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A Bundle of Crimson Roses (Pt.2)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pairings: Chuuya Nakahara x Reader

Warnings: Cursing , Alcohol , Suggestive Themes , Gore , Blood, Violence

Word Count: 7,234

“It has been quite some time since I was last in this room, four years if my memory serves me correctly.” (Y/N)’s hands entwined themselves with one another, nails digging harshly into the subtly soft skin along the back of her hand. Across the table were numerous pairs of eyes trailed along every movement as if at any moment she would seize the opportunity to kill. If it had been back before her leave, then perhaps she would’ve taken the gamble and gone for such a kill; But time has its way of weakening even the strongest of wills

“I believe you’re right. The last meeting you attended was just before you had taken the position in Russia.” There was no helping the sharp laugh that scratched through her throat, bleeding into the air as if it were a snarl from a wild beast. Ogai quirked an eyebrow as he took his rightful spot at the head of the table, it was as though he hadn’t remembered that day the same as she had.

It had been merely a week after Oda’s passing and without Dazai, Mori knew of no way to keep her ability under his control: Everyone in the Port Mafia was under high pressure with the sudden disappearance of an executive. The people under her command during that time must have informed Ogai of a sudden increase in impulsive decisions because before there was time to fix it she had been called to his office. There wasn’t room for objection when he informed (Y/N) of her new position, a reassignment to the Russian wing of the mafia effective immediately. That same night she was on a plane flying two thousand miles away from the only home she’d ever known.

That was four years ago and the most that had been heard from the boss were small orders spread thinly across the months, each one less and less specified until he had eventually stopped communication all together. It had been for the better benefits of both parties, without Ogai constantly looking over her shoulder she was truly able to help the mafia flourish and even go as far as berading the Russian Mafia into equal standing. Without the threat of her abilities looming in his ranks, Mori had taken over a large deal of the weapons smuggling in Japan which in turn had nearly doubled the yearly profits.

“Taking the position would imply that it had been offered, where I am certain it had been ordered. You hadn’t given me the choice to stay or to go before you handed me an executive order and told me to make my way to the headquarters.” Their gazes met from across the table, his eyes as cold as the continuous fall of snow that occured on a daily basis in Russia. Her words seemed to have sparked a memory in his steelin eyes, glossing them over as he recalled what the happenstance for her leave had been.

Russia wasn’t that bad of a place, it was actually quite the opposite once she had managed to sort through the chaos that was the mafia. It had only taken a month to reclaim almost all of the Far East and once that area was under her command, SIberia was quick to follow suit. Though Ural had been a warzone for a year before they managed to snuff out any traces of the Russian Mob, but by defying odds, they managed to come out of it with the lesser amount of casualties. As of now there are attempts to make connections in Volga, though it is slow moving since the mob seemed to know every move that had been planned to make. The northwestern, central, and north regions are still under the unwavering control of the mob: People loyalties didn’t seem to change even as they watched the rise in strength of the Port Mafia.

Southern Russia was a whole different tale for both sides. It was a no man's land filled to the brim with rats. No matter how long they fought with the mob, both sides had come to terms with the liabilities faced with the presence of such insullant people in what had been claimed as their land. Both could kill each other ruthlessly for months, but in the end they’d both agreed that the destruction of Dostoevsky was to come first and foremost: He posed a greater threat even with such slim numbers.

“My apology, it must have slipped my mind at some point since your departure. It was quite a hectic time for us all.” Ogai lowered his gaze, no longer holding that insufferable chill but instead what resembled some sorts of regret. For the seven years (Y/N) had been working under him, she hadn’t seen him hold such a sorrowful look since the Dragon’s Head Conflict. Even then it was more ruth than regret, he hadn’t been sorry for the lives that were lost but for those who survived to hold their memory. Ogai Mori focused on the future and honored those that had paid for it with their lives, he hadn’t time to mourn their passing.

“Hectic is an understatement. It was chaotic.” Her hands fiddled with the fork, a chunk of chocolate cake still sitting soundly on its tip. It had nearly forgotten as they’d moved to a topic she’d tried so desperately to forget. Now it seemed to be the only thing that could capture her attention. “Any word on Dazai? Last time he and I spoke was before Oda’s death and then he was gone.”

“He resurfaced two years ago working under the Armed Detective Agency.” Ogai seemed delighted to change the topic, but he wanted even more to return to why she’d been brought back to Japan. He wouldn’t be as rude as to force the conversation to go back to it but eventually they'd need to delve deeper into the issue they were facing. For now, a sense of normality should be rebuilt to keep everybody in the organization calm.

“Yukichi been giving you a hard time Ogai?” Yukichi Fukuzawa and Mori Ogai had both done a large favor for her shortly after she’d agreed to work under the mafia’s guidance, though the two fought for opposing goals. Her situation had managed to bring them to a mutual point of interest- one that brought reward for both parties involved. If it hadn’t been for their aid then both her and Isaac would likely be far different people than the ones who work so diligently to protect the few things they’d managed to so selfishly cling to for these years. “That old man is as hard headed as ever I assume. It must be difficult for any of you to make any progress in furthering your goals.”

Ogai nodded and with nimble fingers took off his gloves, the white material slipping off digit after digit to reveal the pale skin that seemed to radiate with a grim promise of light. If it wasn’t for the blood that stained them red he would surely be seen as an angel. Usually Mori preferred to keep his gloves on, but in the presence of someone who could now be considered of equal status it was more so a show of distrust. This was his motion to return the conversation to the topic that has been standing still in the room, even if we diverted the people’s ears to something else their minds would still be clouded with the possibility of losing their abilities. A simple gesture that spoke so much if you had the skill that was required to read the motions of other people. She had been taught that skill for longer than I could remember, it had become more of a curse than a blessing.

“Everyone’s been briefed on the bare minimum of the situation we’re facing and I’d like to know if you could add anything to it (Y/N).” Mori had already given as much as he knew of what they are up against and finding more was difficult to say the least. Information brokers had their loyalties but fear outweighed even the motion of getting paid for a job, but that fear gave hints as to who exactly could manufacture a drug like this one.

(Y/N) put the final piece of cake down, it had been on her fork for several minutes and yet she hadn’t found the heart to take the final bite. So many thoughts had found their way into her mind and dug into scorned memories that it made it difficult to even consider stomaching the delicious sweets from Ms.Young’s bakery.

Information was an important detail when it came to dealing with any affair, but finding any regarding this new threat would be more difficult than anyone could have thought. Assumptions made by (Y/n) always had a habit of playing out in one way or another. but with something so dangerous threatening to cut at our numbers, it was important that they worked more on fact than fiction.

“I’ve contacted seven brokers in the past twelve hours, none of them have any news on this drug you’re talking about. If it actually does exist then it’s a miracle you even found out about.” She grabbed the papers she’d brought with her and pushed the near finished plate of cake to the side. Fingers ran along the edges of the sheets filled with useless nonsense that wouldn’t help formulate even the simplest of plans. “Mori I need you to be honest with me, how did you find out about this drug.”

“One of our members got shot during a raid this week.” Her eyes moved up from the paperwork to the elder man sitting by Koyo, Ryuro Hirotsu. The black lizards were skilled members of the Port Mafia so being able to take down one of their members was an accomplishment to say the least. “Whoever manufactured that type of bullet knew what they were doing: She had completely lost her ability within five minutes of it being administered.”

“Where are they now?”

“Gone. Assassinated in her own home last night .” Everyone in the room could practically feel the anger radiating from Tachihara, his fists clenched the edge of the table as he gave his enraged answer. The Mafia was seen as cruel and heartless but even they cared for the lives of their members, their friends. Even people like (Y/N) who hadn’t found a close comrade would still take the time to learn the names and faces of those they would be working with: She herself had taken several hours to do so last night in hopes of knowing the majority of the people who would be attending this meeting.

A deep sigh rasped through her chest, chipping at the calm demeanor she’d managed to hold to since her return. Her head fell back and a loud smack was heard as it came into contact with the wooden back of the chair. Things never seemed to work out in favor of the young executive: You could see as such by the way her (E/C) eyes flickered with such hopeless pain and then returned to their usual gravely glare.

Chuuya watched his new partner with interest, his curiosity from last night now coming to a peak as he learned new bits of information about the woman who he’d only briefly spoken with. It seemed as though she was on good enough terms with Mori but that still didn’t gain his trust: In his line of work, it was important to hold his hand close to his chest as to not allow any scurrilous people to see who he’d become close with. For now he would hold his complaints with an overstrung tongue until she did what he expected from anyone who came close nowadays; Leave him to rot without a second thought as to how much of a pain it would be to fill the void they’d created.

“Have you moved the body?” Her head still remained laxed as she asked the question, addressing it to anyone who had an answer to give. It was as though such simple words had deflated her hopes, jabbing at any resilient confidence that she’d held to throughout the restless night.

“No.” Tachihara was quick to answer with a stern but simple response that left no room for doubt.

“There it is.” (Y/N) leaned forward, (H/L) hair masking her face in a cascading shadow. Her eyes trailed along the table as though she was placing pieces of a puzzle together, each one falling into its designated place as all those sitting around Mori’s table awaited her explanation. Chuuya leaned forward in anticipation to hear what this new comrade was saying. “The first lead.”

Around the table people collected their ideas and made harsh implications as to who exactly this mystery executive was. Out of the dozen people sitting solemnly in the room, only three had any prior knowledge of her and they made the correct decision not to hold a crude attitude towards her. Mori had, of course, known of (Y/N) for the longest time of the three: Having met her when she was only fifteen, several months after he’d taken the place of the former boss. Kouyou had shared little words with her but knew of her abilities to maintain such a high position in the mafia with what seemed to her as little effort. Hirotsu had merely known her name and had been tasked with keeping her under guard until this meeting, though he had ultimately failed, seeing as she managed to slip away only an hour after their first conversation.

(Y/N) pushed her chair away with a loud screech that seemed to push away the silence still filling the room. Her hands made deft work of the paper, their corners aligning in mere seconds as she ran her hands along their sides. The final piece of cake still laid untouched on the plate that now sat abandoned atop the table. Without a second glance, she turned, (E/C) eyes set sharply on the door, feet moving with gentle clicks of her heel; Her motions could be deemed practiced as she so confidently strode away from some of the most heinous criminals in the city. “Do you fear me?”

