human-corpses

Signs as Horror Anime

Aries: Elfen Lied

Originally posted by kumokuraza

Taurus: Deadman Wonderland

Originally posted by narutoquotess

Gemini: Hellsing

Originally posted by blvckshinxbi

Cancer: Highschool of the Dead

Originally posted by tsugumi

Leo: Parasyte: The Maxim

Originally posted by rinnegon

Virgo: Corpse Party: Tortured Souls (OVA)

Originally posted by cetix-desu

Libra: Mirai Nikki

Originally posted by anime1trash

Scorpio: Ajin: Demi-Human

Originally posted by rnewtu

Sagittarius: Devil May Cry: The Animated Series

Originally posted by subzeros

Aquarius: Tokyo Ghoul

Originally posted by tsugumi

Capricorn: Akame ga Kill!

Originally posted by kingmashiro

Pisces: Blue Exorcist

Originally posted by goanimeloverblog



I though that Corpse Party: Tortured Souls” scared me, but then I finished “Elfen Lied”…. Wow.

Another humans are weird Post

If we really are the only  one of the few  races that has so much internal war and do shady things then what would they think of modern medicine? 

Like, we’ve mentioned some Aliens might regenerate so what might they think of death, they wouldn’t necessarily pursue medicine. 

Humans have a self awareness and enough narcissism that we adore learning our history, our evolution, we’re scientists and doctors are arguably the most respected professionals on Earth. If a building has a red cross on it we don’t bomb it, even if we’re at war. 

So what if our medicine is like, so advanced that other aliens are genuinely suprised that this tiny planet that’s so young and has so little technological advances has medicine that is years away from what they have? 

Think about it, most of our advancements in medicine is because of our own wars, or because a doctor has tortured and experimented on them or just by accident and instead of denying it because of the means, we’ve just gone “oh well, let’s research it humanely from now on, maybe?” 

And like, that post about food, and bacteria. Like, our antibiotics is basically mold? I can imagine alien doctors being like “Woah! This is a sterile place, Human Doctor Sarah. Your contaminated experiments should go in the clean room” And Human Dr Sarah just being like ??? “it’s penicillin” 

A few other things Medi-Aliens might freak out about:

  • “You learnt human anatomy by using corpse?” 
  • “You used to have open theatre surgery?” 
  • “So how did you guys invent vaccines?” (And pause for the “he did what to children!?” 
  • “Wait,  why is the weaponised sleeping agent ‘Chloroform’ in the medicine section?” 
  • “What does ‘donate my body to science’ mean”?

bokkle-oran-doove  asked:

Hi, I was wondering if you could give some examples of lesser used Greek mythology monsters, and what kind of personalities they may have. Thank you so much. I love your blog so much.

Ooooh boy, this was my obsession growing up.  Here are my favorite top five that you probably haven’t heard of.  

Spoiler alert:  they’re weird.

5.  Ichthyocentaurs. 

“Ichthyocentaur,” by Chrisgiz12@DeviantArt.  

Or as I prefer to call them, mercentaurs.  They’ve got the arms and torso of a man, the front legs of a horse, and the tail of a fish.  They also have “lobster claw” horns on top of their heads.  

The two best known Ichthyocentaurs are the wise Aphros and Bythos, who are half-brothers of the Centaur Chiron (the fella who raised Jason, a la Jason and the Argonauts.)  In some version, it was the Ichthyocentaurs who hoisted Venus out of the ocean on her clam shell.

Their names really do translate roughly to “fish centaurs.” 

4.  Amphisbaena.

It’s like CatDog, except both ends are snakes.  In Greek mythology, when Perseus killed Medusa, the Pegasus was born out of her corpse but her blood on the ground birthed the Amphisbaena.  In some versions, it rolls across the desert by biting onto its other  head and forming a wheel, and it feasts on insects and human corpses.  Not friendly.

3.  Phorcys.

You heard of mercentaurs, now get ready for mercrabman.  Crabmerman.  Mermancrab.  Whatever, I’m still working on the name.  In Greek mythology, they called him Phorcys, and he was essentially a merman with the front claws of a crab and spiked red skin.  He’s purportedly a child of either Oceanus and Tethys or Pontus and Gaia (it varies from myth to myth) and is the father to a host of notable monster children, including the Gorgon sisters and possibly Echidna. 

Sufficed to say, he’s a big player in Greek mythology.

2.  Ophiotaurus.  

(Art via: https://mrpsmythopedia.wikispaces.com/Ophiotaurus

This one’s part bull and part serpent:  it’s got the front half of a bull and a snake’s tail.  That might sound like the end of it, but whoever burns the entrails of the Ophiotaurus is said to possess the power to defeat the gods.  It was attempted by an ally of the Titans during their war with the gods, but Zeus took the form of an eagle (or sent an eagle, depending on the myth) to retrieve them.  

I’m inclined to be fond of the Ophiotaurus, but I might be a bit prejudiced because of how endearing it was in Percy Jackson.

1.  Hippalectryon.

“HIPPALEKTRYON DE BRUYERE” by Fabian Palmari

I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried.  It’s part horse, part rooster, specifically in that order:  the Hippalectryon has the head (and sometimes front legs) of a horse and the hind legs, body, and wings of a rooster.  Its function and any notable myths about it remain unknown, but Aristophanes described it as “an awkward looking creature.” 

I’d imagine so, Aristrophanes, I’d imagine so.

I see what you did there!

So I am the DM a 5E group of five. The party includes a silver dragonborn who is proud to the point of vain of her heritage, but has a weakness for anything that pretty and shiny.

The party just killed a hill giant and found a human corpse with a gold necklace not his pouch.

Dragonborn “ooo shiny! I need it!”
*immediately puts on the necklace*

Me (DM) “as you clasp the necklace, it immediately tightens to that of a snug choker, and embeds itself into your scales”

Bard (seen this) “and that’s why we don’t put things on before checking…”*casts detect magic and finds it is indeed magical with a transmutation property*

Dragonborn “what can I say, it’s my guilty pleasure”

After making sure the item wasn’t killing her, they continue on their journey. Two weeks later they party notice that the dragonborn ’s neck is slowly turning gold

Bard casts identify

Me “as you finish your incantation, the name of the item leaps out at you, the necklace of gilded pleasure”

The party groans in disgust at my beautiful pun

Hair extensions, either you’ve tried and love having long locks or can’t afford them. Anyway’s some wacky surreal news has been developed that those long silky tresses that you had to buy may, in fact, be goat or corpse hair. Yeah, allow me to repeat that… corpse hair.

