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Enamoured | blurb [Ex Husband! John Price x Ex Wife! Reader x Neighbour! Simon Riley] - love triangle & DARK CONTENT.

Captain Price's Hot Spouse [Alex Keller x Reader] - no gender & smut

We Need You Back | blurb [TF 141 x Old Comrade! Reader] - nb reader.

Peeping Tom | blurb [COD x Fem! Reader] - smut (NON CON, masturbating, wet dreams, voyeurism) DARK CONTENT, they're obsessed perverts.

F1 x COD -> Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. [F1 Drivers x MILF Captain! Reader - fem reader, old grid & current grid, & age gap (reader is older)

F1 x COD -> Drive to Survive (literal) [COD MWII x F1 Driver! Reader] - nb reader, old grid & current grid, & age gap (reader is younger)

Lovesick Soldiers [TF 141 x Civilian! Reader] - fem reader, secretary reader, eventual poly.

Summary : In where four men falls in love with the same girl and refuse to share her, even with their own brothers-in-arms.

Eternal Sunshine [F1 Drivers x Street Racer! Reader] - fem reader, old grid, age gap.

Love Interests : Kimi Räikkönen, Mark Webber, Sebastian Vettel, Fernando Alonso, Lewis Hamilton, & Jenson Button.

Blurb / Ideas for writing

Creator!Genshin!reader in Star Rail

Sidekick / tour guide ! Reader in Star Rail

Overseer being isekai into TWST

Local Fic (in Bahasa Indonesia)

Captain's Hot Wife [John Price x Fem! Reader | One Sided! Various COD X Fem! Reader] - Social Media AU

Summary : In where Price introduced his wife to his allies but they ended up falling for her.

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10.

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“I love YOU.” “A horrible decision, really.”

✪ GENERAL RULES ✪

This is primarily a SAFE FOR WORK blog. Although I am willing to write NOT SAFE FOR WORK fanfiction, that is not the focus of this blog. I prefer to write safe for work fanfiction, but, if you happen to share a thought, idea, or request I'm keen on, I'll answer it to my comfortability. That being said, if it's something that in nature of being suggestive (ex. innuendos, heavy petting, and cut-offs before the actual act), I'm completely willing to write for this without hesitation!

This is also a ‘X READER’ blog strictly, as has been stated, which depicts a ‘character x reader’ relationship. I am not a shipping blog, I am a self-shipping blog. If this is not what you are looking for, look elsewhere.

If not specified, readers will remain GENDER-NEUTRAL. I am completely fine and willing to write for ANYONE, no matter physical features, mental abilities and et cetera. If I am unfamiliar with the topic, prompt or whatever else may be in the request, believe me when I say I will do research to fulfill this prompt in a way that is as accurate as possible. 

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Yandere, kidnapping, dark content, abusive or toxic relationships, suicide, non-consensual or dubious-consensual interactions, ABO dynamics, outright self-harm (I can write about scars, but I will not write about the action happening whatsoever), ‘Character x Character’ ships

✪ WHO I WRITE FOR ✪

Minecraft Youtubers & Other Content Creators

c!Origins!Technoblade, c!irl!Origins!Wilbur Soot, c!irl!dad!Origins!Jschlatt, c!irl!Origins!Tubbo (Platonic), c!irl!Origins!Tommy (Platonic), c!irl!Origins!Ranboo (Platonic), c!irl!Origins!Niki, c!Origins!Philza, Michael, c!irl!Quackity, c!Cellbit

Boku no Hīrō Akademia (My Hero Academia)

Aizawa Shouta, Histoshi Shinso, Ochaco Uruaka, Denki Kaminari, Tamaki Amajiki, Rumi Usagiyama, Toshinori Yagi, Tamaki Keigo, Tokoyami Fumikage, Eijiro Kirishima, Mina Ashido, Touya Todoroki, Atsuhiro Sako, Himiko Toga

BNA ビー・エヌ・エー (BNA: Brand New Animal)

Michiru Kagemori, Shirou Ogami, Nazuna Hiwatashi, Marie Itami, Pinga

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare

Captain John Price, John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alex Keller, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell (Platonic), Nikolai, Vladimir Makarov, Phillip Graves

Actors & Actresses

Note: I will only be writing for their characters, not the real people.

Tom Hiddleston (Character(s): Loki Laufeyson, James Conrad, Robert Laing

Pedro Pascal (Character(s): Din Djarin, Javier Peña, Maxwell Lord, Ezra, Dieter Bravo, Marcus Moreno, Francisco “Catfish” Morales, Joel Miller

Sophia Lillis (Charcter(s): Sydney Novak

Frank Grillo (Character(s): Leo Barnes

Andrew Garfield (Character(s): Spider-Man

Alfred Molina (Character(s): Otto Octavius

Willem Dafoe (Character(s): Norman Osborn

Oscar Isaac (Character(s): Santiago “Pope” Garcia, Poe Dameron,  Duke Leto Atreides, Moon Knight (all associated characters), Jonathan Levy

Ethan Hawke (Character(s): Todd Anderson, Arthur Harrow

OFF

The Batter, Zacharie

Imawa no Kuni no Arisu (Alice in Borderland)

Shuntaro Chishiya, Ryohei Arisu, Suguru Niragi, Daikichi Karube

Pokémon

Guzma, Kabu, Raihan, Leon, Nessa, Clavell, Larry, Milo, Piers

Night in the Woods

Mae Borowski, Bea Santello, Gregg Lee

Beastars

Legoshi, Louis, Pina, Haru, Juno, Jack

The Outer Worlds

Phineas Welles, Parvati Holcomb, Felix Millstone, Ellie Fenhill, Maximillian DeSoto, Nyoka Ramnarim-Wentworth III, Martin Callahan

Arcane

Jinx, Viktor, Caitlyn Kiramman, Silco, Vi, Ekko, Vander

Far Cry

Faith Seed, Joseph Seed, The Judge, Grace Armstrong, Dani Rojas, Antón Castillo, Diego Castillo (Platonic)

Marvel

Spider-Man, Iron Man, Wanda Maximoff, Loki Laufeyson, Doctor Strange, Deadpool, Hank Pym, Bucky Barnes, Pietro Maximoff, Matt Murdock, MJ (Michelle Jones)

Jurassic Park

Alan Grant, Ian Malcolm, Ellie Sattler

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When @a-mad-dog-killer (founder of our Reboot Makarov Fanclub™️) told me that listening to the song Come Around was inspired by put the series into a new perspective; I knew I wanted to do a list like this.

T I T L E I N S P I R A T I O N

Always Attract // Logan Walker x F!Reader

Always Attract // You Me at Six

The Chronicles Of Life & Death // Various Ghosts x GN!Reader

The Chronicles of Life and Death // Good Charlotte

Riptide // Task Force 141 x M!Reader

Riptide // Beartooth

Pro Memoria // COD x GN!Reader

Pro Memoria // Ghost

Just Pretend // John "Soap" Mactavish x GN!Reader

Just Pretend // Bad Omens

Leave a Light On // Gary "Roach" Sanderson x GN!Reader

Leave a Light On // Tom Walker

Call me Babydoll // Task Force 141 x GN!Reader

Babydoll // Ari Abdul

C O N T E N T I N S P I R A T I O N

Take Me Back..// Alex Keller x F!Reader - Coming Soon

The Night We Met // Lord Huron

We're Lost & Found // Keegan Russ x F!Reader - Coming Soon

Wings // Birdy

T I T L E & C O N T E N T

I N S P I R A T I O N

Come Around // Logan Walker x F!Reader

Come Around // Papa Roach

San Diego // David "Hesh" Walker x Reader - Coming Soon

San Diego // blink 182

The Jester // Coming Soon (COD Ghosts One Shot)

The Jester // Badflower

12 Through 15 // COD Angst One Shots

12 Through 15 // Mayday Parade

Take Off Your Colours (NSFW) // Alex Keller x F!Reader

Take Off Your Colours // You Me at Six

Feel Good Drag (NSFW) // Alex Keller x F!Reader

Feel Good Drag // Anberlin

A Symptom of Being Human // John "Soap" Mactavish x GN!Reader

A Symptom of Being Human // Shinedown

MH 4.18.2011 // Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x GN!Reader (if you understand the line in the song that inspired the title, you get a gold star)

MH 4.18.2011 // blink 182

Deep End // COD x GN!Reader - Coming Soon (the message and typing sounds in the intro especially)

Deep End // I Prevail

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Why Didn’t You Tell Me? - Tom Keller / Platonic!Jughead

Requested by: @bad-for-omnitraxus-prime​

Hey, could you possibly do a fanfic for Tom Keller? Maybe the reader is Jughead's sister and a couple years older than Kevin and the gang but they find out about Tom and the reader being together? I loved your Tom Keller fanfic. Thank you.

I left the age and how long the two had been together up to the readers, not specifically mentioning numbers or dates. Other than that, I followed it as best as I could. I threw in just the tiniest bit of conflict in there so I hope you don’t mind. Also, sorry about the wait!

(Should I continue watching btw? I stopped after the first episode of season 5 because I was bored waiting for a new episode every week lmao)

Warnings: The tiniest bit of language. Smidge of angst. Fluff. Age gap! (I think that’s it lmao)

Words: 2,756

Pairings: Tom Keller x Jones!Reader / Jughead Jones x sister!Reader (platonic) (female reader)

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“Well, hi there, Sheriff,” you greet in subtle flirtation.

“Miss Jones,” Tom responds, a glint in his eye. “Another late shift?”

The Diner was quiet, comfortably so. Pops was still in the back whipping up meals for any customer to sit themselves down whilst you were working the floor and residing behind the counter, greeting customers, taking orders, and giving refills.

The only other employee apart from yourself was currently topping up a lone mans’ coffee in the far back corner.

“It appears so.” The forlorn sigh was clearly feigned, easily spotted by the small smile gracing your lips.

The man chuckles as he moves to seat himself at the booth opposite the counter near the door, removing his thick jacket and folding it in his arms to place beside him in the booth. “Slow night?”

You hum as you move to grab a coffee pot and a mug before walking to his booth, setting the mug down on to his table. “Very, But I’m not complaining,” you speak as you pour his drink.

Once filled, you pull your hand away, allowing Tom to reach for the mug, pulling it up to his lips and taking a slow sip. “Thanks, angel,” he speaks behind the rim of his cup as he sends you a small wink that, a handful of months ago would have had your knees literally buckling underneath you, although the pet name and the way it rolled off his tongue in such a deep tone had you wishing he’d repeat it over and over.

“So, what can I get for a hard-working man like yourself, Sheriff?” Your hip popped out to the left ever so slightly.

His smile was dazzling as he told you “The usual”, leaning back into the comfy red leather seat of the booth.

“Coming right up.” You turned on your heel only to feel a large warm hand clasp gently around your wrist, tugging you back softly. Looking behind you, you raise an eyebrow in amusement as Tom pulls you even closer, and eventually down towards him. “Anything else Sheriff?”

“I want to see you when your shift ends, angel.” His lips brushed against yours as he murmured to you. “When are you finished?”

You look into his hazel eyes and with a smile, happily told him, “I finish in an hour. Do you think you could possibly restrain yourself ‘til then?”

“I’ll be sure to try my hardest, angel.” You continued to smile as you pressed your lips to his, something quick but long enough to leave a lingering feeling of you against him.

Pulling away, you spin and make your way to the back to tell Pops of the new meal order, a little skip in your step and an extra sway to your hips, only to entice the Sheriff further.

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Tom’s jacket felt snug around you, even if the thing was certainly too large for your body. It engulfed you with its size and warmth and even if the man wasn’t sitting beside you in the drivers seat, you would still only smell him.

His hand rested comfortably on your leg just above your knee, his thumb running back and forth slowly as he drove, the radio was turned low, but it created the perfect environment to feel relaxed. His presence and the drive calmed you.

It felt all too perfect.

“So,” Tom’s voice came. “Kevin and the others are all staying over at Archies’.”

You looked over to him with a playful and teasing glint in your eye. “Are you inviting me over?”

He deeply chuckled and gave your knee a short but gentle squeeze. “I certainly am.”

