target's location. The mission was capture or kill, as Ghost had before they had all left. Unfortunately, their target location was in the woods, which made (Y/N) rather... Jumpy. He was never fond of the woods and the fact that it was so far into the woods was not good for (Y/N).

" Alright, listen up! " Price started, attracting attention from his squad. " We have already separated into teams. (Y/N) and Gaz, you are with Ghost and Soap is with me. We have our back up and since the house is separated into two part, each team will cover one. " Price finished, gripping his rifle.

Ghost looked at the youngest member of the task force. (Y/N) (L/N), also known as (C/S). Ghost tolerated him, but never gave him mercy on the mat. He was always tough on him, but (Y/N) didn't mind.

" Nervous? " Ghost asked (Y/N), making the youngest turn his head.

" I'm not a fan of woods that's all. " (Y/N) gave Ghost a short explanation. Ghost didn't say anything, he simply got up when the truck stopped.

(Y/N) took a quiet breath in and got up too. (Y/N) followed Ghost and with the rest of the back up they started moving quietly towards the houses. They parked far enough so that they won't be heard.

Both teams moved quietly and by some sort of luck, (Y/N)'s team got the house that was a bit further in the woods. Bastards. (Y/N) sighed as he moved quietly behind Ghost.

" Scared (C/S)? " Ghost teased.

" In your dreams lieutenant. " (Y/N) bit back.

Ghost didn't respond as he kicked the door in, entering quietly and swiftly. Everyone aimed the rifles and spread out through the ground floor. It was very rich house and (Y/N) felt a ping of jealousy. When he was younger, he wanted live in such a house. But not in the woods.

Ghost took down a man and (Y/N) progressed more into the house. He saw the kitchen that was leading to the terrace and he went to check it out. He slid the glass door open and he stepped out into the cold air. He cleared the deck, but stopped when he heard rustling.

He took a deep breath, steadying his hands. He needs to check it out, it could be the enemy, but also it could be an animal ready to maul him.

(Y/N) doesn't get paid enough for this at all. He went down the stairs, putting on his night vision goggles. He listened for the rustling sound before he heard a growl.

He had no time to even turn around, before he felt a something bite him. It attacked him from behind him, biting down head on his leg. (Y/N) let out a grunt as he fell down, face first onto the ground. He tried to turn around, but the thing was heavy and unrelenting.

(Y/N) tried to kick it with it's free leg, but he couldn't aim. A gunshot rang out and the thing whimpered and ran off. (Y/N) looked up, seeing Gaz at the window. (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief as he tried to get up. His leg was killing him and he limped back to the sliding glass doors. He was cursing and Gaz ran down the stairs to meet him.

" (C/S), what's wrong? " Gaz asked worried.

" Something bit me. I think a wolf or something. "

" What were you doing there anyway? " Gaz asked, crouching to see the bite.

" There is a terrace and it leads to backyard. I wanted to make sure that everything was clear there. " (Y/N) said as Gaz stood up.

" We need to get to you to a hospital. Come on. " Gaz said, helping (Y/N) walk.

" I hate life. " (Y/N) said as Gaz called it in. Ghost came down, looking at (Y/N)'s leg.

" You alright private? "

" Oh, I'm peachy sir, my leg burns and I might have rabies. " (Y/N) answered sarcastically. " Did you at least have any luck? "

" Not here, but Price had. We got him. "

(Y/N) smiled, happy that they got him. " Thank God. I would have killed someone if we had to look for him. "

(Y/N) hissed a bit as he was sat down. " We will get you to medical in no time. " Gaz reassured (Y/N), who didn't share the same sentiment.

" Yay. I'm taking a leave after this mission. But you know, chicks dig scars. Guys too... "

Gaz snorted as he took the first aid kit. He stopped the bleeding with the gauzed and (Y/N) now realized how this bite was painful.

" I think that my adrenalin is stopping, this bite hurts like a bitch. " (Y/N) said, watching as Gaz poured some alcohol on a clean gauze.

" Get ready, this is going to burn. "

" It can't get any worse than this. "

(Y/N) was in fact, wrong on every aspect of that. When he was shipped off to the medical he was tested for rabies and other stuff that the wolf might have. Thankfully, he didn't get rabies or anything else for that matter.

But what baffled everyone was how sick (Y/N) had gotten. It wasn't a normal flu that hits you out of nowhere and knocks you back on your ass, but something much more severe.

His temperature was way higher than it should be, he was paler then the walls in the medical wing of the base, he was unconscious and worst of all, despite having a high fever, he was cold to the touch.

To Price, he looked like a corpse and that scared him more than anything. He was living and yet he was looking like an actual corpse. Even Ghost was disturbed, although he won't show it outwardly.

And it took a lot to disturb Ghost. That man has see a lot of stuff.

Soap and Gaz were just terrified. They saw (Y/N) while he was sleeping and if it weren't for the monitor, Gaz and Soap would have thought that (Y/N) had died from the bite.

Price was baffled by just what has caused this. The doctors were even more baffled. Nobody had a definitive answer for Price however. Some say stress, some say something else... Needless to say, Price was going to lose his mind.

It was a sad sight to see. A young private, so full of life and sarcasm, the one who didn't show mercy on the mat and the one who was a great sniper. And the one who gave Price the most gray hairs.

Price was sitting down on a chair next to (Y/N)'s bed. He was under a lot of medication and he was hooked to a lot tubes. Price was finishing up some reports. He could have done it in his office, but he didn't want to leave his private alone.

He listened to the heart monitors as he filed out some forms. Ghost was doing some work with the recruits. Ghost and Soap were somewhere on the base and considering that soon there would be a time for lunch, they were probably going to cafeteria.

Soap and Gaz had a really fast metabolism and Price was always shocked by it. Either way, one of them was going to take the shift of watching (Y/N).

Price sighed as he closed up the folder. He put it on the nightstand, watching the now sleeping private. It has been a week since (Y/N) was sick and there were no signs of improvement. Price was afraid of what was going to happen if he doesn't wake up soon.

" Price? " A very croaky voice said, nearly giving Price a heart attack.

" (Y/N)? Hang on, I have to get the doctor. " Price said, standing up, leaving the room.

Once the doctor was done with making sure that everything was fine, the 141 task force was allowed in. (Y/N) was laying down, Gaz feeding him some jello.

" So, the doctor says you are going to be fine. " Price said, sitting down on a chair next to Gaz.

" That's good. " (Y/N) rasped out, making Price sigh.

" Don't talk please. Drink some water. Also, Alejandro and Rudy called. They wish you a speedy recovery. "

(Y/N) just put a thumb up and opened his mouth to eat the jello from Gaz.

" And I have great news. You don't have any rabies. " Price said, making (Y/N) raise his hands weakly up and down, as if he was partying.

" You should get discharged soon too. "

Another thumbs up from (Y/N).

(Y/N) thought that he was going to get better and everything would be back to normal.

Nothing was normal.

(Y/N) soon realized how this... 'flu' changed everything. (Y/N) was faster. That shouldn't be a bad thing right? Well, it is if you were never so fast in the first place. And if it broke every single human record there was in the base.

Soap was very excited about it, but (Y/N) was lowkey terrified. Price said that he was going to test him with some regular tests. Price was shocked too when the times were amazing and (Y/N) didn't even break the sweat. Price thought he was going insane.

The next thing that freaked (Y/N) out was the fact that he was way more stronger than usual. How? Soap challenged (Y/N) to lift Ghost's weights and the weight that he lifts. And everyone knew that Ghost is a big man, with even bigger muscles.

(Y/N) was doing this just for fun and Ghost agreed to spot him just in case something goes wrong. Ghost paled when he saw how (Y/N) easily lifted the weight that made many brake.

And he didn't even struggle. (Y/N) was more leaning, there wasn't any defined muscles. Ghost watched in sheer horror as (Y/N) lifted them with ease. What in the actual hell?

After a few moments, (Y/N) was done.

Ghost thought that he was insane. Soap was on the verge of passing out. Gaz's mouth fell down to the floor. What the hell?

The third thing that made him wonder was the fact that he got super irritated. Soap could say anything or Gaz, even Ghost could set him off.

Price and the others knew that he can sometimes be sarcastic, but he could keep his composure. This new temper was something that baffled the task force. He never really exploded at them like that.

(Y/N) noticed these changes and just isolated. He stayed in his room and wondered what the hell happened. He was never that strong and he was never that fast and more importantly he was never this explosive when it came to his teammates.

Never.

He avoided them like a plague, refusing to be anywhere near them. He still wasn't cleared for any missions until the doctors get to the root of the problem.

The core four wanted to get to the root of the problem of his evasion. So, time to get him out of hiding. Ghost and the others barged into the room, making (Y/N) jostle.

" What the hell?! " (Y/N) yelled out.

" (Y/N), we want to know why you were avoiding us. " Price said sternly.

" I'm most definitely not doing this. At all. " (Y/N) said, ducking out of the room and walking away from his teammates. It was late and the base was deserted so to speak.

" Private! " (Y/N) heard behind him and he sped up. He walked blindly and was shocked when he got outside. It was slightly cold and he shivered slightly.

" Okay private! Please explain yourself for avoiding us. " Price said, the other 3 behind him.

(Y/N) has never felt anxiety like this. It felt like he couldn't breath and there was something else that he couldn't pinpoint it. Price was saying something, but (Y/N) couldn't even comprehend it. All of a sudden, he felt like something was trying to come out.

And something did come out.

The four members watched as (Y/N) turned into a werewolf. They saw a huge werewolf, black as night and with those (E/C), the same eyes that (Y/N) had.

The big wolf whined, shaking. Price took charge and stepped closer. He put his hands up and called him by his name. The wolf listened and Price offered him his hands to sniff.

" Relax soldier. We are going to help you. Now, can you try and switch back? "

The wolf whined in protest and Price assumed that he was too confused to do shift back.

" Whose room is the nearest? "Price asked the rest, who were silent.

" Mine. " Ghost said. Price nodded and turned back to face the wolf.

" (Y/N), you are going to be with Ghost for the night. I don't want anyone seeing you in wolf form. " Price explained, watching as (Y/N) padded over quietly to Ghost. Ghost actually petted him and (Y/N) followed him.

Everyone piled in Ghost's room and (Y/N) jumped on the bed, laying down. Ghost huffed at that, but knew that arguing wouldn't do anything.

" We will meet here in the morning. If he doesn't shift in the morning, we are going to keep him here. "

Everyone nodded and Ghost sat down on the bed. " Now, we are going to leave you two to rest. Good night. " Price said, ushering the other two out. Gaz and Soap said good night and Ghost looked at the big wolf.

" You will need to move a bit. "

(Y/N) shifted on a bed and Ghost laid down. He turned of the lights and said good night to the wolf that just nuzzled his nose closer to Ghost's chest.

#mw2 #cod mwii #ghost x male reader #john price x male reader #gaz x male reader #modern warfare #141 #platonic relationships

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monstersandmaw · 1 year

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Male fox spirit x female reader (nsfw)

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

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Commission #4 in the list of 5! Thank you for trusting me with your prompt: female reader saves a dying fox on her way home from work, who turns out to be a fox spirit. I hope you like it!

Contents: Fox suffers a spinal injury when hit by a car (not the reader’s); there’s some magic; some domestic fluff; oral sex, fingering, him coming on her; and a sweet, fluffy ending.

Wordcount: 4400

Driving rain greeted you full in the face as you shoved open the main doors of the building and burrowed down into your coat, drawing the hood tight around your head in a vain attempt to keep the weather out. Nights like this — cold, damp, and at the tail end of winter before Spring took a proper hold on the land — were truly miserable.

Your fingers were half frozen by the time you had fumbled the keys out of your pocket and clambered into your car, and you fired the old thing up with a hopeful grimace that it would start. It coughed to life and you uttered a little prayer of thanks to whichever gods or spirits out there might be listening. “Now if only you could do something about my pathetic love life as well,” you said to yourself as you reversed out of the parking space and headed towards the main road. “Wouldn’t that be perfect?”

Half an hour outside of town, your headlights flashed over something lying on the side of the road, sprawled halfway across the white line, and you swerved instinctively to avoid it. Mercifully there was nothing coming in the other direction, or you’d have caused a serious accident. Adrenaline spiked through you and you slammed on the brakes.

The flash of golden-red you’d glimpsed had told you it was a fox, but it had had its head raised and it had been looking at you with its eyes flaring yellow in the headlights, but the expression on its face had struck you to the core. It had looked… resigned. Like it knew you were going to hit it. Like it knew it was going to die.

“No,” you said through gritted teeth.

You had some old work gloves in the back of the car from when you’d taken a load of stuff from the garden to the dump a week before, so you put your hazards on and slid out of the driver’s side door and into the worsening storm. You cursed softly, squinting amid the stinging rain as it struck your face like little iron nails in the gusty night. You cleared a space in the trunk for the fox, spreading an old picnic blanket out and grabbing those thick leather gloves. No need to get rabies if the thing bit you before you could get it to an animal clinic in the morning.

You knew it was a stupid thing to do, that cars hit wildlife all the time, and you really weren’t equipped to deal with it, but you couldn’t just leave it there when it had looked so sad; black ears drooping, eyes wide, mouth slightly open.

Making your way along the edge of the deserted road with only your phone torch to light the way, you found the spot where the fox was still lying on the asphalt, and crooned softly to it. “Hey there,” you said, feeling a bit silly. “It’s ok. I’m not going to hurt you. It’s alright. Let me help you out… Let me take you home and see if I can take you to a vet in the morning…”

When your light found its back legs though, your heart sank. They lay limp and slightly twisted to one side. Its back had been broken by the impact with a vehicle.

“Oh baby,” you said, fighting sudden tears. “It’s going to be ok…” you lied.

Was it like with humans? Should it not be moved with a spinal injury? It would probably die anyway, or they’d recommend putting it down. You could at least take it in and keep it warm for its last few hours. When you knelt nearby, it just laid its cheek down on the cold tarmac, defeated, and let out a long, broken whimper.

“I’m going to pick you up, ok? Please don’t bite me. God, this is such a stupid thing to do…”

The fox licked its shiny black nose and just blinked slowly at you.

When it made no move to attack you or snap at you when you got nearer, you scooped it up and marvelled at how light it felt in your arms, its lovely, russet fur damp and matted.

“There,” you said, cradling it in your arms as you carried it back to your car. ‘Him’, not ‘it’, you saw when you set him down on the blanket and stroked his head and neck. He murmured softly, the sound almost a purr, and you swallowed thickly. He was so weak, you wondered if he’d even survive the journey home.

Five cars overtook you as you drove on after that, all beeping and honking their horns and flashing their lights to get you to go faster, but you absolutely would not be bullied into making this last car ride hell for the little, injured fox.

It didn’t take very long to set up a cosy den of blankets and towels in the kitchen by the radiator, and when you were satisfied that it was as comfortable as you could make it — and that any mess would be contained in an area with tile floors — you went back for him. He was still lying on his side, exactly as you’d left him, but his eyes seemed brighter and more focused, and his ears pricked up when you opened the trunk up and gazed down at him.

“Alright?” you asked and he gave a soft snuffle that was half-sneeze and half-chuckle. “You’re awfully perky for someone who’s just gone head-to-head with fast-moving traffic, buddy,” you smiled. “Maybe you will be alright. Ready to go inside?”

You had your gloves on but it didn’t feel like you really needed them, and when you settled him down on the veritable blanket fort inside, he heaved a great sigh and nuzzled his cheek against the fabric with a rumbling moan of contentment.

“You hungry?” you asked. “I don’t have much that’s fox-friendly, but I think there’s some ham in the fridge. Let me check.”

You offered him a saucer of water first, holding his delicate head up as he lapped steadily at it until he’d had his fill, and then you fed him little slivers of cooked ham which he took from your fingers like an absolute gentleman. “Aren't you dainty,” you chuckled as his small, sharp teeth pulled the next piece carefully free of your gloved hand.

He fixed you with such a flat, patronising look that you had to laugh.

