#all we know is that vi was so scared she was reaching out to hold thea’s hand the moment she found her

[e-adlirez]

So this scene in Cloud Castle exists

I love how Will’s answer for “why aren’t you seeing your nightmares in this place specifically designed to show you your nightmares” is “I go to therapy”

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Until We Found You | Part III

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Modern Day College Scream AU, Obsessed AFAB!Reader, Eventual Poly!Ghostface x reader,NSFW, All characters 18+, P in V, Fingering, Overall smut 

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The next few days were pretty dull, you spent a few days over at Sidney’s, the first night it was just you two but the third day Tatum, Billy, and Stu all spent the night- it was a group decision to leave Randy out because he would just go on and on about who was the killer and why they were targeting the victims. Ghostface was pretty quiet too, with no killings or attempts since you, you were starting to wonder if you were meant to be the last victim, you also wondered if you had pissed them off by not going home. Luckily today you were returning home, back to see your parents and Irena and your brand new door- no shining scene included this time.

“Need a ride? Me and Stu are going to the movie store,” Billy asked, making you turn to him after you and Sidney had pulled away from a hug. “Sure, my parents haven’t left my aunts yet so I would appreciate it,” you said before turning to Sidney again. “Thanks for letting me crash at yours, I’ll call if I have anything weird going on again,” you promised her, waving bye as you left with the boys.

“You should call us if that creep comes back, me and Billy can put him in his place,” Stu said, giving his signature laugh and smile, making you laugh. “That’s a great idea, Billy can scare him away with his crazy eyes and you can bore him to death by telling him all about horror movies,” you joked, earning annoyed glares from both boys, making you laugh again. “I’ll call if I see them again, okay? Don’t worry about me, I can handle myself,” you promised the boys as you climbed into the back seat, throwing your bag in next to you.

The day passed by smoothly, the boys had taken you to the movie rental store and bought you some candy along with a movie, which Stu insisted you watch and even rented for you. Prom Night, another fucking Jamie movie. You had popped it into your laptop that night once you were home. Irena sat on your lap as you caught up on some homework due the next day, occasionally you glanced at your laptop to watch the movie, not noticing when Irena had moved from your lap and moved to your vanity. She sat down, her tail twitching angrily, your attention finally moved to her when you heard a little growl escape her.

When you got up to see what had angered her you saw the window slide open, the same masked killer from the other day climbing in through your window. You paused, looking at them with wide eyes, wondering if the flirting over the phone had all been a plan to get you off guard, to either kill you or kidnap you so they could set you up for the murders of Casey and Steve. Your nerves didn’t calm down when they motioned you closer after closing the window, still, you walked over slowly to them. Their hand reached up to your face, cupping it gently before gripping it more firmly, holding the knife in their other hand up to your cheek. Your breath hitched, feeling the cool touch of the steel against you, but they made no movements to harm you in any way, not really at least.

The knife ghosted over your skin, not enough to cut but enough for you to feel scared and strangely turned on at the same time. Your eyes studied the mask in front of you, you couldn’t make out their eyes behind the mesh, but you could feel their eyes piercing into yours. They removed their hands from you, pushing you towards the bed, you complied but paused when you sat down on it. “My parents are home…can-can you lock the door at least,” you asked, they tilted their head towards the door and you swore you heard them chuckle as they most likely recalled how they broke the last one. They walked over to the door, locking it before making their way to you. Your legs clenched together, your ever-growing nervousness and excitement now showing to them as you wondered what they were going to do.

They looked over you for a moment before holding the knife right up to your sternum, pressing the knife onto your clothes as they began to drag it down, leaving a trail of torn clothes in their wake. “I kinda liked those…” you murmured, if they hadn’t had the mask on you may have seen the shit-eating grin they had on their lips as they pressed the knife harder against your skin. Your cheeks heated up, taking the hint to shut up as you let them continue. You had already changed into pajamas earlier in the night, your Carrie shirt now tattered and torn, exposing your top half to them. Once they reached your groin, they paused and moved the knife away, pocketing it before pushing you back onto the bed so you were laying down.

They hovered over you, tracing your face again, the rough texture of their glove trailing down your body before their fingers hooked under the waistband of your pj pants, tugging them off slowly. Your skin grew goosebumps all over, the cold air in your room felt like mercy against your warm skin, which was only growing hotter by the second. A small whimper left you as you felt them place their hand over your panties, you hadn’t even noticed until that moment but your arousal had shown even through the fabric, feeling a little embarrassed that you were so needy without much effort.

Your hand flung up to your mouth as you felt them reach into your underwear, you could feel how cold their fingers were even through the gloves as they ghosted over your clit. You bit down on your hand as they pressed on your clit, circling around it as you closed your eyes and tilted your head back. The texture of the glove bothered you a little, which they must have noticed as you bucked against their fingers. A whine left your lips as their hand pulled away, opening your eyes to see them reaching into their pocket and pulling out some torn piece of fabric. They spread it out in their hands, showcasing it to you, a blindfold. Another blush rose to your cheeks as you tilted your head up for them to put it on, a silent understanding between you two that they wanted you to stay clueless about who they were. They reached around your head and tied the fabric over your eyes, your heart began to beat faster realizing that you were completely at their mercy now.

They reached back into their pocket, bringing the knife out and making a stabbing motion at you, bringing the knife inches from your forehead. When you didn’t flinch, they felt comfortable knowing you couldn’t see behind the blindfold and began to undress. You heard them shuffling in the outfit, hearing a thud on the floor, wondering if that was the knife or their mask. You received your answer when you felt the knife against your cheek again, you felt yourself grow wetter, partially because of the knife, partially because ghostface was standing right in front of you unmasked and you couldn’t see them. Your hand tried to move to touch them but before you had the chance they pinned you down by your wrist. You whined but they only gripped you tighter, they dropped the knife and instead grabbed your torn t-shirt and tied your wrist together with it.

You didn’t have to wait much longer before their mouth was latched onto your neck and their fingers were tracing over your core. Their fingertips teased you, running over your folds as they carefully placed a hickey on your neck. You could feel a grin on their lips as they bit and licked at your skin, feeling your pulse under their tongue. You did your best to keep your voice down, your heavy breaths bounced off of your bedroom walls as they pushed two fingers into you. A louder whine sounded from you, to which they comforted you by planting a kiss against your lips. You didn’t need to see them to feel the passion in the kiss, they pushed against you with such need, teeth clanking together and making your bones shake as their thumb moved to your clit.

Your thighs opened a little wider to allow them more access, relishing in the pleasure their hands brought you. The familiar tension in your stomach was slowly beginning to build, sweat began to form on your skin from feeling their hot breath against you. You felt their eyes on you, it only made you more turned on knowing they were watching every little reaction you had to their movements. Another finger entered you, hitting a spot inside that made you toss your head back and thank any supernatural being or god there was that they were quick enough to swallow the moan you let out in a kiss. They took the opportunity to snake their tongue into your mouth, making you melt even further as their pace quickened.

Your chest began to rise and fall quickly as that knot in your stomach threatened to break. You moved slightly, your hips bucking and moving against their fingers as you let the pleasure take you over. Before you could tip over the edge they pulled away, which made you whine and squirm in protest. “Not fucking fair,” you breathed out, to which you were met with the cold blade of their knife again pressing against your neck. You pouted, realizing ghostface probably didn’t like your bratty attitude too much but it was all fixed when they kissed you again. Your legs slowly fell open again, allowing them to situate themself in between them. Their hand let go of the knife again and instead took the opportunity to roam over your body, little whines coming from you when they ran over- and teased- all the spots you reacted to.

Finally, they trailed their way back to your core, watching as your face scrunched up with pleasure as they circled your clit again. “Please…” you whined to them, their other hand gripping your thigh as a warning, “I want you in me already, please.” You begged, their grip growing even tighter, likely to leave a bruise before they finally let up. You barely took a breath before you felt them against you, your body tensed slightly but soon calmed down as you felt their lips on yours again. They were more gentle this time, but you could feel the tension they held by holding themselves back. “It’s okay., you can ruin me. Please ruin me,” you begged again, whimpering when their hand gripped your neck, squeezing the sides as they quickly entered you.

Ghostface was smart enough to put their mouth on yours again to cover up your moan, melting in their hold as they began to set up a steady pace. You wondered if they were taking it slow to let you adjust or to tease you, but they quickly had your attention again when their free hand returned to your core. Your stomach tightened once again, your head spinning with all the pleasure they were giving you. When their thrusts began to quicken you couldn’t help but arch your back, your ankles hooking around them and trapping them in between your legs, but with the way they thrusted even harder into you, you don’t think they minded it one bit.

It wasn’t long before the two of you were close to coming undone, both of your hips stuttered and bucked, their hand that played with your clit quickened a little as well, paying attention to the spots that had you shaking. “Fuck, gonna-“ you whined again, your head tilting back as they hit your sweet spot, “gonna cum,” you whimpered out between moans, trying to keep quiet. They continued the torture they were inflicting on you, your black vision turning white as you finally reached your climax. Your thighs shook around them, pulsing around them before they came.

You felt their muscles unclench, glad that you finally came to the realization that they had worn protection, mentally cursing yourself for not even checking before. They pulled out slowly, gently touching your face as you whimpered from the loss. You adjusted yourself on the bed as they finally peeled away from you, hearing the shuffling of clothes again as they got dressed.

After a moment you felt a dip in the bed, feeling them untie you but held down your wrists as they leaned in for one last kiss. You smiled into it, giggling as they pulled away. “Come again tomorrow, with a new Carrie shirt preferably,” you asked playfully, feeling their lips curl up into a smile before they pulled away. You heard the thumps of plastic before your blindfold was taken off, your eyes meeting the masked killer after adjusting to the light.

“Was that smile a yes,” you asked, smiling when they nodded. “You can take the torn one as a momento, and so you know what size to get,” you offered, holding out the piece of clothing to them. They grabbed it, heading back to the window as you stayed on the bed and watched them. They climbed out of your room while you finally stood up and watched them take off. You sighed, running your hands over the little hickeys and bruises they left on you before heading to your bathroom to get cleaned up.

There was the ringing of a phone, only sounding for a few seconds before the other line picked up. “Hey Stu, let's take the girls shopping tomorrow, we owe someone a new shirt. Also need to get you all fancied up too, you have a date tomorrow night,” Billy said, Stu laughing before beginning to question him on the details.

[runningfrom2am]

leveling the playing field VI

summary: you didn't meet the requirements for the plinth prize, only to find out that you're not just missing out on that- you're missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime. your friend wants to help, because maybe you can help each other.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.6k (she's long today DAMN)

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and discussion of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing

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a/n: omg it finally happened?? i couldn't resist anymore i had to :,)

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You walked back to the academy, still too high on adrenaline to even consider sleeping at that point. By the time Coryo made it back in, it was nearly eight am. You totally understand him wanting to get a bit of extra sleep, considering the night you just had- but who knows how long he was with Dr. Gaul.

Other mentors had started to arrive before he did, and almost everyone made it clear they didn't want to speak with you. You didn't have the energy to chat anyway, you didn't want to. You're endlessly relieved when Coryo arrives, notifying you of his presence with a hand on your shoulder. You jump at this, regardless of his effort to not scare you.

The chair scrapes across the floor and you feel everyone's eyes on you at the dramatic reaction. To him, it really wasn't shocking.

"Sorry- I'm sorry." You chuckle, quickly getting up to give him his spot back.

"Have you slept?" He asks, making no effort to reclaim the desk, noticing how your hands are shaking as you motion for him to sit.

You aren't sure what the safer answer is. Yes, I slept while I was supposed to be watching over Lucy Gray? Or no, I'm still running on the two hours I got a couple of days ago? Neither is very promising, so you decide to just be honest.

"No, uh, I've been watching for Lucy Gray." You point to the screen, unable to control the trembling of your hand as you do. "I couldn't sleep if I wanted to, so I just decided to start drinking coffee a few hours ago. Might as well commit." You explain, trying to force positivity into your tone and a smile on your face.

Coryo eyes you warily. "You should go home. Get some rest."

"No! No, I'm fine." You insist. "I'm not missing it."

"Go home and sleep." He says again, sternly this time. You tend to listen to him when he's commanding so he clung to that approach, but the look in your eyes immediately makes him regret it.

You look down, then back to your seat on the bench. You take a shaky breath before locking eyes with the blonde again. You're full of impulses that contradict each other. To listen to him, to snap and tell him not to speak to you like that, or to storm out and never come back. Realistically, he is under a ridiculous amount of stress. You can't blame him for being a little commandeering. After all, it's what he is meant to do. It's what he's been raised for. "I told you. I can't."

Realization dawns on him and he stares at you for a second, eyes widening. "Right." He nods slightly, shrugging off his coat and holding it out to you. "Just go lay down on the bench." He accentuates his point by shaking the jacket.

You smile, taking it gratefully. "Thank you, Coryo."

"'Course." He nods, finally moving to sit down once you walk away. You settle down on the bench and curl up, your head resting on his bunched-up uniform jacket like it's a pillow. You're not sure you've ever been so comfortable, and you're asleep within a minute.

Coriolanus wonders if his coat will smell like raspberries when you return it.

"What's he doing?" You hear Coryo's accusatory voice before you even open your eyes. As you try and shift, adjusting to the sounds of everyone around you, you come back to reality. No wonder your neck is sore as soon as you sit up, sore from your wooden bed, with no time to really wake up before you're hit with the realization of what's happening on the screen.

"I-I don't know!" Lysistrata says, assumingly replying to him.

You're squinting at the lights as you adjust, the figures of Lucy Gray and Jessup becoming clear as he chases her in her rainbow dress out of the tunnel and across the floor, booking it toward a pile of debris that would allow her to climb up into the stands.

"What's happening?" You ask pointlessly, standing now that you see Coryo is as well.

Lysistrata looks at you, shrugging helplessly as she stands next to Coryo.

"Hey! You promised me that if I-" You start, pacing toward the girl with determination, anger burning up in your chest and in your eyes.

"Y/N/N, wait-" Coriolanus holds his hand out to stop you, effectively his attack dog, from getting any closer. From telling her off for blowing your deal. He squints closer at the screen, not saying a word, just leaving you in a limbo- unsure what to do.

As the camera zooms in on the tribute, his theory is confirmed. Jessup has a white foam surrounding his mouth, and Coryo looks at you knowingly. Had Lucy Gray poisoned him? Surely not, he was her only ally. It was too early to take him out, but maybe she didn't think that through, maybe-

"Rabies." You say, hardly above a whisper, eyes locked back on the screen now as well. "That's why the medications didn't help."

Coriolanus is relieved by this explanation, it makes so much more sense. But only knowing what's wrong doesn't help Lucy Gray, Jessup is still fully feral, chasing her up in the stands on wobbly legs as she makes her way to what is left of a concession stand.