“Well, I would love to, Sheriff.” You smiled as your leaned over in your seat, planting a kiss on his cheek.

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Night flew by and morning came quickly and before you knew it, it was midday.

Both you and Tom were somehow still in his bed, covered up by the large cover, entangled in each other’s limbs. Tom wore only his grey sweatpants while you were simply covered by a t-shirt of his, too large to be a perfect fit, just like his jacket.

“I know we both have the day off, but shouldn’t we at least finally get out of bed?” You asked, head still lazily resting on Tom’s chest.

You felt the vibrations in his chest when he grunted at the idea, clearly not wanting to move. “I don’t see why we would ever have to.”

You softly giggled at his reasoning as he placed a gently kiss to your forehead. “C’mon now, Sheriff, wouldn’t want me to die of starvation, would you?”

He sighed. “That would be pretty terrible.”

Placing another kiss to your forehead, he carefully moved you off of on top of him before sitting up, swinging his legs around and standing, stretching his muscles out. He turned to face you, standing tall with his hands on his hips, allowing his bare chest to unashamedly be on display, allowing your eyes to wander as much as they pleased without care.

“C’mon angel, you’re getting up too.”

You smirked mischievously. “Actually, I think I’ve changed my mind. There all the sudden seems to be a great view from right here.”

There was a pause before the covers were thrown from off your body and the morning air hit your bare legs. You threw your head back with laughter as Tom grasped your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed before bending, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as if you were weightless.

You laughed and squirmed in his hold as he carried you away from the bed and down the stairs towards the kitchen, sitting you atop the counter, the cool surface raising goosebumps along your skin and sending a small shiver down your spine.

You sat and watched as he meandered about the kitchen, getting set to start cooking a breakfast for both of you to enjoy. He turned towards you and placed a kiss on your forehead before pulling away. “Put some coffee on, angel. Just gonna grab a shirt.”

“Okay,” you breathed out in a dreamy haze, a smile on your face with your bottom lip entrapped between your teeth, eyes hooded as you watch him leave.

Sighing out, you hop off the counter and walk your way over to the coffee maker, turning the radio on beside it to let music fill the air after switching on the coffee machine and leaning against the counter, softly nodding your head along to the music.

With the sweet tunes on the radio and the noise of the coffee machine surrounding the kitchen, you failed to hear the front door open and close, the noise of multiple footsteps and the hushed whispers between Archie and Veronica.

“Hey dad-“ Kevin’s voice fell short as he turned the corner and spots you stood there after quite the scare his voice gave you, eyes wide, two coffee mugs in hand clutched to your chest which below, holds your heart that beats erratically from the fright.

The others had stepped behind Kevin, all with a different emotion forming on their features once they realise what they had just walked in on.

Veronica held a look of something akin to proud, even a subtle look hinting that she already had some suspicion. Either way, the smirk was still present.

Betty seemed in complete shock, eyes wide, jaw dropped open. If it were even physically possibly, you were certain her eyes would’ve popped out of her head like you see in the cartoons.

Archie looked confused, as if his mind was withholding information that he should really know at this moment. His brain was working it out, slowly. You could almost hear the gears in his head turning.

Kevin, well, you couldn’t really read Kevin for once. It seemed as if he was in denial yet had already accepted it all in one go.

But Jughead, he was the easiest to read out of them all. Your little brother was angry, beyond belief.

To confirm what most already knew, Archie was still working it out, Tom came into view, pulling a t-shirt over his head, freezing when he notices the group stood there and your frozen frame.

After a moment of silence passes, you finally come to your senses and groan.

“Shit.”

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Jughead had stormed out of the house silently and went God knows where, leaving yourself, Tom and the other four remaining in the house.

“So, this is why you’ve been so happy recently?” Kevin muttered. He glanced between the two of you and it seemed the denial of the situation had faded from him entirely, now leaving just the acceptance, and possible happiness.

“Look, son-“ Tom started but was swiftly cut off by Kevin.

“No, it’s fine. I’m not gonna pretend I’m over the moon about it but I can accept it. You’re both adults and she clearly makes you happy, and I really hope you make her happy.” Kevin turned his attention to you. “Does my dad make you happy?”

Sending him a small smile, you nod without hesitation. “Yeah, he really does.”

Kevin smiled back at you. “Good. You’re a really good friend of mine Y/N/N and you two are a part of the handful of people I really care about and want to be happy.” He moved to hug you which you easily returned, sighing out in relief. The embrace lasted a few second before he pulled away, moving towards his dad to also give him a hug, to which Tom returned the warm embrace, whispering to his son a thank you and patting his back once before the two separated.

Kevin looked between you both again and his smile turned teasing. “If this gets like marriage level serious though, I am totally not calling you mom.”

The tension had eased further as you all shared a small laugh. Well, except Archie, who gasped in shock and gaped at you and Tom, finally working out what exactly he had missed. “Wait, you guys are together?!”

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Everyone left after grabbing what they needed and congratulating the two of you, even if they were all still trying to wrap their heads around it. After the shock wore off, even Archie had said he was happy for his ‘big sister’, which delivered a bittersweet feeling since even though you had always seen Archie as a little brother, it reminded you of the brother who had reacted so badly.

It had dampened your mood considerably, but Tom was there to help cheer you up, giving you words of encouragement and sweet praise.

The two of you continued to make and eat breakfast, even if you had lost a lot of your appetite.

Tom could sense the shift in your mood, but he felt as if he couldn’t really do much in this situation, the only thing that could really help is if you were to seek out your brother and work things through.

Archie had told you to just give Jughead a little space and time before going after him, even if you had already known that. But it still felt difficult to not allow thoughts of your brother hating you for the rest of his life consume you.

But you tried. You tried and allowed yourself to be somewhat happy for the rest of the day spent with Tom, actually smiling every now and then, enjoying his company, his touches, his words, his kisses, his smile.

By 10, you knew you should go after him finally. He had enough hours of acting out childishly. He may be stern and stubborn, but those traits were strongest with you. Must be a firstborn thing, you always joked with him and your father.

Exchanging sweet ‘goodbye’s and ‘see you later’s with Tom, you left the Keller residence and walked the distance over to the Andrews residence, Archie having told you he had turned up at his house an hour or so ago.

Tom wasn’t ecstatic about letting you walk alone at such a late time at night, but you argued that you really could use the time it took you to walk to calm yourself down and think through what you had wanted to say.

And you did. The entire length of the walk, you had mulled over and planned and practiced what you could possibly say to your baby brother that would make him hate you just that little less.

Even when you knocked on their door and Fred had answered with a somewhat understanding smile, not that he actually knew the full extent of the situation, you worked on your grand speech. Even when you slowly made your way up their stairs and passed Archie on the way, him giving you a comforting squeeze on the shoulder and a reassuring smile. Even when you opened Archies’ bedroom door and found Jughead sitting there quietly.

Everything you worked out in your head dissipated when he looked up and met your eyes for a brief second. Gone.

You stared at your brother from the doorway whilst he went back to looking at the wall opposite the bed, his hands clasped in front of him, arms rested on his knees.

“Hey Jug.” He barely spared you a glance but still, he uttered a small “Hey,” back.

You took caution when moving towards the bed, sitting down beside him slowly, all whilst keeping your eye on him.

“It’s nice to see you have clothes on,” he weakly spat. As much as he wanted to be, he always found it difficult to be angry with you. Just the same as when you found difficulty in being angry with him.

You sighed. “Jug-“

“Why?” He started. “Why did you choose our friends dad?”

“I don’t know. I’m just- I’m so happy, Jug,” you answered quietly.

“He’s our friend’s dad. He’s old enough to be your dad,” Jughead spoke whilst standing, beginning to pace the room, his voice slowly raising in volume. “He’s the same age as our dad. They went to high school together!”

You were beginning to feel fed up of how he was acting, wanting to explain but believing his behaviour was more childish than it should be. “God, Jug, why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!”

You sat wide eyed at your brother, his shout surprising you, his words even more so. “What?”

He sighed and slumped down against the wall opposite where you sat on the bed, his head falling into his hands. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked quieter.

You sighed too, realising what his overreaction and outburst had really been about. You moved beside him, sliding down the wall, and wrapping your arm around his shoulders. “I don’t know. I was scared,” you started, his head lifting to look at you. “I was scared you’d react badly. Kinda like earlier,” you gave him a look and he had the decency to feel somewhat sheepish.

“You always tell me everything, just like I tell you. I just, I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I didn’t feel right that I found out like the others did.”

“I know.” You hugged him tighter. “I’m sorry, okay?”

“I’m sorry, too.” Jughead turned his body, wrapping his arms around you awkwardly in a hug which you returned, giving him a squeeze.

You pulled away, looking down at him with a small smile. “Can you stop being mad at me now?”

Jughead returned the smile. “Only if we get something from Pops’, your treat obviously.”

You laugh to which he joins in. “Sure thing, Agatha Christie.”

He stands and offers you his hand, which you take, and allow him to pull you back up to your feet. You snort as you swing your arm over his shoulders and around his neck, causing him to grumble and shove you off of him, chuckling afterward.

He steps through the doorway of Archie’s bedroom first, you following behind. You both make your way down the stairs and towards the door, calling out to Archie and Fred if they wanted to join you both.

Whilst waiting by the front door for Archie to join you two, Fred calling that he’d be okay but thanking you anyways, Jughead looked towards you, a mischievous glint in his eye and the corner of his mouth being upturned slightly.

“You do realise you still have to break the news to dad, right?”

You paled.

“Fuck.”

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I would’ve had this out a lot sooner but I’ve been so caught up with college work and had a bad case of writers block lmao

It could’ve turned out better

Could’ve turned out worse

It’s mediocre

If you wanna be added to a taglist lemme know

Anywho, I hope you enjoy

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

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Repetitive Treatment: Chapter 5

Words: 1835

AN: I can't believe people are still into this! Wow! Thank you so much!!!!!!! Please let me know what y'all think!!!! (Y/D/N) = Your Dad’s Name; (Y/M/N) = Your Mom’s Name; Also, the law enforcement part is probably inaccurate, I’m not in law enforcement, and the medical part is probably inaccurate, I’m not a doctor so just going off what I know. Enjoy!

 Warnings: Abuse

Sweet Pea wonders what Sheriff Keller is referring to. But he also wants to know if this is the reason you had stopped lecturing him on violence, and the impact of his actions. And now that his mind is travelling down that path, he questions how many times he has unwittingly scared you with his actions in the last couple months. How many times had you been standing next to him as he swung a fist into the wall, or someone’s face? How many times had you felt the desire to shrink because he lost his temper? His heart breaks even more for you, the girl who’s helped with the Picken’s Day stand, who’s bandaged him more times than he can count. Sweet Pea’s eyes are drowning in unshed tears. And these thoughts break the dam.

As your parents, FP, and Toni enter the room, they see tears cascading down Sweet Pea's face unchecked. Then they notice the sheriff, who tells them about Alex.

FP listens to the sheriff and he knows you are so much stronger than what Alex thought. He knows you’ll get through this and come out like a phoenix from the ashes. And he has absolutely no doubts that Fangs, and Toni will be there for you every step of the way. FP recognizes that Sweet Pea is going to take some time from the Serpents so he can help you with everything, and Sweet Pea is going to settle down a bit. He hopes that last part happens for the kid. As fun as it can be to watch Sweet Pea be super volatile, FP understands that his volatility can be bad for people, including his family. He looks over at your parents, who are both grief-stricken at Keller’s words. They are paling and the looks on their faces, especially your mother’s, reminds FP of the look on someone’s face when they can’t believe what is happening.

Your dad is ready to explode. Explode in fear, anger, relief. He looks down at your bruised body, and the tears that finally stopped begin cascading down his face again. He feels fear that you’ll be angry with him when you wake up, that you won’t be his little girl anymore. Anger consumes him because he couldn’t protect you, that he couldn’t stop this from happening to you, and isn’t that a parent’s worst fear? But relief swells below that, and it comes and goes like the tide. It’s because you are safe, and the person who hurt you in ways a person in his position never should, is now where he belongs, in jail. His world stopped when he heard those words over the phone from Sweet Pea. He heard the quiet anger in the boy’s voice, and he knows that Sweet Pea is just as angry as him. He is ecstatic that you have such amazing friends. Your dad knows most people wouldn’t describe the Serpents this way, but he recognizes that part of the reason he’s never had an issue with the Ghoulies or Serpents. Because as much as the Northside hates the Serpents, your dad thinks the Northside is more screwed up than the Serpents have ever been. Suddenly, he hears the stomping of what seems like a hundred boots, and a small smile ghosts his face amidst the tears due to the sound.

