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For the Last Time- Nerve Agents are NOT the Only Chemical Weapons: a “Golden Lancehead, Etc...” Science Review
So this one is probably going to be shorter than other ones I’ve done for this show, but having conveniently just refreshed my hospital decon team certification, taken a cumulative exam in EHS, and watched this episode (I’m a tad behind), I needed to do some talking on it.
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To recap, after Oversight’s death from cancer (season 5 has an absolutely wild timeline so far), Mac seeks out the help of former classmate Frankie to help him develop a new treatment modality based on the venom of a very rare, critically endangered lancehead viper. The venom is extremely dangerous, and can also, it turns out, be chemically altered to become a very potent nerve agent. Frankie unknowingly provides the information to create the nerve agent to the episode’s bad guy, and the race is on to stop the agent from being released into an airport and poisoning a bunch of people.
Intro to the Golden Lancehead
Since the episode centers around the Golden Lancehead Viper, we should probably start by talking about what they are:
Bozer described the Golden Lancehead as “One of the rarest and deadliest snakes in the world. Found only on one island off the coast of Sao Paulo, the Brazilian Government has made it illegal to transport or own.” Then, quoting a nature documentary: “The golden lancehead’s venom targets the nervous system of it’s prey with pinpoint accuracy- causing blood blisters, intestinal bleeding, tissue necrosis, hemmorrhage...”
Golden Lanceheads are a real type of snake that really do only live on a tiny island off the coast of Sao Paulo, Brazil. They are 28-inch-long, cream and yellow snakes with a lance-shaped head and a diamond-like pattern of scales.
The island, called Queimada Grande, is uninhabited and travel there is forbidden, an order enforced by the Brazilian Navy. This is both to protect the viper, which is listed as critically endangered, and to protect the humans- given the remoteness of the island and the danger posed by the wildlife, it would be very dangerous for rescuers to come find you if you became injured or were bitten by any of the multiple venomous creatures that live there.
In the episode, Mac and Frankie travel to a pet shop in Sao Paulo to collect a sample of the venom from an illegally acquired snake. In real life, there is a lucrative black market for the species, which can fetch up to $30,000 per snake, meaning Mac paying $20,000 for a sample of venom would not have been necessarily unheard-of.
The pet shop owner tells them that the person who ventured to the island died from a bite, describing it as (paraphrased) “his face swelled, blood poured from everywhere, and even though they cut off his arm to try to save him at the hospital, he died anyway.”
Due in all likelihood to the fact that the island is uninhabited and forbidden, there has never actually been an official documented bite in a human from this species (though unofficial reports suggest it can indeed be deadly). Chemical analysis of the venom indicates it is likely the most potent and fastest-acting venom of it’s genus, though it is likely a lot more effective at killing birds and large insects than mammals given its primary choice of prey.
Bites from other vipers in its genus run a mortality rate of between 3% (with medical care) and 7% (without medical care). Most of their venoms are made of many different sugar-like molecules called glycans which disrupt proteins in animal cells, often killing the cells. Lancehead venom is similarly cytotoxic, causing the death of cells in tissue and blood and disruption of normal blood clotting, causing severe bleeding. Symptoms include pain and extreme swelling of the area around the bite, followed by tissue death and symptoms of nausea, dizziness, headache, and sweating. Shortly after that, there is a disruption in blood clotting, causing severe bleeding throughout the body. This severe bleeding, along with kidney failure and bleeding into the brain, is typically what causes death in those 3-7% of cases. Occasionally amputation is attempted as part of treatment, but it is usually due to the extreme amount of tissue death that occurs surrounding the bite, not necessarily to stop the spread of the venom as alleged in the episode.
So basically, Bozer and his nature documentary are largely correct in where the Golden Lancehead lives, its legal restrictions, and the symptoms resulting from envenomation by lancehead vipers. The only thing that is not accurate is the neurotoxicity part- lancehead venom is hemotoxic (blood toxic) and cytotoxic (toxic to cells and tissues), but there is no indication that it causes any kind of neurotoxicity (brain toxic).
Cancer Treatment from Snake Venoms
In the episode, Mac describes the research he and Frankie are undertaking as “The therapy uses toxins extracted from snake venom, which billions of years of evolution have taught it to attack the weakest cells in a creature’s body to target cancerous tumors.”
One of the great things about snake venoms (and honestly animal venoms) is that they are not single toxins. A single snake’s venom has nearly a hundred different bioactive proteins, enzymes, glycans, and other chemicals. One of the great things is because so many of these toxins are bioactive in some way, venoms give pharmacologists a pallette of various bioactive substances already in existence that they can test and use to create drugs.
Several chemicals we use as drugs were originally discovered in snake venom. For example, enalapril (a blood pressure lowering medicine), eptifibatide (a blood thinner), hemocoagulase (a clotting agent), and ximelagatran (a blood thinner), were all discovered originally as components in snake venom. Some studies into king cobra and saw scaled viper venom has shown possible anti-cancer properties (in the form of drugs that prevent tumors from growing, prevent blood vessels from growing in cancer cells, and prevent cancer cells from spreading throughout the body), though none of these have been developed into therapeutic drugs.
Since there are literally hundreds of bioactive chemicals, enzymes, and proteins in snake venom, it’s definitely not impossible that someone could choose to do this research, and definitely not impossible that someone would be able to find something useful in treating cancer or any other disease. In fact, since the venom is so cytotoxic, there is a possibility that there is a compound in it that has a preference for certain cancer cells. The problems with what Mac says are mainly:
1. that as far as we know, nothing in venom would selectively choose cancer cells based on their “weakness”- generally drugs that do target cancer cells target the fact that they have mutated in a certain way that lets certain chemicals find them or that they are fast-dividing cells (similar to hair or skin cells) and fast-disrupted cells get killed first if a chemical disrupts cell division.
2. Snakes have only been around for 143million years, and venomous creatures have only been around for 170million years. Even one billion years is a LOT longer than that. Mac could have said hundreds of millions and it would still have been technically correct at least grammatically.
Chemical Weapons from Snake Venom:
So what about chemical weapons?
I mean, sure, if you consider that there are hundreds of chemicals in any snake venom, at least one of them is probably going to meet at least some of the criteria for a good chemical weapon. Whether or not that chemical weapon would count as a “Nerve Agent” is kind of up to the substance itself.
Chemical weapons are weapons that fall into one of the following categories:
Nerve Agents- these are things like VX, Sarin, Tabun, and other agents that attack the system that breaks down the neurotransmitter acetylcholine. Without that system, too much acetylcholine builds up, causing constricted pupils, twitching, excessive saliva and mucous, eye pain, diarrhea, difficulty breathing, seizures, and death if not treated promptly.
Blood Agents- these are things like phosgene, arsine, and cyanide that disrupt the blood’s ability to transport oxygen through the body. These cause symptoms like difficulty breathing, dizziness, headache, increased heart rate and respiratory rate, nausea and vomiting, and eventually seizures and death.
Blister Agents- These are things like lewisite and mustard gas that cause severe irritation to skin, eyes, mucous membranes, and lungs. These cause symptoms of pain, redness and large blisters on skin, difficulty breathing and swelling/blisters in the lungs and airway, loss of vision, fever, and nausea/vomiting. Death either occurs due to swelling and blisters in the airway or infection.
Choking Agents- These are things like phosgene and chlorine that irritate eyes and airways. They cause symptoms of watering eyes, coughing, chest tightness, and nausea/vomiting. They eventually cause severe pulmonary edema which can cause death.
Incapacitating Agents- These are agents like LSD, BZ, and fentanyl which are not necessarily designed to kill their targets, but leave them unable to respond to an attack either by making them less conscious (BZ, fentanyl) or by causing severe hallucinations and delusions that prevent them from being able to carry out their normal duties (BZ, LSD).
While there are many neurotoxic snake venoms that are known to have chemicals that interact with acetylcholine (causing paralysis, respiratory failure, and seizures), as far as I was able to find, the lancehead viper genus is not one of them. In fact, despite what Bozer said, there’s not a lot of neurotoxicity at all in the Golden Lancehead Viper’s venom- it’s primarily hemotoxic and cytotoxic.
So, basically, while it might be possible to make a nerve agent out of certain types of venom (though why would you, exactly? We’ve got tons of nerve agents, we know a lot about them, and they’re not exactly hard to create in a lab.) it would be more likely that you’d be in the market to find a new blood agent, blister agent, or even a choking or incapacitating agent if you were using Golden Lancehead Viper venom to discover it.
Just seems like a lot of work when you could get potentially a lot more useful venom legally and less dangerously.
But the more I think about it, I think the writers chose the snake due to it’s difficulty to acquire and it’s mystery, the chemical agent due to it’s well-known-ness, and fudged things so they worked together in the story.
But Now, the Real Question:
Could snake venoms eat through metal using acid, and would ionizing radiation change that?
“Here’s another fun fact- when a Golden Lancehead attacks, it’s venom reacts with the iron in the red blood cells of it’s prey, creating an acidic byproduct strong enough to eat flesh and corrode metal.” -Mac
Certain snake venoms actually do become more acidic or more alkaline in their victim’s bodies, and in the presence of certain metal ions. However, as far as I was able to tell, the most acidic a venom would normally become was about a pH of 4 (somewhere between soda and coffee) and the most alkaline was about 9 (somewhere around baking soda). So not really capable of “eating flesh” (though enzymatic activity could digest proteins in the victims’ tissues) and it would take a lot longer than the episode showed to cause the corrosion necessary to dissolve a lock.
That’s not to say that a specially designed and purified chemical weapon created from a compound in snake venom would be different than the og snake venom, but the likelihood that ionizing radiation would change it so drastically would be a real bummer for a terrorist, since uncontrolled releases of your weapons are definitely not ideal.
Conclusion:
Overall, there was definitely some real passable science in here, but some of the dialogue choices were so poor that it made it difficult to respect. But generally decent science, even if the “cooler” stuff wouldn’t necessarily have worked.
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Ocean Eyes - Part 10
A/N- Another update??? What is going on??! hope you all enjoy this part 💕 Please like/share/reblog.
Within days of being back home from our weekend at Chris's the lockdown was announced and I spent a day packing up some of mine and Masons belongings that we might need while staying with Chris. While i was feeling very nervous about having to spend this time with Chris, Mason was over the moon! He was so excited that we had to go stay with Chris and Dodger.
Chris arrived early with Scott and they loaded our things into Chris's car.
"This is gonna be so much fun!" Scott said happily.
"Are you staying at Chris's too?"
"I am!"
"Oh god that means you're gonna be trying to get me drunk!"
"Well duh!" He laughed shrugging like it should have been a given.
"God help me you two are gonna be trouble" Chris said shaking his head as he helped Mason into his carseat.
"You knew what you were getting yourself into".
While Chris and Scott started bickering i turned and saw Brian coming out of his house, he stood and watched us and then started to walk towards us.
"Oh shit.... quick lets go, Brians coming over!"
"This guy!" Chris said through gritted teeth shaking his head and looking a little pissed off.
"Morning neighbour!" Brian called out, i turned and gave a quick wave.
"You and Mason leaving?"
"Yep, we're gonna ride this out with family" i nodded and felt Chris wrap his arm around my waist and pull me closer to him.
"Come on sweetheart we should go"
"Yeah sure, take care Brian"
"Wait, you look so familiar...." Brian suddenly said looking more closely at Chris "where have i seen you before?"
"I just have one of those faces, i get that a lot" Chris shrugged casually opening my door for me.
"Yeah maybe..... hey Y/N, i was thinking after this lockdown is over maybe you and i can get dinner...."
Was he serious right now??
"Dude really??!....." Chris snapped looking at Brian shaking his head.
"What?"
Chris closed my door and stood towering over Brian as they exchanged words i could no longer hear. Chris was soon strutting round to the driver side of the car while Brian stood there looking pissed. I turned to look at Chris as he got into the car, he was fuming. He started the car and pulled away onto the road, his grip on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles went white.
"Hey, you okay?" I asked him quietly.
"I will be knowing you and Mason are away from that creep"
"What did you say to him?"
"We'll talk about it later, i don't want Mace to hear"
"Okay, but can you please try and calm down....."
"Im Fine"
"Tell your face that, plus you're kinda white knuckling the steering wheel there....."
"Sorry.... sorry. Im fine really...." he loosened his grip and gave me a tight lipped smile.
"Always so protective" Scott chuckled from the back seat earning him a glare in the rear view mirror.
"Scott i swear to god...."
"Come on boys behave, this lockdown hasn't even started yet and you're bickering"
"You sure you don't wanna go stay with Ma....." Chris muttered at Scott making us all laugh.
The first week of lockdown quickly passed, there was no news on when the lockdown would let up so we were all just enjoying our time together.....It was just like old times. I called my mom and Hannah everyday just to check in and have some female conversation but other than that it was just me and the Evan's boys in our little quarantine bubble.
I was in the kitchen making breakfast when Chris walked in sporting a new haircut..... the buzzcut was back!
"Wow...... you've shaved your hair...."
"Yeah" he run his hand over his head blushing a little "fancied a change, its been a long time since i can just cut my hair when i want"
"Right, Marvel owned it before"
"No...."
"You know i'm right" i shrugged "i always did like the buzzcut look though"
"Yeah i remember....." he smirked.
"Morning family!" Scott said loudly walking into the kitchen "What happened to your hair??"
"Fancied a change, plus now i haven't gotta worry about my hair everyday"
"You know that actually sounds kinda smart..... have you seen my bed head??"
"Kinda hard to miss Scotty" i snickered behind my hand looking at his hair that was sticking up left, right and centre.
"Maybe i should do it too"
"And me!" Mason said smiling big at us "i want hair like dads too!"
"Oh my god Chris what have you started..."
"Sorry...."
"No its fine, its only hair. It'll grow back right.... i guess now is as good a time as any for a haircut".
After breakfast Chris took Mason for his hair cut while i showered and dressed for the day. The next time i saw them all three were sporting buzzcuts and i had to admit it was very cute!
"Let me get a photo of you three, this is just too cute to pass up" i smiled grabbing my phone. I snapped a few photo's and forwarded them to Chris and Scott before setting one as my lock screen and slipping my phone back into my pocket.
"Oh my god i love this.... i'm gonna get this blown up and framed on my wall" Chris smiled looking at the photo.
"Let me get one of you three" Scott jumped up and pulled me towards the sofa where Chris and Mason still sat.
"Oh.... we dont have to do that....."
"Come on, it'll be nice to have at least one photo of the three of us" Chris said looking up at me with those damn ocean eyes of his that always made me week.
"Okay, sure" i nodded taking the seat next to Mason.
"Move in a bit closer....." Scott said trying to get us all in frame, we both leaned in closer to Mason and smiled while Scott took the photo.
"Oh i'm good..... this is great you guys" Scott said before both our phones were receiving photo's from Scott. I couldn't help the smile on my face when i saw how lovely the photo had come out.
"Okay you did good, i love this"
"This ones going up too by the way" Chris looked at me with a huge smile.
"You don't have to do that...."
"You kidding me? I want to"
"Fair enough, its your house. I just don't think your girlfriend will appreciate it much".
"Okay..... who wants lunch??" Scott asked loudly interrupting, it had suddenly got a bit awkward at the mention of Lindsey so i just got up quickly and followed Scott into the kitchen.
Once Mason was in bed for the night the alcohol came out. We watched some old movie (that Chris found hilarious) played some card games which somehow led to childish drinking games and before we knew it we were all pretty wasted!
"Right you guys i'm going to bed, i physically can not drink anymore" Scott said getting to his feet and stumbling making Chris and I laugh.
"Dude you're such a lightweight" Chris rolled his eyes at his brother.
"Shut up. Goodnight.... love you both"
"Night Scotty, love you" i smiled up at him from where i was laying on sofa.
"Night bro, love ya".
Chris and I sat in silence for a few minutes, just the sounds on the TV playing in the background.
"You want another beer?" He asked getting up from the armchair he had been occupying all night.
"Sure, i'll have one more before bed".
While Chris went to grab the beers i sat and reached for my phone to make sure i hadn't missed any messages from my mom or Hannah. There was a photo from Hannah that made me laugh just as Chris walked back in with the beers.
"Hannah just sent me this photo..." i said to him turning my phone to show him a photo of Lucas who now had a buzzcut.
"Haha! Oh god i really started something didn't i?" He laughed looking a bit guilty.
"I sent her a photo of Mason's new haircut earlier, she said Lucas wouldn't shut up about wanting the same.... looks like he got his way"
"You gotta admit it looks cute though?"
"Yeah okay i'll give you that. Mason is like your little mini me, even more so than usual"
"He’s just missing the beard"
"I think we've still got some time until that happens" i laughed "you definitely have strong genes Evans.....that boy literally inherited none of my looks"
"No but he's got your attitude and sass"
"Hey!"
"Im kidding.... mostly"
"Ass" i muttered shaking my head at him before taking a mouthful of my beer.
"He might look like me but his personality is all you sweetheart... he's an amazing kid"
"Yeah he is, id be lost without him"
"I kinda love having you both here" Chris added avoiding eye contact with me.
"Its been nice, just remember its not permanent...."
"I know, i know" he nodded quickly "you know when i came in and saw you laughing at your phone, my first thought was that it might've been Derek.... i hate that guy and i don't even know him" he scoffed "how sad is that?"
"Chris....."
"I know, its none of my business who you date or whatever"
"You're right it is none of your business. But just for the record, there's nothing going on with Derek, we were gonna go for dinner before this lockdown stuff but i haven't spoken to him since"
"Oh...."
"Can i ask you something?" I turned to face him, he looked up and nodded finally looking at me.
"Why isn't Lindsey here?"
"What?...."
"Why isn't Lindsey staying with you? I mean you guys are obviously serious if you came looking for that divorce but she isn't here....."
Chris looked away again coughing to clear his throat.... was he nervous??
"Lindsey isn't here because i ended it"
"What?... when?"
"When i found out i had a son. When i saw you again and realised anything i thought i felt for her was a lie"
"Are you fucking with me right now?"
"No. Im just being honest. Y/N, i know i fucked up when i ended things with us.... it was the biggest mistake of my life and i regret it everyday.... but i never stopped loving you. Not for one god damn second...."
I suddenly felt very sober, my heart pounding in my chest.
“You’re just saying this because you’ve had too much to drink...” i muttered shaking my head.
“You’re probably right, doesn’t mean its not true. Ive just been keeping it to myself” Chris suddenly got up and came to sit next me taking hold of my hand “i know my timings sucks but i just needed you to know..... and i just need to know if there is any chance at all that you’d give me another chance.....”
“Chris i really don’t think now is a good time to talk about this.... we’ve both had too much to drink..... if you’re serious about this i think we need to have this conversation sober”
“But you’re willing to have that conversation?”
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow” i nodded pulling my hand free and standing up “i’m gonna go to bed.... goodnight”.
I had to put some distance between us before i did something id regret in the morning.
It was safe to say i wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight.
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notable moments from The Two Live Crew Job
leverage 2.07
Sophie: I love the symbolists.
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🥰 I love when the ot3 are together in one frame 🥰
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the dogs playing poker painting tho
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Eliot: Any sudden movement's gonna cause displacement of the water. It'll set it off.
Parker: Is that C-4?
Sophie: Oh!
(Nate grabs Parker’s hand before she can touch the vase)
Sophie: Parker... please don't poke at the motion-sensitive bomb.
Nate: So, uh... secret admirer?
Sophie: Well, it's no secret they want me dead.
Hardison: What do you think, man?
Eliot: I'd have to reach into the vase to disarm it. It'd go off.
eliot’s lips quivered when he said that bc he’s so nervous for her im-
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Parker: Do you have any instant pudding?
(everyone looks at Parker in surprise. Cut to Parker pouring pudding into the vase)
Parker: The powder hardens the liquid, tricks the bomb into thinking it's not moving.
Eliot: Should give you a little wiggle room. Very little
MASTERMIND PARKER
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(mourners are gathered around a casket with a line of black cars parked nearby. An open casket shows Sophie lying inside. Eliot is standing at a podium)
Eliot: She had a way of taking care of people, you know? She was a sister... she was best friend, all rolled into one. I'm gonna miss you, Soph-- So-O-O-O-O much, Katherine.
(Eliot leaves the podium. Hardison stands to let Parker walk by and she approaches the podium. Nate stands at the back of the crowd, Eliot joins him)
Parker: Katherine and I have known each other forever. Almost two years. Yeah, I know that probably doesn't sound like a lot to you, but it is to me. I never really had many friends. Which is why losing her is so hard. (sighs) It's so creepy. I mean, she's really dead. I was just talking to her and now she's just laying there. She was just laying there.
(Nate coughs and Hardison gets up to go to Parker)
Parker: Can you hear me?
