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#i'm going back to mine classroom and my kids on monday so today was our last day together and i painted them this last night
weebnotheree · 6 months
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♥ Tbhk x M! Reader ♥♡ Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun ♡ CH3
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Ch. 03 - The beginning of: Meeting you again (pt. 1)
Yashiro's pov
[shes walking rn btw while thinking]
I was on my way to the girls' bathroom thinking about what I just did. That boy..he's not like the rumors at all. Well, at least he granted me a wish. [tell me why I JUST noticed I forgot to make m/n grant her wish. THE WISH PART I forgot. Nvm just imaging the wish you gave her and ill go back and edit..maybe tomorrow or Monday.]¨I need to tell Hanako. . . . .HANAKO?! OH NO I FORGOT I HAD TO CLEAN THE BATHROOM TODAY. 。゚・(>﹏<)・゚。
I was rushing in a hurry to get to the girls' bathroom. Until I made it. Before I opened the door I was thinking why do I have to clean the girls' bathroom it's gross...'I feel more like a maid than a paranormal apprentice.' I soon opened the door and walked in. ¨Hanako, Hanako, Hanako...CAN I PLEASE GO HOME THESE TOILETS ARE GROSSING ME OUUUT!!¨
¨Not yet!¨ he responded back happily as he came out of the stall.
¨Please, there's just something I have to get done today?!¨
¨mmm no. I've also got something important I need to you to do when you're finished. Sounds like your only option is to clean faster.¨ He said smiling
¨Not faiRrrr! [Shakes him]You may be eternally young but I'm not! I'm at the price of my life right now and I could be missing my big chance today because of youUu!¨
[dizzy] (@□@)
¨Chance for what?¨
[stops shaking him]¨Not trying to brag but I got asked out on the second date by fuji the coolest guy in class.¨ I said happily smiling with my eyes closed while holding up the number two. {¨Are you free after school today?¨} ¨He really wants to meet me alone in our classroom later and i really don't want to stand him up.¨ I said still in the same pose smiling.
¨A date?!!¨ Hanako said. ¨What exactly are you expected to do with this kid?¨ Hakano asked floating close to me in mid-air.
¨If you really wanna know I guess I have to tell youu~¨ I said with hearts above my head smiling with a tent of blush on my cheeks.
. . . . . . . ¨Were meeting in an empty classroom to organize paperwork for student council. Fuji said he has to leave right away though so I told him id finish up. He's so shyy.¨ (ᓀ ᓀ||||)
¨If he's leaving than does that count as a date?¨ (O O)
¨Sure. I may just be a woman of convenience for now. But eventually, he'll I'm a catch.¨ I say trying to reassure myself, crouching down.
¨Well that's one way to look at it. But there's a fine line between optimistic and naive. Sounds to me like he's using you.¨ He says and I feel him behind me. ¨Stay. Don't go on this date.¨ He then puts his hands on mine, closing them together while saying ¨Ill show you a better time than that guy will.¨ I gasps and look back at him and he's looking at me. ¨And I won't leave you alone.¨[now she holding the mop and lets out a weird sound which idk wut to call it.] . . . . .I clench the broom ¨Thank you Hanako but if my choices are to clean bathrooms with you or sort paperwork alone, then please hand me all the stacks.¨
{difeated shocked noises-hanako} ¨Uh??!!¨ Σ(□△□|||)
¨Okay that's fine. You must really miss breathing through your gills. Guess I better go shopping. What's your favorite fish food?¨
¨✨Nothing brings me more joy than a sparkling clean bathroom!✨¨ I said happily mopping.
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jyoon3 · 1 year
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Day 3
Fell asleep before I could finish this post…

I failed again...
I told myself I wouldn't cry today but every time I'm in my car or by myself, the tears just start falling. Am I going to keep feeling like this...to keep crying every day? I have no energy and I have no desire to move forward or to keep going. I've been on autopilot, just running through the motions. 
Today, I woke up and I couldn't get myself to fall back asleep. I kept tossing and turning before finally deciding to just get up out of bed. I'm not sure what made me get up and begin to work out but that was my first instinct. To just start my day with a workout. My body is still hurting from training at Quantum on Monday but I decided to go through with it anyway. It wasn't much and it was just body weight and core work.
As I was driving to work, I was left with my thoughts and feelings. Drove to work on autopilot, not really registering what turns I was making and where. I made it to work by 7 am. I entered the building, wiping my face and trying to gather myself. Ms. Airey saw me...she said I appeared distraught. She knows how I am feeling and what I've been going through. I made sure someone knew, to keep me accountable. (She also has the task of making sure I finish a book a month this year.)  I rushed back to my classroom to make sure I could get myself together and to plan a lesson for today since Crump is out. Since she's out with COVID for the rest of the week, I'm on my own. For all six classes-- 3 of hers and 3 of mine for each day plus whatever classes I have to cover during my planning period. Today, I have Mr. Ruby's 6th grade ELA class to cover. I am not looking forward to it. 
It's the first period as I am writing this and all I can think about is him. I want to text him and see how he's doing. If he's been sleeping...are you at least eating....are you still working out? Are you still watching football and basketball? Have you sunken yourself into your games?  I've lost 7 lbs in the last two days...eating has been a struggle. I've lost my appetite and all desire to consume food. Will there be a day that I get back to living life normally? Where I don't think of you or wonder what you're doing or how you're progressing? Where in life will you be? I'm reminded of my final goodbye to you...the feeling I had, where I would never see you again. The way my heart broke into pieces as I got into my car and drove away. To see you standing on your doorstep made me want to just turn back around. 
I look at the keychain he gave to me...every chance I get. I may make it into a necklace. 
Second period wasn't so bad today. The kids were talkative and obnoxious as usual. I made Ty'Quan cry from calling him out during our brain break: Silent Ball. He got angry and he said some things to me that were garbled under his breath but it made the kids all riled up. I told him to step outside and he began to cry. I didn't feel bad at all....does that make me mean? I guess next time I can be more kind about it instead of putting him on the spot. Overall, the sixth graders weren't so bad--I gave them a bunch of notes and they were scrambling to write them all down. It was nice and quiet because they were frantically writing. Once second period ended, it was lunch...and I was alone in my room again.