Toni looks up at the familiar thundering of boots stopping, and leading the charge is Fangs, followed by several, maybe all of the Serpents, but she can’t tell. She looks at those she can see, and she sees overwhelming grief on some faces, and burning rage in others. Hog Eye has both. He stands right behind Fangs, and Toni wonders if he’ll say anything. Toni watches as Sheriff Keller’s eyes widen at the sight of so many Serpents in one space at one time. She almost forgets why they’re all here, and nearly smiles. And then Toni’s mind travels back to the second time you’d travelled to the Wyrm. You had walked in, boot cut jeans, a teal shirt with elbow length sleeves, and a smirk on your face. You strode right over to the bar, as if without a worry in the world, and asked Hog Eye for a Shirley Temple. He opened his mouth, undoubtedly to make a smartass comment, when you looked him dead in the eye, and told him not to ruin your innocence. Hog Eye had nearly doubled over laughing after responding, “What innocence?” You had raised your eyebrows and a smirk resettled on your face. The bar had been quiet enough for her to overhear the rest of your conversation. And Toni still thinks that Hog Eyes views you as his surrogate daughter. To him, most kids were just kids, another Serpent, or a Ghoulie. But you had never been just another kid, another Serpent, or another Ghoulie to Hog Eye. A lot of Serpents thought he would never love again once he healed from the grief of losing his daughter to the Ghoulies' drugs, since he became the Serpent’s bartender. But Toni watched and she knew that Alex would be facing an almost literal hell if he went to prison. She hopes he would find it excruciating for him to know that all he had to do was ask for help, but was too prideful, or scared to ask. She is okay with that statement, as her cruel side once again comes out to play. She knows it reflects in her eyes.

 Hog Eye feels a lump in his throat at seeing (Y/N) in the hospital bed. He can't believe you'd allow a stupid boy to put you there. He can feel the familiar sensation of tear welling in his eyes, but he blinks them back. All he wants to do is hold you close, and promise you that everything will be okay. He wants to keep everything harmful away from you. This was too close, the hospital, you laying unresponsive in a bed, tubes coming out. It was all just too damn familiar to how he lost his daughter, and suddenly, he can't handle just standing in the doorway. Instead he makes his way over to your free side, and gently lays one hand on your shoulder.

 The first thing you feel is a warm hand holding yours. You feel the monstrous pain next, but you also feel a rough hand gently laying on your shoulder. You hear an incessant beeping, and you wonder briefly where you are. While your eyes are closed, you run through what happened: you remember Alex hitting you-not stopping, you remember looking for your phone, and you remember calling Sweet Pea. He must've found you. You decide to open your eyes, as the beeping doesn't stop. You open your eyes briefly to slam them shut, and hear a whisper.

"Lower the lights." You try again. This time you see a slew of faces surrounding you. You see FP, a man you admire deeply, you see your parents, tears streaming down their faces, and your mother's hand wrapped up in your eyes. You see Sweet Pea, a cold, quiet anger burning in his eyes, and it breaks your heart. You notice Sheriff Keller with a small smile, and you see the beginning of the Serpents starting to enter your small room. You look up by your shoulder, where Hog Eye stands and you see tears trying to break his walls. You smile cautiously at him.

"He… Hey." You try and have to clear your throat before getting it out. You hear an overwhelming sob come from the corner, where Toni sits. FP chuckles.

"Hey, kid. How are you doing?" He raises his eyebrows.

"Well, I could be better."

"I bet." FP shakes his head in amusement, which glimmers in his eyes as well.

Your mom stands up from the chair, and steps closer to the bed, "Sweetheart, I need you to know we aren't going anywhere. Dad and I are going to run to the cafeteria with a few people so you can visit with everyone." Your parents never ceased to amaze you with their generosity. Most parents would demand that everyone leave. You nod in understanding, very slowly though, to avoid more pain. Sweet Pea, Toni, FP, and Hog Eye follow them.  After they are gone, you make your way through the Serpents, starting with Fangs.

"Girl, we're glad you're okay." Fangs grins. "But the rest of us won't stay long so you can rest. Which you absolutely will do." He leans down and whispers, "Since you're always telling us that, now we can obtain revenge. But seriously, don't let this happen again. Okay? You need help, then you ask us." Tears well up in your eyes at the sincerity in Fangs' eyes.

"Mhmm." You hum in agreeance, through the tears. You make your way quietly through the Serpents before getting to Keller. "Sheriff." You greet. You take a deep breath in, which hurts like an SOB.

"Hey, (Y/N). Glad you're awake. Fangs is right. You can't let this happen. There's a reason my job exists." You hadn't thought anyone caught Fangs' whisperings. You nod shamefully. "Why didn't you tell anyone, sweetheart?"

"I was scared. Alex told me…." your voice drops at the end of the sentence, and you don't know if you have the strength to get through this. You clear your throat and try again, though. "Alex told me, that if I told anyone, Sweet Pea, Toni, my parents, you, anyone, that I wouldn't live to see the next day. And I am very prone to believe a threat like that after things he's done." You clasp your hands and look down at them, afraid to see pity, or worse blame in the sheriff's eyes. He lays his larger, warmer hand over yours.

"(Y/N), you won't have to worry about him for a long time. Trust me. He admitted to the abuse." Sheriff Keller says in a patient voice. You forget your fears and look up at him with wide eyes.

"Seriously? I- I didn't think he would do that."

"Well, he did. So you just worry about getting better. I'll keep you posted on the case, and I'm also going to recommend no bail."

Relief floods you, "Thank you so much, Sheriff Keller."

"Of course, sweetheart. Looks like your parents are back, so I'll get going." He makes his way to the door. But you can't focus on anything other than the fact that Alex admitted to the abuse. Due to this you don't hear Sweet Pea.

"(Y/N)?" You finally hear him ask.

You look up at him, "What?"

"I said are you okay?" Concern masks the anger that you can still see simmering in his brownie eyes.

"Sorry. Yeah. I just- It's just that- Did you know Alex admitted to the abuse?" You ask, shock still running through your system.

"Yeah, Keller informed us while you were out."

"Holy shit." Your eyes are still as wide as saucers.

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Chapter One; Chapter Two; Chapter Three; Chapter Four 

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CALL OF DUTY (MW/WWII)

John Price

Soap MacTavish

Ghost Riley

Gaz Garrick

Alex Keller

Alejandro Vargas

Phillip Graves

Vladimir Makarov

Rudy Parra

Red Daniels

William Pierson

Joseph Turner

Robert Zussman

Frank Aiello

Drew Stiles

CRIMINAL MINDS

Luke Alvez

Penelope Garcia (platonic🫶)

Spencer Reid

MARVEL (Avengers/X-men)

Wanda Maximoff

Tony Stark

Bruce Banner

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

Steve Rogers

Stephen Strange

Peter Parker (Tom/Andrew/Tobey)

Clint Barton

Deadpool

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Peter Quill

Quentin Beck/Mysterio

Eddie Brock

Druig

Wolverine

Bobby Drake

Erik Lehnsherr

Peter Maximoff

Hank McCoy

Scott Lang

Scott Summers

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockey

Mobius M. Mobius

Pietro Maximoff

Matt Murdock

Alex Summers

Shang-chi

Phil Coulson

Ikaris

Charles Xavier

NCIS

Timothy McGee

Jimmy Palmer

Nicholas Torres

NOW YOU SEE ME

Jack Wilder

J. Daniel Atlas

Merritt McKinney

Dylan Rhodes

Chase McKinney

SHAMELESS

Ian Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Mickey Milkovich

Kevin Ball

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Robin Buckley (platonic)

Eddie Munson

Jim Hopper

Jonathan Byers

Jason Carver

Dimitri

SUPERNATURAL

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Crowley

Bobby (platonic)

Chuck

THE BOYS

Billy Butcher

Hughie Campbell

Frenchie

MM

Homelander

Soldier Boy

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY (I still need to finish the last season😊)

Viktor Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Number Five

Luther Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

THE WALKING DEAD (+TELLTALE GAME)

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Aaron Raleigh

Paul Jesus Rovia

Simon

The Governor

Abraham Ford

Eugene Porter

Morgan Jones

Spencer Monroe

Dwight

Lee Everett

Kenny

Doug

Mark

STAR WARS

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Luke Skywalker

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Poe Dameron

Finn

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Scott McCall

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

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Theo Raeken

Liam Dunbar

Jordan Parrish

Mason Hewitt

Danny Mahealani

Aiden Steiner

Ethan Steiner

Corey Bryant

THE BOYS IN THE BAND

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Harold

Hank

Donald

Cowboy

Alan McCarthy

Michael

Larry

Emory

WHITE COLLAR

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Peter Burke

Mozzie (platonic)

Clinton Jones

DIVERGENT

Peter

Caleb Prior

Four

HARRY POTTER

Neville Longbottom

Sirius Black

Cedric Diggory

Seamus Finnigan

Viktor Krum

Remus Lupin

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Charlie Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Ron Weasley

Oliver Wood

FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM

Gellert Grindelwald (Mads Mikkelsen)

Newt Scamander

Credence Barebone

Theseus Scamander

Albus Dumbledore (Jude Law)

HUNGER GAMES

Peeta Mellark

Coriolanus Snow

Sejanus Plinth

MAZE RUNNER

Newt

Thomas

Gally

Minho

911 (and LONE STAR)

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Howie Han (Chimney)

Bobby Nash

Eddie Diaz

TK Strand

Carlos Reyes

Paul Strickland

Owen Strand

Jud Ryder

Mateo Chavez

RIVERDALE

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FP Jones

Archie Andrews

Hiram Lodge

Sweet Pea

Fangs

Kevin Keller

Reggie Mantle

Chic

Moose Mason

BROOKLYN99

Jake Peralta

Terry Jeffords

All the others (platonic only)

CHRISTIAN BALE

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

PEDRO PASCAL

Joel Miller (TLOU)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Agent Whiskey (Kingsman)

Silva (Strange Way of Life)

Francisco Morales (Triple Frontier)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

DETROIT BECOME HUMAN

Connor

RK900

Hank

Markus

Luther

Simon

Gavin

Josh

BARBIE

Ken (Ryan)

Ken (Simu)

Allan

SHERLOCK

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Jim Moriarty

Mycroft Holmes

FNAF (movie)

Mike Schmidt

Steve Raglan

SUITS

Harvey Specter

Mike Ross

LA CASA DE PAPEL

El Profesor

Berlín

Palermo

Denver

Río

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Edward Cullen

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Caius

Aro

Marcus

Demetri

Sam Uley

Garett

Tony Stark

Peter Parker (Bumping up his age)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Thor Odinson

Clint Barton

Pietro Maximoff

Scott Lang

Bruce Banner

Dr. Strange

Loki

Venom

Deadpool

Helmut Zemo

Falcon

Izuku Midoriya

Dabi

Katsuki Bakugou

Mirio Togata

Tenya Lida

All Might

Enji Todoroki/Endeavor

Hawks

Eijiro Kirishima

Shoto Todoriki

Chris Hemsworth

Chris Evans

Robert Downey Jr.

Shawn Mendes

Tom Holland

Jeremy Renner

Sebastian Stan

Henry Cavill

Zac Efron

Colby Brock

Brennen Taylor

Sebastian Stan

Jensen Ackles

Jared Padalecki

Anthony Mackey

Aaron Taylor Johnson

Misha Collins

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Matt Cohen

Bryan Dechart

Joe Manganiello

Pedro Pascal

Kim Nam-Joon/RM

Kim Seok-JIn

Min Yoongi

Jung Ho-Seok

Park Ji-Min

Kim Tae-Hyung

Jeon Jung-Kook.