Hardison: Parker. I'm -- I'm sorry. I'm sorry, y'all. What – What she really means is just, um, Katherine was like family. And sometimes, friends are all the family that you have. So... you -- you good? Come on. Just – let -- just keep going. You got all hysterical and emotional
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btw there is at least one door from behind the briefing monitors which means they have at least one extra room (most likely more) from the adjacent apartment eliot knocked the wall down from
they have guest rooms or something back there for if anyone needs a place to crash
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Sophie: We used to work together. We did the Copenhagen job in '97, the Berlin Polytech job in '98, and, Nate, remember – Remember that great run in Moscow?
Nate: "That great run"? I chased you for three months.
Sophie: Well, uh, technically, y-you chased us. Sorry.
Hardison: Are you saying that you saw other teams before us?
Parker: Really just another Nate before Nate.
Eliot: Let me ask you a question -- what bugs you more, is it the fact that he was with Sophie first or that he outsmarted you?
Nate: Moving on
eliot puts his arms over the couch and behind parker and I’ll take it + them grinning at each other seeing nate’s discomfort
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mikel is wearing flannel in this one and you can now take bisexual mikel from my cold, dead hands
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Sophie: Wrong place, wrong time. Starke must have seen me, and now that I’m one of the good guys, decided to get rid of me, because...why? Because... Because I know his scams. Because... I know his favorite scam.
[Warehouse]
(Stark’s team is sitting on crates looking at monitors as he goes over the job)
Starke: Cafe and a moonlit terrace.
Sophie (voice over): The Mona Lisa variant.
[Briefing Area]
Parker: Oo! (claps) That was the first one I learned!
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(Hardison is drinking orange soda and working on a computer as Sophie watches)
Sophie: I'm not dead. I'm right here, Parker. So, this is, um, it's what you do, right? You take footage of us on cons and you -- you -- you -- download it into that?
Hardison: Yeah, I analyze it, I monitor comms, I scan for a police frequencies, I -- You had no idea I do all this, did you? Well – d-does nobody respect the van? The van is important. What -- What is that?
Sophie: It's lemon-Zest tea. I got to tell you, it's -- It's a little bit -- It's a little bit whiffy in here.
Hardison: It smells like hard work. That's what it smells like. D-- Whiffy
sophie has no idea what hardison does and does not like the van smell. hardison is ready to go off
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Sophie: That was some nice things you said at my funeral.
Hardison: Wait. We -- We trust Nate to make sure the plan works. We trust you to make sure we’re all okay.
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Starke: Word is on the street that you run the nastiest crew this side of the Atlantic.
Nate: Well… what?
Starke: Come on. Everybody knows. You robbed a bank and you -- you framed a judge. You rigged a jury to steal a million-Dollar settlement. I hear that you even conned the Irish mob out of a couple of million dollars just this year. Now, that's style.
Nate: That's one way of looking at it.
Sophie: Listen, Nate, if you tell him the truth about us, we're blown
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Hardison: I know this style. This is Chaos.
(computer screen flashes signal found. Hardison grabs his keyboard and heads for the back door of the van)
[Parking Lot]
(Hardison exits his van and a little ways down the parking lot, Chaos exits his van with a laptop in his hands. They square off like an old west gun fight)
Hardison: Chaos. I heard you were in jail. Guess I was wrong.
Chaos: Hardison. I heard you sucked. Guess I was right.
(they eye each other across the lot, their fingers twitching. Abruptly they raise their keyboard and laptop and begin typing while car alarms start going off)
this wild wild west showdown tho
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Nate: Okay, now, we know Starke. This guy goes by the name Apollo. I've chased him a couple of times -- infiltration, physical security.
Parker: People in that line of high-risk work tend to be very unstable. We could use that. Write that down.
(the rest of the team exchange glances)
🥰 she’s sitting next to eliot with popcorn between them 🥰
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Hardison: Now, this person here's ex-Mossad, sealed records. Mikel Dayan used to work both sides as a mercenary.
Eliot: Mikel Dayan. I know that name.
Hardison: You were scared to fight a girl.
Eliot: She'd mop the floor with you, Hardison.
Hardison: I don't care.
Eliot: Seriously. She actually killed a guy once with a mop. It's a funny story, actually. (starts gesturing time parker) She broke the mop and took --
Hardison: Eliot. Eliot. (turns back to monitors) Now, this here's Colin Mason, otherwise known by his hacker handle as "Chaos." As... whatever. Hacked the pentagon, the NSA. The CIA computer guys call him the Kobayashi Maru.
Eliot: What the hell is that?
Hardison: None of y'all got that? Seriously?
Parker: Star Trek.
Hardison: Thank you
parker’s reluctant fistbumb I love them + it’s officially canon that she’s seen at least some of the movies
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Nate: I tried to say to her I’m sorry, you know, and I don't –
Security: Because, as men, we're taught to hide our emotions. You share or you pay the price.
Nate: Yeah
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Mikel: You wouldn't hit a girl, would you?
(Eliot walks forward, taking off his jacket and hanging it on some pipe)
Eliot (in Hebrew): Not unless she hits me first.
(they approach each other and begin to fight, blocking each other until Mikel hits Eliot in the chest, knocking him back. He touches where her blow hit.)
Eliot (in Hebrew): That counts
let me just say I LOVE that they had a woman hitter
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Starke: What is going on, guys?
Guard: Motion sensors went off, sir.
Starke: I already checked that out. Everything's secure. And who's this?
Guard: Uh... he just got lost. No problem.
Starke: Sir, you okay?
Nate: Yeah, I’m fine.
Starke: I'm Nathan Ford. I'm with the insurance company.
(Nate gives Starke an irritated look)
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Parker: What kind of bird did you use?
Apollo: North American Kestrel. It's small-Bodied, but its wingspan is expansive enough that it sets off the motion detectors.
Parker: I would've gone with the Scarlet Tanager. Similar wingspan, but the brighter colors are more distracting.
Apollo: Yeah. That was my second choice.
(Apollo scrambles forward in the ductwork. Parker also scrambles forward, headed another way)
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eliot taking off his shirt too? equal rights
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Starke: Now, why would you want to kill Sophie?
Chaos: Come on, Starke. (gathering equipment) I had set up the perfect double-cross, and then you want to go and bring in a new player at the last minute? "Oh, and by the way, guys, that new player is gonna be Sophie Devereaux." There's no way I’m gonna try to out-con Sophie Devereaux! And I hate to break it to you, Starke, but she was the one that everybody was always scared of. It was never you.
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[McRory’s Bar]
(Parker and Apollo sit at a table with locks)
Parker: Go.
(they begin picking locks to see who is fastest. Across the room, Eliot and Mikel sit at a table)
Mikel: I can top that. (pulls her shirt aside to show a scar on her shoulder) Frag grenade, Somalia.
Eliot (pulls up his sleeve to show scar on his arm): Myanmar. Sniper.
Mikel: I was a sniper in Myanmar for a while.
Eliot: When?
Mikel: 2003.
(Eliot looks surprised. Mikel holds up the handcuffs and Eliot quickly pulls her hand down)
Eliot: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. We can't have that.
Hardison (walking by): Handcuffs. Y'all nasty
(eliot has a handcuff kink and was probably pegged within an inch of his life that night. I said what I said.)
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(Sophie stands looking down at her grave. The headstone for Katherine has been replaced with one for Sophie Devereaux. Nate approaches and stands next to the grave)
Sophie: Starke was right. I'm not Sophie Devereaux anymore. I haven't been for ages. I... you killed her, you and your silly crusade.
Nate: It's just a name.
Sophie: No, they're not just names, not to me. All my aliases, every one of them, I -- I know when their parents died. I know when they had their first kiss.
#leverage#leverage 2.07#leverage 2x07#the two live crew job#leverage season 2#season 2#notable moments#mine
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Just Like Family ~ Harry Styles
In which their siblings are dating and Y/n has had a crush on him since ever.
Word Count: 2300
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At school Harry had always been the cute, popular jock, and you had been smart, somewhat friendly Y/n. It wasn’t as you hadn’t ever talked to him, shared a few conversation here and there, mostly him approaching you to ask if you had understood the math assignment. And you were more than okay with this.
You remember quite vividly the first day you saw him, and even if it sounds cliché--because it is--you swear you remember what went though your mind as you saw him.
You were the new girl at school, your parents had wanted you to change schools given that the school ‘standards’ weren’t as good as they expected them to be, and with a lot of arguing from both you and your brother Mason they were able to come into an agreement. A very shitty agreement. Your older brother could stay because he only had two more years left, but you had to change. The decision was final. And as you look back at it, it wasn’t as terrible as it sounds, you would still live nearby your friends and could hang out with them. So the next year, eight grade, you placed a confident smile and entered a school hall you weren’t used to. You made friends easily, you had never been shy even though you preferred staying low-key, and you were easy to talk to. You fitted just fine.
It was the second week of school and you were sitting next to two friends on math class waiting for the teacher to begin. However, as he examined the class trying to form pairs for a special exercise he had planned, his eyes found you. “You, Y/n, right?”, he asked and you could only nod, “sit here”, he ordered. You gulped, what? Looking back at the girls they shrugged ‘sorry’, so you had no other choice but to sit alone next to another empty chair.
“-Sorry I’m late!”, a boy rushed in the class breathless, “I was on the other side of the building.” A few laughs and jokes from guys in the class and a nod from the teacher as he gestured him to sit next to me: the only empty chair left. You bitted your lip, you were generally really sweet but talking to guys had always made you nervous. “Hi. You’re Y/n, right?”, he said sticking out his hand for you to shake, “I’m Harry Styles.” Oh. So this was the infamous Harry Styles. You had heard the girls gush about a guy named Harry who had apparently had a glow-up during the summer.
“Yeah-”, you mumbled, stoping for a few second to look at him carefully. They were right, that’s what you thought. His green eyes were captivating--not to speak about his curls!--, the way his body framed seemed a little more build than other boys his age and how his Adam apple bobbed every time he spoke, his voice thick and slow. You swear you might have sighed.
That day you did the math exercise and nothing more, him giving you a gentle smile when you finished before leaving the class as his friends called him to play football at recess. You went home that day and told your mother you had met the cutest boy and as you closed your eyes to sleep, his face and words rounded around your mind. You were no exception to ‘Harry Styles’ enchantment’, that’s how your friends called it, and you were all soon to be broken hearted when he started dating Sofia short months after.
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Two years later you were certainly not expecting when your brother brought home a girl for dinner and presented you his new girlfriend. Who would want to date him? Gemma Styles would.
She was four years older than Harry, coincidentally you and Mason were four years apart too. Mason had began to study Chemistry three months ago at a university that was close to home, that's how he met Gemma, and you almost wished he hadn’t.
You knew what was coming your way when Harry approached you Monday morning as you were tidying your locker before heading to your first class. “So...”, he began leaning against the locker next. to yours, “our siblings are dating...” You sighed, you would kill Mason as soon as you got home. “Yeah... What about it?”
He coughed, clearly not used to being brushed off --you weren’t used to brushing off either but you were pissed, so pissed. “Em-, No, nothing. Just thought I would joke about it. We are kind of family now, I guess?” You tried to smile back, however it probably came out more as a wince than a grin, “Yeah, I guess.” You locked your locker and started to walk away, turning back only when Harry exclaimed, “see ya’ around!”
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As explained before, you were usually really friendly and calmed-- what someone would call a chill person, but you weren’t chilled about this at all. Rumors were quickly spread at school, specially now that Sofia and Harry had broken up after a long relationship, and soon everyone thought that you were next in line. You had to explain to anyone who asked that you and Harry were not dating, that your siblings were and that’s why you were talking with him. Not like talking to him wasn't normal--you had done it plenty of times before-- it just that the picture of Harry leaning in the locker talking to you had appeared somehow flirting to some students.
“I swear I won't get mad, I just want to know-- and it's okay if you are--”.
“--Sofia, believe me. We are not dating!”, you exclaimed reassuringly to the blonde-haired. “Oh, okay. ‘M sorry I though otherwise”, she apologised and you shook your head clearly not minding.
The problem with having crush on Harry was Sofia. You and her were not best friends or even close friends, but you were friends. Sofia was not the typical bitch who would brag about everything--hating her would have been so much easier that way--, Sofia was sweet, nice to everyone and kind. That’s why you liked her, you were friendly to anyone but wouldn’t exactly open up, you preferred keeping up to yourself, sharing only with the ones you though truly mattered. However, even though you and Sofia weren't like you and Tracy, she would catch-up with you anytime she had time, waving you whenever you crossed paths in the school halls and reacting to your few instagram stories.
That almost made you hate her, why couldn’t she just be a bitch? But Sofia was an angel fallen from the sky and there was no way to deny it, the moment she and Harry started dating you knew you absolutely had no chance. Even if Harry liked you, you couldn't bare to do that to Sofia.
So you were angry, annoyed and somewhat sad that people thought you were dating Harry.
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“I think that in a way it’s cool”, Tracy declared laying with her head upside down on your bed as you tried brushing down the knots your hair. “Explain to me how would this whole situation is cool!”, you exclaimed. Tracy sat straight, looking at your reflection in the mirror, the dim light of your nightstand illuminating your otherwise dark bedroom. “Y/n, you get to talk to Harry freaking Styles!”, she explained her hands gesturing as if her mind had explode.
“Tracy, he said we were like family! I don’t want be his sister-in-law!”, you sighed, your eyes glancing at the picture hanged in your wall, your brother and you smiling. That little son of a bitch..., he had every possible girl to date but no, he had to go for Gemma Styles.
“That’s not exactly how it’s called...”, Tracy began, “but it doesn’t matter. Now we can go see him play at his games!” You turned around to look at her with an irritated expression in your face, “you already drag me to the football matches!”
“Well, I don’t know. Try to look at the bright side, he spoke to you! I’m surprised you are not loosing your mind!”, she smiled at you. She did have a point, less than a year ago you would have mumbled at your words, grow incredibly red and hang your head low. Harry Styles had that effect on you. Thankfully, when you were put in the same math class for the third year in a row, you gained that very important and essential skill, ‘the ability to talk to Harry Styles without stumbling at your words’. Tracy still joked about those old times.
“I guess... But come on!”, you say plopping on your bed next to her, “I just imagine Mason kissing Gemma and I have the urge to puke my whole dinner”. “Now, don't be dramatic”.
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Two weeks after, everything was kept normal, You began doubting that maybe, just maybe, you had overacted and that it wasn’t a big deal. You had a secret crush on the brother of your brother’s girlfriend, that can happen to anyone, right?
However you were sure the universe hated you when one Thursday afternoon as you were doing your English reading Gemma knocked on your door. “Come in!”, you called from the bed, “oh. Hi.”
The dyed-blonde smiled at you before walking in, “hi. Do you have some time to talk? Mason is taking a quick shower.” you gulped down a ‘no’, reminding yourself that you were not mean. “Yeah, sure. Sit”, you gestured your bed siting straight.
Gemma Styles sat and it's then, when she’s face to face with you that you noticed how similar were her eyes were to Harry. “How’s everything?”, the older one asked trying to break the awkwardness. “Good”. The conversation went better from there and after ten minutes or so, Gemma finally asked you what she wanted to know all along, “are you and Harry friends? I mean- you know who he is, right?”
You laughed nervously at this, what do you answer?! “I don't think it's possible not to know him”, the words were out before you could bite your tongue. Why the hell would you say that? However, Gemma doesn't seemed to mind because she just laughed, “he’s a player, isn’t he?”
You laughed, not falling for the same mistake again and actually keeping the response to yourself. Because you knew Harry wasn't a player, Harry was mature, fun and very polite. Harry was a gentleman and that made you fall harder.
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“Y/n! Wait up!”, you turned around hoisting your backpack higher on your shoulders, Harry ran up to you, his jersey on and his hair messily brushed, a warm smile was planted on his face. “Your brother is driving me home too”, he explained once he reached you.
You frowned confused, why? “Why?”, you asked making Harry stop abruptly on his feet, his face fell. “Because my sister is with him and she’s driving her home too”, he said with a small sad frown forming on his face. “Oh. Okay”, you replied bitting your lip. You felt kinda guilty for being so mean, you had to accept that you hadn’t been the definition of ‘friendly’ in the last month. Harry seemed to notice this.
The next day, everyone at school couldn't stop talking about ‘Harry Styles and Y/n L/n leaving school together’, it made annoyed you, didn’t they understand? You guys were not dating! Your siblings were! You tightened your fist when Tracy commented the news of the gossip spreading around school. Later that day you went home and cursed for a whole minute to Mason’s face, claiming that it wasn't fair and that he was selfish. “You are the selfish one, Y/n. Don’t you see I’m happy?”, he replied back, you bitted your cheek and ran upstairs. You and Harry were now ‘family’ like he liked to call it and you simply had to accept it.
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You shifted in your sit barely touching any of the food in your plate. You were nervous, and you felt like you could throw up right there in the dinner table, and that would be very, very bad. Your mom had decided to call Anne (Harry’s and Gemma’s mother) to invite her for dinner claiming that they needed to get to know each other. You had wanted to stab her, she knew you had a crush on Harry!, but when you complained to her she just winked her eye at you. What was that supposed to mean?
So now you were stuck in your dinner table with Harry’s mom, Harry’s dad, Gemma and Harry himself. The adults started talking about politics and you felt a slight bump on your feet, you moved your eyes to look at Harry. He tilted his head towards Gemma and Mason that were casually whispering things in each other’s ears--teasing one another, Harry acted as if he was gaging and that made you slightly smile, however you turned back into a frown again, shook your head and hanged your head low.
A few minutes later the adults suggested that you went upstairs to talk or play when they noticed you were there all quiet. Gemma and Mason were quick on their feet and went upstairs to Mason’s room, however the parents didn’t seem to mind, they were eighteen.
“Want to go somewhere else?”, Harry mouthed and you shrugged ‘Sure, I guess.’
You decided to walk outside to your small patio, sitting on the old swings that still stood straight in a corner. Your palms were sweating and you felt a weird feeling in your stomach-- you were alone, in the middle of the night with Harry Styles. You stayed quiet for a minute or so, none daring to talk or begin a conversation, until Harry turned to look at you, and straight in your eyes he asked, “Why do you hate me so much?”
Your breathing hitched and you swore his words hurled harder than a hit in the middle of your tummy.
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Okay, so I’m loving high-school!Harry. Part 2 is here
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mm yes, it’s only the third chapter and i make angsty shit, this is fine uwu also this chapter long wjbfhsd sorry if it’s kinda weird, i wrote this at 2am
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不安: apprehension.
anxiety or fear that something bad or unpleasant will happen.
eg: "I felt sick with apprehension."
(t.w - blood, bullies, drug mention.)
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recap:
"No no, it doesn't ruin it at all. I'm glad we both like that garden."
"Wanna hang out there after this class? I'm down to skip my last class whenever."
"Hm, I don't know. I'm really going to have to think about this. Man, I've never thought this hard before in my life, what should I say?"
"Probably yes."
"Then yes, I would love to hang out there."
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"The first thing we need to do, is we need to talk to a friend of mine," Carson explained, a smile on his face as he placed his hand on my shoulder. I decided to skip my seventh class like any other junior student. I mean, I got nothing else better to do, might as well hang out with Carson. "Is it that one guy I saw when I gave back your ruler?"
"Uh yes! It's okay, I got it all under control. He usually comes out to ask where Connor's at."
"Oh, that's pretty cool-"
"Carson! Hey, Carson has Connor-" His face changed, a gasp escaped him and a surprised smile his face formed. "Oh my gosh, Carson. You're a fucking madman! You're braver than I thought."
"Schlatt, you're gonna get in trouble if you keep shouting. You're ditching your own class to hang out with your partner in crime."
"Yeah? And what about you two, where are you guys off too?" Schlatt walked closer, I hesitated to answer but Carson answered for me. "We're going to that garden I always go too. You know which one, right?"
"Yeah yeah, I'm gonna let you guys go so have a good time," Schlatt ran off, screaming his sentence down the hallway. Carson scoffed and kept walking, mumbling under his breath. "What'd you say?"
"He's going to get in trouble. Schlatt is a dumbass sometimes, he'd tell you the same thing about me," He chuckled, I kept looking down at him, he's a pretty attractive guy. "So, uhm, why are you blind? Sorry if that comes off as rude, just trying to start a conversation."
"I get asked that all the time, it's fine," Carson mentioned. "Uh basically, I started getting blinder when I was fourteen, long story short, we went to the hospital and they diagnosed me with Glaucoma. I don't wanna say it was life-changing but it kinda was? I don't really know how to tell you."
"That's fine, I already knew that I couldn't expect so much out of a blind person," I replied, which got a laugh out of him. "Oh, so you're a little asshole, aren't you?"
"Actually I'm very much taller than you."
"How tall? I'm 6'3."
"Puny, I am 6'6. Top that."