Why is it that every time I am alone, I am thinking of him? I cried again. I silently wept in my room until I finally got myself together and was able to move across the room to heat up my lunch. I didn't eat. My food just got cold as I sat there...I had no desire to eat. No desire to do anything. I finally forced myself to get up and go get my kids from lunch at 12:00...a few minutes early. 
Third period was chaotic as expected from all of the crazies I have in there. Damon was great with assisting the new student get acclimated to the classroom. It took the whole class to make Savion, Jy'Aire, Uriah, and Kaden to focus. It was until the very end that they stayed in their seats. It wasn't until I realized that Ms. Matthews gave the kids fries...after I said no. She stated explicitly to the kids "I'll bribe you with fries...." I said no....and yet she gave it to them anyway. Beyond annoyed with the kids but also her. I'm over it. I was also frustrated with the fact that I had to rush to clean my room and she just sat there like I didn't have somewhere to be.  I anticipate this week and the next few weeks ahead to be rough.
After covering Ruby’s class, I rushed to go to practice. It was a long day. Tim threw in some new plays the other day and I just had the hardest time concentrating and keeping up with the kids as they were running through them.
BASKETBALL GAMES
Today, our kids played against New Town HS. Before the game, I stopped and said hi to Eric after not seeing him for so long. As I was watching him during warm ups, I began to cry…he was dunking with ease and looked like he improved so much since I last saw him. Words could not describe how proud I was of him and all I wanted to do was text him to tell him “Gucci can dunk!” (Gucci was what he called him.)
Watching Eric play against MSJ was a lot harder than I thought it would be.
During Halftime, I talked with Maria—she came out to take pictures of the kids. I told her some of what happened and surprisingly I didn’t cry. Maybe it was because we were in public and I was surrounded by people I know.
MSJ ended up blowing out New Town 95-30 something. It was a quiet game for me. I didn’t say much.
But after getting into my car, it hit me hard. I cried as I drove home.
I miss him.
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starbright18 · 2 years
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LUNATIC
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"You sure you're ready to go back?" Dad asked softly, sitting across from me at the table while I ate my bowl of cereal. Between the breakup-that-wasn't-really-a-breakup-because-we-weren't-actually-together, the full moon, wanting to kill my friends, and stress about Derek potentially being dead, I felt drained. But I forced myself to push past it, putting in my usual pre-school effort of makeup and a cute, flowy dress with chunky booties. Look good, feel good, right?
"Yeah, I think," I mumbled.
"Do you want to stay home? Because you can." He raised his eyebrows at me. It was Monday, and I hadn't been to school since Wednesday night. The school was closed Thursday, and dad didn't let Stiles and me out of the house Friday. Not that I blamed him, both of his kids were almost brutally murdered. 
"I didn't put in this much effort to stay home, dad." I deadpanned. 
"Then we can...we can go to lunch like we used to?"
"You really don't want me to go back, huh?"
"I don't want either of you out of my sight." He admitted, eyeing Stiles when he walked down the stairs. 
"If I don't go, I can't play in the game this week." I pointed out. "And we both know, there's no way I'm gonna miss the game."
"Fair enough."
"Plus, Stiles and I have an economics test today."
"Then get going." Dad sighed. I nodded, pressing a kiss to his cheek before I jogged out the door, Stiles following suit. 
"How are you feeling today, with the...you know?" Stiles asked once we were out of the house. 
"Nervous," I breathed out. "Angry. My first full moon and I'm heartbroken and angsty."
"Do you wanna...kill me?"
"Not yet," I grinned widely. "But I might if we don't stop for iced coffee."
"I hate you."
"I love you too, Sti."
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In the classroom, I sat next to Allison in the front. Stiles was in the back of the room since Harris insisted on having us separated, but I wasn't too upset since I got to whisper to Allison about our life drama while the classroom filled. When I glanced at the door, Scott was walking in. He walked to my desk quickly, staring down at me with hurt in his eyes. 
"Margo—"
"Mr. McCall, please take a seat," Harris ordered, leaning onto my desk to get in Scott's face. Scott obliged, taking a seat in front of Stiles. "You have 45 minutes to complete the test. 25% of your grade can be earned right now simply by writing your name on the cover of the blue book." Immediately, I scribbled out my name. "However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover, and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So, let's get the disappointment over with. Begin."
I opened my booklet, looking over all of the questions before flipping back to the first page and beginning to run through the questions. I studied for this exam all weekend and therefore flew through, finishing the first page of questions within 10 minutes. It was around then that Scott suddenly stood, rushing out of the room. 
"Mr. McCall!" Harris called out. Stiles followed closely behind Scott. "Mr. Stilinski!"
"Jesus," I mumbled. I assumed Scott's senses were going crazy, much like mine were. I forced myself to pretend like my problems didn't exist while I continued to rush through my exam. As much as I wanted to follow the boys, I knew my grades had to come first. Now struggling to focus, I finished just before the time was up. When I placed my test on Harris' desk, I gave him a sheepish smile. "I don't suppose you'd let me stand in for Stiles and take his test for him."
"Not a chance, Ms. Stilinski."
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After school, I stood in the women's locker room alone to change. I ditched my dress and boots, swapping them out for track shorts, and my jersey with my pads. I forgot my lacrosse shorts, but I wasn't sure that Coach would even notice. 
Before I entered the men's room, I took three deep breaths. I wasn't really prepared to be in a room with Scott, Jackson, and Greenberg, but I had to if I wanted to be clued in on the announcements.  When I entered, I chose to stand by myself behind Stiles, refusing to meet anybody's eyes.