"If she can just stay away, he won't last long in this state." Lysistrata says, looking on with sadness in her eyes. "Poor Jessup..."

"Coryo." You say, ignoring her sympathies, seeing Coryo's mind running miles a minute trying to figure out what to do. "Do you remember those posters in the war? When the rabies breakout happened?" You ask, holding onto his arm, giving him a light shake to snap him out of it. "They said that-"

You don't get to finish before he's reaching for the comunicuff. Water, of course.

"Wait." Lysistrata stops him, grabbing the arm that was reaching for the screen.

"Don't touch him! Jessup's going to die anyway! All we can do is try to keep him away- you just said that!" You fire off at her.

"I know, Y/N." She lets him go, holding her hands out defensively. "Let me do it. He's my tribute, after all."

"Lyssie... You don't have to do that." Coriolanus tells her, and you feel guilty for snapping on her like that. She was just trying to help.

"If Jessup can't win, I want it to be Lucy Gray. That's what he would want, too." She explains, stepping back to her desk, tapping away at the screen and sending in water bottles on faulty drones that are more likely to knock the tributes out and smash the bottle than successfully deliver it to their hand.

Thankfully, this is what you want. You watch quietly as Jessup is bombarded with drones programmed to seek out his features, and Lucy Gray drops behind some of the seats to avoid any flying glass or stray drones. He swings helplessly at them with a board he picked up somewhere along the chase, and you glance at Lyssie for only a second, which is long enough to pick up on the fact that she's crying. God, that's probably your fault.

He trips and falls off the stands, bones audibly cracking on impact. Everyone in the room is silent as Lucy Gray reemerges, climbing down to be at his side.

"God, please don't let him die alone..." Lysistrata whispers, hardly audible even to Coriolanus, who's stood right next to her.

"She won't." He whispers back. "It's not her style."

You swallow, drowning in your own guilt while Lucy Gray is talking to the dying boy, stroking his hair and telling him to go to sleep until his eyes lose all sense of life, chest halting. She closes his eyes gently, which cues the buzzer announcing his death.

"Lyssie..." You stop her as she stands to leave, her eyes glassy. "I'm sorry, I didn't know what you were doing."

She laughs slightly, more tears spilling from her eyes. "Y/N. I know you, okay? I get it. Don't apologize if you don't mean it." Until she finished speaking, you didn't realize her laughs were bitter. "You can't keep taking out your anger issues on everyone else. I'm sick of it, everyone is sick of it- sick of you." She says, not giving you the chance to defend yourself before she's gone. You did mean it, but it's not like she'd ever believe that. You had done this to yourself.

You straighten your shoulders, turning to face the screen again. "Lysistrata will come around." Coryo says, sensing the tension radiating off your skin like a heater.

You just slightly shake your head. "Maybe I... Maybe I should go home. Just for a bit." You say, but it comes out more as a question.

"You should stay." He states, offhandedly sending some food in for Lucy Gray before turning to face you fully. He could guess why you don't want to go home, whether or not you were explicitly told to not return until the games were done, though, he doesn't know. Either way, for him, it wasn't worth the risk.

"Actually, yeah, you're right." You sniff. "I'm just having a moment. I'll be fine." You force a smile, blinking rapidly to push back those stubborn tears that wanted to spill.

"No, no that's not what I meant. I just meant..." Coryo trails off.

"It's okay." You smile and nod. "Can I just get some air, then? I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Please. Don't rush on my account." He nods. "But don't stray too far."

"Yes sir, Mister President." You joke, giving him a lazy salute before heading for the door.

You had been gone for a while, far too long for Coriolanus's comfort. Lucy Gray retreated into the tunnels after receiving the food he sent and seeing Reaper come back into the clearing. Now, with Lucky rambling on about the weather again, he felt like he would snap.

He double-checks once more that Lucy Gray is, in fact, still hiding, before he gets up to go after you.

It doesn't take Coryo long to find you, due to him tracking down the sound of crying in the hall. No doubt in his mind it was you, but he'd never seen you cry before.

You stop at the sound of footsteps, frantically wiping your eyes and nose on your sleeve as you make an effort to stand. By then, he's in front of you.

"Don't get up." He says, crouching down in front of you. He doesn't know what to say, he doesn't know exactly why you're crying, or how to help. He wishes he did, he would do just about anything. "What do you need?"

You shake your head, forcing a smile and trying to stand anyway. Coryo stops you with a hand on your shoulder. "I-I don't.." You start, but as soon as you speak the tears start flowing again and you feel like you can't breathe.

"It's okay. Hey, you're okay." He says, pulling you into his arms, effectively onto his lap as he sits back. One thing he knows that works with you is a hug- it's all he can do while he thinks over what could be the root of your problem, or was it just that Lysistrata's comment pushed you over the edge? You were overtired, overworked, and this easily could have been the last straw.

Through your tears, you try to tell him that you're fine, but you just stutter and spit and you know you're a mess- a mortification to your family.

"I'm not sick of you, Y/N." Coryo says, rubbing your back. Feeling your hair between his fingers and trying not to tangle it or pull it by mistake. "I could never get sick of you."

It surprises him when you laugh. Of all things, a laugh. It was just so you.

His statement was more of a confession to himself than to you, and when you pull back he's scared. Was it not about that? Was he way off base, or incredibly unhelpful and somehow offended you?

You sniff, wiping your eyes again. "Thanks," You chuckle, shaking your head. "But you don't have to say that."

Coryo tilts his head, confusion knitted into his expression. "I do." He insists, able to look into your eyes now. "I have to tell you that because it's the truth."

You sigh, smiling slightly. Sadly. "You don't see it."

"See it? See what?"

You just shrug, making no attempts to move away. His hands on you, the feeling of him almost surrounding you is comforting. You want to live in it forever, but you know you can't. "Just... That I'm me, I guess." You say, voice cracking. "You're unflinching to it." You're abrasive sometimes, defensive, and some would call you an overall angry person. He doesn't see you that way, and you're not sure why. Today you were slapped in the face with the fact that your actions have consequences more serious than what your parents can make up for with money or unwritten agreements.

"What's wrong with being you?" He asks rhetorically, not giving you a chance for you to argue before he continues. "You did the right thing. They're jealous- that's all it is. None of them fight for what they want like you, they just sit around and wait for it to be handed to them on a silver platter, and you could too, but you're better than that. You're better than them. Stronger than them."

With his hands now moved up to your shoulders, he's shaking you gently, trying to get your mind to soak in what he's telling you. To believe it, because he knows he's right. The reason others avoid you is the very reason he is drawn to you- your ambition is unmatched, except, maybe, by his own.

"Do you understand, Y/N?" Coryo asks, pressing one hand to your cheek and staring deep into your eyes as if he could somehow look into your mind and grab hold of what Lysistrata said, replacing it with his vision of who you are. "You are perfect. They are fools."

Your smile had gone, ready to fight his point, but it returned by the time his rant was done, blush creeping its way across your cheeks and over your nose. "Perfect is a bit of a strong word." You speak softly. "Don't you think?"

"No. I don't." He shakes his head slightly, running his thumb across your cheek to wipe away a stray tear.

The air became thick with everything he said circulating in your head like a carousel. A relentless spinning cycle with Coryo's every word circling around itself and caging in your panic. The spinning seemed to slow after a moment, as if giving you a chance to catch your breath.

Seemingly, in your experience with him, compliments were few and far between. To others, anyway. Not that you were keeping track, but if receiving compliments from Coriolanus Snow was a race you would be winning by a mile, and that's exactly what it felt like every time.

He tilts your chin up again, the same way he had just a couple of days ago in the arena, drawing your eyes back to his. It takes every ounce of his focus to keep his hand from shaking.

Truth be told, the desperate honesty in his eyes was enough to convince you he was right. You are better than them, smarter than them, stronger than them. If Lysistrata and your other classmates chose to hate you for that, that was because of fear. You'd be lying if you tried to say it didn't make you feel better, even powerful. Coriolanus thought it was right, so how could it not be?

You smile, nodding slightly within his grasp. "You're right, aren't you?"

"Always." He validates your entire thought process just like that.

You can't help it anymore. The power of his words push you past the brink, leaning forward to meet his lips with your own. Coryo pulls you forward with his firm and gentle hold on your cheek, meeting you half way. And as he kisses you, heart pounding out of his chest, you both feel fucking invincible.

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[hunted-moth]

Just Like Him  Chapter Five If Only We Were In France

Wordcount // 2k

Summary // Dr. Jenner feels as though it’s better if you stay locked in the basement of the CDC

Warning //Angst, Language, Death, Killing of Walkers, Typical TWD stuff really

OTHER STUFF//wow this really short lmao

A/N // LETSS GOOO last chapter. After this, I'm gonna take a small break from posting chapters. I'll be writing for season two, but I'm gonna write all the drafts and then post them when I'm done editing/proofing it lol

***: Major time Skip/scene change

*: small time skip/scene change

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          It was quiet and tense as you and Carl read a book on the couch in Lori's room. After the events from that morning, no one was really in the mood to talk. The only words Lori said were to Carl. Telling him to study and stuff. So to get your mind off everything, you decided to read a book on mushrooms and other stuff on forging. 

While you were reading you heard a noise and saw Lori stand up and reach her hand up to the ceiling vents. 

“Something wrong Mom?” Carl asked, you looked to her for answers as she turned to you both.

“It’s, uhh…nothing, the air just stopped working.” she looked around then a moment later the lights went out. You gathered your books and followed Lori as she poked her head out to ask others if they were experiencing the same thing. 

Then from your view, you could see Jenner walking down the hall with his signature speed. Everyone started to bombard him with questions about what was going on and why the lights were out. 

“Energy use is being prioritized” he answered the questions bluntly. Dale got a shocked look on his face at the answer

“Air isn't a priority, and lights?” he asked the man who didn't even blink an eye towards him

“It's not up to me, zone fine is shutting itself down” Then he disappeared behind a corner. You all quickly followed him as Daryl demanded answers from him. Daryl matched his speed and got in his face.

“Hey man I'm talking to you, what do you mean it's shutting itself down??” the more you walked the closer you got to the big room. You soon met up with Rick the others who went to look around.

“What's happening?” Rick demanded, but Jenner just flew past him. Throwing the explanation over his shoulder. 

“The system is dropping all the nonessential uses of power. It’s designed to keep the computers running to the last possible second. That started as we approached the half-hour mark.” he checked his watch as he stopped “Right on schedule” and then continued walking.

He stopped, and everyone stared at him. All of them were scared and didn’t know what was gonna happen.  You looked to Dale as he put his arm around you, shielding you. You saw Jenner bow his head and looked at the rest of you before he spoke again.

“It was the French” he spoke cooly and bluntly. You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, what does the French have to do with this right now, you thought. 

“They were the last ones to hold out as far as I know. While our people were bolting out the doors and committing suicide in the hallways, they stayed in the labs till the end” he took a breath “They thought they were close to a solution” he said sadly.

“What happened?” Jacqui asked his softy. You looked at him again.

“The same thing happening now.” he looked around “No power grid, the place ran out of juice” he threw his arms up like a madman “The whole world runs off fossil fuel, I mean how stupid is that!” Jenner looked to you all again. 

Shane grew pissed as he stared down the scientist. “I'll tell you what” he began to walk towards the man, but Rick cut him off.

“To hell with it Shane, I don't even care” he turned to you three “Lori grab our things, the rest of you, grab your stuff, we’re getting out of here NOW!”

As you all began to leave a loud alarm filled your ears. You covered your ears as VI's voice came over the intercom. 

“30 minutes to decantation” You looked to Lori and Rick confused then looked to the clock, and sure enough, the clock had thirty minutes remaining. During the confusion, you saw Jenner enter something and then you heard Rick yelling at everyone to hurry and grab their belongings. You ran after the metal door about the pass it when it shut on you.

You looked back to see Jenner talking to the computer monitor as everything sunk in. ‘he just locked us in here, were gonna die’ You wanted to cry but at that point, you felt nothing. This was supposed to be a safe haven, nothing was gonna go wrong, but it’s been all wrong since you got here.

But Shane attacked Lori and now the mad scientist just locked in here to die. Your attention was pulled away when you saw Darly run toward Jenner as he tried to hit him. But T-dog and Shane held him back. 

Once Shane and T-dog got Daryl away from Jenner, Rick demanded that he open the doors, but Jenner kept saying that he doesn't control the doors, the computers do 

“Can’t you override the doors? Please you have to do something” you begged the man as he looked back at you then Rick. 

“What happens in twenty-eight minutes?! What happens!?” Rick demanded from Jenner but that pissed Jenner off as he went on a rant about the CDC. But he controlled himself as he sat down again and explained the protocol.

“In the event of a catastrophic power failure—in a terrorist attack, for example—H.I.T.s are deployed to prevent any organisms from getting out.” you looked at him confused and scared, Jenner signed and looked down as he had VI defined H.I.T.s

“high-impulse thermo baric fuel-air explosives consist of a two-stage aerosol ignition that produces a blast wave of significantly greater power and duration than any other known explosive except nuclear. The vacuum-pressure effect ignites the oxygen at between 5,000 degrees and 6,000 degrees and is useful when the greatest loss of life and damage to structures is desired” VI explained in its soulless robotic voice.

“It sets the air on fire, it's painless” Jenner tried to comfort everyone but it was drowned out by Carol and Sophia's cries of anguish. “An end to sorrow and grief-” Jenner was cut off by a smash of glass. 

“OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR, NOW!” Daryl yelled making you jump as you looked back at the door now dripping with liquor.

Shane then rushed past you with an axe then Daryl somehow got an axe and they both started to hit the door but it did nothing, it barely left a scratch. A pit began in your stomach as they continued to hack at the door. Jenner kept spewing bullshit about how this was better. You wanted to ring his neck, because if you died, then your mother would have died for nothing.

“Can't make a dent,” Shane said with a deep breath, then Jenner sighed and pinched his nose.

“Those doors are meant to withstand a rocket blaster” That's when you felt Daryl rush past you with the axe held high.

“WELL YOUR HEAD AINT!”  everybody rushed towards him and pulled him back as Jenner stepped back away from the scene. Something in Jenner must've snapped inside him as he stared at Rick.

“You wanted this, you said it was a matter of time before everybody you knew and loved was dead,” Jenner said cooly while looking Rick dead in the eye. Everyone was looking at Rick, with confusion, shock, and anger. 

“What? You really said that after all your big talk?” Shane said in disbelief. Rick looked around before his eyes locked on Lori's confused and hurt face. 

“I had to keep hope alive didn't I?” Rick looked around desperately. But Jenner just interjected again.

“There is no hope, there never was” You looked down solemnly.

“There’s always hope. Maybe it won’t be you, maybe not here but somebody somewhere-” Andrea cut Rick off, making her mind known.

“What part of ‘everything is gone’ do you not understand” Her tone sounded annoyed and done. 

