beomnalwonnie

[beomnalwonnie]

jack champion x reader in behind the scenes of avatar where they're always seen asleep on each others shoulders?

THIS IS SO CUTE AAA

Good Days

PAIRING: Jack Champion X gn!reader

SUMMARY: in Jamie’s little YouTube documentary he took of behind the scenes for Avatar you and Jack are always asleep on each others shoulders.

A/N: im going through my requests and doing my best to zoom through them also trying to get inspo for the new Jack fic 😛🫶 Hope you enjoy, my loves! ALSO THIS WILL BE TOTALLY INACCURATE idk what actors do when they aren’t filming I tried watching interviews to get info but they gave me nothing so this is the best I can do </3

this reminded me of good days by SZA 🥹

Since Avatar 2 came out in December a few behind the scenes clips have been released. The most popular one being Jamie’s documentary he made on YouTube. It was so cute it brought you to tears the first time you saw it, all the happy memories of filming overwhelmed you in the best way possible.

Before watching it you didn’t realize how you and Jack were almost always around each other. Specifically you guys were always asleep on each other. Your smile got even brighter as you watched a clip of you and Jack when you were younger resting before you guys had to film. You were both sitting in your trailer and still had the dots on your face and the performance capture suits on and your hair was still up. You could hear Jamie and Bailey laughing in the background as the went into they trailer and filmed you both.

Jamie and Bailey walked in the trailer, camera in hand, “Y/N can i get an interview with-“ he cut himself off when he saw you and Jack asleep. You were sitting on the small couch with your head on his shoulder. Bailey awwed at the two of you while Jamie boo’d and that made Bailey nudge him before they both walked out, playfully bickering with each other.

You kept watching the video and the second time you saw you and Jack asleep was in the car. It was taken at least a year later. The younger cast decided to go to the beach for a break and you two were asleep in the car. This time he had fallen asleep against you. Jamie was filming Trinity talking and she pointed out you and Jack.

“Look they’re asleep!”, she whisper yelled. “Oh, when are they not?” Jamie responded before turning the camera to you both. You were against the window and Jacks head was on yours, because of the height difference. “They look so peaceful.” Bailey quietly laughed before Trinity got bored and bugged her to play something with her.

You grinned as you watched different clips of you and your cast mates. Premieres, hang outs, dinners, little interviews. You were really glad Jamie put this together. There was a clip of Jack giving you a piggy back ride while Trinity chased you two around. You listened to what Bailey, Filip, and Jamie had to say about the whole process while clips of you and your cast mates having fun played in the background.

Near the end of the video there was a third clip of you and Jack asleep. You truly didn’t know that it was a thing between the two of you before watching this video, but it was special. In the third clip it was when you guys were a little older, at least 15-16 and you were in a hotel lobby. Bailey had the camera this time.

The camera was pointed at the two of you, “And here we have the two lovebirds!” She then pointed it back to herself. “I wonder how many shots Jamie has taken of them asleep. How many do you think, Trinity?” Bailey pointed the camera towards Trinity, who was next to her. She put her finger on her chin, pretending to think. “At least 10.” “10? I think it might be a few more but I’m not sure how many he’ll use.” Bailey flipped it to you both again while her and Trinity made bets. Your head was on his shoulder and your hands were intertwined.

You closed your computer and smiled to yourself while you looked to see Jack asleep next to you.

THIS IS SO ADORABLE AND NOT PROOF READ!!

tags: @ashlesys-blog @dizzyscreams @beary-rambles @ang3lik

[beomnalwonnie]

*ೃ࿐TO FAULT A NET

[ ACT I: KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE ]

spiderman! ethan landry x black cat! reader

#SYNOPSIS— you stumble across a murder, ethan has daddy issues, you think spider-man's an easy fight, and spider-man makes a deal with you.

#CONTAINS— enemies to lovers, slowburn, antihero&vigilante reader, familial issues, gore, blood, murder, death, sexual/suggestive content (in this part & some other parts), reader is overly flirtatious

#AUTHORSNOTE— is anyone really surprised that i started a new series? no, but i will warn you rn that this series won't be incredibly accurate to marvel and scream (obviously), so if that bothers you, don't read!

your feet moved quickly as you ran from rooftop to rooftop, the sound of distant sirens moving father and farther away from you was like music to your ears. it would've calmed you down— maybe even slowed your running —if it weren't for the fact that you had a shadow. a comically dressed shadow in red and blue.

the continuous sounds of webs being shot at you was the only thing keeping you running towards nothing. running away from the metropolitan museum (which you didn't even steal from, by the way) with some insect man close to your feet.

"hey, wait! lady, stop!"

and he wouldn't shut up. constantly calling at you, trying to catch your attention like some fanatic. it would've almost been cute if you weren't avoiding capture.

you didn't even turn back to look at him, forcing your body to move faster and faster until your momentum was stopped by a web hitting your ankle. you growled in annoyance, reaching down with your unsheathed claws to cut yourself free from the webbing, until you were harshly pulled onto a roof by the masked hero himself.

you laid on the rooftop, staring up at new york's very own spider-man (who was never a problem until a couple months ago, when he seemingly appeared out of nowehere). covering your obvious discontent, you smiled a malicious smile. "hi, spider," you said, before kicking his knee back and forcing him to fall. his groan of pain met your ears as you threw a punch at his face, one he quickly dodged.

"are you another hero?" he asked between kicks and punches, completely ignoring the fact that you were both in a fight. it didn't seem like much of a problem for him, as he was far too focused at multitasking between asking you personal questions and dodging your attacks. "i take that questions back— if you were, you wouldn't be attacking me right now," another dodge, "but you brought that painting back to the museum! but you also stole it so it's a bit of a question of morality, so i think i have to turn you in—"

you grabbed his arm and pinned it behind his back, your other hand coming up to wrap around his neck. your sharp claws dug into his neck, making him hiss in pain as you leant in close to his ear. "do you really think you can turn me in?" your hand let go of his neck but remained close to his face, your pointer finger coming to play with the edge of his mask. you pulled it up, only making it halfway up his face, before he broke free from your grasp.

but once he turned around, you were already gone.

some say that when your father died, the rich people of new york were finally able to breathe. finally, their endless valuables were finally safe, their priceless collections of stolen art, their rows of cars enough to pay any college kid's tuition, and their bank accounts were now all free from his iron grasp. gone was the man who had taken what he wanted and got it, gone was any trace of his legacy or his family; walter hardy was dead.

he always claimed that of all the valuables in his hands had taken, you were his most prized possession. the one person he would lay down his life for, and to have him gone.. it was all too unfair. all too wrong for him to die trying to get back to his daughter.

so that was why you had taken his place. black cat no longer became something policemen and journalists used to reference your father. that title was something you chose to share with him, because as policemen talked over their little radios about the burglary on west 81st street, you were already miles away, listening to their pathetic voices over the radio.

it was halloween in new york, and while many homeowners chose to stay home and tend to their candy duty, others were off partying at their friends' houses, oblivious to the fact that you had already deactivated the alarm to their home. three houses in the span of one night; you were sure that your greed would be your downfall one day.

but as you raised your hand up to the moon, watching how the rays of light danced along your wrist, you knew in your heart that your greed ran deeper than simple wants. you had your reasons.

a blood curdling scream met your ears, making you hurriedly shove the jewels into a pack and unsheathe your claws, ready to attack. walked near the edge of the building, the squelching sound of blood reached your ears, making you all the more on edge as you peered off the side just in time to watch a man shove a mask (the same mask from that one movie, stab) into his bag and turn a corner.

your eyes focused on the woman in yellow, dead and seated against the wall with blood pouring from her chest like a fountain. not a sound was made as you climbed down the wall and landed on your feet, cautious as you stepped closer to the unresponsive body.