"Alright, geniuses, listen up." Coach blew his whistle when he entered. "Due to the recent pink eye epidemic—thank you, Greenberg—the following people have made first line on a probationary basis. Emphasis on the word 'probationary'." Stiles looked around in shock at Coach's announcement. "Rodriguez. Welcome to first line. Taylor, and uh—oh for the love of crap, I can't even read my own writing. What is that, an 'S'?" Stiles tensed. "No, no, that's not an 'S'. That's—that's a 'B'. That's definitely a 'B'. Uh, Rodriguez, Taylor, and Bilinski."
"Yeah! Whaa! Woo-hoo! Yeah, haha!" Stiles cheered, raising to his feet and throwing his arm up in victory. I high-fived him, my smile just as wide as his. This was something he had always wanted, and he was finally getting it. 
"Bilinski!" Coach frowned. 
"Yes?"
"Shut up."
"Yes, sir." Stiles sat back down beside Scott, still grinning. 
"Stiles," Scott whispered. 
"It's Biles. Call me Biles, or I swear to God I'll kill you." He threatened. I smiled, placing my hand on his shoulder.
"Another thing," Coach announced. "From here on out, immediately, we're switching to co-captains. Congratulations, McCall!" 
"What?" Jackson growled. I smiled down at Scott, proud of his new status. 
"Jackson, this takes nothin' away from you." Coach dismissed. "This is about combining separate strengths into one unit. This is about taking your unit, McCall's unit, we're making one big unit. McCall, it's you and Jackson now. Everybody else," He blew his whistle. "Asses on the field! Asses on the field!" 
"I'll see you out there," I told Stiles, turning to leave the room.
"Stilinski!" Coach called out. "Where's your uniform?"
"I forgot my shorts, Coach."
"You forgot them?"
"I—I bled in them, you know, time-of-the-month, and—"
"Nope, stop." He shuddered. "Just—just get an extra pair and change, then get out on the field." I nodded. He tossed me a spare pair from his office and I left the locker room, retreating into the girl's room next door. Once the door was closed, I stood in front of my locker and stripped down, realizing I had forgotten to change into a sports bra as well. I may not have had much in the chest area, but the last thing I needed on top of everything else was sore boobs.
In nothing more than my underwear and a sports bra, I allowed myself a moment to pause and take a deep breath. I had been fighting my urges all day, struggling to control the shift in the wake of the full moon approaching. It would be my first, and I wasn't sure exactly what I would do, which scared me. I did plan to see Deaton eventually, against Stiles' wishes. I wasn't sure what we had to discuss, but he seemed to know about more than he let on, something that intrigued me. 
"Margo," a voice breathed from behind me causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. I whirled around to find Scott standing just inside the door, looking at me in confusion.
"Scott," I nodded, reaching down to grab my jersey to cover my chest. "What are you doing?"
"I—I just wanted to talk to you. I needed to talk to you."
"Well, you're in here now, so," I laughed softly. "Go ahead."
"Do you—do you still like me?"
"Of course I do, Scotty." I sighed, dropping my hands to my sides. Despite me being half-naked, Scott's eyes never left my face. "I love you, you know that. We just can't...be together, not right now."
"Why not?"
"Why no—Scott, you and Allison just broke up. And don't try to give me some crap about how you don't love her, because I know you do. And—and then you go and you tell me you love me days after you guys split, and then you kiss her—"
"She kissed me."
"Still, Scott! It's like—it's like you're playing with my head, and I can't do that. I won't do that. I won't be your backup plan or the girl you run to just because your other relationships fail."
"You're not my backup plan," He asserted, taking a large step toward me. 
"Yeah? Then what am I, Scott? Because I definitely feel like your second option." I scoffed. 
"How can I prove to you that you're not my second option, that you're more than that?" His heart was racing, as was mine. While we held eye contact, I felt my control slipping. His eyes were growing darker by the second, and I knew his control was losing the battle as well. I took a step forward, pressing our chests together while our eyes stayed locked. 
"Show me." My words seemed to be the invitation he was waiting for. Immediately, his hands gripped the sides of my face, pulling me into him. Our mouths crashed roughly, desperate pants coming from both of us. My hands knotted in his hair, pulling softly on the ends while he walked me backward until my back hit the lockers. In an instant, his hands left my face and trailed down my body.
"Jump," he ordered. He bent down slightly and as soon as I felt his hands hit the backs of my thighs, I jumped, allowing him to hold me up against the lockers. Our lips never separated and one of his hands left my thigh to squeeze my butt before traveling up, squeezing my breast. I moaned into his mouth, something that seemed to make him lose even more control. He broke the kiss, allowing his lips to trail down the side of my neck, sucking and biting all of the skin he could access. I threw my head against the locker and sighed, digging my nails into his shoulder. We didn't break apart until my phone dinged from my bag. 
"Oh, my God," I mumbled, pushing Scott back gently. He dropped me to my feet and I scrambled away, pulling on my lacrosse gear and grabbing my stick and helmet. "Oh, my God." I ran out without saying another word and I didn't stop until we reached the field. I threw my helmet on almost immediately, avoiding Stiles completely. He talked to Scott for a moment before the whistle was blowing, the players being called out to the field. 
I was in front of Scott in the line for drills, my focus on the players in front of me while they each lined up, taking a run at the two defenders who guarded Danny in goal. When it was my turn, I felt myself losing control. Still, I pushed through, scooping up a ball just before Coach blew the whistle. As soon as the noise ended, I took off, sprinting right at both defenders. Just before I reached them, I leaned my feet on my right foot before using it to push off, stepping left around them. I brought the lacrosse stick around my back to move it between my hands, ducking low under the arms of number '5'. When I popped up, I leaned my weight into my throw, launching my ball into the goal where it flew just passed Danny's head with a satisfying 'thunk 'when it hit the net. 
"That's what I like to see, Stilinski!" Coach screamed out. "That's what I like to see. Let's go, next up. McCall." I jogged out of the way, standing by Stiles. Scott took off at the sound of the whistle, running toward the defensive line much as I had. He wasn't fast enough, though, since they teamed up and smacked him to the ground. "Guess some people don't appreciate your new status, McCall." Coach teased, leaning over him. "Who's next? Let's go."