The room's quizzing thoughts seemed to come to a stop all at once, everyone’s eyes drifting back to the woman who was only inches from the door. Chuuya was prepared to follow her from the room, as they were now partners, but he stayed still with a significant interest in what she was saying. Of course she hadn’t meant to address any of those around the room as they had seen nothing of what abilities she truly possessed; Mori had.

“With your vehement skills I doubt there are many who do not fear for their life in your presence. I’ve been lucky to keep your loyalties under my reign, so I will not make the mistake of giving an answer to this question.” Mori stood, gloved hands folded behind his back in an almost arrogant manor. “I must commend how powerful you are (Y/N). Far beyond what I’d expected when I’d first had the pleasure of meeting you.”

Her laugh was gentle, like the crimson petals of a rose dripping with fresh morning dew in the fields of Elysium. It was a pleasant sound that caught any person’s ear and forced their head to her. “You are far more reserved than many of the people I’ve met in my lifetime, but I quite like that quality. Mori Ogai, may your rule over the mafia be beneficial to this city.”

Without another word, she left.

~ x ~

Chuuya hesitantly looked over to the passenger of his car, his vermillion eyes trapped by her hunched figure. (Y/N)’s eyes scanned over the passing city, lights twinkling in the gloomy darkness of the night. The two hadn’t spoken to one another since (Y/N) had made her departure from the meeting; Their current situation had come about when she’d seen Chuuya leaving and he motioned for her to join him. He’d had a plan to speak with her but the silence that followed his gracious offer had swatted away that idea near instantaneously

This scenario hadn’t gone to either of their likings, Chuuya had wanted to go alone without the burden of another partner weighing him down. Yet when he saw her standing still in the setting light, waiting for something, he had the urge to strike up what would hopefully be another exhilarating conversation. Perhaps that was his desire to know who he’d be working with in these coming days in fear that they would become someone similar to his last partner.

On the other hand, (Y/N) didn’t mind either way if he were to accompany her or not. She’d been standing before the mafia’s headquarters waiting for a car that Mori claimed would pick her up soon, but after ten minutes she’d given up hope and decided instead to join Chuuya. Personally, she’d wished to make her way to the scene as soon as she’d left the meeting, but Mori hadn’t given her the go ahead until the sun began to set. It had been an annoying situation in her opinion but with the added hours of recreational time she’d managed to check-in with the mafioso who’d taken to running the Russian portion of the Port Mafia in her absence. Everything was going according to plan, which would mean that hopefully she’d be flying back to Russia within the week.

A quiet ring fluttered through the stifling silence but neither of them made a move for their phones. Chuuya could see his dark screen, without any sign of contact from his underlings. He knew it had to be her who was receiving a call but never did she move to answer; Instead her eyes, hollow and void, stayed trailed on the passing buildings. Soon those towering works of architecture would turn to natural tree’s of a forest as they neared their destination. After several minutes, the phone’s ring stopped only to start a moment later.

Sighing, (Y/N) reached into her pocket and pulled the phone to where she could see it. Her hands made quick work to silence the ringer but she didn’t ignore the call. Instead she pressed the answer button and brought the device to her ear. “What’s up?”

“Where are you?” Isaac was quick to the point, annoyance obvious in the way his loud words stabbed through her ear. Chuuya heard mumbled shouts through the line but couldn’t quite make out what was being said. “Dinner’s ready and I’ve yet to even receive a message from you, so I’m going to make the assumption that you haven’t even left the office yet.”

“I’ve left the office.” (Y/N)’s eyed the street as Chuuya made a sharp right turn, it was a clean motion that made it clear he was well acquainted with his car. “But I don’t think I’ll be able to make it in time. Mori has me doing some recon with a new partner.”

“Are you fucking kidding me!” Isaac snapped through the phone, she could only imagine the look of anger that had likely appeared on his face from her honest claim. Her plan had been to take her time checking out the scene then be back to town in time for Isaac to take her home, but Mori had put her in a bit of disposition. Instead, it was late and she wouldn’t be back in town for a while. “If I had my ability connected to you then I’d drag you here myself, but I guess this can’t be helped. You better make it up to them though; Disappointing me is a usual occurrence for you but they deserve more than that.”

Chuuya felt a bit bad as he could see the tiredness on her face and he knew that whoever was shouting on the other end of the line wasn’t helping. He watched as she took a deep breath, chest beginning to rise and fall in a pattern. “I’ll find a way. Have a nice night.”

Not long after she’d wish him a nice night did Isaac hang up the phone, two beeps signaling the ending of the phone call. She pocketed the device and leaned into the window once more, heat from her body causing fog to slowly creep along the once clear glass. Chuuya opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask a question, but there was little he could think to say as he watched her dissociate from her surrounding environment. Part of him believed she was naive, joining him in his car without even asking a question and the way she trusted him enough to turn her back to him in such a confined space, but he didn’t see her reflection. Though the latter was far different, her eyes had been glued to his reflection in the window from the moment she’d situated herself in his passenger seat; She waited for the moment he’d make an attempt to do something, anything, but it never came.

“Thank you for the ride.” It had taken a half hour for either of them to brave past the awkwardness inside the car and her tone was quiet as if she didn’t truly want to say them, but Chuuya took the moment to continue on.

“It’s no problem, I’d just finished up some paperwork and thought you could use a ride if we’re going to the same place. We are going to the same place, right?” The sudden realization hit that he hadn’t a clue where she wanted to go and he wanted to be sure that their destination was agreed upon. “The crime scene?”

(Y/N) chuckled at his distressed words, “That would be correct.”

Once again a silence overtook the car, their momentary conversation coming to an end after only a short share of sentences. (Y/N) had taken to her phone, it's screen alight as she scrolled through what seemed to be countless messages. After several minutes of reading she began to click away a very sternly worded message to one of her subordinates. Chuuya went back to driving, his eyes ever so often glancing at his GPS to ensure he was still driving in the right direction.

“You never answered my question.” (Y/N) slammed her phone down on her lap and Chuuya pretended not to notice her obvious anger. Chuuya quirked a brow at her question, head turning to meet her (E/C) eyes in the darkness. She was obviously tired with the way her eyes sunk into her skull and the bags presented them self so sternly. “Did you enjoy the wine?”

“Oh. Yeah, I did. It was quite the bottle, didn’t think I’d be drinking anything that fancy last night.” His face turned sour at an unpleasant memory. “Also didn’t think I’d be drinking as disgusting as the one your friend offered me.”

“In Isaac’s defense, I did ask him for the shittiest bottle he had on the shelf. Apparently it’s the one he gives to people he doesn’t like.” She smiled and turned her phone over when a message made the screen turn on once again. “Might explain why he gave it to me.”

“I thought you two looked close, was my assumption of friends not correct?”

(Y/N) dropped her head, skull smacking against the headrest as she let out a bitter laugh once again. “Isaac and I are a lot more than friends, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t hate him a majority of the time. He’s quite pretentious.”

“You’re different from that woman I met last night; More uptight, scrutinous. That woman who stole my hat wouldn’t have asked a mafia boss if he was scared of her.”

“What can I say, I have many different faces. Same could be said for you Mr.Nakahara.” (Y/N) jabbed at his last name, using a formality that he didn’t truly enjoy. Not many called him by his last name, though it was seen as informal in Japan, and he preferred it that way. “You seem a lot more relaxed than when you were yelling at that young man in the hallway this morning.”

Chuuya’s face fell as he recalled this morning's events: The hangover had only heightened his senses and formed a brutal knot that attacked his head throughout the day. While on his way to the meeting he’d had a run-in with a newer mafioso who had purposely bumped shoulders with Chuuya thinking he was better than the executive himself. That had ended in quite the outburst on the executives half, it had been loud but it got the point across. Disrespect was intolerable in Chuuya’s eyes and the ache in his head had only been nurtured by the yelling he’d done, so of course his anger at the newer member only increased as the day went on. He knew it was wrong but there was little he’d have done differently.

“He was a little punk.” Chuuya grumbled.

They both fell back into a silence, but it no longer rang with an unsaid tension or insatiable curiosity. Instead it seems to flutter with a peaceful wisp of camaraderie as both parties came to a mutual understanding: Neither of them wanted to be partners but until they could find a way out of this arraignment, they might as well do the bare minimum and get along with one another. It would be better not to build any new alliances to the core of the port mafia considering as soon as this was solved, (Y/N) would be flying back to Russia and likely wouldn’t maintain contact with anyone she’d met during her time here.

Finally, after what seemed to span the length of hours, Chuuya made the final turn into a large driveway. Whoever had passed was surely paid well during their time at the mafia. The driveway was circular, encasing a large tree with withered branches that seemed to scratch the star filled sky. Two cars were parked in front of a large house that seemed to hold remnants of classical French architecture, several hints of Japanese style building melded nicely with the classical look. It stood tall, enclosed by shorter surrounding trees, but it was still welcoming; Every part of it held a feeling of home as if someone had spent their whole life building wonderful memories inside the building.

(Y/N) was the first to leave the car, not waiting for any gestures of chivalry from the man who had been kind enough to drive her so far from the city. She’d realized quite a long time ago that people would do the bare minimum to help you but would ask for the world in return. Chuuya was quick to follow her lead, hand working to take the key from the ignition before leaving his car and being sure to lock it. The two walked fairly far from one another, their eyes wandering in case there were any unwarranted guests still lurking in the area.

The steps to the front door were quickly scaled, Chuuya using an unnecessary amount of his ability to propel himself up the half a dozen stone stairs. (Y/N) took the steps in pairs and in a moment was standing beside her newly assigned partner: Her eyes began to wander along his body, gathering every bit of his appearance to her memory- from the choker wrapped snugly around his neck and down to the slight heels of his boots. A light red coated his feet for a moment before eventually dissipating; She was left to assume it was his ability, Gravity Manipulation.