"fuckin' asshole," you murmured as you observed the body, eyebrows furrowing. the woman, blonde and pretty, looked familiar to you. leaning down to take a closer look at her face (and careful not to step in the growing pool of blood around her), your eyes widened when you fully took in your features.

that was a film professor at your college.

wordlessly, you pulled out your phone and called a number you've never typed in your life.

"manhattan police department," the policeman stated.

"laura crane was just murdered in front of a manhattan bar." and with a click, you hung up.

the sound of that familiar thwip and landing feet made detective bailey roll his eyes in annoyance. just when they had gotten the reporters and journalists in control— a certain masked individual just had to make an appearance. "you aren't supposed to be here," he said in annoyance, turning to look at the masked hero.

"don't you know my m.o by now? like, isn't that your job?" spider-man asked with a cock of his head, obviously enjoying his teasing. "but you can't really.. not allow me to be here. i'm here to help, after all."

"i'm not letting some kid help," detective bailey practically growled, but the hero was already pushing past him to look at the body.

from beneath the mask, ethan hid his shock at the sight of one of his college's professors, dead and staring blankly into empty space. as if constantly being around his estranged his father wasn't enough; now a professor from his college was dead.

"what? bug man finally ran out of things to say?" detective bailey asked snarkily, making ethan snap out of his stupor.

"no, da— detective," ethan said in a faux matter-of-fact voice, squatting down to look closer at the dead body. he almost cringed at the slip up he just made; if only his father knew. "can't a man observe in silence?"

it wasn't like ethan had planned his superhero life out. he had moved to new york right after his brother's death for college, and being desperate to leave his brother's horrible crimes behind, he changed his last name. calls to his dad and his sister became texts. visits became nonexistent. even after he was bitten and took on the superhero roll he was desperate to move on, and right when he believed he finally was, his dad and sister moved to new york.

ethan didn't tell any of his friends that he was related to richie, nor did he tell them that he was the detective's kid. all they knew was that quinn was his sister, and while it hurt to pretend as though richie never existed, it was for the best. he left that life behind him, and quinn seemed to respect that at least.

"how'd you find her?" ethan asked a nearby cop.

"anonymous tip around the time she was murdered."

his eyes took in the gruesome scene in front of him. his eyes drifted to professor crane's blank face, before following the splashes of blood on the brick behind her. his eyes squinted as he continued to look up the wall, the dots connecting when he saw familiar claw marks above the body. they were faint, so faint, that if ethan hadn't seen them before, then he was sure that the police wouldn't have.

he raised his hand, and with another thwip of his webs, he was gone.

ethan was searching for any sign of you. a part of him hoped that you weren't within the confines of your home hiding behind your civilian name. there was a possibility that you helped kill the professor. maybe you were an accomplice. regardless of your role in it all, ethan was sure that you had seen something and chose to keep it to yourself. you had your own reasons for doing so; you believed you were far more clever than anyone. maybe you were.

the scratches on the walls were something you left behind. ethan knew that; he had literally been choked by those claws of yours when he first took up his job as a hero. he didn't want to believe that you you were quicker than him, but the fact that you had gotten away.. to say that he wasn't annoyed by it would be a lie.

he later learned who you were because of his father during one of their awkward dinners. the black cat.

he hadn't invited quinn this time. it was as though he was trying to strictly have some father-son time with ethan; some pathetic attempt at reconnecting, he assumed. if reconnecting meant taking him out to a thai restaurant and only talking about his job or richie and never asking ethan anything beyond the, "how's college?" question.

but something within his father's ramble about work had caught ethan's attention. home burglaries were a huge problem, that much ethan knew, but this had been the first time he ever heard his father talk about it; much less talk about who he suspects had done it.

"they call her black cat. witnesses have only ever seen enough of her to know she's a lady—"

"who do you think she is?" ethan asked, unable to stop himself as he leaned forward in his chair. so that was who he caught running along the roofs of new york. the one person who had gotten away from him.

"some fan of the original black cat, walter hardy. either that," his father put a forkful of pad thai in his mouth, chewing and swallowing, "or his daughter. there's no record of them, though."

"do you think they're the ones who stole from all those houses?"

"that's all i'm saying about the subject, ethan," his father said sternly, looking him up and down suspiciously. "just eat your food."

it didn't take much for you to catch yourself up on the stab murders. you had only heard a little bit about it; not because you lived under a rock, but because you didn't care. not until now, at least.

tara and sam carpenter. tara was in your psych class at blackmore university; you had talked to her enough times that she was probably the closest person you had to a 'friend,' as off as it sounded. you had a similar humor and she wasn't the type to pry over your past (which made sense now, after you scrolled mindlessly through your phone to catch up on the continuous murders).

that was why you were watching their apartment building from the building right in front of it. you had only seen them through their window, but at least you knew they were alive. on any other day you would've called anyone in your position creepy, but you considered this to be lawful stalking.

truthfully, you weren't sure why you were doing this. maybe you had gotten soft ever since you started college. maybe you were bored.

you toyed with a golden locket you had stolen that night, eyes set on their forms moving in and out of sight. you were so focused on them, something akin to worry thrumming through your veins until a web hit your back and dragged you away from the edge of the building. your back scratched across the roof floor, and as you looked up, you saw the familiar red and blue suit you had only ever seen from afar.

“hi, kitty,” spider-man said, almost smiling.

you practically hissed at the sight of him, your hands making quick work of unsheathing your claws as you narrowly dodged another web. you moved quickly and kicked him in the face, letting him hit the ground for just a second before you were straddling, legs tight around him as you grabbed his hands and held it above him. your claws came close to his wrists, the shining metal threatening to break and hurt his web makers.

"oh, spider. i didn't know you liked me enough to stalk me." you smiled wickedly, pressing the metal closer to his wrists. you could feel something bulky underneath his suit, and your malicious grin only grew as you pressed harder against it.

"i don't like you," the super hero said annoyedly, making you scoff in amusement.

"are you sure?" you leaned closer to him, practically touching your nose against his mask. "then why aren't you fighting back right now?" you sent him one last grin before your hand left his wrists. you stood up, not even bothering to offer him a hand as you let your claws come out fully, one of your hands reaching for your gun. "what do you want?"

"i needed to ask you questions about the murder of laura crane," spider-man grumbled, standing up and crossing his arms at you. he looked at the apartment building before glancing back at you, the eyes of his mask narrowing. "why're you watching tara and sam's apartment?"

"why do you know that tara and sam live there?" you fired back, raising a brow. it was moments like these where you were happy you had a mask that at least covered half your face; the more you heard the spider-boy speak, the more you noticed how young his voice sounded. what if he went to your college? what if he was friends with them?

"because based on their history, they're vulnerable to attacks. i know that— being the friendly neighborhood spiderman ‘n all," he said, and you swore he rolled his eyes. "but it doesn't make sense for a criminal like you—"

"that's unnecessarily rude."

"to be watching them.” he looked you up and down, eyes seemingly lingering on your grappling hook and pack of god knows what that were strapped to your sides. the hero’s head then snapped up to look at you. “did you kill her? laura crane?” even he seemed unsure by his own question, the uncertainty in his tone making you shrug nonchalantly.

"do you think i did?" you asked, "you seem unsure yourself."

a pause. "no, i don't. but you know something, and you need to tell me what it is."

you glanced at the apartment building before looking down at your nails, absentmindedly observing them. "what's in it for me?" you asked, not even looking up at new york's favorite hero.

"i don't bring you to the police."

"as if you could do that before," you scoffed, rolling your eyes. you heard him exhale slowly, a smirk appearing on your face at the sound. you were getting to him; with every snarky comment, you pissed him off more and more. and the sadistic part of you loved it. "don't you remember? you couldn't even catch me the first time. sad, isn't it?"