"Fucking hell, that's insane, you are legit the tallest person I know now. Congrats dude," Carson answered shocked, laughter escaped him again. I forgot where the garden was for half the time we were talking until I found specks of dirt on the yellow marble square ground, people like to ruin the shit out of this garden but I still like it, I try and help but apparently I'm "too cool" to help so that was bullshit. "Hey, we're here by the way," I tapped Carson's shoulder, he turned to me and back at the entrance of the garden. "Okay, there's like this bench somewhere, do you see it anywhere?" He asked hopeful sounding. I looked around and walked across the soft dirt ground, toward a broken bench, half of it gone and scribbled with messy graffiti. "Looks like half of your bench is gone, sorry," I spoke slowly, a wave of guilt washed over me as Carson walked toward the bench, hitting it and stumbling a little bit before his hand brushed the black rusted handle and light brown wood bench until he reached the missing half of the other side. "Huh, you're right."
"You didn't believe me?"
"No- Well, yeah but it's very easy to trick a blind guy, especially me."
"Good to know, that will definitely come in handy," I stated, trying to get a laugh out of him but Carson didn't say anything, he just looked unpleasant and sad. "I liked this bench a lot, I came here whenever I felt like shit and now it's gone. Whoever did this is just a lowlife, I mean, I'm not the only person that likes this bench and yet they decided to ruin a bench provided by our shit school?"
"You really liked this bench, didn't you?"
"Yes, yes I did. Now I have nowhere to sit."
"There's always the school rooftop or outside of school, surely you can find a different bench, can't you?"
"Yeah but- wait, the rooftop? How do you expect me to fucking climb the school roof?" Carson inquired, I could sense his patience getting smaller with every word the comes out of my mouth. "I could help you up, it's nice up there."
"Oh yeah? I bet it's gorgeous," Carson retorted, still looking down at what once was a bench. "Do you really wanna climb the school's roof? Is it going to be better than the bench?"
"I don't know, it depends on you if you want to climb the roof with me. It's not like we're gonna get caught, everybody's in class," I reassured, I wanted to make sure I wasn't pressuring him but from the looks of it, I probably was.
"You know what? Fine, I'll do it. I'm not a little bitch boy," Carson admitted, a smile forming on his face and I smiled a little bit too.
"Okay, if you say so," I added, taking his hand and walking him over to the corner of the garden, past all the lush bushes, flowers, and other assorted plants was a stack of boxes against the fence that surrounded the garden. Fortunately, the boxes are strong enough to support the weight of one person, so that way people were able to climb up onto the rooftop. "Shouldn't there be ladders for this kind of stuff, like, this school has ladders, right? Instead of boxes," Carson implied, poking the boxes with his cane.
"Geez Carson, you ask too many questions. Ladders sorta loud, we could get caught."
"I thought you said everybody was in class?"
"Fucks sake, Carson, just trust me on this. Either way, we're gonna end up on the roof," I rolled my eyes, stepping onto the first box while still holding Carson's hands. He didn't say anything afterward, his grip tightened with each step onto the boxes. "One more mate, then we're on the roof," I mention, the wind grew colder standing from the roof. Not much could be seen, tall trees blocked most of the view. "I've never stood on a roof before, I'm losing my shit."
"That's gross but at least I could help you experience your first time on a roof," I lead him to the middle of the roof, the ground scattered with leaves and more cigarette buds along with dry pieces of gum and a few beer bottles at the very corner of the roof
"I didn't mean that literally," Carson pointed out. I looked down at Carson and he was smiling, his pale blond hair moved with the wind and his cheeks tinted a light red, then I looked down at my hand to see mine still holding onto Carson's so I let go slowly but his hand immediately swiped away. "Sorry, I was just-"
"It's nice up here, I can tell why you like it up here. The wind feels good," Carson changed the subject, the smile still on his face.
"I'm glad," I announced, taking off my backpack and throwing it on the ground, shoving my hands into the warm pockets of my hoodie. We stood for a bit longer, nothing was said and the only thing you could hear were the trees, cars and the wind. "Wanna head down? Schools' about to end anyways."
"Yeah, promise me your gonna bring me here more often, it's a good hideaway spot," Carson's grin faded when he turned around, voices coming close to both of us. "There are people coming up here," He said prior to a group of three people climbing up the boxes and their voices became more clear to me. "Carson we have to go now," I gasped, trying to look for a ladder or more boxes leading down but nothing was found. I felt sick with apprehension.
We're screwed.
"Yeah, I know it's bullshit," The voice said and stopped in his tracks, stopping the two behind him from walking. "Is that you Fitz?"
"Don't call me that," I cautioned, taking a step back as Carson stood still behind me.
"C' mon, Fitz, don't be so rude. We're friends, aren't we?"
"No, we aren't. I used to buy your weed because you're too much of a pussy to do it," I spat, he snapped and the boys behind him hesitated, I could tell they didn't want this but it was either me or them. I took my chance to leave.
"Mason, Jay," His voice grew more demanding and snapped again. The two suddenly lunged toward me, knocking me down as I tried getting back up but He just kept kicking me and held me down. "E-Eric, you're better than this," I whispered, but he only looked down at me with his cold brown eyes. I watched as he bent down and moved my face to watch Carson as he dropped to the ground and the two others kept kicking but stopped shortly after.
"See what happens when you leave, Fitz? At least those two are smart enough to stay and listen to me," Eric's gravely voice whispered, my ears were ringing and I couldn't really see. I didn't even care about what Eric said, I blocked out every noise besides Carson. I listen to him cough and groan, he whispers something I can't hear and I see his blue eyes look at mine.
I could tell he wasn't happy about the situation happening and neither was I.
"Hey! Are you listening?" Eric shouted, I didn't answer and waited for him to leave so I could go to Carson. "Whatever, I don't ever want to see either of you up here or this situation is gonna become repetitive, I'm guessing you don't want that, right?"
I don't say anything. If I answer him, Swagger might hurt me or Carson. I keep my mouth shut.
"Alright, I see how it is. Just remember, I don't want to see either of you up here again," Swagger mentioned, chuckling and leaving us as the two other boys fled, sad looks on their faces. I waited until they completely left and stood up, my legs wobbled as I stumbled to Carson, who was still lying on the ground but awake. His nose was bleeding along with a few scratches on his face and hands. I was also bleeding but I didn't care. "Hey, Carson," I shook him and he looked up at me, his ice-blue eyes expressed fear. "Cam, where are you?" Carson held his arm up as his hand searched for me, so I grabbed it and pressed it against my face, letting him feel my face although it was sort of uncomfortable.
"Sorry if this isn't normal, but it's just to get to know you better," Carson admitted, moving his hand away from my face slowly. I didn't answer him though, I realized he didn't have his glasses on. I looked around us and found thin glasses on the ground, dusted from the dirt. I grabbed them and cleaned it with my shirt, although I didn't need too. "Here are your glasses, they were on the ground."
"Oh, thanks," Carson replied, taking them and placing it between his eyes, he sighed and sat up properly. "What just happened? Who were those people?"
"That was Swagger, Jay, and Mason. They're involved in a gang and I left it behind," I explained. "I couldn't be apart of it anymore. I didn't want to be in the first place, none of us did but we ended up in a rough place. Swagger dragged us all down with him, except for me and another good friend of mine, Toby."
"Did-did you buy weed for him?"
"Yeah, he likes to be unrecognized. I don't know what the others do for him now, I try and avoid them as much as possible because I knew something like this would happen. I wasn't thinking and I'm sorry," I covered my mouth with my hands, I didn't want any of this to happen. I let it happen.
"We should get off this roof," Carson added, rubbing his head.
"Yeah, let's go," I helped Carson up and grabbed his cane from the ground along with mine and his backpack. Leaving the same way we came.
I hope this doesn't change anything.
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Lucas ‘Luke’ Greene
So if Alix is a prick I don’t even want to know what you’d classify Luke as. A douche with anger issues that really wants needs Adam to knock some sense into him perhaps. He’s got the big gay for Adam anyway, no feelings beyond ‘I hope they scowl like that in bed too’ yet but maybe one day.
I vibe the most with Luke and Vox which is concerning because they are the biggest bastards and I am nothing like them at all. I’m more of a socially awkward Cap than anything.
Lots of yelling. Like too much yelling at Adam like it was his personal decision to lie to the human race. I’d say I can’t wait for Adam to just kick Luke’s ass but Luke would be so into it that Adam would probably die. Luke’s not a masochist per say but he does have a very...strong appreciation for...strong and capable men. Especially if they can kick his ass.
Lucas-mean, sarcastic, stubborn, standoffish
First meeting:
I groan in frustration and hit my fist against the coffee maker, cracking the plastic.
“There are other ways to deal with your problems, Lucas.”
I go completely tense, shrugging off Rebecca’s hand from my shoulder. “What do you want?”
A pained expression flashes through her eyes before she sighs and nods to herself. “I’m here to talk about your case. It’s bigger than you think.”
I grunt, storming towards my office. I almost don’t think she’s following me until I hear her gently close the door.
“The man you’re looking for has killed before. In many places.”
“You’re sure it’s the same guy?” I cross my arms and frown at her.
“We’ve been tracking him for a while now.” She nods. “I believe he’ll be staying in Wayhaven for some time. Now is our last chance.”
I scoff and turn my head to look away from her, instead studying the pictures of the victim I have taped to my wall. “So you’re here to take my case from me.”
“Of course not.” She reaches for my arm but stops short, letting her hand fall to her side. “I have full faith in your abilities. Otherwise the agency would have had me take over the case.”
I nod, grinding my teeth as she talks.
“Instead I’m here to offer you something that will make your job easier. Something the mayor is very keen for you to utilize.”
My jaw tightens further and I’m almost sure I can feel a tooth break. “Great, because I was so concerned with what the mayor wants.”
“Lucas, please.” Rebecca sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. “Can you just not be difficult? If you don’t accept my help I will be forced to take over the case.”
I scoff and shake my head. “So you’re resorting to threats now, Rebecca?” I clench my fists and study the tattoos covering every inch of my arms. “Fine. What are you offering?”
“My team.”
“Be more specific. I’m not in the mood for games.”
“The team of agents I command.”
I frown at her, eyebrows pulling together.
“I know you aren’t really a team player, Lucas.” Rebecca leans out the door to call for someone. “But can you at least try?”
“No promises.” I cross my arms back over my chest and straighten my back. I adopt a defensive posture, looking more like I’m in the boxing ring than meeting my new teammates.
Four men march into the room and I fight to keep the sneer off my face. Fucking feds.
“Detective Lucas Greene, this is Unit Bravo.”
No one says anything for a moment so I roll my eyes and step forward, pointedly not offering my hand. “Okay. Things one through four, this is my case and my precinct. So we follow my rules. Understood?” I use the tone Tina ‘lovingly’ refers to as my Drill Sergeant Voice.
Three of them tense and look towards Rebecca but one, the tallest steps forward. “We understand, Detective. My name is Agent Nathaniel Sewell, though I prefer Nate.” He offers his hand and I stare at it, unable to hold back my sneer.
I don’t bother schooling my features, just taking his hand and shaking firmly. “It’s not a pleasure. The only reason you’re here is because someone threatened me.” I narrow my eyes at Rebecca. “I’d be perfectly fine without your meddling.”
“It’s not meddling, Lucas.” Rebecca sounds exhausted and a smile pulls at my lips.
“I’m sure you would be, but we are happy to help.” Nate continues to smile genuinely at me as he steps back into the group.
“Felix.” The shortest of the group steps forward and grabs my hand before I can cross my arms again. “Felix Hauville.” He brings my hand towards his mouth and I rip it away so fast he stumbles.
“You’re pretty, but not that pretty.” I shake my head and cross my arms as tightly as possible.
Felix cocks his head and grins, “You’ll change your mind.”
“Probably not.” I turn to the third. He’s slightly shorter than me and has a glare that could put mine to shame. “And you are?”
“Finding this all unnecessary.”
I bark out a sharp laugh. “Then leave, I genuinely could not give less of a fuck if I was lobotomized.”
“Lucas,” my mother warns and levels me with a glare. “This is Specialist Agent Mason.”
“Great, I get the feeling you aren’t going to talk to me. You’re my favorite so far.” I turn away before he can respond, coming face to face with a stern-looking blond. A smirk pulls at the corners of my mouth and I offer my hand, purring out, “If you wanted to kiss my hand that’s totally fine.”
He arches a brow at me and stares down at my hand.
“This is Commanding Agent Adam du Mortain,” Rebecca says, no small amount of pride in her voice.
“Absolutely charmed.” My smirk widens when he takes my hand in a firm, almost painful, grip.
“I look forward to working with you.”
My eyes widen and lock onto his. “What the fuck?”
“Everything all right?” Rebecca looks more to Adam than me.
I cough and step back, dropping my gaze to the floor. “Everything’s fine. You can go, unless you don’t trust them to babysit me.”
“That’s not what this is about, Lucas,” Rebecca insists. She steps towards me and I take another step away from her. She frowns for a moment before nodding. “I’ll leave you all to work on the case.” She gives me a smile before pointedly glaring at her team and leaving.
Reveal:
“You’re vampires?” I blink in confusion at the floor for a moment before baring my teeth at everyone. “You fucking lied to me!”
Rebecca steps forward, raising her hands to try and placate me. “Lucas-”
“No.” I square my shoulders and narrow my eyes at her. “You’ve been lying to me this whole fucking time. People have died!” My fist flies out before I can stop it, connecting with the hard wall.
“Lucas, calm down,” Rebecca orders. Her voice is firm and gives me slight pause before the anger boils over again.
“No I will not calm down!” I snarl and spin around to glare at them all. “You and your fucking secrets have killed people!”
“We’ve saved more-”
“Did you save Garret?” I snap and take a step towards Adam. “People died because you on your fucking high horses decided you’re all the special ones. Only you get to know the truth. Only you get to know how dangerous the world really is.”
“Humans don’t have a history of reacting well.” Adam meets me glare.
“How are we supposed to learn to be okay with it if we don’t know?” I take another step so we are almost chest to chest. “You would all rather be the oh so special ones. Oh thank God we have you protecting us.”
“Lucas that’s enough.” Rebecca snaps and grabs my arm, pulling me away from the other man.
“This is my point exactly. You-”
“I don’t give a fuck. I don’t give a fuck that you’re vampires. I wouldn’t care if you were a fucking rock that gained sentience and started talking. News flash, none of you mean anything to me.” I’m almost sure I see Adam flinch at the words but when I face him fully he’s just glaring. “You know what? People fucking suck, Adam. I hate almost every person I have ever met in my life. People can’t always handle things that are different, that’s for sure. I’m a gay man, Adam. I know people can’t handle things that differ from their norm.” I go to step towards him again but Rebecca’s hand around my wrist stops me from getting too close. “But don’t you dare say that humans are the only one with prejudices. You are standing here comparing all humans. Look me in the eyes and tell me there are zero vampires, werewolves, fucking faeries who don’t hate humans solely for the fact that they are human. Should I hate you because Dracula was a dick? Get over yourself.”
“Lucas, that is enough.” Rebecca firmly pulls me by my wrist. She drags me out into the hall and away from Unit Bravo before anyone can start shouting again.
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I recently thought about the 1980’s Teen Wolf movie and how they kinda gave TV Stiles the family dynamic that the OG Scott had in the movie (single Dad raising son, mother died, both don’t really talk about her), when I realized something else.
Almost none of the parents seem to have had a history together? Or rather, they only know each other through their kids? The only two instances that even hint at a past relationship (and I don’t mean in the romantic way, just a relationship at all) both involve Finstock for some reason. When Finstock and Brunski meet in 3B they allude to having known each other in high school. And in the virus episode in 4 Lydia’s mom alludes to having known that Finstock was a recovering alcoholic.
Now I know that Beacon Hills isn’t supposed to be *tiny* but for almost none of the adults to even have some kind of backstory with each other?
You could make a case that almost all the adults only arrived in Beacon Hills after high school and it wouldn’t change much of the story. (Grandma Martin lived in Beacon Hills, so Lydia’s dad probably did too but he almost never interacts with anyone.)
Neither Melissa nor Natalie know what Peter looks like (which is of course so he can charm them but still). The talk between Finstock and the Sheriff (aka the cupcake talk) while funny seems like the first time they interacted with each other. The Sheriff seems to have no friends besides Melissa. Melissa seems to have no friends besides the Sheriff.
And while there is a second high school on Beascon Hills, Stiles still knew Heather. Heather and Danielle (and Mason and Liam) still managed to stay friends.
I’m not saying every adult in Beacon Hills has to be buddy buddy with each other. But just a “he always was strange”, “isn’t that the girl who had the cops show up to her sweet 16?” or even just a “you can’t talk your way out of this like usual” would establish that these people don’t exist in a vacuum.
(In the 1980’s movie there is a short backstory between OG Scott’s dad and the vice principal (who has a great name for an antagonist: Thorne). Where both liked Scott’s mom, Scott’s dad wolfed out and scared Thorne and now Thorne has it out for Scott. It isn’t original (cough*snape*cough) or takes up a lot of time but it shows that these people used to live in the town before they had kids. It makes it feel more lived in. And it is usual for teens to get the first inkling of these backstory’s. Your parents were persons before you kinda thing.)
DW: I think this is an interesting topic, because it’s mainly the reason that kids in kids and teen books are orphans a lot of the time, you know? Because parents don’t just complicate things by stopping you going on adventures. In fiction, they’d often be a source of information that the protagonist can’t know yet. So it’s easier to have them almost totally uninvolved, or just plain dead.
The sheriff and Melissa not seeming to have a lot of other friends actually works for me. Shift work kills your social life. It does. First people keep inviting you to stuff on weekends, and getting surprised when you tell them you’re working--
“Again?”
“Yes, again.”
“You’re always working.”
“I know.”
--and then they just stop inviting you to stuff. So you hang with other shift workers, who totally understand the fact that yes, it’s 3 pm on a Sunday afternoon and you’re either working or sleeping.
It also has a lot to do with layering. Like it would make sense that if Stiles and Heather were friends, then the sheriff and her parents would be friends. But that means you’d need a scene to show it, and you’re on a time constraint to begin with, and it’s so peripheral to the story that there’s a lot you have to take as given rather than showing. In a novel all of these things could absolutely be explored, but TV shows don’t have that freedom. It doesn’t matter if your novel is 80 000 words or 100 000, but your TV show has to be an hour long (with room for ad breaks).
But yeah, there is absolutely room for, “I never liked that guy” or “Yeah, we went to high school together.”
I think that in the case of Teen Wolf though they didn’t have the room for all those layers. The pre-show backstory was all about the Argents and the Hales, not about whatever Sheriff Stilinski or Natalie Martin or Melissa McCall were up to. Or Bobby Finstock, unfortunately, because that would have been a hell of a story!
And, like you’ve said, even in a small town it’s entirely possible that those characters only moved there as adults and don’t have any history beyond “Oh hey, your kid knows my kid.”
So we can fit Natalie and Finstock together if we say that she used to teach before her marriage, and knew Finstock (and all his issues) from then, and is now teaching again after her divorce.
At the same time we have the sheriff and Melissa, who don’t have a lot of time to get to PTA meetings or whatever because of their jobs. And both of whom could have only moved to Beacon Hills as adults too.
Honestly, I wish we’d seen more of David Whittemore, since he was an attorney and you know he and the sheriff must have known each other way before that awkward “my son is getting a restraining order on yours” moment. The professional relationship between David and the sheriff was ripe with potential--who better than to be in a position to attempt to have the Sheriff fired, and then totally discredited when it was re-election time?--but, like everything, they gave us a hint and then didn't bother take it any further.
Also, I think there was always the issue in Teen Wolf that it’s damned near impossible to decide how big Beacon Hills actually is. It was either a small town or a bustling metropolis, depending on what the plot needed.
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Vertigo: Chapter 2: Jacked Up
Vertigo: Chapter 2
Jacked Up
This fic is in progress.
Jim Mason x Reader
Warnings for this chapter: Graphic descriptions of drug use.
Summary: Jim’s very good at hiding his vices, except, that is, with Medina.
Notes: More exposition. I’m sorry guys but the drama is worth the wait. This is Jim’s story-Y/N is a component, but this is a story about Jim’s journey. Thank you all so much for the positive responses from Ch 1!
Word Count: 2.6k
Jim would see Y/N at the beach pretty regularly, not that he was looking for her. He couldn’t help that his room had a perfect view of the bay and whenever Medina was going for dawn patrol with her he would have his coffee outside, waiting for Sandy to be awakened by the other’s starting their day in the waves.
It seemed that Medina had finally had a friend, which made him exceedingly happy. Jim recalled the nights Medina would slip into his room and lay on the unmade bed asking why nobody liked her. He didn’t have an answer for her, or rather he did, but didn’t have the heart to tell her.
He couldn’t help but constantly be reminded of how much stronger she was. Of course, she was heartbroken that she didn’t have friends, but she did have the strength to not change herself for others’ approval. Jim couldn’t say the same for himself.
