#[ thank you for the ask lexie <5 ]

[kim-ruzek]

hi! top 5 Kim quotes

Oof Lexi, you know how to ask the difficult questions! (Also hey!)

I'd probably be able to answer this a lot better in a few weeks as I'm about to do a whole rewatch of all of cpd (probably would've started it sooner but I needed to sunbathe more than seeing baby burzek being all insecure and cute) and a lot of stuff I was able to quote of the top of my head from older seasons are a lot more faded in my mind.

Which tbf I don't mind since these later seasons have so much better Kim quotes, but it does mean I have a lack of diversity in seasons and that these are going to be burzek heavy (which IS very on brand for me so!) But even so, I did struggle a lot to keep this down to just five!

1. Kim telling Adam she believes in him.

2. Kim saying to get therapist that she doesn't want to be scared anymore.

3. Kim's testimony in the custody case.

4. Kim's whole "drugs/politics it's all the same" thing after she finds out the truth behind Blair's death.

5. On a lighter note and because it's honestly one of my favourite things Kim's ever said even though it's not so much like a deep or meaningful quote but I will find myself often repeating it to myself: when she wakes up from being shot the first time and pretends not to remember anything.

And as a bonus: in season two when she says Adam's been a bad boy. That lives rent free in my mind and I can't not mention it, even if it's not like a traditional thing to quote.

Thank you for asking!! 💖

[on-the-clear-blue]

Dead Man's Diner pt5

Danny groggily propped himself up as he heard the loud bang of his door being thrown open

"DANIEL VLADIMIR FENTON!"

Blinking a few times to get the sleep out of his eyes, Danny glared at Tucker, "Middle name? Really?" He hated it, so very much, hated that he thought it was cool when he was a kid, and hated it so much more after the portal incident, it wasn't enough for his parents to have Vlad be his godfather, Danny's middle name had to be that fruitloops as well.

Damn his parents for being such caring friends.

Tucker met Danny's glare as he crossed his arms in the doorway into Danny's room

He would cut an intimidating figure if Danny didn't know him, suit and tie perfectly pressed with a PDA held in one hand.

"I know you said that you got the Bats at the diner place thingy you are working at now last night, but did you have to call them out? Red Robin and Oracle have been trying to track you for the last 5 hours, I have had to summon Technus in the WE employee bathrooms! Thank God Mr Wayne included baby changing stations in each stall or I would have had to carve a sigil into the fucking wall! And I think *he* bricked the Batcomputor!" Tucker screeched as he paced the clear area of Danny's messy room

Scrubbing at his eyes, Danny sat up fully, more awake than he was a minute ago, "S-sorry? Didn't really think about them being sore bitches about it, I tagged them like once and set it online, they probably get hundreds of tags an hour. How was is supposed to know that they would read it?"

Tucker snarled, holding out his PDA for Danny to see "Not just Nightwing and Red Robin, half the God damn Young Justice team, The Titans are all over Nightwing, and all the rest of the bats are laughing their asses off! Look!"

<@Superboy_(the_hot_one)

[@not-that-red-robin.real wow Rob, if I knew u were broke I would have have asked Lexie to give u some cash]

<@Beep-Beep!_(official-Impluse)

[ @not-that-red-robin.real that's not very lit fam Gucci of u RR not very rizztastic and definitely isn't skibidi

@living-legend(Yes_that_wondergirl)

<@not-that-red-robin.real for fucking shame Red Themyscira has laws for bitches like you comere I am gonna cut off your thumbs.

Letting out a laugh, Danny was grinning as he scrolled through to Nightwings part.

<@theonetrueblueborg

[@.realwing: it's giving "my daddys rich and will take the bill" wing]

<@veggiemonster

[@.realwing: bro

:BRO

:Broooooooooooo]

<@Goth (Taylor's version)

[@.realwing: shame.]

Danny was full on laughing now, ad from what he could see through tears, so was Tucker, standing up with a weaze, "O-oh my Ancients....ugh t-that is just great"

Letting out a few more chuckles, Danny handded the PDA over to his friend, "I am sorry about getting the Bats aware of me, but I am not sorry for calling them toxic thinks."

Tucker sighed, running his forehead but still had a smile on his face, "You do know #NightwingsAssIsCancelled is trending right now?"

Danny couldn't hold back the cackle that shot through him at that.

---

Tim held his head in his hands, above him was his laptop, cycling through rebooting and then crashing, it had been five minutes so far, and if the last cycle had told him anything it would be up to that for another five minutes.

Groaning, Tim dragged himself up, he hadn't slept much last night, spending most of it trying (and failing) to get any information on the employee of Big C's, Danny nolastname he could find.

That was part of the problem, anytime he got even a smidgen close, it was like someone bitchsmacked him away. Even Babs was having trouble, she got a single thing before getting locked out of her own systems with baby shark playing on loop through her speakers.