“Listen to your friend. She gets it. This is what takes us down. This is our extinction event.” Jenner reasoned that what he said was common sense. Like it was a known fact that humans would die because the dead were eating the living. You didn't like it, you balled your fist as your body went ridged and some tears leaked from your face.

You really couldn't believe this is where you would die, stuck underground with a whole bunch of people, and not surrounded by family when you were old and frail in a hospital. You couldn't even say goodbye to your brother, you couldn't see him anymore because your body would be nothing, not even dust. 

You were pulled from your thought when you heard a gun cock, making you look up to see Shane also rushing Jenner. You were actually kinda hoping he would shoot him so that he could suffer in his last moments. 

Rick tried to intervene Shane's path but Shane just pushed out of the way and aimed the shotgun. 

“Out of the way, Rick!  Stay out of my way! OPEN THAT DOOR OR I’M GONNA BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF. DO YOU HEAR ME?” he shouted in Jenner's face with the shotgun pointed at his head. Rick ran up to Shane and tried to pull him away again, trying to reason with him.

“Brother, brother, this is not the way you do this. We will never get out of here.” he stared into his eyes, Lori tried to convince him but he gave neither a reaction as he stared into Jenner's soul. You swear you saw Shane's finger twitch around the trigger before Rick spoke again.

“He dies, we all die” Shane looked at Rick then screamed and began to shoot the monitor screens behind Jennifer's head before Rick wrestled the gun out of Shane's hands. During the struggle, Shane began to fight back causing Rick to hit him with the butt of the gun, knocking Shane to the ground.

Rick lectures Shane while handing the gun to T-dog. He then composed himself and looked Jenner dead in the eyes.

“I think you’re lying” Jenner looked at him confused “You’re lying about there being no hope. If that were true, you’d have bolted with the rest or taken the easy way out. You didn’t. You chose the hard path. Why?” Rick got up in his face, looking into his soul.

“It doesn't matter” Jenner brushed it off and looked to the computer screen. But Rick didn't like that answer and questioned him again. Sometimes you forget he’s a cop.

“It does matter, it always matters. You stayed, and others ran, why?” Jenner was getting mad now. You could see the way his eyes and eyebrows narrowed causing his face to winkle in anger. 

“Not because I wanted to. I made a promise.” he stood up and pointed to the screen, TS-19 still projected, “To her. My wife.” he said with so much restraint like he was willing himself to stay composed. 

You felt pity for Jenner when he revealed the identity of the subject, just a smidge, you still wanted to leave the damn basement. 

“She begged me to keep going as long as I could. How could I say no?” he said sadly. In the distance you could hear pounding on the door again, looking over your shoulder you saw Daryl trying and failing at breaking the door down. 

“She was dying. It should’ve been me on that table. I wouldn’t have mattered to anybody. She was a loss to the world.  Hell, she ran this place. I just worked here.” he took a breath and composed himself “In our field she was an Einstein. Me? I’m just… Edwin Jenner. She could’ve done something about this. Not me.” Jenner was a broken man on the inside, you could tell. 

“Your wife didn’t have a choice. You do. That’s—that’s all we want—a choice, a chance.” Rick looked at the man earnestly.

“Let us keep trying! As long as we can” Lori pleaded with him. She locked eyes with him, her soft kind, and desperate eyes, then sighed and turned to the keypad again. You hear those femoral beeps again and jump up, grabbing your stuff, but what he said made you bold to the doors.

“I told you, everything topside is locked up” Then the door opened. Everyone was grabbing their stuff and running out. But when you looked back two people didn't follow. 

Andrea and Jaqui. 

You didn't have time to register why didn't follow because Daryl practically dragged you down the halls? You make it to the lobby. Glenn and T-dog went to try the doors but they wouldn't budge. Then Daryl and Shane went at the glass with axes, which didn't work either.

Everyone was freaking out and running, trying to figure out how to get out. Then you saw Shane load a shotgun and back away. When he fired the gun, all it did was cause a huge spider web crack. Then Carol walked up to Rick.

“I think I have something” You looked at her and saw the goddamn grenade in her hand “When I washed your uniform, I found this in your pocket” Rick took the weapon and everyone backed up to hide from the blast. You hid behind some stairwells and crouched down, covering your ears and bracing for the impact.

BOOM

You heard the sound of glass breaking and peeked out from behind the stairs and got up and and ran to the rest of the group, following them out as they ran. The once foul smell of the area didn't bother you, it reminded you that you were alive for another minute. 

Walkers were limping towards your group but you paid no mind as Rick and Shane handled them. Your eyes were on the blue truck in front of you. 

You ran with Daryl as you ran for the blue pickup. He was in the lead making sure there weren't any walkers. He reached the pick-up first and opened the door urging you inside.

“Comon hurry up!” he yelled at you. You jumped he pushed in the foot space area then got in himself. And just as soon as he did that, you heard the building blow. You covered your ears as you felt the truck sway from the blast. Daryl lay flat against the bench of the cab. When it was over you looked out the window to see nothing but fire and rubble. 

“You okay?” he asked as he looked at the building. You nodded your head quietly.

“Ye-yeah, you?” you asked, not tearing your eyes away. All you got was “hpm” in response. Moments later you got out of the foot space and sat down on the seat. Daryl sat on the divers side and started the truck when the other vehicles started driving off. 

Once a beacon of hope for your group, is now reduced to flames. 

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[danikamariewrites]

Stitches

Manon x reader

Warnings: angst and mentions of injuries

You limped in through the front doors of the castle of Orynth. Tired and covered in blood, you made your way to the throne room to give Aelin your report. Your injuries weren’t too bad, nothing you were worried about, so they could wait a few more minutes.

As you entered the throne room Aelin looked up from the papers she was signing and gasped, “Y/N! Gods, what happened? Are you all right?” You wince a little, shifting your weight from foot to foot, holding your side. “I’m ok. Just a little banged up is all.”

The Queen looks at you, annoyed that you're casually dripping blood all over her marble floor instead of getting stitched up. “What happened? I know you won’t rest until you tell me.”

“Whoever the shadow is I scared him off, for now. He’s still out there, but injured so that will slow him down.” Aelin nods slowly, lost in thought. “Go rest. We can figure this out later.”

As you leave the threshold of the throne room you bump into Manon. “Sorry.” You mumble, becoming flustered, walking away as fast as you can from the witch. You weren’t scared of her, quite the opposite.

You have been pining after Manon for years now. At first, you made it obvious, but she seemed to have eyes for Dorian. You knew they were together in the past but after Erawan and Maeve, they rarely saw each other.

Your feelings for the Witch Queen never went away. You weren’t sure she ever felt the same way about you. Manon didn’t care for many people. Just Elide and her Thirteen. And that was fine. She didn’t have to return your feelings for her. It was only you holding onto them.

You thought something sparked between the two of you last month. You had been hanging out a lot but then she suddenly stopped seeking you out. She was distant and cold. You never shared more than a few words or glances in passing.

After a few minutes of sitting in your room alone, Yrene came in. Was everyone visiting Terrasen today? “Oh gods, let’s get you patched up y/n.” A light laugh escapes your lips. “Hello to you too, Yrene.”

As Yrene was finishing up the last stitch on your side Manon bursts through your door. You startle but Yrene, unphased by the intrusion, ties off the last stitch. You scramble for your shirt, self-conscious that you were half-naked in front of your crush.

“Leave us Yrene.” Manon grits out. Smirking at you, Yrene quickly packs and leaves. You stare at Manon, wide-eyed, “What is your problem?” Stalking over to you she grabs your jaw turning your face side to side. Dissecting each bruise and scrape.

She turns you back to her piercing gaze, “Who did this to you?” The question comes out in a cold calm. A shiver runs down your spine at the anger you feel radiating from Manon.

You bat her hand away, your face scrunched in anger. “Why do you care?” You get up from the desk chair, shuffling over to your closet. When you emerge in a loose shirt and pants Manon still hasn’t answered you.

You lower yourself to sit on the edge of your bed, careful to not rip your stitches. You notice Manon looks worried, “well? Why do you care all of a sudden?” Manon picks at her nails nervously. She takes a tentative step toward you. “I've always cared.”

You scoff at her, “You have a funny way of showing it.” Manon stops in front of you, taking a deep breath. “I'm sorry for the way I've been acting lately. I've been trying to be better, but emotions are hard for me.” she looks down avoiding your eyes.

“I care because I'm in love with you, y/n. After I realized my feelings I got scared and I pushed you away.” tears start to form in your eyes. You felt bad that this was so hard for Manon, but you couldn't help but feel ecstatic that she returned your feelings.

Reaching out you wrap your hands around her pale ones. You two had a lot to talk about but that can wait. “I'm in love with you too, Manon. It did hurt when you shut me out, so thank you for apologizing.”

She perked up, a smile gracing her vicious mouth. “I want to be with you, y/n. And if you'll let me, I'll make it up to you.” you bring her hands to your mouth, lightly kissing them, looking up at her through your lashes. “I'd like that Manon.”

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane

[krikeymate]

Fictober 2023: Day 13: “Come with me, hurry.” - Sometimes a home is a war zone. Fandom: Scream Rating: T Warnings: Allusions to child abuse.

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Mom and Sam are fighting. Again.

Ever since dad left, all they do is scream at each other. They’re always so angry. With each other, with everything… sometimes even with Tara.

She doesn’t understand what she did wrong, why everything’s changed. No one will tell her.

She’s not a superhero like Sam, she’s too scared to ask and make them even madder. Tara’s a big girl now, she should know what she’s doing wrong, she should be better.

Maybe if she was, they wouldn’t be mad all the time.

They wouldn’t be downstairs screaming over Tara’s failed math test.

Whimpering, Tara curls herself into an even smaller ball, hidden away at the back of her closet behind the coats and shoes. She hugs her bunny tight to her chest and squeezes her eyes shut. Her body hurts, aching from the tensed muscles. She doesn’t know how long she’s been up here, how long they’ve been shouting for.

She just wishes they would stop, why won’t they stop?

She should have hidden it better.

The sound of shattering glass from below makes her jump, head thumping painfully against the wall. The tears she had been trying to hold back finally slip free as she chokes on her breath.

Her chest burns and everything feels too warm and it’s all just too much and she wants it to stop it just needs to STOP.

The door is yanked open and Tara tries to scramble further away, a hiccup escaping her through the sobs she didn’t even realise she was crying. She doesn’t understand why she’s so scared, her family would never hurt her. They love her, they wouldn’t hurt her. Why is she so scared?

An arm slides back the clothes, revealing Sam’s concerned face.

“Tara? Hey, it’s ok, it’s ok Tara.”

Sam sounds so soft, so concerned. The contrast to the screaming angry thing from downstairs leaves Tara dizzy and hesitant. Peering up through her hair, she looks into Sam’s worried eyes.

She’s worried.

She loves her.

Sam’s not mad.

Tara throws herself forward, wrapping her arms around her sister’s neck.

“S-aa-mmm-y,” she cries, shaking in Sam’s hold.

“It’s okay,” Sam whispers back, squeezing her tight, cheek resting on Tara’s head. “Did all the noise scare you?”

Tara nods into Sam’s neck, sniffling. “I’m s-sorry,” she whimpers, “abo-about the t-test.”

In a flash, Sam is pushing Tara back, leaving the girl’s heart racing in fear. She’s quick to soothe it again, palms resting on her shoulders. “No! You have nothing to be sorry about Tara, this isn’t about your test.”

“We’re not mad at you,” she coos, raising a hand to push Tara’s hair back from her face and wipe the tears from her eyes, “you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Y-you promise?” Tara stutters back, rubbing at her nose with the back of one hand, soft toy still clutched in the other.

Sam smiles softly at her sister. “I promise.”

For the first time, Tara’s blurry vision clears enough for her to see Sam’s face. Her cheek is angry and red, the skin beginning to purple at the edges.

She’s moving her hand before she even realises it, fingers brushing against the setting bruise.

“Sammy, what happened?!”

Sam gently grabs Tara’s wrist and pulls the prying hand away, smile almost falling before becoming strained. “Nothing you have to worry about babygirl. It’s jus-”

A crash from downstairs interrupts her. The shattering of more glass follows.

Sam closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, fingers squeezing around her sister’s wrist as Tara whispers her name.

She just needs a moment to think.

Opening her eyes, she turns to stare at the door, considering her options. An enraged scream that sounds suspiciously like her name, from downstairs, makes up her mind.

They can’t stay here.

Not tonight.

Not with her like that.

Sam stands, patting Tara’s head, allowing herself a second to just take her sister in. Her brave little warrior.

She reaches over into the cupboard and pulls out Tara’s favourite coat. “Hey, how about we go visit Wes?” she asks, trying to sound enthused as she manoeuvres the jacket onto her over her pyjamas.

Tara frowns up at her. “But it’s nighttime?”

“We’re having a secret sleepover,” Sam whispers to her, grabbing her hand.

“SAMANTHA! GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!”

Sam can’t help the nervous laughter that escapes her. Their mother’s never been this bad before. She’s scared for herself, she’s terrified for Tara. The things she was saying…

“Come with me, hurry.”

She pulls on her sister’s arm, half-dragging the girl down the stairs as quickly and as quietly as she can.

She doesn’t want to imagine what would happen if their mother catches them sneaking out.

She doesn’t want to imagine what will happen if they stay.

[war-on-mars]

for the angst/fluff prompts: cait/vi + 58?

When Vi wakes up, it’s with a cough and a retch. Her hair is slicked to her skin with sweat and her head pounds as she moves to sit up. 

Distantly she can feel a pressure on her chest pushing her down, but she ignores it. Her body screams at her when she sits up, and she groans—nearly sobs—as she tries to push herself up using her arms, but she pushes through it, her body running on pure adrenaline.

“Vi, calm down!” A panicked voice sounds from beside her but she barely hears it. She doesn’t know how she got here and it doesn’t matter because she has to go find Caitlyn. 

Caitlyn, who might be the best thing to ever happen to her. Caitlyn, who gave her a home and a place to belong. Caitlyn, who has a heart of gold and who Vi trusts with her life.

Caitlyn, who followed her right into one of Jinx’s traps.

“Fuck,” Her mouth feels dry and she forces her eyes shut against the blinding lights of whatever room she’s in. Her wrist gives out under her and she clenches her jaw. 

“Vi, please,”

“Have to go find cupcake,” She chokes out, her throat burning.

“Violet, I’m right here.” Soft knuckles brush against her cheek and Vi finally picks up the distinct scent of her, all fresh berries from her shampoo and something so distinctly Caitlyn that Vi has never been able to name it. “I’m okay, we got out of there. We’re at the hospital, and my father has been caring for you. We’re safe.”

Her eyes flutter open and she looks down to find Caitlyn’s hand on her chest, holding her down gently. The relieved breath that Vi lets out hurts in a way she didn’t expect, but she forces herself to breathe more—to calm down. “Are my ribs bruised or something?” She says with a scratchy cough.