James McAvoy

Ryan Reynolds

Robert Pattinson

Hugh Jackman

Johnny Depp

Scott Eastwood

Jared Leto

Ben Affleck

Ewan McGregor

Channing Tatum

Luke Evans

Tom Hiddleston

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

John Winchester

Lucifer

Crowley

Jack Kline

Young John (Michael)

Dean (Michael)

Adam (Micheal)

Archie Andrews

Jughead Jones

Reggie Mantle

Kevin Keller

Hiram Lodge

Malachai

F. P. Jones

Fangs Fogarty

Eren Jaeger

Levi Ackerman

Erwin Smith

Jean Kirstein

Reiner Braun

Kenny Ackerman

Bertolt Hoover

Clark Kent/Superman

Bruce Wayne/Batman

Arthur Curry/Aquaman

Billy Batson/Shazam (Bumping up his age)

Hal Jordan/Green Lantern

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Damian Wayne

Tim Drake

Barry Allen/The Flash

Oliver Queen/Green Arrow

Captain Cold

Captain Atom

Chris Redfield

Leon S. Kennedy

Albert Wesker

Carlos Oliveira

Ethan Winters

Karl Heisenberg

Piers Nivans

Mr. X

Cole Young

Johnny Cage

Scorpion

Kui Liang

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Jeremy Gilbert

Tyler Lockwood

Matt Donovan

Tobio Kageyama

Kei Tuskishima

Toru Oikawa

Tetsuro Kuroo

Asahi Azumane

Daichi Sawamura

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Hajime Iwaizumi

Kotaro Bokuto

Satoru Gojo

Kento Nanami

Aoi Todo

Toji Fushiguro

Ryomen Sukuna

Brahms Heelshire

Jason Voorhees

Michael Myers

Stu Matcher

Billy Loomis

Hannibal Lector

Will Graham

Norman Bates

Pyramid head

Sweeney Todd.

Bobby Drake

Scott Summers

Logan Howlett

Erik Lehnsherr

Young Professor X

Scott Mccall

Derek Hale

Peter Hale

Chris Argent

Andy Barber

Ransom Drysdale

Geralt of Rivia

Ian

Mickey

Collin Shea

Johnny Storm

Jake Jensen

Ari Levinson

Tanner Grayton

RK800 (CONNOR)

RK900 (NINES?)

Gavin Reed

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MasterList ; 105##

One night only - Sabrina Carpenter x Male Reader (Smut ()

Sakura Igawa first date headcanon

Change Time - Hiram Lodge and Tom Keller x Male Reader (Smut)

Where the night stops - Barbie x Male Reader (Smut)

Trouble in Paradise slowed down - Anika Kayoko x Male Reader

Starlight x Male Reader/Captain America dating headcannon

Sandhill thrill - MJ x Male Reader

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Serial Killer Boyfriend

YoungFP x Reader

Werewolves howl, Phantoms prowl, where witches go riding and black cats are seen, the moon full and bright whispers tis Halloween. 

It feels like magic in the night when you see the pumpkins light. Time for the ghouls and ghost to seek goodies, for people hoping for treats not tricks. 

Halloween time in our town with pep. Everyone from school invited and some not invited to this years Spooktacular Party surely must be getting ready as i am. 

🎃Now I have a story that I'd like to tell About this guy you all know him, he had me scared as hell! He comes to me at night after I crawl into bed He's burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred!🎃  

As A nightmare on my street song plays on my radio I apply my lipstick and smile when the song mentions the name Fred as it makes me think of my friend Fred Andrews, i also cant help but love the nightmare on elm street movie. Freddy Kruger what an intense killer to get you in your precious dreams i hope they make more movies like that. A noise interrupted my thoughts slightly making me jump. heading towards where it had come from i look out my window to the left then right side seeing some children running around on my street dressed up in their costumes trick or treating, the street lights shinned on my street sign that read ELM STREET. 

Thinking the noise must of been from those who are outside simply wanting candy i turn away from the half way open window i scream as i felt something grab my arm from where the window was i turn fast to face it seeing my boyfriend trying to climb through the window. I let a relived sigh leave my lips and step back in no mood to help him through my window but to watch his struggle he sure deserves it after that stunt. 

“Thank for the help babe” FP says sarcastically while finally getting him self through my window his eyes not yet even looking really at me until he stands up straight turning to fully face where i was standing by my bedroom wall. 

FP’s eyebrows raised in what looked like surprise “Wow babe, damn you look good not like that’s anything new” 

“Well i tried thank you, uh what are you suppose to be, some poor victim of a serial killer stabbing, some messed up boy with mommy issues and a daddy who just doesn't seem to love him the same these days who has a issue filled girlfriend that seems so awkward all the time who probably kills his own girlfriend because ya know always some bullshit reason to kill your girlfriend, he must of watched way to many movies” I ask him as he slowly creeps closer to where i have been standing. This is when i notice the knife in his hand. It sure don’t look like the typical cheap fake ones used for such things as Halloween costumes. That makes me raise an eyebrow at the sharp metal in his hand. Fps eyes caught my reaction to his choice in accessory for his costume and he smirks getting closer to me. 

“Nah babe this blood is of my victims” he smirks wider as his eyes seem to burn into mine “I’m the killer” he adds while he brings his knife up to his bottom lip resting it there. 

“Shit does that mean i’m the girlfriend you want to kill for some bullshit reason” i fake seriousness.

“Hmm I think ill keep you around you look to good to ruin that tight outfit” he smirks checking me out. 

“Thanks. Oh and next time use the front door you ass”

“Did i give you a fright” FP stalks even closer to just inches apart. Like he is  stalking his prey. I deny that he frightened me and i lightly push him backwards from my bubble of space done with his creepy killer vibes in my bedroom and wanting to get my party on. 

Walking out my front door like a normal none creepy person uses i turn to FP “Your not really gonna walk around with that legit knife are you, because that seems like big ole trouble to me” 

“You have no idea” FP says quietly but loud enough to hear him. I watch as he passes by me down my steps and put the knife into a holster on his jeans.

“Wait what?” I ask confused on his statement. only for him to act as if he never heard me. 

I spot a boy who looks like our friend a small ways down coming from his front lawn as we approach and it is indeed my best guy friend! 

“Oh my gosh Fred i love it i absolutely approve of this years choice in costume” I say excitedly going to hug him not caring for his eyes to slightly open wider at my revealing chest area. 

“You look.. uh wow yeah wow a good wow very good wow” Fred rambled 

“Watch it Fred” FP warned in what seemed to be a half joke half serious threat as he slaps Fred’s check lightly and they do a quick bro hug. 

“Awe my guys, my killer boyfriend and killer best friend, my Freddy as Freddy i love it, glad you didn’t go with a mask of Freddy Kruger though i prefer your pretty face” I smack Fred on the same cheek FP had done. 

“I knew you would” Fred smiles. 

“Okay i could use a drink and Hiram douche as rich as he is must have plenty at his party so hurry up move it along” FP says nodding his head ahead of us indicating for us to start walking that way. 

Hiram Lodge, rich and rude mostly describes him. someone who many of us don’t particularly like. Fred dislikes him for many reasons one being Hermione Gomez the girl Fred was into and thought she could be the one. Until she chose Hiram and his pearls over Fred and his heart. FP dislikes him for many of the same reasons Fred does but one being Me the ex girlfriend of Hiram, I thought he could be the one until our once fun filled relationship turned into a cold one into a distant one into me choosing FP over Hiram. But hey a party with free booze is our kind of party and we got the invite well me and Fred did anyways. 

Walking through the streets of Riverdale seeing all the Halloween decorations like the lights from jack-o lanterns and ghosts hanging from trees, feeling the chilling vibes of the magic that is Halloween night run through my body, the feel of a cold hand in mine making me smile at my serial killer looking boyfriend. 

I watch as few children pass us by seeing the looks shared by Fred and FP raising my eyebrow at what they could be thinking then suddenly the two teenagers yell and jump forward towards the little kids scaring them making the children scream and run off. Rolling my eyes at the two men in front of me laughing like hyenas. 

“Real mature boys” I say unimpressed at the child like behaviour 

“Its Halloween y/n lighten up” Fred laughs 

“Yeah babe its meant to be scary” FP adds

“True but no need to terrorise little kids” I shake my head at them. And continue our walk.

Nearing the house holding the Halloween party hosted by Hiram i notice some familiar faces as much as i can being with all the Halloween costumes. my eyes came upon sierra dressed as wonder woman, a perfect costume for her and her girl power woman on a mission thing she has going on. a short distance a way as well seeing tom Keller in a army costume, another typically perfect costume for the boy.

The outside of the house isn't much decorated i try to push through some of my fellow classmates with FP and Fred hot on my tail walking through the front doors. I’m impressed by what my eyes are seeing the many outstanding lights making the house look like a nightclub ready for teenagers to dance the night away, i see Halloween theme streamers and garland, hanging bats all over the roof of the house, your typical mini orange pumpkins and some painted black placed on tables, and my favourite of all the creepy images on the walls that change. 

“Boy Hiram of course with all the crap” FP looks around at all the decorations as i was. “Think he’s compensating for something Fred” FP chuckles looking to Fred who’s standing next to him. Fred laughs at his best friends remark. 

“No comment” I smirk barley looking towards FP to see his glare thrown my way. 

“Speak of the devil” Fred nods his head to where Hiram is walking towards us. Hiram lodge strolls head high nearing us wearing a medieval king costume, it makes me want to laugh at another super typical costume for the boy who think’s he is a real king, only kind of royal he happens to be is a royal pain in the ass. 

“Well well well a sight for sore eyes, in all her black beauty” Hiram steps closely in front of me with that stupid smirk and ignorant eyes. I simply fake a big smile as my only response. 

“Fred” Hiram greets in a major Hiram way that doesn't sound very greeting like. so Fred does the same. My eyes moves back and fourth between the two and landing on Hiram as his eyes land on my exposed chest thanks to my Elvira costume. This doesn't go unnoticed by my serial killer boyfriend who steps in front of me chest puffed out and eyes murdering the rich man who only smirks more at the exchange. 

“Ah FP Jones i do believe you were not sent an invite but by all means enjoy my humble adobe, oh but please don’t let your serpent behaviour disturb my gathering” 

“Hiram” is heard from behind him of course coming from Hermione. I roll my eyes at her presence dressed as a medieval queen. “Hello glad you guys can attend” she says playing the dutiful girlfriend.

“Mhm thanks” I say in the most super fake tone i can muster up and a smile to go with it as i move past them farther into the home of the devil incarnate. 

Pouring my self a much needed beverage as FP pushes some guy lightly out of his way to reach a bottle of whiskey taken the whole thing for him self.

“Are you really just gonna take the whole thing?” i chuckle

“What like he cant afford to lose out on one damn bottle y/n” 

“Okay then” i let out a small sigh hoping FP doesn't get to hammered. 

“Hey it saves me from having to stab someone to move out my way for a drink” FP pulls out his knife he had in his holster waving it around near our faces with a wide smile. I’m not sure if its because it Halloween that this whole dressed in blood serial killer thing is legit creepy, but hey its pretend right. 

“Stop waving that thing in my face before you make me lose an eye you psycho” I tell him half jokingly. he just stares at me for a moment like contemplating on something, maybe something i said. But finally after making a clicking noise with his tongue he puts the knife back into his holster. 

“Good boy” I teasingly say to him as i grab his chin giving him a kiss to his cheek. 

Hand in hand we walk around for a bit saying a few hellos to some friends of mine as FP stays silent drinking from his bottle and eyeing a few people dangerously creepy. We enter the dining room seeing people including Fred playing beer pong. 

“Y/n come be on my team I’m kicking Tom’s ass” Fred shouts to where i stand with FP by the entrance. FP looks annoyed at the thought but i don’t care he can brood and mood alone for 5 minutes well i kick some major Keller toosh. 

“Oh Keller boy its on” i challenge as Fred cheers at my comment. 

I stand tall and elegantly yet cockily toss the ping pong ball, it lands perfectly into a cup filled half way with beer in front of Tom. Tom of course drinks it. Fred and I throw a few more times ultimately winning which causes us much joy giving us the need to jump around cheering for our self’s along with others in the room, i jump into Fred’s arms smiling at our victory he spins me around laughing. 