As the BBC investigated along with Fair Hair Care most of the time those locks titled Malaysian, Chinese, Brazilian, Indonesian and etc, is most of the time goat hair.

F.Y.I. take this consideration before washing those goat tresses…

‘Consumers spend large amounts of time and money to find the right type of products to look after the human hair extensions but these products simply just don’t work as they are not treating human hair.’

Yet the corpse concept, yeah read this direct quote:

‘In other instances, some extensions could be taken from corpses or could be from girls as young as who have cut off their hair to sell for just a few pounds.’

Fair Hair Care is currently running a petition to stop and realign the hair extension industries regulations.

Tokyo Ghoul Characters in a Nutshell
  • Kaneki: *sobs* SWEET LITTLE CINNAMON ROLL DID NOTHING WRONG HE DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER
  • Touka: Cute/pretty/clever/EVIL TSUNDERE/hard worker/family oriented
  • Juuzou: Cute cinnamon roll that could kill you
  • Hinami: *adorably eats human corpse*
  • Ayato: Father complex
  • Hide: refer to Kaneki
  • Takizawa: refer to Hide
  • Tsukiyama: *has orgasm in French*

This is the product made when you put a human corpse through a garbage compactor. Scientists have done this to discover our pure essence. The result is startling pure and clean, all traces of the human’s organs compacted into this stark off-white block.

Please reblog this post to spread awareness.

Why real!ciel became a perfect bizarre doll

If undertaker really is Vincent’s father, could Real!ciels lineage be the reason he was able to become a “perfect” bizarre doll? All the other human corpses that undertaker tried to reanimate ended up as “failures” without any other self-driven purpose other than trying to devour people for their souls. The closest he got was when he was at Weston, but even then the bizarre doll couldn’t function correctly. Could the fact that real!ciel is also part reaper somehow make a perfect reanimation possible?

And one more thing, in the manga we’ve been told that the only way to kill a death god is with a death scythe. But what about part reapers? Are they able to be truly killed in the same way as a human, or do they still need a death scythe to kill them? If they did need death scythes, real!ciel may not have fully died while he was being tortured by the cult. Meaning that he would have still had his soul. Undertaker said that it’s impossible to return one’s soul; but if real!ciel still had his soul and only his body had “died”, undertaker could’ve reanimated his body and wouldn’t have needed to give his soul back. It also means that the reaper dispatch would’ve never known about real!ciel dying and it would’ve never been in the to-die list.

(Totally off topic, but this could also prove that the phantomhive manor burning down was by the hands of a supernatural creature. Or at least a person with a lot of knowledge of the supernatural, otherwise they would’ve never been able to procure a death scythe to kill Vincent. They also must’ve been extremely close to daddy phantomhive to figure out that. He was part reaper.)

This was probably all over the place and a terrible theory. Thanks for reading!

-mod lizzy

  • me: he's just a fictional character, get over it
  • also me: *silently caressing a picture of him as a tear rolls down my eye* why aren't you real, my love

Hungry ghosts are the demon-like creatures described in Buddhist, Taoist, Hindu, Sikh, and Jain texts as the remnants of the dead who are afflicted with insatiable desire, hunger or thirst as a result of bad deeds or evil intent carried out in their life times. Found in every part of the Far East, from the Philippines to Japan and China, Thailand, Laos, Burma, India and Pakistan, they are universally described as human-like wraiths with mummified skin, narrow withered limbs, grossly bulging stomachs, long thin necks and tiny mouths.
Defined by a fusion of rage and desire, tormented by unfulfilled cravings and insatiably demanding impossible satisfactions, hungry ghosts are condemned to inhabit shadowy and dismal places in the realm of the living. Their specific hunger varies according to their past karma and the sins they are atoning for. Some can eat but find it impossible to find food or drink. Others may find food and drink, but have pinhole mouths and cannot swallow.

For others, food bursts into flames or rots even as they devour it. Japanese hungry ghosts called gaki must eat excrement while those called jikininki are cursed to devour human corpses. According to Hindu tradition, hungry ghosts may endlessly seek particular objects, emotions or people, those things that obsessed them or caused them to commit bad deeds when they were living: riches, gems, children, even fear or the vitality of the living.A form of hungry ghost called the Grigori is found in Christian mythology. Mentioned in the Book of Enoch, the Grigori and their offspring, created by the union of Grigori and humans, wander the earth endlessly yearning for food though they have no mouths to eat or drink with.  In China, hungry ghosts include the spirits of dead ancestors who are compelled to return to the earthly realm during the seventh month of the Chinese Lunar Calendar in August.  These ghosts can eat human food, and offerings of cake, fruit and rice are commonly left out for them, while amulets are worn and incense is burnt to protect against those with evil intent or insatiable need.

The desires of hungry ghosts are never satisfied and they must endlessly seek gratuity from the living. They can also cause misfortune to those whose chi energy is depleted or whose luck is bad. Some are driven seek to possess weak-willed men and women so as to dispossess their souls and take over their bodies, all the better to eat and drink with. In addition to hunger, hungry ghosts may suffer from immoderate heat and cold; the moon scorches them in summer, while the sun freezes them in winter, adding to their torment. The suffering of these creatures resembles that of the souls condemned to hell, but they are distinguishable by the fact that the damned are confined to the subterranean realm while hungry ghosts can occupy the world of the living.In Buddhism, hungry ghosts are often seen as a metaphor for those individuals who are following a path of incorrect desire, who suffer from spiritual emptiness, who cannot see the impossibility of correcting what has already happened or who form an unnatural attachment to the past.  Hungry ghosts are also sometimes used as a metaphor for drug addiction.In the west, the time of hungry ghosts is tied subconsciously to the time of Halloween, when the spirits of loved ones may return to the realm of the living and be welcomed – or bring with them undesirable spirits replete with malicious intent. The candle placed in the jack o’ lantern or at the windowsill guides the souls of the beloved home, while the jack o lantern itself warns off the hungry ghosts.

-Kashgar





monster flug headcanons

- Flug is half Jikininki (also known as wendigo). They are creatures that normally cannibalize humans and feed of corpses, but for the sake of this au I’ve adjusted them to feeding off the life force of humans as their own is slowly dwindling. 