"You got this, Stiles." I grinned through my helmet, patting him on the back. Scott pushed up off his back, launching to his feet. 
"You got a problem with that, Bilinski?" Coach called out. Stiles shook his head and scooped up a ball just before Scott approached, shoving Stiles back with his lacrosse stick. I let out a low warning growl, stepping just in front of Stiles. "That's it, McCall! That's the spirit! You earn it! Earn it, McCall!" Stiles looked dejected while he watched Scott take his place. I frowned, finding myself unable to calm down. I ripped my helmet off, drawing in deep breaths. Scott ran forward, roughly shouldering both defensive players individually before approaching Danny and smacking him in the face with his lacrosse stick.
"Danny!" I gasped, sprinting away from Stiles. I stood over Danny, eyeing his bloody nose through his face shield while the rest of the team approached, followed closely by paramedics. Scott and Stiles removed their helmets, walking away from the team. 
"Dude, what the hell are you doing?" I snapped at Scott.
"He's twice the size of me!" He defended. 
"Yeah, but everybody likes Danny." Stiles retorted. "Now everybody's gonna hate you."
"I don't care."
"Margo, your uh—your lipstick." Stiles nodded down at my face. I quickly wiped the back of my hand across my mouth but it was too late once Stiles noticed the similar color stain on Scott's lips as well. Fucking shit. 
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After practice I returned home, not wanting to face my brother or Scott until after the full moon was over and my emotions were back under control. Dad was at work and Stiles had gone to chain Scott up, leaving me in my bedroom writhing on the floor in pain while I fought the shift. Stiles had only left me when I assured him I would be at Scott's closer to the full moon, which was in fact my original plan, but now it seemed like I wouldn't be able to go anywhere without transforming and going total murder-wolf on everyone. Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Go away, Stiles," I growled lowly, a scream of pain making its way out as well. "I'm fine, I'll meet you at Scott's." Knock. Knock. Knock. "I said go away, Stiles!" I fought my way to my feet, stumbling over to the door as the knocking continued. "Stiles, knock it off! I swear—" When I threw open the door, I was met with a ghost. Or at least, someone who should've been a ghost. With a loud gasp, I slammed the door in Derek Hale's face. 
"Well, that was rude," he grumbled, pushing the door open and stomping in. "And do I look like Stiles?"
"You look like someone who is supposed to be dead." I snapped, moving to sit on my dead. "You're dead. You—God, I didn't know the full moon caused fucking hallucinations."
"It can," He deadpanned. "But I'm not dead."
"You are! I—I watched you get impaled and thrown across the parking lot. I scrubbed your blood off of my face for over an hour. You are dead."
"Margo, you're looking at me. How can I be dead if you can see me?"
"Maybe seeing spirits come with my clairvoyance." I snapped. With an eye roll, he grabbed one of my shoes from the floor and launched it at my face. I caught it just before it made contact, looking at the older man in confusion. "You—you died. I felt it when we were in the school. It was like...it was like our connection snapped."
"Did you stop to think about the fact that the reason the connection snapped was probably because you were forcing your mind to believe I was dead?"
"I didn't believe you were dead," I stood to my feet. "I argued with Stiles all night that you were alive."
"No, your heart didn't think I was dead. But what did your head think?" 
"My head thought that I knew you were in trouble yet I still couldn't save you."
"And what else?"
"I don't know!" I growled, beginning to feel irritated with his questions. With a groan, I dropped to the floor from the edge of my bed onto my knees, allowing my claws to dig into the carpet. 
"There's something else. What else did you feel?" He crossed his arms, eyeing me carefully. 
"I don't know!" My voice came out in a loud roar. "Stop asking me questions!"
"You need to remember, Margo. What did you feel the night at the school? And the night of parent-teacher conferences? Think." With another snarl I was on my feet, rushing toward Derek with my claws raised. He didn't flinch but simply raised an eyebrow, grabbing my hand just before it struck his face. 
"Don't ever do that again." He warned, pointing his finger at my face. In another fit of rage, I lifted my other arm to strike him. He caught this one as well, throwing me back to the floor. That only seemed to make me angrier and I popped up almost instantly, now in full transition. "Don't make me hurt a kid, Margo."
"Do it," I growled again, charging for him. He was calm, his heartbeat steady and he nodded slowly. When I approached ready to strike, he grabbed my wrist, pulling my arm back with his grip while pushing my head with the other hand. My body was facing away from him now, forced to stare straight ahead. "Let me go."
"Are you going to try to kill me?"
"I want to kill you!" I growled, attempting to fight in his grip. With my free hand, I dug my claws into the arm that held my wrist. Within seconds I was being shoved to the ground again. Derek growled lowly in warning when I fought to my feet again.
"Stop fighting me, Margo. You won't win." He warned. "Just think. What did you feel when that car hit your dad? When the alpha almost killed me? When Scott and Allison broke up?"
"Stop talking about it! Stop making me think about it!"  
"You need to!" He screamed in my face. His eyes were a vibrant blue and he began to shift as well. "Think, Margo. What was the common denominator? What did you feel just before you lost control?"
"I felt...I felt angry."
"No, look past that. What made you angry?"
"I didn't feel anything!" I insisted. "Just anger."
"You're not thinking, Margo. You need to think about it. You're feeling it now because you're out of control." 
"I..." I trailed off, searching my brain for any emotions I was feeling. Suddenly, it clicked. All of the things Derek mentioned did have a common denominator, even if I didn't see it at first. "Guilt. I felt guilty."
"Right," he nodded. Slowly, I felt myself shifting back. "It's guilt. That is what controls you, both sides of you."
"What are you talking about?"
"For your werewolf side, you lost control because you felt guilty. When you and Stiles went to check on Lydia, you lost control because you felt guilty about not talking to Stiles. When you left class because you were losing control, you felt guilty about what happened at parent-teacher conferences. At the school when you punched Jackson, it was because you felt guilty when you thought I died. In the locker room when you kissed Scott, it was guilt for breaking up with him. And now—" he nodded down at me. "Now you're losing control because you felt guilty for not being in control."