“That was awesome y/n” Fred smiles as he put me down. 

“Tha-” I’m cut off by the dark voice of FP

“I thought i said watch it” he remarks dryly to Fred as Fred gives him an unsure look. 

“Wow okay babe laying on the crazy tonight real hard don’t you think” I tell FP furrowing my eyebrows at the bloody boy. FP scoffs and Fred backs away slowly to leave me to deal with my crazy boo. 

FP moves close to my ear and says “Nah what would be crazy is if someone losses a hand because they can’t keep them off you” and he tilts his head in that weird way like a challenging way. Then all of a sudden he’s laughing. I can’t help my face reacting as if he has gone mad. 

“Let’s keep checking out the place babe” FP says in his normal tone as if he wasn't just a crazy jealous boyfriend. And put’s his arm around my shoulders. 

We came across a room that seems like a second living room it looks like the teenagers in it are playing a game as they all sit in whats suppose to be a circle. 

“Oh look its Y/n, care to indulge us in a game of secrets and sins” Penelope’s voice rang out. she use to be a decent human being but it seems her adopted family the blossoms have really done a number on her after she accepted to be with Clifford her adopted brother. honestly I’m unsure if its even legal. 

“I don’t know about that one” I shrug not really in the mood to share a secret of any sorts. 

“Are you scared to tell us something” Clifford chimes in as he is sitting next to the red headed sister girlfriend of his. 

“Let’s go babe” FP grumbles in my ear. But i shake my head at his words. 

“No no i’ll stay” I smile and take a seat on one of the few couches in the room that have space. FP stay’s standing by the door.

“Well that makes it your turn y/n, any sinful secrets you might wanna share” Penelope asks with a wicked smirk plastered on her face as if she already knows any secrets i may have. 

“Hmm i cheated on a math test once, no that’s a lame one, uh i keyed Hiram’s car after we broke up” that last so called secret made FP chuckle. but Penelope rolled her eyes not amused by my choices of secrets. 

“I have a obsession with the movie the heather's i do as well imagine poisoning my classmates, I’m sure you’ll be able to relate” i tell Penelope with a small smile. She lets out a huff still not amused.  

“So that’s your big secrets? Really. I think not Elm Street girl” she says smiling at me. Causing me to raise my eyebrow. And she continues on. 

“You know who else lives on Elm Street, Fred Andrews right? Your friend, your boyfriends friend” she drags on

“So do you have a point or are you just obtuse” I laugh in my head at my own joke sense obtuse is opposite of something pointy. 

“Funny. You like to do a lot with that mouth of yours, like talk when know one cares to listen or make out with Fred Andrews when you think know ones looking” she smiles deviously as my eyes widen in shock. 

“What?!” is heard from the door FP in fit of rage.  

“Wait let me explain” I say to FP but he doesn't hear it he’s to busy pushing his way out of the bedroom door so i follow him. 

“FP can you slow down what are you doing let me explain” I yell for him to hear me but all i see is him on a hunt. oh no probably for Fred. Poor Fred. 

Fp reaches Fred who is in the big living room area where the drinks are and teenager’s dancing. FP grab’s Fred by his shirt throwing him into a wall swiftly reaching for his knife 

‘FP no” i shout as i near the two boys. 

“What the hell FP” Fred asks his best friend. 

“I outta kill you boy” FP barks in Fred face now holding his knife to his throat. 

“FP stop please its not what you think i swear” I plead with my now looking like a real serial killer boyfriend. 

“Y/n whats going on? Why do you have a knife? wait is that a real knife FP?!” Fred asks a bunch of questions in his nervous and scared state. We all barley notice the music had turned down a bit and people were gasping and whispering amongst them self's. 

“You touched my girl!” FP says lowly very low dangerously low. 

Fred looks beyond shocked at the news his best friend knew. He was speechless. 

“FP please let’s talk outside or in a quite room” i beg of him. 

“Screw this” FP says angrily and grab’s Fred again by the shirt only to throw him into the wall once more before backing away. “You better watch out boy” FP threatens Fred. FP disappear’s into the house and I tend to Fred. 

“Oh my gosh are you okay i cant believe he just went that psycho” I held onto Fred’s head looking over his neck and face for any injuries. Seeing a small cut from the knife on is neck, making me cringe at the fact my boyfriend did that. 

“I’m okay y/n how did he find out?” Fred asks looking guilty 

“Secrets and sins and one red headed bitch of a blossom” I remark coldly.

“I’m going to find the bathroom see if i need anything for my neck” Fred tells me as he starts to move towards the door way. 

I should look for FP to tell him the truth the whole truth to that secret. The fact that it was before i chose to be with FP, it was a drunk bad judgement call right after my break up with Hiram. 

Its been some time looking for FP i think its safe to say he left the party. Maybe that’s a good thing give him some space to calm down and when he wants to talk i’ll gladly talk to him. I haven't seen Fred in awhile either, if he ditched me i’m going to kill that athletic guitar playing boy. No sign of my best friend and the party has majorly died down with only a few students i barley know from school and the few i do know decently well like Sierra, Tom, Penelope and Clifford, Marty Mantle and Darryl Doiley and of course the host him self and his little girlfriend Heromine. 

I look around some more for Fred so we can leave, i check anywhere i can including upstairs. I come across a room at the very end of the hall and open the door slowly “Hello anyone in here?” I ask not wanting to intrude on anyone's personal business. There’s no answer. I cant make much of what’s in the room it’s very dark until i find the nearest light switch flicking it on my eyes instantly see a body on the ground. 

“Oh my god Fred?!” I move fast towards the body now seeing the crimson colour seeping through his shirt as if he has been stabbed. I couldn't control it my mouth had i mind of its own as it let out a screeching sound of horror at the sight of my best friend bleeding not a single movement made on the floor. 

I stood in shock for a moment after my scream rang through the walls catching the attention of a few of my fellow classmates as they run into the room. 

I hear gasps and what happened and omgs come from a few mouths as i stare eyes wide open at Fred on the ground. I see Tom get closer to Fred’s body when i snap out of my trance of horror. 

“Wait don’t touch his body!” i spit out before anyone can lay a finger on the boy. 

Everyone looks at me as i’m insane. 

“Finger prints and moving a body is like what tampering with a crime scene and if you have your finger prints on him guess who’s a suspect of murder” I tell everyone sternly. 

“We need to see if he is breathing!” Tom says freaked out. 

I move closer to Fred’s unconscious body not enough to touch and tell everyone to shut the hell up so i can listen for his breathing, I hear nothing. I then put my hand in front of his nose and mouth to see if i can feel air coming from his bloody body, I can not. 

“He’s not breathing guys.. he’s dead” i cry out covering my mouth in more shock. I hear little cries from the girls Heromine and Sierra. 

“This can’t be happening my parents will kill me if i through a party and there happens to be a dead body laying around” Hiram sighs

“My dad is probably gonna kick my ass” I hear Marty say in a fearful tone.

“We need to call the cop’s” Tom says

“I don’t know about that” Clifford chimes in. 

“What are you talking about that’s what your suppose to do, unless you killed him?” Tom shouts back at Clifford. as Clifford scoffs

“This could ruin our life’s what colleges are wanting to accept people involved in a murder” Penelope say’s. 

“Was that a confession?” Darryl Doiley ask’s The red head rolls her eye’s

“Who would do this” I let tear slip from my eyes. 

Everyone looks around at one another eyes scanning each other with possible thoughts that one of us killed Fred Andrews. 

“Hiram. I bet it was Hiram” Penelope says smugly as always these days. 

“And why would I do that?” Hiram asks in almost to good to be true calm manner. Everyone turns their heads to Penelope so she can further explain her accusations.

“Oh please you never did like the boy so much you even stole his girlfriend” she replies nodding towards Hermione who still have many tears on her face. 

“Please you strike me for the killing type both you Blossom’s and your weird family” Hiram spits back to the red headed girl. 

“This is so not cool guys we need to do something” Sierra says. 

“Yeah like the cops’” Tom says again 

“No, no cop’s, not until we figure who might have done it” Hiram speaks.

“We can all point fingers at each other but nothing proves either of us did it” I tell them hoping their madness would stop i haven't even had time to really wrap my head around the dead body of my best friend. 

“What about FP” Darryl Doiley speaks up from the corner of the room he’s been hiding in sense he came in after my scream. Everyone turns to look at the Doiley boy at the same time with looks that say what about him. 

“He had a knife right he held it to Fred’s throat and went all psycho doesn't that prove anything” Darryl continued 

“This is true, FP did have a weapon and is well crazy” Hiram says as a matter of fact. I roll my eyes at him. 

“No way he wouldn't .. I don’t think he would, oh my no no he couldn't” i say unsure in my own words that my boyfriend and Fred’s best friend would commit such a crime. 

“I don’t know the look in his eyes sure showed insanity” Penelope spoke

“Y/n it might be true look at the facts he was mad at Fred, he held Fred at knife point, and threatened him. It doesn’t look good for FP” Tom states

“What doesn't look good for me” FP appears in the door way of the room giving us all a fright many of us jumping at his voice. Some of our eyes wide in fear to see him in front of us hearing us talk about him. The girls Heromine, Sierra and Penelope move further away from him as they practically huddle together, Darryl and Marty look terrified, while Hiram and Tom have no expressions on their faces, then there’s me standing in the middle of everyone beside Fred’s body not knowing what to say and trying hard to keep my face a normal looking way. 

“Say hey what happened here” FP says what almost seems like a question but more of a taunt, he takes a step inside the room with his head tiled in that creepy way he does.

“Get away from us you murderer” Penelope shouts at him. 

“Hmm that’s not very nice” FP smirks deviously at her as he pulls out his knife pointing it at her “You are not very nice” he tell’s her. He looks at everyone in the room ‘In fact none of you really are. Not to me that’s for damn sure” he clicks his tongue. 

“Hey man we no what you did and its cool we wont say anything to anyone” Marty tells FP in hopes to get out of a killer situation. FP just laughs at the boys attempts. 

“FP tell them you didn't hurt Fred i know you didn't right?” i ask my own hopes rising

“We know you killed him FP” Hiram says to him

“How do we know your not the killer? huh? you like scary movies maybe your movie freak mind lost its reality button ever think of that” FP says challenging Hiram's words. Hiram scoffs. 

“Okay well if FP didn't do it and none of us did lets just call the cops” Tom says starting to walk towards the door when FP’s knife ends up nearing his face

“Na na na Keller get back” FP demands so Tom goes back to his spot by Fred’s body and near me. I look to Fred’s dead body and to FP, feeling a wave of sadness wash over me finally seeing it feeling it , that FP killed him. My eyes water as i take small slow step to FP who bares his knife still in front of him. 

“Why FP.. please tell me why” I cry slowly moving toward my killer boyfriend. 

“Why y/n! why!” he shouts manically making me jump. He turns to face the door he had just shut then back to me. 

Suddenly FP steps to me grabbing me by my throat facing me to everyone has his grip is tight on my neck keeping me in place close to him. 

“Listen FP” Sierra says trying to defuse the ticking bomb 

“No you listen you little bitch! Anyone moves and ill be happy to see what your insides look like. Takes the strength of a man to gut someone ya know” FP barks

“You all and your privileged life’s, you northsiders think your so better then everyone else!” FP shouts and his grip gets even tighter on my throat making me whimper. “Not anymore” FP drags his knife on my face as he speaks but not hard enough to cut into my skin. 

“We are sorry i’m sorry we all are sorry!” Sierra shouts

“You don’t have to do this FP let y/n go” Tom says calmly reaching his hand out

“Let her go FP” Hiram says more demanding

“Please FP you don’t have to hurt anyone” Heromine chimes in

“Oh my ” Penelope mumbles 

“Dude come on please” Darryl cries out 

“We’re sorry dude” Marty says but not enough meaning to believe it.

“If any of us made you feel less then us we are sorry if any of us picked on you we are sorry or if we made fun of you FP” Sierra speaks again apologising for everyone. And everyone’s voice rings out say yes and yeah’s agreeing to what she had said in fear for their life’s. 