Coming in from his coffee- she wasn’t out there that day- he picked up his backpack and jacket.
“‘Dina,” he whispered, ear pressed to her door. He almost fell over when the door was ripped away from his face.
“Hey, we’re running late, let’s go,” she responded. She managed to smack him with her backpack as they snuck out the door, avoiding Sandy.It was a miracle that she even let him go to his classes.
The pair hopped into Jim’s car, a new Nissan SUV from Phil. A graduation gift his father had called it but Jim knew what it really was. It was a “Sorry we’ve been shitty parents and let you overdose, but here’s a material item that’ll make up for it” gift. Medina got a smaller Volkswagen beetle that she absolutely adored.
It had been three and a half years since his overdose. It really wasn’t even that bad, he thought. He had passed out at home, Sandy overreacted and he spent a night in the hospital. Then Phil proceeded to tell him that they wouldn’t be going to Paris and that he’ll do better.
Admittedly, it had been slightly better. With Sandy back on her meds she wasn’t as prone to mood swings and temper tantrums meaning Jim had slightly more freedom. It didn’t allow him to escape his responsibilities as ‘man of the house’ but things were almost manageable. Almost.
After everything, he had to be more careful. Withdrawal had been a nightmare but when his mind cleared he found that the memory was fuzzy. Turning back to booze, then weed, then pills, then coke, then everything at once, had been an easy decision. This time, though, he needed to be careful.
A few weeks into sobriety, his mother would inevitably forget about Jim’s problems, replacing herself as the center of attention in her mind, so hiding it from her had been a joke. “Oh, I’m just tired, mom. Long day at school,” he’d say as his eyes fluttered shut, laying on the couch with a comfortable blanket of haze clouding his thoughts. She ate that shit up.
His father was even easier. He had still moved out, but his relationship with Ava had ended a while back, now seeing some other redhead. He was never around, not that Jim wanted to see him anyway. But with him being a doctor, he had to make sure he was sober around the man. He’d recognize all the signs, especially knowing Jim was a user.
Medina. She was...complex. He had tried to hide it from her, he really did. She found out almost immediately and hadn’t said anything but he could see the pain in her eyes. The only response she gave was a “Be careful with that shit, Jim. You don’t know what you’re playing with,” bitten out on his way back to his room from the bathroom where he had just taken an oxy. All the warning he needed was written on her face every time she looked at him. He tried to ignore it, for his own sake.
It’s because of this that when she said, “Is it getting bad again? Please tell me,” while biting into an egg McMuffin on their way to campus that morning Jim almost crashed his shiny new car. She had begged to get breakfast on the way and he could never say no to his sister.
“What are you talking about, Medina?” he rolled down the window and looked out the windshield pretending to focus on the traffic in front of him.
“I know what you’re doing. I’m not stupid. But just tell me if it’s that bad again,” she tried to seem casual, sipping her iced coffee but it sounded a little too rehearsed.
“I’m fine. You don’t need to worry,” his teeth grit together. Turning into the parking lot of their university
“‘Cause I know when mom gets weird you get weird. I don’t think she’s taking her medicine again- since dad’s new girlfriend,” she hesitated not knowing what reaction Jim would have.
His fist slammed against the steering wheel, making Medina jump, spilling coffee on her corduroys. “I’m not ‘getting weird’ or whatever, okay?” he yelled. “Yeah, mom’s fucking crazy again, it’s whatever.” He pulled into a parking space a little too quickly and the car lurched.
“You know I didn’t mean it like that,” her voice was smaller than she wanted it to be.
Jim’s jaw was still tense, teeth clenched. He took a deep breath through his nose and rolled his eyes back. “I know you didn’t. I’m sorry for yelling,” he looked over to her and stuck his tongue out a little, the way that usually made her laugh.
She wasn’t laughing. “So it’s gonna be like that, then,” he leaned over and poked her in the ribs, right in the spot that tickled most.
“Jim, stop!” she shrieked, attempting to get away from his long arms. Her laughter bounced in the car. They both smiled.
“Now, go. I know you have ‘Adult Coloring’ or some bullshit,” he loved to make fun of her customized major, full of classes she was taking to one day do what she wanted most, travel and surf. It was a lot of photography, journalism, and some random classes for credits.
“It’s ‘portraiture’, I’ll have you know,” she called over he shoulder before closing the door. Through the open window, she smirked, “Have fun with your blocks or whatever you do.”
He let out a groan that turned into a laugh, “It was once!” he shouted to her back, walking to campus’ central. He had been trying to figure out the flow and perception of this one project he was working on, so yeah he brought out some Legos to visualize it. That’s architecture for you.
What she’ll never mention is that she distracted him and then proceed to spend the entire night on the living room floor trying to one-up each other's towers. Jim using what he had learned from four years of design and structural classes while Medina relied on ‘just staking them up until they fall.’ Her’s was taller by two blocks and she will never let it go.
Grabbing his backpack he decided to pull the small baggie of pills out and place them in an empty plastic cup, hidden under the seat. Out of sight, out of mind. He was almost off his last bender and held a small glimmer of hope that this would be the last time. The back of his mind was already itching for another fix, reminding him to be even more careful around Medina.
Planning for a long day in the library, still trying to find a topic for his senior thesis, he grabbed Medina’s unfinished iced coffee and headed into the beating sun with a brave face painted on.
--
No. No. No. He coughed up more bile, spilling from his throat into the toilet in front of him. It was disgusting, he knew, but he needed to rest his head on the seat of it, cool porcelain taming the heat that coursed through him. He dry heaved this time, causing the head-splitting migraine to reappear.
“Jim?” his mother knocked on the bathroom door. “Jimmy, are you okay?” The handle jiggled but it was locked.
“I’m fine, mom,” he breathed through his nose, trying to stare straight ahead to stop the room from spinning.
“I can hear you in there. Are you sick, honey?”
“Food poisoning. I’m fine.” Short words. Short sentences. The sound of his own voice making him want to smash his head on the tile, hopefully blacking out.
“Let me in,” she demanded. The thought of her being around him made him retch again, this time probably for the last time as there was nothing left to vomit up. But, from experience, he knew to sometimes just go along with Sandy rather than fighting. Especially when he was feeling like this, he had no fight left in him.
He crawled over to the door and managed to unlock it, Sandy not missing a beat and plowing into the room. “Jim!” She kneeled next to him and immediately put her hand over his sweaty forehead. Admittedly, her cool hand felt nice.
“It’s just food poisoning, mom. I’m fine,” he whispered and leaned into her- an instinct leftover from childhood. “Just need to sleep.” Chills wracked his body but sweat was clinging to every pore, the dark circles under his eyes almost red. His irises still shined a brilliant blue.
Sandy put her arm around him and helped to bring him to his feet. They shuffled into his room, his mother rambling about how California sushi can’t be trusted because so many of the people eat it, its mass produced.
Jim wished she would shut the fuck up.
He didn’t fully recognize how, but he was laying in his bed, tee shirt removed, blankets pushed off the mattress. In the fetal position, he slowly rocked himself willing the nausea away. He nearly lept out of his skin when Medina suddenly appeared, replacing Sandy.
“He likes to be alone when he’s sick,” Medina tried to reason to their mother, recalling when they were kids how Jim would always shy away from attention when he was sick, preferring to suffer in silence.
“He doesn’t like to be alone, he likes to be with you,” their mom spit out and turned on her heel, leaving Medina in the doorway holding a glass of water.
She made her way closer Jim, placing the glass on the nightstand. Perching on the side of the bed, she ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair, grimacing a little. He sighed under her touch and closed his eyes again.
“Thank you,” she whispered, mindful of his migraine. His eye cracked open and managed to convey his confusion. “I know what this is.”
“It’s food poisoning, that’s what it is. It’s that bullshit sushi we stopped for. Thanks for that,” he scoffed. She knew he didn’t mean any of it, that he was hurting. She could see his muscles twitch under his thin skin. They reminded her of springs, coiled and ready. His eyes screwed shut again and he nuzzled into her thigh. She could hear the small cries he was trying to hold back.
“We had the same thing for lunch, Jim. We split it,” she observed, letting him know his jig was up. She felt his head shake.
“Okay, then. It’s the stomach flu. Same thing, Jesus. Let it go,” he attempted to growl out but the intent wasn’t there. She held out the glass of water she had brought in and he was never more grateful for their twin telepathy ‘thing’. He managed to prop himself up and take a few slow sips. “Thank you,” he mumbled and handed the glass back to his sister, relishing the cool that washed down his throat.
Laying on his back he tried to stare ahead again, this time at the blank ceiling above him. He briefly thought about going outside to look up at the sky, but remembered that any sort of movement was practically impossible at the moment. His body ached as he had just run a marathon. Joints tight, frozen in place, he continued to lay on his back trying to regulate his breathing. 5 seconds in, 5 seconds out. He counted.
Medina continued to run her cool hands over his head and face. It only felt good because it was her. His other half, a strange extension of himself. Or probably he was the extension-Medina was already her own person. She didn’t need him anymore. His thoughts made him start rocking again, seeking any sort of primal comfort.
As if on cue, he felt the bed shift and she started to leave. Before she could, he managed to grab her wrist. “Don’t.” Only his lips moved. “Please.”
“I’ll be right back. I’m just getting more water,” she went to pull the blankets over him as the had shivers started despite his constant sweating. He nodded, content with her answer.
He thought that maybe he had finally started to drift off to sleep but was awakened by yelling. Sandy. At Medina, of course. Their shouts were muffled by the door and the fact that he couldn’t really think straight helped a bit, but his head still throbbed.
Sandy was going off about how Medina was always so judgemental towards her. Medina was snapping back with questions of why she wasn’t the ‘favorite’ twin. Sandy didn’t bother trying to hide it and plainly stated that she liked Jim better because he cared for her. Loved her. Medina started ranting about how this was just like last time. Last time, when things were Not Good. When Jim, the favorite, was Not Good. She suggested that maybe Sandy wasn’t that great of a mother if she didn’t love one of her children and couldn’t even manage to keep the one she liked from spiraling, practically killing himself.
Jim ground his teeth willing them to stop.
“This isn’t like last time for god’s sake,” Sandy screeched. “And it wasn’t my fault. Jim’s fine. Just like he was last time. It was a stupid mistake, once. He hasn’t touched that shit since, I’ll have you know,” she huffed. “Don’t make things worse than they are.”
Medina wasn’t about to out Jim. She was just trying to drop subtle enough hints that maybe Sandy would get the picture that things weren’t all that great.
Medina and Jim knew what was really going on in the other room. He was trying to detox from everything he had been taking in for the past few weeks. The two of them knew, and that’s the only thing that mattered.
Jim continued to hear them screaming from one thing to another. It was Sandy treating Jim like a husband, then it was how Phil was a bad father, then it was school, then Jim, then back to Phil, then Medina’s apathy, then back to Jim.
It always went back to Jim.
In a further attempt to block it out he rolled onto his side to his body’s dismay. Everything screamed in protest. When he opened his eyes he was greeted with the almost empty glass of water resting on the nightstand. His eyes narrowed in on the draw. Oh shit. Oh fuck.
To his horror and delight, he remembered the two small tablets he had pushed in the back of the drawer. For emergencies only, he told himself when he had placed them there. They went completely forgotten for so long he couldn’t even properly remember what they were. As if a puppet on a string, he propped himself up and opened the drawer, feeling the contents with long fingers. He felt the thin plastic and pulled the baggie out.
Directly depositing both of the pills on the back of his tongue, he used the last sip of water his sister had brought to swallow them. Shortly thereafter, he finally fell asleep.
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27 & bughead!
Here’s a little pre-relationship pranking for you!
xxxx
“If we get caught I’m blaming you.”
Betty giggled and shifted closer to him in the small bathroom. “No one will believe you, Juggie. Remember the great frog escape last semester?”
The memory of all those frogs jumping down the hallways and away from their certain fate as Dr. Beaker’s freshman project brought a ghost of a smile to his lips. It had been worth the three weeks of detention just to watch the chaos that unfolded.
Jughead’s small smile fell as he realized he’d been the only one in detention for that particular stunt. Somehow Betty had managed to slip away unseen and he’d become the patsy, the fall guy for an ethical protest he didn’t really care all that much about. This time around, though, it hadn’t been hard at all to convince him that something really did need to be done about Reggie and Moose. Especially since they’d stolen his hat and played keep away with it for almost a week before one of the teachers finally stepped in.
If this worked, he’d be her patsy again. He was the obvious suspect. Assigned to the same room, only he and Archie had access to the other door key. And no matter how much he might plead, no matter how he might argue, he’d still be the only one to fall under the microscope of the horror that was chaperone suspicion.
This blonde was far more cunning than even he gave her credit for. If it had been anyone else, Jughead would have already stormed out the door. He was already in enough trouble for falling asleep in Burberry’s pointless ‘Esteem And You’ class.
But as Betty had pointed out to him earlier, even if this did go sideways it wasn’t as if they’d be able to ship him back home. Mrs. Andrews had already paid for Jughead’s spot on the field trip. The worst that would happen is he’d be shuffled into one of the parents rooms to sleep on their couch. Even without getting in trouble that was preferable to the hell on earth that was sharing a hotel room with Reggie and Moose Mason.
“Cooper, you are an enigma.”
Betty laughed, her smile brighter than it had been in ages (oh, how he missed that smile), and reached into her coat pocket to pull out a blue bottle. Her elbow grazed his chest in the confined space. All he wanted to do was grasp her forearm and say something witty, charming, sly like the actors who graced the screens of the Twilight.
But she was Betty and he was Jughead. In every universe imaginable she ended up with some stand up guy who wore brand new designer clothes, had three degrees from Harvard, and defended those who couldn’t defend themselves. Probably someone named Chad, or Adam, or Archie. While he? Well, so long as he had a hot cup of coffee, a burger, and a pen and paper he’d be able to make it through another day.
That knowledge planted his feet to the laminate tile beneath him while he watched Betty pour Reggie’s overpriced mousse down the drain. Carefully, she screwed the lid off her own bottle. A foul stench crowded the room around them and Jughead reached across her to flip on the air vents.
“Are you sure this will work?” Jughead asked through coughs.
Betty nodded, her cheeks red from the stench. She tipped the bottle over the mousse and poured a thick, pink liquid into it.
As she was screwing the lid shut, the hotel door opened with a bang that rattled the bathroom mirror. Betty and Jughead glanced at each other, eyes wide. The sounds of the football team were loud as a train with the door open. Jughead cursed himself for not resisting Betty insistence that he be in the bathroom with her.
“Hide,” he hissed.
“Where?”
He herded her into the shower. Just as he’d pulled the curtain behind them the bathroom door opened and brought with it two of Jughead’s least favorite people.
“What’s that stench?” Moose asked loudly.
“Probably Jones and his cheap shampoo,” Reggie said with glee. “Must be why he wears that stupid hat all the time. His hair probably smells to much without it.”
Jughead slid down to sit in the tub. He stared at the space between his feet because it was easier than seeing the pity on Betty’s face. No matter where he went, it seemed, he couldn’t escape the reality of his financial situation. He’d known for a long time his family had gone without things his classmates had, but it wasn’t until high school that his realized it. And once they had, Reggie and his ilk had pounced on it.
Betty sat down across from him. She reached for his hand and squeezed it.
“What’s in the blue bottle? Looks too expensive to be Jones’,” Moose asked in the same way he’d asked the literature teacher what a cliche was.
“Whatever it is, don’t touch it or you’ll end up a poor weirdo too,” Reggie said with a braying laugh.
The shower curtain shifted as one of the Dumb and Dumber crew shoved at the other. God, they were wrestling while he and Betty were stuck in a shower having to listen to their scintillating conversation.
Jughead couldn’t imagine a way he could be more embarrassed. But if there had been, Reggie and Moose would be the first to find it if they looked in the shower. They had been the bane of Jughead’s existence the moment he’d stepped into Riverdale high. While the pair had taken Archie under their wing in an attempt at bro-ification, Jughead had been their designated object de ridicule from day one.
The situation could be worse, it would always be worse. His parents had taught him that. But the overall experience still wasn’t pleasant
He dared to glance up at Betty, and found her simmering with the same rage she’d had when she found out just what, exactly, had been put in the cafeteria’s vegetarian options. When she caught him looking at her she smiled at him, the same closed lip mask she’d worn since the day she’d been outfitted for braces in sixth grade. Jughead knew that Betty didn’t care about his socio-economic status, but it still stung for anyone else to hear the same jeers he was subjected to in the hallways of Riverdale.
He dropped his eyes to the tub between them and Betty nudged his foot with her own as if trying to get his attention. When he looked up again, Betty mouthed something that looked a lot like ‘Moose next?’
Jughead nodded. Even if she’d called him a goose-head, or wanted to go get juice after this he’d still agree. He’d agree to almost anything so long as she’d still be his friend after everyone found out just how great she was.
Eventually Moose and Reggie took their repressed flirtation out of the room, all the while rating girls on their hotness level. Betty rolled her eyes, her cheeks growing redder and redder as the pair went through the rest of their grade. Jughead mimed gagging himself and Betty bit her lip to keep from laughing.
The hotel door slammed shut and Jughead reached for the shower curtain. Betty caught his arm and shook her head.
“They might have forgotten something,” she whispered.
Jughead dropped his arm, and a flare of happiness went through him when Betty didn’t move her hand.
True to her words, Moose scrambled back into the room a few moments later and hustled into the bathroom. He left as quickly as he’d come and finally Jughead was allowed to move the shower curtain back.
The pair clambered out of the tub, the jovial atmosphere from before Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum’s interruption long gone. Their words echoed through Jughead’s mind and he hated how it got to him. They’d all known on some level that the Jones’ family wasn’t as well off as the Andrews or the Coopers, but it wasn’t until middle school that it became tangible. Archie’s family could afford the cost of sports equipment and trainers, while the Coopers could afford band and wood shop and Polly’s cheerleading expenses.
But when Jughead had asked his mother if he could sign up for the yearly school trip in seventh grade, a cost of $30 for the day, she’d only sighed and taken the form from him. She stuck it the refrigerator and promised to find the money somehow.
Two years later, the form was still on stuck to the fridge’s door buried beneath layers of overdue bills and collection notices. His mother had left both the bills and her son six months ago, leaving nothing but empty promises in her wake. Jughead still hadn’t the heart to take the yellowing form down. Some childlike, hopeful part of him wondered if she’d remember it one day and try and make it up to him. It was a lie he told himself whenever he caught sight of it.
“They’re idiots. Both of them,” Betty huffed as she pulled Reggie’s overfilled bathroom bag towards her. “I can’t believe Polly had a crush on either one of them.”
Jughead watched as she unscrewed another bottle labeled with unfamiliar script and poured half of it down the drain. She uncapped the blue bottle and poured its contents in. With the skill of a pharmacist, she screwed the top back on and handed it to Jughead.
“Shake this really, really well.”
Betty then reached towards Moose’s zip lock bag, helpfully labeled with a cartoon moose drawn on it. She pulled out a bottle of conditioner and opened it only to dump half of it into the sink.
“I thought you just wanted to get back at Reggie.”
While he wasn’t opposed to the idea, Jughead was amazed that Betty would be so willing to pull Moose in on the prank as well.
“If they’re close enough to bad mouth you, they’re close enough to suffer the same fate,” Betty said as she poured out the rest of the blue bottle. “Besides they both stole your hat together. If we leave Moose out of this we’re no better than they are.”
She screwed the lid back onto both bottles and slipped the blue one into an inside pocket of her jacket. The other she picked up and shook vigorously, a mirror image of Jughead.
“How do you think they’re going to react after this? Depression, despair, destruction?” she asked. She leaned against the bathroom sink in thought. “I’d like to think they’d fall into each other arms, sobbing and promising to change their ways.”
Jughead snorted. “The only thing that would change their ways would be a restraining order and a stint in juvie.”
Betty tsked and place her bottle back into Moose’s bag. “Where is your faith in humanity, Jughead? Didn’t Charles Dickens teach you man can always change for the better?”
He set the other bottle back into Reggie’s bag. He zipped it up and set it back in the corner where it still covered almost a third of the counter space.
“Yeah, once they’re old and have ruined a thousand people’s lives. Nothing like a Christmas dinner to shed off years of emotional abuse by your employer.”
Betty sighed and leaned her head against Jughead’s shoulder as she looked over her handiwork. “Well, maybe it won’t take that much. Maybe once they’re both bald they’ll realize how important a hat is in winter.”
“Maybe,” Jughead said softly.
They both knew it wouldn’t. Nothing could knock either Reggie or Moose off the top of the social pile, but at least this would bring the rest of the school some joy. Not to mention ruin their yearbook pictures.
With their task taken care of, Betty tugged at Jughead’s sleeve. Together they made their way to the restaurant downstairs where Archie was waiting for them completely unaware of what had transpired.