"Guilt is what makes me shift? But—but I thought it was anger?"
"It is." He confirmed. "It's the anger that comes from feeling guilty. They go hand in hand." 
"Hold on, are you stalking me?" I snapped. 
"Not really," He raised an eyebrow. "I'm always around keeping an eye on you and Scott, making sure you don't kill anyone."
"Derek, that's literally the definition of stalking." 
"Eh," he shrugged. "Do you get it now?"
"I—I do, I think. But you said guilt affects both sides of me?"
"It does. At the school when you felt the tie break, it was you that broke it. Or rather, what you were feeling. You felt so guilty about not being able to stop it that your heart forced your mind to separate from me in an attempt to stop the guilt." 
"So, I'm connected with everyone until I...feel guilty I killed them?" 
"No," he laughed softly. "I don't know what breaks the connection exactly. I think your mind is able to do that once you learn enough. But the connections aren't with everyone. They're with a select few — your pack."
"How do I have a pack?" I raised my eyebrows. "I'm not an alpha."
"Right," he nodded. "That doesn't mean you don't have a pack, though. You created your own." I nodded in understanding, allowing my mind to soak up everything I learned. I forced myself to rid my mind of all guilt for everything that's happened, and as I did, I felt myself calming considerably. My control was back in my grasp once I let everything go.
"Now, if we can just figure out what the hell I am." I threw my body back on my bed. 
"I think I've figured that out too." He stated, causing me to lean up on my elbows in interest. "I don't know for sure. My mom used to tell me stories, but I've never met someone like it before."
"And that someone would be?"
"An angel."
"Aw, thank you." I placed my hand over my chest in mock appreciation. "You're not too bad yourself." He raised his eyebrows at me with an unamused look. "Tough crowd."
"They're actually called seraphs."
"Like seraphs from Judaism or seraphs from Christianity?"
"Both, and neither. They're considered celestial overseers, also known as guardian angels. I don't know much about them, only what she told me. They've existed since the creation of man, designed to be pack protectors in a way. The feelings, the pain. It's all there as a way to protect your pack."
"Definitely not doing a good job at that, but okay," I grumbled. "You've never met one?"
"The last one that our kind knew of died over a century ago."
"Woah," I breathed. "So, I was born like this?"
"No. I don't know what exactly made you an angel—"
"My charmingly good looks and killer personality?"
"Margo," I frowned at the serious look on his face. "Can you be serious for one second?"
"I guess."
"I don't know exactly what happened that gave you those powers, but I know they were activated by Scott being bitten."
"I connected to his pack." I nodded. 
"Not just his pack, it's your pack too. Both of you."
"But Scott isn't an alpha either," I sighed. "How does he have a pack?"
"I don't know that either," he shrugged. "Just that you're connected to it. And you can sever those ties, apparently. I'm not sure how or why, so don't ask."
"What do you know?" I snapped. 
"Not much. Only what my mother told me. There's someone you can ask, though. He probably—"
"Deaton," I cut him off. "He told me we needed to have a conversation the night of the high school."
"He worked closely with my mother," he nodded. "He would have answers for you. We should go see him sometime."
"Yeah, we," I motioned between us. "Are not going to go see him. He'd probably kill you considering the fact you, you know, kidnapped him."
"Fair enough," he nodded. We fell into a comfortable silence while he examined me closely. "You remind me of Laura."
"I remind you of your dead sister?" I raised my eyebrows in shock. "That's reassuring."
"No," he laughed softly. "Not the dead part, anyway. She was a leader who would do anything to protect her pack, to keep them safe. She carried a lot of guilt too, and eventually, that guilt and her need to protect us killed her."
"Again, reassuring."
"It's not supposed to be. Consider it a warning; loyalty is good, but don't let it turn into an instinct that's gonna kill you. And trust me, that's exactly where you're heading."
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Untangle Me
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Chapter Two- Losing Track Of Time With You
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The set was over before Molly knew it and she soon found herself making her way toward the stage area. She didn't bother to tell her friends where she was going, as she was pretty sure they already knew. She'd agreed to have a drink with Lachy, and she wasn't going back on her word.
As Molly approached the stage, her eyes searched the crowd for Lachy, who had stepped off the stage almost as soon as they'd finished playing.. It was a bit difficult with the multitude of people that were crammed in the small pub, but she finally spotted him and began to make her way over to him.
It didn't take long for Lachy to notice her coming his way, so he met her in the middle with a grin on his face. "Hey, you stayed." He said.
Molly nodded, smiling a bit at the man. "I did." She confirmed as she stuffed her hands in her pockets. An awkward moment passed between them where neither said a word but only looked at each other. Finally, Lachy decided to break the silence.
"So, still up for a drink?" He asked as he gestured toward the bar area.
Molly nodded. "I've had enough alcohol for the night, but I wouldn't say no to another water. It's absolutely stifling in here." She replied. She was surprised to feel Lachy's hand grasping her's as he began to lead her to the bar, once again against her better judgment, she didn't pull away.
"Water actually sounds quite nice, if I'm honest. The stage lights were warmer than I thought they'd be." Lachy mused. He then proceeded to order two glasses of water for them, remembering that Molly liked lime in hers, which came as a surprise to the young woman.
Once they had their drinks in hand, the two-headed back out to the empty patio to get some fresh air and to escape the noise for a bit. Rather than sitting at the table again, the two decided to stand at the railing of the deck which overlooked the dimly lit beach. A silence fell over them once more. Despite this, Molly found that she was oddly comfortable in this stranger's presence which made her wonder if that fact had anything to do with her knowledge of who he was. How had she not realized before?
It was Molly this time that broke the silence as she couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. She tried to hide it, but Lachy had noticed.
"Dare I ask what's so funny?" Lachy questioned, raising a brow as he looked to the woman beside him. This only made Molly laugh harder, especially when she saw the curious expression on his face.