She’d spent her night researching the many new people who’d been taken to working under Mori in her absence; Many of them had dark and depressing tales, but she didn’t judge for her’s wasn’t much better. Instead she took note of which part of their past might have pushed them to be considered a vain and villainous member of the Port Mafia: Motives often told if someone would inevitably betray you. Yet the most elusive of them all seemed to be her partner himself, even if he were an executive she should still have had access to any documentation of his early life. Nothing. No mention of a family, no close friends, no reason to live a life like this.

All she got from an hour of scouring documents was his ability, an address, and several mission reports that when looked at through her perspective made little to no sense. Perhaps if she had been closer with Dazai around that time frame then some parts of it would have made more sense: King of Sheep, Arahabaki, Rando. Her only connections to Dazai during those few years were their shared title of executive, several miniature missions during the Dragon’s Head Conflict, and Oda. None of it had made for long, friendly conversations; She was much like him in some ways, never attending the meetings where she might have met Chuuya, but unlike him she never was one to take to a partner or a trainee. Another person would only get in her way.

She was a shadow, faceless to all but those closest to her, feared by those who knew of her power: Mori made sure that her true identity remained furtive. One thing every person opposing the Mafia knew was that trust was never an option, it would only take a single wrong assumption before they��d be stabbed in the back by what was thought to be their friend. Once the Dragon’s Head Conflict had come to an end anybody who knew of her true identity had gone missing under what is still considered ‘Mysterious Circumstances’, of course there were several who still knew what she was capable of but those were the people that there was no need to kill: They were either an ally or to far in her past to matter during that time.

Lost in thought, she was only returned when Chuuya attempted to open the door, soon to realize that it remained locked, a disappointed groan rasped through his chest. He had thought that whoever had been here last might’ve had the common sense to leave it unlocked for when the next investigators were to arrive. The house didn’t officially have an address so supposedly the only people who knew of it were those in the mafia; Well now that list would also include whoever had taken her life. Perhaps it was best that they didn’t have a way into the building, it was very late and (Y/N) seemed to be tiring rather quickly. Chuuya was in a similar stance, his vermilion eyes sunken with the pain of an unending headache.

“Well this is a major bust.” Chuuya made a turn and began to make his way back to his car, its black nearly hiding it in the darkness of the night. After a moment he realized that the presence beside him was missing as (Y/N) still stood rooted to her spot before the large doors. The two waited in silence, Chuuya’s eyes on her and her eye’s on the door blocking her from completing the job.

(Y/N) reeled her leg back, jumpsuit clutching to every inch of her body except for her hands and face- (S/C) fingers balled into fists as she prepared for the incoming impact to the door, face rigid with seriousness but still being just as beautiful as it had been gleaming in the bar light. She was the definition of perfect with a body handcrafted by whatever god pulled the strings of life, it was strange to see how all her little imperfections came together to make something so stunning. Chuuya hadn’t time to admire any of that, instead his focus remained on the fact that she had only the need for a single kick to take the doors down. Their hinges creaked under the force before the doors well flat to the ground with a loud thud.

“No need for a door if she’s dead.” Her words would come off as heartless to anyone, but Chuuya understood what she meant by it. To the latter it was merely her way of saying that they’d come this far and without anyone living inside the building there wasn’t much of a need for a door anymore. Perhaps he should have been angry with the way that she’d worded it, so cruel to a fallen friend of his, but there wasn’t a need to strike an argument over something so trivial. He understood well enough that people in this line of work weren’t ones to usually feel remorse at the loss of a life.

She was first to enter the house, not waiting for her partner to say anything more as she set out to find the truth as to what exactly was the reason behind her return. Mori had given her little information and no broker in the city seemed to know anything so the last hope was dissecting the body of their fallen comrade. Of course she felt forlorn, she hadn’t known this woman but yet was asking her to sacrifice her body for the sake of others. (Y/N) had killed, there was no denying that, but even after all the lives she’d taken, she still wasn’t numb.

Numbness would only succumb when the light of her own eyes dwindled from its constant flicker to a mere ashy stare. Hundreds have died at her hand and she felt little remorse, but every person was like a scar- digging their scared nails across her skin as she killed without mercy. The first scratch always hurts the worst but with every new person falling to their knees before her, the pain slowly begins to fade; But it was still there, in the very depths of her mind. After so many years she might as well just be considered numb; Her dither long since gone and any guilt for the torutre she’d put people through had slowly leaked from her mind as if it were an open drain. Their lives meant little to her, only stepping stools to allow her to climb to her status at the top.

The house was dark, itching with a silence that crept along the corners in fear of being smothered by rattling steps. Chuuya noticed the uneasy air as he walked mere steps behind (Y/N), it was as though the silence itself had taken a conscious form and was preparing to strangle them in a single moment. Their steps mixed to one in a dance of paired solitude and both their breaths seemed to do the same: In seperate bodies they became one to make the sounds of their presence near indistinguishable. In that moment their minor disagreements had faded and they became a team made in heaven but fallen to the hellish life of the mafia. If anyone were to still be in that house then their life would likely soon be ended.

(Y/N) was the first to come to the end of the hall, her steps coming to a halt in a matter of seconds as she scanned the large open area. The hall they passed through had only been twenty paces through the door, meaning that whoever had broken in to commit the crime had either been very quiet or came in via a different route. They had passed several doors along their way but nothing inside them had caught her attention; An office in pristine shape with papers stacked high atop its glimmering wooden surface, a closet only half full of shoes and clothing that likely belonged to a mixture of genders, and a bathroom with a set of standard mission clothes laying on its tile floor. In her mind (Y/N) could see what had happened that night: She had entered her home and quickly stripped from her blood soaked clothing, as for the rest she would likely find more the further she explored the house.

Whoever this woman had been, she had quite the taste in architecture. The hall led into an area that seemed to act as a living room of sorts, a couch and television situated by a large wall of windows. On the other side of the glass was a large garden with paths leading further into the depths of its secrets. To the left was a floating staircase that led to the second story and to the right was a kitchen, only separated from the living room by a marble island.

“I’ll search upstairs and you can take it down here.” Chuuya pushed by (Y/N) as he spoke, his voice low enough so that only she could hear. He doubted that anyone was still in the house, even if there were then they likely knew of their presence, but being cautious in these times would not only keep himself safe but his partner as well. “If you need help then don’t be afraid to call.”

He didn’t wait for a response as he climbed the stairs and disappeared into the depths of the darkness. Standing alone in the center of the house made her surroundings feel so much larger, the space behind her was no longer radiated with warmth. Upstairs she could hear the creak of the floorboards as Chuuya walked down the halls, (Y/N) focused her sights on the kitchen and slowly crept over. Her hand ran along the smooth white walls and finally, upon stepping foot on the kitchen tiles, she felt the light panel beneath her fingers.

She flipped the switch and the light hanging from the ceiling lit the room with a brightness that not even the moon could provide at this hour. Without the darkness lingering through the air (Y/N) was finally able to properly see the area around her. It was sparkling and clean, pristine as though it had been cleaned thoroughly the day before. No blood, no body, and certainly no danger. It was almost peaceful.

Almost.

(Y/N) could see the splatter of blood drenching the cushions of the light gray sofa, the red looked almost black from so far away but she knew the truth behind it. When blood is dried then it darkens and the stain is likely to never be clean from the surface. The woman had rid herself of her blood stained clothes and used a towel to wash away the visible streaks on her skin (It was impossible to erase the ones along her soul) and had rested upon the couch to recuperate from such a burdensome mission; Then she had been killed. Mori had said the body would be covered with a sheet in preparation of dissection, but yet there was no sheet in sight.

Someone had been here long before their arrival, and that person was no friend of the mafia. Whoever had come here and disturbed the scene had taken the body as to prevent any information from being extracted: With the blood having been left out for so long there was likely little remaining information to be collected from it. The body was gone and so were any of the leads that had been left with it. The only hope they had now was if those that had discovered the body before them had been wise enough to at least collect some samples of their DNA.

(Y/N) sighed and left the kitchen, light still fluttering throughout the bottom most floor of the house. Her feet clicked gently against the wooden floors as she slowly walked towards the blood stained couch. The blood clashed violently with the white cushions and it was obvious that her death had been the cause of blood loss, one large pool and several surrounding droplets proposed the idea of a knife wound rather than a gunshot.

She turned away from the stain in an almost defensive manner and scanned the rest of the area, eyes clawing through the darkness searching for something that wasn’t quite there. “Did you find anything down here?”

“Missing body. Cause of death likely a knife wound.” Chuuya jumped down the last two steps and stalked towards her, hands in his pocket. He walked past her and to the couch, his hand trailing along the top of the cushion and down to the stain.

“You figured all of that out from a couple of blood stains?” He nearly chuckled at the confidence that laced itself through her analyses.

“If it were poison there wouldn’t have been a blood stain. Gunshot wounds would be more splattered and less centered around a focal point. Whether it be a stab or a slice across the neck, a knife would cause the blood to drip to a specific point. It’s simple enough logic.” (Y/N) wasn’t paying attention to Chuuya as she spoke, her explanation dripping methodically from her mouth as her (E/C) eyes locked onto something.

The back doors gleamed with reflections of the kitchen's light, but through that bright light were shadows. Dark and dripping with mystery they encased the gazebo in an unnatural darkness. Chuuya continued to talk about what they were to do now, but his words fell on deaf ears as (Y/N)’s hand reached for the door handle. With one hard pull the door slid to the side and made an opening more than large enough for her to pass through. It seemed as though Chuuya hadn’t noticed as he continued to look around the lower floor to look at the stains on the couch.

With little hesitation, (Y/N) left the warmth of the house's walls and stepped into the cold breeze of the autumn outdoors. Her shoes had a different click as they went from the hardwood floor to a pathway of large rocks. The backyard was large and spiraled with countless flowers that danced in the moonlight, hundreds of bushes that still seemed to bloom even in the coming winter. Rows of Lilacs scatter around, their purple clashing violently with the numerous roses bushes scatter about, the red petals dancing with the color of blood and making (Y/N) cringe. They were such beautiful flowers, but they lulled people in with their beauty and then painted their petals red with their victims blood.