“Nah” FP says then quickly spins me to face him and send’s his knife into my stomach instantly my hands go to the wound i feel the wet substance and my knees hit the floor as horror painful sounds escape my lips everyone runs to me as i turn around best i can hands red and dripping, the girls faces wet with tears the guys faces filled with horror i take one last look at my stomach hand covering it again.

“Gotcha” my head snaps up to everyone as i smile wide

“Really I’m dead no one calls the cop’s ” Fred says from the floor with his face looking towards us all. 

“What?!” everyone shouts with wide eyes and still horrified yet shocked faces all around. 

“Good job FP” Fred smiles getting up from the floor. “Man that’s tough playing dead for that long so glad no one saw me breathing when i needed to” 

“You did great man” FP smiles 

“But the blood” Hermione asks

“Corn syrup” I reply with a smile

“You are all seriously insane” Sierra says 

“That was not funny” Hiram adds sternly 

“Holy heck thank god” Tom sighs of relief 

“I can’t believe you guys” Heromine says shaking her head in dismay.

“Not cool” Marty adds 

“You had us all going” Penelope says in boredom

“Yeah” Clifford adds not making eye contact with anyone probably embarrassed that he got fooled. 

“Well can’t say you guys didn’t deserve it” FP smiles a normal smile not a creepy one at last. 

“Happy Halloween guys” Fred smiles 

“I got me one hot serial killer boyfriend” I put my arm around FP’s waist as his arm goes around my shoulder. 

“Happy Halloween” FP and i say at the same time to everyone. 

[lilydalexf]

Old School X is a project interviewing X-Files fanfic authors who were posting fic during the original run of the show. New interviews are posted every Tuesday.

Interview with Mary Ruth Keller

Mary Ruth Keller has 42 stories at Gossamer, plus her stories are at AO3. She's written a number of short standalone stories, but she's thought through the X-Files mythology and written about it probably as much as anybody ever has. So if you want to dive into the mythology and all its drama, you need to go read her mythology fics ASAP. (But read this long, interesting interview first!) Big thanks to Mary Ruth for doing this interview.

Does it surprise you that people are still interested in reading your X-Files fanfics and others that were posted during the original run of the show (1993-2002)?

Quite frankly, yes. The Kuxan Sum Cycle branches off the actual series following the Third Season episode Syzygy. I took the myth-arc as it stood at that time, post Nisei-731, and the agents in mid-Rift. Although I didn’t quite realize it when I started out, I was most interested in moving the myth-arc forward in a continuously unfurling narrative, one where Scully and Mulder became an effective investigative team who support each other as partners and friends again. After I started writing in my little corner of the X-F universe in 1996, there was a lot of stuff on the show that just happened, with no real storytelling logic to it I could fathom, but that seemed to be popular. I stopped writing in 2000 because I was frantically busy at my new job (which consumed far too many twelve-plus-hour workdays and weekends) and because my sister and I were trying to take care of my elderly, increasingly frail, Mother. So, I never expected, when I started writing in 2018 and posting again in 2019 (I reposted all my stories, in order, to AO3 and fanfiction.net, because Chermera would never have made sense without them) for readers to take an interest in myth-arc and character issues that the series writers had simply abandoned to go chase, well, anything else, especially if it made no coherent sense whatsoever. What do you think of when you think about your X-Files fandom experience? What did you take away from it?

The fandom was a lot of fun. There were many interesting, engaging discussions I took part in with other fans of the show, some of whom I am still in touch with.

Social media didn't really exist during the show's original run. How were you most involved with the X-Files online (atxc, message board, email mailing list, etc.)?

All of the above. I spent a lot of time discussing writing and characters with other writers on ATXC, except when I was actively working on my novels. Since I was doing basic research into microwave remote sensing of the Earth while working at the Naval Research Laboratory at the time – yes, I was one of those dreaded Department of Defense scientists the show had a love/hate relationship with – my writing happened at night and on weekends. Novels, especially the longer ones, take me about a year from first words on disk until release, which meant I didn’t have all the time to participate on-line as I would have otherwise. But, I enjoyed chatting with the fellow denizens of the Endies Board, and on the EMXC, Scullyfic, and Je Souhaite mailing lists. I’ve saved some of those posts and conversation threads on my older computers, where it’s fun re-reading them from time to time. What did you take away from your experience with X-Files fic or with the fandom in general?

There were a lot of generous, funny, very intelligent fans involved with X-F back then (not that there aren’t now; there are, of course). I started writing because I wanted to get the myth-arc and the characters back on-track, the long-term story moving forward and the agents again being the smart investigators I loved hanging out with on Friday nights. But, outside of having read a lot of myth, literature, fiction, and non-fiction, I didn’t know enough about the mechanics of writing fiction. Several authors were willing to help out, some explicitly through E-mail conversations, and some from general comments about crafting stories that were posted to ATXC. I had a real problem with how I initially handled dialog, which I had some E-mail guidance on, that was very much appreciated. I also had two quite diligent beta readers, one an on-line fan, and one a real-life friend, both male, who helped me with the direction of the Scully-Mulder half of Anath. I was, at the time, utterly exasperated with how the pair of them had become such complete morons on the series, both totally incapable of investigating anything successfully, which was affecting my writing the characters in that story.   What was it that got you hooked on the X-Files as a show? Ooh, boy. I’d like to say I started watching with the show with the Pilot, but I didn’t, quite. Tom Shales was the Washington Post TV critic at the time the Pilot aired – yes, not only was I a government scientist, I was living in Alexandria, Virginia, in 1992. He was intrigued by the characters and premise and found Duchovny and Anderson engaging while playing their roles. At the time, I was wrapped up trying to work on a PhD while still employed at NRL, so I tucked the review away, waiting until I had Friday nights free to check it out. I’m a great lover of science fiction, so I thought to give the show a try, eventually. [Lilydale note: I found a couple things Tom Shales wrote about The X-Files premiere in 1993: Fall 1993 TV preview article and a “Pilot” episode review.]

The first episode I sat down to watch was the First Season Darkness Falls, where Mulder and Scully get trapped at the logging camp with the Earth Firster, Doug Spinney, the logging executive, Steve Humphries, the Forest Ranger, Larry Moore, and the gooey green bugs. I was amazed by that story. It was as perfect a little piece of science fiction as I have seen on TV (except for one bit toward the end), with an environmental moral to it as well, where all the characters make good and bad choices, and they all suffer or succeed because of them.

What hooked me, really hooked me, were the first/second acts, specifically, Dana Scully’s actions, once they find the desiccated logger in the tree. The investigation is handled logically, in that it’s not the big male agent who goes shinnying up the trunk to look at the evidence while everyone else stands around watching and wailing, “Whatever shall we do!” No, it’s little Dana Scully who takes the ride to the upper branches. This made oodles of sense, in that she was this tiny woman whom two men could lever up that far with a rope, a hand winch, and pulleys. When she gets there, after grimacing (who wouldn’t, considering what she saw), she starts investigating. She does an on-the-spot post-mortem exam, while Mulder makes an ooky male-body-parts joke, but everyone takes her results seriously. I was thrilled. Here was a female character I could really relate to, someone who could hold her own in a difficult situation, unlike most of those on the tube, then or now.

I made a point, over the following summer, of watching as many re-runs as I could, catching up on the episodes and characters. The stories ran to science fiction and horror, which are my preference. Further, although there was an emphasis on the paranormal, several of the first season episodes were written so both Mulder’s wanting-to-believe-but-needing-proof intuitive, emotional approach and Scully’s logical, scientific, justice-oriented viewpoint each got the narrative coherently from initial crime to identifying and apprehending a suspect. It was some spectacular, complex writing, and I was hooked, hopelessly hooked. I discuss this some on my old author web-page, which still exists, courtesy of the Wayback machine), so I won’t belabor it. What got you involved with X-Files fan-fic? The shenanigans within the Third Season, quite honestly. The myth-arc wasn’t moving forward, as it had during the Second Season, which I really couldn’t understand. Carter had given us this bang-up start in the ABC Trilogy with all these new fictional possibilities to explore, but instead, bupkis. The MOTW’s were retreads with no depth or moral/ethical weight to them, except for Darin’s stories. The intelligent agents I had enjoyed spending time with while they pursued their oddball investigations were evaporating before my eyes. Mulder had always been this deeply intuitive character who cared about others and knew he could get it wrong, so needed Scully’s logic in their investigations, even if he didn’t always want to hear her observations and questions. But that character was being replaced by a cookie-cutter misunderstood anti-hero, who wasn’t thinking, just running off to chase butterflies, who was always right because he was The Guy. Scully, as an investigator, the little agent who could, was simply being sidelined. Sure, she’d argue with Mulder, but the writers had stopped giving her and her logical viewpoint a real role in their cases, Darin excepted, again. As the series went on, the Agent and Doctor Dana Scully I respected was replaced with this snappish little female whose only notable skill was running in high heels, who spent her time standing around with her arms crossed, and made pruney faces at Mulder if she were required to do any actual investigating. I hated that character, but, apparently, the all-male writing staff just loved her.

I knew about the on-line fandom, so I thought to check out if anybody else had noticed these “improvements.” First, I spent time at ATXF, discussing the changes with the series, that disturbed a lot of folks, not just me. Eventually, I tripped onto ATXC. There were writers there who understood the two characters, quite well, but weren’t that interested in the other problems with the show that bothered me deeply.

Like many fan-fiction writers, I decided to try to bring in, or in my case, bring back, what I was missing in what was being aired. Sins of the Fathers was the result. As I mentioned above, it was a far from perfect story, but I learned much putting it together, and it got a lot of positive feedback. So I kept writing and trying to improve what I wrote. Folks appreciated it, then and now, surprisingly, which was endless encouragement to keep going. What is your relationship like now to X-Files fandom? With work and my Mom, as I mentioned above, I dropped out for a few years. My new job is still microwave remote sensing of the Earth, at a University-affiliated laboratory, not working directly for the government, but the NASA/NSF-type funding for the research I like to do is much harder to come by, so it takes up a lot more of my time to keep funded and working. Adding to that, I haven’t found places like ATXC in the 90’s or the Endies Board, but I suppose lightning only strikes once. Were you involved with any fandoms after the X-Files? If so, what was it like compared to X-Files?

Not really, no. I’ve enjoyed other TV series, but, I never felt those shows were just throwing away essential parts of themselves as X-F did, or, if they went bad, I simply stopped watching them. A fandom is, or can be, a huge time commitment, which, as I’ve noted, I don’t have that much of. I discuss this quite extensively in my author’s notes at the end of Chermera, so I won’t repeat myself. [Lilydale note: the long author notes are at the end of the story’s last chapter, not in the AO3 notes section.] Who are some of your favorite fictional characters? Why?

As a child, I loved reading myths and legends from many different cultures. So many amazing stories, so much that touches on truth. Greek myth, Norse legends, Islamic tales, Celtic fables, all of them. It goes without saying that discovering Tolkien’s fully-realized Middle Earth in my early teens was like falling into an river of endless delights.

In literature, perhaps the character I enjoy most is Sherlock Holmes. On television/in movies, I’d have to say: Beverly Crusher, (early) Dana Scully, Susan Ivanova of Babylon 5, Pa’u Zotoh Zhaan and (early) Aeryn Sun on Farscape, Samantha Carter on Stargate SG-1, Hermione Granger, and most recently, Lagertha on Vikings. Dunno, there might be a pattern there. Possibly. Do you ever still watch The X-Files or think about Mulder and Scully?

Yes, absolutely. I started rewatching the series when it ran on BBC America, enjoying the first two seasons again. I’d actually never stopped thinking about Mulder and Scully; I just lost the time to write about them, until two years ago, when I managed to land some long-term funding so I wasn’t staying up nights writing proposals every few months. I’d have a thought about how to advance the story that became Chermera, so I’d make a mental note and play with it in my head. I also have two more novels and a satyr play left to go in the sequence of stories I want to write, so I’m turning over plot-lines and potential arcs in my head all the time. Do you ever still read X-Files fic? Fic in another fandom? I do read X-F fan-fic. Since the series has wandered so far away from what engaged me, and most fan-fic keeps up with that, I don’t read very much. As far as other fandoms, one was enough. Do you have any favorite X-Files fan-fic stories or authors?