- Flug has no idea his ‘hunger’ his literally his soul decaying inside him. Black Hat knows exactly what’s going on.

- Flug’s ‘father’ was more of an… unwilling test subject. 

- Flug has a second row of teeth, shorter than and hidden behind the the first. If he were full bloodied Jikininki they’d be to cut through thicker fat and bone on the human body, but as a halfling he’s just kinda… there. 

- He actually needs to eat less life force as a halfling, but will make himself very sick by over eating. He only recently discovered this. 

- Since Black Hat figured out what he was, he’d become a sort of attack dog.

- Flug is faster and stronger than a normal human, but weaker and slower than Black Hat. However…

- Flug’s teeth can cut right through Black Hat’s body. He’s a shapeshifter so it doesn’t do much harm, and Black Hat doesn’t even have a soul to eat. 

- Flug is secretly jealous of Black Hat’s larger razor teeth

- He has night-vision. Because of his sensitive eyes, daylight blinds him. Hence, the googles. 

anonymous asked:

What happened to kon, BTW?😂😆😅

When his fuzzy little cotton stuffing couldn’t compute how nee-sama and Ichigo could’ve possibly not gotten together, he packed up his shit and left for good

Okay, but real talk: I nominate Kon and his storyline for the biggest WASTED POTENTIAL of this whole damn series.  No joke.  At least Kubo sort of tried with other chars even if he didn’t do so well, but Kon?  One shining moment of wonderful storytelling in chapter 16… and that was it.

Y’all remember this?

FUCK ME, EARLY BLEACH WAS SO GOOD SJKALKGHASG

HOW DO YOU CREATE A DYSTOPIAN AFTERLIFE THAT ONCE BUILT AN ARMY OF ARTIFICIAL SOULS WITH THE SPECIFIC INTENT OF INSERTING THEM INTO HUMAN CORPSES AND THEN DISCARDED THEM LIKE TRASH AND NOT MENTION THIS AGAIN??? EVER???

*sits down and takes a deep, calming breath, massaging temples*

At the very least, the anime writers tried to do something with that storyline.

Personal headcanon?  After discussing it with Rukia at some point, they (as in she and Ichigo) come up with the idea to capitalize on Kisuke’s lingering guilt over the whole Hōgyoku deal.  I say they, but this is all Rukia, master grifter:  

Basically, since Kisuke got away with little more than an apology, Rukia was also given a lifetime free pass on whatever the hell she wants from the shōten, no charge, so she asks Kisuke for a gigai made especially for Kon.

It’s all state of the art, too: undetectable, durable… the works.  Kisuke even offers to use the tech that would eventually turn him into a human, if that’s what Kon wants.

And so Kon is given what he was once so cruelly denied: a life of his own.  He’s free to stick around Karakura and it’s implied that he’s always welcome in the Kurosaki household, but Kon chooses to travel (and yes, every now and then return to Karakura to visit).

They also present Kon with legit (that is, legitimately forged) paperwork.  The first name on the documents? Kai.

Tips On How To Write Undead/Zombie Creatures (For both fanfic writers and original content writers)

This is for @angels-of-hades, who sent me an ask about this, and I decided that it would be great for another of my iconic Long Posts. (See my post about winged characters here and my post about shape-shifters here)

The undead are an incredibly common trope in modern fiction.

From “The Walking Dead”, to “iZombie”, to “Z-Nation”, to a ton of others, the undead seem to have infatuated television writers.

It’s not just television, though- the zombie craze has now spread to literature, too, if Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, Warm Bodies, and World War Z have anything to show for it.

And now it has spread to fanfiction. I can’t even count how many Zombie Apocalypse AUs and Walking Dead fusions I’ve seen popping up in the feed of multiple fandoms,

Therefore, I’ve decided to make a post on writing zombielike creatures, which you should probably read before you begin that apocalypse AU you’ve been obsessing over.

1. Decide how the virus spreads- make a checklist and take everything into account as you analyze all of the facts.

Okay, you don’t have to make an actual checklist. Just something in your head.

Think of all the ways that the virus can spread, the most common way being a mixing of bodily fluids (a bite from an infected person).

This can also mean blood-to-blood contact with a victim also causes the virus to spread, and A LOT of television shows just gloss this over: WHAT ABOUT MOSQUITOES???

Take The Walking Dead as an example:

They’re in the south for a majority of the time; It’s hot.

Mosquitoes must be breeding like crazy.

I understand why a mosquito wouldn’t bite a zombie during the later stages as the corpse decays and becomes more cadaver-like, but during the first few weeks? When the blood was still fresh and the people were still kinda sorta alive???

Mosquitoes would totally be a spreading factor for the virus- sucking the blood from a zombie and then biting a healthy human, thus infecting them- and everyone would be dead.

That’s an example of poor planning- The Walking Dead writers didn’t specify enough and hinted at the virus being spread through blood-to-blood contact, and that leaves a gigantic gap in information.

Here are some limits/rules/whatever that you can set for your virus:

- It can only be spread through a bite (you have to specifically state a bite, because that means that it’s in the saliva)

-It can only be spread through gene alteration

-It’s a parasite and the parasite actually has to be inside of the host for it to infect them

-The virus cannot survive in certain temperatures/climates

These are only a few, so feel free to add more!

2. Make your zombies unique

Like I said above, there are a LOT of zombie stories. Like, a lot.

You need to make a part of your zombies different from the rest, so that your potential readers are compelled to pick up the book because wOW LOOK THERE’S A TWIST.

Whether it be zombie animals or zombies that are incredibly intelligent, you have to make sure that these creatures pop out because otherwise they’ll be lost in the fray of post-apocalyptic, gunslinging nonsense.

(JUST A NOTE THAT IT IS COMPLETELY FINE TO KEEP THE OLD VANILLA ZOMBIES. IF YOUR PLOT IS OUTSTANDING, NOBODY WILL CARE THAT THEY’VE READ ABOUT THESE KINDS OF ZOMBIES 1000000 TIMES BEFORE)

Here are some common tropes that are usually associated with zombies that you can change up a bit if you want:

-Slow (walk/shuffle/etc.)