The closer she stepped to the gazebo, the more she noticed the shadows retreating as her eyes adjusted to the environment. Finally she was able to see what she had actually caught sight of from the house.

A head, severed from its body laid in a small pool of dried blood, far less than there should have been. It was clear that the head was from the victim, her long hair was matted with blood and the area where her neck met the concrete had gnarled skin and cuts that had scabbed with dried blood. Her eyes were open, glossed over as though she were still alive and trapped in a trance. Her mouth was slightly agape, trails of blood running from the corners of her mouth and down her face.

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FAVES & FAILS: #1 (Teen Wolf)

I’ve decided to do this questionnaire when a show/book series/movies where I answer these questions with fun gifs too (its Tumblr, what did you expect?), if you want more info, the original idea post with links to each of my completed lists is here ⚡️. A bunch of my faves have already ended so getting all of these out will take a minute, but I’m aiming to post a new one twice per week. 🤞🏻Anyway, enjoy!! OH!! ALSO, I’ll be discussing plot elements in this list so...SPOILER ALERT!!

TV Show FAVES and FAILS: TEEN WOLF

FAVORITE MALE CHARACTER: STILES STILINSKI

HANDS DOWN, no question about it! He was the soul of the show, and funny, and so incredibly human on a show full of the inhuman, and that was what made him so integral. Anyway, I could go on forever about how much I love Stiles, but here’s a gif:

LEAST FAVORITE MALE CHARACTER: GERARD ARGENT

There isn’t really a male that makes me want to punch something, so good for the writers, I guess?

FAVORITE FEMALE CHARACTER: LYDIA MARTIN

I really want to say Allison but it HAS to be Lydia, hands down! Her character development from a girl pretending to be vapid and shallow and who hid her genius so she could “fit in”, to a strong, powerful, confident woman secure in who she really is and the power inside of her (figuratively AND literally, lol), this girl is the real MVP.

LEAST FAVORITE FEMALE CHARACTER: MONROE

This was hard because there are several female characters that made me want to throw my laptop out of the window. The short list is Kate Argent, Allison’s mom... I could go on... but Monroe’s systematic attempt to wipe all supernaturals out of Beacon Hills and then maybe the rest of the world gave me fucking high blood pressure and a rage issue. I don't care how “scared” you are, killing a kid who hasn't done anything wrong just because they are different than you is some fucked up, borderline genocidal bullshit. And she survived the finale!!? Like I had to deal with her self-righteous smirky attitude and you didn't even have the decency to punch her in the face and let me watch?!? Rude.

THE CHARACTER THAT DESERVED BETTER: Aiden (and kind of Ethan)

I badly want to say Allison again here because I love and miss her tons. But she died protecting her family and friends and I believe that she is happy wherever she went afterward. Watching Aiden die in his twin brother’s arms I don’t know who I felt the worst for. The boy dying, or his brother who now has to live without him... I’m gonna go cry now, brb.

THE DEADWEIGHT CHARACTER WE SHOULD’VE DUMPED IN 2009: Kate Argent

Luckily she was not a regularly appearing character, but when she showed up it was always “for revenge” and I'm like...can we just...not this season? I was having a lovely time and then you showed up with your petty anger for whatever fucking shit that happened in, like season one. Like, honey... if it’s been so long since you’ve been relevant that I have to google what you’re upset about because I have honestly forgotten...maybe it’s time to let that shit go. Kindly fuck off now, please...

OVERHYPED CHARACTER: Derek Hale

Like, don’t get me wrong, he’s great and I loved when he was on the show, but I feel like some people think he carried the show and it wouldn't survive without him. Well, surprise! because he went away after season 4 and I still think some of their best shit came in season 5 and the beginning of season 6.

UNDERHYPED CHARACTER: Deaton

Um, he was basically Scott’s druid emissary and he got no recognition for it. He saved all of the main pack members’ lives at least once. Also he didn't make Stiles pay for the windows, so he’s apparently not an asshole.

OVERHYPED SHIP: Scott and Malia

I feel like they had to adjust the final season A TON because of Dylan’s injury and Kira not coming back and I think the writers panicked when they didn't know who to put Scott with (because our leading man could never not have a girlfriend, *gasp* THE HORROR!) because Lydia needed to be with Stiles and I think they picked Malia because she was basically the only one left...I was never into it. In fact, when my friend texted me after we watched the episode where they get together, my response back to her was literally “meh 🤷🏻‍♀️”.

UNDERHYPED SHIP: Allison and Isaac

It would’ve been so nice to see where that relationship went. Don’t get me wrong, had she lived, I would’ve wanted Allison to end up with Scott. But I loved that the show was willing to say that it is okay to fall in love more than once in your life. Sometimes the shows aimed at a younger audience have a tendency to act like your first love has to be the one you’re with until you die and that’s just not realistic. It was nice that the writers didn't box these characters into that mold because it gave them more depth as characters.

FAVORITE SHIP: Stiles and Lydia

I don’t know how to explain how much I love this pairing. Like, from the beginning he saw her for how amazing she was and he supported her as she came into her powers and then she was always there making sure that someone was taking care of him when he was taking care of, literally, everyone else, and then when he disappeared SHE KNEW something was wrong nearly instantly, and ‘remeMBER I LOVE YOU’ I need to stop before this run-on sentence goes on forever. ALSO they’re canon official, which never fucking happens for my ships so I’m fucking excited, sue me.

FAVORITE VILLAIN: Deucalion

His backstory was well-developed and deep, he was clear with his goals, he actually executed said goals in a logical and timely manner, he was a fucking ALPHA OF ALPHAS, nuf said.

MOST HEARTBREAKING MOMENT: Allison’s Death

Hands down, the most heartbreaking moment on the show, and I will fight anyone who comes at me with a different opinion. Because like--she was smiling when she was stabbed because she had figured out a way to help her friends and then she died in Scott’s arms and told him she loved him even though they weren’t together she still loved him and he still loved her, and I truly believe that she had zero regrets when she died, and how bittersweet is that???! But Scott couldn't take her pain because it didn’t hurt anymore, and Lydia had to feel her best friend die and she screamed Allison’s name and if you are not hurting right now are you a monster???!?!

FAVORITE STORYLINE: Eichen House Escape/Dread Doctors in Season 5

It was hard to pick between the Dark Druid storyline in season 3A, but the Eichen rescue/Lydia learning how to be a BAMF Banshee from Meredith while she was catatonic (ALSO ‘Stiles saved me’ I AM DEAD!!!), and the whole la bête du gévaudan thing was great, and reuniting the pack after Theo had royally fucked it up earlier that season, it was all just superb! *chef’s kiss*

STORYLINE WE COULD’VE DONE WITHOUT: Like, the whole second half of the last season, TBH

It was a petty, counterintuitive, and just garbage. The monster was dumb, Monroe is a royal twat (as I stated above), and it didn't have a conclusion. Like, the fuck? This isn't Game of Fucking Thrones you guys do not need to leave every season finale with so many loose ends it make people want to throw their laptops off of a cliff into a vat of hydrochloric acid. And it was the LAST SEASON so there’s no hope of fixing this bullshit storyline. ugh, kill me now.

BIGGEST PLOTHOLE: Scott’s pretty selective “True Alpha” powers

They, like, kind of tried to pass it off as it taking a ton of energy so he can’t always do it all the time. But he got through a mountain ash barrier to save Deaton and activated his True Alpha but then couldn't get into Eichen to get Lydia out because of the mountain ash...? oh and also where the fuck did Cora and Isaac go? (I, sincerely, hope he’s not still just chinning in fucking France wondering were Argent fucked off to)

OVERALL MARKS OUT OF TEN (10 being that watching this show has probably increased your life’s worth by at least five percent; 1 being the only thing this show has given me is a stomach ulcer and trust issues):

8.75 out of 10. This show was a blessing and I would definitely recommend it to other people. (mostly because I love to get people hooked on my favorite shows and then they're stuck and we can be tortured together).

THE END! Thanks for reading my overly-long and overly-obsessive list. Do come again soon. I’ll probably have another of these up next week. 🤍🤍🤍

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We don’t believe what’s on TV - Chapter 42

Chapter 41 - Epilogue - Chapter 43

We don’t believe what’s on TV masterlist

Resume: I had an ordinary life, or that’s what I wanted to believe. I lost myself in the TV series that I listened to forget the normal boring life. What I didn’t know, however, was that my life would change completely overnight.

Finding myself in 2013 at Beacon Hills County.

This is a Stiles x Reader

Previously: The finale battle against the Darach. Speaking to survive. Or to die. The monster won anyway.

In this chapter: Waking up. Feeling hope, feeling alive, until the truth is revealed.

Word count: 3635

A/N: I know it’s been a while. This chapter isn’t proofreaded, but I think it’s good enough to be posted. And also... sorry for the wait omg. After this chapter, there’s a little sneak peek for next seasons. Then, chapter 43 is in season 3b... and the void story can begin.

Nothing. Is this what life look like after death? Emptiness, blackness everywhere, total absence of sensation? No, that's not true. I do feel something. I'm in something, I feel it now. It's liquid, a thick liquid that surrounds me. Too thick and not cold enough to be water. Barely noticeable when I don’t move.

I notice that my eyes are closed, and I feel stupid. That's why it was so dark! I try to open them, but nothing happens. I can’t move my eyelids, they are stuck …

Something pulls my lower eyelids when I try to lift them. I understand with horror why quickly, and panic wins me. My arms shake in the liquid, pressing on my face to touch my eyes, and what I feel fills me with terror. A rope, thin, connects my two eyelids together, preventing them from opening. And when I want to open my mouth to scream, ask for help, a muffled sound answers me. I can’t open my mouth either. My holes are sewn, and the more I try to open them, the more the rope pulls on my skin. Soon, I feel blood flowing on my chin and my cheeks.

It's a nightmare, I have to wake up. No ... I'm dead. And I'm in hell. Again.

"You really have to learn to trust a fox."