“Broken,” Caitlyn mumbles, and hands over a cup of water. Vi winces as she takes it and chugs the entire thing. Caitlyn’s eyes look bloodshot, and Vi can’t help but notice how much paler than usual she looks. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a bus,” Vi chuckles, ducking her head down to catch Caitlyn’s eyes. Something stirs in Vi’s stomach as she notices the deep cut above Caitlyn’s eyebrow. “What happened?”

“You scared the shit out of me, Violet.” Caitlyn laughs humorlessly, “That’s what happened.”

Vi clenches her fist around the sheets of the hospital bed. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m your partner, Vi. You lied to me and got yourself hurt after I warned you,”

Vi can hear the tears and frustration in her voice. She doesn’t even have to look. “Cait—”

“If I hadn’t come after you, you’d be dead.” 

The room goes eerily still. Caitlyn wraps her arms around herself and chokes out a sob, and Vi feels that stirring in her stomach again—guilt. She looks down at herself; at the bandages colored with dried blood, at the scrapes and nicks across her skin, and she shudders at the realization that Caitlyn is right. 

“I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if you…” Caitlyn whispers. “If I lost you.”

“I’m sorry, Cait. I should’ve listened to you.” Vi reaches out and lays a bruised hand over Caitlyn’s. “I made a mistake.”

“Please never do that again,” Caitlyn intertwines their fingers and squeezes Vi’s hand. She leans down and rests her forehead against Vi’s. “I need you.”

“I promise,” Vi smiles, albeit weakly. “I won’t lie to you again.”

Then Caitlyn kisses her, soft and quick. She squeezes Vi’s hand again as she pulls away. 

Vi blinks as heat rises to her cheeks, her jaw dropping. “You just—”

“I was really worried, Vi.” She cradles Vi’s jaw with her other hand, her own cheeks pink. 

Vi laughs, "Maybe I should worry you more often, then?”

Caitlyn scoffs, a smile pulling at her lips “You’re an ass,”

Vi leans up and kisses her again, savoring the feeling of Caitlyn’s lips on hers. She smiles into it and feels Caitlyn do the same. “For the record, I need you too, cupcake.”

[lxvejohnny]

The endless beginning

part nine

scream VI fanfiction with implied ethan x oc!

find the masterlist for this fic here. one last part after this (and it will finally have the reveal!) enjoy!

Amelie was never one to run. Or do much physical activity that it. She played sports and did dance when she was younger which helped keep her physical but as she got older, she slowed down her engagement with sports. She figured that one day she might regret doing that, and today seemed to truly prove that point to her. If she could go back in time and tell her younger self anything, it would be to never stop any form of physical activity, hell, maybe take up track while you’re at it. Because within the last year of her life, she has had to do more running than before, and she gets winded. Which explains why, currently, Amelie pants as she makes the final stretch down the street where she sees Kirby’s striking blonde hair make its way to the door of the theatre.

“Kirby!” Amelie calls out as she gets closer, she spots the rest of her friends beside Kirby and lets a sigh in relief, at least they were all there and okay. “Sam!”

Kirby turns her head where she hears her name being called and spots Amelie running up to them. The girl finally reaches the group who stopped to let Amelie catch up and she hunches over, hands on her knees as she pants. “Oh, my god.”

“What the hell?” Sam takes notice of the girl’s arm and concern floods her eyes. Chad, from beside Sam, looks behind Amelie and notices the lack of people following her. Panic immediately enters the boy when he can’t seem to spot his sister anywhere near. “Amie, where is Mindy?”

“Ghostface-he-train,” Amelie pants out before taking a few deep breathes. She finally stands up straight and prepares to let the group know what happened back on the subway. “Ghostface was on the train with us-“

“-What?”

“-Is everyone okay?”

“-What the fuck?”

Her three friends cut her off and her eyes widen before raising her hand in the air to pause them from continuing. “They managed to cut my arm and, uh-uh, said something about how I was lucky this time, but everything went so dark and they just left me and then they found Mindy and stabbed her-“

“-And you left her?” Amelie’s rant gets cut off by Chad who pushes to stand in front of the girl and grabs her shoulders. She lets out a wince when a pain shoots through her cut and he drops his hand from that arm. “What the hell? Is-is she okay?”

“Yes, yes, she is okay,” Amelie nods immediately, almost afraid of Chad's urgency. She gets it, though, she is his sister and they already have been through hell together. “We got her off the subway, got help, and Ethan stayed back with her.”

Chad looks at Amelie and his shoulder visibly release some tension, but the concern from his eyes lingers. He nods slowly and pulls her in for a hug, her arms wrap around his torso, and she lays her head on his chest. “I-I’m sorry for scaring you, Amie.”

“She’s okay, Chad. She is going to be okay,” Amelie shakes her head as she speaks. She completely understands the way he acted, if it were any one of them, she would have been the same way.

The two finally separate and they all begin to head into the theatre. Kirby swipes her card to enter through the last door and opens it for all of them to begin pilling in.

“I cleared the whole place before we got here. So, this is the only way in or out,” Kirby points to the door they just entered. “He steps into the first door, both doors lock automatically, trapping him inside. We turn it into a kill-box.”

“Weapons?” Sam questions. Suppose those would be needed if they encounter Ghostface.

“One gun and I hold onto it,” Sam looks like she is about to disagree with the Kirby and Amelie’s eyebrows furrow at her answer. How will they defend themselves if the only weapon is a gun they aren’t allowed to have? “I am the only one with a badge here, and that’s the way it’s going to be. We are safe here.”

The four friends all look at each other, gauging to see if they all trusted Kirby and this idea of hers. When none of them seemed to dispute with Kirby, they began walking to the center of the theatre and began to take their jackets off.

“I’m gonna give Ethan a call, see how Mindy is doing,” Amelie announces once she gets her thin sweater off her body, wincing once more when she pulled the sleeve of her cut arm. Leaving her in a dark blue v-neck tee shirt, she feels the cool, old air of the theatre on her bare arms and is relieved at the feeling. She looks down at the sweater and rips the bottom of it, a stretching noise follows. She carefully wraps the piece of sweater around her bicep where the cut was and ties it in a knot, keeping it in place.

The bandage covering her gash from the attack at the apartment sticks out behind her shirt and she looks down at with disgust, noticing some blood started to seep through. She cannot wait until this shit was over so she can finally enjoy a nice shower and clean clothes, maybe a proper bandaid for her cut. Luckily, the cut wasn’t deep enough to need stitches or for it to keep bleeding, but it did still sting if pressure was applied too close to it. Sam begins to head in the direction of the stage where the cloaks are and Tara and Chad appear to veer off together, in the room with next to the shrine. Amelie pulls her phone out of her pocket and dials Ethan’s number, slowly walking towards the middle right of the shrine where her aunt Tatum’s items lay. The call ends up going to voicemail, Amelie sighs and hangs up before redialling. The same thing happens, and she places her phone back in her pocket. “C’mon, Ethan.”

Amelie jumps when she hears Sam call out for Kirby’s name and begins to walk up to the older girl. She notices the knife in her hand and points to it with a questioning look, “What the..?”

Sam meets up to stand beside the younger girl and shakes her head in dismissal. A faint creak is heard in the direction of the front door and the two look towards it in panic. They slowly advance closer to the door and Amelie faintly gives Kirby’s name a call once more, “Kirby?”

Suddenly Sam’s phone begins to ring and the two jump at the noise. Amelie places a hand on her heart. She swears that this will end up giving her a heart attack one day, “Jesus.”

“Hello?” Sam answers her phone. Amelie waits patiently for Sam to finish her call who mouths that it was the detective to her. She can see the rising panic etch its way onto Sam’s face and begins to get concerned herself. The phone call ends, and Sam turns to Amelie, rushing out, “it’s Kirby. We need to leave.”

The two run towards the door and attempt to see if there was a way to open it before the lights suddenly turn off. Jerking around the locked door brings Amelie back to the bodega. Funny how similar the situations are again. Amelie’s breathe quickens at the idea that Ghostface, the one out to kill them, was a member of the FBI. Not only that but a girl who they could trust. The sound of a landline begins to ring throughout the theatre and a film begins playing on the projector. Amelie and Sam turn to look at each other and share a look of fear.

“Fucks sake,” Amelie moans in despair. “We should probably go find Tara and Chad.”

“Yeah,” Sam agrees and the two head off in the direction where the two departed from. They stop when they hear commotion come from the other side of the doors and rush towards them in panic. Tara and Chad jump in fear when the door opens before realizing it was just Sam and Amelie. The girl is quick to notice the close proximity between the two and would be tempted to tease them for it if not for the current circumstances. Amelie looks on the ground to see Ghostface laying on the ground in pain, she figures Chad had a part in that. Chad calls for them all to go and Amelie reaches to grab Chad’s sleeve to pull him into them faster so they can leave the room fast and together.

“It’s Kirby, she’s the killer,” Sam lets them know as they turn to look at what direction they should head in.

“No shit,” Chad replies. If all four of them are there and Kirby isn’t, it makes Kirby look incredibly guilty. While blaming Kirby seems like the easiest choice based off current situations and Sam’s phone call with the detective, it doesn’t feel right to blame her to Amelie. The girl notices Chad head towards the front door and lets him know, “it’s locked.”

“So, we’re trapped!?” Chad calls.

“She made this whole theatre a kill-box,” Sam looks around to spot any possible exits. “For us.”

“Hey, what about that?” Tara looks up towards the balcony and the other three follow her gaze. “There’s an exit door. Maybe it leads to the roof or something.”

“There’s only one way to find out, let’s go,” Chad urges them all to head towards the direction of the ladder that leads up to the exit doors. Before they get the chance, Ghostface runs out and jumps down from the stage where they begin to swipe at the four. Tara manages to dodge the first swipe and slides on the ground. The second swipe is aimed at Sam where she also ducks in time but her knife clatters to the ground as it slips from her hand. The third swipe is aimed at Amelie who stands in front of Chad but he manages to push her out of way towards Sam before he ducks his head himself. The knife ends up slicing the head of the mannequin beside them to which Chad notices with wide eyes and calls out, “beheadings!”

Chad tackles the Ghostface to the ground as the three girls push themselves up onto their feet and run up onto the stage, behind the curtains. Chad follows closely behind with a directing camera clutched in his hand. Amelie looks around to find the closest exit and spots a small hallway towards the side of the stage.

“Come on! This way!” she begins running in the direction of the hall and the other three follow close behind. Amelie pants as she runs as fast as she can down the hall. She turns her head to make sure her friends are close behind and sees Chad throw the camera at Ghostface who trails closely behind. The hall leads back to the room with the old concession stand counter is and the three girls run to stand behind it. Amelie watches once again as Chad stands up to Ghostface who makes it past the fallen popcorn machine and begins swiping with his knife. The killer manages to pin Chad to the wall, which only lasts for a split second before Amelie and Tara grab one arm and Sam grabs the other to pull the person away from Chad. Whoever the killer is, Amelie is suspecting it cannot be Kirby. This person was too strong to be able to fall back with the girls as they held him back before they managed to shove all three girls off his arms at once. Luckily, Chad comes up just in time and swings a punch at the masked face, causing the killer to fall to the ground. Tara and Amelie jump back to make sure they don’t get in the way of the killers fall and Tara takes her chance and kicks the killer in the face while they are still on the ground. Chad calls for the girls to go again before he picks up an empty gumball machine, lifting it up and ready to swing it down onto Ghostface before a scream leaves his mouth.

Amelie turns around when she hears Chad’s yell, and she gasps once she sees Chad got stabbed and is now being surrounded by two Ghostface’s. Amelie and Sam each reach for one of Tara’s arms as she tries to run up to Chad, screaming, “CHAD!”

Screams fall past Tara’s lips as sobs escape Amelie’s as they watch the two Ghostface’s each take turns stabbing into Chad’s body. Blood begins to pour out of his mouth and it looks as if he is trying to tell the girls something but his words barely make it out. Sobs continue to fall out of Amelie’s lips as she watches Chad’s body fall on the ground in front of her and the killers turn at the same time to look at the three and wipe the blood from their knives. Sam rushes to push the two girls out of the door behind them where they run to the middle of the shrine. Sobs can’t seem to stop escaping Tara and Amelie is having a difficult time looking ahead with her blurred vision. The sight of Chad’s lifeless body fall to the ground replays in their minds. The sounds of their knives entering and leaving his body, the squelch of his blood coming into contact with the blade.

Suddenly a Ghostface jumps out from behind the curtains, causing the girls to stagger back and turn around. Their movements are caught short once again when the second Ghostface makes its way around the corner and directly in front of the three, waving their knife in their hand almost mockingly. Amelie’s breathing begins to escalate even more as she comes up short for ideas of where to run to. She feels hand grab onto her wrist and looks to see Sam hand her a brick that she picked up from the ground. Amelie grabs onto the brick and turns to face the Ghostface standing in front of the stage. Tara’s back faces hers as she looks at the Ghostface opposite to her, and Sam stands between Tara and Amelie, looking between the two killers. Amelie can hear Tara cry out Sam’s name from behind her but she can only focus on the killer who is pointing their knife out in her direction as they tilt their masked head.

“Ready?” Amelie can faintly hear Sam ask the girls. From the lack of response from the two girls, she calls to them again, “I need you to be ready. Ready?”

Amelie tries to steady her breathing and she clutches the brick harder in her hand. Sam turns to look at her and then at Tara, “Look at me.”

Amelie looks beside her at Sam and sees the pure determination on her face. She has to be ready, she needs to do this for her, for her dad, for Mindy, Anika, Chad, Gale, for the everlasting list that doesn’t seem to end. So, she nods at Sam. “Let’s fucking do this.”

“Come on motherfuckers!” Tara turns back to the killer in front of her and yells out.

Directly after Tara yells, two gunshots fire throughout the theatre, causing everyone to duck. Amelie stands back up and sees Kirby enter the room with her gun pointed out and the side of her head dripping down in blood. “It’s okay!”

“Stay the fuck back!” Sam calls out to Kirby and places her arms out protectively in front of Tara and Amelie.

“We know it’s you, Kirby,” Tara speaks up. Amelie stays quiet behind the two girls, that same feeling swirling in her stomach telling her that Kirby is not Ghostface.

“One of them knocked me out,” Kirby looks at the girls in disbelief and pants out. She suddenly points her gun behind the girls and Amelie hears detective Bailey call out for Kirby to get away from the girls. The two point their guns towards each other and the three girls push back, out of the way in case the firearms were fired.

“What are you doing?” Kirby asks the detective, her voice shaky.

“Did you kill Quinn?” the detective asks Kirby, a hard look settling onto his face. “Did you kill my daughter?”