"I'm s-sorry...It's nothing really. Just..." She paused as a fit of giggles hit once more and she was unable to speak until she regained her composure, which she was failing miserably to do. Finally, she was able to calm down enough to take a deep breath and wipe away the tears of mirth from her eyes. Poor Lachy still looked rather bewildered as he waited for Molly to explain herself. "I'm sorry, I probably look insane. It's just...It's..When I was asked to come here tonight by my coworkers, I wasn't expecting to see the Wiggles performing in a little Irish pub." She admitted.
"Ahh, I see. I would suppose not." Lachy mused, chuckling a bit as he shook his head. "So, I take it you have children?" His gaze dropped to her hand, which he found bare of a wedding ring. Before Molly could catch him, he brought his gaze back up to her face.
"Eight adorable, but rambunctious toddlers," Molly replied, a smirk tugging at her lips. It was all she could do not to start laughing again at the expression of shock on his face. "Relax, they're not mine. I'm a preschool teacher." She continued. " I'm actually surprised I didn't realize where I'd seen you before when we were talking earlier. We've been on a Wiggles kick in the classroom lately, and we've almost worn the DVD's we have out. Oh wow, and you're probably weirded out by that, aren't you? I'll shut up now." Molly said before taking a large sip of her water in an attempt to distract herself.
"No, why would I be weirded out?" Lachy questioned, his voice holding a tone of confusion. "It is my job after all. It seems like what we do for a living is quite similar. You said you have toddlers?"
Molly nodded. "Older ones and twos. They're a sweet age group, but they can be a handful at times."
"Oh, I'll bet." Lachy chuckled. "And eight on your own, I don't see how you do it. I'll admit I can keep them entertained, but as far as actually caring for that many children at once..." He let the sentence hang in the air as he shook his head.
"A little bit of patience and a whole lot of coffee," Molly replied with a slight smirk. "So, what brings you all the way to Folly Beach? It seems sort of an odd place for a Wiggles show."
"Well, we had a show in Charleston yesterday followed by today and tomorrow off, so we decided to book a gig here at McGuires's. Well, we as in Anthony, Emma, and I. We call ourselves the Unusual Commoners, I suppose. It's just a bit of fun, really. Something we do on the side, especially while on tour. Just to keep our sanity."
"Oh, I can understand that...Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love my littles, but sometimes those songs get stuck in your head and they won't go away. It can be a bit annoying..." Molly bit her lip. Great, she'd just told him her kids listened to the Wiggles, and now she was saying the music annoyed her. He probably thought she was trying to insult his job, which was the last thing she was trying to do. "I mean...Sometimes I don't want to think about work when I'm home. It's not always easy, though." She was trying to make this better, but she wasn't sure she was being successful.
If Lachy had been insulted by her words, he didn't let on. Instead, he smiled and nodded his head in agreement. "No, I get it. You don't know how many times I've found myself doing something normal like making dinner or walking my dog, and the next thing I know I'm singing or humming one of the songs. More often than not it's Propeller." He chuckled and shook his head. "I promise it's not intentional, it just happens. I guess it's true that you really can't leave work at work."
Molly giggled a bit and nodded. "I suppose not." She mused before she took a sip of her water. A comfortable silence seemed to fall on them once more as the pair both gazed on the waves crashing against the beach. With the dim lighting of the surrounding buildings, Molly could see there were a few people walking along the edge of the water despite the coolness in the air. She found herself compelled to ask Lachy if he wanted to go for a walk as well, but before she could ask him, she was interrupted by a voice behind her.
"There you are, I've been looking all over for you! Sophie isn't feeling well and I was going to drive her home..."
Molly bit her lip and spared a glance to Lachy for just a moment before she turned to Hannah and frowned. "Is she okay?" She questioned. She was worried about her friend, but a part of her was quite disappointed that it was time to leave already. She'd been so hesitant to come in the first place, and she nearly faked the starting of a cold so she could get out of it, but now? She was enjoying herself and genuinely enjoying Lachy's company. She found she didn't want to leave, not yet. Though it had to be going on 11:00 or later.
Hannah nodded a bit. "She's fine, she just had a few too many and.. Well, you know how she gets." She looked at Lachy and smiled a bit. "I hate to interrupt, but we're leaving now, so..."
Molly bit her lip. "Well, I drove myself tonight, so if Sophie is okay, I think I'll stay for a bit." She said. This was against her better judgment. She knew she should exchange numbers with Lachy and just go home too. But she found that was the last thing she wanted to do. A smile tugged at her lips as she glanced at Lachy for just a second. She could see that he was smiling as well, and that just made her decision to stay that much easier.
Hannah, however, wasn't smiling. In fact, she seemed a bit perturbed by Molly's decision. "Are you sure that's wise? I mean, after what happened earlier... It's always safer to be with friends, especially at a bar. You never know what could happen." She had a lot of room to talk, they hadn't even noticed when Molly had left the table...
Molly chose her next words carefully, for if she hadn't, she knew she'd have insulted her friend. "I'm sure. I'm having fun, and you said yourself that I need to have more fun. I'll text you when I get home."
Hannah looked rather irritated. "Molly, come on. I think you should go home too. You don't need to be here alone..."
"She's not alone." Lachy finally spoke up, surprising Molly, and from the looks of it, Hannah as well. "Molly will be safe with me, and I'll make sure she gets home okay. You don't have to worry." He continued.
Hannah looked back and forth between Molly and Lachy, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Molly could tell she didn't know what to say, and it was sort of amusing. "Molly, are you sure?" She asked, glancing sideways at Lachy. "I mean, you don't really know him. Are you sure you'll be okay?"
Molly nodded once more. "I'll be fine, Hannah. Look, I promise to text you when I get home." She didn't want Hannah to worry, but she wasn't going to leave just because her coworker decided to get three sheets to the wind and had to go home all of a sudden.