I panic too much. I can no longer breathe, and, possessing by fear, I open one of my eyes by force. My eyelids tear, I can feel the skin tearing apart. The pain explodes in my eye, then my skull, and my scream stays smothered against my closed lips. I finally manage to open my eye, and immediately, I regret wanting to look.

I don’t bathe in water, no. I am in a pool of blood. And everywhere around me floats motionless bodies.

"Y/n ..."

My name walks in the air, bounces against the surface of the liquid as the body moves slowly to the rhythm of the waves. My eyes fill with water but only one can cry, the one that I force to open.

"Y/n ..."

Stop ... Leave me ... Leave me alone... I don’t want to see anymore, but I can’t close my eye. It's too late. And no matter where I look, a face is staring at me, death stares filled with grudge, silently accusing me of their fate. The image is imbued in my brain.

"Y/n, wake up."

I open my eyes suddenly. My hands are stretched in the air and the cold meets my skin. A scream escapes from my mouth, burning my lungs that seem to be on fire. I am no longer in the blood. And soon, hands grab my outstretched arms, and I find myself sitting in a bed. The white is sparkling compared to the darkness from where I was a few moments ago.

I am in a hospital room. That's a fact. But I am still in the world of Teen Wolf or elsewhere?

Turning my head to the side to discover the identity of the hand still on my arm, I look at who’s near me.

"I am void ..."

A golden glance, extinguished, fixes me. Dry lips curl upward, and a tongue comes out to lick the dry lips. A pale skin. Intense hair that holds up with too much gel. Dark circles under the eyes. I have a sudden backward movement. I pull back my arm and snuggle into the corner of the bed in a ball, and start crying softly. No ... It's impossible ... Did I spend months in a coma? Is it too late? Void took possession of Stiles and killed everyone? I close my eyes forcefully until I feel pain. My nightmare comes back to mind, how I would have preferred to keep my eyes sewn rather than face the carnage. I had chosen to look away rather than face reality, and I was still doing it. I didn’t understand anything anymore …

"Y/n? It's me, Stiles ... "

His voice was the same. No trace of the nogitsune, his dark presence was making the voice of the boy I loved so much more serious and rude than it currently was. However, he knew exactly how to imitate the true Stiles. I couldn’t trust it.

"Y/n ..." Stiles tried again, this time putting his hand on my arm. His skin was warm and the gesture gave me a sudden sense of security. More and more confused, I raised my head quickly towards him. This time, I met the warm, golden look I was used to. The one I loved so much. What I loved less, thought, was the sadness and pain that inhabited that look. Hesitant, Stiles stood on the end of his chair, his hand outstretched toward me, fearing to hurt me more. Fearing my reaction.

Void wasn’t here. No trace of the nogitsune of my nightmare. I had to imagine everything. Or, it was a new monster hit. Playing with my fears, it was good at that.

"Stiles ..." I murmured, tears of relief flowing quickly over my cheeks. I couldn’t hold them back. He was there, alive, he was fine, except for the nasty cut on his forehead. Allison and Isaac had found him. Everyone had to be okay, I hoped. Unable to bear the distance that separated us, I rushed into his arms. And as soon as the contact was made, a diffuse heat enveloped me entirely. It was comfortable, reassuring, and above all, nice. I hugged him as hard as I could, letting my tears dip his sweater and his, my hospital gown.

"Y/n!"

Looking up, I saw Scott stand behind Stiles near the door, motionless. The surprise on his face turned to relief and he rushed towards me. I wiped my nose mechanically, left the comfort of Stiles' arms to let myself be transported by Scott's. He squeezed me so hard that I gasped, but I never complained or asked him to let me go. He smelled sweat, sand and blood, odorous detail informing me that he had not had time or bothered to wash since ...

"How are the others? And Jennifer, is she dead? How long was I ... What happened?" I asked without taking a breath. Scott put his hands on my shoulders and sat next to me on the bed. Stiles left his chair and also climbed onto the mattress. I moved my legs to make room for the two most important boys for me, ready to listen.

"Everyone is fine," Scott began. "Thanks to you ... Jennifer's last sacrifices were saved, ruining her plan." At his words, Scott offered me a small smile as Stiles slid his hand into mine, as if to say thank you. I looked at him and squeezed his hand back, silently telling him you’re welcome. "But Y/n, what you did ..." I turned my attention back to Scott, listening to him. But he paused in his words, his dark eyes detailing me, his brows frowning. The silence was inhabited by the beeps of the monitors and the sounds of people moving in the hallway. "Why did you come ..." He fidgeted on the bed, and it was my turn to frown. "And how did you know where we were ..."

"I ..." I started, squeezing Stiles' hand unconsciously, like a rescue rope. My head bowed as I stared at the blanket covering my legs, unable to look anyone in the eyes. "I didn’t know, just as I didn’t know how to drive and ..."

"Melissa and Chris are still angry that you left them behind," Stiles laughed to change the subject and relax the atmosphere, coming to my rescue, as always. I lowered my head. I had so much to say to him, explanations, apologies and thanks.

"Sorry," I shook a shoulder, still unable to look at them. Unable to give them an explanation that would satisfy them. I didn’t even know myself.

"On a brighter note," Stiles went on, leaving no time for silence to return and add more discomfort. "Scott has a big news!"

"Oh?" I asked as I looked up at my half brother. The latter smiled at me and flaunted his eyes. They shone a beautiful red, powerful and warm. Nothing to do with the cold , bloodthirsty and violent red pupils of the monster.

After telling me everything I had missed, telling me one more time that everyone was fine - even the twins who had been badly injured trying to protect Lydia were getting better - Scott left me and Stiles alone so he could go tell his mother and the others that I was awake. I asked who else was there, but he only smiled at me, left a kiss on my forehead, and left the room.

I was now alone with Stiles. No one to stop us, no more monsters, no nightmares at the very moment. It only took a few seconds for his mouth to be against mine, kissing me quickly. Our rapid breathing mingled as the kiss continued. We were out of breath and the speed of the beeps on the monitor had increased. My hands clung desperately to his sweater while his was laying on my back gently. However, I could feel his fingers bending over my hospital gown, restraining himself from slipping under the thin fabric.

"I was so scared ..." He confessed between rapid breaths. "So scared you wouldn’t wake up ..."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, kissing his lips one last time before putting my forehead against his. "So sorry ... for everything ..."

We remained like that, motionless, a good moment, each of us taking advantage of the presence of the other. No questions were asked about how I did, what I did, why I had a weird reaction when I woke up and saw him. It didn’t matter, not when we were finally together. I was scared too, afraid he wouldn’t wake up from the ritual, afraid to never see him again, afraid of never being able to tell him …

"Me too," I murmured, feeling a smile on my face as I stepped back to plunge my eyes into his. Stiles tilted his head slowly, not understanding right away. His lips were a little swollen by the kiss, and his cheeks had that pretty red hue that made him even cuter. Like that was possible. "I love you too, Stiles."

And the smile that lit up his face then was well worth it. It was probably worth all the risks I had taken to get here. All the decisions, sometimes bad, that I had taken. All the suffering endured. The nightmares that were surely not over. The happiness and love that was living in me were so good. It was worth it. And I could easily have spent hours looking at his face, his shining eyes, his beautiful smile.

knock Knock knock

The sound made us jump at the same time. So concentrated, lost in the beauty of the other, I had forgotten that we were in a public place. Expecting Melissa to be behind the door, or that Scott was back, I answered a faint come in, but I was surprised to see the sheriff appear at the door. The latter couldn’t hold his smile when he saw his son near me, hand in hand, and of course, it made Stiles blush even more. But he hid his embarrassment by winking at his father, who then rolled his eyes.

"Y/n, can I come in? I have something to tell you. "

I nodded and the sheriff entered the room. As Stiles was about to leave, Melissa appeared behind Noah, making me jump again.

"Stay, Stiles. You should hear that too. "

Intrigued, the hyperactive rested his perfect butt on my bed and put his hand in mine, where it belonged. The sheriff remained standing and Melissa came to sit next to me, where her son had been sitting not long before. Both parents exchanged glances, then Melissa spoke.

"First, you're grounded," the nurse announced in a firm voice. My smile disappeared and I tilted my head to the side, not understanding immediately. "For taking the car and leaving us behind!" She added. And I almost believed her anger so much she was doing convincing, but when the smile cracked her expression, I realized she was playing with me. "Y/n. Neither me nor Chris are mad at you. You ... you saved us. And you saved our kids. I don’t know how we would have done without you." I was going to protest again, that I hadn’t done anything, but she interrupted me. "Oh, don’t be too happy, you're really grounded. But that's not what we wanted to talk to you about. Your punishment will come later. "

"Do you remember what you told us?" The sheriff went on, taking a step toward us. "Under the tree, when we were tied up." I nodded, waiting for the rest. I said a lot of things. "That an FBI agent told you that legally, you couldn’t stay with Melissa."

The sadness of this truth came back to my mind and I bowed my head, trying to swallow my tears. How could I forget. Everything was going so well, bad news had to ruin everything, didn’t they? They were going to tell me I couldn’t stay with Scott and Melissa. I already felt the hard words to hear perforating my eardrums. I could already see myself packing my bags and leaving this house that had become so familiar.

"Well, I did some research," the sheriff coughed and I looked up to understand why. Stiles stared at him intently, his brows frowning and his ears red, fulminating. "Okay, we did some research," he specified, and his son nodded, satisfied with the clarification. "It happens that there is a legal way for you to stay."

"What ...?" I asked, hope coming back in me like a flower blooming in spring. After months of rain, the sun finally lit up my heart.

Melissa didn’t answer me, no. Instead, she handed me some papers that I took slowly with some uncertainty. I stared at the nurse, and she nodded to the papers, inviting me to read. My hand shook softly as I pulled the sheet close to my face so I could read the inscription. And I had to re-read it several times before the words finally made their way into my brain.

Adoption application form

My eyes immediately filled with water and a tear fell on the paper. Panicked, I wiped it quickly and continued reading, too moved to be able to speak. Once I deciphered the paper entirely, I could focus more at something written at the bottom. Bottom right to be more precise. A simple signature on a line made all the difference.