“Jesus christ,” Kirby lets out, her hands shakier than ever. She looks over to the girls, almost pleading them with her eyes for them to believe that she didn’t do any of us. “Whatever he has been saying to you, don’t believe him. He’s probably the killer.”

Amelie’s eyes widen as she sees Ghostface make their way behind the detective and as he fires two shots at Kirby, causing her to fall back. Suddenly the killer stops behind Bailey and Amelie can’t seem to close her mouth, too shocked at what was about to be announced.

“Great job,” the detective says proudly, directed to the Ghostface beside him. Suddenly the other Ghostface walks up to the other side of Bailey, and he turns to the second one, “both of you.”

Amelie knew it wasn’t Kirby, knew that it couldn’t be her. What she didn’t suspect was for there to be three Ghostface’s out to get them and for one of them to be the lead detective on their case. Betrayal courses through Amelie’s body as she stares at the man who she was supposed to trust, in shock.

“You?” Tara questions as she also looks at the detective in defeat.

“Yeah, of course me,” Bailey replies sarcastically. “I expected more from the three of you after what you did to us.”

“What do you mean us?” Amelie finally speaks up as she looks between the two who remained masked. The detective chuckles darkly at her and gives her a teasing smile, knowing that the unmasking was going to give her a bigger shock than her finding out that he was a part of the plan. Bailey nudges his arm into the second Ghostface on his left and the person behind the mask appears to hesitate before lifting it up.

Amelie has felt her world stop too many times now than she would like to count. She felt it stop when her first pet hamster passed away when she was seven, when she placed second in her dance competition, when her dad first sat her down to tell her what happened to her aunt Tatum to warn her that it was happening again, when she discovered Wes’ dead body, when she found out her dad died, when Amber revealed herself as the killer, when she realized Ghostface was back at the bodega, when she wasn’t able to save Anika, and now, when the one boy she began to fall for again after losing Wes, appeared from under the mask. Her heart began to crack, all in different places and she heard it as it fell to the ground and shattered. She felt broken and so, so betrayed at the realization that Ethan, sweet boy who has liked her for so long, Ethan Landry, is the one out to kill her and her friends.

But as she feels her eyes begin to release more tears, she is beginning to feel angrier than ever before. She has let so many people into her life who have either turned up dead or betrayed her, and she feels a fool for letting it happen once again. She should have listened to Mindy. Sweet, smart, Mindy who she left all alone with the killer, was right once again. Amelie stares into the brown eyes of Ethan’s, ones she used to find so beautiful and sweet, now evil and dark, and feels sad, of course, but frustration and revenge overpowers any vulnerability she may show. She said it herself; she was going to kill these fucking people and she meant it. Even if that means ending the life of the boy who she was falling for, she was going to fucking do it.

[samieree]

Born in Flames || Game of Thrones

OC x ?😏

-> Chapter VIII "The man"

Chapter IX ''Astapor''

Some might find it strange, but she had never ridden a horse. Never.

So when she came face to face with having to sit in the saddle and ride a horse... She was a little scared. And the little dragon looking at her happily from the bag didn't encourage her at all.

"Put your left foot in the stirrup, push off the ground with the other and swing to the other side." she looked at Ser Arthur with a not-so-satisfied look and didn't move from her spot. She held the saddle with her hands and assessed her chances of making it.

"I can't ride a horse." she said completely seriously.

"So you'll learn." he can't be serious... He's supposed to defend her, not try to kill her! "Come on, we won't stay here until the end of the world, you wanted to go to Astapor."

In fact, they could stay here forever, it was even warmer here than in the capital and the sun was pleasant on her skin. But not only did the weather seem friendlier to her, her attitude began to change. She slowly stopped fearing that Tywin Lannister could reach her here, on the other side of the Narrow Sea. Some of the tension had already disappeared from her, but another one was piling on top of her - what next? What happens when she meets his aunt?

"Can't I ride with you?"

"You can. But are you going to hide behind someone's back for the rest of your life?" this question knocked her out of her rhythm a bit. She watched him as he passed her and approached the other horse.

But he didn't get in yet, he was still waiting for her to make a move.

And she was actually considering riding in the back until she heard this question. This was probably the first time someone had spurred her ambitions... And she wasn't going to just give up. She took a deep breath, held the gathered reins in one hand and at the same time clung to the saddle, with her other hand also holding on to it. She put her left leg into the stirrup, pushed off the ground with the other, and climbed into the saddle.

"Use your calf." he instructed her further when he himself was sitting on his horse and Vis put her other leg in the stirrup.

"And what if I don't stop it?"

"It'll listen, take it easy." he smiled gently, explaining to her the basics of horse riding. Calmly, without unnecessary nervousness, and then they could move forward on their journey. Looking at her, he had this strange feeling, like he was looking at his long dead friend. Seventeen years had already passed, it seemed that the image of Rhaegar had already faded from his mind, but when he saw her for the first time, on the ship... All the colors came back to his memories. In the daylight he could definitely tell that Visenya looked much more like her father than her mother. The most striking thing was the same purple eyes and silvery hair, usually tied in a single braid, flowing down the back.

As for her character, it was hard for him to say, firstly, he hadn't known her for quite a long time, and secondly, she had spent seventeen years practically in captivity, and considering the circumstances she was holding up very well.

"Why?" she asked after a long moment of silence. "Why wouldn't you rather settle in one of the free cities and live a peaceful life? Why did you decide to follow me, you don't know me at all, ser." she asked questions to which she could not find answers.

"Everyone believes in something, including me." although believing in prophecies and some prophetic dreams is one of the things I wouldn't expect from myself... "I'm a knight, I want to die like a knight."

"I don't want you to die." these words spoke the childlike, good side of her that didn't want anyone to get hurt.

Just like Selaria...

He involuntarily smiled at her words. She seemed so delicate at that moment, as if no one had ever hurt her, as if she had no painful memories. She seemed to be starting to feel more and more comfortable around him, and that made him happy. Perhaps one day she will gather herself enough to trust him?

* * *

She may not always have had the gentle demeanor of someone filled with kindness, but her appearance would suggest that.

The same for her aunt.

When you looked at these two women standing next to each other, at first glance, someone could mistake them. Daenerys was younger by about nine months and was also slightly shorter than Visenya, but not by much. Besides, Vis had slightly softer facial features and lighter, purple eyes. Their hair was the same shade of silver, which cascaded down their backs (at least the ones that weren't tied into any braid).

In fact, they were both very happy to meet and have the opportunity to get to know each other. Although Vis felt a slight shiver when she saw the knight accompanying Daenerys... She saw the exact same man in her dream. He was the one who attacked her for some reason, what if this is the future? For now, he seems neutral towards her, but what if that changes?

She shouldn't worry about it for now, but the thought lingered in the back of her mind as she got to know her aunt as they walked through Astapor. They had a lot to talk about, life stories to tell, future goals to talk about.

Listening to her story, Visenya thought that her aunt was the person she saw in her dream. In the dream where she found out what to do with the dragon egg.

They only really separated in the evening. Vis was present when Dany went to see The Unsullied. And she heard every word Kraznys said, even understood every word, although she didn't say anything about it. The translator, who was an enslaved woman, very... gently translated the words of this insolent man.

Moreover, all four little dragons became acquainted with each other that day. They seemed to like each other immediately, and - what was a bit strange - they all seemed to like both women in the same way. Is it because of Vis and Dany's almost identical appearance? Or was there some other reason, somewhere deeper?

In any case, as already mentioned, they separated in the evening, when Vis was still walking around the market, trying not to look at the slaves crucified as punishment.

"You look happy, Your Grace."

Your Grace. Who should be her grace now? Visenya is older, but Daenarys is the daughter of the last reigning king of their dynasty.

This was probably the only topic that was important that they did not touch upon in their conversations. Perhaps because it seemed the most complicated... Although who knows, then Visenya might be willing to give up in favor of her aunt. Then. Because that was about to change.

"You would also be happy if you met someone from your family." she replied before thinking about her words. Then, when she saw a flash of sadness on his face, she remembered what had happened to Ser Arthur's sister. "Sorry, ser..." she looked down a bit, she shouldn't have said that. But then again, who hasn't had some unpleasant family situation in this cruel world?

"Nothing happened." he assured her, even forcing a soft smile.

She wanted to say something else, but her attention was drawn to the sound of a flute coming from one of the stands. She turned her gaze there and slowly walked to the stall where a man was playing a flute and a snake was moving to the melody.

The snake's scales were the same shade of deep red as Visenya's clothes.

In Westeros, she wasn't allowed to wear red, only because it was her house color. It didn't matter that red was also on the Lannister's sigil. Red was a forbidden color for Visenya, so now she took extra joy in wearing it.

The man continued to play his melody, staring at her with his green eyes. He couldn't have been more than thirty, although in fact his dark beard and deeply tanned skin might have aged him.

He finished his melody, but the snake didn't hide back in its basket, instead it too looked closely at Visenya, being perhaps a little too close.

"I think it likes you." said the man, pointing to the snake.

I wouldn't say that.

"You're good at playing." she said in an uncertain tone, trying not to pay attention to the snake watching her all the time. In fact, she was a little relieved when Ser Arthur moved closer to her left, slightly in front of her, thus separating her from the animal.

"Nice music doesn't fill the belly." he shrugged and glanced briefly at the box in which there were several copper coins. "Don't worry, it won't bite her." he said to Ser Arthur.

I'm not so convinced.

In fact, she saw poverty for the first time. She may have been nothing more than a slave herself in Westeros, but her stomach was always full, she never sat dirty, her fair skin was never exposed to the harsh sun for too long.

This man was free, but he lived a life no better than that of a local slave.

"You have truly Valyrian beauty. And a knight." he said, his gaze moving over both of them. In a slightly dangerous way for Arthur's taste. "You are not a slave."

This man was suspicious. At least for his taste, and he seemed too interested in Visenya.

"No, I am not." she felt the meaning of these words only when she said them. She did what she wanted. From the moment she escaped from the capital, she began to really live her own life, make decisions on her own, and no longer had to submit to anyone.

And it should be like this forever.

"There was another one like you, but she seems too proud to talk to simple people like me."

These words surprised her, because she didn't have the impression that her aunt carried herself with great pride. Or maybe he was talking about someone else?

But then again, she hasn't met anyone who looks like her...

"I think I know who you're talking about..." she said in response, looking out of the corner of her eye at the snake slowly retreating into its small home. "Are you here every day?"

"Yes, my Lady." he confirmed.

"So maybe we'll see each other again." he didn't answer her anything, but he smiled in a way that suggested that he hoped for another meeting with the beautiful girl.

And he seemed to know more about her than he should.

~

-> Chapter X "Be careful" -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

[gamerbearmira]

Part three to baby mirabel au

Mirabel's mortified. As she lies there on the weird table her mama had just placed her on whining, kicking her feet out trying desperately to stop her mama from undoing the pins to the diaper and avoid what she knows is inevitable because she's a baby (how!?! How and why is she a baby?!?) And babies need to be changed. "Shhhh mirabo it's ok Mama and papa are here and we will get you nice and clean and change into something else that's not so wet." Her papa is standing behind her mama making funny faces and talking in a funny voice it's enough to slightly distracting her from what her mother is doing and before she knows it that cold wet feeling is replaced with dry and warm and she's in different clothes and in her mama arms.

"Do we really need to wake up your mother now? Shouldn't we.... Shouldn't we wait untill morning?" Her papa sounds nervous and uncomfortable which Mirabel understood completely. The idea of waking abuela up this early in the morning because of something that happened to her makes her want to wail her little head off. "Augustine this is way to important to leave for morning you know that." 'no it isn't we should all just go to bed.' Mirabel feels her stomach rumble a little 'feed me first then go to bed'. But the words comes off as babbling and they continue on the path of doom.

As they reach abuela's door Mirabel tries to think about a way that could delay this but as her papa raises her hand and knocks on her door she's knows there is no delaying it. Her fate is sealed. Abuela is going to see her and she's going to blame her for this she knows it. The door opens and standing there in her nightgown with her hair down is her abuela who takes in both her parents with confused tired eyes then looks down and sees her. The look that comes across her abuela's face was pure shock and confusion. "Julietta? Augustine? What is..... Is that?" Mirabel can't hold it in anymore. She cries. Once abuela is fully awake and realizes what is going on shes going to be in so much trouble and she doesn't want to be in trouble because she didn't do anything (she never does anything she just tries to help. Why was she never allowed to help?) And it's not fair!

"Oh Mira it's ok Mamas here!" her mama gently voice soothes her a little as does the rocking. "That's Mirabel?! How is... how is that Mirabel?! What is going on!" But the sound of her abuela's panicked voice shatters whatever soothing feeling she has. She's in so much trouble she just know it. "Yes mama it is. Can we please go in your room and talk?" Her mama doesn't wait for abuela's response and pushes past her abuela to go into her room she sees from the corner of her eye her papa do the same. She sees her abuela at the door for a moment as if she isn't sure she should close it or just stand there. She picks closing it.

"Julietta what happened?" Her abuela's face isn't confused or shocked anymore she has that familiar look on her face right before she takes over whatever issue is at hand. "I.... I don't know. I was woken up by Casita knocking on my door and the next thing I know I hear a baby crying and I...I followed the sounds to the nursery and.... Mama the nursery is an actual nursery it has a changing table and a toy chest and a crib and.... And a mobile and the dressers have baby clothes in it and cloth diapers and.... I found Mirabel laying in the crib and I...I don't know what happened or how it happened. I just found her this way mama I don't know what to do!" The more her mama talked the mores frantic and scared she sounds which makes Mirabel feels the need to cry harder. Why she feels this way she doesn't know but she's does so she's going with it and that's exactly what she doing. Crying harder. "Here amor let me take her." She's being passed from her mama to her papa and her laying position being switched from her being cradled to her front pressed against her father's front and looking over his shoulder so she has no view of abuela and that calms her down for whatever reason. He rocks her in a different way and gently pats her upper back.

"You found her this way? What do you mean you found her this way?" Her abuela sounds confused and.... Frightened? "Julietta take a deep breath and explain what you mean!" She hears her mother let out an exacerbated sigh and say in a tone that Mirabel rarely ever heard from her mama "What I mean mama is that I found Mirabel laying in a crib where her bed should be after being woken up by Casita and when I picked her up she was wet and when I tried to ask Augustine to find something to work as a diaper Casita helpful point out the drawer full of cloth diapers and baby clothes that we could use. What I'm trying to say is your STUPID PRECIOUS CANDLE HAS TURNED MY YOUNGEST HIJA INTO A BABY AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!" There was a rumble below them as Casita shook slightly, jolting and shocking everyone in the room.... What was that?!