The fox flicked an ear and looked away.

“Oh I’m sorry,” you said in a baby voice. “Don’t be grumpy with me, you precious thing… Here, have some more…”

He sneezed, then looked back at you and opened his mouth, head tipped back like a baby bird awaiting a worm.

“You’re not going to take it? You want me to feed you?”

He just stared at you without moving.

“Fine, your highness,” you said. “Anything for you.”

You let the piece drop into his tilted jaws, and then chucked him affectionately under the chin with your finger after he’d chewed and swallowed it.

He caught the leather of the glove’s fingertip in his teeth in a move that was so fast you didn’t even see it, but then tugged gently, insistently.

“I’m not taking this off,” you frowned. “You could have rabies for all I know.”

A tiny, rattling growl, like the world’s tiniest chainsaw, rumbled out of him and he folded his ears back indignantly before pulling on the glove again. Then he let go, his ears pricked about as far forward as he could get them, and he stared expectantly at you.

“No way, friend,” you said, and stood to put the empty ham packet in the rubbish bin.

With your back to the kitchen window, a golden light flooded the room, and for a wild moment, you thought someone was driving straight at the house, headlights blazing. When you whipped around though, you froze. The light was coming from… from the fox.

“The fuck…?”

Your heartbeat started to race, and you weren’t sure if the ringing sound was coming from your own blood pounding in your ears or from something else in the room. The brightness reached such an intense crescendo that you had to look away, shielding your eyes with the crook of your arm until the chiming noise stopped and you lowered it cautiously back down, blinking.

There, standing in the centre of the room, was a man.

You took a step back, fear crashing in on your senses.

You looked around for something you could use as a weapon, but a warm, gentle voice said, “Wait, I won’t hurt you. I swear it.”

Again, you went still, and after taking a steadying breath, you turned to face him again, wide eyed and shaking. “What the hell?”

“Not hell,” he smiled, and you saw that he had warm, tan skin and dark, golden eyes. His hair was a russet colour, and it fell in soft waves around his ears to the nape of his neck. He was slender, not especially tall, and he was quite possibly the most beautiful human being you’d ever laid eyes on. Except… there was still a kind of glow around him, like an aura, and his clothes looked like they belonged at a Ren Faire or something, though the dark green, belted and embroidered tunic was finely tailored and his dark brown boots looked soft and well worn. Tiny points of light, like fireflies, twisted slowly through the air surrounding him before vanishing into a miniature, glittering starburst.

“You’re not human,” you said, despite how crazy it sounded.

“No,” the man replied with a smile. “No, I’m not. But you didn’t know that when you took in an injured fox and cared for him.”

“You’re the fox,” you blurted without thinking.

“I am. Sort of,” he smiled, and you saw that he had perfect, white teeth, with slightly more pointed canines than humans usually did. “I’m a fox spirit. There are all sorts of us, and we’re known by many names all over the world, but the most famous is probably the ‘kitsune’ thanks to modern media.”

“Oh,” you said, only half aware that your vision was darkening around the edges until it was too late. The blood roared again in your ears and your knees went out from under you. The last thing you saw was a flicker of a frown on the man’s — kitsune’s — face before he lunged towards you with hands outstretched, and the world went black.

You stirred and found yourself lying on the sofa in your sitting room, with your feet raised about a foot or so off the seat cushion, and a stranger in green standing over you, holding your legs up by the ankle. The kitsune. The fox spirit.

“Got to say, that’s the first time someone’s actually fainted because of me,” he said with a smile, lowering your legs back down and stepping back. “Are you alright?”

“I fainted?” you asked stupidly, pushing yourself upright and swinging your legs slowly off the sofa and onto the ground. You swayed a little, but didn’t pass out again.

The fox spirit nodded, his lovely hair shining with strands of bronze and copper in the low light of the room, gold eyes glowing as if back-lit. “Thank you for saving me,” he said in a quiet, earnest baritone.

“Did I, though?” you asked, staring openly at him. “I mean… you’re… magic, right? I saw the way your legs were just… Your back was broken…”

“If you’d hit me with your car, or simply left me there for the next driver to do the same, then I wouldn’t have survived. We’re tough, and our magic can heal most things, but not that.”

“Oh.” And then your cheeks went hot and you looked at the carpet, “I’m sorry I baby-talked you like you were an actual animal.”

He laughed; a beautiful, bright sound like dry autumn leaves in clear sunlight. His head tipped a little way back and he looked truly delighted. “You weren’t to know,” he said, still chuckling. “And you’re not the first.”

“Oh,” you said, like a broken record.

From where he stood nearby, the fox spirit smiled at you and then inhaled deeply. “I… should go,” he said, his golden eyes turning a little sad. “Let you return to your life…”

“Wait,” you called from the sofa as he turned away. “What’s your name?”

He cast you a look over his shoulder and the smile he gave you was wry and amused. “You may call me Rowe.”

There was a nuance there that you weren’t understanding, but you told him your name in return, and he inhaled suddenly as if you’d struck him.

“You would part with your name so carelessly?” he whispered, brows pulling together into a frown of utter confusion. “You…” and then his expression cleared and his shoulders dropped. “You have never had dealings with the fae, have you?”

“The… fae?” you stuttered. “Like… fairies?”

The smile that replaced the frown was patient and amused in equal parts, and he sighed and shook his head. “Well, here’s your first lesson. Never tell your true name to a fae.”

Again, all the sound that escaped you was a dull, “Oh.”

He exhaled and approached you, and you tried not to lean back, to lean away from him. This whole night had gone from bad to utterly bizarre in the blink of an eye and you felt a little sick from the whiplash.

To make matters all the more confusing, the strange man knelt before you, sweeping his long, otherworldly tunic out of the way as he sank down onto one knee like he was going to propose or something, and he bowed his auburn head. “You saved my life without thought of debt or repayment, and in recognition of the gift, I give one of my own. I bind your True Name to my heart and hold it there in silence. I may never speak your True Name aloud unless you give me leave so to do. This I swear upon my spirit and my magic and my own True Name.”

The air in the room prickled like static and you had to fight the urge to see if your hair was standing on end. Goosebumps flickered along your arms and legs, and you drew in a shallow breath. “Anything else I should know about?” you asked faintly.

He looked up at you and shrugged. “We’re allergic to iron,” he suggested. “And we’re overly fond of cream and sweet cakes…”

“Sweet cakes,” you repeated thoughtfully, eyes drifting towards the kitchen where you’d bought a strawberry sponge cake just the day before, and an idea half-formed in your head.

Rowe smiled and your heart slipped sideways in your chest for a moment. He was so beautiful it was almost hard to believe he was really there and really standing in front of you. Well, technically he was kneeling like a knight in a fairytale. Fairytale indeed, you thought.

“You don’t have to go,” you whispered.

You were afraid of sounding childish, that if you spoke too loudly, he would think you desperate and would laugh at you, but all he did was tilt his head to the side the way he had done as a fox, and he nodded once. “Alright,” he said.

“I mean, don’t feel like you have to stay either,” you babbled, making a rather pathetic, flapping gesture in front of you with your hands. “I just meant… you’re welcome to stay if you want to. I was going to cook some dinner and watch a movie… eat cake for dessert. I thought… I thought since you’ve had kind of a rough day, you might like to just… chill out with me for a while.”

“May I help you cook?”

“If you… If you’d like to?” you said, standing carefully and holding your hand out to him to encourage him up off the floor.

He slid his warm fingers into your palm, and got to his feet with the grace of a prince, and offered you another smile. “I’d like that very much.”

Rowe stayed with you for a week. You explained that you had to go to work or you’d get fired, and when you came back on the first day, you expected him to have gone, leaving you wondering if the whole thing hadn’t been a hallucination brought on by the combination of a stressful week of work and the awful weather. But no, Rowe was there that evening, curled up as a fox on the impromptu bed you’d made by the radiator while the rain hurled itself at the window pane above him.

“Rowe, you don’t have to sleep on that!” you gasped, dropping your bag by the door and making him startle awake, ears pricked, tail fluffed up in rather adorable alarm.

In a flash of gold light, he was human again, standing beside the bed and smiling at you. “I don’t mind,” he chuckled. “It’s comfortable, and when I’m a fox, I don’t think in quite the same way as I do when I’m in this form. That’s how I got hit by the car in the first place… Please, don’t fret.”

You scowled at him, but relented, and asked him about his day. It seemed he’d spent most of it in his fox form, either out and about in the woods near your house, or sleeping by the warmth of the radiator.

“Didn’t you get bored here?” you asked.

“I could have done the housework for you,” he smirked. “But I thought that might have been an intrusion on your privacy.”

You laughed. “Thanks?”

After three days of sharing your space with him — he sleeping contentedly as a fox on the pile of blankets and you upstairs in your bedroom — you cleared your throat that evening as you sat together on the sofa like old friends, and said, “You know… uh… I… I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to come upstairs with me… I don’t want you to feel like you have to sleep down here like you’re a…” you trailed off, flushing hot with awkward embarrassment.

One russet-brown eyebrow climbed a little higher than the other. “… a what?”

“Like you’re some kind of pet… you know…”

Rowe laughed and, as it always did, your heart skipped a beat. His cheeks dimpled and Adam’s apple danced in his exposed throat and you ached. It felt like a long time since someone had touched you; since you’d been held, let alone kissed. He had a beautiful mouth, like he’d been made just to tempt you.

Some of your thoughts must have shown on your face because the laughter died in his throat and he fixed you with a look that was all concern. He murmured the name you’d given him permission to use when it was just the two of you and asked, “What’s wrong? I’m not upset about the animal comment,” he said, reaching for your forearm and trying to reassure you, but you shook your head. “Then what?”

Tears came unbidden to your eyes and you turned away. His hand felt hot through the fabric of your hoodie, but his grip was feather light. It would take nothing at all to pull yourself free, but the thought of it seemed overwhelming. “It’s nothing,” you choked, pressing your lips together and hoping he’d let the matter drop.

He didn’t. His eyes flared bright gold and he scowled at you when you risked a glance at him. “The fae can always taste a lie,” he said with the slightest growl to his voice. “And I can tell you’re hurting. We were laughing, and then… you weren’t. What changed?”

“It’s —”

A short, animal growl echoed in his throat but he bit it back, shut his mouth with a click of teeth, and glared at you.

“Ugh, fine,” you huffed, standing up and pacing across the room. “It’s been a long time since it’s been this easy around someone, ok? And it’s not every day that a handsome, cute guy with a great sense of humour shows genuine interest in me. I just wished, for like half a second, that you might be interested in me, but I get it. You’re not even human. I was nice to you. You probably feel obliged to stay here. You… You should probably go soon anyway.”

His expression turned from concerned to carefully neutral, and he stood. “If that’s the way you feel,” he said, “Then I can leave. But you should know that I’ve had a wonderful time with you, and…” he swallowed and took a breath, “I think you’re beautiful, through and through.”

“Please,” you scoffed. “Don’t bother trying to spare my feelings.”

“We can taste a lie, but we cannot tell one,” he said evenly. “I could not tell you that your clothes are yellow when they are not, nor that the sky is green, nor that you are not beautiful.”

You turned slowly around to look at him, and found him glowing gold again, those points of light spiralling lazily in the air around him. The slight shape of fox ears seemed to be picked out in two, brighter lines above his copper hair and behind him you saw a golden tail swaying back and forth. His eyes blazed bright like burnished bronze, and he was staring directly at you as he spoke.

“Oh.”

“I would very much like to stay with you, and share your bed, and, if you would let me, I would bring you pleasure too.”

Your breath hitched and you licked your lips. He even spoke like he was out of a fairytale. “You mean it?”

“Yes.”

“Ok,” you smiled.

Together, you tidied up the sitting room, and he followed you upstairs, still glowing softly, as if he were utterly contented and couldn’t help it.

Rowe undressed with you in your bedroom, baring a body like polished bronze; all lean lines and languid muscle, and you almost couldn’t look away. He asked if he could shower with you, and gently washed you and touched you, cupping your breasts and trailing his hands down your sides with reverent care. He passed his thumbs over your hardened nipples and kneaded your breasts until you gasped and tipped your head back, eyes closed. He teased between your legs with his fingertips, and then when you turned the shower off, he kissed your forehead. In a rush of magic, both your bodies were completely dry and your skin glowed softly with a thousand, dewy, golden sparkles. You beamed up at him, and he kissed you.

When he drew back, he led you by the hand into the bedroom and you lay down on the bed, heart racing. He knelt between your parted knees and you stared openly at his beautiful body. He looked like a statue come to life, and his cock had been more than half-hard ever since the shower, even as he turned his attention wholly on you and skimmed his palms up your thighs. You parted your legs a little wider for him and he bowed forward to kiss along your inner thigh until you shivered and lay back on the pillow behind you with a gasp.

He kissed you and tasted you, moaning softly before letting his tongue sweep up over you. He took your sensitive clit between his lips and kissed you there as well, and then he slid his arms under your thighs, lay down on his front, and you lost yourself to the pleasure of his mouth.

You lost count of how many times he made you come that night, with his tongue and with his fingers, but he never asked for more than you were ready to give.

“Come on me,” you murmured. You had no idea how well your current contraception would withstand a magical fae, but you were pretty sure you were safe with that, and when you asked, he nodded.

His fingers were slick from where he’d made you come, again, and he closed his hand around his cock with a low groan that dissolved into a gasp as he brought himself to the brink. He glowed gold again and you saw those ears made of light and the tail gleaming vividly behind him just as he spilled over your stomach with a muted grunt and another beautiful moan.

The golden light suffused the room, and you watched his expression as he came — open and vulnerable and achingly beautiful — and wished more than anything that he would stay.

When you woke in the morning, you expected to wake alone, but the warm pressure of Rowe’s body pressed against your back and the weight of his arm across your waist drew a little inhale of surprise from you. Apparently that was enough to wake him, because he kissed the back of your head and mumbled a sleepy good morning into your hair.

He was hard too, you realised, and you deliberately rocked your hips back against him.

Rowe let out a grunt and his hand shifted to your hips, drawing himself closer to you with a languid, answering roll of his hips.

“I don’t know if the fae have weekends,” you said, “But today is Saturday. I don’t have to go in to work…”

“Good,” he said. “I’m not sure I could let you go anywhere today after last night.” He said it with a laugh that told you he would let you do anything you liked, and you rolled over to face him. The softness in his smile brought one of your own to your lips, and he slid his hand down over your breast and then down between your legs.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he slipped his fingers easily inside you, and you rolled onto your back as he started a rhythm that would end in the kind of pleasure you had only ever dreamed of before him.

He smiled and kissed your cheek without his fingers once faltering, and whispered in your ear, “I’ll stay with you as long as you want me.”

You gasped and bucked, and almost missed his promise.

“I’ll stay with you forever.”

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You've been bitten by a werewolf. You didn't realize it at first of course. You were upstate on a camping trip and what looked like a distressed and out of place wolf just went up to you, and as you tried to fend it off with a rake it bit you. You assumed it was an escaped illegal pet due to how rare wolves are nowadays, but you were screened for rabies anyway just due to the way it behaved. Turns out it's a werewolf.

You're terrified, terrified that you'll hurt someone, possibly even someone you love. The suggestion that almost every piece of media about werewolves has given you is that you're a danger to everyone around you. The only two methods of dealing with it that you know of are taking drugs with life altering side effects, or being locked somewhere for the night.

Before even the first full moon of the month you look at a form for other werewolves. Turns out a lot of people who are freshly bitten have these types of fears and come there for help. The form explicitly discourages anyone from thinking of themselves as dangerous. There are almost no lethal werewolf attacks, any safety tips they have for you are going to purely center around the fact that humans might hurt you while you're a wolf. Especially for an urban werewolf like you where being caught risks institutionalization, something you though of as neutral but most of the form is very much agaisnt.

Their main suggestion for your safety is to stay with a freind who has space to take care of you, someone who you know well enough so that you'll trust even while in full wolf form. If you can go somewhere forested for the night, though that's more a tip about enjoying being a wolf then being at your maximum safety.