"i'm not gonna make that same mistake again," he said firmly, walking closer to you. stiffly, he brought his gloved hand out. "you tell me what you know and you help me—"

"well, don't word it like that," you muttered. "i'm only telling you information, spider. i'm not being your stupid sidekick."

"you aren't," he said, "but since you're such a well known felon, you could help me figure out who's the murderer. see if they're a criminal, if they were hired by anyone, anything." he sighed. "you help me, and i let you go. deal?"

warily, you looked at him up and down. you weren't one to make deals with anyone, much less a masked hero who was loved by practically everyone. but you found yourself wrapping your black gloved hand around his and shaking it once. "fine."

ACT II, ACT III

#AUTHOR'S NOTE— feel free to ask to be on the taglist! i'm also sorry for all the typos lol

[beomnalwonnie]

SCREAM ( FOR YOUR LIFE ! )

— “AM I GONNA DIE A VIRGIN?!”

PAIRING: gf!ethan landry x fem!reader, gf!ethan landry x fem!oc

SUMMARY: in which ethan landry and you are happily dating until a girl manages to squeeze herself in between the two of you, causing major problems in the relationship. oh, and that’s not the worst part. ghostface is back, and he’s coming for your entire friend group.

GENRE: multiple part series, ANGST, cheating, cursing, descriptions of death & k!lling, suggestive scenes & sexual content (ethan is not a good guy you guys 😭)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is going to probably have 6 parts in honor of scream VI buttttt maybe up to 7 depending on how much i write in each part LOL but lmk if you guys want to be apart of the taglist for this! can go up to as many as 50 ppl so claim your spot. this was mashed together as a request for one of my followers who asked to do an angst with ethan involving another girl, but i decided to do my own twist on it and make it even crueler for the reader. SORRY GUYS LOVE U VERY MUCH <3 muah

TAGLIST IS OPEN !

I : nobody’s really that sweet, are they?

II : everybody knows you can’t trust the love interest

III : i was at econ!

IV : ghostface

V : betrayal

VI : died (not a virgin)

[beomnalwonnie]

The endless beginning

part three

scream VI fanfiction with implied ethan x oc!

find part one here and part two here

By the time Amelie and Ethan made it to her apartment, Tara, Mindy, Chad, and Anika were already inside. After hearing the door open again, Tara figured it would be Amelie and decided she should probably go talk to her about the conversation they had outside the party. She enters the living room and calls out Amelie’s name when she sees her take her shoes off at the front door. Amelie’s head perks up when she hears Tara call her name and understands it’s more than likely to talk about earlier.

The two girls make their way to the kitchen and Ethan decides to sit on the chair in front of the front door, joining Mindy and Anika.

“I am so sorry-”

“Look, I’m sorry for-“

The two girls started at the same time and begin letting out small laughs. Tara nods at Amelie to go first.

“I’m sorry for whatever I said back there, I get where you are coming from, just trying to move on and all and I’m here just teaming up with Sam which I am sure did not help whatsoever” Amelie shakes her head and speaks to Tara sincerely. She was angry, yes, but she also shouldn’t have jumped the boat and get mad at Tara like she did.

“No, no, no, don’t apologize, Amelie, I should not have said what I did back there” Tara says and puts her hands on either side of Amelie’s arms. “We all went through tough shit, but I cannot say anything about how you are feeling because what you went through was worse than what anyone of us did”

Amelie’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, yeah what she experienced was bad, but Tara can’t just say she had it less than what Amelie did. “No, Tara, look. We both went through awful stuff, and we shouldn’t compare, really”

“You guys are my family, really. Since my, uh, my dad-“ She pauses and swallows the lump in her throat before continuing. “Died. My mom just kind of wants nothing to do with me as much as she used to. Well, she didn’t much anyway which is why I was living with my dad but, you know”

“Yeah, I know” Tara replies nodding her head. “I’m just sorry- still. You are my family, too and I love you and I’m sorry”

“It’s okay, I forgive you” Amelie chuckles. “I love you, too”

The two girls hug for a minute before releasing. Tara’s hands remain on Amelie’s arms as she lowers her voice. “Chad and I had a moment before you came here”

“I knew it!” Amelie’s eyes widen as a smile creep up onto her face. “I figured there was something going on between you two”

Tara shushes her but can’t contain the grin on her face as she smiles back at the brunette in front of her. Tara’s eyes look out the kitchen to peer into the living room where Ethan is sitting and looks back at Amelie with her eyebrows raised. Amelie can tell what she was going to start saying before they got interrupted by Chad who told them to come into the living room. Tara looks at Amelie again, “we will continue this later”

Amelie nods and smiles before heading to the chair Ethan was sitting on and places herself on the arm of the single chair. The left side of her body touching Ethan at every move she makes.

Sam walks in shortly after with their neighbour from across the hall, recognizing him from whenever she would catch Sam looking at him shirtless through the window.

“Cute boy, nice” Quinn comments with a smile when she sees the boy behind Sam.

Suddenly everyone in the room quiets down as they invest to the news that is on the TV. A reporter looks to be at a crime scene where he talks about two bodies, by the names of Jason and Greg, that were found dead in their apartment. Amelie stiffens as the reporter continues. This felt familiar, all too familiar for her and she hated it.

“Holy shit, that’s that chode from our film studies class. The one obsessed with Argento” Mindy gasps when the reporter said the names of the bodies. Amelie remembers him now; Jason was the guy who stopped Tara and her when they were on the way to the party to ask if Sam was going.

She zoned back into the reporter to hear him start talking about how Jason and Greg collected various Ghostface costumes in their apartment. She felt her throat seize and her hands start to tremble. No, God please no, not again.

“Oh, my god” Amelie says out of breath, though she hasn’t moved she feels as though the wind has been completely knocked out of her. She turns to look at the sisters beside her and they share a look, they all had the same feeling that it is starting again.

“Pack a bag, we leave in ten” Sam says as she rushes to the kitchen. “You too, Amelie”

“Sam! Wait, Sam!” Tara calls out to her as she rises from her seat. Amelie gets up but doesn’t make any moves to advance. Ethan sits up straighter in his chair and watches as Amelie’s mood plumets again for the fourth time this evening. He quickly glances to the couch where Quinn sits, and she gives him a pointed look ever so subtly. And so it begins, he thinks. But God, did he ever hate how scared it was making Amelie.

“We are getting out of the city” Sam says from the kitchen. Amelie can hear shuffling from the living room and sighs heavily before running her hand through her hair.

“What?” Danny calls quizzically as he also hears Sam’s plan on leaving. He was beyond lost and Amelie could tell he had no clue what was happening or why the tension in the air became so thick.

“Thank you very much suspicious new guy, but I think we got it from here. Goodnight, get home safe, go, go, go, go” Chad took his que and began shooing Danny out of the apartment. He closes the door and makes sure to lock it.

“Sam! Sam!” Tara calls out to Sam. It seems as if Sam as also gone tunnel vision, focusing on browsing a weapon and getting the hell out of their apartment as fast as she could go.

“Hold on” Sam says as she picks a knife and walks back to the living room.

“Woah, woah, Sam” Amelie finally sees the knife in Sam’s hand and advances towards her to put the sharp object down.

“Wait, let’s talk about this for a second because this-this might not have anything to do with us” Tara tries again to try and reason with Sam before she continues to panic.

“Are you serious?” Sam replies incredulously.

“It’s a big city! It’s Halloween, everybody is wearing masks!” Tara tries to rationalize with Sam. She made a big deal earlier that night about not wanting to dwell on that past, on Ghostface, and then suddenly a murder is committed on students who had a ghost face shrine. Is it suspicious that the mask has had relevancy in the crime? Yes. But could it just be a massive coincidence? Absolutely.

“Tara, Tara, this isn’t a coincidence. You knew him” Almost as if she read Tara’s mind.