Hannah gave Molly a lingering look as she bit her lip. She glanced at Lachy as well, who only smiled politely, not offering to say another word. Finally, she let out a sigh and nodded. "Okay, make sure you do. I'll see you on Monday, I guess." She didn't wait for Molly to reply before she turned and headed back inside where Sophie was waiting by the door.
Molly shook her head a bit and turned back to Lachy. "Sorry about that." She apologized.
Lachy shook his head. "No, it's okay. There's no reason to let your night end because your friend drank too much. Though, correct me if I'm wrong, you weren't really interested in spending time with them anyway...Am I right?"
Molly bit her lip before she nodded. "I wasn't even going to come tonight if I'm completely honest. I'm not really one for going out, especially to bars. Hannah practically begged me to go out with her and Sophie and I just..I don't know, I agreed to get her off of my back." She admitted with a shrug. It wasn't entirely true, Molly used to love going out with friends, especially after work on a Friday night. But after she met Asher things changed. And when she had ended things with him she became even more of a homebody. Molly hated to admit it, but this was the first time she'd been out for fun in the entire three months since ending her relationship.
Lachy gave Molly a curious look. "And why's that?" He asked her. She could tell that Lachy wasn't prying, he was genuinely curious, but she wasn't sure she was ready to tell a man she met literally two hours ago her entire sob story, so she settled for a playful smirk in an attempt to lighten the mood and perhaps steer the conversation in a different direction.
"That's a story for another day." She replied before looking out at the beach. "You wanna go for a walk? If your Wiggle buddies won't miss you, of course." She teased.
Lachy chuckled and glanced at his phone to check the time. "I'll think I can steal away for a bit. Anthony and Simon will be having another drink or two before we leave anyway." He pocketed his phone before offering his hand for Molly to take, which she did once again, against her better judgment.
The two walked down the wooden steps and onto the soft sand of the beach. Neither of them was wearing the correct shoes for the terrain, but it was far too cool to walk barefoot. They didn't seem to care, however, as they walked for what seemed like hours, all the while talking about anything and everything. It was only when Lachy's phone began to buzz that they realized just how long they'd been out there.
"Shit, it's nearly 2:00 am..."He cursed before looking at Molly with an apologetic expression. "We should really head back. Anthony's texted me a dozen times wondering where I am."
Molly's eyes widened in realization. "2:00 am?! How on earth did it get this late?" In all honesty, it hadn't felt like it'd been quite that long, though you know what they say about time and having fun. She tried to hide the frown that was tugging at her lips as she nodded in agreement. "Right, yeah. We should..we should go back." She may have been able to hide the frown, but Molly was certain her voice betrayed her disappointment. She felt Lachy squeeze her hand gently and for a moment she smiled. Funny, she hadn't noticed that they hadn't let go of each other's hands the whole time either.
Lachy and Molly walked back to the pub in silence. Neither of them really knew what to say to the other. It was strange how well they'd gotten along, how easily they'd clicked in only a few hours. And now they would have to say goodbye. It was silly, but Molly found that she dreaded saying goodbye to him. Little did she know, Lachy was thinking the same thing.
Finally, they arrived back at McGuire's, which was far less crowded by now. As they made their way up the steps and into the bar, Molly attempted to let go of Lachy's hand, but he continued to hold her's gently offering only a sheepish smile when she looked up at him. Molly found herself mirroring his smile.
Lachy's friends were all gathered around a table, finishing what appeared to be the last of quite a few rounds of beer. If they'd noticed Lachy and Molly come in, they didn't let on. They were laughing and carrying on amongst themselves as a gentle Irish tine played over the speakers in the bar.
"So, um...Shall I walk you home?" Lachy asked Molly as they headed toward the front door. It was an excuse to spend just a bit more time with his new acquaintance, for he was just as reluctant as she was for the night to end.
"Hmm? Oh, um..Actually, I drove here." She reminded him. "But I'd love to have some company walking to my car."
And so the two stepped out once more into the chilly October air, once again allowing silence to fall over them. The walk to Molly's car was rather short, as she'd parked in one of the closer parking spaces in the lot. For a while, the two just stood there, looking at each other, almost as if they one was waiting for the other to speak. Finally, it was Molly who broke the silence. "I've had a wonderful night...Thanks again for saving me. God knows what could have happened if you hadn't seen him lace my drink."
Lachy shook his head. "No need to thank me. I'm just glad I saw it happen." He said, glancing down at their still joined hands.
"I'd let you keep it if I didn't need it." Molly said softly, repeating the words he'd said to her hours ago. She smiled as a hint of a blush colored the man's cheek's
"Ah, what a shame." He chuckled, rubbing his thumb over her palm before he reluctantly let go of her hand. "I suppose this is goodbye then?"
Molly shook her head. "Not so fast, Mr. Gillespie. Let me see your phone."
Lachy didn't question her, rather, he unlocked his phone and handed it to Molly. He watched as she typed for a moment before she handed it back to him. "What did you do?"
"You can't honestly expect me to leave here tonight without having given you my phone number, can you?" She questioned with a raised brow. "Feel free to text or call whenever you'd like." Molly wasn't usually this bold, but the idea of never speaking to Lachy again was something she didn't want to think about. And from the smile on Lachy's lips, it was evident he was in agreement.
The two hugged for a moment before parting their separate ways with a goodbye and a promise to talk soon. And just like that, the night was over. Lachy made his way back into the bar while Molly drove home in the wee hours of the morning.
They both went to sleep that night with the other on their mind...
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B-Roll // Shawn Mendes - 9: still rolling
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I'm over-thinking everything.
Allen is quiet, but the sun did just rise so I don't blame him. He only has a few tattoos and they're small so it's not a big job.
But I am over-thinking everything.
Nothing with Allen. He's fine.
I'm still thinking about Jake. I had too big of a reaction to him and I'm annoyed. I hate that I let him get to me. I'm usually much better at keeping my walls up and just ignoring him and moving on. He's said worse. He's done worse. I've dealt with worse. Today was practically nothing. I mean, he was actually weak today. He was off his asshole game. They weren't even good insults.