-Can’t communicate (aside from groaning)

-Dumb

-There are a lot of them, usually outnumbering the protagonist and their gang

-Are human corpses

-Result from a viral outbreak

-Do not remember their former selves

-Can only be killed a certain way (shot in the head/head cut off/something with the head/whatever.)

3. Just because you have zombies doesn’t mean you can’t have a plot, too!

^^^^My reaction when I read/watch something and there’s no plot except coME ON LET’S FIGHT TEH ZOMBIES

A lot- and I mean A LOT- of amateur writers think “Ok, so if I have zombies in the story, I need no other conflict except them fighting zombies. I mean, that’s a good enough conflict, right?”

*buzzer noise* WRONG

Yes, I understand that technically (technically) zombies are a conflict. I mean, they’re undead people, right? 

But if your entire story is just hacking and chopping away at a ton of corpses, it ain;t gonna be interesting, at least not to me.

What would The Walking Dead be like without Shane? The Governor? Terminus? Negan and the Saviors?

The reason why The Walking Dead is so popular is because it shows an overarching plotline, with zombies- oh, I’m sorry, “walkers”- just being problems in between. Yes, maybe in the first season it was mostly about escaping the herd, but the rest is about tons of other things, and zombies are just the antagonists that make the protagonists’ lives harder while they’re trying to deal with other things.

You should really follow this example because if the only thing you can say about the main conflict in your story is “there’s zombies“ then you really need to rethink what you’re writing.

Some main goals/conflicts/overarching plotlines that you can choose from:

-Stopping the person who spread/is spreading the virus

-Find the antidote

-Struggle for survival against other humans

-Struggle for resources

-Going to a certain place where there’s supposedly no zombies

-Finding people the protagonist has been separated from

-Plus much more


HOPE THIS HELPED!!!

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Anatoly Moskvin was arrested in 2011 following a police investigation into the desecration of local graveyards, initially attributing the crime to some form of extremism. On searching his house, however, they discovered that there was no political motive for the desecrations - instead Moskvin had been collecting items from the graveyards, including 26 corpses. 

Moskvin had gone to some lengths to ensure that the bodies that he removed from the graves were well preserved, and was found to be in possession of literature instructing him on the process of mummification. He would dry out the corpses with a combination of salt and baking powder, leaving them in secure, dry places in the cemeteries until they were adequately dried out. He would then bring the bodies back to his own home where he would wrap them in cloth and provide them padding - due to the fact that the bodies would wither and shrink as they dried out. He would also create wax masks decorated with nail polish, as seen above, and dress them in children’s clothing. They resembled large dolls. He had amassed his collection of corpses over the course of 10 years.

His motivation for these crimes were as bizarre as the crimes themselves, a consequence of his mental health issues. Moskvin believed that he could bring dead children back to life through the use of magic, he had read that druids would sleep on graves in order to communicate with the dead. Moskvin initially started this practice himself, but as he grew older he grew less comfortable sleeping on the hard ground outside and resorted to exhuming the bodies and bringing them home in order to sleep with them there. He also reported that he created the masks and dressed them in children’s clothing in order to make them feel less ugly, as the process of decay may make them feel uncomfortable. He would watch cartoons with the corpses and sing them songs, and denied any form of sexual attraction to the corpses or sexual component to the crimes.

Unsurprisingly Moskvin was found to suffer from significant mental health problems and was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia. He was deemed unfit to stand to trial in 2012 and was detained in a psychiatric hospital to receive ‘coercive medical measures’, meaning his treatment is court mandated. 

white blood

pairing: tom holland x reader

word count: 2,841

warnings: no explicit mention of depression (but implied), self hatred thoughts, angst, LOTS AND LOTS OF FLUFF/CHEESINESS AT THE END THO

a/n: hi guys !! this is my first fic, and this is probably just a one time thing bUT WHO KNOWS AMIRIGHT. anyways, i’m really nervous about posting it so pls just give it a shot; there will be spelling mistakes, repetitive word use, etc., but obviously, writing is a long process that requires a lot of hard work. i have been dealing with depression for a long time, and a few nights ago, i was at a particular low, so i turned to writing, and out popped this little thing. part of this song was inspired by white blood by oh wonder, because i saw them in concert this weekend and this song really got to me, so give it a listen! i also want to put it out there, that you are all stronger than you think, and you will persevere through whatever difficult problem you are struggling with. all the love xoxo.


I’m ready to go

I’m ready to go

Can’t do it alone

Can’t do it alone

every day, it was the same thing. get up, sit in bed all day, go back to sleep. you didn’t leave the house, hell, your brain wouldn’t let you. you were trapped inside the jail cell that was your mind, surrounded by self doubt and hatred. but today, it felt harder than usual. it was like there was a weight that was wedged into your scalp, pushing your body deep into the ground and making you feel as if you were numb. you sighed as you looked at the sun shining in through the windows as if beckoning you to run and bask in its golden glory. but your bad thoughts seem to pull you back towards your bed, whispering, “stay for a while, stay for a while”. at this point, it seemed to hard to fight. you seemed to slay your demons but every day, they seemed to come back stronger than before. but it didn’t mean that your heart didn’t ache to just feel the heat of the sun’s beams on your face because, it did. you wanted to feel alive again, like you weren’t a soul slowly rotting away in a human corpse. you climb back into your warm, inviting, white sheets and pull them over your face. you close your eyes for a moment, but the sound of a buzz causes your eyelids to open. you push off the covers and lean over to look at your phone that was charging on your bedside table. you stare at the screen and see a familiar contact name flashing.

tom❤️
tried calling you last night, but i’m assuming you fell asleep since it was pretty late. i’m thinking of you, and i miss you. call me back when you can x

you sighed and set it back down on the table, not having the heart to talk to him and pretend that everything is fine. that’s the reason why you were dodging his calls. you couldn’t let him see you this way. you couldn’t open yourself up to him when the weight of the world is on his shoulders. you knew that if you told him how you felt, he would be nothing be supportive and kind, which is the problem. you couldn’t be any reason to hold him back; this was his dream, and you would never forgive yourself if you were the one who stood in the way of his goals. at first, he even insisted that he wasn’t going to take the role; he knew that he needed to be with you, to support you, and help you through every bump in the road, but you couldn’t let him do that. as his girlfriend, you felt as if it was your duty to ensure that he was on the path to being as happy as possible. but that meant putting on a mask and hiding how you truly felt. you grabbed your laptop, opened up netflix, rewatching yet another episode of your favorite show, and stared off into space, the sound of characters chattering in the background providing some white noise.