You also probably will be a creature somewhere between a wolf and a human for the nights before and after the full moon, depending on the exact nature of your condition you might experience some amount of partial change for up to about ten days out of the month. When that starts to happen the assumption is that you'll have enough of your mind to be able to be alone, and the suggestion is just that you stay in an area where people are accepting.

Your first night is the night before the full moon. Your half wolf half human for the entire night. Your worried you'll slip away from your identity so much that you'll hurt someone. You don't. Everything is largely fine. You're worried though. So very worried.

The next night you stay with a freind, as they suggested. You don't remember anything. Your freind said that they were afraid of you at first, ready to shoot you with a shotgun you didn't know they had. But in the end you just sort of sat there like a big dog, and trusted them as much as you would when you were in human form.

As time goes on it becomes more casual. You don't think of it as a big deal. You realize how low the likelihood of actually hurting someone is. Some full moons you spend being protected by freinds and treated like a weird pet, other nights you go to the woods, and enjoy the feelings of running around. The nights before and after the full moon, you just treat like any other night, only really having to deal with people's perception of you as a difference.

Over time you learn how people treat you differently. You have to disclose everything to your employer, which makes finding a job far harder. It's harder to rent an apartment. Most first world countires outside America won't let you in. You can't buy a weapon in most states, can't get most insurance. Even the medical system has set you to automatically do not resuscitate. You can't even really date outside the werewolf community now, or occasionally withbrealated communities like witches or vampires, but most normal humans don't trust you.

People who know you worry to much. They suggest every restrictive solution you discarded in the first month. People want you to move "somewhere safer", wherever that it. They want you to take things you know won't cure you, or buy into whatever pseudoscience they've gotten a hold of. People are worried you'll hurt someone even when you're so very sure you'll be fine.

It was never that you were a wolf. It was that everyone else was that everyone else thought of you as one.

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xxkissesforchanniexx · 26 days

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐨 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭

Pairing: Chan x fem!reader (zombie apocalypse au) Word count: 1.4k Genre: >.> i guess you could call it a scenario but its a series...? Warning: Guns... i'm bad at describing bloody scenes just run with it, Chan is a bit of a dick, mentions of ateez members >.> i think thats all here...?

A/N: Han smut will be released later. Also thank you for 500 notes on 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐞

Chapter 1

You moved through the relatively quiet city. The world had gone silent a long time ago, since the thing started infecting people, they had claimed it to be a rabies mutation... but these people weren't dying to a fever or choking on their foam. They kept going, the only thing that would kill them was multiple shots to the brain, even that was risky, some of them didn't die to that anyway...

You saw a gas station that looked in fairly good condition, circling around the back, as you suspected, the staff door was open, you entered, gun at the ready, looking around you found most of the canned food gone but managed to find some chips, shoving them into your bag. You looked around the small store and made your way to the drink section, alcohol was gone, just your luck, you spotted a fairly large bottle of water on the very top shelf and jumped for it, cursing your height. You climbed the shelf and grabbed the water before jumping back down, squeezing it into your bag as you looked toward the medical area.

You looked around for pain killers, bandages, anything. Your eyes widened at the sight of one singular bottle of acetaminophen pills. You moved for it at the same time someone came around the corner. You put your gun up, the man put up his, eyes wide with fear. He wasn't too tall, with broad shoulders and a tired but sweet face.

"I kinda need that." He said, reaching for the pain killer.

You cocked your gun. "I don't think you do."

He pulled his hand back, his eyes registering you as a threat before he too cocked his gun. "You wouldn't understand."

"The world needs this shit." You huffed. "You're not the only one, plus I found it first."

He glared at you, dark eyes narrowing.

You turned as you heard something behind you. There was another man, with thin eyes and dark hair, his gun was also pointed at you.

"Chan." He said, his voice was fairly high. "Do you need some help?"

"Yeah." The first man said, grabbing the pain killers, it was a 2v1...

"You should leave," another voice made you look up, there was a thin but lean boy with bleach blonde hair on the shelf staring down at you.

The first man, Chan, looked at him. "Felix, get down before you hurt yourself.” ��

The skinny boy on the shelf muttered and jumped down. The three had you surrounded.

“Jeongin.” Felix motioned to your gun. “Disarm her.”

The thin eyed boy, Jeongin, moved for your gun and you spun to aim at him, the first man, Chan, grabbed your arm tried to twist it, you elbowed him hard in the face, he cursed and stumbled, the third man, Felix, was about to jump on you when the sound filled the store. The groaning and heaved struggled breathing, you all froze in fear, a man missing half his face trudged into the gas station. You held your breath, it couldn’t see, both eyes were missing. Chan looked at you and motioned for you to stay silent, as if you were an idiot.

You stood to your full height, quietly, gripping your gun tightly. Then the thin eyed boy, Jeongin, bumped into the shelf. The infected turned and started running towards the noise, the boy froze in fear and against your better judgement you grabbed his collar and pulled him back from the area. You slapped your hand over his mouth as the zombie waved its arms around before giving up and trudging away.

Chan’s eyes were on you, wide and shocked.

You released Jeongin and took slow steps back, pulling your mask over your face and running quietly out of the store through the back again.

Chan was in shock, Felix was in shock, Jeongin was trembling as he tried to understand what just happened.

“Who was that?” Felix asked, finally breaking the silence of the car.

“I don’t know.” Chan squeezed the wheel tightly. “Jeongin.”

The boy looked up.

“What did I tell you about being careful?” Chan glared at him through the rearview mirror.

“Sorry.” Jeongin said quietly.

The car was silent again.

After a moment Felix asked. “Did you get the pain killers?”

“Yeah they’re-” Chan touched his jacket pocket, it was empty. He bristled. “What the fuck? They were in here.”

Felix put his face in his hands. “Minho needs those.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Chan grit his teeth as he remembered pulling your arm, you must’ve taken them from him then.

“This isn’t fair.” Jeongin said quietly. “We just let her go.”

“She saved your life.” Chan said. “Don’t bad mouth her for that.”

The group went quiet again.

They passed by a house where a tall man with big eyes came out running.

“Chan-” Felix started.

Chan pressed the gas.

“We can help him-” Jeongin said before attempting to unlock his door.

Chan put the child lock on.

“Chan!” Jeongin shouted.

The sound of a gunshot made Felix look back, his eyes widening. “It’s her!”

Chan slammed the breaks and they screeched to a halt. He grabbed his gun and turned out of his window, seeing an infected rushing you and the man full speed. He shot it clean through the head. You looked up and his eyes met yours. The man you were with looked toward the car and tensed.

You held up the pain killers. Chan frowned slightly.

“We should, go get them...” Felix said quietly.

Chan sighed and sat back for a moment, before putting the car into reverse.

He stared at you. You stared at him.

“Name?” he asked as you got in the car.

"None of your business." the man with you said.

Chan's eyes narrowed. "Then get the hell out."

"y/n." You said locking eyes with him in the rearview mirror.

"Hm?" He gave your companion a sideways glance.

"I'm not saying sh-"

You elbowed him. "This is Seonghwa."

Seonghwa's eyes narrowed at Chan.

"Felix." Felix turned from the front passenger's seat and smiled at you.

"Jeongin." He turned and smiled sheepishly. "Thank you for saving me."

"Don't mention it." You muttered.

Chan put the car into drive and you watched the scenery go by. "Where are we going?"

"Home." Felix said looking out the window.

Your brows furrowed. "Where is that?"

He smirked. "You'll see."

Chan shot him a glare.

Felix shut up.

Why was he being all friendly with you like you weren't just the person who stole a drug their friend so desperately needed.

"They aren't coming with us." Chan gripped the wheel tightly.

"Good." Seonghwa started.

You shot him a glare. "Why can't we come with you?"

"Too many people, not enough resources." Chan reasoned.

"Then why did you bother picking us up?" You snapped.

Chan stopped the car and turned to look at you. "My people come first, you took something I needed for my people, in what world am I obligated to help you."

You held up the acetaminophen. "We'll give you this, we need a place to stay."

Felix's eyes widened slightly.

Chan glared at you. "Keep your shit."

"Chan!" Jeongin sat up.

The man glared at the younger boy before looking at you again. "I don't need your stuff, I get you away from the red zones and you leave us alone."

"No need." Seonghwa pushed the door open and grabbed your arm, pulling you out. "Leave." He huffed.

Chan was about to press the gas when Felix blurted. "Minho's fever could kill him! What are you doing!"

"Yongbok!" Chan shouted.

You stared at them. "Who's dying?"

You looked at Seonghwa, his expression relaxed slightly.

Felix looked at you.

"Our friend.." Jeongin said quietly. "He has an infection, we've got the antibiotics and everything but the fever won't stay down."

You inhaled deeply. "You don't have anyone who knows how to deal with that."

Chan bristled.

"The best we've got can't do anything.." Felix put his head in his hands.

"Let me help you." You muttered.

Chan squeezed the wheel and looked at you. "Is that angry Pomeranian coming with you?"

You snorted a laugh at the name he gave Seonghwa. "He stays with me."

Seonghwa huffed. "I'd rather be a Pomeranian than a gorilla."

Chan gave him a disgusted look. "Get in." He rolled his eyes.

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thisapplepielife · 4 months

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Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

That First Terrible Step

Prompt Day 18: Free Space (Hurt/Comfort) | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Injury | Tags: Post-S4, Eddie Munson Lives, Physical Therapy, Recovery, Pre-Steddie, Building Friendship, Caring Steve, Eddie POV

Eddie is too tired to deal with any of this today. Physical therapy takes too much out of him and he doesn't feel like he's making any goddamn progress, anyway.

He flops his head back against the pillow and closes his eyes. His leg hurts, and it doesn't want to cooperate, not with that much muscle loss. The bats took a big enough chunk, that he's having to learn to walk again with this new body.

Losing that much thigh muscle isn't exactly ideal, he quickly learned. It had gotten infected with what they called Necrotizing Fasciitis, and it was a particularly stubborn strain they'd never seen before, so they didn't know how to treat it effectively. So they kept cutting, whittling away, trying to save him.

Trying to save his leg.

They succeeded, but now he needs to learn to walk all over again, missing part of what made it easy, before.

Steve had it, too. On both his sides, and the hospital was baffled at what they had been exposed to, together.

Despite Robin's fretting, it wasn't rabies. The hospital decided it was from bacteria growing in Lover's Lake, and they went with it. They didn't really have any other choice, they couldn't exactly tell the truth about the fucking bats.

The kids visit. Robin, Nancy. His bandmates. They all come in shifts, and switch out with Uncle Wayne and sit with Eddie, to keep him sane. Motivated.

Steve.

Steve's here more hours a day than he's gone.

He recovered, his sides eventually healed, and he was released.

But he hasn't gone far. Steve pulled him out of the Upside Down, and now he's determined to pull him out of this rehab center.

"I'm too cold to walk," Eddie says, stalling.

Steve takes off his yellow sweater, and pulls it over Eddie's head.

"Arms," Steve demands, and Eddie raises them. "There, now you can walk."

Steve never lets him get out of it, no matter what he tries.

He doesn't want to take steps that are excruciating. Trying to use muscles that just aren't there, not anymore. His therapist stands beside him, as Steve stands in front.

Steve's walking backwards through the parallel bars with ease, as Eddie hangs onto them for dear life, each step a fight.

"That's good, that's really good," Steve says, and Eddie knows it's not. It's not good at all, but he's trying.

Steve counts him down.

"Four more steps," Steve says, and it helps.

"Three," Steve updates him, as he forces his leg to move.

Step two isn't as bad, that leg still works.

"One more," Steve says, and Eddie gathers up his strength, and takes it. Foot coming down through the pain.

"That's good, you did it faster today," Steve says, helping Eddie back into his wheelchair.

The therapist is there, leading the whole process, but they learned weeks ago that Steve was better at getting Eddie to work than they were, so they've utilized Steve, liberally. Day after day, Steve has helped him take that first terrible step, and all the painful ones that have followed.

That he's even in this facility is thanks to Steve. They released Eddie from the hospital once his wounds had healed, but he was unable to walk.

He couldn't afford this kind of therapy, no way, but Steve made it happen. Eddie doesn't know how much it's costing, Steve won't tell him. Just that he needs to do it so he'll get back on his feet.

And Eddie wants that.

All his wounds healed, in various levels of terrible. His face, his neck, his nipple. The defensive wounds on his hands had gotten infected, thankfully less so than his leg, but it had scared him so fucking bad that he wouldn't be able to play the guitar again. But he can, and expects it'll get better with time.

Steve brought in Dragon Slayer, Eddie's acoustic guitar. And Eddie sits and plays him for hours, rebuilding that strength.

The rest of the time, Steve is here, forcing him to use his damaged leg, as often as the therapist will allow, for as long as Eddie can stand it.

Steve says they're getting him home next month.

Eddie sees no proof of that, but if Steve says it, it's probably true.

That's something Eddie's learned over these past few months. Steve has a gift to fix problems, to dig in and make change.

He'd had no idea.

He's a good dude, that Steve Harrington.

And now he's arriving with food, a pizza box balanced on one hand and a brown bag in the other.

"Dinner is served," Steve says, sliding the little wheeled table over Eddie's lap, putting the box down.

"Smells good, man, thanks," Eddie says, and he opens the box to see what they have. Supreme, his favorite.

Steve pulls up a chair, and unloads the sack, bringing out cans of pop, and a stack of napkins.

Eddie's already eating, but Steve is picking the black olives off his piece, first. Eddie's told him a dozen times to just order it without, but Eddie likes them, so they keep getting it the same way.

Every Friday night is pizza night.

Mondays they get takeout from Enzo's. Big containers of pasta and breadsticks.

Tuesday is burger night.

On Wednesdays, Steve drives twenty minutes to the Mexican joint Eddie loves, and brings back big platters of food, and sacks of greasy chips and homemade salsa.

Thursdays are a wildcard, and Eddie is always curious what he'll turn up with next. Soup. Sandwiches. Fish. It could be anything, and it gives Eddie something to think about besides his pain.

Steve spends every night hanging out in his room, keeping him company. He's dragged in a VCR, and they are quickly burning through the entire stock of tapes at Family Video. Debating what makes a good movie. Why sometimes bad ones are the best.

And Eddie feels normal for a few hours, because Steve makes sure of it.

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U gotta stop arguing with vegans. They are incorrigibly stupid and, worse, entirely convinced that they are right. It's like arguing with a brick wall. Block them and move on for ur own sake

The one vegan I've known pretty well in real life is a perfectly lovely person...but then again, not the type to get involved in internet arguments.

Like I think it's a noble pursuit to try to reduce harm to animals and live sustainably, and things like "uhhh we probably shouldn't be devoting A Third Of The Country's Land Area to producing Only Beef" and "Hey it's really fucked up how we breed chickens to grow so fast that they can't even stand" are just common sense.

But it's important to me that people can distinguish things like that from ridiculous bullshit like "it's impossible to get milk from an animal without killing the offspring" and "artificial insemination is raping animals"

...Am I the only one who thinks that in general, as a society, we should pay more attention to an animal's emotional responses to a thing than necessarily the intent of a thing in judging whether that thing is "abusive?" One of the folks in the replies, when I brought up artificial insemination as a way of saving endangered species that are highly sensitive to stress, said basically "well at least that's for the benefit of animals" And I'm just ?????? If you actually believe it's rape, does that actually matter?

Meanwhile there are plenty of animals that are in screaming-and-soiling themselves levels of distress from going to a groomer or the vet and that's laughed off as "being dramatic" because it's "for the animal's own good"

Like obviously [for the ever-present people in my notes who can't read] animals will need veterinary care sometimes, but I've known animals that gave their owners permanent scars and pretty much consistently lost control of their bowels because they were so scared of the vet, and I think that should be taken seriously as "traumatic" and as an animal welfare issue because The Animal Is Literally Telling You It Is In Extreme Distress and I feel like there has to be ways to get your cat a rabies shot without scarring the poor thing for life. Like, Good Lord.