Reaching back into the dark ages, I’d say Pellinor and Nascent. They may both be available on Gossamer. [Lilydale note: Fortunately, they are!] What is your favorite of your own fics, X-Files and/or otherwise? Zurvan is the favorite of my older stories. It, like Twelfth Night (Denha on AO3 to avoid confusion with another X-F story named Twelfth Night), builds on the past stories in their trilogies and brings the overall arc to new places. It’s fun to uncover surprises when writing and develop challenges to address in the future, which both of those stories did. Do you think you'll ever write another X-Files story? Or dust off and post an oldie that for whatever reason never made it online?

I’d certainly like to. I had planned to write three trilogies with their satyr plays, each of them focusing on an aspect of the mythical Triple Goddess: Maiden, Matron, and Crone, in the X-F universe. Only, being me, I turned it around. Sandra Ann Miller (Samantha) is the Maiden, but I’ve just started telling that part of the arc with the transitional Anath and the first trilogy story Chermera. I’m approaching this trilogy as a coherent tale spread across the three novels, which is different from the other two. The Caroline Lowenberg Trilogy didn’t really get organized until Twelfth Night. It was only the third story I’d ever written, so perhaps I can be excused. The Dana Scully Trilogy was all interconnected, but that was more of an organic, rather than a pre-planned and deliberate, effort. I didn’t really grasp the full arc of what I was creating there until I was writing Chermera and looked back over the threads running from Rustic Suite through Anath. The next story in the Sandra Ann Miller Trilogy involves the exposure of the Japanese arm of the Consortium, but, I need to read up on Japanese history, myths and legends, and world view before I write it. After finishing and posting Chermera, that’s what I’ve been doing. The conflict between Amaterasu, the Sun goddess, and her ne’er-do-well brother Susanoo-no-Mikoto, the god of, among other things, storms, marriage, and love, as told in the Kojiki and the Nihongi (both written down in their near-final forms at the same time as we in the West were just recording the first skeletal versions of the Arthurian Legends), will definitely get worked into the Sandra Ann Miller Trilogy. I’m starting to put the arcs and plot-lines together, but, I’m not ready to begin writing yet. Do you still write fic now? Or other creative work? As I’ve discussed, I do. Part of why I take my time is because Mulder and Scully are owed real, challenging cases to solve - the two intelligent agents with their own approaches, strengths, and weaknesses, remember. Partly, because I have original fiction ideas I’d like to pursue. Trying to do the best I possibly can in the sheltered world of X-F where I attempt to create stories with universal themes, well-realized settings, coherent plot-lines, and original characters who resonate with my readers is practice for the original fiction. I’ll never write the Great American Novel (whatever that is), but I’d like to write stories that are as good as I can make them and fun for my readers, so I keep plugging. Where do you get ideas for stories? Reading and thinking, mostly. I try to look for ideas that haven’t been done to death, or different approaches to old themes. I have four original novels I scribble mental notes on. After I bring this myth-arc I’ve been working on to its (to me) logical resolution, I hope I’ll be able enough of a writer to get started on them. What's the story behind your pen name? Actually, it’s my real name. At the time I started writing, I didn’t think to do anything else. On ATXC and Gossamer, I wrote several of the shorts that are separate from the Kuxan Sum Cycle under the pen name Lise Meitner. She was a Twentieth Century theoretical physicist who explained nuclear fission, then was cut out of a Nobel prize because the judges of her day thought Marie Curie and Irene Joliot-Curie were “enough” women physicists working in radioactivity to be so honored. [Lilydale note: here’s her Wikipedia page. Among many other fascinating things talked about there, she was nominated for the Nobel Prize 48 times in two different categories and had the 109th chemical element, meitnerium, named after her. She also escaped Nazi Germany in a plot involving trains, boats, planes, and an emergency diamond ring. You really ought to read about her.] Do your friends and family know about your fic and, if so, what have been their reactions?

I’d shared the first five of my novels with my family back in 1996. They liked them, my sister especially. I’m not sure they knew what to make of them. I haven’t shown them to my in-laws, but, I think my sister-in-law found them on her own. We haven’t discussed them, as they aren’t her usual preference, which is Romance. One distant blood relation was thrilled to discover them on-line and wrote me about them. My sister, though, is my (self-admitted) biggest fan. When we were kids, she and I shared a bedroom, where I’d make up stories to tell her at night so she could fall asleep. She and I correspond regularly by E-mail (she’s in Florida and I’m in Maryland). Back while I was working my way through Chermera, she asked out of the blue if I was ever going to write any more. She was thrilled to hear I had been but she doesn’t have regular Internet access other than at her job. I made printed, bound copies of all my stories to mail to her last Christmas. She loves them, bless her. Is there a place online (tumblr, twitter, AO3, etc.) where people can find you and/or your stories now?

I’ve sent Chermera to Gossamer, but, it hasn’t been updated since July 2018. All the rest of the stories are there.

At AO3, my stories are under: https://archiveofourown.org/users/mrkeller. The Kuxan Sum Cycle is linked together at: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1555492.

I’ve published the Lise Meitner stories under my own name there: Faustus Mulder; Late Night Thoughts on Evolution, Hard Times, and Lost Pets; You Just Don’t Understand; and Lux Perpetua. Since I could separate out the trilogies into their own cycle, it just made sense.

At fan-fiction.net, they’re under: https://www.fanfiction.net/~maryruthkeller

Again, the Lise Meitner stories are under my own name. Since fanfiction.net doesn’t have a linked series option like AO3, I’ve added a header to all eleven of the stories in the Kuxan Sum Cycle so far explaining the order. The novels all are tagged with thumbnail versions of the covers I made for them. Also, the literary quotes I started each chapter and begin and end each story with, are kept in the AO3 versions, but are removed at fanfiction.net to avoid potential copyright issues. Shakespeare, Christine de Pisan, the Popol Vuh, the Ugaritic myths around Anath, and others are all long out of, or never were in, copyright, of course, but, just to be on the safe side, I’m following fanfiction.net’s rules.

If folks care to write, I’m still at my old eclipse address: mrkeller@eclipse.net. Is there anything else you'd like to share with fans of X-Files fic?

Enjoy it, use it as an opportunity to make connections and expand your horizons as a storyteller. Fan-fiction was much more of a home-grown effort back in the 90’s than it is now, when there are how-to books, of all things. But, don’t get so wrapped up one forgets about real life. That’s where all the best stories are.

(Posted by Lilydale on October 27, 2020)

[joviewinchester]

Jovie Winchester: An Introduction to my Account

A/N: Aye! What’s up, y’all. This is me finally making a tumblr account. If you want to check out my other work, I have a Wattpad account @JovieForbes, so if you like this you should go check that out. I’m trying to be more organized on this account than on that one. This is basically a clean slate. I will triple check my grammar on here, and when I finally figure out how to make a masterlist, I might do that too. I might try and transfer my supernatural imagine where I remade the Changing Channels episode with the reader. That one’s my favorite, or I wouldn’t even bother. Below, I will put lists of characters I do for each of my fandoms, and if you would like to make requests you can. If you make requests, tell me if you want it to be platonic or not especially for the girls. All of these will be character x fem! reader because that is what I’m comfortable with. Once again, feel free to request! ❤️

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Gabriel

Lucifer

Balthazar

Crowley

Charlie Bradbury

Jack Klein

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Tyler Lockwood

Jeremy Gilbert

Enzo St. John

Silas

Kai Parker

Katherine Pierce

Caroline Forbes

Elena Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

The Originals

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Marcel Gerard

Hayley Marshall

Camille O’Connel

Jackson Kenner

Legacies

Hope Mikaelson

Lizzie Saltzman

Josie Saltzman

Milton Greasley

Rafael Waithe

Kaleb Hawkins

Landon Kirby

Riverdale

Archie Andrews

Jughead Jones

Reggie Mantle

Betty Cooper

Veronica Lodge

Cheryl Blossom

Toni Topaz

Sweet Pea

Kevin Keller

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ann Perkins

Ben Wyatt

Chris Traeger

Tom Haverford

Donna Meagle

Jean Ralphio

Bobby Newport

The Office

Michael Scott

Dwight Schrute

Pam Beasley

Jim Halpert

Kelly Kapoor

Angela Martin

Andy Bernard

Holly Flax

Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson

Mike Wheeler

Nancy Wheeler

Will Byers

Jonathan Byers

Billy Hargrove

Lucas Sinclair

Teen Wolf

Scott Mcall

Stiles Stilinski

Derek Hale

Peter Hale

Lydia Martin

Allison Argent

Isaac Lahey

Brett Talbot

Liam Dunbar

Theo Raeken

Kira Yukimura

Malia Tate

Jordan Parrish

Once Upon a Time

Peter Pan

Henry Mills

Regina Mills

Emma Swan

Killian Jones

Jefferson

My Babysitter’s a Vampire

Benny Weir

Ethan Morgan

Jane Morgan

Sarah Fox

Erica Jones

Rory Keaner

Jesse Black

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Nicholas Scratch

Theo Putnam

Sabrina Spellman

Ambrose Spellman

Rosalind Walker

Caliban

Harvey Kinkle

Prudence Blackwood

New Girl

Winston Schmidt

Nick miller

Winston Bishop

Jessica Day

Cecelia Parikh

Request Prompt Lists

[lilxberry]

‘Evil’ Step-mom - Kevin/Tom Keller (Platonic/Romantic)

Requested by: @thanossexual​

Hi! So if you decide to write for Riverdale parents could I perhaps request Tom Keller x Reader, Platonic! Kevin Keller x Reader , where Y/n is in her thirties and is engaged to Tom and Kevin's friends come over to cheer him up when they find out cause they think that he's mad or sad but he's actually getting along with the reader and gossiping with her about boys and teenage drama and their reaction is just priceless when Kevin tells them that he's basically on best friend terms with Y/n. 😎

Ofc feel free to ignore this request if you don't like it!

I LOVED this request so of course I wasn’t gone ignore. With this, I mainly focused on giving a little detail between Kevin and readers’ relationship and how the girls had assumed that Kevin would be upset with Tom and readers’ engagement.

I do plan on making a part two, where I would focus more on Tom and reader, maybe a slightly prequel about the night they had gotten engaged or the aftermath of their engagement. Maybe a lil’ conflict between whatever Josie’ mom name is and the reader. (I lowkey don’t care. She is just as irrelevant to me as she is hot lmao). Maybe because she’s jealous or something, I dunno, I’m brainstorming rn.

Anyways, I’ve waffled on long enough so I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: None really, just humour tbh. I’m shocked too.

Words: 777

Pairings: Kevin Keller x reader (Platonic) (Female Reader). Mentions Tom Keller x reader (Romantic)

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Kevin’ morning had been a…confusing one at that. At soon as he walked through those doors to enter the school, the girls had flanked him and offered him their ‘condolences’, even Cheryl. His raised eyebrow and utter confused expression were definitely comical and just so him.

They had refused to bring whatever was supposedly upset him up or give some form of explanation to the young man, leaving him with little to no answers and a sore neck from all the shaking he has done through the day.

This continued until, finally, the bell to signify the end of last period sounded, giving the student body the freedom, they had craved all day.

Kevin had no desire to rush, wanting to take his time to put whatever textbooks into his locker and collect whatever he may need until tomorrow. But the girls had other plans. As soon as Kevin had passed the door exiting the class, he was flanked. Veronica on his right, Betty to his left.

“C’mon Kev, we’ve got some shakes to sip at Pop’s,” stated Veronica, clearly showing that he had no say in whatever they had planned. “Cheryl and Toni are going to meet us there.”

Kevin sighed deeply through his nose as he rolled his eyes before offering both of his arms to the girls which they quickly linked with their own. “Fine, but I need to get something from my locker.”

“Come on then, we don’t have all day,” Betty remarked playfully, eliciting a collective chuckle from the trio as they began to walk down the hallway and towards Kevin’ locker.

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Being sat with the girls at Pop’s really hadn’t given Kevin any clarity on why they were acting so weird. Weirder that what would be considered standard rate in Riverdale, at least.

“As much as I’ve loved the attention from my girls, truly, can someone please tell me why you’re all acting strange?”