I’m ready to run through the heat of the sun

Can’t do it alone

Can’t do it alone

you wake up to the same old sound of buzzing, and look over, seeing tom’s angelic profile picture pop up on your tiny screen, illuminating the whole room. you hesitate staring at his contact picture, with his glowing smile, and tessa’s big eyes. part of you aches to see his face, so barely thinking, you swipe the accept button. and there is your beautiful boyfriend, looking like an absolute angel as usual. his soft curls sat like a mop on his head; he seemed to have spidey head, which is what he liked to called his hair after hours in the spidey suit. he had dark circles in his eyes, but at the same time, he was beaming. he was tired, but you could tell how truly happy he was. once he saw your face, he lit up, his teeth gleaming and his cute little dimples dancing along the sides of his lips.
“wow hello beautiful,” he whispers in a groggy voice, exhaustion clearly apparent in his voice.
“why are you calling me tom? aren’t you still shooting?”
“what? not excited to see me? i’m offended.” he pouts and crosses his arms across his chest like a toddler. he then notices your stone cold expression and then pushes his hands against his chair, adjusting his position. “you didn’t call me back this morning, so i got worried”
“yeah um.. i’ve just been really busy with university stuff today. that’s all” you lie, sending a weak smile his way, hoping that he would just accept you at your word and move on. and thankfully, he did. so then he started rambling on and on about everything he’s been up to, what his favorite stunt of the day was, how the producer replaced his chair with a toilet, etc. as he continues to speak, your eyes start to wander and end up staring at your face through the tiny reflection of yourself staring back up at you, and you shudder. you hadn’t showered in two days, the grease clearly apparent in your hair and on your face, little red dots poking their way out of your skin. your lips were slightly chapped, and there seemed to be no life behind your eyes.
“y/n? y/n? helloooo” he waves his hand in front of your space, snapping you away from your self hatred infused thoughts, “you’ve been spacing out this entire time. what’s going on?”
“it’s nothing tom, alright? don’t worry about it”
he lifts an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “well clearly it’s not nothing. i know when something is on your mind”

I’m ready to fall

So tired of it all

Down deep in a hole

Can’t do it alone

you look down at your hands because you knew that if you looked tom in the eyes, then the tears would come crashing down. “can you just drop it, please?” you rub your hands back at forth, trying to calm your excessive shaking.
“not until you tell me what is wrong”
you stay silent.
“y/n-”
“I SAID JUST DROP IT, OKAY?” you yell as a quiver begins to escape your lips and tear start to drip down little by little.
“darling, what is-”
“i’m-i’m sorry tom. i don’t know what’s gotten into me. i-i’ve gotta go” you whisper, tears beginning to stream faster and faster down your wet cheeks as you speak each and every word. you wipe them away with your fingers in a brisk motion.
"y/n-” you see tom’s eyes grow wide in worry and you hang up. by now, you were full out sobbing. your body felt like it was convulsing and you lean forward on your bed, your tears spilling onto the perfect sheets. you close your eyes, and eventually fall into a deep sleep.

I’m ready to climb this mountain inside

Impossible heights

you wake up to the sound of knocking. you stand up, puzzled as you stare at your alarm clock flashing 3:35am, which seemed to provide a tiny bit of light to the completely dark room. you  hear the little bugs buzzing around outside your window in the cool summer night, and you yawn, rubbing your eyes. the knocking continues, even more eagerly this time.
“just one minute please!” you throw on a pair of tom’s old baggy sweats lying on the floor beside your feet, wrapping your big blanket around you, and scurry towards the door. you turn the knob, and before you could even process what was happening, you feel a strong pair of arms wrap around you. you begin to push the strong arms off of you, wondering who the hell this man was, at 3 am, on a tuesday. but then he just pulls you deeper into him, forcing you to inhale his scent: vanilla and a tint of mint.

it was tom. for a moment, you tried completely denying it was him. he shouldn’t be back until at least two months from now. so you pull back for a moment, and stare up into a pair of beautiful, chocolate eyes. it was him. he squeezed you so tight to his body that you felt like you couldn’t breath, slowly pulling together the broken pieces of your heart with his embrace. his hands begin to stroke your hair, his fingers playing with it at the ends. you stood there in silence because in that moment, nothing had to be said. a few tears spill onto his white shirt as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“it’s okay,” he whispers quietly into your hair, softly kissing your cheek, “i’m here. i’m here now  darling.”
“what-what are you doing here?” you cry as you pull him closer, refusing to let him go.
"what can i say, i missed my best girl. and despite what everyone says, even spider-man needs a break sometimes,” he coos as he rocks you back and forth. he lifts his head off your shoulder and stares into your eyes, taking in every part of your face. he wipes away one of your tears and grasps your cheek in his hand. you close your eyes and lean into his hand. he continues to caress your cheek as the other takes yours which is resting on his shoulder and brings it to his lips, his lips tenderly kissing each and every knuckle, like there were butterflies landing on each individual finger.
"let’s go inside” he takes your hand and intertwines your fingers as he leads you back into your tiny apartment. he takes you into the kitchen, and pulls out a chair for you. you slump down, wrapping your fuzzy blanket around your body. you stare at tom as he looked through your cabinets, like it was his house. he picks out one of your favorite crematic mugs and then bends down in a squatting position as his eyes scanned the interior of the dark cabinet, his glance finally landing on the silver tea kettle. he then reaches over to the cabinet next to it, standing on his tippy toes and grabbing the box of various tea bags. he flipped through each one, finally landing on which one you knew was your go-to tea when you were sad. he leans over and flips the switch to the radio on, the quiet hum adding a peacefulness to the already comforting silence. he makes his way over to your stove, turning the fire on, and places the heavy kettle on top of it.  “oh i love this song,” tom exclaims as he adjusts the temperature, the bright orange flame simmering down to a darker blue. he hustles over to the radio, turning up the volume just slightly, and then hums along quietly as he makes his way over to you. he wraps his arms around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder as he sways you back and forth. he kisses your cheek, whispering the lyrics quietly into your ear and sending shivers down your spine. he then tugs on your hand with his, spinning your chair around so that it’s facing him. he pulls on your arm, urging you to stand up. you slouch back further into your chair and shake your head.