I've seen vids on here of kittens being given medicine or handled/socialized that people I guess freaked out about, but the kitten shown, while not pleased, was clearly trusting and not, like, losing its mind with terror. Meanwhile a dog that growls when you brush its hair is "bad" and "dramatic" etc etc.

I guess the thing that gets me about it is that people judge how distressed the animal actually is based on how "justified" they perceive the thing to be, and not what the animal is communicating.

That's the thing! Animals communicate, and i'm not an expert but I reckon that an animal actually being in distress is automatically more of a welfare concern than something that "sounds like" it "should" be distressing.

That got kinda long, oops. Anyway yeah, no productive conversations going on.

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hey so i’m new to the community fandom and i really love trobed. i was wondering what was your trobed centric episode masterlist like? or if it’s possible, is there a way to send me the post? sorry i’m new to tumblr so i’m still learning how this app works. if you see this, thanks :)

hi, welcome! I've found that community tumblr is probably my favorite fandom space I've ever been involved in, and I hope you've had a good experience so far. I totally get the New App Learning Curve thing, I'm historically very shit at learning how to use new apps, even though I'm "young" (20), but I eventually got it and you will too, Trust 👍👍👍

anyway, Yes one of the first things I did on here after joining was make a trobed-centric episode masterlist for someone who was asking lmfao. since it was one of the First things I did there's some formatting and other things I'd do differently now, and I've actually been looking for an excuse to go ahead and get that done, so. here we go.

the trobed-centric episode masterlist (revamped)

1x05: advanced criminal law

plot B

abed takes the "friends mess with each other" rule too far; he creates a whole fake language and spends a lot of money on trying to convince troy that he is an alien

"from now on, abed, friends don't mess with each other"

(this is the first time they do their signature handshake)

1/5 gayness, pretty platonic

1x10: environmental science

plot B

it's the "somewhere out there" episode what more do I need to say

3/5 gayness, something's happening fs

1x11: the politics of human sexuality

plot C

abed keeps beating troy in athletic competitions, making troy feel threatened. he eventually admits that abed is the better athlete and they make up

2/5 gayness, pretty platonic but it has its moments

1x22: the art of discourse

plot C

troy and abed work to complete abed's list of quintessential freshman year of college experiences list

2/5 gayness, they repeatedly put completing the list above looking cool in front of women

1x25: pascal's triangle revisited

plot C

troy is moving out of his dad's house and wants to move in with abed, but abed says no because he's afraid being that close and spending that much time together will result in constant annoyance, and will destroy their friendship

troy realizes that "too much of a good thing can be bad" and instead agrees to move in with pierce

1/5 gayness

2x02: accounting for lawyers

part of plot A

jeff gets sucked back into his old life as he reconnects with alan, a coworker from his old law firm. troy, abed, and annie try to gather proof that jeff's friend is the one who got him fired in the first place

more trobedison centric, and is actually the first episode where the three of them are established as a Trio™

"all I heard was suck" "YOU CHLOROFORMED THE JANITOR" "I usually have one foot out of reality and even I'm freaking out right now"

1/5 gayness, pretty platonic. they're the sillies ever I love trobedison

2x06: epidemiology

part of plot A

it's the zombie episode, come ON

trobed have coordinating costumes but troy bails during the party because he doesn't want to look lame and nerdy in front of women, which hurts abed's feelings

abed sacrifices himself to save troy once they are the last two standing during the "rabies pathogen" breakout

"I love you" "I know" (oh my GODDD sedate me)

5/5 gayness. you get it.

2x09: conspiracy theories and interior design

plot B

the original blanket fort 💯💯💯

2/5 gayness, just guys bein silly (and in love???)

2x15: early 21st century romanticism

plot B

troy and abed fall for the same girl and decide to take her to the valentine's dance together, after which she can decide which one of them she wants to date

she picks troy, but troy gets upset that she didn't pick abed (because why wouldn't she pick abed, he's so cool) and breaks it off almost immediately

I"happy valentine's day" "it is now"

5/5 gayness jesus christ this one is INSANE

2x18: custody law and eastern european diplomacy

plot B

britta likes troy and abed's new friend, lukka, who she finds out is a literal war criminal. she keeps this information from troy and abed because she doesn't want to ruin their friendship with him, but they find out eventually

2/5 gayness they're attached at the hip in this one

2x19: critical film studies

random moments

this episode is more focused on jeff and abed, but there's a lot of classic Troy Gets Jealous™ moments so I decided to include it. plus the end tag is them randomly having dinner together at the fancy restaurant (a date 😔)

basically troy is afraid that jeff is a cooler friend to abed than him

3/5 gayness even though they barely interact, troy is so silly

2x20: competitive wine tasting

part of plot B

I almost didn't include this one, and it's not even on my original list, but whatever

troy pretends to be traumatized, originally to seem less shallow in his acting class, but he keeps it going in order to attract britta. he tells abed about it and abed Does Not Like That At All

"troy. nothing good can come of this"

I wouldn't call abed being jealous a Rare Occurrence but he generally conceals it way better than troy does

2/5 gayness, could be interpreted as abed just worried about relationships forming under false pretense, but to Me he's jealous

2x22: applied anthropology and culinary arts

plot C

pierce buys the rights to troy and abed's handshake (a la Indecent Proposal) which "corrupts" it

"pierce tainted our special handshake with his blood money and now we can't get the magic baaaack :((((("

eventually they do indeed get the magic back

3/5 gayness idk there's something about the way they interact in this one that is inexplicably gay to me lmao

3x01: biology 101

plot C plus random moments

"speaking of figuring things out, me and abed have an announcement" "..." "troy and I are living together :D"

cougartown gets moved to midseason, then cougarton abbey ends after 6 episodes, abed's routine keeps getting thrown off, and troy is just extremely supportive and protective throughout

4/5 gayness troy loves him a lot!!!!!!

3x03: remedial chaos theory

random moments

(I know this ep is listed as 3x04 on streaming services but in canon it takes place here and on the dvds it's listed as 3x03. there's a joke about it in the episode too if you didn't know. anyway)

"troy and abed's new apartment!!!" "bienvenido a la casa chez trobed!" "wanna stay up all night talking in our bunk beds?"

all their pictures on the wall and their matching suits lol

the end tag "evil troy and evil abed" & troy's soft "what's wrong :("

3/5 gayness they're lowkey married your honor

3x05: horror fiction in seven spooky steps

random moments

troy's whole story he tells where they Literally become attached at the hip

"my partner"

troy dancing while abed's humming daybreak

2/5 gayness

3x06: advanced gay

plot B

troy deciding whether he wants to do plumbing or air conditioning and deciding all he really wants to do is watch tv with abed

gay symbolism? gay symbolism? gay symbolism?

4/5 gayness mostly for the conversation at the hawthorne wipes gathering. I could write an essay on just that

3x07: studies in modern movement

plot A

annie moves in with troy and abed. very trobedison centric

"kiss me woodsman troy!"

3/5 gayness once again casually in love they're soulmates your honor

3x09: foosball and nocturnal vigilantism

plot B

annie breaks abed's $200 special edition dark knight dvd set on accident, trobedison shenanigans ensue yippee!!!

"awww is that the grappling hook I got you for christmas???"

3/5 gayness for the same reasons as before

3x10: regional holiday music

part of plot A

literally putting this on here just because of the christmas infiltration rap (and baby boomer santa)

3/5 gayness it's glee club what can you do

3x11: contemporary impressionists

plot A

(once again, I know this episode is listed as 3x12 on streaming services, but in canon it's supposed to chronologically be here, and is listed as 3x11 on the dvds)

the study group helps abed pay off his debts to a celebrity impersonator website by playing characters at a bar mitzvah (after troy scolds them for trying to ground abed in reality)

they have an argument at the end ugh

3/5 gayness troy loves abed a lot and abed doesn't realize that he's doing something wrong

3x12: urban matrimony and the sandwich arts

plot C

(see the above disclaimer about episode order)

troy and abed decide to be normal for shirley's wedding rehearsal

troy and abed being normal 🤝

4/5 gayness they blow off a girl to be weird again

3x13: digital exploration of interior design

plot C

blanket fort: redux (oh god)

vice dean laybourne escalates what started as a minor disagreement in order to drive a wedge between troy and abed. it works

5/5 gayness, if a sitcom doesn't have the two codependent fanonical gays go through an unnecessarily dramatic "break up" then I don’t want it

3x14: pillows and blankets

plot A

🎶troy and abed are in conflict🎶 *cries*

pillow fort vs. blanket fort

they eventually make up but not before they hurt each others' feelings a Lot

5/5 gayness the dramatics jesus christ

3x16: virtual systems analysis

random moments

so this episode is more focused on abed and annie, and troy and abed actually don't Technically interact with each other very much at all, but. you know

abed kinda freaks out when troy and britta go on a date because it "messes with the fabric of the group" (🤨 I know what you are)

troy calls annie to "check on abed" boy you are on a date with a woman

4/5 gayness just from subtext you get it

3x17: basic lupine urology

random moments

troy and abed play detective as they try to figure out who sabotaged the group's biology project

"we can't both do the zinger"

4/5 gayness no explanation

3x19: curriculum unavailable

random moments

the study group is expelled from greendale and abed gets arrested for spying on campus, so he's supposed to have a psychological evaluation

troy is just very protective of him in this episode, plus the flashback clip where he and Annie are comforting him as he's freaking out about daylight savings

"our adventures are VERY manly"

4/5 gayness

3x21: the first chang dynasty

random moments

oof baboof with you two! (all the plumber shenanigans are hilarious)

mostly putting this one on here for the goodbye scene at the end of the episode, though. god

"he said, 'I know you hate when people do this in movies.' sorry I got emotional"

3x22: introduction to finality

plot B

abed "goes crazy" without troy (who's off at a/c repair school)

when troy comes back he prioritizes abed over britta (who he supposedly has romantic feelings for)

"I miss abed so much" "you're afraid you'll go crazy without troy"

4/5 gayness one could say they're a little codependent

4x03: conventions of space and time

plot A

troy gets jealous of (read: goes "psycho girlfriend on") abed's new inspector spacetime superfan friend toby

britta, even as troy's literal girlfriend, calls abed troy's boyfriend and supports troy through the whole thing

"for the first time in my long history of being locked inside things, I knew someone would come" let me just put my head through my wall really quick

5/5 gayness even though troy has a whole gf. that's how gay this episode is

4x11: basic human anatomy

plot A

troy and abed pretend to switch bodies, like in freaky friday, in order to help troy process his feelings about his relationship with britta

5/5 gayness holy SHIT y'all. I could write thousands of words on this episode. it is so hard to justify troy's actions in this one without reading him as a closeted gay person not lying

5x03: basic intergluteal numismatics

random moments

including this one because of how abed comforts troy and pushes him around in a wheelchair for the entire episode

3/5 gayness it's the casual married-ness again smh

5x04: cooperative polygraphy

random moments

this is another one I didn't include on my original list but I decided fuck it

the bit uncovering the actual origin of their patented handshake is so funny "I can't even look at you right now" "then you should know I'm crying"

also just the. look on abed's face when troy agrees to go on the trip at the end. "cool. cool cool cool." "that's a lie" UGHHHHH

4/5 gayness again. so typical

5x05: geothermal escapism

plot A

do I need to say a word

ouch ouch ouch OUCH

5/5 gayness especially the deleted dialogue from the last scene (I've posted it before but lmk if you don't know what I'm talking about. disclaimer it makes me want to launch myself off the empire state building)

alright. there it is folks. I was going to make another subsection of other random iconic trobed moments and cite the episodes they're from but basically every single episode has at least one, so that list would be Way too long to qualify as a supplement to this one lmao. however! if you have a Trobed Moment™ stuck in your head (or any Moment for that matter) and you can't remember which episode it's from feel free to ask me, I'm confident that my internal community database will be able to Remind You. anyway. hope this was helpful. bye

#did this instead of my heaps of missing homework assignments #I completely overbooked myself this semester but It's Fine haha #anyway #community #nbc community #community nbc #abed nadir #troy barnes #trobed #troy and abed #community tv #community encyclopedia

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a-local-idiots-shitpost · 1 year

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Mc stuck in a high place

Original

Lucifer:

who did this and why?

who taught putting the Human who is terrified of heights in a chandelier would be a remotely smart idea

he won´t help you down though

simply because you can´t cause trouble and he´s more concerned about finding who did this

depending who it is they would have to get you down

and he´s letting you punish them yourself

he will even lock the door for you and make sure they can´t run away

still doesn´t make up for the fact that he didn´t help you

Mammon:

he panics

who put his Human up there?!

actually how do the even fit there?

considering they are stuck on the fridge

which wouldn´t be a problem if it wasn´t for the fact that there isn´t much moving space

and you pretty much act like a cornered raccoon when someone tries to get you down from there

which means he has to either get a bunch of scratch marks and dodge your flailing limbs or let you stay up there but you will be pouty because no one helped you

very difficult decisions

actually not that difficult

considering he´s either #1 or#2 biggest Simp in this house

he would die when he had to wait for you to get down on your own

Leviathan:

no way is he risking his life!

he knows you can get down on your own

...even if you are horribly scared

okay maybe he will be risking his life…

but if you try to attack him he will summon Lotan!

actually because of the threat of using Lotan Lucifer decided that not only does Levi have to get you down but he will also get hung from the ceiling

this is now mandatory because they can´t keep unfloding the house because Levi was upset and thought summoning Lotan was a smart idea

at least he got away with minimum scratches from you

Satan:

he acts like you´re a cat stuck somewhere

which isn´t really that far off

he also tries to get you to climb down on our own with cat nip

if it works or not is up to you

in case it doesn´t work you will not be amused

but it might make you angry enough to get down on you own so it could still work

just not as anticipated

because you will just end up falling down and if Satan is unlucky directly onto him

but he got you down and you aren´t that angry so he can´t really complain

he will get revenge for you falling on him though

I would recommend not being alone for a while

Asmodeus:

yeah no

he already knows you will get down one way or another

also he doesn´t believe that you don´t have rabies

he saw you attack the last person trying to help you

and he won´t deal with that

you´re welcome to visit him when your down though

but only when you aren´t feeling murderous

he doesn´t have the time to deal with that at night

getting ready for bed already takes up enough time for him

Beelzebub:

he get´s you down really fast

which everyone appreciates because they don´t have to risk anything by helping you

but to be fair Beel partially helped because it was you and partially because you kinda blocked the fridge

but he won´t tell anybody

but if you´re grateful that Beel helped you get down you could thank him

preferably you could cook him his favourite foods

or really anything he´s hungry and not really picky :)

he also likes anything you make him

Belphegor:

he actually put you up there so he can sleep in your bed

the only way you can get down is when you climb down yourself

which depending on where you are could be a problem

which brings up the question how he got you up there? anyway stop getting side tracked

beating up Belphie comes first and questions after

sadly by the time you managed to get on the ground he was already gone

and he wasn´t hiding in his usual nap spots

he probably sleep walked out of the house again

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me brothers #obey me lucifer #lucifer avatar of pride #mammon avatar of greed #obey me mammon #leviathan avatar of envy #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #satan avatar of wrath #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus avatar of lust #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub avatar of gluttony #belphegor avatar of sloth #obey me belphegor

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mycurrent-hyperfixation · 2 years

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The Babysitters: Eddie Munson x Reader (Part II)

Summary: You and Eddie had always had a flirtatious relationship, but when you get pulled into the Upside Down the both of you realise that maybe you wanted something more than that.

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Word Count: 1.5k

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader

Tags: fluff

A/N: Hi guys! This one was supposed to be hell short but it accidentally got super long so I’ve split it in two. Part II is already up!

Part I

When the five of you had successfully traversed the rope that led you out of the Upside Down and into Eddie’s trailer, Dustin, Lucas and Max immediately began bombarding you with a multitude of questions.

“I can’t believe you were dumb enough to go through watergate,” Dustin said.

“Did you see Vecna?” Lucas questioned.