I looked up at Melissa, waiting for more explanations. Not only she had her eyes full of water, but a huge smile was on her face.

"Do you agree to be officially and legally a McCall?" Melissa asked. Still unable to speak, I could only nod before bursting into tears in the arms of my new mother. Soon, my bed shook and a new heat enveloped me. Scott. We were finally a family. Nothing could make me happier. And I hoped nothing was going to ruin this moment. My heart was filled, filled with love, happiness and light. Not even the monster could come to take this joy away, I was sure of it.

Afterwards, Melissa made me sign the paper while explaining to me what it meant. Now part of the family, a large part of the hospital costs were going to be covered by the insurance. No more worries about that. Moreover, since Melissa was now taking care of two teenagers while being a single parent, she would receive a small amount of money each month, according to the law. No one would bother me with my memory, if I remembered my past, nor about my identity. She left, adding that I would soon be able to leave the hospital because my results showed significant improvements.

That same evening, several people came to visit. First Allison and his father, who thanked me again another time. Chris didn’t mention it, but I knew something was disturbing him when he was in the room. He seemed on his guard, or worried. Allison wished me a good recovery, and promised me that as soon as I got better, we would resume training. Then came Isaac who stayed only briefly. He didn’t want to linger but still wanted to know how I was doing. Finally, Derek and Cora made their entries. The former alpha apologized for taking such risks, for following Jennifer, even if he only wanted to help, and I decided to not yell at him for being so careless. It was useless, if Derek Hale felt he owed me, he wouldn’t change his mind. His sister didn’t speak much, except for vows of recovery, and she announced her departure. I knew somehow she would left since she wasn’t in season 3b, but I felt a bit sad. Farewell were exchanged, and they left. Finally, Stiles came back to see me one last time before the end of the visits. He congratulated me again on the adoption, and asked me if I wanted him to stay for the night like the other time. And although I really wanted to, the dark circles under his eyes suggested that he needed a good night of sleep. A last, simple kiss that left me breathless, and he left for the night, leaving me alone for the first time since I woke up.

I couldn’t sleep. On one side or the other, the joy overflowed in my heart so much I couldn’t close my eyes. And then, I refused to sink into the arms of the monster and his nightmares waiting for me. I knew he was waiting for me patiently, ready to take revenge. He was weaker than ever, the healing of the darach's poison had finished exhausting the forces he had accumulated since Derek's sacrifice. He was sitting quietly in a dark corner of my mind, the dream one. He could always reach me by that, and I was only hoping that the hallucination of Void I had when I woke up was due to everything but him. Missed only hallucination in broad daylight, again, to better ruin my life.

So, I didn’t dare close my eyes. I stared at the window and watched the clouds move slowly on the blackboard of the night, the moon shining on that cloudy evening. A small smile never left my lips. Everything was fine, everyone was fine. I had told Stiles that I loved him, we had kissed, Melissa was going to adopt me, Scott had become an alpha, Isaac didn’t hate me anymore ... I wasn’t alone.

Crack

It was a barely audible sound. And it could have easily passed for a gust of wind outside or someone walking down the hall outside my room. However, the sound made me freeze and put all my senses on alert. I was lying in front of the window, back to the door of my hospital room. An uncomfortable shiver ran through my back as I slowly turned in my bed trying to make as little noise as possible, telling myself it was probably nothing. However, while only the darkness should have answered me in the room, two bright red dots made me freeze. The monster was in my room and stared intently at me. All I could see was its eyes, it was too dark for me to see anything else. My breathing quickened as I grabbed the blankets unnecessarily, as if it could protect me.

I must have fallen asleep. Yet, it didn’t feel like a dream. And when the monster took a step into the room, when the faint light of the moon illuminated it, I realized it wasn’t a nightmare. And that the red eyes staring at me were not those of the monster.

"Deucalion ..." I murmured, recognizing the alpha. A relief came over me then, it wasn’t the monster, but very quickly, confusion and anxiety to see him in my room, hidden in the darkness, reassured me in no way, on the contrary. "What…"

He didn’t answer me, no. Deucalion was standing in front of me, at the foot of my bed, very straight, his face adorning this scary, amused expression. It was then that our last exchanges came back to me. He knew, he knew that if I spoke, something would happen. He obviously knew that I had knowledge about the future. Recently, many people knew it without ever really asking me how. But Deucalion knew much more. And it was the moment, the moment to ask him what I couldn’t ask him in the barn.

"How did you know? That talking... Would ... "

I swallowed while waiting for an answer that didn’t come. The alpha kept staring at me, his formerly blind eyes shining now with knowledge and power. After endless seconds, he left his spot and walked towards me. I remained perfectly still as he leaned toward me, more precisely towards my ear. Anyway, even if I wanted to move, fear prevented me. And what he whispered in my ear, his words barely audible, managed to break all the joy I had finally accumulated in me. This joy melted and slowly flowed out of me in the form of tears.

"You knew ... from the beginning ..."

Without answering or even looking at me, Deucalion left my room, leaving me alone with this troubling, and above all, frightening truth.

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Hi! So this is my second gift to @tahlreth for the @stetersecretsanta exchange! I hope you like this! (The stiles edit is from this post so credit to @richgoranski for that cute ass edit!) Ao3: Link Words:2138 Chapters: 1/1

The Christmas season was here and Stiles was having more and more problems with his huge crush on Peter Hale. As the nights got colder Peter’s wardrobe shifted from attractive v-necks and dark jeans to soft looking warm sweaters and light wash jeans that showed just how tight they were much more clearly. Normally when Stiles looked at Peter Hale, sprawled out and reading on the couch in Derek’s loft, he wanted to throw himself at the older man. Stiles so desperately wanted to feel Peter’s lips against his, his facial against Stiles’ neck, his large rough hands against Stiles’ sensitive skin. Now looking at Peter Hale, sprawled out and reading on the couch in Derek’s loft under a blanket, Stiles wanted to curl up beside him and steal his warmth.

Stiles was much better at handling his crush when it had been more a physical drive, but these soft and gooey feelings were ruining his life.

He kept saying the werewolf’s name at every opportunity, “Good morning, Peter. Good afternoon, Peter. Hey Peter can you hand me that book? Thanks, Peter. Here you go, Peter.”

It was ridiculous.

He’d long ago had Deaton teach him how to make a potion to block his emotional scents and leave just his natural Stiles’ scent detectable. It’d only taken one Indiana Jones Marathon for Scott to tell him exactly how pungent his crush on Harrison Ford was, and that was just a celebrity crush. Hiding his scent wasn’t enough when his motor mouth was revealing too much anyways.

“Damn, Peter that sweater looks soft enough to nuzzle.” Stiles froze, flabbergasted he’d just said such an idiotic thing.

“Would you like to nuzzle me, Stiles?” The older man practically purred his name.

“I uh yeah gotta go. Dad’s at the place. Gotta go to there.” Was the absolute nonsense Stiles spewed as he ran from the loft.

Scott had called him to let Stiles know he’d gave Peter a lecture about being creepy, which only served to mortify Stiles further.

The problem was that Peter wasn’t just attractive, he was one of the smartest people Stiles knew and funny on top of that. Peter also had a protective loyal streak in him that made Stiles’ mouth water, he’d never met someone as devoted to their family as he was.

Everything was building inside Stiles until he felt his skin practically hum everytime Peter was near. He needed to touch, kiss, cherish Peter Hale.

“Why is he here?” Lydia hissed disdainfully as Peter entered with a pan of brownies in his hands.

“It’s pack night and the solstice.”

“He’s not pack.” Isaac grumbled from beside Lydia.

Stiles bit his tongue so that the pain would remind him not to open his mouth. He wasn’t ready to tell anyone about his crush, and Peter was a grown man who probably wouldn’t appreciate Stiles’ attempts to defend him.

That didn’t stop him from mumbling, “He is to me at least.”

Stiles look up to make sure none of the others were being rude to Peter and made eye contact with the man, who smirked at him. Stiles immediately flushed from the tips of his ears down to his chest, he had no idea if Peter had heard his quiet confession or not but was embarrassed either way.

“Stiles are you okay? Your face is red! Do you need some water?” Scott’s worry brought Stiles out of his mortified thoughts and broke his eye contact with Peter.

“I’m peachy Scotty boy. No problems here!” Stiles tried his best reassuring smile.

Scott nodded but brought him a cup of water anyways like the sweet friend he had always been.

Before the pack exchanged gifts Derek and Peter put a big log into the fire place, the room feel under a hush as everyone watched Derek and Peter light the log.

“What’s going on?” Erica asked, her voice loud in the quiet that had overtaken the loft.

Peter and Derek ignored her as they clasped hands and started speaking too low for Stiles to hear, but he knew what they were doing.

“They are lighting the Yule Log and praying for protection on the longest night of the year.” Stiles answered after the men had finished.

Peter flashed him a grin and Derek nodded before explaining further, “On the longest night of the year many nasty creatures come out to terrorize people caught unaware. The log needs to stay lit until morning otherwise they can get in.”

Stiles nodded his understanding, his family had always lit a Yule Log. The others still seemed a little confused so Stiles spoke up, “Its for protection. They prayed for help protecting this home and the people inside it so that whatever devious little monsters want to try their luck against a werewolf pack won’t be able to get in the chimney and wreak havoc.”

“Right as usual darling.” Peter’s voice was pleased as punch and Stiles found himself grinning in response.

Until Scott growled Peter’s name, that is.

Stiles flushed again.

The rest of the night went off without a hitch until Stiles realized the Yule Log was extinguished, “Peter! Derek!”

Both wolves were immediately in front of Stiles worried about Stiles’ panic. He didn’t even have to open his mouth before both wolves felt the absence of the Yule Log’s heat and were quickly lighting it again.

“What’s going on?” Scott’s confusion was usually endearing, but Stiles’ skin was crawling and his heart had started to race.

“Someone put out the Yule Log.” The words were short and sharp.

“Stiles? What’s wrong? It’s just a-”

“It’s not just a log! Or just a fire! You didn’t grow up with the stories Scott, you don’t understand. I’ve gotta call dad.” Stiles shoved Scott out of is personal space and quickly moved to the spiral staircase Peter usually claimed.