“dance with me, love”

“no tom, you know i don’t dance,”

“well, you’re going to,”

he nearly pulls your arm out of his socket, but smoothly snakes his hand around your waist, and grabs your other hand with his. you give him a dirty stare, but he just smirks and pulls you closer to him, your forehead resting on his chest, feeling it rise and fall, rise and fall. it was so constant and strong that you felt like his heartbeat was pulsing through your very own veins. his head rested on tops of yours, and then, he starts to sing the words into your hair so quietly that they seemed to be drifting into the air as he continues to move you back and forth.

Said you’d always be my white blood

Circulate the right love

Giving me your white blood

I need you right here with me

Said you’d always be my white blood

Elevate my soul above

Giving me your white blood

I need you right here with me, here with me

you didn’t even notice you started crying until you see the new water stains emerging onto tom’s t-shirt. you didn’t really know why you were crying. maybe it was the fact that he was actually here for the first time in four months. or maybe it was the fact that you felt like the world around you was falling apart. no matter what the reason, you feel yourself crying harder and harder, pulling tom closer to you, not wanting this moment to end. you wanted to remember dancing in your kitchen with tom, with no stress or worries. just tom. he looks down at you, concern growing in his eyes, but he says nothing, leading you over to the couch and sitting you down. he sinks into the couch and pulls you onto his chest as you continued to sob. he strokes your hair soothingly and rubs tiny circles on your shoulder, occasionally leaving a tiny kiss on your forehead. in that moment, tom knew that saying anything wouldn’t help; you just needed him to be there. nothing else. once your breathing leveled out, he murmurs, “shh… it’s gonna be alright…just breath… in and out…. in and out…” you calm yourself even further, closing your eyes, and listening to tom’s voice, feeling as if you were in some kind of trance. you hear the tea kettle screeching and you look up at tom. “i’m going to take care of that, give me five seconds,” you sit up slowly and nod, looking into his brown eyes and tucking your long hair that was dropping in front of your eyes behind your ears.

you continue to control your breathing. in and out. in and out. you take one deep breath and let it out slowly. you hear the shuffling of feet and look up to see tom, softly grinning at you with a mug in hand and steam swirling out of it. he spins the tea bag around and hands it to you. he stares at you intently as you take a sip and inhale the steamy scent. you stare at the tinted water as you feel tom’s eyes on you, scared of what he was going to say, or if he was going to say anything at all. you feel your fingers starting to shake again, but tom immediately puts his hands over yours, and holds them to his chest. he traces your hand with his pointer finger.

“i-i’m sorry,” you blurt out, refusing to meet his eyes.

“sorry? sorry for what, y/n? you haven’t done anything wrong” he asks soothingly rubbing your back.

“for making you so worried and making you come all this way. i know you’re busy and i’m sorry i’m all over the place and holding you back”

he shakes his head and holds your hands in his own. “babe, you’re not holding me back. in fact, you’re what’s keeping me going right now. i don’t want you to ever feel like your issues aren’t important, because they are. i want you to tell me everything. if there’s something going on.

“but you’re-you’re just living this surreal life, and i don’t wanna bother you with all my petty problems.”

“but y/n, everyone has their problems. i’m not perfect, i mean look at how many marvel secrets that i’ve given away,” you both chuckle, “but it doesn’t mean that i care any less. i’ll always care about you, because i love you, y/n, and that includes all parts of you.

you wrap your arms around his neck and he squeezes you tightly. he holds you and you feel yourself immediately feeling better.  after a few minutes, you finally pull away, rubbing your remaining tears off your cheeks with the back of your shirt.

“i’m such a mess,” you laugh as you finally look into tom’s eyes.

“aren’t we all,” he smiles at you, setting your cup of tea down on the coffee table, and pulling your blanket more onto your shoulders, “now, sleep.” you lay down onto tom’s lap and he strokes your hair. you start to blink slower and slower and your eyes eventually shut, falling asleep to tom’s angelic voice.

Said you’d always be my white blood

Circulate the right love

Giving me your white blood

I need you right here with me

Said you’d always be my white blood

Elevate my soul above,

Giving me your white blood

I need you right here with me

I need you right here with me

We don’t believe what’s on TV - Chapter 8

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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 will be a Stiles x Reader but only further in the story

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In this chapter: There’s someone. Someone I kinda forgot about. Someone I need to try to save. But am I strong enough?

Word count: 3223

It didn’t take much time before the police and the paramedics arrived at school. That wasn’t surprising considering the damage the class had and the injured students, it was only natural that the 911 was called. And especially the sheriff’s son that was also in the classroom near me. I was still sitting on the same chair and Stiles hadn’t left me since he had protected me from the crows, something I didn’t quite understand. Why take the risk of saving someone he didn’t know? Then I remembered how heroic Stiles could be at some times.

He didn’t want to leave me alone so he was still standing next to me, asking me every 5 minutes if I was fine. Questions I didn’t reply. I tried to understand the meaning of the voice’s words. I tried to understand why I had done that. Why did I feel the need to save everyone? The adrenaline had come down a while and I was beginning to feel the pain on my body that was slowly appearing. I also felt a disgusting pain in my heart going up in my throat as my eyes scrutinized the crows’ corpses that littered the ground and student desks. Then I couldn’t hold back the little breakfast I had eaten this morning.

“Oh … oh no …. Please… don’t … ooooh … ” Stiles muttered beside me, seeing me being sick on live.

“Sorry …” I replied, trying to get up to get away from my little damage. That was a lot for me. I didn’t think it was so hard to live, all the events that happened in the life of the characters in the show. They seemed to bear it well, but it was honestly intolerable. The stress they had to live every day was heavy, my legs were still trembling so Stiles had to help me get up and we walked away a bit before being intercepted by none other than Jennifer. Her hair was unfurled and she had feathers on her head.

“No one should leave before the police come and the paramedics check you…” She told us in a tone that wanted to be authoritarian but gentle.

“I think Y / N doesn’t feel very good, she should take some air.”

Jennifer was about to answer when the Sheriff entered the classroom, followed by paramedics with first aid kits.

“Stiles, can you explain me what happened?” The sheriff asked before he noticed me. “Well … first day of classes and already we see each other again, Y / N. ”

“You know her?“ Stiles asked and I already felt Scott’s lie saying I was his half-sister gone in the wind.