Toni, Veronica and Betty had all simultaneously decided to take another sip from their milkshakes as they adverted their gaze. Cheryl had looked towards each of her female companions before sighing exaggeratedly and turning her attention towards Kevin who sat opposite to her.

“I don’t understand why you would want to bring it up and not just accept how great friends we are being right now. I mean, the amount of support we’re showing you at this terrible time is impeccable,” the red head spoke, slightly trailing from the point.

Kevin gave her a blank stare, waiting for her to finally spill what was going on. She sighed once more before speaking again. “We are simply trying to help you through the terrible news of your father proposing to Y/N.”

Kevin’ eyebrows furrowed; face scrunched up into confusion. Why was that terrible news? He greatly liked Y/N, he loved that she was now finally going to join the family officially. He was even the one to push his father to propose. Hell, he was even there when he had done so.

Shaking his head, he stuttered slightly as he spoke. “I-I don’t understand. Why is that bad?”

All heads at the table had snapped to look at him, all held a look of utter shock, as if he what he had said were incredulous.

“I thought it was gonna be an evil step-mother situation, honestly. We all did.” Toni was the first to break the silence, voicing what everyone had clearly thought was his feelings about you.

Kevin shook his head, a smile now forming on his lips. “No, I love Y/N. She’s awesome and she makes my dad happy, which makes me happy. Plus, we gossip all the time. Half of the drama I’ve know has been because she constantly texts me.”

Veronica smiled at Kevin as she rested her hand upon his arm in a friendly manner. “I’m sorry we got it so wrong. I’m glad, we’re glad, that you love her so much.”

“Yeah. We should have asked. We’re all sorry.” Betty gave him as side hug which he had happily returned.

“It’s fine. But yeah. Maybe ask next time.” They all shared a small laugh, resuming the chit chatting from before, taking sips from their shakes once more.

Quickly finishing off his drink, he looked towards the girls before speaking up. “I should get going, me and Y/N kinda have a movie night planned.”

“And you didn’t invite moi?!” Veronica feigned insult with an overdramatised gasp and hand over her chest. “Have fun, Kev.”

After more farewells from the rest of the girls, Kevin hastily left the diner, on his way to spend time with his favourite gossip guru and soon-to-be step-mom.

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Honestly, can we appreciate how quickly I have gotten these last two fics out because holy shit lmao

I really did have fun writing this and hope I can create a good part 2 where I focus on the relationship between Tom and reader

Anywho, I hope you enjoy

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

[fanfics4all]

Northside Serpent Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

More to come

[chameleon-of-the-fandom]

Repetitive Treatment: Chapter 4

Words: 2013

Warnings: Abuse

A/N: (Y/D/N) = Your Dad’s Name; (Y/M/N) = Your Mom’s Name; Also, the law enforcement part is probably inaccurate, I’m not in law enforcement, so just going off what I know. Enjoy!

Sheriff Keller arrives at the crime scene and walks into the open door, announcing his presence to the presumed empty home. He looks around at the disaster in the living room and he can picture you being thrown against the wall where the hole is, and Alex's fist flying into the spot where the smaller hole is. He stares in disbelief at the mess in front of him. He has never understood what possesses someone to beat the person they love to a near death. He turns and gives orders to his deputies to secure the house. As they begin to do so, Keller pulls out his cell to take pictures of the crime scene, as the crime scene technicians were an hour out. Half an hour later, Sheriff Keller has all the evidence he needs, minus the victim's statement, obviously. He hears shouting coming from the direction of the front door. He trudges over. Arguing with a deputy is Alex Arbin. 

"Sheriff, what is going on? Why are deputies milling around my home?" He demands.

"Son, you are under arrest." Keller pulls out his handcuffs from their holder on his belt and listens to them click as he carefully tightens them around Alex's wrist.

"What am I under arrest for?" Keller listens as Alex yells.

"Domestic abuse. Possibly more." This shuts Alex up, and Keller is grateful. He is still coming to terms with the fact that a kid he has known for years, hit his girlfriend.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can and will be held against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been stated to you?" Tom asks.

 Alex answers in the affirmative, but he is in shock. He thought he had threatened you well enough about going to the cops. Apparently not. Although, this should be over fairly fast, after all, Alex has known Mr. Keller for years. So, he waits. He'll play the game. He pulls out his, "I'm a young person, what is going on, I don't understand" mask.

 Tom Keller asks a deputy to drive Mr. Arbin to the station before climbing into his own squad car and following them. When they arrive, he follows the teen and the deputy into an interview room.

"With your rights in mind, are you willing to talk about why we're here?"

"Yes, sir."

"Okay. Other than the charge, do you know why you are here?"

"No, sir. I don't. What's going to happen?" Alex asks, a slightly frightened look on his face.

Tom sighs and rubs his hand over his face, "You have accused of domestic abuse."

"What?" Alex's voice hitches, and his eyes dart to the left before once again landing on the sheriff. Tom catches this movement and starts to catch on to Alex's little act.

"Yeah. And that's the thing, I suppose. You're living room is trashed, and (Y/N) is in the hospital."

"I didn't lay a hand on her." Denial spews from Alex.

Tom decides to play along to Alex's performance. "Yeah. I thought so, but tell me, what really happened, Alex?"

"I don't know. We were watching some TV and then she made a comment about how ugly the character on TV was, and I know that behind the characters are real people, so I argued back saying that she didn't need to be rude. And then she blew up."

"Oh?" Tom knows he hit the sweet spot where Alex was going to do nothing but talk and not think about what he said as Alex continues.

"Yeah, she started throwing things are the room. Pictures of us, a vase my mom loves. Everything. I thought she was going to hit me, so I left because I didn't want to get injured and have to make a report."

"But what did you hit the wall with?" Keller doesn't hesitate on anything in the question or asking.

"My fists. Bloodied my knuckles." Alex stops for a moment, then glares at the Sheriff. "Wait a minute."

"You just admitted to hitting the wall, what else did you hit?"

Alex knew he was busted. "Damn it. Wait. Don't you have to wait for my parents to be here before you can question me?" Alex smirked. He thinks he has Tom in a corner.

"Alex, when was your birthday?" Alex tilts his head confused.

"Two days ago, why?"

"You're legally an adult. You turned eighteen two days ago, didn't you?" Tom shrugs carelessly.

"Fuck." Alex looks at the table. "Yes." He murmurs.

"What else?" Tom asks in frustration.

"What?" Alex doesn't quite understand the question that Keller is asking.

"Since you already admitted to hitting the wall, what else did you hit?"

 Alex realizes that Sheriff Keller knows what happened, and that he is lying. "I hit (Y/N)." No point in denying it now, Alex thinks. He wonders how this is going to end.

 "How long?" Tom growls, attempting not to slam his hands down on the table in anger.

"What?" Alex isn't trying to play the innocent card, but legitimately doesn't understand the question.

"How long has this been happening? How many times have you gotten mad at her, and used your fists or something more solid to express that emotion on her? How long have you been painting her skin with purples, blues, greens, and yellows? As if she's your own personal canvas." He growls in explanation.

"Three or four months. Maybe a little longer. I-I'm not sure." Alex's eyes had widened at the way the sheriff describes his act and the disgust Keller has for the young man almost seems tangible to him. Sheriff Keller thinks briefly that Alice Cooper would be proud of the word vomit. Tom feels disappointment, relief, and anger rush through him, the former two battling for being the winning emotion. Disappointment at the fact that Alex thought it okay to hit another person, much less his girlfriend. Relief that they wouldn't have to go through a lengthy trial and he could inform (Y/N) of this as soon as she woke up. And anger. Anger that Alex, a kid he's known and loved for years, did something this stupid and violent. Tom stands up from the table, and walks out the door. He can't be in there anymore without doing something stupid. It's kinda funny though, Tom thinks, he was so adamant about not being questioned without a parent present, yet he didn't ask for a lawyer. He chuckles humorlessly as he walks away from the interview room.

 He walks to the sally port, where his squad car remains. He crawls into the driver's seat and rests his head on the steering wheel for a moment. He wonders when small town life became such insanity. Children beating up their significant others, serial killers running around town. Fathers murdering their own children. Those same children solving mysteries better left to the police. Drugs running rampant due to a particular gang. Another gang that causes more violence, but avoids the drugs. The upper class of town creating those drugs and hiding them in maple syrup. The rival of that upper class family blackmailing the mayor. His life has become so chaotic, and suddenly, all Tom wants is to be young, in love, and have no worries again. Those had been the days. He wishes that he could turn time back sixteen years ago, when Kevin was little and the worst harm that could come to him was something extremely simple. When the worst thing Kevin worried about was when he'd get fed next, or what toy he'd play with next. With this nostalgia, came a stronger sense of relief. This was for the fact that he had not had to complete a death notification, and that he didn't have to notify your parents at all. He was glad that he'd not been standing on your door step telling your parents, people that he'd been friends with for years, that you were in the hospital and he was still investigating the cause. Because had someone else found you, he knows he would have arrived to the situation your best friend had found himself in. And Tom knows that would've been the final moment as a Sheriff for him. Seeing you on the ground, bleeding, limbs twisted at odd, unnatural angles. That would've been the case he solved only to walk away from the job to go hug his girlfriend. He has no doubts about it. He sits up, because he has good news for a broken girl and her parents. He did the one thing to help that he could. He caught her abuser.

 As Tom drives to the hospital, he wanders the dark path that is your case, though. He wonders why you never said anything, why you never spoke up, even to your best friend. Scratch that one. He understands why you never said a word to Sweet Pea. That kid was 6 feet of intimidation, especially when he was angry. Damn, that kid could melt an iceberg with his anger.  Tom knows the stereotypical reasons for someone to remain quiet about abuse. But you knew you were loved, and he thought your parents had taught you it was never the victim's fault. He finally arrives at the hospital. He parks the Crown Vic, and heads toward the main entrance. He's in uniform so the receptionist at the front desk doesn't question his presence. Until he stops at her desk. She looks over her dainty black glasses at him.

"Can I help you, sir?" she asks.

"Yes, ma'am. I was wondering if (Y/N) had been admitted?" He questions.

"Oh, yes. She has. Do you need the room number?" She chuckles quietly before answering her own question at Sheriff Keller's raised eyebrow. "Of course you do. Otherwise you wouldn't have asked. She's in room 118. Down the hall to the left."

"Thank you, ma'am." He tilts his hat down at her in gratitude. He subsequently pulls it off in habit. He follows her directions down to your room. When he stops in the doorway, he sees you laying in the bed, casts, bandages, and tubes running over your small expanse. He doesn't see your parents, but notices Sweet Pea asleep in the chair next to your bed. Sweet Pea's hair is messy, and sticks out in odd places. He walks quietly over to your bed and grasps your hand gently. He doesn't notice that Sweet Pea slowly awakens, having felt his presence in the room.

"Sheriff?" The young man asks, almost like he's afraid a spell's been cast over the room, and he doesn't want to break it.

"Hello, Sweet Pea."

"What are you doing here? Don't you have an investigation to complete?" Sweet Pea digs.

Tom ignores the dig, and responds, "It's done. He admitted to doing it. Didn't take much to break him." Sweet Pea doesn't respond. Tom turns and lets go of your hand, but not before gently tucking back into your side. As Tom meets Sweet Pea's gaze.

"How-" Sweet Pea cuts himself off, as if he can't stand to hear the rest of his question. Tom knows exactly what he's asking.

"Alex said three or four months. Maybe longer."

"Fuck." Tom admires the self-restraint the boy shows by not immediately storming off.

"I was surprised to find him alive and well, not to mention one piece." Tom raises an eyebrow.

"Couldn't very well just leave my best friend alone and fighting for her life. She lectures me enough on violence. Not lately, but I guess, before." Tom knows exactly what Sweet Pea means. He likes what he is reading between the lines. "Son, give her a few months and then give it a chance. Be gentle. You won't be able to be the rough and tumble type you are right now. You'll have to slow down a bit, and quiet down. But eventually, you'll both get there."

 Chapter One; Chapter Two; Chapter Three 

 tags:

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@quinn-e-dawson

@writing-yj

@chipster-21

@serpentmo

@falling-stars-never-cry

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