“Barely” Tara replies weakly.

“Chad, Mindy, Amelie, back me up” Sam needs reassurance. She is so certain that this is happening again and she doesn’t want to feel crazy for being the only one to think so.

“I mean it is a little bit-“ Chad begins with a pained look on his face.  

“Close to home” Mindy finishes for Chad and puts another piece of popcorn into her mouth.

Sam nods in relief and looks towards the short girl who hasn’t said anything yet. “Amelie?”

She looks at Sam and then Tara and then the Twins. Tara is not going to like this, but she can’t help the sinking feeling in her gut at this whole situation. So, with a grimace she agrees. “It does feel all too familiar, Tara”

“See?”

“Well, Quinn! Your dad’s a cop, right? Can you call him and find out what’s going on?” She says looking at their red-headed roommate before turning back to Sam “Before you make the Unilateral decision to abandon our college education-“ Tara gestures with her hand between herself and Amelie ”-and flee the fucking state”

“I’m calling him now” Quinn pipes up with her phone already to her ear.

“Thank you“ Tara sighs.

Suddenly Sam’s phone starts ringing and the group of friends all jump, looking towards the noise. Sam slowly advances to it with Tara and Amelie hot on her tail.

“Who is it?” Tara asks when she sees Sam peer down at her phone on the table. Amelie glances and sees Gale’s name on the screen before rushing to try and pick it up herself “Hey! You should answer-“  

Before she gets the chance to swipe the phone Sam declines the call. She looks at Sam incredulously, “What the hell? You should have answered it”

“No, Amie, we cannot talk to her. Especially right now, actually” Sam shakes her head. It felt like Sam was Amelie’s older sister, being scolded and told not to do stuff. She understands why she doesn’t want any of them talking to Gale since she did write about them in her new book, as usual, but it was Gale. Her dad’s Gale. As Amelie was about to fight back, her phone began ringing in her back pocket. The group of friends jumped again at the second ringing phone.

“Why did everyone just freak out when her phone rang?” Ethan asks and then adds, “Again?”

He knew why, of course he knew why, but he couldn’t have them thinking that he did. So, he plays confused and innocent just like he was meant to do.

“You got to keep up my dude” Anika replies, almost tiredly.

Amelie pulls her phone out and sees Gale’s name pop up again. Sam looks at her and shakes her head. “No, no, do not answer it”

“But Sam, it’s Gale, okay? I know Gale-“ Amelie starts before Sam reaches over and presses decline on her phone again. “Sam, what the hell?”

“Yeah, and I know her too, Amie” Sam says. Sure, Gale helped them a lot back at the attacks that happened last year but since then, she has done nothing good for Sam and she will hold to that.

“Sam, my dad wants to talk to you” Quinn perks up again and begins handing the phone to Sam.

“Mr. Bailey, hi”

~

Soon enough they heard that Sam needed to head to the police station because Quinn’s dad needs to talk to her. After finding out that her license was at the crime scene, Sam’s nerves seemed to rise even higher than they were before. After all the public humiliation she has already faced from the accusations that she was the last Woodsboro killer and that her ex was innocent, she felt like this was another ploy in someone’s plan. How the hell did her ID end up at the crime scene?

As Sam rushes out the door with her coat in hand, Tara and Amelie look at each other already with the same idea in mind. The two girls go to grab their coats in their respected rooms before coming back out and head to the door. There was no way they would let Sam go off by herself, if Sam wants to be protective over them then they are also going to be of her. As Amelie walks closer to the door and slips her shoes on, Ethan comes up to her and grabs her arm to stop moving. She looks up at him curiously.

“Maybe you should just stay here, with us” Ethan gestures his head back to the rest of the group that is sitting in the living room still. Chad who stands the closest to the two nods at Ethan’s words. “You don’t know what could happen out there with just the three of you, especially if there is a killer out there”

“I will be fine, Ethan, trust me” Amelie pulls her arm out of his hold to slip her hand down to grab his. “I just can’t let Sam go by herself”

Ethan looks at her, pleading her with his eyes to just stay here with them. He isn’t sure where this confidence has come from. Sure, he sees her often and they hang out quite a bit from being in the same friend group and all, but he is always so nervous to make a move to even talk to her. Maybe her forwardness this whole night with him has given him some courage, he isn’t sure, but he just knows that he wants to try his best to keep her from leaving the apartment. He wants her safe, that isn’t a lie, but he also needs her to stay away from Sam so she doesn’t get hurt. His dad won’t stop his conquest and won’t hesitate to hurt anyone in his way, no matter their importance to his son.

Amelie sees that he is worried and sees that her friends also want her and Tara to stay there but they can’t and will not let Sam go all alone. So, as much as she would like to stay home, she lets go of Ethan’s hand and pulls her coat onto her body before heading to the open the door.

“I will call you if we need help, I promise” She looks at him in his eyes with the upmost sincerity she can. “We will be back as soon as we can”

Ethan sighs and closes his eyes as the two girls walk out the door and rush to the stairs. Dammit.

“Sam!” Amelie shouts running down the stairs with Tara.

“Sam, slow down” Tara calls out.

“Guys, no. Get back inside, lock the door” Sam turns around in shock and pushes the two back.

“Are you serious? Now you don’t want to stick together?” Tara says in disbelief. Amelie follows directly after with, “There is no way we aren’t going with you, Sam”

“Fine” Sam says defeated. She knows that she could push and push and push the girls as much as she can, but she also knows that they are just as stubborn as her. They are a team, after all. So, that’s what the girls do. They stick beside each other and start to walk down the street to the police station. Occasionally Tara and Amelie will go back and forth to look behind them, just making sure there is no one following them or is running up with a knife in hand. However, their moment of peace didn’t last too long before Sam’s phone started ringing again. Amelie felt her heart leap for the fiftieth time that night when she sees Richie’s contact come up.

“What the fuck?” and “He’s fucking dead” comes out of Tara and Amelie’s mouth at the same time.

“I never deleted his contact. This is coming from his number” Sam says in realization. She looks at it determined; she was going to answer it. Amelie’s eyes widen.

“Don’t pick that up. Just let it ring” Sam picks it up.

“Sam-“ Tara tries before Sam starts talking to the phone.

“Who is this?”

“Hello, Samantha. Did you miss me?” Ghostface.

“I want you to think long and hard about whether you want to do this because the last two people that fucked with us, ended up dead” If there was anything Sam was going to do this time around, was not let Ghostface get to her. She was going to become worse, so much worse.

“You should be thanking me, Sam. Jason and Greg were gonna kill you and your two girls there. I gutted them before they had the chance” Ghostface replies menacingly. The girls look around them to see if they can spot the person on the phone with them. They all stop as they look ahead and see a man in all black, coincidently on the phone, walk towards them.  

“So what? You’re protecting us now?” Sam replies curiously. What the hell was the killer playing at this time around?  

“Not quite. I’m going to show the world who you really are, a liar and a killer. I am going to punish you, Sam”

“You shouldn’t believe everything you read on the internet, asshole”

“Don’t be cute, you’re going to pay for what you did and I’m not gonna stop until I butcher you- you and anyone who gets between us! You three better watch your backs”

“You better watch yours”

Ghostface comes up behind Tara and grabs her, raising his knife to stab before Tara elbows him in the face and Amelie rushes to push him back into a bush behind him.

“Come on, go!” The three girls run as the masked guy starts to get up to chase after them. The three turn the corner where they see a small bodega to their right and barge through the door. Amelie already feels like crying and they were only being chased. But she knew that being chased wasn’t all that was going to happen today, it never is.

“Help, please!”

“Please! Please help us! We were attacked!”

“Please call 911”

“There’s a man out there!”

The three girls start shouting to the guy behind the counter, nothing but pure adrenaline and fear laced through their body. They needed help and they were going to let anyone know.