To the disappointment of both schemers, the rest of the weekend went without incident. On Monday, though, neither could contain their amusement as Reggie and Moose walked through the halls with their own beanies pulled down low over their ears.
As they passed, Betty turned to Jughead and loudly said, “Looks like beanies are in this year.”
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Prompt list here!
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alright bro im gonna do all the ask so. U Know You're Doin Em Too
Hot read more since there’s so maaaaaany
1. if you were to have Hanahaki disease, what flowers would you cough up?
I feel like this is entirely based on who i’m feeling the one sided love for? (I googled Hanahaki disease and i’m all about that shit no doubt there) But like, maybe daffodils?
2. if someone were to catch Hanahaki disease for you, what flowers would they cough up?
Uh Roses motherfucker, you’re welcome
3. if you were any historic trope, what would you be? (i.e., the knight, the town baker, the witch of the forest, etd.)
Ok so like on the one hand I love lances, so fucking much, so I’m like big into Knights for that and like protecting people (and/or a beautiful prince cause like, you know), but I also really love the idea of just being like, a traveling fighter of some kind, leading a troupe of loveable idiots or being in a troupe as a loveable idiot. I want to be Iron Bull is what I’m trying to say I guess????? or like, Krem? who knows
4. tell us about your ideal battle outfit.
Ok so I’m torn again. Cause protection and ease of movement are super important, so like a breastplate and some kind of back protection, maybe a shield? or maybe a sick gauntlet arm like Ike from Fire Emblem cause he knows what’s up, and then some minor leg armor to keep the front of my thighs and calves safe and like a shield since those fuck am I right?? On the other hand: If you look like a Thot, the enemy is distracted and an easy target. I’m talking chainmail crop top, plate armor booty shorts, stupid looking heel shoes(?) for maximum thot energy, and of course a whip, either that i use or just have for the thot energy.
5. what would you be a god/goddess of and what would people sacrifice to you?
I think like, a minor deity that helps people make small to mediumish choices (i.e. talk the left or right path, call or don’t call this person), and then like, a cute little charm that people just kinda crush or burn before asking about the choice feels good, feels organic.
6. name five iconic quotes that make you feel things.
Now, I don’t know a lot of quote to be honest, but here’s some paraphrased stuff:
“Now that larping exists dnd is like, not the least cool thing to do”- Travis McElroy
“Yeah I have a pickle allergy, what about it *Pickle eating sounds*” -Me, often
“I fucked your dad” -Me during a quiplash game? And often yeah I’ll admit this
I don’t remember what’s said, but the scene in the Count of Monte Cristo where he just shows off all his sick skills to be like “Yeah I’ll murder the fuck out of your homeboy if he tries to step up to me”.
“All Magicians are inherently inclined to kill” -That unraveled about Megaman robots who get sentience
7. scythe, battle axe, broad sword, spear or trident?
Ok so like, Scythe for formal occasions/when I want to just look good cause I think their a sexy as hell weapon, at me if you want to be I know I’m right. Battle Axes are cool and like, really useful during a siege since you can easily bust stuff down with it and it lets you cut spears in half so you look dope as hell, like, Hector of Ostia if you’re out there, yes you’re correct. Broad Swords are like, just in general really good, you can use it in a duel, a battle, a coronation, magic rituals if you’re really feeling fancy, the list is just endless, a real classic all purpose weapon. Spears are for fucking losers, fuck you if you use a spear sword fight me like a fucking real fighter or get out of here none of this reach bullshit. Tridents are like spears but just, inherently sexier? You know? Like 1 point is stupid and boring, but 3? that’s some good shit. But really fuck all these weapons whips are lances are where it’s at yes feel free to at me again.
8. what combination of natural scents would you use as perfume?
Now this i have like, actually no idea for, but like, just tons of flowers. I just take like a fistful of flowers and rub them on my face.
9. ancient scrolls or leather-bound books?
Oh you know I’m about that leather-bound book life! Fuck A scroll, that is just a piece of paper that is going to tear and be illegible in like 5 years. A nice bound book though? *Chefs kiss*
10. describe yourself as if you were a storm.
A summer rain. It comes in quickly and is gone by the turn of the hour. A brief respite during the dry season, and gone before it can become a disaster.
11. what type of flower (other than a rose) would you offer someone you were trying to court?
First of all op, get the fuck off my back Roses or nothing. Secondly a big sunflower.
12. honey in milk or cinnamon in tea?
Um, neither??????????????????
13. cabin in the woods, apartment in the city or mansion in the suburbs?
Honestly an apartment in the city would be nice but like, living in the woods is the prime chance to be a local mystery.
14. curtains of beads or lace?
Probably lace? Do beads block light?
15. vocal or instrumental music?
I am a big fan of instrumental
16. describe your ideal fantasy outfit
Step one, big cape, it doesn’t touch the ground while on my shoulders but goes about mid calf. Step two, leather armor, it’s light and easy to move in, and provides good protection. Step three, Mask, nothing like flashy, just a plain black mask, preferably a full mask if i’ve got some magic to see with not my eyes, other wise like a typical masquerade mask
17. of all the fantasy races to ever exist, which one would you be?
Fuck. This is so hard. I want to be, so many. No you know what, fuck it. I wanna be a Dragonborn Tiefling hybrid, I’m talking cool horns, I’m talking sweet tail, you already know I can spit literal fire out of my face. Fucking try and get at me I dare you.
18. hard candy, fruit preserves or spice cake?
I love hard candy to just suck on, but my teeth do not.
19. show us an a picture of your ideal crown.
if you don’t think this crown fucks, get out of my face
20. tying your hair up using ribbon, yay or nay?
I’ve had my hair long enough for that like once, and I don’t really like tying my hair up tbh
21. an evening in the forest with elves, a night in the caves with vampires or a morning in the garden with fae?
Um. Bold of you to say I’m not hitting up all these parties??? Like def vampires first since the elven party is advertised to go for like 5 hours, but we all know it goes on for like 4 months and I can’t party that long as a mortal you know. And like you hit the fae up last since you literally are gonna be stuck there the rest of your life after one (1) round of truth or dare
22. tell us, in detail, about a curse a witch would put on you.
Like, in all honesty the biggest thing a witch could do to me via curse would just be to make my right arm like full unusable. Not gone or broken. Just like, it’s slow, I can’t always get it to fully hold onto something so it drops everything, there’s always a small feeling of discomfort, not pain just a minor annoyance, in the knuckles of the hand.
23. talking with sylphs or singing with nymphs?
I get kicked out of the nymph singing area after four seconds of
24. mint, rosemary, basil or sage?
I fucking go wild for the smell of basil don’t even try me
25. favorite childhood story? (doesn’t have to be a fairy tale)
I remembered Inkheart recently and like, I honestly really liked that book
26. tell us about an experience you’ve had that seemed unreal or supernatural. (doesn’t have to be scary)
Sophomore year of college, I realized that all the people around me were people I actually enjoyed spending time with, and it just felt so weird to be there after all the just nonsense that had happened up till then
27. would you rather have poison or healing ointment in your traveling pack?
healing duh? You think I’d ever remember i have the poison one? nope not me!
28. tell us three sayings that you live by.
Try and be a little nicer, unless they really don’t deserve it. Walk away sometimes. Eat food and don’t think about it.
29. vials or mason jars?
Oh get me those vials baby!
30. describe your ideal masquerade ball outfit (mask included).
OH HELL YES. Get me that suit, it’s a sweet dark red with rose colored vest underneath, the jacket and pants have flower vines on them that 100% connect to a big ass rose on the back of the jacket. The mask is more or less this guy:
31. splashing around in a river with mermaids or flying through the sky with harpies?
I can literally swim any day so let’s fly
32. what would you end up in the dungeon for?
Ok i didn’t understand this one at first so I’m keeping my initial reply below and the real one is: You know I beat some like high ranking knight or minor noble in a duel to humiliate them and no i didn’t think it through so here i am lol.
3 things: A talking magic weapon (Probably a sword but i’m down for other options). A certain someone is going in and I’m not letting him go in without someone to keep him safe. There’s dragon eggs that work like the Eragon dragon eggs and I am already waist deep in dead enemies getting one of those babies.
33. if you were a fairy, what color would your wings be?
Take a wild fucking guess
34. if you could have any magical item, what would it be?
God this is so hard, but I think a magic flower that when you pluck one if its petals you can undo a recent event, up to like ten minutes or so.
35. what song would the bards sing about you when you passed by?
I’ll say the Death of Me by Meg Myers
36. would you rather be a pirate or a king/queen?
God that’s hard, Like yeah pirates are cool but i’d love to be royalty and just get to do good shit for the people and also not have scurvy.
37. would you spend more time in the field of flowers, the tavern, the docks or the marketplace?
Hmmm, I think the Tavern as like the number 1, and then a tie for docks and field, and the marketplace in last since i hate crowded areas i need to buy things in
38. would you have a painting of yourself?
Only if I ever ride a dragon and then have a painting to immortalize the moment, and only if the dragon helps me paint it
39. what skill are you famous for?
I mean, people know I sword fight, fight fight, and program, so like, those? and I guess my sick dnd skills
40. if you could live any fairy tale, which one would you?
Fuck if I can think of one!
41. stained glass windows or fairy lights?
Ok Stained glass windows literally slap so like, you already know
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yo lemme get that director’s cut on the latest chapter of amber!! i love your work!! - 💙
AHHhh!! Thank you so much!! Thank you for the ask! I’ll put it under the cut just in case someone hasn’t read chapter 10 of Amber yet! I’ll probably have chapter 11 of Amber up tonight or tomorrow morning!
Send me a ‘director’s commentary’ or a star!
This chapter gives me a lot of feels, it hurt to write honestly.
Chapter 10 is called Surrender in reference to the card that Fitz has pulled from his oracle deck several times in previous chapters but I never told you guys why or what the meaning of that card is. Like I said or rather like Fitz explains in chapter 10, the surrender card means ‘surrender to what you cannot control’. I have an oracle deck that has a surrender card in it, that’s where I got the meaning. You can interpret that in many ways, either surrender to the ways of fate, or you could see it as a death card like in tarot; sweeping change is coming whether you like it or not and you can’t control it. This card has been haunting Fitz since chapter one.
I’ll get back to Fitz later. I wanna talk about how this is the first chapter where both of Amber’s povs finally meet each other. Amber’s plot is so big it needs two povs who are from two separate spheres of Amber’s society in order to tell it! Bee is able to discover pieces of the puzzle that Mason would never be able to and vice versa.
You also would have no idea about the magic in this world if you took away Bee’s perspective. Mason’s world is grey and industrial, his story is more of a thriller and drama. Bee’s world is glittering and elegant, her story is more of a fantasy. Now they are brought together.
What I think is so fascinating and is a bit of a challenge for me and you the reader, is that both povs know things that the other doesn’t. Bee knows about magic, Mason doesn’t really. Mason knows just how cruel Ryan can be, Bee doesn’t. But you the reader know! This, of course, leads to really interesting character dynamics between them. Mason doesn’t trust Bee but Bee is very trusting.
In a way, both characters would thrive as well, if they swapped places. Bee is rebellious, she’s fearless and she wants freedom. She doesn’t like being told what to do. If she were a wild kid like Mason, she’d be unstoppable. Mason is also rebellious, driven and fearless. He also wants to be worth something. He wants power and to be respected. All his life he’s been talked down to and told he’s just a kid. Now that the only person who didn’t talk to him like that is on the verge of death, Mason is tossed adrift. Even though he loves Matt with his all his heart, he sometimes can’t stand the way he talks to him. If he were in Bee’s place, with money and power, he’d be unstoppable. My theme song for Amber is Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush. The encore is;
And if I only couldI’d make a deal with GodAnd I’d get him to swap our placesBe running up that roadBe running up that hillBe running up that building See if I only could….
Kinda sums up the above paragraph.
Another factor I think is important with these two povs is the age difference. Bee is 18 and she was forced to become an adult, a Lady, very quickly. She has a lot of responsibility and while she enjoys the power she has, she also wants the childhood and the lovely world she lost. Mason is 15 years old. He is a b a b y. He is wild and at times uncontrollable. He’s full of fire. However, just because he is young doesn’t mean his actions are excusable. I’m really curious to see your reactions to Mason in the future and the choices he makes.
Above all though, it’s important I think to remember that the main characters in Amber are teenagers. They deal with some really heavy stuff that forces them to mature very quickly but they are all still kids deep down.
Chapter ten is when things get a bit intense with secrets that both povs have. Once at the hotel, Bee goes to talk privately with Fitz. He wants to know what she wants and when he realizes that she just wants to help, he finds himself opening up to this stranger. Chapter ten was really hard to write because Fitz tells you that he will not make it to the end of this story. His sickness will kill him, it’s only a matter of time and there is nothing he can to do to stop it. He must surrender to it.
Fitz trusts Bee with this secret because he knows she just wants to help, so he knows she can make sure that his final wish will happen. Second, she’s an outsider. She’s not a part of the family that Fitz has brought together. Fitz has known since he started coughing that this is the end. He’s known since chapter one. He probably should have told the misfits but now it’s way too late to even think about doing that. Mason is so determined to save Fitz and so are the rest of the misfits. So just think, every time Mason and the others said they will save Fitz, he just has to sit there and smile. Fitz in Amber is probably thee most tragic character I’ve ever written.
And now Bee knows this secret and she has to listen to the misfits say over and over that they will save Fitz now too. In a way, it’s easier now for Fitz that someone else finally knows but now they have to share this weight and Bee will have to carry it for the rest of her life. It’ll also make reading Mason’s chapters now hurt that much more because his number one goal is to save Fitz.
After that angst, I have two scenes that are my favourite in this chapter because of how beautiful and sweet they are! The first is when Bee gives Toby her hair ribbon and capelet. It’s very a soft moment and it makes me smile. The second one is when Bee uses her magic to make Fitz’s oracle cards float in the air. It’s so beautiful and Fitz is amazed. He still has time to see the beautiful things in life and he gets to see magic. Now too, his magic is waking up!! Don’t worry, you will get to see what kind of magic he has soon ;)
At the end of the chapter, you finally get to meet the anarchists! This kicks off the second half of Amber which is absolutely wild. I am so excited to write it. You will meet more interesting characters like Smitty and John soon too! Maybe this world’s version of Karl Marx? You’ll never guess who that is lol As well as two of my favourite comedic relief characters ever.
Smitty and John are super cool characters. Smitty is cockier in this story than he has in past stories I’ve done and John is very suave and confident. They are tough characters and like Mason, they don’t back down from a fight. You’ll see in Chapter 11 what Mason thinks of that.
Also, another note about costumes cause I love them. The anarchist uniform in Amber is inspired by these photos of Maude Adams, an actress from the early 1900s. These photos are from when she starred in a play called L’Aiglon in 1900 in which she played Napoleon. She also went on to play Peter Pan as well!
I have planned a really cool scene in the future *spoiler* involving the misfits, including Fitz and there will be some really cool colour symbolism and I’m so excited to write it.
Chapter 11 will dive even further into the anarchists, who they are and how the misfits will react to them. A lot of the conflicts in both povs lead up to this moment where they have to make this huge decision. Do the misfits join the anarchists and put their own lives on the line to fight back and save Fitz? Does Bee turn her back on Ryan, putting herself at the risk of losing everything, to join them?
It’s gonna be fun!
Thank you for the ask! I love talking about my stories like this!!
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Mirror of Origin | Chapter 1
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Corey Bryant/Mason Hewitt
Characters: Theo Raeken, Liam Dunbar, Mason Hewitt, Corey Bryant
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe, Tomb Raider, Swearing, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Guns, Violence, Minor Character Death, but only bad guys die I swear, Blood, Injury
Summary:
Liam is a young, reckless archaeologist who loves nothing more than to climb into old tombs and find out about ancient cultures, as well as retrieve lost artifacts. On his hunt for the Mirror of Origin, he meets a mysterious group of people claiming they have the same agenda as Liam himself: Rescue old artifacts from the ruins around the world and exhibit them for the people to see them or keep them locked away to avoid them falling into the wrong hands. Especially one of their mercenaries, Theo, makes it hard for Liam to accept working with them in order to get this one special artifact cause Theo and Liam butt heads since their first meeting. When things turn for the worst, however, both have to work together to literally save the world from getting destroyed by an ancient power and maybe, just maybe, they realize the other isn’t as obnoxious as they thought…
Liam wormed his way through a crack in the stonewall and bit back a cough when his movement caused dust to float into the air. He blinked a few times, eyes slowly adjusting to the drastic change from beaming sunlight outside to the dim and shadowy light inside the tomb. He tilted his head and listened to any sounds coming from within but aside from the smaller rocks falling down every now and then and some scorpions scurrying over the rocky ground, nothing extraordinaire reached his ears.
“Okay, I’m in,” he announced and two fingers of his left hand came up to lightly press against the little headset he was wearing in his left ear. His only connection to Mason and Corey right now.
Liam looked around. He stood on a small ledge in an otherwise almost empty passage leading to a crawlway just a few feet away from him. Surely not the main entrance to what Liam was looking for but it would do. So he hopped off the ledge and knelt in front of the opening to peek inside. Nothing but dust and sand, no traps. “Let’s see where this will lead me.” He ducked his head and slowly crawled into the opening.
“Are you sure this is the right place?” Corey asked into his left ear.
Mason huffed out a laugh. “Sometimes I think Liam loves crawling through tombs so much, he would even do it knowing full well it’s the wrong place.”
Liam grinned while he crawled further and further. “You know, there’s just something about exploring a tomb that way. Should try it too sometime.”
“I’ll pass,” Mason muttered and Liam heard the clatter of a keyboard. “You are too far into the mountain right now, I can’t determine your exact location.”
“It’s okay. Seems pretty peaceful right now,” Liam comforted his best friend.
“You said the same thing back in Syria, shortly before a gun was pressed to your temple,” Corey reminded him and Mason let out a series of distressed sounds.
“Do you have to remind me, babe?”
Liam rolled his eyes and smiled fondly while Corey sighed into his ear. He had lost count how often Mason had voiced his worry about Liam literally risking his life in the name of exploring and archaeology and how often the two friends argued about it, even before Corey came into the team. Corey, Mason’s boyfriend, and basically Liam’s other best friend proved to be great at providing a middle ground between Mason and Liam since he too was worried about Liam but also took it a bit more lightly than Mason did. Doesn’t mean he always got away without a discussion.
“He will be fine, Mase. He’s far away from a warzone right now. Besides, Liam is a big boy, he can watch out for himself.”
“Have you met him? I sometimes wonder how he even reached the age of twenty-three,” Mason squeaked.
“Thanks to your unconditional love and care?” Corey asked sweetly.
“You two are aware I can hear you?” Liam asked while he reached the end of the crawlway and swiftly came to his feet again in a large chamber. He looked around and for a moment it took his breath away. The walls were covered in colorful murals, color bleached out with the ages but still impressive nonetheless, showing various situations with the same group of people, follower of a once powerful emperor. One mural showed the Emperor and his followers crossing a wild river, one showed them infiltrating a village, another one them all fighting another group. With a happy laugh, Liam pulled his camera out of his pocket and filmed every single mural.
“To answer your question, Corey, this is the right place. I found The Emperor’s tomb.”
He pointed the camera towards the middle of the room where a sarcophagus had been placed on a little rising. Some part of the ceiling had been worn down by the weather over the decades and had fallen to the ground, so the sun was streaming through the cracks and onto the beautifully crafted thing, embellished with gems and golden symbols. “This is incredible.”
“Your instinct was right again, congratulations.” Mason seemed really happy about this and Liam heard Corey whoop as well. “And you think the Mirror of Origin is in the sarcophagus?”
“It has to. I researched everything about Ferguson’s expeditions. From what he wrote in his entries, he found it and then brought it to a safe place. That’s what I made out of the gibberish he wrote. Old man got a tiny bit paranoid at the end of his days. Lord knows why. He wrote about the Emperor a lot too, it makes sense he would take the artifact and put it into a tomb without any relation, in a different country even. Emperor and the Mirror were the two biggest things he researched. If it’s not here, it is probably lost forever.”
While he had talked, Liam had wandered around in the chamber before he rounded the sarcophagus and took pictures of every side of the sarcophagus. Only when he had every angle and every detail on film, Liam put away his camera. “I’m about to open it.”
He took a step closer and felt the ground under his right boot sink in. It took his brain only seconds to register and he barely had time to stumble back when spears shot out of the ground and surrounded the sarcophagus in a circle.
“Holy shit!” Liam wheezed and stared at the very dangerous and very spiky wooden laths from where he had fallen flat on his ass.
“Was that a trap? Did you just trigger a trap? You did trigger a trap, am I right?” Mason scolded him and Liam gulped.
“Fuck, almost got served Liam on a stick.”
“Dammit, Liam, what did we say about being careless?”
“Are you okay though?” Corey asked and Liam nodded, even though they could not see him.
“Yeah. Shook but still without any unnecessary holes in my body.”