Stiles heaved a full bodied sigh of relief as his father confirmed that their Yule Log was still intact and hadn’t even flickered. He’d ask Deaton to check the wards again in the morning.

“Is everything alright with your father?” Peter’s hushed voice startled a yelp out of Stiles and sent his ass roughly to the next stair down.

“Uh- yeah. I think we’ve been targeted. I think those witches from a couple months back have decided to give us one more ‘Fuck You’. They’d know we have no way to cleanse the space or to even check if anything got in.” Stiles had been thinking it over since the moment he’d seen the cold fireplace.

“I agree, though your mangy little pack loves to hate me and have come to the consensus I put it out to scare them.” Peter sounded nonchalant but Stiles was already striding to the middle of the loft, fury pulsing through him.

“Listen to me because I’m only saying this once. Putting out the Yule Log is the same as opening a door. Those of you who were around should remember the consequences of a door that’s ajar.” Scott and Lydia flinched but Stiles continued, “No one in our pack would dare endanger us all like that.”

Liam opened his mouth to object, “Liam you have been through the least of Peter’s bullshit or Derek’s absences or just the general hell that has been Beacon Hills since the Hale’s were murdered and our town went unprotected, so please keep your thoughts to yourself on the guilt of Peter Hale.”

Stiles huffed once before turning his attention back to Scott and Derek, “Peter hasn’t been evil since he was killed and he hasn’t been against us since that bullshit he pulled a year or so ago, which he regrets. And if we can move past the in pack fighting I can go ahead and tell you that this is most likely a last ditch effort to take us out by that nasty witch from a couple of months ago.”

Stiles was about to tell Peter to get the shit-eating grin off his face when a knife landed in the middle of the wolf’s chest with a solid thunk. The sound that followed it sealed their fates, children’s laughter filled the loft ominously.

“Fuck me, it’s the Yule Lads.” Stiles groaned.

“I would darling but I seem to have a knife in my chest.”

“Shut up and get that out already, Peter.”

Peter chuckled before yanking the knife from his chest and throwing it on the ground dramatically.

Stiles rolled his eyes but quickly remembered there was danger near when Liam shouted as the couch flew straight at him.

“How do we fight these things?” Scott shouted from underneath the couch, holding it long enough for Liam to scramble away.

“We don’t! Try to stay alive till sunrise!”

The pack groaned but each of them took a fighting stance.

Yule Lads were mischievous little monsters that Stiles had always playfully thought himself similar too, though now facing them he didn’t really think that anymore. The Lads would try to trick and maim the pack until sunrise, but they were technically ghosts and ghosts had fallible defenses. Stiles would have to be clever but he thought he might have a great plan.

Opening the loft door would release the Yule Lads on innocent people so running to his house was out of the question. Stiles had to think quickly, especially since he was the only defenseless human, though Lydia couldn’t scream in this echo-y of a room surrounded by werewolves.

It shouldn’t have been funny, but Stiles found himself laughing at Derek’s stoic face as he stood like a shield in front of Lydia, letting things like a lamp and books were bouncing off him comically.

“Stop laughing at him.” Peter grunted out as he stood in front of Stiles hurling the flying objects in a different direction.

Stiles didn’t know how he’d missed Peter stepping in to protect him but it made his heart warm.

“Shit sorry. Yeah, back to planning.” Stiles winced as a particularly heavy skillet hit Peter.

He took one moment to let himself ogle Peter’s back as it flexed and rippled with his effort to protect Stiles.

“Okay Peter babe we are moving to the kitchen.”

“I thought pet names were my thing.”

“Shut up and watch my back.”

“Always.”

Stiles ducked around Peter and raced to the kitchen, he flung open the cabinets rapidly throwing things onto the ground. Finally he found the giant bag of flour that was always in the cabinet, “Peter! Rip this fucker open when I give the signal!”

“Wait! What’s the signal?!”

He didn’t wait to watch Peter heft the bag of flour despite the idea sounding incredibly enticing, and ran to the center of the room.

“Away in a manger” The second the first note was out of his mouth all mischief stopped.

“No crib for His bed”

“The little Lord Jesus” suddenly things were surrounding Stiles on all sides.

“Lay down His sweet head” Stiles took a breath and looked at Peter before throwing the mountain ash he always had in his pocket high over his head and dropping to the ground.

Peter’s bag of flour worked perfectly as it rained down on all five bodies in the ash circle, Stiles took the momentary distraction and ducked out of the circle.

“Yule Lads hate christmas songs.” Stiles said through his laughter.

His laughter faded when no one else joined, and Stiles was forced to face his anxious pack mates, “What?”

“You could’ve been hurt.” Derek rumbled.

“Or maimed!” Malia chirped.

Peter grabbed his shoulders and spun him to look into Peter’s flashing eyes, his control lessened by his fear, “You could have died.”

“I’m sorry guys but they’re tricksters and we didn’t know how many of them there were so I could risk saying the plan out loud. I had to just do it and believe the ash would hold, and look! It’s holding those little buggers!”

Scott shook his head disappointed with Stiles’ casual view of almost dying.

“Peter should have some clothes that fit you.” Derek sighed, gesturing at Stiles’ flour covered outfit.

“Okay, just don’t rile them up. They might taunt you but ignore it.” Were Stiles’ parting words before he let Peter drag him up the stairs.

Once in Peter’s room, the older man rifling through his drawers for clothes that’d fit Stiles, Stiles finally took a breath and decided to take a chance.

“Hey Peter?”

“Darling?”

Stiles approached him from behind and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Peter.”

“What can I do for you Stiles?” This time Peter actually turned to look at him.

“The pack doesn’t love to hate you. They hate that I love you.” Before Peter could react Stiles kissed him with every ounce of love, passion, and desperation he’d kept inside himself over the past few months.

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Visible // Teen Wolf Pack x Reader

Part 2 to ' Invisible '

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After the incident with (Y/n) happened she disappeared, literally. It was like she never existed. No one remembered her except the pack, her things in her locker had disappeared. Nobody cared about the once popular girl who had disapeared from the school, maybe even the whole state of California!

"Whatever happened to (Y/n)?" Lydia pursed her lips," She just disappeared off the radar." "Well," Isaac looked around while shoving his hands in his pockets," She left Beacon Hills, obviously."

"Yeah so helpful Isaac," Stiles rolled his eyes," I mean where is she right now?"

"Well," (Y/n)'s voice cut in, appearing behind Isaac," I didn't exactly leave Mr. Isaac."

"What the actual fuck," he screamed out, flinching.

(Y/n) giggled, leaning close to his face," I've been watching you guys for months, you're just like little bugs." Her voice changed, turning cold," You all are little pests."

"Wow thanks," Stiles rolled his eyes again," Now where have you been. Everyone forgot you and you left Beacon Hills. No one remembered you except us."

"Well," (Y/n) smiled," I never left Beacon Hills, not exactly. I can be anywhere and everywhere at the same time," she disappeared for a second and then reappeared next to Scott, she disappeared again then appeared on the other side of the room. No one payed attention to her.

"I'm not exactly what Stiles thought I was," She thought for a second," What was it called? A Zanna?"

"Yeah a Zanna," Stiles yelled at her.

"You must be mistaken," (Y/n) walked towards him," I'm not a Zanna, an imaginary friend. I am what you call, well." She shook her head," This is harder than I thought. I am well to be frank, I am dead."

"What does that mean?" Allison asked, confusion all over her face.

"Well it means exactly what I said," (Y/n) stuck out her tongue," I've been dead for years. But for some reason I came back. Remember that time you chanted some silly Latin words, Scott and Stiles? Well it didn't do nothing, I came back to life."

"That's not possible," Isaac drawled out," If you've been working on that story for a year..."

"Well that was this little thing called a lie," she smiled," You would know something about that wouldn't you?"

"How did you die anyway?" Scott asked," I mean not to be rude or anything-"

"It's fine you would find out anyway," (Y/n) closed her eyes and sighed in regret," I was murdered here late at night when me and my friends decided to play around on a little bet. I now haunt the school. Boo!"

"Really?" Isaac raised an eyebrow.

"Nah that's a stupid movie cliché. I was a werewolf and I was killed by a few hunters who thought I was going around murdering people," (Y/n) clicked her tongue," What was his name? Oh! It was Peter Hale who killed the girl not me! I was innocent but Uncle Peter thought it was fun to blame me. Great luck right?"

"Did you say... Uncle Peter?" Allison gasped," That means you're related to Derek?"

"Well no shit Sherlock" (Y/n) rolled her eyes," He's my little brother, God I hated when he was born he was so obnoxious and always cried. I always had to look out for him when we were growing up. I was only three years older than him, heh. I died in his arms."

"You died... In his arms?" Lydia's eyes widened in surprise.

"No wonder he's a sour wolf," Stiles rolled his eyes. "Hey he's still my brother," (Y/n) frowned, slapping the back of Stiles' head," Don't be a dick Stiles."

"How long are you- you know. Going to be a ghost," Allison asked. Stiles let out a little hey for being ignored.

"Probably until someone kills me," (Y/n) pondered," Or burned my body."

"What the fuck man?" Stiles spat out the water he was drinking," Burn your body?!?"

"Haven't you seen Supernatural?!?" (Y/n) asked," I don't actually know when I'm going to leave but I'm going off a whim and saying what Dean and Sam do."

"Great we have a ghost in our hands, who's related to Derek and Peter Hale. The ghost doesn't even know how to get rid of itself and you know to top it off- It's a fangirl of a show about badass guys who hunt monsters and is going off that to hunt itself," Stiles exclaimed," So peachy."

"Hey I might be dead but I'm still a girl!" (Y/n) glared at him," Anyway, We need to get to Derek and Peter." "

Ugh why do we have to go to them?" Isaac moaned in agony," Peter creeps me out."

"Because they're the only ones who know how to help us!" (Y/n) exclaimed.