“There’s a fucking line here girls” Some guy says behind them. Amelie turns to him with a crazed look on her face. They are yelling for help and some guy is worried about a line. Soon enough Ghostface comes in and the man worried about the line faces up to him. “You got a problem here, guy?”

Ghostface tilts their head before he starts stabbing him repeatedly. The girls gasp and the other people in the bodega start to run out. Another man tries to come behind the masked person, but his efforts don’t work well as he is turned around and stabbed in the throat. As if the two guys were nothing, Ghostface straightens up menacingly and looks at the three girls. Amelie has dealt with Ghostface before but this time it feels so different. This time it feels too powerful, and she is scared. 

Right as Ghostface is about to start stomping his way towards the three, the sound of a shotgun clicks before cashier yells out “Hey!” and takes a shot at the masked figure. Unfortunately, he misses but it gave the girls enough time to duck away.

“Go out the back!” The cashier nudges his head towards the door and Tara yells out a “Thank you!”

“Fuck it's locked” Tara tries to open the door and it doesn’t budge. It’s fucking locked, of course it’s fucking locked, Amelie thinks. Her clammy hands are getting shakier by the second and she wishes more than anything now that she just stayed at the apartment with her friends, with Ethan, like he had pleaded her to. She thinks about them now and wonders if there’s any way she can warn them.

She turns back to the cashier and yells, “Keys, we need your keys!”

As the poor man fumbles to unhook his keys from his belt, Ghostface comes up behind him.

“Watch out, watch out, watch out!” The girls all call out, Amelie pointing behind him as they see Ghostface grab the guy and stab him in the shoulder. Ghostface goes to grab the gun and hits him across the face then as the guy pleads to not get shot. To no avail, Ghostface cocks the gun and pulls the trigger, aiming right for the man’s head. Amelie gasps and closes her eyes too late, seeing the man’s head blown to pieces and all over the fridge he was leaning against. Her stomach churns as they all duck behind an aisle. On their hands and knees, the girls try their best to not make a sound. They hear the sound of the gun being pumped again and Amelie swallows, she feels sick and can’t stop her body from trembling.

Sam shushes them, trying her best to tell the girls to stay as quiet as they can. They stop their movements as they hear the crunch of the glass and food under Ghostface’s shoes and slowly look around. He takes a shot, and they flinch from the sudden sound. Ghostface has always been dangerous and while Amelie dreaded that stupid slasher knife, there is nothing she would rather more than to see that knife in his hand instead of a fucking shotgun.

Right before the killer jumps around the corner they once were hiding, they quietly make their way around the end of the aisle to hide from his field of vision. Tara and Amelie hold each other’s hand as tears run down their face and they shake. Amelie uses her free hand to cover her mouth to try and silence the sound of her heavy breathing. She looks to her other side where Sam squishes up against her. She sees her reach to grab an empty can and throws it away from them to distract Ghostface.

Luckily, it seems to work, and he moves away from the aisle they were in, and the three girls crawl back around to it. Their hands crunch under the glass and shards get stuck and cut Amelie’s hand as they crawl. She winces and tries her best to not cry out at the sharp pain. It seems as if the masked figure can hear the crunching sounds coming from the girls and stops moving. Sam peeks between the aisle and sees as he turns their way. The three girls push the shelf onto him as he takes another shot, the aisle causing him to fall back, and his shot aims for the ceiling.

“Run!” Sam yells out and they take it as their chance to escape. Amelie looks at the ground as she passes by to the doorway where the bodies lay and sees the pools of blood. She slips as her shoes step in the red substance while running out before Tara, still gripping onto her hand, pulls her back up and they make it outside. Police cars starting pilling in and the three turn back around to look in the bodega. What they see is exactly what they expected, bloody bodies on the ground and the back door of the bodega open. On the ground a clean Ghostface mask lays menacingly. Amelie looks at the two sisters and their chests rise and fall rapidly from their heavy breathing. It’s fucking happening again, and Amelie feels her heart stop. She wants to tear her eyes away so bad from the scene in the small shop in front of her, but she can’t seem to be able to. Because as she looks inside and stares at the mask, at the bodies, at the blood and then back to herself where blood got onto her clothes and hands, she sees it. This was her life, and she doesn’t know if this time around she will get so lucky. However this saga may continue, it will either be her friends laying in a pool of blood like those in the bodega and she stares from the outside. Or it will be her bloody body, drained from this curse she has been stuck to live with.

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TENDER LIKE A BRUISE (2) [e.l.]

“No other word makes my mouth as tender as your name.” — ‘Soft Human’, Emery Allen

pairing. spiderman!ethan landry x reader

warnings. swearing, mention of blood + death, mildly suggestive

summary. after that first night, ethan and you have acquired an unspoken bond. your friends sense this bond, but, unfortunately, think it’s something else entirely. (1) (2)

a/n. more spiderman!ethan. im really loving this au, but i also have no idea what im doing. expect some more fics, though not entirely in chronological order.

ii. 

The rest of that night went like this: you ordered pizza, but by the time it got to your apartment, Ethan fell asleep on your couch. 

So you forced him to wake up, all but shoved three slices of pepperoni pizza down his throat, then locked him in your room and made the boy rest. 

(Waking him up was far harder than you thought it would be. He sleeped like the fucking dead, and looked like it too, hands perfectly by his sides, staring straight up at the ceiling.)

You were cleaning up the boxes in the living room when you heard a commotion in your bedroom, alongside Ethan’s familiar, profuse apologizing. 

“Ethan?” You called out, walking down the hall. “What’s going—“ 

Suddenly, the door to your room opened, and out came Ethan, hair messy from sleep, being pinned against the hallway wall by Mindy. 

“What the fuck were you doing in—“ Mindy said furiously, her hand balling up the fabric of your (Ethan’s) shirt. 

“Hey- Hey! Mindy, put him down! I’m right here,” You said, wide eyed. You could see the pain blooming in Ethans side as Mindy man-handled him, his brows twisted taut, eyes squeezing shut. 

At the sound of your voice, Mindy let go of Ethan immediately. From your room behind her walked out Annika and Tara, who were cautiously stepping away from the two of them. 

Ethan’s hands held his bandaged side subtly, leaning against the wall like he had when you first let him into your room. 

The guilt churned in your chest — how could you not think about your friends entering the apartment with him in there? Of course Mindy would be hostile, for Ethan had never come over if Chad wasn’t there first. 

Without thinking, your hands graced both of Ethan’s arms. “Are you okay?” You whispered in his ear, and waited for his curt nod before turning to Mindy, Annika and Tara’s prying eyes.

“I’m— we—he came over to study, and he fell asleep so I��” You racked your head for a plausible excuse, so you didn’t have to tell everyone he was fucking Spiderman and that he almost bled out in your shared bathroom just three hours ago. 

“Study?” Tara cut in, raising an eyebrow. “Weren’t you at the party?” She gave Ethan a pointed look. 

Ethan opened and closed his mouth, looking between you and the rest of your friends. “I left, like, an hour in. I have Econ tomorrow, so I needed to - to study.” 

Mindy took a deep breath in, then flared her nostrils, letting the air out. “Okay. Okay, I’m sorry,” She backed away, hands in the air like she was getting arrested, “just wanted to know why this dude you don’t even talk to was sleeping in your room.” 

Then, she walked off, down the hall into the living room, hands still in the air. Annika and Tara slipped away similarly, but Annika gave the both of you a particularly long and suspicious look. 

You looked at Ethan. Ethan looked at you. 

“How’s my stitch work?” You said lightly, trying to break the silence while gesturing to his side. 

A small smile broke on Ethans face. “I think my head needs the concern more,” he said, rubbing the part of his head that hit the wall. 