He got to his feet again and dusted his palms up. Then he narrowed his eyes at the spears and circled the trap. His eyes trailed over the ground to see any mechanism that could revert the trap. And finally, he found some lighter looking stone in the ground and grabbed one of his pistols. A quick shot on the trigger and the spears retracted into the ground.
„Hah!“ Liam let out a triumphant yell and then took a large step over the spots the spears had shot out from. Only when he safely stood right next to the sarcophagus, he let out a relieved breath. This seemed safe, for now. He had encountered too many tombs and traps to ever feel completely safe but this was a start.
“Just be careful,” Mason mumbled when Liam anxiously pushed the lid aside. Old graves sometimes had yet another trap inside the sarcophagus, better safe than sorry. However, this time nothing happened and when Liam peeked inside, he knew why.
The sarcophagus was empty.
“What? This can’t be happening! It’s empty! That’s…that’s impossible!” Liam could not believe his eyes. There had to be a joke and he even reached inside to find a false bottom inside the sarcophagus but there was none.
He lurched back and luckily managed not to trigger the spears again, even though Liam already felt like he had been speared. It had been months since he started to research the Emperor and Ferguson’s expeditions. Months full of dead ends and promising clues that almost always ended in yet another disappointment until he finally found that one trail that lead him to where he was now. And now it was yet another dead end? This was more than he could grasp.
“It’s empty? So, this isn’t the right place?” Corey questioned hesitantly.
Liam groaned and ran both hands through his hair while he paced back and forth. “It is the right place! This is the Emperor’s tomb, he is just not there!”
“Do you mean somebody else got him and took him away?” That was Mason this time.
Liam groaned again. “I don’t know! It seems unlikely. Must have missed something. But what did I miss? Where did I go wrong? Where was my mistake?”
He glared at the mural of the Emperor fighting another army. “What you’re looking at?” He barked at the stupid painted guy who – of course – didn’t answer. Liam’s glare intensified and if looks could kill, the wall probably would have exploded under the force of his scowl. He eyed the way the Emperor swung his word and looked at the enemies in his path. Stupid painting of a stupid guy with his stupid sword and his stupid horse and his stupid way of peering at…
“What you’re looking at?” Liam asked again, less furious this time, and he stepped closer to the mural. The Emperor was not really looking at his enemies upon closer inspection, seemed to be looking over their heads. Liam followed his line of sight and turned around. He had expected the Emperor to eye his own sarcophagus but the angle was too far left for that to work. He peeked at a naked wall instead. Liam frowned. Either the creator of his mural had seriously been drinking while working or that had been intended. He slowly stepped closer to the wall and ran his hands over it. Aside from a small cleft in the wall, nothing too special. And yet Liam could not shake the thought the painting was a hint.
He had always been one to listen to his instincts, his mom used to tell him it was one of his strongest traits and would lead him far in life, and while others saw it as impulsive and it sometimes got him into big trouble, Liam never let this trait get taken away from him. It had lead him to so many great things already in his life and so he grabbed his climbing axe and rammed it into the cleft.
“Are you breaking things again?” Corey inquired when pieces of the wall crumbled loudly and fell to the floor but Liam refused to answer. He didn’t have to anyway, his friends knew him. He rather kept working on making the cleft bigger to see what was behind this wall.
And finally, it was big enough Liam could worm his way through. A quick first look behind the wall confirmed his suspicion, there was yet another chamber carefully hidden behind the first one. Liam slipped inside and waved some cob webs away. The second chamber was a lot smaller than the first one and way less splendid. Light only fell through small holes up in the otherwise rough stone wall of the mountain the whole tomb was hidden in. Left and right were some swords, shields, and armors placed, maybe once placed on wooden shelves which had fallen apart over the decades. And on the end of the chamber stood yet another sarcophagus, plain, made from simple wood and with artsy carvings but nothing compared to the gems and gold from the first. At first glance, this was probably a servant’s grave, buried with their master in the first chamber, a common practice for the Emperor’s followers as Liam knew. The weapons were probably belongings from the warlord once buried here, that’s what it looked like at least. Yet Liam didn’t let it fool him. He had tapped into the clever illusion at first as well but he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
“Whatever it is you found now, we’re losing you. The connection….” Mason’s voice had been distorted while he spoke and then failed altogether when the connection had been lost. Seemed like Liam was too far into the mountain. Well, the connection got lost sometimes, he didn’t really pay this too much mind at the moment.
He hurried over to the second sarcophagus instead (no trap this time, thank god) and pushed the lid aside. The stench of stale air and death erupted and Liam coughed and waved his hand to make the smell evaporate. He glanced inside the sarcophagus and this time he didn’t get disappointed. A skeleton lay there, with a large sword in his hands. The sword of the Emperor.
“You sly bastard! Making everyone believe they found your grave when it’s just for the cover! Clever son of a bitch!” Liam smiled happily, excited at the aspect of finally finding what he had been looking for all these months. He pushed the lid further aside, eyes scanning the bones inside to find the Mirror of Origin.
And there was no mirror but what was there was some old document roll made from leather, created to protect important documents from wind and weather. Its brown-reddish color almost made it blend it with the dark color of the wood and Liam could imagine one was able to overlook it quite quickly when only looking for the sword or the Mirror. He reached for it and pulled the little roll out of its hiding spot next to the Emperor’s elbow. The roll was too young to be from the Emperor’s decade and the patterns on the roll itself also didn’t fit with the time so Liam guessed somebody had left it here later on. Maybe Ferguson?
“If you send me on another journey around the globe I will scream,” he muttered and meant the late Arthur Ferguson, that one person who had started this whole adventure with his entries about the Mirror and the Emperor.
Liam opened the roll and pulled the document out. It was handwritten in scrawly letters and Liam had a hard time making sense of the words itself. He sighed before he pulled out his flashlight and dropped on the ground, leaned against the sarcophagus, and began to read, the light from the flashlight a big help.
I found the Emperor’s grave. It took me such a long time, I can barely fathom the reality of it, even as I write these words. But it is there and this time it’s no lie. While I’m writing this, I’m looking at the bones of the once mighty man, surrounded by his wealth and belongings.
My journey has come to an end and I can finally rest. While I’m not as old to say dead is upon me, I am old enough to know I will never go on another expedition. It is time for me to return home and find my peace there. And it is time for me to be honest. As a young man, I aspired wealth and success, my measurements were the importance of my discoveries and the reputation I would gain from them. I aspired to find the Mirror of Origin and then the tomb of one of the biggest emperors. With all the knowledge I gained from books and my studies, I thought it would be easy, that I had the intellect to find what many before me failed to discover.
I was foolish.
My studies had led my on the right path, I came close to getting my hands on this powerful artifact; my mind set on all the notoriety it would gain me. I wasn’t prepared for all the gruesome things crossing my path. The horrors I encountered, I don’t wish them upon anybody else. There is something dark, something immensely powerful hidden in the ancient places back in Peru, a source of power defying all description. I don’t know if it is the Mirror itself or something guarding it, I never wanted to find out. While I was prepared for some difficulties during my travels, I wasn’t prepared for death and fear.
I lost men, I lost friends, I lost too much to ever consider the expedition a success. I may know where the artifact is hidden but I will be damned if I ever share it with anybody else. Upon leaving the jungle and all those terrible places, I made a decision. No one else should ever endure those horrors and so I lied. I told everyone I found the Mirror and brought it somewhere safe. It is the only way to make sure no one even ventures into the depth of the Peruvian Jungle in search for the Mirror of Origin.
The Emperor’s grave is hidden and so I’m leaving this here, hoping nobody will ever find it here and if they do, they will be bright enough to not go looking for the Mirror. To those reading this: Don’t do it. Stay away! Stay as far away from those damned places as you can. The seduction of wealth may be strong but you will lose too much to ever make it worth it. Be wiser than I was.
A.Ferguson
Liam felt like he was caught in a cosmic joke. He had read everything Ferguson had ever written and the main point in all of his notes had been him taking the Mirror of Origin and bringing it in his possession. And now he found out it had all been a lie? That old man was messing with him, right?
Torn between screaming in anger and crying, Liam swallowed harshly. He hated the other with such a strong passion in this moment and had Ferguson not been dead since centuries, Liam would personally find him and kick his ass. All for wasting his time and fooling everyone for so long.
And yet…
A small part of Liam remembered how Ferguson’s notes had changed, slowly at first but then it got more and more evident. How he had turned into a nervous, paranoid mess and when Liam considered the dates, it had happened after his Peru expedition. Whatever the archaeologist had encountered it had mentally scarred him for life. So much, living a lie for the rest of his life had been the best option. Liam himself was still young but even he had already encountered enough to know there was more between the earth and the heavens that most people realized and believed and some of that shit was downright terrifying and bat-shit crazy. Had Arthur Ferguson encountered such a thing?
“Area all clear. Team 1 is in!”
The sudden voice ripped Liam from his thoughts and he jerked his head up. Four men, all dressed in tactical military gear and armed with machine guns, had stepped into the chamber, their flashlights attached to their guns and pointed at Liam. He had been so absorbed, he didn’t even hear them approaching.
His right hand dropped to his side, ready to close around his pistol when one of the military guys tseked. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, kiddo.” He raised his gun, ready to shoot, and his team did the same thing. They were clearly not messing and while Liam knew he could fight, four guys with machine guns pointed at his head were too much to take. He still frowned and aimed his own flashlight at the guy who had spoken.
“I’m no kiddo! Besides, you’re not much older than myself!” At least, given what he could see in the dim lighting. Fair skin, pale due to the light, stubbles adorning his strong jaw, and a fucking arrogant smirk on his face. Liam wanted to punch him for that smirk alone.
Military guy raised one eyebrow. “Really? Sassing a guy pointing a gun at your head? That desperate to die?”
“Tell us your name, civilian!” One of the other guys barked and Liam glared at him.
“First name Go, last name Fuck yourself,” he hissed back. His inner Mason, the one Liam liked to call his very own Jiminy Cricket, facepalmed and muttered something about “Way to get shot.” But he hated people being rude towards him. And people pointing guns at him. Mix those two together and you got a combination Liam could absolutely not stand.
The second guy growled and tightened his grip on his gun. “Wrong answer, fucker! I’ll ask a second time: Who are you?”
Their pleasant little chat got disturbed by a woman stepping into the chamber. Her outfit was more of an explorer than a military woman; from her black hair cut short in a neat bob, down to her perfect polished boots, she looked sophisticated and elegant. She looked around with a satisfied smile but when she spotted Liam, her lips formed an “oh”.
“Liam Dunbar, I can’t believe it! Last time I saw you, it was just days after you were born. You have grown so much. And lord, you look so much like your mother.”
He got that a lot and Liam himself had to agree, he had inherited his mother’s facial features, her nose and the curve of her lips. The only difference was his eye color, he had inherited his father’s blue eyes while hers had been grey. Still, it surprised him the stranger recognized that. “You knew my mother?”
The lady nodded. “We have been friends. Not as close as we both would have liked due to our careers but we always enjoyed our time together. Oh, pardon, I completely forgot: My name is Vera.” She had walked over to him and now extended her hand for him to shake. Liam eyed her for a second, then her hand, and back at her face.
“Your guys are still pointing guns at me. Who the hell are you people?”
Vera looked at the military men. “Gentlemen, I think you made your point. Young Liam here surely is no danger. Thank you for your services.” She dismissed and they lowered their guns but stayed behind her, looking like some sort of bodyguards. Something inside Liam twitched. The young Liam part sounded motherly and he didn’t deal well with it. He decided to stay quiet, for now.
Vera meanwhile introduced the group. “We are called the Society of Insight, a very private group working in secret to ensure artifacts are rescued and either put out for people to admire them or stored away in safety to avoid them falling into the wrong hands. Basically, we’re doing the same thing you do, we’re just having a bit more manpower.” She laughed softly and patted his arm. “I cannot stress how honored I feel to work with you. Admittedly, I didn’t expect you to be here but now that you are, we have to make the best out of it. That’s my mantra, always making the best out of a situation,” Vera chirped and Liam would have not been surprised at all if she burst out in a happy little song right the next second, Disney style. She currently acted like the fairy godmother and he was not so sure what to make out of this. It surely was one of the most surreal encounters he ever had in a tomb. And he meet ancient mermaids once!
“Work with me? When did I agree to a cooperation?” He inquired and raised an eyebrow.
Vera gave him a surprised look and then snickered at herself. “Right, right, I may have been getting a little ahead. But you are also looking for the Mirror of Origin, correct?”
Liam narrowed his eyes slightly. It made sense he wasn’t the only one following Ferguson’s hints but that didn’t make it any better. He didn’t fully trust her or her organization. Given what he went through with his family, his mother dying in an accident when Liam had been nine and his dad getting shot when Liam had been twelve, and what he already experienced on his travels, his doubts were absolutely justified. On the other hand, she was a friend of his mother and seemingly someone his mother had trusted around her newborn son. And maybe, just maybe, Liam was too suspicious for his own good most of the time. Also, nobody said he had to tell her everything about himself, his hopes and dreams and deepest secrets, he could play it on a professional level. It was his business, after all. “I do, yeah.” He pointed at the sarcophagus. “But the Mirror is not here.”
They all looked stunned by that and Vera gripped her heart, as if she was having an attack. That woman seemed to like a scene.
“I find that hard to believe,” the guy who had called Liam kiddo drawled and Liam’s glare shot daggers at him. It made him want to punch the guy for a second time today.
“It’s true. Ferguson lied. It’s all in here!” He waved the document he had held in the same hand as the flashlight the whole time. The arrogant bastard narrowed his eyes at Liam but didn’t reach for the document. Vera was the one who held out her hand.
“May I?” She asked softly and Liam handed it over. When he had the choice between her and the guys, he would always choose her.
Now she read what Ferguson had confessed. “This is astonishing. He played so many people for all those years.”
Liam nodded. “Whatever he witnessed in the jungle, it was enough to scare him so much he considered living a lie for the rest of his life worthy enough. And maybe it explains why he got so paranoid at the end of his life. Maybe the trauma finally caught up.”
One of the men sneered. “What’s so scary in the jungle?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Liam replied coldly, “jaguars, traps, the whole nine yards. It is not unreasonable to be scared by that.”
“I wouldn’t be scared at all,” the guy bragged and the one Liam had wanted to punch repeatedly sighed. “Shut the hell up, Donovan.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Raeken.”
Ah, now Liam at least had a name for that one person who had belittled him. Didn’t make him any less of an asshole.
Raeken now simply rolled his eyes at Donovan and then proceeded to ignore him.
“Anyway!” Vera called out and startled Liam. “Since we all fell for Ferguson’s constructed lies, we have to travel back to Peru and start there. Liam, dear, it would be an absolute pleasure if you would travel with us. You’re as brilliant as your mother, working with you would be an amazing opportunity.”
He had worked with others before, Liam wasn’t completely antisocial just because he preferred dusty crypts over a raging club night, and maybe both sides would benefit from this cooperation. While Liam had traveled to Peru himself at the beginning of his studies on the Mirror, he had never really been able to get as deep into the jungle as Ferguson himself had been. He didn’t need to, had the guy stated he had taken the Mirror out of its hiding spot anyway. They already knew dangers were lurking, so maybe traveling there with an armed group of military men was a good idea.
He nodded. “Sounds good.”
******
Liam pressed the phone against his ear and braced one arm on top of the machine while he waited for Mason to accept the call. The little airport they would board the plane to Peru from didn’t have much, but at least a phone with international reception. Finally, his best friend spoke. “Hello?”
“Mase, it’s me.”
“Holy shit, Lee, there you are! We were worried sick after we lost the connection. I’ll put you on speaker, Corey’s with me.”
“Hey, Liam,” Corey greeted.
“Hey. I’m sorry I worried you but you won’t believe what happened.” He launched into an explanation of what had transpired in the Emperor’s tomb and his friends let out sounds of wonder and surprise. When he ended, Liam heard the clatter of a keyboard.
“Society of Insight, I will search for everything I can possible find and direct it at you,” Corey announced.
“When you arrive in Peru, keep your GPS on so we have an idea where you are. You never know when you need support,” Mason told him.
“Thank you, Cor. And, Mase, I will. Can you do me a favor though? Look through my mom’s old notes. Vera said they were estranged friends, maybe mom mentioned her.”
“Sure, buddy. As soon as I find something I will forward it to you,” Mason promised his best friend. It was good to have a backup, even though they were not in the same country.
“Thank you, both of you. I will contact you as soon as I can and fill you in with our process. Take care.”
“Be careful,” Mason instructed him and Liam hung up.
He pushed himself off the phone and wiped the sweat from his brow. He hoped the plane was cooler than the airport hall.
Liam rounded the corner and there leaned Mr. Smug Asshole himself against the wall. When the group had come close to the city, Vera’s group had changed from their strategical gear into tactical pants, plain t-shirts and black bomber jackets. Liam had wondered about the jackets at first but then realized they all had also switched guns and were now carrying semi-automatic pistols. The jackets were simply to cover the weapons.
“What?” He spat out. Something about the guy made his blood boil.
“I was looking for you. The plane is there, we all are there, only one missing is you. So, move your ass!” Raeken pushed himself off the wall and ignored the daggers Liam glared at him.
“I’m not one of your team buddies, I won’t follow your commands. Especially not if you keep talking to me like that.”
Raeken put both hands over his heart as if he was deeply hurt. “Oh, I am sorry, was that not posh enough for you? Let me try again. Moveth his figure towards the flying machine, young lad, before I will store my boot on his behind.”
Liam blinked. “That…absolutely makes no sense. Did you try your hand at Shakespeare? Way off. Way, way off. Don’t try something you know nothing about.”
“Oh, what? Think I never heard of Shakespeare before? Just because I’m not as snobby as you are, doesn’t mean I don’t know shit about literature.”
“Does Vera know you’re charming like that?” Liam crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave him a rather unimpressed look.
Raeken scoffed. “I have no idea what Vera sees in you but what I know is her inviting you to this expedition is a slap in the face of every working person and especially the ones in this society.”
Now that irked Liam. “Why is that so?” He inquired.
“Simple. I could literally go to any well-esteemed university with a good history program, throw a stone and hit at least five other guys like you. Entitled guys who think they’re the shit just because of who their parents are.”
It made Liam bark out a laugh. “Me? Entitled?”
“Oh, you’re not? Then tell me, what did you ever achieved for yourself? I know your mom, Ilona Geyer-Dunbar, I know her work. What have you ever done that can compete? Or even gets remotely close? The only thing you do is carrying the Dunbar name and spending your time crawling through some tombs, digging in the sand a bit, and thinking you’re it. Living your little Lara Croft fantasy. I doubt you ever led an expedition or even were part of one with a remarkable found.”
Liam shrugged nonchalantly. “I found the Emperor’s grave.”
“So did we and if it had not been for Vera, Donovan would have put a bullet through your head. So much for your discovery.”
Maybe the guy was right but Liam would rather spontaneously combust than to admit that. If Vera had not appeared, he probably would be dead by now. He growled. “Bastard!”
Raeken smirked amusedly. “Are you allowed to cuss, kiddo?”
“Stop calling me that!”
“Theo! Can you and our guest please hurry? Vera wants to get to Peru as fast as possible!” One of the other guys from Vera’s team called out all of sudden and interrupted their argument.
Liam looked at the other guy and then back at Raeken. “So your name is Theo Raeken?”
Theo simply shrugged. “Don’t wear it out.”
Don’t worry,” Liam said dryly, “I think dickbag is a better name for you anyway.”
The Thiam Tomb Raider AU finally got off the ground. After I made this edit, I now finally found the time and motivation to start with this story. I am excited and since I’m currently replaying the last three Tomb Raider games I’m also very inspired. So I hope you liked the first chapter and are curious about chapter 2. Tell me what you think in the comments!
Love you all!
#thiam#thiam au#did I say I will write the Tomb Raider AU? I did!#took me some time but here it's the first chapter#Mirror of Origin#My writing
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This Is War
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Author: @ninja-stiles
Words: 3077
Author’s Note: I’m kinda cruel in this fic, but it’ll all work out in the end! This is for @mf-despair-queen since I skipped classes today, so here you go babe! She also proofread this for me. She’s great. Salt of the earth!
Lydia was shoving me into my car, throwing my bag into the backseat as I attempted to get out of the driver’s seat when she slammed the door. “Lydia, I’m not following. Why are you trying to make me leave?” I asked and she sighed, running a hand through her strawberry blonde hair. I rolled down the car window so she could speak to me clearly, since I can’t exactly get out of the car.
“Y/N… You just need to go, for your own safety, okay?” She told me and I narrowed my eyes at her, not doing anything until she explains further. “Fine, you know that the faceless creature that we’ve seen?” Lydia asked and I nodded my head, signaling her to continue. “Well, it’s called the anuk-ite and it spreads fear. The fear has spread to almost about everyone here and with the shit Gerard and his puppet, Monroe, are pulling, everyone’s out to get the supernatural creatures. This means you’re not safe with us,” She explained and the color had drained from my face.