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Episode #5: "my wig is scalped. i am ascending, friends." - Jake

Just realised I forgot to confess about my winner pick yet. I have predicted correctly both the the times I have done this. Looks like this is the only thing I am good at in ORG's so why not keep the trend going. With that said, my winner pick for this season is Zac...wait nooo. I said I am done with playing nice. Gotta give myself a chance , so my winner pick is Karthik. GG

Okay so the swap continues to be great! Basically my relationship with Zach has improved a lot so hopefully he is down to work with me! And it would depend on what he wants if they wanna eliminate Jake or not, I personally don’t care lmao but I think that maybe keeping Jake might help me to have options with the original Kato aswell (who Idc about but as I said I can’t close that door) but anyways I really don’t wanna have to decide yet so I wanna win this challenge more than anything right now.

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not much has changed. we are immune again, and so i'm final 12 (which is the common # for merge, but i anticipate otherwise this game). it's exciting because my main goal right now, bar winning/jury, is just single digits, and i think that's achievable.

on my current tribe, i think i trust karthik the most. i speak to him daily & we have fun conversations, and he likes to mock me which is really fun for me. tim i trust but we have been lacking conversation (though i believe that's due to inactivity opposed to us being weird). i already went through miguel & jake in my last confessional so i'm not going to regurgitate that. i love all 4 of these men so much.

i can't help but think i'm majorly fucking up with my physical side. i really carried in the puzzle immunity, which was a public immunity. this means that other tribes are going to notice me. on top of that, i was in a majority like i deadass could've lost and have been fine (afaik). i sent ally/liam to tribal in the minority (luckily they thrived) & i sent another og-takagi majority to tribal and i lost one. odd, but whatever. i'm just paranoid i think because my biggest thing is skewering others perceptions of me and i think i'm making it much harder by performing exceptional in most challenges.

i'm thriving tho. i lost my trail of thought but... king. love u all. i am talking to a friend about driving n life but there was something i wanted to fucking talk about im STRESESDDDDDD. idk. yeehaw.

oh i remembered - the exile decision. though this wasn't for the complete round, it was so stupid for tim to suggest 'jess' and 'stephen' or something. like???? sister???? either send alyssa so she lacks connection & they boot her or send someone else. idk. it made no sense to weaken the social game of one of our own, but maybe he's playing it odd. regardless, miguel and i spoke in pms about it and we were on the same page (and i made a mistake of saying ''hope they vote alyssa out'' or something similar, which isn't ever my game (to elaborate: i never directly say anything but rather insinuate because im ditzy n dmubb :p)). it was just annoying like maybe i'm overthinking it but ... bye.

im getting like 7th-10th i know it.

I’m ecstatic right now, my tribe won immunity and I have officially broken my Survivor ORG record. It’s also looking like an og Takagi is goi g home tonight which helps as going into merge I want as many og kato as possible. I’m a little wary of Stephen at this point but that’s the game of Survivor. Stephen is a strong player and while I like working with him, I think he needs to be voted out down the road because he is definitely a strong strategic player like me, maybe a stronger one. Right now I need to focus on getting back into the game as I definitely was limited for the past few challenges. It showed in this challenge as I helped my tribe win the challenge. The merge is coming soon and I’m hoping to make the merge and continue showing a new side of myself, like David did in Milennials vs Gen X. Doing this helped David excel in his game and it’s helping me excel in my season of Survivor. I’m pushing myself to see just how far I can go and see if maybe I can win this competition.

So glad we won, tribals are dumb. Would’ve liked to vote out Liam though. Still, can’t wait to be the only Stephen left in the game, Stephen Prime, Stephen Supreme.

It just feels like a repeat of my previous ORG where I make the merge without ever going to tribal council and get voted out soon after. I am not so sure if this is a good thing for me. Its getting a bit boring. I want to play the game, be part of strategy talks, organize a blindside. get blindsided etc etc. These are the fun parts of the game imo and I feel these are about to happen as I am expecting the merge soon. Hope I do not flop like my last game and last for a longer while this time around. Zach seems to like Miguel and Miguel has been feeding a lot of info to Zach. Probably they know each other from the past or something but either way they appear to be close. Zach had been planting seeds in my mind, saying more than once that Miguel seems to be cool and loyal whereas Jake is sketchy. I personally seem to connect better with Jake and feel like he is a better person to work with for me personally. He is a strong competitor and even if he doesnt happen to be the loyal kind of player, he is more of a threat and its likely that he would be targeted later in the game which are the kind of players I need around whereas I find Miguel to be a less threatening player who could slip under the radar and steal your spot at the end. I believe there would have been a push for Jake to go if we had lost but glad that didn't happen coz I do not wish to create any waves yet and cannot afford to go against King Zach's words. Fun fact - Zach has added me in 4 alliances within the past 2 days but none of those are with people in the game :)

Daniel leaving at the last vote has been a big blow to my game, but it wasn't the worst-case scenario. With me and Jess still in I still have my most trusted ally on the tribe. I questioned Alyssa about having the idol since apparently I do that to all of my allies now, but she said she didn't have it. She brought up the possibility that there was only one Hallway idol available for everyone, and while I'm not sure I totally believe that explanation she did admit that she has reached 100.

We came up with a plan last night, where she convinces Isaac that the plan is to flip me and vote Jess out. Assuming Alyssa is loyal to the plan and Isaac buys it, I shouldn't be getting any votes tonight. I'll tell Jess everything when she gets back and hopefully this vote will be 3-1. But even if Alyssa is lying to me, there's a chance Jess might find something in the basement. And if she does, well.... I'll be trying to use it to "both" of our benefits ;)

So woahhhh that double tribal huh!! I did not see either vote out happening. TJ went out on a unanimous vote and Ratboi played an idol into a split vote!!! I wonder what TJ did or failed to do in order to get voted out. Did his enemies end up on the tribe with him? And what about Ratboi. When did he get an idol? Was this from Kato or the basement?? Who split the vote in the first place? I have many questions and not too many answers as of now.

Ok so here is what I concluded so far. TJ, Jake, Alyssa, and Stephen W (The Australian) are one side of the old Kato and the other side was Miguel, Fredrico, Isaac, and Luke.

TJ ended up with Luke in the swap but Stephen W on his side so I am confusion??? Ally and Liam were there as well so idk.

So we win the challenge and I am PUMPED. Our tribe managed to work together and draft some potential questions as well as help one another out during the challenge. I managed to get a score of 7 which is dope!! Oh and our tribe also finished in first place meaning we got to send someone from the losing tribe into the basement.

The losing tribe was Atila 2.0 which consisted of Jess, Alyssa, Isaac, and Stephen Z. Now I initially thought the person going into the basement was immune so I suggested Alyssa because I know that she is aligned with Jake and I wanted to try and work with them at merge potentially. However, once I discovered that the basementee would return I switched up and supported Jake in wanting to send Jess. This was great for me because Jess is my ally and I didnt immediately suggest her so that sheds some weight off my shoulders. But umm I was also kinda rude and I stiff armed Miguel from trying to send Isaac back there. I know that they are aligned so I could not allow that to happen. I made the decision for the tribe and @'d Anna to let her know that the tribe (Aka me....) had decided on Jess. Now this could hurt my game because this could make me seem like I am hard to work with or not willing to compromise but only Miguel would think so and he's one of my targets so lol.

Hopefully at Attila's tribal Isaac goes home and the merge happens so I can slay it.

What isn't going on? That is the real question...

Let's take it back to BEFORE Daniel's departure.

Prior to the vote ( literally 20 minutes before) I went on call with Alyssa and I can't tell if I'm just sipping Paranoid Bitch Juice™ or not.... BUT the first thing she asks me is if I have the idol. I was thrown off because.. 1) Why are you asking me this BEFORE A VOTE...AM I BEING VOTED OFF?. 2) Why do you have a SMILE on your face while asking me this. Anyways.. I've come to the conclusion that she may have an idol and isn't telling me because I want to kill her in this game. The purpose of this call was to warn her that I was actually voting out Isaac so she wouldn't be blindsided. I was trying to sugar coat it. Telling her I was conflicted and that Isaac may or may not have an idol but then the Google Hangouts link was sent and I didn't have enough time to tell her. After this Chaos and Daniel going I was hella shook. Alyssa seemed pissed at me and at that point I had no regrets. An idol was flushed and someone who would potentially come after me was gone. It was a major win/win situation for me personally. Then TJ going on the other tribe.. someone who potentially would have came for me... also: another freaking win.

THEN my night gets turned upside down and I'm summoned to the basement. I can't tell if the other tribe sent me there so I could find something and they LOVE ME or because they wanted to MURDER me in this game. It's still up in the air tbh. Being away from my tribe for a long period of time was scary. I'm kind of just hoping my relationship with both Stephen and Alyssa are solid and we can bo$$ this game up. However, am I afraid of Isaac possibly finding two idols in the basement? yes? do I want to be a paranoid bitch once again in a game? no? am I dying on the inside and thinking it could be me tonight? yes? am I going to drink wine before tribal? basically.

My game plan is simple. I'm going to be straight up with Alyssa and say I'm NOT doing Stephen. She either will vote out Stephen and we tie and we can go to rocks. 50/50 odds. Or she can keep Stephen. That's it. If an idol is played and I'm who they vote out.. I'll probably cry.

I refuse to even look ahead to after this tribal because I'm sort of extremely uncertain.

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Fuck this week, man. I'm so glad that Ally and I went from a minority to a tie at the best, but I'm just not super confident in much right now. Hopefully we just keep winning.

hi i literally don’t have anything to say because nothing has changed since last round

i’m rly glad tj left i liked him but i liked everyone else more... and he VOTED me i’m glad daniel left in the tie on the other tribe cos we never spoke and i’m close to stephen z it’ll be interesting to see how their tribal goes this time with 2-2 tribal lines. i’m excited. i love jess and stephen so i’m rly hoping nothing happens to them that’s p much it. i got nothin. sry.

Sisters this might be the end of the road for me. I hope it’s not because I’m having a blast but this 2-2 fuckshit is annoying. If I go I have a successful idol play to my name and a few iconic one liners, see y’all in All-Stars. Rotten Luck.

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Isaac is voted out in a 3-1 vote.

#episode #escapenow

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