“Well, I’ll get you an ice pack if it's that bad. Now sleep. I’ll wake you up when you need to leave - if Sam catches you in here, it’ll be a repeat of last time.”

Ethan grimaced, touching his nose nostalgically. “Noted.”

After Ethan entered your room, stretching and letting out the yawn he had been holding in, you closed the door, and made your way to sleeping in the living room. Any looks you got from your friends, you ignored. 

This knock-on-your-window-patch-Ethan-up-let him sleep-over-situation repeated several times.

It wasn’t one you particularly liked, however. Over time, you and Ethan grew closer. It's a little hard not to get to know each other when one is saving you from near-death, and knows your biggest secret. 

You found out how sweet Ethan was, his consideration far more than mere politeness. He was a good person, one who often put his life on the line for people he didn’t even know. So, seeing the boy in pain every time he snuck in tugged at your heart-strings. 

You didn’t exactly… know why Ethan was so good. Any time he talked about becoming Spiderman, he seemed so tense, so guilt-ridden. His voice had an intonation of loss, of pure grief that he wouldn’t let anyone touch. 

(If anything, that grief was hurting him more than the injuries you were patching him up for.) 

Besides that, even now, you two had never hung out in normal circumstances, and most times you saw Ethan, he was clad in that red-and-blue latex suit. 

It had you wondering what exactly you two were. A walking first aid kit and the hero? Or friends?

It's not like you didn’t understand - becoming so close so quickly would make everyone suspicious, so keeping this relationship on the low was absolute key. 

(But that didn’t mean it didn't hurt a little.)

Ethan coming over in secret like this had now been happening at least weekly for five months straight. During that, the nature of your relationship evolved: sometimes, Ethan’s injuries were bearable enough that he swung back out your window (to your adamant behest), or, he was awake enough to watch a movie with you in the living room, or even just knocked on your window during his patrols to say Hi.

One night, you forgot someone was home. You’d done up a nick on Ethan’s neck - a place he couldn’t reach by himself - and you’d forced him not to swing back to Brooklyn, even if his police walkie was rattling off several alarming police codes. 

“Ethan,” You said, holding the walkie up. “This is going to get you killed.”

“I’m fighting crime! Of course I’m going to get hurt.”

“And I would much rather you didn’t get hurt.” 

“Am I cutting into your study time?”

“No, dumbass, I just don’t want you to swing injured. I care, you know? About you.”

Ethan paused at that, looking at you carefully. “I — um,” his face was pink, “okay, fine. I’ll… stay. But just for tonight - next time, I’m going no matter what you say.”

“Just promise me to stay safe, alright?”

Ethan nodded, slightly hesitant. “I’ll try.” 

“Good.” You pressed the walkie talkie into his chest, “So, Chinese or Thai tonight?”

“I’m thinking Indian, actually,” Ethan said, trailing behind you into the living room. “Do you remember that place from last time? They made the best—“

Then, catching the both of you completely off guard, Quinn’s door swung open wide. 

Out came another one of her regular hookups - the prison suit guy, whose forehead stitches were now a light scar - who looked shocked at the sight of you guys and quickly scurried out. Then, out came Quinn herself, who waved the guy goodbye. 

Quinn almost ducked back into her room without saying a thing to you guys, obviously ridden with fatigue, but quickly spun back.

Quinn blinked, rubbed her eyes, then blinked again. 

“Are you two —“ She pointed to you two, jaw dropped, obviously wrong thoughts in her mind, and you were both quick to correct her. 

“No! No — we,” Ethan started and stumbled, looking at you for help.

“Econ! He came over for econ help.” You finished for him, placing your hands on your hips.

Ethan nodded vehemently, “I’m hopeless at the statistics.”

“Didn’t you ace stats in highschool, E?” Quinn said pointedly, quickly sobering. 

“Well, these— these ones are harder, okay!”

“It’s really hard,” you tried to convince her. “Everyone is almost failing this unit. I’m barely getting by with the extra textbooks I had on the subject.”

A beat passed. 

And then Quinn seemed to consider this, leaning her head against her doorframe. “Well, whatever. Now go bang or study stats, I don’t care, just be quiet. I’ve got swim practice tomorrow.”

You and Ethan both gave her a perfect, agreeing smile, and she disappeared into her bedroom. 

“Oh my god,” You whispered to Ethan first, “She thought we were—“

“She thought we were…” He repeated, eyes wide, finger tugging at one of his curls. 

“That is the funniest thing I’ve heard this week, my god.” You shook your head, flopped on the couch, and that was that. 

(Inwardly, your reaction stung Ethan a little. 

Was it really… really so implausible that you two would be, well, together?)

And about the misconception of being together? Your whole friend group believed what Quinn did, too. 

One similar night, after Ethan changed into a pair of his clothes (after the first few instances of patching him up, he began keeping clothes in your room) and you were about to put a movie on, you two had  walked into the living room, and found your entire friend group waiting for you there. 

Sure, dressing Ethan’s wounds happened often enough that they were home and asleep while you did so, but you didn’t think you two were that loud. At least, loud enough to wake the entire house. 

It was early morning, 2-am or something, and Ethan had been texting back his dad, pretending he was just coming home from a party. Ethan had to regularly assure his father that he was indeed safe and sound, something you weren’t exactly privy to the origin of. 

(There was a cloud of mystery concerning Ethan becoming Spiderman, his family’s undue concern for him, and his and Quinn’s deceased brother, Richie. You couldn’t put a finger on it, but you just knew it was all connected.)

Ethan was just behind you when you stopped at the sight of your friends in the living room, your jaw dropped. Ethan bumped into your back, stumbling and apologizing, until he saw what exactly had made you stop. 

“What the — what are you guys doing here?” You said first, at their piercing gazes. 

“We’re staging an intervention,” Quinn said, trying to be serious, before breaking and letting out an ungodly laugh. “Oh my god, you guys need to stop fucking in the bathroom!”

“What?” both of you said in shock. Your face burned red, as did Ethans, who looked at you. 

“E, I am so proud of you man, but you guys gotta be normal about this shit,” Chad said, scrubbing his face. 

“Why the bathroom, exactly?” Tara leaned back, eyes red with sleep, like she had been waiting for hours and was slowly succumbing to the fatigue. 

“Just! Hol— hold on, a sec. We aren’t fucking in the - in the bathroom, okay?” You said, arms gesturing wildly. Your face was practically on fire now, the whole room feeling a touch too warm. 

“We aren’t even together!” Ethan added on quickly, though shying further behind you. 

Annika snorted, then leaned her head on Mindy’s shoulder. “You guys don’t have to hide it. You do know we can hear you in there, right?”

What? You weren’t making any undue noise in the bathroom, you had made sure of it. Any possible noise they could hear would just be the dry bandage and Ethan’s overdramatic whining, which—

Ethan’s whining. 

“Oh my god,” you whispered under your breath, brows becoming permanently furrowed. You jabbed Ethan lightly in the side, “This is your fault, you know?”

Ethan spluttered, “How is it—“

“You’re always so loud in there, and I keep telling you to—“

“And that!” Mindy cut in, pointing at you two. “We cannot forget to mention that.”

“‘That’ what?” Your head swiveled to Mindy’s pointed finger, letting go of Ethan’s sleeve that you hadn’t realized you were holding. 

“”’That’ what”’?” Mindy mocked in an (incredibly inaccurate) impression of your tone. “Jesus, I mean all the arguing and the teasing and the touching!”

Everyone nodded simultaneously, as if your (not real!) predicament was extremely easy to notice. 

You blinked rapidly, looking at your friends then back at Ethan. “This is - so ridiculous,” you said, under your breath. 

“Is it, though?” Ethan shrugged, head tilted and considering the facts against you two. “I mean,” he explained himself, “all of a sudden I’m always over “studying” and you’re sneaking me around the house instead of letting everyone know I’m here. We spend a little too long in the bathroom together, you keep your window a smidge open for me, and you keep my clothes in your closet.” 