NAH CAUSE. ALMA. MISS MA’AM. Open you eyes dawg 😭 like why would you ask them what happened, when they clearly don’t know what happened…think, Alma, think. Glad Julieta went off, cause wtf was Alma thinking 💀💀 and poor Mirabel, she was scared out of her mind of Alma <\333

Julieta:

[slimearchon]

Vi x Gn Reader Midnight Snacks

🍮- is my signature @slimearchon​

Pairing: Vi x Gn Reader

Word count: 817

Warning: Extreme fluffiness. 

Summary: You make a sandwich in the middle of the night and Vi finds you in the kitchen. 

(Gif not mine credit to owner) 

Vi:

🍮-You closed the door of the fridge softly, setting down the pickle jar, sandwich meat, and sliced cheese on the counter. It was past midnight but you had the sudden craving for a sandwich and bag of chips.

🍮-You slid out of your girlfriend's arms, careful not to wake her up, and tip-toed your way into the kitchen.

🍮-As soon as she walked into your little apartment she had dropped a kiss on your forehead before going to take a shower and crawling into bed. She made sure to drag you into bed with her before she drifted off to sleep.

🍮-She loved to use you as her own personal teddy bear. She was rough to the outside world but completely soft behind closed doors. She loathed it when you pointed out her softness towards you, hardening her face to show you her menacing glower.

🍮-You would just chuckle in her face, not scared in the slightest.

🍮-Not with the way she cared for you with her actions. She had a big appetite but she made sure you had your fill before she started devouring the entire takeout order she had brought home from work.

🍮-The way you whined about it being too hot in the apartment during the day and she showed up with an AC unit in her hands the very next day. Groaning up a storm as she lugged the huge box into the apartment.

🍮-“I deserve a kiss for my efforts.” She asserted, pitifully leaning her head on the box.

🍮-She was deliberately putting on a show, you both knew that the box only weighed a small fraction compared to her gauntlets.

🍮-“How about a kiss and a glass of tea.” You hummed, leaning down to sprinkle kisses on her cheek, setting the bottom of the glass on her forehead, the condensation from the ice pebbling on her skin.

🍮-She sighed at the cool feeling, you were right about it getting hot in the apartment during the day. She was usually out of the house working so she hadn’t taken notice of it all too much. You were at the house all the time with your home job so you were quick to voice your complaint.

🍮-You smiled at the sweet memory, the warm days had gone and past, the robe you now wore barely fighting off the chill of the night. Frost making sparkling spider webs all over the windows. You cracked the pickle jar open and got to work at making your midnight snack.

🍮-“Making one for me, sugar?”

🍮-You jumped, nearly showering the counter in mustard. “Vi, don’t scare me like that!” You complained, holding a hand to your chest, your heart thumping up a storm.

🍮-“Sorry, I was wondering what you were getting up to, you know I wake up once you leave the bed.” She chuckled, walking over to you and wrapping her sore arms around your waist. “I do want a sandwich though.”

🍮-She kissed your cheek before nuzzling her head into your neck.

🍮-You shook your head softly, a dizzying feeling bubbling in your chest. You finished your sandwich and held it up to your shoulder. “Here.”

🍮-She wasted no time taking a huge bite from it, “Mmm, thank you sugar.” She took it from your hands and moved to your side while she ate, not wanting to get crumbs all over you. She jumped up onto the counter, nearly knocking over the pickle jar as she did.

🍮-She nearly inhaled the whole sandwich in three bites.

You snapped your hand on her thigh, “Slow down, I’ll make you another one. I don’t need you choking on me.”

🍮-“Have I told you I love you today?” She smirked, licking her fingertips as she finished off her sandwich.

🍮-She reached over the counter to snatch up the bag of chips, she munched on them happily while you put together another two sandwiches. This time she waited until after you made yours before she started eating, wanting to enjoy it with you this time around.

🍮-“I’m sorry, I fell asleep right away. I know we haven't had time for us lately,” she apologized, throwing her arm around your shoulder, you both had moved to the couch to eat, the bag of chips resting across both your laps.

🍮-“Don’t worry about it, I know your work is important.” You hummed, leaning your head on her shoulder, basking in her embrace.

🍮-Her hand pulls your head up to look into her silver eyes, “Not more important than you, sugar.” She breathed, leaning down to kiss you.

🍮-The brush of your lip against hers sent shivers of pleasure throughout your body. You could spend all day kissing her if she let you. You pulled away with glazed eyes, your breath had grown more rapid.

🍮-“I love you, Vi,” your lips leaned up to kiss her temple.

🍮-“I love you too, sugar.”

(Unedited) 

First time writing for fem character. I hope it meets your standards! I fell in love with Vi (and Jinx) I can’t wait to write more for them. Be sure to reblog and leave a note, each really motivate me to write more. 

[aslitheryprinx]

Man, it's been so long since I've written for the Shipwrecked au... I've actually had this oneshot in my drafts for a while, and only remembered it today.

This story is sort of a prequel to Familiar Faces! You've seen Eret's perspective on Foolish's adoption, what it looked like to a young human. Now we see what happened from a mer's eyes!

TW: safe, platonic vore

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A New Safety

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Foolish wiggled his tail in excitement, accidentally sending a few waves onto the beach. He kept his eyes shut, hiding them behind his hands for good measure.

"Free, four, five, seven, two, four-" he counted.

Really, he was just guessing at this point. He didn't know how to count very high in mer, let alone English, which he barely knew. It was ok, though. Eret didn't mind if he counted wrong, as long as he counted long enough so she could hide.

Foolish heard a tiny giggle, and instantly pinpointed his friend's location, even with his back turned. Of course, he would pretend not to know like he always did. It was no fun for Eret if he found them right away. Not that they knew he only pretended to look, of course.

He counted a few more numbers, ending on infinity, the biggest number he knew. Instead of looking behind the rock he knew Eret was behind, he drifted farther down the beach.

"Eret!" he called, drawing on his limited human vocabulary. "Eret where?"

He was about to start making his way towards Eret's hiding place, when he heard a noise that he hadn't heard in over a year. It was the questioning trill of another mer.

"Hello?" He called in mer, forgetting his game.

"Hello, little one," the mer said, rising to the surface from where she'd been hidden. "What are you doing by the shore?"

She was much bigger than Foolish, almost as big as his parent had been! Her hair was poofy, kind of like Eret's, and her scales were a shimmering rainbow of pink blue and purple. She was smiling at him, and he decided he liked her.

"I live here!" Foolish said proudly.

"All alone?" The mer asked, her voice ringing with concern. "Where is your parent?"

"I don't have one," Foolish admitted, his fins drooping. Then he perked up. "But I'm not alone! My friend comes to play all the time. His name is Eret. Eret?"

Foolish switched back to English to call his friend's name, but they didn't come out. For a minute, he thought they were still playing the game, but then he heard a little whimper. He remembered how scared Eret had been when they first met.

"She's shy," he told the grown up mer. "But she's a human, and her name is Eret! They're even littler than me."

"Even littler than you?" The older mer teased. "That's hard to do."

"Hey!" Foolish protested. "I'm not that little! Just wait, I bet I'll get even bigger than you!"

"Maybe you will," the colorful mer agreed with a gentle smile. "What's your name?"

"Foolish."

"My name is Puffy," she said. "It must be hard taking care of yourself. Do you want to live with me?"

Foolish thought for a few moments. He missed having a parent. There was nobody to cuddle with except for Eret, who was too small to hold him. He was always hungry because he wasn't very good at hunting yet, and his scales got itchy because his gills weren't grown yet and he had to sleep with his head on the sand.

"Can I still play with Eret?" He asked. "I don't want to leave him."

"Hmm," Puffy trilled. "I live a little far from this beach. Is it ok if you only visit every few days?"

"Yuh-huh," said Foolish. Eret could only come to play on the 'week ends' anyways.

"Ok," she said, reaching out a hand. Foolish swam into it right away, chirping with happiness as he was held. He was almost too big to fit in one hand- he didn't realize how much he'd grown!

"Do you want to go home now?" Puffy asked.

"Yes!" Foolish said, in between excited hums. "Oh, after I say goodbye to Eret."

He looked back down to the shore, but Eret was still hiding behind the rock. Hm. Maybe they were too nervous to meet Puffy. He could tell them he had a new parent the next time he visited- as well as he could with his limited English skills.

He told Puffy this, and she agreed, saying she didn't want to scare his friend. He held up his arms, and she began to raise him towards her face.

It was a little embarrassing, but 'hold' slipped out of his mouth in baby talk. He was too old to be chirping like a newborn hatchling, but Puffy didn't laugh. She just pressed her nose against him and purred.

The second she opened her mouth, Foolish launched himself forward. This time she did laugh a little, but Foolish couldn't bring himself to care. It had been so long since he'd been in a nesting pouch, safe and cozy.

Puffy kept up a steady purr as she cleaned him with her tongue. He leaned into the touches, already feeling fuzzy from the comfort after so long without. Once she deemed him clean and injury free, her tongue began to nudge him towards her throat.

Foolish let out another hum of excitement as she swallowed, sending him towards her pouch. The walls squeezed him as he slipped down, and he'd joined in with Puffy's purring by the time he landed in the pouch.

He instantly curled up against the pouch wall, fighting back the urge to cry as he felt complete safety for the first time in over a year. A rocking motion gently shook the pouch as Puffy began to swim, taking him to his new home.

Foolish yawned, his eyes falling shut. After so long away from other mers, being held was beyond relaxing. He let out a quiet chirp of contentment before he drifted off to sleep.

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The Paramedic (part 2)

Eddie Munson x (Male) reader

Part 1

Summary: An alternate ending to the season 4 finale ,where an ambulance paramedic reader from 2022 stumbles upon Eddie in the upside down right after the bat attack.

Word count: 1411

CW: Blood, death, medical descriptions, angst, (Y/N)

An: Here we go chapter 2!! Hope you all like it!! 💕✨

Chapter 2

“Vi er framme, tar du IV posen og BMV masken. Jeg og Hans tar båren, vi skal rett til operasjons sal 12 i første etasje” the female paramedic instructed you.

(Translation: “We have arrived, can you take the IV bag and BMV mask. Me and Hans will take the strecher, we will be going directly to surgery hall 12 on the first floor”).

You nod at her and reach for the IV bag.

“What is going on? What did she say?” Eddie says in a pained and worried tone.

You stop what you are doing for a second, looking down at him with kind eyes “We have arrived at the hospital, and you will be transported directly to the surgery. I will be with you the whole way there”.

“Ok” his hands are balled into fists gripping the stretcher.

“You are going to be ok, alright” you say whilst leaning over Eddie fastening a gait belt around his shoulders. You can feel his warm breath on your neck as you secure him to the stretcher.

Just as you finish the ambulance door opens, Hans jumps in and starts to assist with getting the stretcher out. Once the stretcher is on the ground Hans leads the way, rolling it swiftly in to the hospital. You are running right next to them holding the IV bag high in the air and continuously pumping the BMV mask.

When you enter the hospital, it is busy, people step out of the way as you transport Eddie as fast as you can. You feel a cold hand grab your shirt, fingers brushing your stomach. As you look down you see that it is Eddie’s hand clasping your shirt firmly, he is looking up at you eyes wide. You feel so sorry for him then, the poor man looks so scared, you wish there was more you could do to make him comfortable. You settle with smiling down at him once again, he does not loosen his grip, but you can see the beginning of a soft, worried smile.

You arrive at the surgery faster than you anticipated, Hans pushes the doors open and you enter a large bright and sterile room with surgeons and nurses already waiting.

The female paramedic and Hans unclasp Eddie from the stretcher getting ready to hoist him up on the surgical table.

“You have to let go of me now Eddie” you say.

Eddie looks down at his hand almost shocked to see that it is still holding your shirt. He lets go and you give the IV bag in your hand to a nurse. Eddie is then hoisted up on the table. You get eye contact with him before you leave and smile at him one last time. You almost laugh as he gives you a tierd thumbs up back.

Once you are out of the surgery room and enter the waiting room reality hits you like a truck. You had suppressed thoughts of the hellish place you found Eddie when you were helping save the mans life, but now everything was eerily quiet. Now you could do nothing but remember the nasty fleshy portal, the dark town covered in black fleshy vines, the man half eaten by some monster. You never considered yourself a superstitious person, you lived comfortably in a reality where monsters do not exist. But now that was all challenged, for how could you explain what you saw? You wanted to puke.

“Y/N, are you ok?”

You jump at the sound of Hans’s voice “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you”.

“Nah man, I’m… I’m ok. Just a little overwhelmed, I needed a little break” you answer, voice cracking.

“You did a great job today. He is most likely going to live because of you”

“Thank you. I hope that he does... ”.

“I have never seen you this messed up after a dispatch. Do you know the guy?”

“No, I have never met him before”.

“Damn, he must have made one hell of an impression.” Hans laughs slapping your shoulder.

“Heh, yeah” You laugh awkwardly

“Our shift is over, so I will be heading home now. But before I leave, are you sure that you are ok? You know you can talk to me man”. You wish you could tell Hans why you were so upset. Of course, you were more invested in Eddies health than you usually were for patients. A lot more worried actually, but right now the thought of a portal to hell existing or the fact that such a place exists in the first place fucked with your head. Hans would never believe you, he would most likely think you were having a melt down. No, the only person you could talk to about this, the only person who hopefully could give you some answers about what the fuck that place was, is currently undergoing surgery. Fuck.

“I’m ok, I just need… a second. You go home to your family, I am sure Astrid misses you”

“Alright, you can call me if you ever need someone to talk to. I know this field of work is hard, but it is easier with a friend”.

“Thank you for the offer Hans, I’ll keep it in mind”

Hans nods at you and leaves.

The waiting room is empty now, you are once again left alone with your thoughts. You worry about what will happen to Eddie. If he dies, he will be leaving with any answers you could hope to get. The thought of no explanation terrifies you, there is nothing as scary as the unknown and right now, you know jack shit.

The thought of him dying is also upsetting, as in the short time you got to talk to him you really got to like the guy. Despite being scared out of his mind, he seemed to keep a somewhat goofy attitude. He really does seem like a nice guy.

You decide to stay in the waiting room to see if you can get a hold of a doctor or a nurse when the surgery is done. You dont care if it takes houers, you don’t think you would be able to relax at home or go to sleep without knowing how Eddie is doing.

You end up waiting for about 5 hours before a doctor leaves the surgery, you spring up almost running towards him.

“How did the surgery go?” you ask sounding a lot more desperate than you intended.

“Are you a family member?” he looks you up and down with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh, no. I was with the paramedic team that delivered him to the hospital. I was hoping to know how the surgery went” this time you manage to speak with a more professional tone.

The doctor hesitates for a moment before answering “The surgery went well, his abdomen looked like a mess, there was a lot of tearing but thankfully most of it was to his abdominal walls. Some of his small intestine was affected, but none of the abdominal vessels were injured. His prognosis is good, but the next 24 hours will be telling”.

“Thank you doctor” you say with a relieved sight, you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“Yes well, I should probably be getting on my way” the doctor says hesitantly stepping away.