“Why are you bleeding?” Max asked, causing Dustin and Lucas to look straight towards you.

“Oh my God, ew” Lucas exclaimed, walking backwards in horror at the sight of your wounds. Max, instead, moved closer.

“Cool,” Dustin said. “You’ll probably get some super sick scars!”

“Dustin, are you serious?” Eddie chastised but stopped at the sound of your laughter.

“Yeah, I suppose the scars will be kinda cool,” you responded.

“Keep an eye out for rabies symptoms,” Robin chimed in.

“Why were you guys back at Wheeler’s place anyway? I thought you were going to wait for us by the lake,” Steve said.

“Well it’s a good thing we didn’t since you guys took forever,” Dustin responded.

“Plus we got arrested,” Max said.

“Arrested!” Steve exclaimed.

“We weren’t technically arrested,” Dustin began.

“Hey,” you said softly, turning towards Eddie as the other’s continued on in their argument.

“Hey,” he said back tenderly.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a spare shirt I could borrow, would you? It’s just that my bathers are kinda all ripped up and it’s freezing and-”

“Yeah, yeah, definitely,” Eddie hastily interjected. “Sorry, I should have offered before.”

“No, it’s fine,” you said as you followed Eddie into his room.

You weren’t quite sure what you had expected Eddie’s bedroom to be like, but the sight that you were met with was so completely Eddie that you had to hide a giggle that threatened to escape your lips. Posters of rock bands covered almost every wall. There was a prominent aroma of weed that hung in the air, intermingled with whatever deodorant Eddie used. The bedsheets were scattered haphazardly on the bed, the rest of the floor covered with clothes which were almost all of a black variety.

“Sorry, I would have cleaned if I had known I was having people over,” Eddie said sheepishly, hastily trying to collect as many items from the floor as he could.

“No-no, it’s fine. My room’s the same so don’t worry,” you responded.

“Um, t-take a seat,” Eddie said, pointing to his bed. “I just need to find something that’s clean.”

You perched yourself upon the edge of the bed, wincing slightly as the skin around your wounds shifted and moved. You didn’t notice as Eddie glanced back towards you with a concerned look upon his features.

“We should probably disinfect your wounds. I think I have a bottle of vodka around here that we can use,” Eddie said, his head half buried in the drawer he was searching through.

You scrunched your face in detest at the mere thought of the pain that the alcohol would elicit.

“Just give me a couple of extra minutes to get used to the pain I’m already in before we do anything else,” you responded.

“Right,” Eddie said. “Sorry.”

Eddie walked the short distance back to you and handed you a black crewneck jumper.

“I know you asked for a shirt but you said it was cold and this will probably be big on you so it won’t rub up against your wounds as much but I can get you a shirt if you want-”

“Thank you, Eddie,” you interjected his ramblings with a small smile curling onto your features. “This is perfect.”

Before you donned the jumper, you looked down at your bathers hesitantly, wondering whether you should attempt the painful process of extracting the fabric from your skin. Just as you had decided that that job could be saved for later, Eddie spoke up.

“I could help you if you need.”

A blush crept up your cheeks just as Eddie’s own face turned a flaming red as he realised what he had just offered.

“No! I mean…no! I didn’t mean it like that I just wanted to be helpful!” Eddie brought his hands up to rub at his face. “Sorry. Shit. Sorry. I didn’t mean…I should go and get Nancy or Robin.”

Eddie hung his head as he hastily ran for the door.

“Eddie,” you said with a slight laugh. Eddie paused just before the door and hesitantly turned back to look at you. “It’s okay. I’ll keep everything on until I get back home.” Eddie let out a sigh.

You gingerly took off Eddie’s leather jacket and pulled on his jumper instead. It had the logo of a band on the front, you realised, but what band specifically you weren’t quite sure. The bed dipped slightly as Eddie came to sit next to you.

“Sorry I’m being so useless,” Eddie began. “I’m just not used to these kind of situations and-”

“Are you being serious?” you interrupted. “Eddie, you literarily saved my life today.”

A blush crept up Eddie’s cheeks.

“Well, yeah, I suppose. But that’s only because I got there first. If Harrington or Nancy or Robin had gotten there before me than they would have done the same.”

“Stop being so humble, Munson. It doesn’t suit you,” you said with a smile causing a small laugh to escape from Eddie’s lips. “Sorry I got blood all over your shirt,” you continued, pointing down to the large red patch that covered the bottom half of Eddie’s shirt.

“I’m sure I can find it in my heart one day to forgive you,” Eddie responded. “Plus I think it adds to my aesthetic.”

“Oh, for sure,” you said. “It really feeds into the whole satanic blood sacrifice thing you’ve got going on.”

A large laugh escaped from Eddie’s throat and you couldn’t help but marvel at it. He had his head thrown back and his eyes closed as the beautiful sound filled the air. It was a nice laugh, so genuine and natural that it always had you wanting to elicit another. When Eddie reopened his eyes, he turned to look back at you, and suddenly the air between you grew altogether more serious. The two of you sat like that for some time, a silence growing between the two of you that had grown so thick it was almost palpable. It made it hard to breath as you looked at him, beautiful brown eyes looking so intently back at you.

“I thought I was going to lose you there for a second,” Eddie whispered. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more scared in my life.”

A breath hitched in your throat at his words. You felt like saying something witty. You felt like breaking whatever it was that lingered in the air between you with a quick joke or a snide remark.

“I thought I was going to die,” you said back instead, surprising yourself. “But then you were there with that oar and I knew I was going to be alright.”

Somewhere during the length of your conversation your face had slowly inched closer to Eddie’s so that now you were practically inches apart. You felt his breath upon your skin, warm and familiar. You could smell him as well, his scent thick with smoke and yet vastly comforting. You could feel heat emanating off of him and you wondered for a split second how he was so warm when you were still so cold.

And then you could taste him.

Whether you were the one to close the distance between the two of you or whether it was Eddie, you weren’t altogether quite sure. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care as his lips moved against yours, his touch gentle and yet desperate as you inhaled each other. The kiss was slow, so tantalisingly slow as if Eddie was half expecting you to pull away. But when you brought one hand up to rest upon his cheek and the other to tangle in his hair, he relaxed into your touch. He brought his own hand to rest upon your cheek, wanting to rest the other one upon your waist but thinking better of it and instead bringing it to rest on your leg that sat between the two of you. He tasted surprisingly sweet as you deepened the kiss.

And although you would have preferred to spend the remainder of the day wrapped up in Eddie’s arms just as you were, although you were quite sure that you could spend the rest of your life kissing Eddie Munson, the burning in your lungs said otherwise. You pulled away hesitantly, not wanting his touch to go. The air was filled with heavy breathing for quite some time before either of you spoke.

A smile broke out onto your face as you looked at him.

“What’s so funny?” Eddie asked, his smile coming to mirror yours.

“The kids are probably out there waiting for us,” you said.

“I think the kids can give Mommy and Daddy some alone time for once,” Eddie responded before he hooked one arm around your neck and connected his lips back to yours.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things #season 4 stranger things #steve harrington #joseph quinn #joe quinn

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ronancexists · 7 months

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I forgot to post for the first day 😭😭. So I'm going to post Day 1 & Day 2 today, and afterwards I'll be following the regular schedule. I sincerely apologize for my mistake and I hope y'all are ok with it. Anyways, here's my submission for Day 1 of Ronancetober. Day 2 will be up later today because again, it slipped my mind that it was already October :)

Day 1: Upside Down

"Mike better wish I don't get my hands on him when I get free," Nancy seethed, normally bright blue eyes darkened with the intent to murder.

“That makes two of us,” Robin grumbled as she wriggled around, trying her best to free herself and Nancy, but to no avail.

She and Nancy had been paired up to do the nightly perimeter check alongside one of the cracks that had formed after Vecna had almost killed Max, as they did every night. Joyce and Hopper had paired up as well as Steve and Murray, the last pairing being Yuri and Enzo. The adults did it every night, but her, Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve switched off in different pairings every night, so one of them could stay behind and be there with Argyle to watch over Dustin, Will, Mike, Lucas, Max, Erica, and El.

Naturally, the other teens grumbled about being excluded. All of the adults, however, were very strict about them keeping an eye on Max and their families. If something happened to them while they were on patrol, the younger teens had to be ready to protect the town. After lots of arguments and debates, they agreed so long as they got to have a walkie and listen in on their patrol check-ins.

Hopper had decided, alongside Joyce, that tonight would be Robin and Nancy who would assist them in checking the glowing red ravines running through Hawkins. The two readily agreed, more than eager to do something productive to help. Nancy loaded up her guns while Robin made some Molotov cocktails and cleaned the nail bat Steve had made for her. They finished packing their bags, and with a small high-five, they were off. They set off on the crack that traveled north from the Byers home, only after promising to check in every twenty minutes with the adults.

“We should check the traps while we’re out here,” Nancy said, looking over her shoulder and stifling a laugh as Robin nearly tripped over a tree root that was sticking out of the ground.

“I'm fine. Totally fine. Definitely not freaked out about possibly being eaten alive by one of these creatures or anything. And I'm definitely not freaked out about the fact that we could contract any number of diseases from said creatures, including rabies. I've told you that rabies is like, my number one fear, right? Because if I haven't, then let me tell you—”

Nancy reached over and put her hand over Robin’s mouth, ignoring her surprised expression and tilting her head towards the bushes in front of them. Something was moving around in there and causing a ruckus. When she was satisfied Robin wouldn’t speak, she removed her hand from over the taller girl’s mouth. In sync, the two women reached for their weapons, Nancy cocking her gun as Robin tightened her grip on her nail bat. Slowly, the two of them approached, Nancy only a few steps ahead of Robin. With an exchanged glance, the two of them rushed forward, only to yelp and scream in surprise as they were abruptly lifted into the air.

“What the fuck?!” Nancy exclaimed while Robin groaned in pain as she had hit her head on one of the branches.

The two of them were suspended in the air with a rope tied around their ankles. The rope was attached to the trunk of the tree. Oh, and they were also hanging upside down.

“Unbelievable!” Nancy growled, eyes following the source of the rustling, which also happened to be what caused them to get into this mess.

“It's so cute! Look at its little face and its little ears and its little nose!” Robin gushed, a toothy grin on her face as she also stared at the creature that had gotten them into this mess.

Nancy sighed in a mix of amusement and frustration as the little rabbit stared at them. It's nose twitched a few times before it hopped away.

“Umm, Nancy?”

“Yes Robin?”

“What are we supposed to do? Because our next check-in is in seven minutes, and if we don't respond everyone is going to think something terrible happened to us. Then they're going to come running and abandon their own posts where an actual monster could emerge and get free and cause massive damage in Hawkins all because we were stupid enough to get stuck in one of our own traps. I don't even remember this trap being marked on the maps. Unless I was looking at the wrong maps, then—”

“It was Mike,” Nancy interrupted, shaking her head in anger. “He was talking about setting some surprise traps with the other kids since they suspected Vecna might possibly use Will as a spy like he did before.”

“So what, they snuck out after we all explicitly forbade them from coming here to set traps Will doesn't know about so some of them would surprise Vecna if he decided to stage an attack?”

“Essentially, yes.”

“Those kids are either extremely stupid or extremely brave. What if something had happened to them? They'd just get into even more trouble and cause us to keep an even closer eye on them.”

“You're telling me,” Nancy muttered. “We’ll scold them later. Right now, we need to focus on getting out of here before we cause a panic.”

“Right, yeah. You wouldn't happen to have a knife on you or anything, would you?” Robin inquired, beginning to feel a bit dizzy with all the blood rushing to her head.

“I do, but unfortunately, it’s in my pack.”

“...which is on the ground.”

“That little shithead better wish I don't get my hands on him when I get free.”

“That makes two of us.”

The girls froze as their walkie crackled with static before Jonathan’s voice came through. “Mom, Hopper, do you copy?”

“Shit!” they exclaimed in unison, moving and thrashing every which way to try and free themselves so they could get to the walkie on time.

“We copy. No signs of anything over here,” Hopper responded. Joyce’s voice soon came through as well, asking if they had had enough to eat and if everything was alright. Typical worried, slightly overprotective mom stuff. Nobody could blame her though, not after everything that’s happened, and especially not with Vecna seeming to have a certain fascination on El and Will.

“Enzo, Yuri, do you copy?”

“We copy. No suspicious activity over here,” Enzo replied.

“Harrington, Murray, do you copy?”

“Copy. We’ve got nothing,” Steve confirmed.

“Nancy, Robin, do you copy?”

“Oh come on!” Robin shouted, running her hands over her face. “We’re so going to be dead if we ever get out of here!”

“Keep trying!” Nancy barked out, resolving to apologize to Robin later once they were at the Byers home.

While the two of them kept trying to get out of the ropes, Steve was shouting into the walkie.

“Rob, don’t do this to me! Do you copy?! I repeat, do you copy?!”

“Harrington, you need to calm your ass down! They have five minutes before we go searching for them. That’s the protocol.”

“I have an idea!” Robin proclaimed, reaching up to cut at the ropes with the laces of her shoes. It was something she had picked up on from her parents. They had gone camping a lot when she was younger to connect with nature and shit, and they had taught her to be prepared for anything.

“Hurry!”

“Screw your protocol!” Steve argued through the walkie. “That’s my best friend you’re talking about, and I won’t leave her alone to die!”

“This is a lot harder than it looks,” Robin huffed, face red with beads of sweat dripping down her temples. All of a sudden, she was quite grateful for the toned physique soccer had given her. She decided she would thank her old coach once they got out of this mess.

“Robin, we don’t have much time left!” Nancy said, noticing that Hopper and Steve had already been arguing for three minutes on the watch Robin was sporting on her left wrist.

“Got it!”

Not even a second had passed before Robin’s triumphant exclamation before they went hurtling towards the ground as quickly as they had ascended. The breath was knocked out of the both of them as they landed in a heap on the forest floor. Nancy was the first to recover and hastily scrambled to her feet, reaching the walkie that was a few feet away.

“This is Nancy! Robin and I copy! I repeat, Robin and I copy!”

She and Robin exchanged exasperated glances as everyone began talking a mile a minute. “We’re fine, I promise. A little banged up, but we’re alright.”

“What happened?” Steve inquired, needing to know if his best friend and friend were in danger.

“We’ll explain later,” Robin stated, shooting a wink towards Nancy, knowing they would come up with a cover story by the time they had gotten back. “But we’re safe, and there’s no monsters here. That’s all that matters.”

“Finish your sweeps and meet back at the Byers,” Hopper instructed.

Everyone signed off the walkies, relieved to know that no harm had come to Nancy and Robin.

“Let’s get going,” Nancy said once they had gathered all of their supplies.

“And let’s try to avoid the traps,” Robin said, shuddering at the thought of being stuck with no escape.

Nancy hummed in agreement, standing on her tiptoes to plant a chaste kiss on her girlfriend’s lips. “Remind me to thank you properly later.”

Robin gulped, nodding frantically with her eyes wide. “Umm, yeah. I-I mean, absolutely.”

Nancy giggled and began walking back towards the Byers home, but not before linking her hand with Robin’s, warmth sparking from their hands all the way to their hearts.

“Have I mentioned how much I love you, Nancy Wheeler?”

“Not as much as I love you, Robin Buckley.”

And if a few weeks after the incident, the younger teens kept finding all different assortments of bugs in their rooms, well, that was a secret between Robin and Nancy, and a secret it would stay.

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Ara being Ara -Danny Words: 2,298 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

II: Help! People Are Treating Me Like They're Supposed to and Now I'm Uncomfortable

"Your brother hates me."

"He doesn't."

Leo stops and looks at her. "That guy's going to throw me under the elephant at the first chance he gets."

Ara tries not to laugh. "Percy has a resting bitch face, that's all. You'll be best buds in no time."

"Sunshine, no offense, but you're too close to the danger to see it."

"He doesn't hate you," she insists. "But if he did, I'd still love you."

Leo smirks. "What if I turn into a worm, would you still love me?"