“More or less,” The sheriff answered by putting his hand on his belt while staring at me. “You still don’t remember anything?”

I shook my head negatively while looking at the floor.

“Well, it’s unfortunate,” he added, placing his hand gently on my head, which made me jump. He was very understanding all of a sudden. Surely because he was in front of his son.

Then the sheriff left us to talk with other students, and I listened.

“Mr. Argent. You wouldn’t have any insight into this would you? ”

I had neither heard nor seen Allison’s father enter the classroom. I had to be too absorbed by the events to notice.

“Me?”

“Yeah, it’s all this bizarre animal behavior, it’s uh… You must have seen something like this before, right?”

"Not sure why I would or would you think I would.”

He remained cautious and polite at the same time. A real hunter in the soul. After all, lying was part of his profession.

“Y / N?” Stiles called to me, wondering surely why I wasn’t moving anymore.

"I’m sorry. I could have sworn I overheard my son talking about how you were an experienced hunter. ”

Uh oh. Stiles immediately turned to the conversation and I saw him quickly turn his head away seeing the black glare that Chris had thrown at him.

“Uh, right. Well not anymore. ”

And the discussion between the two fathers ended. The sheriff asked Allison if everything was okay and she replied in the affirmative.

“Let’s go …” I whispered as I walked away from the classroom. Stiles came out of his thoughts and came back to me and quickly put my arm around his shoulder to help me walk. If I hadn’t had my heart beat so fast in my chest caused by the shock of what had just happened, I would surely have blushed and my heart would have beat that strong because of the proximity we had.

We were finally out of the class, out of the smell of death and corpses. I could finally breathe a little when someone called us.

“You weren’t examined by the paramedics yet, it would be better that you come back to class,” Jennifer told us.

I hated her even more.

In the end the paramedics examined us outside the classroom. Stiles had a scrap on his forehead and a few scratches in the back and for my part, apart from my broken wrist and my tight ankle, nothing had changed except a few scratches here and there. Because my crutches were damaged an ambulance driver gave me news. I didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing because now I no longer needed Stiles’ help to walk and I didn’t hate the proximity we had. At least my breathing had begun to regain a more normal rhythm.

“I’ll take you home,” Stiles told me while consulting his phone. We were in the corridor near the lockers and I could see Lydia and Allison in front of us chatting. “I have to call Scott before … he must know what happened. He’s your brother after all. ”

If one day I thought that becoming Scott’s little sister would be so … comforting. Hearing his name comforted me because I knew he would find a way to fix everything. I had only one desire, snuggle in his arms. Even though he was going to find it strange. I don’t know why I needed it so much.

“We got a serious problem at school. Miss Blake’s class was hit- ”

“Well can you tell me about it later?”

“Uh, nope, pretty sure this qualifies for immediate discussion.”

“Okay then … wait, is Y / N fine?”

“Yeah, she’s there with me, Scott where-”

“Meet me at Derek’s.”

“Derek’s house? What’s the hell you doing at Derek’s house? ”

“Just meet us here okay? And bring Y / N with you. ”

Stiles hung up and stared at his cell phone.

“It’s not like I have a choice,” he grumbled, glancing at me quickly as I avoided his eyes by looking away.

“Where’s Scott?” A voice made before us, and automatically I raised my head to look in front of me. I remembered this scene too well.

“He had to leave. He’s supposed to be back in class- "Allison began in response to Braeden who seemed more panicked than ever.

"Is he coming back?” Braeden asked as she grabbed Allison’s wrist abruptly.

"Hey! Easy with the physicality, Sweetheart-” Lydia raised the tone to be authoritative, but got her wrist caught as well in a small cry of pain. Then Braeden seemed to look in our direction with horrified eyes, but I knew we weren’t the cause of it. I turned around just in time to see the twins leave in another corridor.

They were going to kill her, or at least they were going to try. When I turned to Braeden again, she was gone.

“Well she bruised me.” Lydia muttered, looking at her wrist.

"Huh. Me too.” Allison replied, and at the same moment her father came to them.

"Come on. Let’s get the two of you girls outta here. School may wait another day. Sweetheart.” His father began, but I wasn’t listening to them. I walked where Braeden was without thinking. I knew where and I knew what was going to happen. But the question was; could I save her? Did I have the strength? Physical strength, fighting against alphas I didn’t have. But mental strength? The only thing I had succeeded was thrown up in front of everyone because of some crow’s corpse, what was I supposed to do when it’ll be a human corpse?

"Y / N! Hey, where are you going! We’re supposed to meet Scott! ”

Stiles followed me, but I didn’t slow down. I wasn’t walking fast anyway. At the end of the corridor I felt lost. I wasn’t familiar enough with the school. But I didn’t want to spend my time being afraid, trembling like a leaf. If I wanted to accomplish my mission and save everyone, I would never succeed by whining like a kid. And as long as I didn’t know how, why, and how long I was stuck in this world, I promised myself not to throw up again. Especially not in front of Stiles.

I turned back to him and looked him in the eyes, determined. I didn’t want to be weak anymore.

“Where are the locker rooms?” I asked him eagerly. Time was counting; I was running out of time. I had to act quickly, before Deucalion arrives and slits her throat. I had no idea how I was going to do it, but I was going to save her. I could never save Allison if I couldn’t do anything now.

"Uh,” Stiles began without understanding. Then his eyes became more harsh and suspicious. “Why’d you ask?”

I didn’t have time to play the detective with him, although I knew Stiles had good reason to suspect me. I knew things that I shouldn’t know, and especially I had landed in Scott’s life overnight without warning. And Stiles was known not to give the benefit of the doubt very easily. He had doubts for everyone, had been right for Matt, for Peter, for Theo. And although I only wanted to help, I knew he was right in being hesitant with me. I even bet that as soon as he had time he would do all the research of the world about me to arrive at nothing, no information about me as I didn’t exist in this world.

“I don’t have time to explain,” I began slowly, choosing my words carefully. “But you have to trust me … I know you don’t trust people easily, but …”

“Trusting you when I don’t even know you would be the same as leaving the wheel to a blind man,” he mumbled, raising his eyebrows and making one of his facial expressions with his hands before looking into my eyes. “But with what happened in class … you’ll have to explain how you knew what was going to happen.”

I felt a little light of hope and went to speak when he raised a finger to interrupt me.