“Yes, of course. I am sorry for keeping you”

After the doctor leaves you suddenly feel how tired your body is. You had been so stressed that you didn’t realize how much your body is aching. Now that you know Eddie is most likely going to be ok, you feel for the first time since all this happened that you could relax.

You look at your phone to see what time it is, 00.45. Fuck, when did it get this late? There won’t be any busses going at this hour.

“Fuck it, I’m calling a cab”

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When you finally burst through the door to your studio apartment you almost stumble and collapse as you rip of your shoes. You swear you have never been this tired in your entire life. Your bones feel like jelly as you walk to your bed. You don’t bother with brushing your teeth or taking off your clothes before falling into the soft mattress and drifting into oblivion.

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A Crucial Intervention

That Which Binds You VI

Pairing: Stark!Peter x Blackcat!Reader

A/N: As always feedback is appreciated! Let me know what you think and let me know if you want to be tagged or anything. Love you xx

Warnings: mentions of injuries

Summary: Your meeting with Fisk left you a little worse for ware, something your friends aren’t going to just let go

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The adrenaline rush had died as soon as you came crashing onto the roof of Brittany Hall. You struggled with changing back into your regular clothes and went staggering back into the building as quickly as you could manage. Every part of your body ached as you padded through the halls. Your head started to pound, the lights over your head were much brighter than you remembered them being when you left.

You started to feel nauseous when you finally reached your room, you had to lean on the wall as you stumbled inside. All you wanted to do was curl up in bed and sleep your pain away, but getting into your pajamas seemed like an almost impossible task. You hardly even had the strength to open your dresser drawers.

“(y/n)?” MJ yawned, rubbing her eyes as she turned on her lamp. She went wide-eyed at the sight of you, “What the hell happened to you?” MJ ran out of bed to help you.

You didn’t have the energy to make up a good lie or try to push her away as she helped you to your bed, “I got into a fight. I’m okay MJ, I just need to sleep.”

“You are not okay,” MJ began to inspect you for injuries, “Did you hit your head or something?”

You nodded weakly, “Yeah, it wasn’t bad though. I just need to get some rest.”

“Do you feel dizzy? Or nauseous?” MJ continued on.

“Yeah, that’s why I want to sleep,” your voice was weak and whiny, you so desperately wanted her to be quiet.

“Do you feel extra sensitive to lights?”

“Yes MJ,” you groaned, attempting to push her away again, “Please, I just want to sleep.”

“I think you have a concussion, a bad one,” she stepped away and began searching for her phone, “We need to go to the ER.”

“No, no, I don’t have a concussion,” you insisted.

The last thing you needed to do was go to the ER and be questioned by some annoying doctor. Sleep was what you needed, and you were sure if she just let you get to bed you’d feel much better.

“Well I’m almost a hundred percent certain that you do have one,” MJ shook her head, typing away at her phone, “I just texted Peter, he’s gonna come pick us up. How about I help you get some warmer clothes on?”

Your cheeks flushed. On one hand seeing Peter sounded nice, comforting even, but you really didn’t want him to see you when you were such a mess.

“Peter? Why Peter?”

“Because Peter has a car and there’s no way that we can walk or take the subway right now,” MJ started digging through your clothes, pulling out a pair of sweats and a loose sweatshirt, “Your other option is an ambulance.”

You groaned, “I don’t need to go anywhere, I just need to sleep.”

“You can’t sleep off a concussion,” MJ tried to reason, “I don’t know if you're scared of the hospital or something, but we have to go. I promise it won’t be that bad.”

“You’re a bitch,” you mumbled while she helped you change, “I’m not scared of the hospital.”

“Call me names if you want but concussions are deadly, we’re going to the ER,” she helped you back onto your feet and wrapped her arm around you so you could lean on her while you walked, “Come on, we can go wait in the lobby.”

MJ had to hold you up the whole way downstairs. Your body begged for sleep but MJ wouldn’t even let you close your eyes. She sat you on one of the uncomfortable wooden chairs in the lobby while you waited for Peter. You hung your head between your knees and squeezed your eyes shut to try and find some relief from the awful fluorescent lighting that was making your eyes burn and your head pound against your skull.

“Hey, stay awake,” MJ set her hand on your back and shook you lightly.

“I’m up,” you assured, “I’m just trying to drown out the lights.”

“Alright, Peter will be here in just a minute, it won’t be as bright in the car.”

“Okay.”

You two sat quietly until the door opened, a rush of cold air made you shiver as Peter entered the lobby. A wave of embarrassment washed over you when his eyes landed on you. He rushed right over to you and dropped to his knees in front of you.

“Careful, she’s really dizzy,” MJ warned.

“I’m not made of glass,” you snapped at her, “I’m okay.”

“Let me help,” Peter wrapped an arm around your waist as you stood, “I got you.”

Standing had given you a head rush, but being able to lean on Peter helped. It was the closest you’d ever been to him and you took note of how nice he smelt. He was surprisingly strong too, it seemed that it took him no effort at all to hold you up.

“I told MJ already, I’m fine, I just need to rest,” you insisted, “You didn’t need to waste your time coming out here.”

“I didn’t waste my time, you’re my friend and I want to make sure you're okay,” Peter explained, “If you’re okay then the doctors will just send us home, but we’re going in just in case.”

Of course you wanted to keep arguing, but you were just too exhausted. So you let Peter set you in the backseat of his car, MJ sat beside you so she could keep an eye on you while Peter drove. You closed your while he started the car, attempting to get just a moment of rest on the way there.

“MJ don’t let her fall asleep,” Peter peaked in the rearview mirror as he pulled onto the street.

“I’m awake, just resting,” you lied.

“How did you get hurt?” MJ asked.

“I already told you, I got into a fight,” your voice had quickly turned whiny again.

“I know, I’m trying to keep you engaged because you have a concussion,” MJ glanced at Peter for help, “Come on Pete, you’ve got more medical training than me.”

He nodded, “Right, uh, (y/n), how did you get into a fight?”

You groaned as you tried to think of something, “I-I spilled my drink on her and it just blew up from there.”

“So she started the fight?” he pressed.

“Yeah, she started it,” you agreed.

“Okay, what happened after that?” he continued.

Your mind flickered to the actual events of that evening as you tried to explain, “She slammed me against a wall.”

“Is that all?”

You shook your head, “No, no, she grabbed my neck first, then she slammed me into the wall.”

“Is that when you hit your head?”

You nodded, “Yeah, she threw me on the ground and I left after that.”

“Why wasn’t Heather with you?” MJ interjected suddenly, “I thought you went out together?”

You didn’t answer because you didn’t know what to say. Peter spoke up again, “(y/n) how did you get home?”

“I walked,” you lied, your mind was scrambling to find some sort of explanation, “Heather was in the bathroom I think.”

“You think?” MJ raised a brow.

“It’s so fuzzy right now,” you pinched your nose, praying they’d move on to something else.

“It’s alright, we’re just trying to keep you engaged,” Peter kept glancing at you in the rearview mirror, “We’ll be there in just a minute alright? The hospital is just ahead.”

“Thank god,” relief washed over you knowing that you wouldn’t have to try and come up with anything else.

Peter pulled into the parking lot and ran to help you out of the backseat. He helped you inside and MJ explained the situation to the nurse. Right away they took you to an examination room so you could wait for a doctor. You sat down on the table, you tried to lay down and pretend it was your bed but Peter and MJ were quick to stop you.

“Hello,” the doctor sang as she pushed open the door, her eyes landed on you right away, “This must be (y/n)?”

You prayed the examination would be quick and you’d be able to return to your bed soon.

“Yeah, she got into a fight,” Peter frowned at the nurse, his eyes swimming with concern, “We think she has a concussion.”

“Oh no, well don’t you worry, we’ll get her fixed right up,” she assured, “You must be her boyfriend then?”

MJ’s lips drew to a smirk while Peter’s whole face flushed red, “N-No, I’m just a friend.”

“Oh I’m sorry,” she chuckled, “Well why don’t you two have a seat then? I’m just going to give her a little examination.”

“Thank you,” MJ dragged Peter to a seat before he could say anything else.

“Alrighty (y/n), I’m just going to run a few tests and ask you some questions,” the doctor smiled kindly at you.

You fought the urge to complain about the continued questioning and nodded, “Okay.”

“Okay, well first off I’m just going to check your heart and lungs,” she brought a stethoscope to your chest, “Big breath for me.”

Breathing in was hard, your chest stung and your ribs ached as they filled with air. She nodded and scribbled down some notes.

“Everything seems good there. Why don’t you tell me how you got hurt?”

“I got into a fight,” you blushed, realizing you’d have to remember what you’d said to Peter and MJ in the car, “I hit my head on a wall.”

“And where were you?”

“At a party.”

She nodded, “Were you drinking or taking any drugs? Perscription or otherwise?”

“No substances,” you promised.

“Good. I’m going to check your eyes okay?”

“Okay.”

You winced away from her as she flashed a light into both of your eyes.

She stepped back with a frown, “When you hit your head did you go unconscious?”

You shook her head, “No, I was conscious the whole time.”

“Are you sure? You didn’t black out for even just a moment?”

“Yeah, I’m positive.”

“Well that’s good news,” she scribbled down a few more things with a smile, “Now tell me about your symptoms. Are you experiencing any dizziness or nausea?”

“Both.”

“Light sensitivity?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to ask your friends a few questions now,” the doctor turned to Peter and MJ, “What’s her coordination been like?”

“She’s been really dizzy, we’ve had to help her walk,” Peter explained, one of his legs bounced nervously as he spoke.

“And what about her emotional state? Has she been unusually moody or upset?”

MJ chuckled, “Yeah, she’s been a little whiny.”

“I’m not whiny,” you glared at her.

“Very whiny,” MJ corrected.

“Well I’d say we’re looking at a moderate concussion here,” the doctor settled, “It’s a grade two so we won’t need to run brain scans or hold you here overnight.”

You sighed in relief, “So I can go home?”

She nodded, “Yes, but for the next 48 hours you’ll need to have constant supervision and spend most of your time resting. No screens and very limited activities, nothing that involves a lot of brain power, and no absolutely physical activity.”

Panic set in an instant, you couldn’t take two days off. Fisk had made it very clear that you needed to get the other half of the map back right away.

“I-I have work,” you flushed.

“Well I’m sure your boss will understand that this is a very serious injury, you absolutely have to stay home.”

If only it were that easy.

“Okay,” you sighed.

“Do you have someone who can stay with you for a few days?”

“One of us will stay with her,” Peter offered, “I-I can for sure.”

“Excellent,” she nodded, “There isn’t much we can do for you medication wise besides pain killers. You can take any acetaminophen based painkiller, like Tylenol. That should help alleviate some of your pain. Other than that you really just need to rest, especially for the first 48 hours. After that you can start easing back into regular activities, it should take about two weeks for you to fully heal.”

Two weeks? Two days was stretching it, two weeks was impossible.

“I can go home then?” you frowned.

“Yes, at the front desk they’ll have some paperwork for you and they’ll print out some care instructions for you.”

“Thanks,” you spoke dryly as you pushed yourself off the bed.

“Let me help,” Peter moved to your side to help

“It’s alright Peter, I’m not so dizzy anymore,” you assured, “I can walk.”

“O-Okay,” he blushed but he stayed stuck to your side just in case.

You all walked back to the front desk and sat down to do some paperwork. You fed MJ answers so she could fill out the forms for you. All you could think about was how good it was going to feel to finally crawl into bed and let your aching body get some rest. Your tired mind was filled with worries about Fisk and Blackcat, you couldn’t wait to shut it off and sleep for the next two days.

“Okay, I just need your signature,” MJ finally passed the clipboard to you after she scribbled down the date for you.

You signed your name with a heavy sigh, “There, thanks for filling it out for me.”

“No problem,” she smiled and ran back to the front desk.

“Are you sure you feel okay going home?” Peter gave you a concerned frown.

You nodded, “Yeah, that is the only thing I want to do right now Peter.”

“Okay, well I’ll drive fast then,” he joked.

You laughed, “Thanks Peter.”

“No problem,” he took your hand in his and squeezed it lightly. His hand was big and warm, you liked how it felt when he linked his fingers with yours.

“I can take it from here Peter,” MJ pulled your blankets over you, being careful not to disturb you, “Go home and get some rest, and do not show up here any earlier than 8 tomorrow okay?”

MJ returned with a few new papers in her hands, “Alright, this has a list of what you can and can’t do, and what kind of medicine you can take. They said they’d send the billing information to your email. You ready to get home?”

You nodded eagerly, “Very.”

Peter and MJ didn’t bug you on the way home, letting you close her eyes and actually get a moment of rest during the short drive. Peter came with you up to your room, wanting to make sure that you were safely in bed before he went home. You padded inside and fell right onto your bed, mumbling a nearly incoherent ‘goodnight’ to Peter and MJ as you passed out.

“You’ll call me if anything happens right?”

“You know I will,” she yawned, “Now get out, (y/n)’s not the only tired one.”

“R-Right but are you sure it’s okay? You know I don’t mind staying the night,” he peaked around her so he could still see your bed while she tried to push him out.

“Yes Peter, everything will be fine unless you don’t get out of my room and let me sleep.”

He blushed and nodded, “O-Okay just keep an eye on her please, a-and you should make sure she has some water in case she wakes up in the middle of the night. I can go get so-”

“We have water,” she cut him off, “Goodnight Peter.”

“Goodnight,” he kept his eyes on you until MJ closed the door in his face and he was forced to return home.

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The one with two Pietro’s

Pairing: Pietro x reader, Wandavision!Pietro (Peter Maximoff) x reader FORCED 

Synopsis: you find yourself in Westview living with Wanda, Vision, the boys, and your boyfriend Pietro. But happens when you start to remember your Pietro and figure out what Wanda’s doing to you and everyone else? 

Word count: 1.4k+

Warnings: Swearing I think. Angst. Fluff if you squint. Mind control. Forced relationship. Briefly mentions the idea of a forced magical pregnancy. Bullet wounds. Death. Grief I suppose. Mentions pmsing. The over use of italics. Kinda feel like I make Wanda a psychotic asshole. SPOILERS FOR WANDAVISION!

A/N: This was so much fun to write! Probably the darkest thing I’ve ever written, if you can really call it dark. Writing for Wandavision was a fun little challenge. Takes place in the 90′s so my title is a reference to friends, and so is a tv show character I use in the one shot. Pretend Evan Peters’ hair isn’t that blonde cause I will always see him with the silver he has in xmen and wrote him as such. 

"Vision, that's not my Pietro," you mutter in horror to your friend as the two of you stand in the kitchen. 

You’re not quite sure what makes you say it, but you’re glad you do when you glance at the new Pietro in the living room, he's been playing video games with Tommy and Billy for close to an hour now. He's sweet and funny, but he's just not your Pietro.

