" ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ɪ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘꜱ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀʏꜱ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋꜱ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ "
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IN WHICH caleb moore struggles to discern hatred from love while harbouring intense feelings for mike wheeler and has no idea which is which when the time comes to face h...
THE 'WHAT IF'S AND 'COULD'VE BEEN'S OF THE HOPPER CHILDREN
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in which some old faces deliver a warning and jacob ives is confronted by some more names on his list of amends
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our love | pre-the hellfire club
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〖 i hold you near, but you're so far - and it's losing you i can't believe 〗
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JACOB SHOT up, rattled from his nightmare, eyes snapping open as his entire body seemed to inhale and savour every sliver of air it could. He felt his heart thumping in his chest, felt the sheen of sweat on his skin, felt the mattress beneath him.
He closed his eyes as he sat up, body groaning in protest the way it did after a pot nap in the equipment shed, and tried to remember what the nightmare had been about.
Max had been there - she had been screaming.
Screaming for him to-
To help?
To run?
He could remember - in flashes - he thought he could remember a certain terror in her eyes as their stares locked, as she pleaded with him to turn back.
As that gnarled, clawed hand loomed closer to her face-
No.
No, he was mixing things up.
That had been another nightmare.
A different one.
One of the strange ones from his time in-
Well, that didn't matter. Because it was the wrong nightmare.
Max was screaming in this one too, but they had been outside, and there was an alley and she had fallen to the ground and-
Jacob halted his thoughts suddenly, becoming aware of the cement beneath his feet.
He could have sworn his bedroom was decked with wood flooring.
He looked next to the moth-eaten cot he was sat on.