“That doesn’t mean I trust you. I do this because you’re Scott’s sister and I have to stay with you or hell he’ll want to tear my head off if anything happens to you. ”

“Great!” I say too quickly. It couldn’t be that easy.

"The locker rooms are this way, follow me.”

He began to move towards the locker room when obviously someone faced us. Stiles’ father.

“Where are you going kids?”

Uh oh.

“Y / N must go to the toilet,” Stiles replied quickly.

“There are toilets there,” the sheriff pointed behind us.

“But you see, Dad, Y / N was sick a little while ago in class and she doesn’t want to be sick again in a place where a lot of students go, so I said to myself, hey, I’ll take her to a toilet where there’s no one… what about the locker room?” Stiles gesticulated quickly and without taking a breath. Sometimes I forgot that lying to his father had become too easy for him.

His father seemed to think for a moment before speaking.

"Very well, I’ll take her myself,” he answered and my eyes widened. He couldn’t come. If he came he was going to shoot at the alphas and would become their target afterwards. And he would inevitably end up wounded. He absolutely had to stay out of it.

“I …” I started, feeling the fear taking possession of my body. I no longer controlled the situation. “I …” I tried again, trying to find something to say, anything! Go Y / N! Say something!

But anxiety paralyzed me, and fear too. I was afraid of what would happen if there was a confrontation between the sheriff and the alpha pack. If it were to happen, if I changed the future too much, I wouldn’t be aware of the events to come, I would lose control and I wouldn’t be able to save Allison and the others. And this thought alone succeeded in putting me in all my most panicked states. And that, Stiles noticed it well because he came to my rescue.

“Dad … you don’t see that she’s still in shock? And with her amnesia … Scott who’s not there … she must feel alone and panicked,” he confided softly to his father in a low, hoarse voice. His voice that I loved and I loved it even more now.

“Okay kids. But be careful, okay?” He finished, passing by us while tapping Stiles’ shoulder.

"Yes Dad.” Stiles answered before turning to me, worried. He was right to be. I had panicked again, and for what? Because I was unable to find an excuse, a lie. I didn’t want to be weak, so why was I unable to do anything?

"Let’s go …” I mumbled in a broken voice before starting to walk again with my crutches under my arms. I didn’t want to explain myself at the moment, I already had too much difficulty to stay focused in my mission with him so close to me.

“The locker rooms are here,” Stiles ended up telling me by pointing two doors, separated from each other by a wall. There were several meters between them.

My heart began to beat faster. Now that I was in front of the doors, so close to my goal, all my confidence had gone. But I couldn’t stop now. I had to go in.

“And now?” Stiles asked me.

"Stay here …” I whispered as I walked along. I didn’t know if Braeden was in the girls ‘or boys’ locker room, so I decided at random and took the left one.

“No way,” Stiles answered, following me.

“Stiles …” I whispered, casting a heavy look. I didn’t want him to get hurt.

“I know you’re trying to stay calm, but I can see how frightened you are. So no matter what you wanted that much to come here, I’m coming with you. I lied to my father and I followed you, so it better worth it. ”

I had to capitulate because I knew he wouldn’t let go. He had the face, the one he takes when he’s convinced and stoic. And time was upon us. I swallowed and entered the locker room.

There was debris strewn on the ground, a sign I had chosen just right. Some lockers were broken, and others had werewolf scratches on the broken metal doors. Blood was also on the ground.

“Oh shit … it was worth it finally …” Stiles whispered close to me, my heart beat so loudly that I could hear it in my ears.

Then, before us, I saw her. She was sitting against the wall covered in blood, her throat torn apart. I had arrived too late.

I rushed to Braeden, dropping my crutches behind me and walked on my wounded ankle without feeling the pain because the adrenaline that ran through my veins was too strong. I quickly pulled off my hoodie and put her on her throat to stop the blood, knowing without needing to take her pulse that she was alive.

“Call an ambulance!” I shouted to Stiles behind me and immediately he pulled out his phone to dial the emergency number.

It didn’t take long to get help because there were already ambulances at the school, so they were with Braeden in just a few minutes. Stiles helped me get away from the inert body and I learned that she was still alive. But it didn’t change the fact that I had arrived too late. In the show, time seemed to pass so much more slowly, in reality it took only a moment for everything to happen and to get her throat snatched from a werewolf claws. And the blood, the blood everywhere, the blood on my hands and the smell that didn’t leave my nose made me want to throw up again, but I had nothing left in my stomach.

“I’m going to faint …” Stiles muttered, raising his eyes to the skies, still holding my arm to help me stand.

“I was about to say the same thing,” I answered in a trembling voice, looking at my blood-covered hands. “Actually I think I’m really gonna faint,” I murmured before feeling the world turning around me.

“Wow, wow easy …” Stiles held me more firmly to stabilize me and prevent me from falling to the ground, and led us out of the locker rooms. On the way out we met the sheriff again.

“I leave you alone two seconds and …”

“Dad,” Stiles began in a serious voice, a rare thing. His father looked back with understanding and nodded. He let us pass but I had the strength to say one last thing before Stiles led me further.

“Don’t leave her alone … she’s in danger …”

And without further interaction, we left the place that was like a horror film.

Without the help of Stiles, I would never have managed to leave alone since my legs were so weak.

“Where are we going …” I mumbled as Stiles left me in front of a sink and opened the taps before putting my hands under the cold water.

“You have to clean it up,” he replied, still having his serious voice. We were in the other locker room.

He withdrew my sticky splint and slowly began to clean each part of my dirty skin, each finger one at a time that was soaked by blood. His hands were incredibly soft.

Once my hands were clean and no more blood was visible, I fell to the ground throwing my splint off. It was covered with blood and for the moment I didn’t tolerate seeing more. And the smell that didn’t want to leave my nose…

Stiles went to take it back and crouched down at my height. I did everything to avoid his gaze.

“Too late …” I whispered looking at the void.

“What?”

“I arrived too late …”

I had failed.

“What are you talking about? I saw you rushing to save her, Y / N. You saved her. If you hadn’t found her there… ”

He didn’t continue his sentence so I had to raise my eyes to him to understand the reason for his sudden muteness.

“How … did you know she was there…”

Oh shit.


In the next chapter: Derek’s house, lots of question. I think the end of the day is like the end of episode one. But who knows how much times there’s before episode 2?

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