“W-Well, I-I can’t just leave you guys here to die. I want to help,” I pleaded, placing both my hands against the car.
“No, you need to go. Stiles would kill me if something happened to you,” She muttered and I furrowed my eyebrows together in confusion. Why would he… huh?
“Wait… what do you mean Stiles would kill you? I didn’t even get to say goodbye to him, so I don’t understand why he would want to have you take care of me,” I rambled, moving my hands around as she tilted her head to the side, looking at me like I was stupid or something. “I’m not leaving,” I muttered.
Lydia sighed, slapping her hand against her thigh, muttering incoherently. I grabbed my bag from the back seat, stepping out of the car after rolling my window up, standing in front of her. “If you’re going to stay here, you at least need to stay somewhere safe. C’mon, we’re meeting up at Scott’s house.”
I nodded, getting into her car and she begins to drive towards the McCall house, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel. The both of us sat in silence, my mind going back to what she said about Stiles. I glance down at my phone, going into my photo album, seeing selfies of us a few weeks before he left, still a little angry that he had left without even saying goodbye to me. I was his best friend…
Once Lydia pulled up to the house, the two of us got out of the car, walking into the house as Scott, Malia, Liam, Theo, Melissa, Mason, and Chris were there standing in the dining area. They were devising a plan when we walked in, Scott’s eyes turning towards us, widening when he sees me standing with her.
“Lydia, I told you that she needed to get the hell out of this town.” He walked towards us and as she was about to say something, I cut her off.
“I’m not leaving my friends here to die,” I growled, narrowing my eyes at him angrily. “I don’t care if she needs to take care of me because Stiles told her to, but I’m not going anywhere. So, what’s the plan?” I asked.
Scott ran a hand through his hair, letting out a breath. He walked back towards Malia and she rubbed his arm softly, almost lovingly. Just before Scott was about to tell us, the sound of gunshots rang throughout the room, bullets flying everywhere as Chris had grabbed Melissa, pulling her to the floor.
My heartbeat sped up, my hands shaking as I felt pain piercing through my body, looking down at the blood that began flowing from my side. Lydia gasped, pulling me down to the floor, putting pressure against the wound. I tried to sputter out words, my body becoming cold as the gunfire ceased.
“Hey, hey. Keep your eyes open,” Lydia commented and I glanced towards her, my bloody hand grabbing onto her arm. Tears were streaming down her face as Scott crawled towards his mother, who was also bleeding out.
Malia dialed 911, requesting an ambulance since two of us were hurt. I let out a breath, trying to breathe as my eyes became a little heavy.
“If I don't make it…” I started, but Lydia cut me off.
“Shut up. You're going to be fine. You'll be fine,” She muttered mostly to herself, glancing back at Malia. Malia ran over, taking my hand in hers as she took some of my pain, making me gasp a bit.
“J-Just listen. If I don't make it, can someone tell Stiles,” I coughed, taking a deep before continuing, “tell him that I've always loved him,” I cried, sniffling slightly.
“You can tell him yourself. You're going to be fine,” Malia mentioned and I nodded my head, believing her for a second. My eyes began to droop, growing tired as the two of them had yelled at me to stay awake, but end up being enveloped with darkness.
I had woken up a couple days later in a hospital bed. I groaned when I attempted to sit up, looking around as I noticed no one sitting with me. I remember the time I was attacked by the Dread Doctors and woke up to Stiles sleeping in the chair next to me, his hand enveloped in mine. I smile at the memory, but suddenly feel sad at how much I miss my spastic friend.
The door had opened and Lydia walked in, jumping a bit as she saw me awake. “You're finally awake,” She grinned at me, sitting down in the chair next to me.
“How long was I out for?” I asked, wincing as I adjusted myself.
“A couple days, and let me tell you, things around here have gotten a lot worse,” Lydia muttered, playing with the ends of her sweater.
“How?” I asked, getting more nervous for my friends.
“Well, we've gone into hiding,” she put air quotes around the word hiding and I nodded, glancing towards the window, noticing a nurse walking by, her eyes trained on Lydia. “Scott and Malia have gone to Deucalion for help, because we’re going to end up fighting these people.” Lydia sighed, running a hand through her hair, shifting it. “It's why I wanted you to leave, so this wouldn't happen,” She frowned.
“It's not your fault. I told you I was staying. Have you guys told Stiles what happened?” I asked, knowing he'd be worried sick that his best friend’s, basically his brother, house was shot up. Lydia pressed her lips together, shaking her head no. “Oh my god. Please tell me you're kidding,” I muttered.
She shook her head once more, leaning back in the chair. “You know what happened last time. We almost lost him. And if it wasn't for you, we couldn't have gotten him back,” Lydia mumbled and I looked down, remembering when he was taken by the Ghost Riders.
“I still don't even know how I managed to open the rift,” I whispered, picking at my nails.
“Maybe because you're in love with him,” Lydia mentioned and my eyes widened, glancing over at her. My lips moved like a fish out of water, trying to come up with something to say. “Don't even deny it, Y/N. I can see the way you look at him.”
“Yeah, well, it doesn't matter. He doesn't even like me that way,” I murmur, biting my bottom lip.
“You don't know that. But what I do know is that we need to get you out of here as quick as possible.” She mentioned, glancing around at the people outside my room.
“Lydia, I don't think I can go anywhere quite yet. I'm still healing.”
Lydia had left about an hour ago and I sat in the hospital bed, twirling my phone around in my hands, wondering if I should call Stiles. Fuck it. I opened up my contacts, clicking on his name before pressing the phone against my ear.
“Hello? Y/N?” Stiles’ voice came through the other end, making my heart flutter.
“Stiles, hi,” I smiled, glad to hear his voice again. “Um, how’s Virginia?” I asked, my fingers toying with the hospital gown.
“Hey, you. It's going good. It's great here! How's everything there?” He asked me and I looked out the small window into the hallway, noticing police officers patrolling. I can't tell him… he's so happy.
“Y-Yeah, everything's great here. Not the same without you, though,” I laughed, my heart breaking as I heard his deep chuckle. “I wish you were here,” I muttered lowly.
“Did you say something?” He asked and I shook my head before realizing he can't see me.
“Um, n-no. I should let you go. You're probably busy and stuff…” I frowned, tears pooling in my eyes.
“Yeah. I'm on my way to class, but I'll text you later. Uh, I-I miss you. All of you,” Stiles mentioned and I smiled at my hand that's settling on my lap.
“I miss you too. Everyone does,” I added, sniffing quietly. The both of us said goodbye before hanging up, tears streaming down my cheeks. I love you.
I was finally released from the hospital two days later and I couldn’t be anymore happy to get out of that hell hole. Apparently Melissa was in a worst condition than I was in and it increased Scott’s drive to fight these assholes. No one also knows that I had called Stiles, because someone might smack me for doing so, claiming that they want to keep him safe.
Lydia and I were at the school trying to find Liam and Scott since the anuk-ite just had conjoined with it’s other half, which is a lot more dangerous than two kids being filled with spiders spreading fear when people are near them. The four of us stood over two bodies that were turned to stone and my heartbeat starting beating at an irregular pace, my anxiety and panic peaking.
“H-How the hell are we going to stop this?” I asked the three of them, glancing between them as no one had answered me at first.
“We fight it blind,” Scott muttered and my eyebrows raised.
“And how the hell would we fight it blind, Scott?” I asked, crossing my arms a bit. He glanced over at me, muttering how I’m just like Stiles and my heart drops a bit.
“That’s why Malia and I are going to see Deucalion again,” He muttered before leaving, taking his phone out.
Lydia tried to stop him, but didn’t succeed. Letting out a breath next to me, looking extremely nervous. “C’mon, let’s get out of here,” She muttered, grabbing my arm. It’s been a few hours since Scott left and Lydia has not stop pacing, muttering to herself incoherently as she chewed on her bottom lip.
“Lydia, what’s the matter?” I asked and she brushed me off, running out the door. I groaned, running after her, quickly getting into her car before she takes off without me. I don’t say anything as she drives, noticing that we’re heading towards Scott’s house. I gripped my phone, glancing down at the picture of Stiles and I as my screensaver. I sighed, dropping my head, running a hand through my hair.
“We should call Stiles…” I told her and she glared at me, shaking her head. “Alright, nevermind then.” I shut my mouth, pinching the bridge of my nose.
Once we got to Scott’s house, we ran into Peter, who was also looking for Scott. Lydia explained that we basically all die, turned to stone and I stumbled on my feet, knocking something over on the kitchen counter, breathing heavily.
“What’s wrong with her?” Peter bluntly asked as I sat on the floor, leaning against the cabinet as Lydia crouched in front of me.
“She’s having a panic attack. Hey, Y/N, look at me,” She whispered and my eyes glanced towards hers, my erratic breaths becoming worse.
“L-Ly-Lydia, I don’t, I don’t wanna die,” I cried, tears pooling my eyes as I could feel my hands shaking. She placed her hands over mine, giving me a small smile.
“I know and we’re not going to let that happen, okay?” She reassured me and I nodded, trying to take deep breaths, closing my eyes, focusing on her voice.
“Everything’s going to be alright,” Stiles’ voice played through my mind, my heartbeat calming slightly. “I got you,” He whispered, feeling his rough fingertips rubbing against my cheekbone.
I opened my eyes once I began to calm down, leaning my head against the wooden cabinet behind me. Lydia helped me back up, giving me a tight bear hug, muttering that we were going to be fine.
“Alright, we need to go find Scott,” She muttered, the three of us leaving his house.
We arrived at a dock type area where there were steel shipping containers everywhere, seeing Scott and Malia fighting Deucalion. “Scott!” Lydia called out.
The three of them glanced over at us as we ran up to them, breathing a little heavy, except for Peter anyway. As Lydia was about to tell him something, gunshots rang out for the second time in a few weeks, instantly taking cover behind a pillar as Deucalion was shot at least twenty times. I closed my eyes, hitting my head lightly against the concrete pillar, taking deep breaths as Lydia’s hand was clasped with mine. The rest of us hid until the shooting stopped as Deucalion rested his back against one of the pillars, blood dripping from his mouth. The hunter’s started to come closer, one showing up to our left, pointing his assault rifle at us before a baby-blue jeep had hit him, sending him flying. The four of us glanced over at the jeep, Stiles popping his head out the window.
“You didn’t think you’d do this without me, did ya?” He grinned, Derek popping up next to the jeep.
“Without us?” Derek roared, his eyes turning blue as he attacked some of the hunters. I let out a laugh, so glad to see Stiles as he ran over to us. The shooting had stopped completely, hunter’s retreating as we could hear their vehicles spin their tires, making them squeal as they sped away.
I ran over to Stiles, wrapping my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly as he let out a breath, his arms tightly wrapped around my waist. Once we pulled away, he looked at all of us, an angry and shocked look on his face. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me anything about this,” He muttered, glancing at me. “When we talked on the phone, you couldn’t have like, told me about it?”
I looked away from him as the others glanced at me, eyebrows risen. “When did you call him?” Scott asked and I scratched the back of my neck, muttering incoherently. “I’m sorry? I didn’t quite get what you said.”
“I called him when I was in the hospital,” I told them, hearing Stiles whisper “oh my god.”
“Y-You were in the hospital when you called me? Jesus Christ, wh-what? Why?” Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose, his other hand propped against his hip.
“Um, I was shot,” I muttered, looking to the ground, my skin growing warm. Stiles grabbed my hand, pulling me away from the rest of the group, pushing me up against the jeep. He sighed, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear.
“Why didn’t you tell me any of this when we were on the phone?” He asked me again, seeing that the others around made me to nervous to tell the truth.
“Y-You sounded so happy that you were at school and I didn’t want you to worry about us,” I muttered, my hands gripping his forearms. “I’m sorry, Stiles. I wanted them to call you, I really did. But they said they had good reasons to keep you out of the loop. You’re literally the only reason why I’m still alive.”
Stiles’ eyes softened, his thumb rubbing my cheek as he peeked over the jeep, noticing our friends’ eyes on us. “I’m just glad you’re okay,” He whispered, placing his forehead against mine.
My heart swelled, gripping his arms as tears pooled my eyes once more. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close to him.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. All that matters is that everyone’s okay,” He whispered and I glanced up at him, his eyes already on mine. “I love you…”
My breath hitched in my throat, gripping his flannel as my heartbeat sped up, pounding against my my ribcage. “Y-You do?” I asked and he nodded his head, smiling softly at me. “God, I love you too, Stiles,” I muttered, smiling a bit as he let out a small laugh.
“Oh thank god. That would’ve been awkward otherwise,” Stiles chuckled and I took my bottom lip between my teeth, trailing my hands up his chest. “Is it alright if I kiss you?” He asked me and I gave him a knowing look that said, “are you kidding me? Is that really a question?”
“Seriously? Yes, kiss me,” I whispered and he tilted his head to the side, closing the gap between us as I finally felt his soft lips against mine. My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers running through his baby hairs on his neck, kissing him back.
His fingers gripped my waist, ultimately pulling me closer to him as he dragged his lips against mine, heavily breathing out his nose. Stiles pulled away for a second, the smile on my face as wide as it’s ever been, my forehead leaning against the bridge of his nose. He connected our lips once more, one of his hands rubbing up my back before resting against my cheek. We had opened our mouths, letting our tongues dance with each other as our noses were smushed together.
“Alright, love birds,” Peter called out and we pulled away. I closed my eyes, silently cursing him for ruining the moment.
“We have a war to fight. Then, after that’s done and over with, you’re coming back with me to Virginia,” Stiles muttered against my lips, leading me back towards the group.
Bring it on, bitches.
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Maybe one day I’ll write something other than with Lucy, Sean and Mason, but today is not that day, I’m sorry. This is part two to this fic I wrote
Fic is below the cut!
Sean hates this. He hates waiting for her to wake up, because he just wants to be with her and reassure her that everything will be okay.
She had been so anxious this morning when he took her to the surgical center, and he can’t get how terrified she looked out of his head.
He bounces his leg nervously, waiting for the okay that he can go back to the recovery area and see her. The doctor who performed her surgery had assured him that everything went perfectly, but the nurse warned him that she needed a few minutes, because she was in pain and the anesthesia was making her sick.
So...he has to wait.
Finally, he gets the all-clear to go see her, and he follows close behind the nurse.
“Luce?” He asks softly, walking over to where she’s laying, half awake and looking entirely too out of it for his liking. “Hi, honey.”
She reaches out for him with grabby hands, and he strokes her cheek with a chuckle.
“You’re here...thought you left.”
“Of course I’m here. How are you doing? I heard you weren’t feeling very well.”
She shakes her head, “mnh-mnh...hurts.”
“Knee?”
Stupid question, Sean, he thinks to himself, of course it’s her knee. She just had surgery, you idiot.
“Everything...skin hurts, too,” she slurs, blinking heavily.
“Skin?”
“Nerves...they feel like…prickle prickle,” she blinks heavily, “I, um…I wanna go home.”
“You’re in luck,” her nurse says, walking over to her with a wheelchair. “The doctor says you can leave. Remember you’re not allowed to put any weight on it for two weeks.
“Lucy, go lie down,” Sean says, annoyance lacing his tone. “You had surgery three hours ago, why won’t you just rest?”
“I can’t DO anything. I’m so bored, I hate this,” she whines, wobbling on her crutches. “I was supposed to work tonight, but I can’t...unless-”
“Lucy. No. Absolutely not.”
“I knew that wouldn’t fly,” she grumbles.
She’s still a little out of it from all of the pain meds, which is making her unsteady on her one good foot. Luckily, Sean is right next to her, because one minute she’s standing straight up, and the next she’s pitching forward.
“Shit!” Sean hisses, catching her before she can completely fall on her face. “Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself? Are you okay?”
“M’fine,” she mumbles as he steadies her.
“Go. Lie. Down,” he snaps angrily.
“Why are you getting mad?!”
“Damn it, Lucy,” he hisses, narrowing his eyes, “because you’re going to hurt yourself even more! Go lie down before you fall and break something.”
She sighs in frustration, “fine.”
He groans and buries his face in his hands, “sorry...sorry, I shouldn’t get mad at you...just...you’re going to make me have an aneurysm, or stroke, or something...can you please just lie down? You need to rest and let yourself heal.”
“Okay.”
Sean sighs in relief, rubbing his forehead, “Mason is coming over, let’s watch a movie or something.”
“Uh...o-okay,” she nods, face paling as she lowers herself onto the couch.
He frowns, helping her to prop her leg back up, “Luce? You okay?”
“I think I overdid it,” she mumbles.
“Does it hurt? Did hurt yourself when you almost fell?”
“No...I just...I don’t feel very well.”
“What do you mean? Are you going to be sick?”
She shakes her head, “no...I just...I’m kinda dizzy.”
He frowns, pressing a hand to her forehead, “well you don’t have a fever, thank God.”
“I didn’t think so...I think I just-“
“-overdid it. Yeah, I think so too,” he frowns, “now will you rest?”
“Mm-hmm,” she mumbles.
“Good.”
*
It’s been a rough couple of days, and when Sean wakes up three days after her surgery, he’s hoping that she’ll be in less pain. He walks out of the bedroom and into the living room cautiously.
She’s still fast asleep at ten in the morning, with no indication that she’s going to be up anytime soon. Concern gnaws at the pit of his stomach, and he crouches in front of her.
“Hey, Lucy?” He asks, putting a hand on her cheek.
She wakes after a few moments and groans weakly, rubbing her forehead.
“My head, holy shit,” she moans, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Are you alright?”
“Everything hurts.”
“You have a fever,” he says, moving his hand so he can feel her temple, and then forehead.
“Oh.”
“Is there anything else bothering you? Throat? Stomach?”
“Throat hurts a little.”
He eyes her skeptically, “just a little?”
“Okay a lot.”
“Thought so…want some tea?”
She makes a face, “I hate tea.”
“Hot chocolate?”
She sniffles, rubbing at her eyes sleepily, “yeah, okay.”
Sean nods and walks into the kitchen to rummage through her cabinets.
“Hey, hey!” Mason cries happily, walking into her apartment.
She groans and presses a pillow to her face.
“Mason, shut up or you’re leaving.”
“What? Why?”
“Lucy has a headache. Don’t be loud.”
Mason grimaces, “sorry. You okay?”
She sniffles, pulling the pillow down to shoot him a dirty look, “no.”
“Shit, are you sick?”
She nods with an annoyed grunt. It wouldn’t be so bad if she wasn’t injured, but now she feels an overwhelming sense of frustration because she can’t do anything.
“Awww, what’s wrong?” He pouts, sitting next to her.
“Nope. No, no, no, no. Get away from her,” Sean says, walking back over to the couch. He hands her four pills and a bottle of water and then looks at Mason.
“What? Why?!” Mason whines.
“She’s sick.”
“Yeah, I know. And she just had surgery and needs all the cuddles.”
“I know, but then you’ll get sick, and you’re the most obnoxious person when you don’t feel well.”
“I take offense to that.”
“It doesn’t make it any less true.”
“I-okay that’s valid but duuuude. I want to cuddle why are you being mean?”
“I believe he just said his reasoning,” she rasps, a scowl crossing her face.
Sean frowns and presses a hand to her cheek, “you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she snaps, batting his hand away. “Can I have the hot chocolate?”
“Shit, yeah, sorry.”
“Someone’s grumpy,” Mason grins.
“Shut up.”
“Aww, come on, Lucy-”
“I swear to God I will end you.”
“Sheesh.”
“Mason, just leave me alone,” she moans, squeezing her eyes shut. “Please.”
“Sorry, sorry. Are you alright?” He asks softly, with so much concern that she finds herself getting choked up.
Her eyes fill with tears, “I just...I don’t feel well.”
Mason nods and stands up, “I know...uh, just hold on.”
He walks over to Sean, who’s still rummaging through her cabinets, looking for the hot chocolate when Mason pokes his back.
“What’s up?”
“Sean, she’s crying. I don’t know what to do.”
“Perfect.”
“What? You’re a terrible boyfriend.”
He chuckles, “I don’t mean that she’s crying. I’m shit at cooking, could you make the hot chocolate-”
“Hey, dumbass, you don’t cook hot chocolate. You literally heat up milk or water and pour it in, it’s not hard.”
“Fuck you, asshole. You know what I mean. Can you make her the hot chocolate so I can go see what’s up?”
“Yeah, sure…go…tend to your lady or whatever."
Sean walks over to her, frown on his face, “Luce? You alright?”
She sniffles, wiping her eyes with a teary chuckle, “I don’t even know why I’m crying.”
“Because you have a fever, probably,” he says, sitting next to her. She adjusts her position so that she’s slumped against him. “Your leg. Hold on, let me up.”
“No,” she moans weakly, swallowing a coughing fit.