He didn't know what to feel, humiliated that he was being actively cock blocked for information or excited since this is the first time in a while something was so difficult! The bear fact that he was being blocked so hard meant that there was something to block with this kid!

Stumbling down to the dining room, Tim didnt spare the table of his family a glance until he had gotten the pre-made cup of coffee from Alfred, letting the bitter drink wake him fully.

Finally turning to the family at large, he saw Bruce doing his best impression of a stone statue (Normal Damian was openingly glaring at him (slightly less normal), Dick was face down in a bowl of cereal (vaugly normal) and Cass was giggling while putting clips and sparkling things into Dicks hair (okay back to normal again)

Sitting in his spot across from Damian, Tim sighed, which seemed to be enough for Damian to go off on him.

"Are we paupers Drake? Has the CEO position at WE pay so little? And what of your own company? I was unaware that Drake Industries has fallen on such hard times!" Damians words rolled out like a lazy river, smooth and uncaringly cold.

"Oh my God, I am already planning on going back tonight and settling the fucking tab Dami, lay off it." Getting the expected "language" statement from both Bruce and Alfred, Tim drained his coffee cup, not so slamming it down but close to it before Damian could respond.

Eyes shooting to Bruce he huffed, "Meeting. Vlad Masters. One ish hours away."

Bruce's eyes shot to Alfred who only raised a brow at the two and Bruce stiffened "We can speak later in my Study Tim, eat something other than coffee and we can go do that." Getting a nod from Alfred, Bruce seemed to deflate with a sigh.

Grumbling, Tim picked at the plate of food Alfred placed in front of him, before forcing himself to eat, he would need energy more than coffee.

After managing to finish half his plate, Tim stood, "Come on, I need yo clue you in to somethings I was researching last night B..."

---

Bruce stayed silent as he sat down in his office, a tablet on his lap as he went through the test results once again.

"...are you saying me and Dick had Lazarus water laden food last night?" Tim said with frigid calmness

Biting back the urge to clam up and try and keep his son from worrying, Bruce nodded, "Trace amounts yes, I am unsure of its origins, the samples I was able to pull were much more pure than we are used to. How are you feeling?"

He watched as Tim held his face in his hands, massaging his temples before speaking, "Fine really? A little tired, appetite isn't there but that's normal...been feeling a strange sensation in my side but that is just likely phantom pain."

Noting everything down, Bruce nodded slowly, "Dick mentioned that he was still full feeling after a night's sleep and that some old wounds were feeling strange, I can only assume you are feeling your splenectomy scar?"

Sighing at Tim's agreement, Bruce noted a few more things down, making holding the last line to ask Damian if he had any knowledge on eating food effected by the pits, and another one not to tell Jason about this all in case it triggers something in him

"Putting that aside, B, what about Masters? Vladco makes medical stuff right? Shady business practices?" Bruce gave a grunt, switching the tabs on his pad to show him thr information on Vladimir Masters.

"Age 48, male, standing 6'1, weighs about 180, doctorate in theoretical quantum mechanics, had a lab incident preparing for a theise that left him hospitalized for some time, after he recovered and graduated is when his suspected criminal activities began, since then he has had several business owners simply sign their lively hoods to him...I suspect he is Meta with some sort of mind control abilities, the lab accident would make sense in awakening his Mets gene."

Bruce spoke as he handed the tablet over to Tim, "He sponsors several scientists with various types of study, two that stick out are Doctors Fenton and CADMUS."

Tim pulled a face as he followed along through the tabs of research "CADMUS? Really? So we are looking at some Midwestern millionaire that is totally not a supervillian in the making...what's up with the Fentons?" Handing the tablet back Tim flopped down into the chair opposite to Bruce.

"I am trying to figure that out, so far I know they went to school with Masters, and were there with him during the lab accident, the continual funding Masters is giving them makes me suspect they are just as involved in what ever Masters is to to..." Bruce was going to continue when there was a knock on the study door, and Alfred poked his head in.

"If you wish to be on time to your meeting, I would suggest Master Timothy get dressed now so you both might be in the car while I drive it to Wanye Towers."

Bruce frowned, but nodded, giving time a small smirk as the teen begins to realize he is just in a winkled t shirt that Bruce was 95% sure was Conners, and a pair of shorts that Bruce was very sure were Barts.