"We've already had this conversation," Ara resumes her walk.

"Last time it was a three-legged dog with rabies!" He quickly catches up with her. "But that one was way out there, so mad respect for saying yes."

She laughs. "That should make it clear enough, then."

"The dog still has some personality though," he teases her. "Worms don't even come in fun colors."

"Worms are useful. You could be bait in my direst moment of need," she jokes.

Leo holds her hand. "Okay, you win. I'm the best boyfriend ever."

"Well, what now?" Nico eyes my Tyrian cape and the laurel crown with little interest.

"I gotta move out of my cabin," I reply. "Preferably before the campers get here, Chiron doesn't want me to distract them."

"You can't stop that from happening," Nico raises a brow.

"Shut up," I reach up to take the crown off.

Lily stops me. "Wear that with pride. We broke out backs training so you could get it."

I glance at her hand, the scar on my wrist that used to match Lily's is gone, and I'm half glad about it, I won't be reminded of Michael as often now.

"Is there a rule that says she has to wear the whole fit from now?" Nico taunts her. "Please say yes."

"Can I slap him one last time?" I beg Lily.

Ara is starting to understand why Jason didn't escape this camp as soon as he got the chance. Everyone's seated where they please, old and young demigods—even older than Beckendorf—surround her and her friends. They all look healthy, happy, and like they've enjoyed a fulfilling life. If this is the one thing Roman demigods can aspire to have... she wants it too.

Everyone has been nice to her to a decent extent, except for the Octavian guy, but he's rude to everyone, so it doesn't matter. What keeps bothering her is that Percy isn't the only one staring at Leo weirdly. Hazel Levesque keeps stealing glances at him and Ara doesn't know how to interpret that.

Percy told Annabeth that she was someone else's girlfriend... but there's a faint lavender glow coming out of Hazel ever since Leo took the seat next to her. "...My brother, Nico, went looking for the doors," the girl mentions as they start talking about the prophecy.

"Wait," Annabeth frowns. "Nico di Angelo? He's your brother?"

Ara tenses. "About that... Can I talk to him?"

"Ara..." Percy stares at her with a look of warning.

"We're talking about a fourteen-year-old boy, tall and severely malnourished, right?" She ignores him.

"Ara," he presses.

Hazel tilts her head in confusion. "Wait, he's fourteen?"

"Nico Di Angelo has been here before, even though he's Greek," Ara continues, anger bubbling up in her stomach. Percy tries to talk but she lifts a hand to stop him. "He brought you here?"

"Yes, last September," Hazel replies awkwardly. "But he never mentioned your camp, I swear."

"Ara," Percy looks at her sternly. "Chill."

"I'm chill," she replies, clearly not chill at all. "I just wanna talk to Di Angelo."

"You can't," Percy continues. "Hazel was about to tell us what her brother was doing before he went missing."

Ara's soul leaves her body. "He's missing?"

The first time I met Nico and Bianca Di Angelo wasn't even the first time for real. We met in the Lotus Hotel, but I only remembered a year after we found them.

The first time we spoke isn't as important as the time we almost killed each other, anyway. The first time, I mean, when Nico shattered the Pavilion's floor. But you've heard that story, so I'll tell you about the first time I officially met the Di Angelo siblings.

Percy, Thalia, Annabeth, and I arrive at the creepy military school, where a monster is already there to welcome us. He didn't notice me at first, which was good, I could sneak my way towards Bianca and Nico without the monster knowing.

"Hi!"

Bianca gives a start. I've interrupted some kind of argument between her and her brother. "Hi?"

"I'm Ara," I reach to shake her hand. "Jackson."

It's not the first time I introduced myself with that last name, but it is the first time that sounds natural. Bianca shakes my hand. "Bianca Di Angelo. Are you new?"

"Yeah! And I saw you two from across the gym, you seem nice," I look at Nico and grin when I see the cards he's holding. "Cool deck! I have a friend who's a huge fan of Mythomagic."

The boy's eyes widen. "You wanna play?"

"Sure," I take a sit next to him.

He's the same age I was when I met Percy, and I'm the same age Percy was then. My vanity tricks me into thinking that's enough to dazzle the boy, but people aren't interested in age, just power. When I met Percy, he had my respect 'cause he was strong and cool.

It didn't matter if I was older, I was a nobody to Nico.

Ara makes an effort to be quiet now, too shaken to argue.

"The last thing he said to me was that he was going to look for the doors of death. That's all I know."

"We'll look for him," Percy assures Hazel. "Right, Ara?"

"Of course," Nico is annoying and difficult, but he's a camper, and he was her friend once, she doesn't want him gone and out of her life permanently. "But let's recap—The doors are in Rome?"

"That's what Thanatos said, yeah," Percy responds. "And finding them should be our priority anyway, as long as Gaea's army has control over them, the monsters will come back as soon as we kill them."

"Like water leaking through a dam," Piper mumbles.

"Yeah," Percy glances at Ara. "We've got a dam hole."

"What?" Piper blinks.

"Nothing. Inside joke. The point is we'll have to find the doors and close them before we can head to Greece. It's the only way we'll stand a chance of defeating the giants and making sure they stay defeated."

"You propose an expedition to Greece in your warship," Reyna says. "You do realize that the ancient lands—and the Mare Nostrum—are dangerous?"

"Mary who?" Leo asks.

"Mare Nostrum," Jason corrects him. "Our Sea. It's what the Ancient Romans called the Mediterranean."

"The territory that was once the Roman Empire is not only the birthplace of the gods," Reyna continues. "It's also the ancestral home of the monsters, Titans and giants... and worse things. As dangerous as travel is for demigods here in America, there it would be ten times worse."

"You said Alaska would be bad," Percy points out. "We survived that."

"Percy, traveling in the Mediterranean is a different level of danger altogether. It's been off-limits to Roman demigods for centuries. No hero in his right mind would go there."

"Then we're good!" Leo smiles. "Because we're all crazy, right? Besides, the Argo II is a top-of-the-line warship. She'll get us through—and Ara's the daughter of Olympus, she'll keep us safe."

"Ara can't look after all of us, it would be selfish to expect that," Percy scolds him.

"He didn't mean it like that," Ara is quick to intervene.

"Then he shouldn't say it—"

"Percy, don't start," Ara snaps at him.

Percy glances at Leo with irritation, and Ara wonders why is he so hostile towards the boy.

"We'll have to hurry, I don't know exactly what the giants are planning, but Gaea is growing more conscious all the time," Jason continues, nervously glancing at the trio. "She's invading dreams, appearing in weird places, summoning more and more powerful monsters. We have to stop the giants before they can wake her up fully."

"Seven half-bloods must answer the call," Annabeth quotes. "It needs to be a mix from both our camps. Jason, Piper, Leo, and me. That's four."

"And me," Percy nods. "Along with Hazel and Frank. That's seven."

"And then there's me..." Ara grabs a fistful of grapes from a passing platter and eats a bunch at once.

I blame myself for not trying harder. I keep thinking that maybe if I'd befriended Bianca, none of what happened would've happened. Not in the way it did, anyway.

I didn't understand why she left Nico. He was her family and she dropped him just like that? I begged for something like what she had my whole life, and this girl gave it up so easily!

I wasn't nice after she joined the hunters, and this caused Nico to attach to me. I was the same age as his sister and I was validating his feelings, I was Percy's sister as well, and he wanted to know all about him.

Nico punished Bianca by latching onto me and Lily, and that made her dislike us. In the end, Nico hated me for it. If I hadn't encouraged his behavior, the Di Angelo's would've parted on friendlier terms, and then maybe he wouldn't hold such a grudge towards me.

Despite all this... I still don't understand Bianca's decision, I gave up on having my own life to look after my loved ones forever, because that's what you do when your love is real.

Octavian stands up. "We're just supposed to accept that? Without a vote in the senate? Without a proper debate? Without—"

"Percy! Ara!" Tyson and Mrs. O'Leary rush in, there is a harpy seated on the hellhound. "Ella is scared!"

"N-n-no more boats," the harpy shivers. "Titanic, Lusitania, Pax... boats are not for harpies."

"Did that chicken girl just compare my ship to the Titanic?" Leo asks Hazel.

"She's not a chicken," Hazel avoids Leo's eyes and blushes. "Ella's a harpy. She's just a little... high-strung."

"Ella is pretty," Tyson continues. "And scared. We need to take her away, but she will not go on the ship."

"No ships. Bad luck," she spots Annabeth. "There she is. Wisdom's daughter walks alone—"

"Ella!" Frank tries to stop her. "Maybe it's not the best time—"

"The Mark of Athena burns through Rome," the harpy continues. "Twins snuff out the angel's breath, Who holds the key to endless death. Giants' bane stands gold and pale, Won through pain from a woven jail."

Ara's eyes land on Annabeth, whose entire face is flushed. "Was that—"

"I know!" Percy interrupts her. "How about you take Ella to get some fresh air? You and Mrs. O'Leary—"

"Hold on," Octavian's hands twist a plushie anxiously. "What was that she said? It sounded like—"

"Ella reads a lot," Frank explains. "We found her at a library."

"Yes!" Hazel continues. "Probably just something she read in a book."

"Books," Ella hums. "Ella likes books."

Ara's skin tingles with curiosity. They want to keep that harpy away from Octavian, and she wants to know why.

"That was a prophecy," the guy insists. "It sounded like a prophecy."

Annabeth laughs, but Ara can tell it's fake. "Really, Octavian? Maybe harpies are different here, on the Roman side. Ours have just enough intelligence to clean cabins and cook lunches. Do yours usually foretell the future? Do you consult them for your auguries?"

While the rest of the demigods around them chuckle, Octavian seems to hesitate. "I, uh... No, but—"

"She's just spouting lines from some book," Annabeth dismisses the subject, "like Hazel suggested. Besides, we already have a real prophecy to worry about. Percy's right," she turns to Tyson. "Why don't you take Ella and Mrs. O'Leary and shadow-travel somewhere for a while. Is Ella okay with that?"

"'Large dogs are good. Old Yeller, 1957, screenplay by Fred Gipson and William Tunberg."

"Great!" Percy clasps his hands together. "We'll Iris-message you guys when we're done and catch up with you later."

Reyna's people look at her for approval whilst Ara's crew turns to her. The girls share a look, Ara would like to talk to Ella, but now's not the time, she doesn't want Octavian around for it, and he's clearly not well in the head.

Reyna raises a brow. Ara can read her expression easily: "Your call, General."

The girl leans back on her seat and shrugs, popping another grape into her mouth. Reyna turns to Tyson and Ella. "Fine. Go." She then turns to the others. "Octavian is right about one thing. We must gain the senate's approval before we let any of our legionnaires go on a quest—especially one as dangerous as you're suggesting."

"This whole thing smells of treachery," Octavian sneers. "That trireme is not a ship of peace!"

"Come aboard, man," Leo suggests. "I'll give you a tour. You can steer the boat, and if you're really good I'll give you a little paper captain's hat to wear."

"How dare you—"

"It's a good idea," Reyna intervenes. "Octavian, go with him. See the ship. We'll convene a senate meeting in one hour."

"But..." Octavian locks eyes with Reyna and grumbles the rest. "Fine."

"I'll go with you," Ara offers.

"No need, Arae," Leo winks at her. "We'll be back soon. This is gonna be epic."

Ara watches him walk away with a bad feeling, something rubbed her the wrong way, but she can't put a finger on it.

"Uh, Reyna," Jason speaks. "If you don't mind, I'd like to show Piper around before the senate meeting. She's never seen New Rome."

Ara wants to throw grapes at Jason's forehead. Can't he read the room? Reyna's been glaring at him this whole time! Poor Piper looks like she wants to crawl under the table and stay there for the rest of the day.

"Of course," the praetor responds tensely.

"Yeah, me, too," Percy adds. "I'd like to show Annabeth—"

"No."

"Sorry?" He frowns.

"I'd like a few words with Annabeth and your sister," Reyna explains stiffly. "Alone. If you don't mind, my fellow praetor."

"Okay," Ara stands and fixes her cloak. She's a good talker, this will be fine. "Lead the way."

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The Guardians Shall Rise

Summary:

A world in which Hunter instead of Luz is sent to summer camp by his 16 older brothers and learns what it means to have friends while also getting a new mentor figure. And there's the Empress who despises humans for some reasons, but he'll be fine. Based on @sergeantsporks Guardian Family AU

Warnings: Mentions of (Parental) Death and Belos being creepy

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Chapter 1

Finally, the bell rang and they were dismissed. Rapidly he packed his stuff to get out into the hallway before the flood of students could set in.

Almost tripping over himself, he ran to his locker. Hunter exhaled a sigh of relief as he arrived with no other soul in sight. That's when he threw his backpack off his shoulders, only for it to land onto the floor.

“Damnit!” Promptly he kneeled to pick it up, but a foot from his left kicked it away. “Hey, watch out, man!” he exclaimed.

“And why should I? Will you send one of your brothers after me?” Brian said with a smile, a stupid classmate who has a new target every other day. Today that seemed to be him.

In the blink of an eye, Hunter got up again, balling his hands into fists. “Give it back!” Out of the blue, another classmate, Rich, came to his aid by taking the bag from the bully. “Come on, don't be mean. Here,” he threw it back at Hunter, who wrapped his arms around said item and shielded it protectively.

He turned away to inspect if any damage had been done to one of its contents. Luckily, it seemed to be intact. A chuckle escaped from the other student, “Besides, it's probably infested with rabies anyway.”

All remaining calm was swept away in an instant. With one quick move, he saw that self-righteous smirk. Cautiously, he secured the backpack in the locker before moving on with pure instincts. Hot rage blurred his vision as he threw himself onto him.

A few shrieks were heard from the crowd that had gathered around them. He didn’t hear what was said, all he focused on was getting a few hits. Rich was pushing Hunter’s face away with his hand, but growing up with brothers gave him the advantage.

Out of a sudden, someone grabbed his shoulders, trying to tear him away. Hunter punched whoever it was, not done yet with his current target, who still used his flat hands to defend himself. The person he just hit didn’t stop.

“You’re so crazy!” “You’re crazy!” “Boys, stop immediately!” “Ow! Did you just bite me?!” “That’s enough!” Another teacher had arrived at the scene and the both of them were finally able to get Hunter off of Rich. “You are going to the principal’s office!”, one of the P.E. teachers said as he guided Hunter the way.

Around him, the students looked at him with fear, anger and annoyance. As if he had personally wronged them. The whispering ensued and he knew that this would be the gossip for the weekend.

Not everything was understood but here and there it was just clear enough. Some didn’t even try to hide their comments at all. “That’s what happens when you get raised by your siblings.” “Yeah, I think he finally snapped.” “I heard the last set was full of troublemakers.” “Seems to run in the family, then.”

Nothing he hadn’t heard but that didn’t make his urge to free himself and go on a second round any less apparent. “Jay-eh, Finn- Wittebane, stay still and let’s get this over with. What is up with you today?!”, the teacher said. Hunter couldn’t suppress the grunt, “My name is Hunter.”

And that's how he got himself landed in the principal's office. One might say he overreacted. He, however, thought that his reaction was totally justified in this case. What was he supposed to do, not doing anything?

“Mr. Wittebane, why did you bite Richard Lewis?”

Hunter sat closer to the edge of his seat, “He insulted my family! He-”

“Mr. Wittebane, I am asking you to calm down. This conversation could go a lot smoother if-”

“If what? I had just gone away like nothing happened? That’s what you want, right?!”

The principal sighed and rubbed his temples. He was obviously used to this situation and losing his last bits of energy. With a defeated expression, not even looking up from the ground, he suggested, “Let’s just wait until your brother arrives, Mr. Wittebane.” And leaned back in his chair.

The teenager with overcrossed arms grumbled before leaning back. In an effort to distance himself from the adult, he took the chair and brought it awfully close to the door. The angry glare he shot at the principal went unnoticed and instead asked him another question, “Do you regret your action even in the slightest?”

“No!”, he spouted, “The only thing I regret is not biting hard enough.”