Is he right though? Am I on my period?
No.
God no. I'm not doing that. I'm not letting him have this. He's not right and he will not make me doubt myself.
But I'm still thinking about him, what he said. Why? This is so stupid.
I don't know why today is a particularly bad anxiety day for me, but you know, here we are.
Gah, I'm such a mess. I'm just the worst.
Why does Jake even bother with me? There are so many other people he could torment! Why he gotta pick me?!
"Do I have a really big pimple or something?"
I pause right before resting my brush against Allen's jawline and look into his eyes. "What? No, you're good."
A crease appears between his eyebrows. "You sure?" he presses.
I nod, "Positive. Not a bump in sight."
He sighs. "Good."
I go back to evening his skin tone.
"Cause you looked really bothered," he continues. "And I was worried it was me."
"Oh no, it's not you," I assure him. "It's just one of those days, you know?"
"Monday?" he adds.
"Yep."
Maybe it is just Monday. Monday's are usually especially sucky.
In an effort to try to turn the day around, I'm more talkative than normal for the rest of the morning. Allen and I talk about life. He tells me about his career so far in small indie movies, that this is the biggest movie he's been a part of, his favorite film festival is SXSW because he loves that it's a celebration of all kinds of art, not just film. I tell him about working as an extra for the past couple years and why I suddenly decided to get into makeup.
"Is it your dream to be a makeup artist?" he asks while we're hanging out at crafty between setups after lunch.
I shrug while I grab a few bags of gummies. "Not really."
"What is your dream then?"
"I honestly don't know. I haven't decided yet."
"Then why are you doing this?"
I pour myself a cup of water from a cooler while he sips tea from an Einstein Bros. thermos he brought from home.
"Because it's something I know how to do and I'm good at it." I smirk as I add, "and it pays the bills."
I think he's trying to get some deeply profound and bullshit therapy monologue from me, but it's not going to happen. I don't know what I want to do with the rest of my life or what my goals are. This is just where I'm at right now and it's what I'll be doing for the next month or so. I'm taking things day by day right now.
At some point, Allen's questions become too much for me and I escape to my chair in one of the classrooms down the hall from the library where they're filming. The cast has a classroom for holding and the crew has another right across the hall. Crafty is in the hallway between the two. Since I was one of the last people to wander over here at the beginning over the day, my chair is nearest to the door. I'm definitely going to move tomorrow because, as sweet as Allen is, he tries to catch my eye every time I look up and you know, sometimes people just want to be left alone.
I'm responding to a text from Michael asking how the day's going so far when a loud cackle echoes down the hallway, quickly squashed by a harsh "shhh" from someone else.
As a group of guys enters the room, I look up and instantly regret it.
Jake's eyes connect with mine for a brief second before he looks away, but unfortunately for me, he does a double-take and walks back a few feet and stops in front of my chair.
"Sup?" he nods at me as he leans against the wall.
I roll my eyes. "What do you want?"
We both speak in hushed tones so our voices don't carry.
He puts a hand over his heart. "I'm hurt, Lyla. Maybe I just want to spend some time with my old friend."
I want to laugh. "When were we friends?"
He pouts. "We're youth group buddies. We have to stick together."
"I haven't even looked at that church in 5 years," I say flatly. "What do you really want?"
"Fine." He steps away from the wall. "You want me to be frank?" He stands with his feet apart and his hands folded behind his back. His voice is clear when he says: "You owe me."
I laugh, but I keep it quiet. "I don't owe you a thing. Go bother someone else."
He doesn't leave, doesn't even flinch.
"How are you even here?" I ask. "Weren't you an extra? We wrapped them all on Friday."
He puffs out his chest slightly and flicks his nose with his right thumb before smirking at me and folding his arms over his chest. "They needed another wardrobe assistant."
"Bull," I laugh. "There are at least 10 wardrobe people. That's enough."
"Apparently it's not," Jake's tone shifts like he's talking to a little kid.
"Leave me alone Jake," I say again.
I think he stands up straighter and plants his feet firmer into the floor.
"I don't take orders from you," he says.
"It wasn't an order," I correct him, "but if you took it that way, that's your problem. Not mine."
His hands drop to his sides, his fists are balled. He opens his mouth to retort, but he's cut off.
"Hey Lyla," Shawn steps up behind Jake and we both look at him. "They need you on set."
Um...
They most certainly do not. They’re rehearsing with second team right now.
What are you doing, Shawn?
"No, I don't think they do," I say as I shake my head slowly.
Shawn's looking right into my eyes and I catch the subtle flick of his eyebrows and the urgency in his own eyes.
"I mean," he says. "Kevin told me to come get you."
"No, I didn't," Kevin speaks up from across the room.
I pull my lips in to refrain from giggling.
Shawn's as red as a tomato.
"If someone really wanted me," I joke. "They'd have sent a PA, or come themselves before they sent an actor. Especially you."
Shawn's jaw tightens.
I might have taken that too far.
He continues: "They need you f-"
I widen my eyes, a nonverbal plea to get him to stop, and Shawn's nostrils flare when he stops talking. I try to soften my gaze so he knows that whatever he thinks is happening, isn't. But, I'm not sure he's getting it.
He takes a deep breath, his shoulders rise and fall. He hasn't broken the eye contact once.
"Can I talk to you?" he asks calmly and when I pause for a few seconds, he adds: "Please?"
I have two choices. First: refuse and keep this up until he gives in, which probably won't happen. He seems fairly stubborn, so he'll probably end up making a scene or dragging me off with him. So, really, I'm left with the second option: go with him.
I really don't want to do this right now, but I clearly don't have a say in the matter.
I stand up and follow him, without acknowledging Jake. Who is apparently bothered by this, because he whispers as I pass:
"Tell your boyfriend to stay out of other people's business."
If it were physically possible to breathe fire, he'd be a pile of ash on the floor right now.
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Happy International Women's Day from Lyla and all the kickass women in this story!
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