Well. With all that splayed out on the table, it did sound like you were hooking up. It was a great cover, if you were being honest, if only it didn’t make things so damn awkward. 

Suddenly, as if Ethan knew what you were thinking, his arm snaked around your waist and pulled you close to him. 

“Okay, fine,” Ethan started, looking at your group of friends. “You caught us. We’re, well, dating. Surprise?”

Through Chad’s cheers and everyone else’s relieved sighs (that of which they didn’t have to painfully watch you and Ethan sneak around the apartment together anymore) Ethan whispered to you, disguised as a kiss to the crown of your head. 

“This fake dating cover is gold. The perfect excuse. You’ll help your friendly neighborhood Spiderman, right?”

In response, you nodded your head slightly, then looked up at him with a plastic smile, talking between it. “Thanks, babe. I’ve become your personal nurse.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of my sidekick.”

“Just don’t ‘Death in the Family’ me, Landry.”

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You still have hard time dealing with the aftermath that occured in Amber’s house. You have the scars to prove it. The ever lasting nightmares that never seem to fade. You tried your best to cope with everything, yet you only knew how to do that with your good ole pal named alcohol.

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The endless beginning

part one

scream VI & new character! will be implied ethan x oc but will also focus on Amelie and her character.

warnings: violence, character deaths, trauma, blood, romantic relationships with a literal killer lol.

tips: i am a struggling uni student (surely most can understand) and would appreciate any tips given! it not only slightly helps financially but also shows support to my work, though there is no pressure.

They say that time will heal all wounds but it feels as if centuries has gone by and she is still bleeding out. Ever since she became more aware to what was around her, she has been haunted by what her father has introduced into her life. It is not that she blamed him, per se, but she is aware that if it weren’t for him, that mask and cloak wouldn’t disease her brain. That lifeless person dressed as the next Ghostface with the stupid, long, white mask accompanied with hollow eyes. That stupid idiot who decided that the franchise just can’t end and must be avenged.

Her dad told her all about it once she started getting involved. He never let her watch the Stab movies, saying “that’s not how you should find out about what has happened, what happened to your aunt. God you would have loved her, as she would have you”. She met Sidney, she met Gale, and she had Dewey as her father. It was inevitable that she would eventually find out about everything that has happened. What was too hopeful was that she would never end up being a part of the franchise and experience the trauma her father once has had to endure.

It truly started 12 years ago when Amelie first experienced Ghostface for herself. Luckily, somewhat, Ghostface notoriously is not known for killing children which landed her at least a couple of more guaranteed years of her life. It began again 11 years later, just last year, when some low life and his girlfriend decided to continue the franchise because he was just so obsessed with it. It was just last year when she finally met a good group of friends: Tara, Mindy, Chad, Wes, Amber, Liv, and eventually, Sam and Richie. It was just last year when she lost some of the people she cared about the most and was betrayed by some she grew to grow find of. It was just last year where her scars formed, mentally and physically. And it was just last year she lost the one person she never thought would leave, never thought she would have to part from, the one she truly cared about the most: her dad, Dewey Riley. Now it would be her turn to eventually tell her children, God you would have loved him so much. He would have cherished you until the end of time, as he did me.

To say she was taking this new life in New York difficult would be an understatement. She lost her dad, her friends, and was betrayed by people she trusted, of course her life wouldn’t be smooth sailing for a long time. She will give it to Sam though for pushing her to move to New York with them and go to school. Along with Gale who helped push the education agenda. Though it really was because Gale told her to “think of your dad, this is what he would have wanted. He would be so proud of you if you did this”. She remembers rolling her eyes when she was told that but also felt like sobbing on the inside. She hates being talked to about people who could have been involved in her current life but are dead, but she also knows that it is in efforts to remind her of the ones who love (or would have loved) her dearly. Anyways, moving has helped her get a new breath of air and start at life, even if it’s not with the person she loved the most. However, having her group of friends and their attachment of doing literally everything together has distracted her just the right amount. Specifically, the Woodsboro gang who survived last year’s attack with her- Tara, Sam, Mindy, and Chad- who are closer than they ever have been before. Trauma bonded; she may even call it.

Besides having her friends nearby, she has attempted to go to counselling after she broke down with a bottle of cheap vodka in front of Sam only a couple of months after the attacks. Sam stayed with her the entire night after seeing the state Amelie was in and soon enough it became a night to just cry and hold one another for both. So, as Sam was adamant on seeking a therapist as soon as they moved to New York, she encouraged both Amelie and Tara to do the same. Amelie did go for a mere three days, slowly expressing how she feels about all the emotions bottled up in her small body before she gave up on talking to a stranger. She felt so humiliated and overwhelmed by her inability stop crying that she eventually became so angry at everything. And while expressing these emotions are exactly what therapists are meant to deal with, she vowed to never step foot into their office again feeling like they didn’t really care about what she was saying and that she was merely another lump of sum in their bank account. She doesn’t mind too much, though, she has her friends beside her now and they all know exactly what she has gone through. She also has Gale who, even though she reminds Gale so much of Dewey it physically hurts, is still very involved with her life and is always checking up on her.

Besides the obvious, to say that last year’s events fucked her up, they royally fucked her up. Amber was one of her best friends who she would even have considered her greatest friend, before she found out who Amber really was. Then there was Wes who Amelie liked, like really liked. Finding out he was brutally murdered was when she saw her world start falling apart, slowly, and then all at once. It makes her sick to her stomach now as she recalls what happened and how someone who she cherished so dearly to her, was capable of being so heartless and kill someone who she also cherished so dearly. As every other one of her friends, her trust issues are exceptionally high, and she is more than reluctant to involve new people into her life. The only acceptable people seemed to be Anika, Mindy’s girlfriend, who she does love and seemingly trust since Mindy does as well. And she makes Mindy incredibly happy. Then there is Quinn who is her, Sam’s, and Tara’s roommate. They do live with her which makes them kind of have to trust her and her dad is a cop, as was hers once. And then there is Ethan, Chad’s roommate. His shy and dorky demeanour makes him scream INNOCENT! But alas, that could also make him the perfect backstabber of them all. Everyone else seems to trust him and he does seem like an alright person, so she also is giving him a chance. Plus, he’s cute. However, whatever her desire she may have for the cute new boy would have to stay just that. As she relents letting new people close to her to prevent the risk of losing them, she also fears that he just may never look at her the same way. As she tries to subdue the fluttering feeling in her tummy when Ethan talks to her, she is also missing the loud thump of his heart when she replies. It appears to be obvious to everyone around them, but them. Th soft eye contact and rosy cheeks so innocent that Amelie often feels like she is seeing the world in white when around him. But she hides the idea that she may like him to prevent the red splatters that will coat the white lens and he will make it painfully obvious that he would literally kill for her but is just too shy to make a move.

As she moves on with her life in a new state and with good people, she finds herself wallowing in what has happened and what could be if everything was different. But she also finds herself looking forward to see what can and will happen. With steady people, a new location, and an education ahead of her, she takes small steps at a time in life and pushing the obstacles in her way with one last thing on her mind: for her dad, for Dewey.

[beomnalwonnie]

Thoughts on Quaritch & Spider

I honestly don't know where I was going with this but I needed to write it down so...

Miles Quaritch and Spider Socorro’s dynamic is something I’ve never seen in fiction before. It subverts the ‘found family’ trope that so often puts together an unwilling protagonist and an unclaimed child. In “Avatar 2”, the villain becomes attached to a child under their supervision, a child loyal to what he perceives as the enemy in his story.