The principal raised an eyebrow, “Is everything okay at home?”

Hunter had to grip both of his chair arms, so he wouldn't fall out of it as he leaned forward. The audacity of that question left his mouth open. “Of course! Why wouldn't it be?!”

The other gave him a sympathetic smile, looking kind of sad. “Grief comes in different forms. I knew your brothers and how they acted-”

“Well, Mr. Shepherd, I am not my brothers.”

Hunter wasn't set on answering another question. Not until Jasper would arrive at least. He avoided each and every one.

School was long over when the door finally opened, hitting the back of Hunter's chair. “Jasper, thank God, you're finally here!”

Hunter stood up to move his chair, but when he looked up, it wasn't Jasper's face he saw. It was Caleb's.

That's when he knew: He fucked up.

“Caleb Wittebane! Pleasure to see you again, I wished we had better reasons to meet but it can't be helped”, the principal said with a grin, “Usually I have a lot of positive stuff to say about Hunter. However, today he was involved in a fight that he initiated. He refuses to answer me, the only thing I know is that I was very surprised when I first heard it.”

Caleb kept a neutral expression and hadn't even looked at Hunter once the whole time. The ride home would be unpleasant for sure.

The teacher looked at him pitifully. “As you know, I don't allow violence at my school. For nobody. That's why Hunter will be suspended for the next three school days.”

Hunter felt like he got hit right in the gut. The silence which followed after was awfully loud. “No, please! Don't suspend me!”

“I am sorry, but-” “No, give me janitor work or detention for I don't care how long, just please!”

He must have looked absolutely pathetic. Begging with wide-opened eyes to not be suspended for three days. He couldn't help it.

Hunter would have continued his rant if not for Caleb, who put a hand on his shoulder, still not looking at him.

The principal took a breath before explaining himself more, “Hunter, you fought a student over a comment. You punched a teacher. When I asked you why, you refused to answer. What's more, you only feel bad now because it affects you negatively. I am sorry, but your actions have consequences, Hunter.”

He had been robbed of all words and was too stunned to speak. It didn't quite feel real. The walk to his locker to retrieve his bag seemed like a distant dream. Getting into the car happened without him even noticing, as if he was just a spectator in a video game.

A few minutes ago, he thought this would be the worst moment of it. But he had been quickly proven to be wrong.

The oldest brother turned on the engine and began to speak shortly after, “You know, if you were being bullied, you could have just told us. We would have taken care of it without you getting in trouble.”

Hunter got a feeling that he wouldn't like the truth. “It's not just me. It's not even primarily me. Most of the time, I am not even visible to them. They just took my bag, which annoyed me and then they insulted our family.”

“This again?!”, he sounded clearly upset. “I have to talk with the others about this.”

“You mean with the First Council?”, Hunter said apathetically while looking out of the window.

That seemed to bring the driver over the edge, “Hunter, quit joking, this is a serious matter!”

Hunter had known the lecture would come but the suddenness of it still was unexpected. At least Caleb had the manners to look apologetic. “I know you care about our family. I do too, that's why I am trying to keep it together but we all have to work together for that. Hey, Hunter. Look at me.”

His head shot up and he finally made eye contact through the rearview mirror for a few seconds. He had that stern gaze he used when he was going to say something important. “Uncle Philip tricked the new police officer already. That guy totally trusts him.”

How anyone could fall for that was beyond Hunter's understanding. But hey, maybe he only knows that it's all a facade because he had people telling him about it for as long as he could remember.

“You remember when your brothers acted out?” Hunter pretended to be brooding, “Which ones?”

Caleb didn't say anything but his head movement exposed his eye-rolling. “You know which ones. The ones who destroyed school property and some people complained and said we should have our custody removed because 'children can't raise children'.”

The air seemed to thicken. He was still rather young when that happened but he could still remember the hectic atmosphere and bustle that went around the house. Nobody told him what was going on at that time, of course, but it still had an impression on him.

“I assume that's a yes,” Caleb said. He continued, “He has a big advantage now. If he does it right and acts like he is a reliable adult who just wants the best for his 'poor nephew', he could actually have a chance this time.”

Something about that gave him chills. He never thought of this possibility because their uncle was universally shunned by the town as being kind of weird and creepy, but looking back on it, he did try his best to improve his image in the last few years. Sometimes he still thought it's Uncle Philip he saw in the bushes he passed. That man knew how to spike up paranoia and fear while also making his targets feel completely helpless.

None of them knew why he wanted custody of them. It's not like he ever cared about them in particular, he often avoided going to their house even before their parents' death.

It was bad to think about their death in the very vehicle they died in. Not the same, but still a car. But he had already started to think about them and Uncle and what did he do, he ruined everything, he is going to-

“Hunter? Hunter? We'll be home soon, okay? Should I pull over?” Caleb's voice said, the sternness all gone and replaced by gentleness.

Rapidly he shook his head. He knew how to calm himself down. They all did. Just take deep breaths, hold, exhale, repeat. Simple, really.

Not long after, Caleb emerged again, “I'm sorry. I didn't want to make you so worried. We will figure something out, okay?” The remorse was thick.

Evening set in and Caleb left Hunter alone for the rest of the day. But what was even more strange was that no one else had come to check on Hunter. The only thing unusual at dinner time was some glances that were exchanged between the brothers during dinner time, thinking they were stealthy.

When Hunter was finished, he tried to sneak back to their room. Emphasis on tried. He was stopped before he could even go through the doorway by Liam. The firefighter had his arms crossed and had a questioning look on his face. “Where do you think you’re going?”

He tried to squeeze past him, but of course, his scheme was hindered before he could have tried. “Ahem,” Caleb cleared his throat, “I think we need to talk.”

All eyes were on him. What would follow would come with mixed feelings, as some looked nervous, like Monty and Nathan. Others just looked defeated. The rest seemed totally self-assured.

He has never felt this exposed when surrounded by his brothers. To be frank, interrogations like these were uncommon, especially for Hunter. But it still was enough for his shoulders to tense.

“Hunter, take a seat. Don’t worry, we aren't angry at you” Caleb ordered. “Liam, no reason to play bouncer.”

Hyper-aware of every movement, Hunter made his way to the couch and sat down. Caleb took a few seconds to collect his thoughts, but Adam forestalled him, “First off, we want you to know that we love you, and we always will.”

These words weren’t encouraging. At all.

“Secondly, you probably won’t understand our actions or reasoning, but we have been thinking about it for some time and we will explain our side,” Adam continued.

A bad feeling overcame Hunter as he stared at the floor, taking a deep breath. They all seemed to have something planned out and he didn't like that.

“What is it, then?” He blurted out.

Instead of responding, the oldest set, or the First Council as they like to call them, looked at each other, before Caleb finally pulled out what looked like a pamphlet and gave it to Hunter.

Cautiously, he eyed it, as if just the bare touch could hurt him. Upon taking it, he noticed the smiling children, assumingly having fun, on the cover, the headline being “The Great Gatherer Summer Camp”.

“What…What’s this?” he asked full of confusion, despite the title being pretty obvious. The looks on the siblings' faces showed visible uncomfortableness, but they were still determined to continue. “A Summer Camp. To which you will go to.”

It hit differently when spoken aloud. He still didn't understand why they would do this. “But… summer is one of the only times we are all together.”

“And you can make up all that time during Fall and Winter Break,” Caleb said with little emotion.

Thoughts were rushing through his head but no correct sentence could be formed. He wanted to say 'Why don't you understand that it's not the same', wanted to say 'Why are you doing this to me', wanted to say 'Why are you hurting me this way'. He wanted to say so many things. But he said nothing.

Instead, he jumped up and ran to his - their room, with Liam now out of the way and nobody expecting his sudden reaction. They would be even more mad now probably, as their calls and footsteps were already shaking the house. But surely he could not sink deeper than this.

Hunter moped to his bed and embraced the cushion that he fell onto. Oh, what he would give so that he could rot here for all eternity.

The noises outside the door became louder but Hunter had no intent to open it. Their fault if they want to send him away.

However, it did move his focus toward his school bag, which gave him the motivation to get up after all. When he unzipped it, the item already greeted him with its sight. Carefully he held it in his hands to sit on his bed again.

It was a wooden carving of a cardinal with a scar across its left eye, beautifully painted and still shining bright after decades of being in family possession. He couldn't look long at it before he became nostalgic but in a good and familiar way.

Instinctively, he opened the drawer of his nightstand to pull out a drawing of said cardinal. Next to it was written “From Dad + Mom, For Hunter”, all of it in pencil, except the '+ Mom', which was written in red.

The memory of the making of this picture has gone blurry over the years, but he could still remember their smiles as Dad drew the sketch and Mom colored it. And the birds were chirping. They loved birds. They loved birds so much, so much that a lot of decoration in their house is bird themed and they have like five different bird houses.

His hands were shaking as he finally turned the picture around to read the words “Love you, Little Prince”.

When he first read this after it happened, he was sobbing on the floor for the rest of the day, mourning to be hugged one last time. Now it's like balm for the soul. The wish to be held by them remained.

The end of the school year and with it the start of summer break came. This year, however, he wasn't excited about it. Because instead of goofing around with his siblings, he was supposed to go kayaking and group hiking with people he didn't know. Why couldn't he have done this with his family?

The days leading up to it were filled with encouragement and promises that felt shallow. Nobody seemed to listen to him and his complaints of not wanting to go were ignored or downplayed. What's worse, Hunter was sure that they think what they are doing is the right thing. They did a good job raising him until now, why did they suddenly change their stance?

“You know that we love you?” Jasper asked, who stepped into his room and sat down next to Hunter on his bed.

Hunter stared at his shoes as he grumbled, “Doesn't feel like it.”

The silence between them stretched on until Jasper laid an arm around his shoulder. “We do. You might not understand it, but we are just looking out for you.”

“Then why are you pushing me away?!” Hunter shot back, now looking directly at the older brother, who had the means of looking sympathetic.

“It's not our intention, it's just a result to keep you close to us, okay? This is not your fault, it's ours. We did what we could do with our parenting skills but now we need a little extra help and there is nothing wrong with it," he said.

Hot, bubbling rage filled up inside Hunter's very being as he lashed out. “Do you know what you sound like?! It sounds like-”

'I am a burden on you which you now shove to someone else', he wanted to say. But he chose not to and instead stormed out of his room with his backpack.

Outside, his suitcase was already waiting, with Adam and William standing next to it. The two of them were engaging in conversation. Upon joining them, they stopped and resorted to smiling at him, as that would make this situation any better.

They didn't even stay and instead excused themselves by saying that they had to have a word with Caleb.

So here he was, waiting for the bus that will take him to the worst three months in quite some time, completely alone. If not for the feeling of being watched, despite the streets being completely empty. Hunter looked back at the house and nope - nobody was standing at the window. He looked to his left, then his right, until his eyes caught something. He has to blink multiple times to make sure it was truly the person he believed it to be. But there he was.

Philip Wittebane aka. his uncle. Not 20 feet away from him, standing next to a street pole. The man smiled, but the kindness did not reflect in his eyes, nor did the small wave. A shiver ran down his spine and without thinking twice, he dashed inside to find someone.

The oldest set was standing right in the kitchen. “Guys, guys, you must look! There's Uncle Philip outside!” Hunter said as he tried to catch his breath. His brothers looked at each other with puzzling looks, both eyebrows raised. Hesitantly William stepped forward and placed a hand on Hunter's shoulder to guide him outside.

William stretched his neck to search the area. “Hunter, I don't want to be mean but there is no one.”

He was right because the street pole was just as lonely as the rest of the neighborhood. “But-But he was right there! He must still be around!”

William's right corner of his mouth dropped. “Look, I know summer camp is against your plans but you don't have to lie to us.”

Hunter froze.

“Besides, Uncle hasn't shown up in months, why would he come back now? He doesn't know about the summer camp.”

Hunter stayed silent and hoped his brother would pick up on his wide-opened eyes and struggle to say anything.

But he continued, “It's scary, but you'll have fun, just you see. You're so smart and intuitive. Wait here.”

Hunter watched as William walked back to the house, baffled by the course of their conversation that just took place.

“Hello, Hunter,” a voice behind him said, causing Hunter to turn around and jump back.

“Haha, you don't have to be afraid of me. I'm your uncle,” Philip said with a smirk, standing ominously just a few inches afar.

Hunter clenched his jaw. “There is nothing to discuss.”

“Oh, but there is,” his uncle continued, “you seem troubled. But who wouldn't be upset in your position? They don't understand you and don't know what to do. And their best solution is sending you away.”

The boy's brows furrowed further. “You don't know what you're talking about.”

The smile didn't vanish, but his stare switched from Hunter to the other side of the street. “It's such a shame that your dad isn't here. He was a truly kind and gentle man. I bet he wouldn't approve of this.”

Hunter took a step back, which the adult ignored and continued on. “You look so much like him. Every time I look at you, all these memories about your father come back.”

Another step back. He looked back at Hunter with his grin growing larger. “I'll make you an offer. You stay with me for the summer and I'll tell you everything I know about him. Of course, you can return whenever you want and I'll take full responsibility. But something tells me that you'll see how great you would have it if you lived with me instead of your brothers.”

The man's arm rose, aiming to land on his nephew's shoulder.

Hunter bolted straight into the forest. The trees rushed by at light speed but he knew he was not fast enough, he had to run faster and faster if he wanted to get away. He finally dared to open his eyes again when he heard a breaking twig and knew he had to hide.

The trees were pretty thick in this part, so it wasn't a hard decision to make. He tried to control his breathing so that his panting wouldn't rat him out. But panic shot up when he realized that his bag felt much lighter. He hoped that it wasn't the thing he thinks it was that he lost. However, as he looked inside, his wooden cardinal was nowhere to find.

“There you are.”

This must be a nightmare.

Uncle Philip sneaked around the tree into Hunter's field of view. “Stop following me!” Hunter screamed, feeling unwell at how close the man had gotten.

“Oh, but I am only looking out for you. Who knows what you could have gotten yourself into? You could have tripped and broken a leg without anyone noticing,” the relative responded with the same smirk.

Hunter closed his eyes. “Stop lying to me! I don't want to see you!”

“I am just worried about my poor nephew,” he said, voice coming closer and closer, “I wouldn't send you away.”

He could feel the man's breath near his ear, which caused him to open his eyes again. And he was staring directly at the man's face.

“They are getting rid of you.”

His heart skipped a beat. He tried to look anywhere but at his uncle. That's when he noticed a white bird hopping on the ground with a bag in its beak. And he could have sworn that a carved object was sticking out.

He pushed his uncle aside, ran off, and screamed over his shoulder, “No, they aren't!” while following the strange raven into the deserted house it was headed to.

#toh #the owl house #toh fanfiction #the owl house fanfic #the owl house fanfiction #toh fanfic #toh au #toh hunter #hunter toh #hunter wittebane #previous golden guards #toh belos #guardian family au #toh swap au

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The matchmaking cat pleeeeease 🤲🏽

Yay, thank you! 😸

So, this is a canon divergent future fic where Steve and Eddie have lost touch the way friends sometimes do. Steve has just moved into a new apartment and this darn cat keeps getting in! It’s obviously someone’s pet because it’s well cared for and has a collar but there’s no tag. Anyway, unbeknownst to him, Eddie lives in the same building and has a new cat, which keeps disappearing on him. One night, Eddie’s trying to find the damn thing when he sees some dude holding his cat and he’s about to either chew him out or thank him when he sees that it’s Steve. So, basically, it’s a meet(again) cute with the ol’ your cat keeps getting into my apartment trope 😸

Here’s a snippet from the beginning:

“Oh my god, when did you get a cat?” Steve turns to see Robin crouching, cradling a small black cat to her chest. “I thought you hated cats.”

“I don’t hate cats,” Steve says. “But I didn’t get a cat.”

Robin’s brow furrows and she looks up. “What do you mean, you didn’t get a cat?”

Steve leans back against the kitchen counter. “That’s not my cat.”