“You had surgery three days ago, it needs to be elevated.
*
“Sean,” she croaks weakly against his chest, rubbing at her throat with a grimace.
When he doesn’t answer, she smacks his stomach and he inhales sharply. He looks around blearily, rubbing at his eyes with the heels of his palms.
“Oh, hey. You okay? What time is it?”
“Dunno…can’t sleep...throat hurts.”
“You sound horrible.”
“I feel worse than I sound,” she sniffles, coughing lightly.
He grimaces, “shit. I’m going to grab you some medicine, are you good?”
She shrugs sleepily, aiming a cough into her shoulder.
“You’re shivering,” he frowns, pressing a hand to her forehead. His frown deepens, “and you’re hot.”
“Can I have a blanket?”
“Yeah, hold on.”
“No blanket,” Mason mumbles sleepily from next to her. He sits up, rubbing his eyes.
“If you’re not going to offer anything constructive, you can leave,” Lucy gripes, pressing herself closer to him in an attempt to steal his body heat.
“She likes me more than you,” Mason smirks at Sean.
“No,” Lucy croaks, sniffling miserably, “you’re warm.”
“Why can’t she have a blanket?” Sean asks, walking into the kitchen.
“My mom never let me bundle up when I would get fevers...she said it makes body temperature rise...or something. I don’t know, I just know it’s bad.”
“Get out,” Lucy spits angrily, but all malice is lost behind her hoarse and congested voice. She sounds so weak and sick, Sean’s stomach clenches.
Mason frowns and looks over at Sean, “she sounds like shit.”
“‘She’ is right here,” Lucy grumbles.
Mason looks down at her, “you sound like shit.”
“Wow thanks for your astute observation,” she slurs, blinking heavily.
“I’m giving you NyQuil. You need to get some sleep,” Sean says, walking back over to her.
“Come lie back down,” Lucy mumbles.
“No,” Mason whines, poking out his bottom lip when Sean resumes his place and Lucy cuddles up to him instead. “Come back, I wanna snuggle.”
“Shit, man. You need a girlfriend…or a boyfriend or something,” Sean mumbles, eyelids already drooping.
“Well yeah, that’s obvious,” Mason says, rolling his eyes as he slumps back into the cushions. “Ugh, your couch sucks for more than one person to sleep on. Can I crash in your bed?”
Lucy nods, feeling herself drift to sleep, “knock yourself out.”
“Night, guys,” Mason mutters, standing up and rubbing the back of his neck.
Lucy is vaguely aware of Sean saying something to Mason, and then, she’s asleep.
#sickfic#Lucy and Sean#and mason#injury!fic#fever#congestion#honestly this wasn't as much of a sickfic as I wanted it to be#I'm really sorry for any spelling errors#i've been trying to write this for what feels like forever
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Favorite Color
Pairing: Liam x Reader
Warnings: angst, colorful name calling and swears, a lot of sassiness, Y/N being a complete no BS kind of person, bullying, blood, kissing, just a lot of good ole fluff
Summary: Liam is being ganged up on by all the students at school, because of the recent rumors of him being a werewolf. Nolan and other lacrosse players are starting to get to him, so Y/N stands up for her boyfriend. Later, she’s forced to watch him get beaten up by them, trying her best to help him not turn.
A/N: This idea for an imagine came to mind while watching the recent episodes. It literally broke my heart seeing Liam like that and ugh, I immediately started writing this. If there r any errors and such, sorry, I’m just so excited that I had to post this immediately.
FAVORITE COLOR
I see the boys’ locker room door thrust open suddenly, out of the corner of my vision, as I close my locker.
My eyes wander towards it to see Liam emerge from behind the door, storming out with a grimace across his lips. His eyes flit from yellow then back to blue, the hue easily becoming my favorite color the first time we met. His crystal-clear, blue eyes catch mine, his anger wavering momentarily at the sight of me.
“What’s wrong?” I say out loud. If I had been talking to anyone else, standing at the distance he was away from me, they wouldn’t be able to hear me, but I knew that he could.
His tongue darts out over his pink lips, before he rubs the back of his neck with his hand, tightening the strap of his backpack and rushing away from me.
My brows furrow and I tuck the notebook I was holding in my arms into my backpack, spinning the dial on my lock a few times, then locking it.
“Liam,” I yell down the hall, ignoring the stares from all the students. Recently, Liam had gotten himself into a tough spot. He’d shifted in front of people and the news was spreading like wildfire through town. Scott texted me this morning, saying that he even tried staying home today. I had to beg him over the phone to even show up to class.
“Y/N,” I heard a familiar voice call, “Where’s he going?” Mason asks, Corey close behind.
“I have no idea,” I respond truthfully. I sigh, blowing a loose strand of hair out of my face.
“Probably running from all the lacrosse players,” Corey says, watching Nolan and the other guys on the team walk out of the locker room, causing a lot of commotion as they start walking down the hall.
We hear a lot of chatter from them, talking about none other than Liam. “We’re going to prove to everyone that he’s a monster,” Nolan shouts and others cheer.
“What the fuck,” I mutter, my nose involuntarily scrunching up in disgust. I start picking up my pace, speeding up to fall in step with the team.
I can barely hear Mason and Corey shouting for me to stop, over the intense desire in me to put this asshole in his place.
My sneakers squeak, when I stop in front of the group of teenage boys. I refrain from lunging at Nolan, sucking in a deep breath, knowing that I could do him just as much pain with just words.
“You fucking prick,” I say, surprising myself with how calm the words come out.
Nolan looks shocked, before one of his teammates jump in for him. “Oh look-ey here, it’s the dumb girl who fell for Lia-”
“Shut the fuck up,” I cut him off. “At least Liam can actually speak to a girl without shitting himself.” The look on his face is enough for a shit-eating grin to appear on my lips.
“At least we’re not in a relationship with a literal monster,” Nolan remarks.
My jaw clenches as I purse my lips, cracking my knuckles and deciding whether I should go for his face or his stomach. But, before I can make my decision, two pairs of arms pull me back.
“Hey now, Y/N, I think we’re going to be late to English, right Corey?” Mason says, widening his eyes at me and mouthing that we needed to go now.
“Yeah, Y/N, we should go-”
“Okay,” I grit between my teeth, “I get the point.” I let them tug me away from the crowded hallway, the curious eyes following us.
“Show’s over,” I scream, completely done with the whole situation. I just wanted to find Liam at this point. Everyone goes back to minding their own business, except for a few uneasy glances.
“What even happened that night?” I ask once we get to a secluded classroom, hopping onto a desk to sit on. I drop my bag to the floor, gathering my hair at the top of my head and tying an elastic around it.
Corey and Mason look at each other, then turn back to me, shrugging their shoulders. I narrow my eyes at them. “Really?” I ask, rolling my eyes. “Out of all people, I thought you guys would actually tell me the truth.”
I bend down, picking up my bag and slinging the strap over my shoulder. I huff out a breath, opening the door to leave, when I see my favorite color. Liam looks around frantically, his eyes wide when they meet mine. I look down to his mouth and I swear he mouths, “Thank god.”
He starts jogging towards me and I back up, back into the classroom to give him room to get in. He peers out the door, before closing it.
“They’re all after me,” he says breathlessly.
“Who’s ‘all’ ?” Mason asks, worry for his best friend showing through the expression plastered on his face.
“The lacrosse team. Who else?” Corey says as if it were the most obvious thing ever.
I look to Liam for his agreement, but he just nods his head up and down very quickly.
“How do you know?” I query. I knew the team had it out for him since the incident, but I just assumed it was all talk. I was starting to get scared that they weren’t.
“They’re trying to get me to turn,” Liam states, his eyes locking with mine. “And, I’m not sure if I can stop myself.” His voice is shakey, the uncertainty in it making me more worried now than before.
“Are you absolutely sure?” I ask. I mean, there had to be a chance he misheard them, right?
“Yeah, I’m pretty positive. Plus, they’re blocking all the exits to school, so I can’t just leave.”
“Fuck,” Mason mutters.
“Yeah, fuck, it is,” Liam whispers. We all sit in silence for a few minutes, each one of us trying to rack our brains for a way out of this conundrum.
Finally, Mason, the genius that he is, speaks up. “What if we sneak you out with Corey’s powers.”
“Yeah, that might work,” Corey responds, his eyes lighting up. “You and Y/N can walk ahead of us, and we’ll follow behind. It’ll be perfect.”
Liam nods in approval, clapping Mason on the shoulder. “I love you, man.” He stops himself, looking up to Corey. “Not like that, though, I’ve got-”
“Yeah, we know what you meant,” Corey and I say simultaneously. Liam smiles, then stops suddenly, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the corner of the room.
“What’s up?” I question, confusion surely spread across my face.
“Are you mad at me?” He asks.
“What?”
“For earlier,” he adds, trying to jog my memory. “For ignoring you.”
“Ohhh,” I reply. “Yeah, I’m still pretty upset that you just straight up heard me, but still kept walking.” I look away, tugging at the hem of my- wait no it was Liam’s- flannel.
I feel his fingers under my chin as he pulls it gently back towards him. “I’m sorry, it’s just- that, ugh…”
“What?” I ask, wanting to know what was bothering him. “What happened in the locker room that made you so mad?”
I notice him shift on his heel, and I know I asked the exact, right question. “What happened in the locker room, Liam?”
“They called a meeting without me,” he replies. “They all voted me out of the position of captain. Nolan took my place.”
“What?” I ask, not sure if I heard him right. “That’s insane.”
“Yeah, well, it’s whatever,” he mutters. I search his eyes and my heart breaks at how much he’s trying to act like this doesn’t affect him, when I know that he’s actually hurting.
I remember the second that he got captain and how he was screaming into the phone to me about it. An hour after the call, seeing him was a whole other story. I don’t think I’ve ever seen his eyes so wide with excitement.
“No, no, it’s not whatever,” I rebut. “You were excited to be captain and-” my lips pull into a tight line, “those motherfuckers took that away.” My fist clenches, reminding me of my earlier lost chance of getting to punch Nolan.
“Baby, calm down,” Liam whispers, his hand wrapping around mine, making my grip loosen. “Let’s just get out of here and then we can deal with it later.”
I nod, but only for the sake of his wishes. If I had it my way, my fists would already be bruised.
Liam pulls me back over to Corey and Mason. “Okay, so we’ll make the path and you guys stay close behind,” Mason tells us before opening the classroom door. I follow him, taking a quick peek behind me to see Corey and Liam already invisible.
“You got this, babe,” I whisper to where I hope Liam is, then start walking at the same speed as Mason towards the nearest exit.
“Damn, he wasn’t kidding,” I whisper to him once we see all of the players, guarding the doors religiously.
“How the hell are we going to get out?” I ask.
“Thanks for the words of reassurance and hopefulness,” Mason says sarcastically.
“Oh, there’s Mrs. Dunbar,” some random jock calls at me. I give him a fake smile, pivoting on my heel to turn around. “Wait, where are you going?” He asks while walking closer towards us, the smell of axe spray coming from him heavily. I cough, giving Mason a look that he tries not to laugh at.
“A little heavy with that bottle of douchbagness? Huh?” I tease.
“Maybe if you’d stop being Dunbar’s bitch, then you’d get to smell it more often.”
I suck in my bottom lip, biting down on it hard enough for a metallic taste to fill my mouth. I was trying so hard not to flip right now, and I couldn’t even imagine what Corey was going through, trying to keep Liam calm.
“Just walk away,” Mason whispers and I look at him, nodding. We turn back around, being cautious and avoiding where Liam and Corey would be.
I almost run into a figure, stopping dead in my tracks. “Nolan.”
Before I could utter a word, he throws some kind of powder behind us, my eyes widening when Corey and Liam’s cover is blown.
A bunch of guys grab onto Liam’s shirt, dragging him into the nearby classroom, arguing over who got to beat him up. Mason, Corey, and I all chase after them, a horde of students piling behind us to watch what was about to unravel.
One punch, and I screamed. One kick, and I screamed again. Some lacrosse players held Mason, Corey and I back so that we couldn’t get to him. I fought for what felt like hours, before I realized how pointless it was.
I knew that Liam would heal, but I still couldn’t take the grunts of pain coming from his mouth or the way he curled up into a defenseless ball. A part of me wanted him to fight back so hard, but the wiser side of me knew that it was smarter for him just to wait it out; to prove to everyone that he wasn’t a werewolf.
“Just turn,” Nolan shouts, throwing him against the wall, Liam’s body just slumping down to the floor.
A teacher walks in and Mason yells for her to do something, but she doesn’t. She says something, then walks away, but I’m too busy watching the crimson liquid drip down Liam’s quivering bottom lip to listen.
Liam shuts his eyes harshly, his whole facing contorting to keep himself calm. I regain some of my composure, taking in a deep breath. “Liam,” I whisper so that only he can hear me. His whole body steadies at my voice, his chest rising at a slower rate to listen to me. “Just focus on my words. And your mantra. The sun, the moon, the truth… right?”
He nods, his lips curving into a small smile as another blow hits him in the stomach. He starts to say his mantra quietly, opening his eyes to reveal blue. “There you go,” I whisper.
After one more punch, Coach comes running in, yelling for the boys hurting Liam to go to the principal’s office and everyone else to leave. Corey and Mason stay out, shocked, but my feet immediately bring me straight to Liam.
I fall on my weak knees, grabbing his face in my hands and thanking Coach, something I thought I’d never do in all my years here. Liam’s eyes look up at me, wiping away the single tear falling down my cheek. “I’m okay,” he assures. I nod, more tears brimming my eyes and balancing on my eyelashes.
“Promise me, you’ll never do that to me again.”
“I promise,” he whispers. I lean down to him, kissing him, the feeling of his lips curving into a smile under my own, making me smile as well.
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Elliot [Self Para.]
Setting: February 9th, from 3:00 a.m. to about 5:00 or 6:00 a.m.
Triggers: Alcoholism mentions
Note: Charlie decides to take an impromptu road trip.
Mentions of: @backtothemack, @trixie-windsor, @benjaminroy, @masonbellamy, @yourmomsamilf, @kiarabellamy, @beautyguru-audreyz
“Where are you off to?”
The man at the gas station stared at Charlie, a soft, friendly smile gracing his features as she pumped her gas into her car.
“That’s a nice car. 1990 Ford Mustang, ey? That ain’t no city car. You’re from up here, huh?” He pressed on, trying to get her attention but Charlie, while friendly, was too scared about talking to a strange in empty gas station on an empty highway. Nothing but the man behind the register who activated her machine and hasn’t looked up since.
“It was my father’s.” She whispered and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ve kept it in good condition, changed the engine a few times, the anti-freeze, you name it.”
“A girl that knows about cars? After my own heart here.”
She cleared her throat. Her father had taught her plenty when she was younger and Mack taught her more. He knew the importance of her keeping the car even though buying something completely new would be better for her pocket. “I had a little help.”
“Well, you’ve done a nice job. Your father is proud I’m sure.” He pointed to the car with his cane and let out a laugh only for his cough to intervene. He held a bottle close to him and Charlie finally turned to face him, a frown replacing her previous expression.
“My father passed away.”
“Oh. I’m sorry, girl.”
“Charlie”
“Pardon?”
“The name is Charlie.”
“Charlie. Pretty. Like yourself.” He raised his cane again and almost fell over so Charlie reached out to pick him up and sit him down.
“Are you alright? Are you cold? I know a shelter a few miles from here in Syracuse. I can get a cab to take you.” She whispered, crouching down. Maybe this was a gamble. She could hear her friends chastising her now but she couldn’t help.
“Eh, I’m fine, Charlie.” The smell of Bourbon felled the wintery air and Charlie sighed.
“A shelter will help you. Let me help you?” She wouldn’t give him money. That would only make things worse.
“You gon’ up to Syracuse to visit a boyfriend or something? Let me guess, long distance relationship?”
And suddenly he reminded her of Trixie. Dodging the subject, changing it even though there was something clearly wrong so Charlie moved to sit beside the man on the bench. “Yes as a matter of fact.”
“Oh! I love romance!” He replied giddily and left the bottle to the side and it made Charlie feel good that for that one moment, he wasn’t paying attention to the alcohol. “Is he as good looking as you.”
Charlie smiled and nodded. “Very much so. He’s not as funny though. I have the good humor.”
“Typical. Men, right?” He scoffed and patted the back of the bench. “You’re not going to break up with him are you? You’ve got sad eyes.”
She shook her head. “No. But it feels like it. We break up almost every week.” She laughed.
“Fire. Fire is important. He probably doesn’t see how great you are. I saw break up with him and run away with another! I’m single you know.” He winked and they both laughed, Charlie stuffed her hands into her coat.
“I’m sure he’ll break up with me anyway. Sorry my romance isn’t what you expected.”
“What’s he do? Your boy?”
She wanted to continue the story, wanted to make it feel real for the old man’s sake and all she could come up with was “He’s a teacher.”
“Typical.” He snorted again and Charlie laughed.
“What’s your name?”
“Elliot.”
She pulled her phone out and turned to face Elliot. “Please take my advice. I’ll call the cab now. It’s too cold out here.”
Elliot nodded and Charlie dialed the number. She sat back on the bench once more. “I’ll wait with you.”
“But your boyfriend will be waiting.”
“It’s alright. He’ll be okay.” She whispered. “How long have you lived upstate?”
“All my life. Got fired from my last job and went down this downward spiral. Next thing I know here I am years later talking to a pretty girl at an empty gas station. Could be worse.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Whatcha sorry for? You didn’t do anything! You certainly didn’t buy me this bottle here!” He frowned and looked over to the Bourbon sitting beside him. “It’s happy hour somewhere.” He murmured.
Charlie looked at the time on her phone. She had been driving for hours. It was almost 2 a.m. “I hope you get to sleep at the shelter. And attend a meeting while you’re there.”
“Like AA?”
“Like AA.”
“Well, I’ll be damned. You some angel or something?”
“I just think it would help. Please try, Elliot.” She stood up when the cab pulled in and Charlie instructed the driver where to take him, gave him the money and took the bottle from the floor.
Elliot stood up and opened the door. He never thought he’d find someone so kind at a service stop. “That boyfriend of yours...what an idiot.” He laughed and Charlie smiled.
“He can be. But we’ll be okay.”
“What’s his name?”
At Elliot’s question, Charlie’s eyes turned wide and she went through her list of guy friends or people she could just make up. Harrison was a good name of Richard or Steve. Mack would make sense or Mason or Marcus. “Benjamin.” She laughed and walked towards her own car.
“Tell Benjamin he’s an idiot!”
“I will.” She climbed her car and drove the next hour trying to keep herself awake by screaming the entire Spice Girl’s greatest hits playlist on Spotify. When she finally stopped at St. John’s Cemetery, she looked over to her passenger seat, the unopened government letter sitting there. She thought she had no reason to open up. She already knew who’s name she’d find. Charlie sighed and turned it over before getting out of the car and walking to her parent’s grave.
“Hey mom. Hey dad.” She crouched down, fingertips grazing the headstone. “I miss you.” Charlie then sat down beside the site and leaned against the gravestone. “I got my letter. I’m not sure how you two would feel about this whole thing. Mason got married. To such a great girl. My God. You would love her. You would love Mason…” She bit her bottom lip realizing just how frequent these visits happened. It almost felt like they were still here. Still around. “And it turns out that Marcus looks really good with red hair.” She fiddled with the buttons on her pea coat. “Mack is married too. Crazy, right? To a girl named Audrey. She’s...really great and I hope he sees that soon but he’s so stubborn sometimes. You know?” She laughed softly and brought her knees to her chest. “Trixie is...she’s losing her light.” She frowned. “It’s like a dimming little light and I don’t know how to help. It’s all I think about. Seeing her the way I did last week was awful. I can’t lose her, you know? You guys get that, right?” Charlie paused. “It’s almost four a.m. and I came all the way out here to see you guys. Work is great. I signed on a very important contract and I’m thinking about going back to school for my PhD. Maybe not until next year because now I’ve got this letter to worry about.” She sighed and stood up, opened up the passenger seat and retrieved the letter. She opened it carefully and read the content. “You have been matched with Benjamin Roy.” Charlie placed the letter beside her. “Ben’s Liv’s brother. I umm...well, I’ve told you guys about him too so yeah. Surprise!” She chuckled and shook her head. “He’s good though. He’s helping me with Trixie and he’s a good soul. He’s got that light about him. The kind that flickers in a dark attic. He just doesn’t see it.” She yawned and closed her eyes a bit, stuffing her hands into her coat. “You know...I’m pretty glad this is a 24 hour site.”
She pulled out a ziplock bag of cookies and when she did a few things fell out. A receipt from the state fair from 2015, ticket stubs to a movie she caught with Mason once and a crumbled up Star Wars temporary tattoo she had gotten Ben. “You guys have missed a lot.” She frowned and let her tears fall, leaning against the stone once more, waiting for the sun to rise.
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