"I'm afraid not, (Y/N)," Vision's voice is sullen, but he's glad you're not in on Wanda's mind games. Unless you are, and this is just another way for Wanda to mess with him. He’s not quite sure what’s happening, but he knows from what you’ve reminisced in passing to him about Pietro on nights when Wanda isn’t in the room, that that’s not the Pietro you know and love. 

"Oh my god," you murmur, hand coming to your mouth as little bits and pieces of memories race through your head. The genuine pain, horror, and sadness that cross your face make it obvious to Vision you're being manipulated like everyone else, even if you are Wanda's oldest friend. "My Pietro, he had an accent."

Your knees buckle when you hear his native accent saying his catchphrase in your head, 'you didn't see that coming.' Vision rushes to your side to help you stand more firmly.

"His face was longer, hair a white blonde not silver, his body more toned, and he had gorgeous blue eyes- bluest eyes I've ever seen," you grip onto Vision's arms as you imagine moments with your Pietro.

You grew up in the cell beside his and Wanda's, immediately forming a sisterly connection with her at a young age while Pietro hated you. He would tease you, pull on your pigtails, and steal some of your food on the off chance you three were eating outside of your cells. Over the years the teasing turned to flirting, and your dislike for him turned into a huge crush.

One night-a night you can normally remember with full clarity- after Hydra fell and before Ultron, the two of you were out on a walk, much to Pietro's chagrin. You were telling him about this new book that you were reading and how the characters annoyed you so because they were obviously in love but wouldn't admit it. Pietro zoomed in front of you, causing you to smack into his chest and almost fall to the ground, you would have if not for Pietro's arms wrapping around your waist and bringing you close to his toned chest.

The wind was blowing his hair into his eyes ever so slightly, so without thinking you reached up to move it out of his face and away from his eye. The small act of tenderness that you had displayed caused Pietro to give into his desires, he leaned in and his wind chapped lips descended onto yours. You melted into the kiss, clinging tightly to his biceps to ground you. One of his hands slipped down from your waist to squeeze your ass, the other wrapped more tightly around your waist and kept you anchored to him.

"I love you, Printesa, I have since we were kids," he admits when you pull apart for air, leaning his forehead on yours.

"I love you too, Quicksilver," you use the superhero nickname he gave himself when you were twelve. He grins before attaching his lips to yours once more, it was an unforgettable kiss that filled you with warmth and hope for your future.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Vision's voice brings you back to reality, or whatever this is.

"No," your voice cracks as you remember the last kiss Pietro planted on your lips, right before he protected Clint. The memory that still haunts your dreams, seeing him with all those bullet holes and knowing there was nothing you could do to save him. "What kind of person forgets the love of their life? I'm a terrible person Vis!"

"No you aren't (Y/N)," the sincerity in Vision's voice makes you really believe him. "Wanda's doing this, she didn't want you to remember."

You gasp as another memory floods your mind. You had agreed to go on a road trip with Wanda after being resurrected from Bruce's snap and defeating Thanos. You both wanted a break, or so you thought.

Wanda had stopped right when you had passed the entrance into Westview, she claimed to be checking her directions when you asked why she had stopped in the middle of nowhere. And no matter how weird it was that she chose to stop at the border to the town and not at a gas station, you believed your best friend and sister in law because she had no reason to lie to you.

A moment later her eyes and hands were glowing red as she touched your temple. She pushed all your memories behind a wall in your brain, then filled your head with memories of a happy life with her and Vision in Westview.

She did it again when 'Pietro' showed up on your guy’s doorstep, this time filling your head with memories of him. Memories of a different first kiss, but an eerily similar first date to the one you and your Pietro had. It makes sense to you now, you and Pietro had never told Wanda the real story of your first kiss, instead telling her you had it weeks later on your first date. You had tried to keep your relationship a secret for a little because you didn't want to make it awkward for Wanda if it didn't work out.

Another thing she didn't add was your engagement and subsequent marriage to her brother. In this reality you and 'Pietro' are just dating. You have to assume that it's because it happened weeks before the battle against Ultron and she doesn't want to remember anything that close to her brother's death.

The thing about the new Pietro is that he seems to rub Wanda the wrong way, something your Pietro never did. He makes comments that you know yours would never, and Wanda always tenses up near him. This Pietro likes to show you off more than yours did, which is saying a lot because your’s used to cling to your side, praise you, and show you off in town when girls would flirt with him. Every time this Pietro kisses you it doesn’t feel right, it’s nowhere near the earth shattering kisses that you had somehow managed to remember from the deep parts of your brain. 

"My ring," you shudder in horror when you realize the diamond ring that your Pietro stole from the jeweler in Sokovia is no longer sitting delicately on your left ring finger like it was before entering Westview. You hastily search your body for your most prized possession, sighing in relief when you find it hanging from a simple silver chain around your neck.

"(Y/N)," Vision says gently, resting a hand on your shoulder, it’s one of the few times he doesn’t know what to say. 

"He's dead," you cry, knees buckling under your weight again. This time you catch yourself on the kitchen table, before sinking in the seat to your right.

"Who's dead?" Wanda appears in the doorway out of nowhere. She has an innocent, concerned expression on her face, but the tilt of her head tells you she'll come take your memories away again if you slip up in the slightest.

"Dr. Drake Ramoray on Days Of Our Lives, the soap opera I was watching this afternoon when you and the boys were out. He fell down the elevator shaft, and I'm apparently taking it harder than I thought I would. I must be pmsing or something."

"Or maybe you're pregnant," there's a red glint in her eyes that scares you to no end.

"Oh," you swallow the lump in your throat, and hold back the bile rising up your throat from anxiety. "I don't think so, I'm not ready to be a mother yet."

"It would be so fun though," 'Pietro' zooms behind your seat, leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek. "Little mini me's and you's running around the house with Billy and Tommy."

"I think two super human children are enough for the house right now," you let out an uncomfortable giggle. You and Vision side eye each other, both very aware that you'll probably be as pregnant as Wanda was a few days ago within the week.

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Something ‘Bout You (Biker Natasha x Reader) Chapter 1

A/N: Hey this is a new series! I’ve been meaning to write something for her for a while now so here ya go enjoy! 

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SUMMARY: After Wanda announces her engagement a familiar face returns into your life. 

“(Y/n)!”

You heard the familiar chime of the doorbell and the familiar excited voice of your friend fill the relatively empty store. You whipped your head to her just in time to see her barrelling toward you and captured you in a bone crushing hug. 

“Whoa there Wands,” You said as you returned the hug, “did something happen or are you just that happy to see me?” 

Wanda quickly released you from her vice grip, “oh nothing much happened,” Wanda paused before holding up her left hand, “except this.” On her left hand on her ring finger sat a beautiful vintage ring. 

“Oh my god!” You exclaim smiling as you grab her hand to get a closer look at the ring, it was simple in design but it really suited Wanda. ‘When did this happen?!” 

“Last night,” Wanda reveals happily her smile never deterring, “Vis and I were watching reruns of the Dick Van Dyke Show, I told him how Mary’s ring was beautiful and next thing I know he asks ‘is it as beautiful as this ring’ next thing I know he’s down on one knee with the ring in his hand asking me to marry him.” 

“I’m so happy for you and Vis.” You congrat Wanda as you and her continue to talk about her engagement for a few more minutes. 

“Actually Vis and I were planning on going to the city tonight to celebrate, are you busy?” Wanda asks. You take a quick look at your calendar finding nothing but closing the store on the agenda for tonight. 

“Nope,” You respond, “just have to close the store.” 

“Close early and Vis and I will pick you up,” Wanda said, “We’re bringing Pietro, Steve, Bucky, and Monica with us.” 

You hesitate for a bit, but you take one look into Wanda’s pleading eyes, the same eyes that have gotten you into more than your fair share of trouble since highschool, next thing you know you’re nodding your head in agreement.

Wanda lets out a small squeal before enveloping you once again in a small hug before saying goodbye and that Pietro will pick you up by seven. 

As you continue about your day, stacking books and working the register you start to wonder when the last time you actually had a date was. 

During the slow rush you decide to check your calendar again. You flip through each page until finally you land three months prior where you had plans to meet up with the local coffee barista at some bar you can’t remember the name of. What you do remember is that the date ended with you buying a half quart of ice cream and watching reruns of Gilmore Girls. 

You check the clock and check the store to find it empty. You decide now would probably be a good time to close and to start getting ready for the night in the city with Wanda and the rest. 

You turn the sign on the door to ‘closed’ and push all thoughts of dating to the back of your mind. 

---

You had just slipped your shoes on when you heard Pietro knock on your door in the familiar pattern he’s done since high-school. 

You answer the door to reveal Pietro. You always thought he had looked handsome in that mischievous way. But when he wears that white button up and slacks with his hair gelled back he is a special type of handsome. 

“Well damn don’t we look fancy tonight?” You say as Pietro noticeably checks you out in the same appreciation. You did a small turn in your black dress that fell just mid thigh. 

“And you don’t look too bad yourself Princeza,” Pietro said as he offered his arm in an overdramatic gentlemanly style. Which you responded in kind, laughing slightly as you made sure to lock the door behind you before finally heading out.  

---

You were back in your parents backyard, sitting in that hammock with a book in your hands. Nancy Drew had wormed her way into eleven year old you’s heart, with all of her adventures and detective skills. 

Just as you were about to reach the climax of the book you heard a familiar voice. 

“Whatcha reading today?” You look away from the book and spot a familiar blue haired girl the same age. She was the neighbor that moved in about three years ago, Natasha, who quickly became your best friend. 

“Nancy Drew,”

“Again?”

“There’s more than one Natty.” You responded, next thing you know the book is lifted from your hands and Natasha is hovering over you with the book in her hands. 

“Naaat.” You whine as you try to reach for the book only to have her expertly move it away from you. 

“C’mon,” Natasha says as she makes her way to the bushes separating your yard and hers, “adventure awaits.” 

You struggle a little as you make your way out of your hammock and through the lush bushes to Natasha who slips through the crack in between. 

“Nat,” you warn lightly. 

“I promise I’ll give you the book back,” Natasha promises, “but first we go on an adventure! Grab your bike and meet me out front!” 

“Where exactly is this adventure?” 

“Just grab your bike, chatty cathy!” 

You hear her footsteps rush over to her bike as you rush to yours. 

By the time you let your parents know you’ll be riding your bike and get to the front of your house Natasha is already waiting for you. 

Together you both rode your bikes until finally settling on a clearing near the local park. There was this big oak tree and in front of it a huge rock as well covered in green moss. 

For a while both you and Natasha played by either climbing on the rock and proclaiming yourselves rulers of the land, climbing the tree, playing pretend in the most kid way possible. 

However you would catch glimpses sometimes, you didn’t know what, but it made you worry for her. Like how sad she looked, or scared. 

Finally, after being worn out by playing you both lay on the grass beneath you and watch as the fireflies began to dance around the big oak looking like thousands of moving stars. 

You were enjoying the bit of peace and silence when you felt her hand hold yours. You look over and see the blue haired girl still staring at the millions of fireflies with a smile on her lips. 

“Thank you for being my best friend.” She said gently as you looked away from her and continued watching the fireflies dance, until the sun finally set and it was time to go home. 

She never did give that book back. 

---

“Princeza, we're here.” You hear the familiar accented voice say. You slowly open your groggy eyes to see the glittering lights of the city. 

“How long was I out?” 

“An hour.” 

“So the whole car ride,” You say, you could see Pietro nod from the driver's side, “I’m sorry.” 

“What for?” 

“I was asleep the whole car ride, you were probably bored.” 

“No, I wasn’t bored,” Pietro said, “I know you haven’t been sleeping much because of the store.” 

Here it comes. 

“You need to start working less Princeza,” Pietro continued concerned, “you spend all your waking hours at the store, tending to your books, and life is going to pass you by.” 

“Pietro-” 

“I don’t mean to be harsh or rude,” Pietro quickly added, “it’s just I see you all the time at the store and nowhere else lately. I get that the store is demanding, but just try to make some time for yourself. Promise me?” 

You look at him and can’t refuse. 

“I promise.” 

You can start relaxing tonight. 

---

You came to quickly realize that clubbing really wasn’t your thing. 

A pile of random sweaty bodies ground on each other on the dance floor to music that hurt your eardrums. 

It wasn’t that you were judging anyone for liking this atmosphere, it just wasn’t your cup of tea, you preferred to stay on the sidelines and watch your friends dance. 

And the full bar proved that you weren’t the only one. 

You had looked away for a second to order a beer when you spotted someone familiar. 

It was dark save for the flickering lights that illuminated her every once in a while. You couldn’t place where you knew her but you knew that you knew her. It was in the way she walked with a certain grace and her eyes were sharp enough to cut through you and you imagined her tongue was the same way. 

She must have noticed you staring because the next thing you know she’s staring right at you. Your eyes lock and that’s when it hits you. 

You didn’t recognize her without her blue hair. 

Natasha. 

You panic and turn back to the bar to order that beer you were going to order about five minutes ago. You mentally beat yourself up, if you didn’t look like a creep before you definitely did now. 

You were so busy mentally assaulting yourself that you didn’t notice the redhead sauntering her way to you and sit on the empty barstool next to you. 

“Well if it isn’t Nancy Drew.” 

You turn your head and see Natasha there beside you. Her hair was shoulder length and no longer blue. Now her hair was it’s natural elegant red color, her blue eyes sharper than you remember as well as her cheekbones. You noticed hints of tattoos peeking out from the collar and sleeve of her leather coat. 

“You never did return that book.” 

You both couldn’t help the laugh that erupted. Even though it’s been years somehow it almost feels like no time has passed. 

Almost. 

“So what’ve you been up to?” Natasha asked, “still into books?”

“Uh yeah,” You confirm, “I actually own a bookshop back home.” 

You see Natasha smile from ear to ear before taking a sip of what was your beer now it seems to be adopted by Natasha. 

“That’s so you,” Natasha said before taking another sip from the beer bottle. 

“Well what about you?” You ask, “what have you been up to?” 

You could see the hesitancy in Natasha’s face, just as she was about to answer, however you see a light brown haired male come up beside her. 

“Hey Nat, I hate to interrupt but we got a Budapest situation over here.” Natasha swerved her attention to where he pointed at the blonde who was obviously drunk off her ass putting a six foot tall man into a choke hold. Which you had to admire and be impressed at. 

“I guess that’s my cue Nancy Drew,” Natasha said as she took one last sip from the beer bottle before abandoning it. As she was making her way through the crowd but before she got too far you saw her turn around. 

“What was the name of your bookstore again, Nancy Drew?!” She yelled over the crowd. 

“Oh-um- Summertime Stories!” You call out, you catch a glimpse of something in her eyes before it disappears. 

“I’ll see ya soon Nancy Drew!”  

Oh how right she was.