“It’s not—” Robin’s eyes widen and she opens her arms, the cat leaping to the floor and skittering away, hiding under the sideboard.

“Hey! Don’t throw the cat.” Steve pushes away from the counter, throwing Robin a disbelieving look, and getting on his knees.

“I didn’t throw it.” Robin stands, brushing her arms down. “Did it look strange to you?”

“Strange how?” Steve asks, trying to coax the cat out from its hiding place.

“Strange like…rabid.” Robin practically whispers the last word, a shudder in her voice.

Steve huffs and rolls his eyes. “It doesn’t have rabies.”

“How would you know?”

“Because—” Steve reaches out, not sure how to make himself look unthreatening to a cat, but it finally pokes its head out, sniffing at Steve’s hand. That’s a start. “Here, kitty,” he says.

It’s a few more moments before it lets Steve pick it up, but it seems calm now, even purring as Steve strokes its head. “It’s obviously someone’s pet,” Steve says, showing Robin the collar around the cat’s neck.

Robin takes a step back, eyeing the cat warily. “If it’s not your cat, whose is it?”

“Don’t know,” Steve says. “No tag.” He shrugs and adds, “It just keeps getting in,” smiling when the cat’s purr deepens.

#steddie #platonic stobin #pizzaqueenwrites #pizzaqueenanswers

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Faith

The fabric of her jeans was beginning to feel uncomfortable on Isabelle’s skin, the blood soaked material clinging to her legs everytime she moved. Maggie had given her a wet cloth for her neck and face, but Isabelle still felt dirty. She was starting to think that the feeling wasn’t going to go away even after she showered.

Her eyes fell on the three latest members of the newfound group, Carl’s baby sister Judith, a big man named Tyreese and the woman from Terminus.

Her name was Carol, Merle told her as they watched her dad run towards her, hugging her really tight. Rick made her go away from where they were before because she did something that seemed bad then, but that now was normal.

Her uncle refused to tell her what the woman did. He also didn’t want to tell her where he was during that time. He didn’t want to tell her a lot of things.

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzz her head ringed. Isabelle closed her eyes. The buzzing stopped. He must have really changed, Isabelle thought, because before he would tell everything that was in his mind, even if it was very rude. He seemed a lot more calm then before too, which surprised the girl.

Her uncle was bad, she knew it, but she loved him anyway. Because he was family, and family loves each other even if they are bad, and dirty, and rude, and probably had rabies in Merle’s case.

That was why she loved her dad, even if he was bad. He was a different bad than Merle, because Merle was bad to everyone but her, while her dad was bad to her and her only, at least now.

He probably had another family now, so he forgot about his old, bad and dirty one. Maybe he had already found a place in his heart to replace his old, bad and dirty daughter too. Maybe that was why he was holding that little baby in his arms instead of her.

But Isabelle thought that it would be selfish of her to be jealous, because little babies needed to be held in someone’s arms, and she wasn’t a little girl anymore. And little Judith was probably happier to be in Daryl’s arms than Isabelle would be. She probably felt safe too, which was good. Her daddy’s arms used to make her feel safe too, a long time ago.

Isabelle’s thoughts went back to the woman, Carol. She had recognized her for the second time, the first being while they were both at Terminus, when she was still talking to Rick and Daryl, Isabelle could see it in her eyes as they wandered on her as she was still clinging to her uncle’s side. But she didn’t say anything, and for that the girl was grateful.

She knew that she would get in trouble with her dad if he found out that she was putting herself in danger like that. He probably already knew, but still she was glad that the topic was being avoided.

Her dad wasn’t used to being a dad even before it all came down, Isabelle could only imagine how the end of the world would affect his parenting skills. He also looked like he changed, but Isabelle couldn’t really place it. He just seemed different, nothing like the man who left her standing in the trailer park years ago.

“Hey.” Carl said as he walked next to her, a smile plastered on his face. He was always smiling. Isabelle wondered why, because he couldn’t be much happier than her, considering the current situation they were both stuck in. She didn’t really understand him.

“Hi.” She murmured, occasionally glancing at him with the corner of her eyes. Sometimes when she looked over at him she noticed that he was already looking at her, but he quickly looked away so she wasn’t really sure.

Isabelle usually didn’t look away, which used to get her in a lot of trouble, especially with the grownups. They always thought that it was to challenge them, but Isabelle always said that if they felt challenged by a kid looking at them maybe they were the problem, not her. That also got her in trouble. And trouble only meant one thing.

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“How are you keeping up?” The sheriff boy asked. Isabelle looked at his hat. He still looked silly with it on his head, like a kid who missed the memo that halloween had been canceled a long time ago. But the hat itself wasn’t silly. It was just Carl.

“I don’ know.” The girl shrugged, “My head hurts a bit.” She said, “But you can’t tell anyone.” “Why?” Carl asked in confusion.

“I don’t want to get in trouble.” She explained, her gaze returning to her shoes.

“You get in trouble because you are hurt?” He asked like it was the silliest thing he ever heard. He was used to walking around with a big sheriff hat on his head, a baby strapped to his chest and a gun in his belt but he found that hard to believe. He was really silly.

“You don’t?” She was also confused.

Carl shook his head, “Maybe Maggie knows what to do, her dad was a doctor.” “Really?” Isabelle asked. She also wanted to ask where he was now, but she had already figured the answer. He was probably with Naomi and Carl’s mom in Heaven.

“Well technically a veterinarian.” He explained, “But he healed me when I had been shot.”

Isabelle fully turned to look at him, her eyes wide in surprise, “You got shot?!” Carl shrugged like he was talking about the weather, “It was a really long time ago, before Judith was even born.” He explained.

Isabelle wanted desperately to ask him a question that kept ringing in her head since they reunited with the group, but decided otherwise. Instead they spent the rest of the walk talking about their previous injuries, and the girl almost forgot that she was covered in blood and that the dead were walking on the Earth.

Carl made everything feel like how it was before.

“You want to talk about it?” Carol asked Daryl as they walked behind everyone else, her hands carrying the two bottles she had previously filled up with Tyreese, their conversation flashing back on her mind.

I just need to forget about it.

Carol was glad that at least her demons showed up just in her sleep and not in the middle of the woods like Daryl’s did. Of course she knew who that little girl was, she had already thought that it was her when she saw her at Terminus, Daryl only confirmed it.

Daryl had told her about her right after they had found Sophia in the barn, when he was still just a redneck and she was just a scared housewife. He got really angry at her, for losing Sophia, for not attending her funeral. For not being able to protect her. And Carol knew that it was because he saw someone in Sophia, someone that was long gone just like her daughter. So seeing her alive and well was quite a shock. She didn’t really look like the picture Daryl carried in his vest’s pocket. She was older, rougher and her eyes were chopped shorter. But Carol knew it was her. And she could only imagine what it meant to Daryl, to see the girl he had to mourn without even a body to bury.

“Nah.” The man grunted, shaking his head. There was nothing really to talk about. His daughter was alive. And Daryl still didn’t have the guts to talk to her. The sky sent him a fucking miracle, it resurrected his daughter from the dead and brought her back to him but he still couldn’t bear to look at her without guilt washing over him.

She was alive, but she was hurt. She was alive, but she was hungry. She was alive, but she hated him. It haunted Daryl, how he inevitably became what he swore he would never be like.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me about it, but you should really talk to her.” The short haired woman insisted, “The universe is giving you a second chance. Don’t ruin it.”

Daryl wanted to tell her to mind her own business, but he knew that she was right. He had to swallow his pride and cat like a man. Otherwise he would lose her forever.

But what if she didn’t want him to reach for her? What if she didn’t want him to be her dad anymore?

There was fear in Daryl’s eyes as they watched his daughter walk in front of him. Fear of rejection, fear of what he has been doing, or mostly what he hasn’t been doing, has caused a permanent stain on their relationship.

“I don’t think she wants me to talk to her, y’know?” He finally admitted, his head low. He didn’t have to glace up to feel Carol’s sympathetic eyes, “I’m not made for this shi’, don’t know how to be a father.”

“You can’t hide from your own daughter. She doesn’t feel loved by you, but I know that she’s wrong. Just show her that.” The woman said, “Now. Before shit hits the fan again. Before you risk losing her again.”

Daryl’s eyes went up again, his gaze again on the girl. She moved her head to look at Carl, and for a second Daryl was afraid that she was going to turn around and catch him. But she didn’t and Daryl felt stupid.

His daughter had for a long time been his greatest strength. She was the only reason he kept going all this time, the only reason he was still fighting. If it wasn’t for her he would probably have been dead a long time ago. But Daryl recognized that she was also his worst weakness. He was weak if he was with her, because he would sacrifice everything just to not have to look at her teary eyes. And the fact that he was the reason why she cried was driving him insane.

The anguish he felt when he thought about her being hurt welled up in his chest, risking to explode any second. And he could only imagine what he might do if she really did end up hurt.

He had already noticed the way she dragged her limp arm, he wanted to ask her about it, but she would probably shoo him away like the rabid dog he was. He wanted to ask her about a lot of things, but he didn’t know how to.

Daryl wondered if what Carol said was true. Did she really think that he didn’t love her? He was never good with words, he believes that never in his life he had ever said I love you to someone, but now that he was beginning to think about it, his actions didn’t really reflect much love either, at least not when it came down to her. At least not the ones she knew about.

He knew he was a shitty father, but he didn’t know how to fix it. He never saw what it meant to be a father, he never knew what it meant to be loved by a father. And he sure as hell couldn’t improvise after years of neglecting his child.

Oh god he neglected her.

He neglected his child, his baby. He became everything he hated about his father. He had yelled at her, he had left her for days. He hadn’t provided for her, he hadn’t done anything to protect her until it was too late. He even hit her at times.

“I don’t deserve ‘er, y’know.” Daryl said, snapping Carol out of her own trance. He wondered what she was thinking about. It was either Sophia or whatever happened while she wasn’t at the prison, he thought.

Carol shot him a questioning glance, which made him awkwardly clear his throat. He needed to let it out to someone, and Rick already had too much on his mind. There was his other brother, but somehow Merle was getting along with Isabelle better than he was, which concerned him. Was he really this shitty?

So he had to suppress the urge to say whatever and go back to his business and instead started talking again, “I never deserted ‘er. She’s kind, and I don’ know where it comes from. Surely not from me.” He lets out an empty chuckle, “She had always been too good, never knew why. And it scares me.” He admitted, “Because good people don’ get far, y’know? Good people sacrifice themself, and I don’ wanna see ‘er hurtin’ no more.”

Carol nodded, “That’s why you are here Daryl. So you can protect her. So she can keep being good.” That was why he was here.

A scream echoed through the forest, making Isabelle’s blood run cold. She turned around to look at her dad, but he was already looking at her, his face all serious. Did he figure out that she was hurt? Was she in trouble? Their eyes met, and Isabelle wondered if he wanted to tell her something. But she doubted it. He was probably just mad. At what she didn’t know. She didn’t understand eye-language, she barely understood when people spoke with their mouths, understanding the eyes seemed impossible.

But grown ups spoke with their eyes more than they did with their mouths, Isabelle knew that. It was just another reason she didn’t want to grow old. She didn’t want to worry about saying something she didn’t mean to with her eyes. She already did when she spoke with her mouth.

Sometimes really mean things exited that mouth, and her mama always said that she would have to wash it with soap, which sounded awful to Isabelle, because she had eaten soap before and it tasted disgusting.

She didn’t know why she said bad things, maybe it was just in her genes to be bad. She hoped it wasn’t true, because she really tried to be good.

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A hand grabbed her bad arm and she let out a yelp. She only then noticed that Carl wasn’t there, and she thought that he probably ran towards the noise with his dad. Still she was beyond surprised to look up and see her dad holding her arm as they ventured inside the woods. His grip loosened but Isabelle tensed up.

She would be lying if she said that she didn’t want him there, but at the same time she didn’t want to talk to him. Isabelle just wished that her dad was good like she always thought him to be.

She would like to think that if he said sorry to her right now she would yell at him, but in reality she would probably run to him and hug him really hard, like she did when he first saw him again.

Nothing would ever be the same again. Even if the goofy man that was with Abraham really had a cure, nothing would ever be the same again. Even if her dad said sorry a thousand times nothing would ever be the same again.

But for Isabelle a single sorry would be enough. She just needed to know if he still cared. If she was still his little girl, even if she wasn’t little anymore and even if she had killed a man. She wanted to be his little girl. She wanted to be her mom’s little girl. She wanted a lot of things. That must have made her very selfish, because she wished for too much.

She should just appreciate the fact that her dad was holding her, even if it was just because he had to drag her across the woods. She should just appreciate the fact that her mom loved her, even if she was far away and probably dead.

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz It was getting louder.

“Com on, come on!” Carl yelled from the front of the line, followed by his dad and other people as they all looked at the walkers surrounding a high rock, a man on it, screaming. Carl didn’t hesitate to put out the first walker, shooting it dead in the head. Isabelle admired him, not even she had that much of a good hearth. But Carl did like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Michonne’s gun smashed another dead’s skull and as Isabelle watched Rick kill another she understood that it would be over soon. So she looked up at the man. He was wearing all black clothes, with a white collar.

Was he a priest? Isabelle hadn’t seen one in a long time. She used to go to church, even if her dad thought it was stupid. But she still wanted to.

She didn’t know if she believed in God anymore, but she knew that she liked listening to the stories her priest used to tell everyone every Sunday. She only liked the ones with a good ending and where people were good though, the ones where there were bad men scared her. She still had nightmares about the story about that man that almost sacrificed his son for God. His name was Canine or something like that.

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“Isabelle, are ya okay?” Her dad asked, concern spreading across his features as he held her arm really tight. She needed to throw up, she realized.

Isabelle shrugged his hand off her, and she could see a flash of hurt in his eyes. Good, she thought, that’s how I’ve been feeling for the last thirteen years.

God she was really awful. “Just forget it.” She murmured as she went to Carl.

“We’re clear, keep watch.” Rick said as he turned his full attention to the priest, just like Isabelle did before. He didn’t look like someone who survived that apocalypse at all, more like someone who was having a really bad nightmare. The girl wondered if it was all an act, if he was pretending to be weak just to come down and kill them all. Terminus had left an unfading scar on her trust.

“Come on down.” Rick spoke again, this time to the trembling man, who hesitantly came down his rock.

“You okay?” He then asked the priest, who had this unreadable expression. The man stood still for a few seconds before bend down and began puking. Isabelle scrunched her nose in disgust as she looked away, the rancid smell of the vomit making her sick.

But she understood him, because she also puked when she was nervous. Such a waste of good food, her mom used to say. Isabelle missed her.

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“Isabelle.” Carl lightly shook her shoulder, snapping her out of her confused state. The girl hummed as she closed her eyes, trying to shake the current pressure on her head. She felt foggy, like everything around her was just a confused daze.

“Gabriel said he has a church, come on.” He said as he began walking after the group, who Isabelle noticed was following the priest, “Garbiel is the priest?” She asked in confusion. She didn’t hear him say that. Or that he had a church. Or anything at all. Carl shot her a look between worried and confused, “Yes.” He replied.

“Oh okay.” The girl murmured as they walked. Her eyes fell on the pool of vomit where the priest was standing until a few minutes before, and she felt sick again.

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

“Isabelle.” Carl called her again, making the girl turn her head to look at him, “Did you hear what I said?” Isabelle looked away embarrassed. She didn’t hear anything.

“That’s it. I’m telling my father that you are not well.” He announced.

“Don’t.” Isabelle pleaded, “It’s nothing, really.” “This could get you killed.” Carl urged, “We didn’t come this far just to see you die because of a headache.”

Isabelle fought the urge to roll her eyes because she knew that it would only worsen her pain, “Exactly Carl, it’s just a headache.” Carl eyes her suspiciously, “If you don’t get better in a day you have to tell my father, okay?” The girl nodded, “Yeah sure whatever.” She grumbled before speeding up.

#fanfic #twd x reader #twd fanfiction #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x oc #isabelle dixon #lost kids ff

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