To use an example from “Star Wars” of why I think this character dynamic is interesting:

Imagine an AU scenario wherein Luke Skywalker was aware of who his father, mother, and sister were from an early age and though he was not a youngling, he was taught the principles and beliefs of the Jedi Order from Ben Kenobi on Tatooine.

Then one day Darth Vader - a man who in my opinion represents imperialism and genocide - discovers him and reclaims his now teenaged son he believed to have died with his mother. He snatches him away without hesitation. Luke, still loyal to the Jedi is thrown into this new, unexplored father-son dynamic, trying to seek out his father’s redemption while dismantling the Empire from within.

While potentially also keeping the identity of his twin sister and Obiwan Kenobi a secret to protect them. I can only speak for myself but I would WATCH THE HELL OUT OF THAT STORY.

A villain doing questionable things because they have a role to fulfil that directly goes against the heroes and has nothing else to live for. Then discovering there’s actually something wholly good that’s tied to them out there in the world, and fighting to reclaim that - whether they deserve it or not - is my new, favourite cup of tea.

You can't tell me losing Spider twice isn't going to make Quaritch go a little bit feral in "Avatar 3". A lot of people already have headcanons that the man is possessive af with Spider. His paternal instincts are turned up to the max. Quaritch was fixed to the mindset of keeping the boy at his side at any cost, even if it cost him Spider's love or respect. Not condoning that, it's awful, but it would be interesting if it played out that way in future films.

For a movie that was littered with parallels and classic story tropes, I did not see this one coming and I did not expect to root for it so hard. Quaritch can have his redemption or he can stay a villain and sacrifice the future with his son he might’ve had if he’d chosen differently. Seeing Quaritch fight Jake was one thing, but I’m ready to see him fight his son too if it comes to it.

Side note: Please excuse my rambling about "Star Wars". I don't even know if it's relevant but it has got me thinking of a very cool AU now.

[beomnalwonnie]

I don’t understand why people hate Spider so much. What he did was entirely justified.

His adoptive family (with the exceptions of Kiri and Lo’ak) not only treated him like an outsider, but he was referred to as a stray cat. A pet. Neytiri purposely left him behind with the enemy without knowing (or caring) if he would be killed or tortured.

When Quaritch (while a clone, he has his real father’s memories) shows him respect and affection, Spider was obviously going to feel more comfortable with him and the squad. They’re technically the same species! Plus Quaritch saved Spider, multiple times, and chose him over an easy win (having Kiri as a hostage to force Jake to surrender). Neytiri was going to kill him.

Spider owed Quaritch.

That’s the reason why he saves Quaritch at the end, he owed him. I thought that was clear when Spider looks conflicted and literally yells “fuck!” before going to save him.

It’s only at the end of the movie that Jake accepts Spider as a real son and, honestly, it’s because Neteyam died. “A son for a son.”

Spider Socorro’s actions were realistic and justified.

The situation is messy, but everyone involved has their valid reasons and that’s what makes this a great movie.

[beomnalwonnie]

quaritch is a disgusting man who did atrocious and unforgivable things, and that’s a fact.

another fact is that spending time with spider, learning the na’vi language, their culture through his son, being close to him and sharing moments together, really did a number on him.

quaritch from the first movie wouldn’t have hesitated to kill that metkayina woman. he probably would’ve executed her and, after getting the information he wanted, he would have slaughtered the whole village.

but we saw spider begging him to spare her, to stop, to not kill her. and quaritch didn’t.

is he suddenly a good guy? god no he fucking torched the whole village seconds later, and there’s no way he can atone for what he did in the first movie, but meeting spider changed him.

i don’t think he’s gonna be the villain in he next movies. he’s not gonna be “good” but i don’t think he’s gonna be the main threat either. also, he cares about spider, spared kiri to save his life, i hope they meet again and show us a bit more of their relationship.

[beomnalwonnie]

here’s everyone’s (the kids) canonical ages 😭 i keep seeing weird shit about them,, i couldn’t find Tsireya’s but she is the younger sister so she’s probably lo’ak’s age

so stop writing weird stuff about them THEY ARE CHILDREN !!!

i got these all from the Avatar: the way of water visual dictionary :)

[beomnalwonnie]

I know I keep saying this but the way the TikTok kiddos constantly misinterpret spider socorro always pisses me off and I see it constantly if an edit or a video has spider in it for even just a fraction of a second.

Saw a comment that said something like "I knew he was going to betray him the moment he saw the video of quaritch's death"

Are you fucking stupid?

No?? That is the look of a kid that a few minutes ago was joking and thinking that his father and his friend's father battling it out realizing that it wasn't as cool or fun as he thought it was. Did y'all not notice the way lo'ak said just minutes before that, "that's where your dad and my dad.. like fought"? As if it were some cool quirky bed time story?

Actually seeing the footage, Spider looked like it scared him and it confused him. None of this was fun. His dad really was the "bad guy" the man HE fears turning into. It had nothing to do with betraying the fucking Sullys. Yall love to pull random shit out of your ass and call it canon.

[beomnalwonnie]

I've been stalking the #spidersocorro tag since January, and I love everything I see, so here's me throwing my two cents in.

After the final battle (where Neteyam is only wounded, not killed), Spider tells Jake that he saved Quaritch and explains why. Why he felt like he owed the man a second chance when he saved Spider so many times. Save him from Ardmore's torture, from the Bridgehead scientists' experiments, and saved him from Neytiri.

I genuinely believe they would have experimented on the kid; he's taller and stronger than all their human soldiers at 16. That Pandorian air is doing something to him.

But while Spider is giving his tearful confession, Neytiri overhears them. She hears everything and immediately feels a rush of anger and uncomfortable conviction. She looks back on all her years of harsh treatment towards Spider and realizes just why he truly believed she'd harm him. Neytiri is then struck with the horrific thought that she is to Spider what humans and his father are to her - a monster, a demon that haunts him, someone who only brings pain. Neytiri vows then and there to do better by Spider - she doesn't see him as her child, nor is she obligated to - but she starts treating him with more respect.

Now, bringing Spider back to the Metkayina clan got mixed reviews. Most ignore him post-battle, while others are interested because they've never seen a human up close. Ronal is absolutely against it until Jake makes Spider tell her and Tonowari about his time in captivity and why he saved Quaritch.

Jake, ever the well-intentioned idiot, does it to get them to fight beside them against the humans and to get them to see the Spider is on their side. "He went through torture, guys and still didn't give us up, he's on our side!"

Ronal, however, does not see a warrior, but a child, prompting her to ask Spider how old he is, to which Jake replies 16, only for Spider to say 17 (he had his birthday in captivity because I love angst). To Ronal and Tonowari, he's still too young, and they argue with Jake over why a child was even put in a position to be kidnapped as a war prisoner in the first place. While they argue, Neytiri is silent, slowly realizing that Spider is almost an adult now by human standards. By Na'vi standards, he is one.

The Na'vi mature between the ages of 15 and 17, which is why we see Neteyam wearing the warrior's waistband in the movie because he is now an adult in the clan.

She reasons that if Spider were Na'vi, he'd be a warrior now, one of the people looking to make his own bow from home tree wood and make his place with a mate by his side.

This realization makes Neytiri vow to find Spider a good mate, someone to care for him since she can't anymore. Queue the hijinks of Neytiri vetting (terrifying) every eligible bachelor and bachelorette in Awa'atlu while simultaneously trying to see Spider more clearly to know which one will be right for him. Imagine Spider's confusion with her sudden interest as well as the sudden increase in the attention he's getting from the Metkayina, who regard him as a fine swimmer and diver thanks to his mask.

Another headcanon I have is that Spider is physically different from humans on Earth, just in ways you can't perceive without scientific testing. He has denser bones, larger lungs & organs in general, tougher skin, better eyesight, etc. The Metkayina people marvel at his differences more than the Omaticaya do because they've never seen humans before, so most of the things he does impress them.