[devildom-doll]

Obey Me RP/Ask blog Masterlist (Part 1)

-> Part 2 Here <-

Sep 6 Update: so apparently you can only @ 50 people per post. I never knew that until now. So a Part 2 has been made. Thank you everyone!! :3

Nov 5 Update: I deleted deactivated blogs, so if there is room, I'll place new blogs here, otherwise they go onto part 2, thank you ^^

Characters:

MC 🐏: @ask-sheepmc / @demonluvr69 / @mc-not-goldie / @mmmmccccc / @anxious-yuki

Lucifer 🍷: @lucifer-morningst4r / @avatar-of-pride / @starofpride

Mammon 💰: @the-great-mammon-01

Leviathan 🎮: @l3v1uhthan / @rurihana

Satan 📚: @c4tan / @stn-tmblr

Asmodeus 💄: @asm0b4by / @asmochannn

Beelzebub 🍔: @lord-of-burgers / @b33lzhungry

Belphegor 💤: @ask-belphegor / @belphegor-sleepytime

Lilith 🪽: @8th-sisterlilith

Diavolo 👑: @l0rddiav010 / @thefalsetyrant

Barbatos 💚: @ask-barbatos

Luke 👼: @luketheangel

Simeon 🖋️: @devildomsimeon

Solomon 🪄: @s0l0th3w1s3

Thirteen 💀: @thirt33n-the-reaper / @solomon-hater-13

Mephistopheles 📰: @thedemonnobleman

Raphael 🏹: @raphaeltheseraphim

Michael 💍: @mxchaelsdiary / @michaeltheseraphim

Father ✝️: @celestial-realm-leader

Ruri Hana 🌷: @the-magical-ruri-chan

Little D No. 2 😈💰: @little2ndd

Pets:

Cerberus 🐾: @pridesdog

Satan’s Cat (one of many) 🐱: @wrathskitty

Objects (yes really):

Belphie’s Pillow 🐄: @belphies-pillow-kun

OCs:

@lexis-ackerman , @ask-oliver-the-demonom , @jelly-anddemon-lover , @wellcome-to-chaos

Descendants: @pridesson , @luv4j3llyfish , @lovelyyaliza , @moneyluvsdamien , @aspenthetwin , @cynthiathebettertwin , @thestarandtheghost , @joy-yeah , @devildom-persephone ,

ideas for other characters to RP -> 💜💜

Make sure they are active in 2024 :’)

[lordfreg]

DAY 5 - Prison Dimension

Alone at the edge of a universe humming a tune For merely dreaming we were snow A siren sounds like the goddess who Promises endless apologies of paradise And only she can make it right So things are different tonight

↪info and writing under the cut

♪ song - Dream Sweet in Sea MajorSong by Miracle Musical

✎ app used was IbisPaint X

‣ time was 2 hours 53 minutes

✶✦ thank you @lexiechr for the art/writing inspiration! ✦✶

LEON opened the portal with his swords, trying to find his way back to the base. He stepped through the cut in reality, his eyes adjusting to the dimmer lights and shining stars.

Kraang skeletons and destroyed, old mechs lay strewn about, his eyes gazing over the new space.

He didn't have a space suite or an air press, so he let out a low exhale. Cold adrenaline ran through his veins, he felt the coldness of the void creep onto his skin.

Flashes of forgotten trauma, the darkness memory he didn't even know he had. Leon's breath was heavy, as his air started to run out. He gasped at nothing, his lungs sucking in star dust, burning his mouth, throat and lungs. There was no oxygen, as no sound came from him.

He silently screamed, panicking as nothing came from his mouth. He felt his head grow light, and he fell to his knees, holding up his sword to make a new portal, this time, back to the base.

He forced himself to climb through the portal, the empty void he breathed filling with oxygen and making him choke on air.

Leon gasped out, coughing up spit as his eyes watered. Tears streamed from his eyes as steadied his breath.

He took a moment, breathing as he thought about the memories that flashed through his mind.

"Leo! Leo!" A familiar voice called, as Lexie ran to him in a panic.

"Leo, damnit! What happened?" She asked, helping pick up the bigger turtle.

"I-..." He rubbed his head, his voice completely raspy and fried, "Space..."

"Without an air press?" Lexie chided, "You should always be wearing one when out on mission! You know that."

Leon nodded, leaning into Lexie, his head against hers. His eyes closed, his face relaxing as the doctor led him to the med bay.

After the check-up and prescribed medication for the star dust burns and lung damage, Donavan approached his brother.

The same cold, annoyed scowl on his face as the soft shell lowered his hood.

"You're an idiot." Donavan hissed, "You know better. I'm disappointed."

Leon nodded, before smiling. He gestured to Donavan, using half ASL, half made-up twin language.

'I got a hug. She cares!' Leon signed, grinning at his twin.

Donavan nodded, giving him a fist bump.

[ninus9607]

Falling for her - Amelia Shepherd

Hey loves

This is my first story, so I'm pretty nervous also I'm sorry about my grammar, English isn't my first language

This story takes place during the second season but there are small changes, like Derek and Addison divorced before Derek came to Seattle so Addison won't be coming to Seattle for Derek because Richard asked her to (it will be important for the plot), lexie. The storyline in my story doesn't match Grey's one.

Amelia will work as an attending with Derek, also she's not the youngest shepherd and she is younger than Derek by only a few years. Derek and Meredith are not dating because of the rule (nobody cared about that but ok

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1. New start

There was a voice on the plane telling us to buckle up because we were landing, finally, I thought to myself. Flying more than 6000 km is exhausting. After the plane landed successfully, I put on my backpack and collected my baggage. When I got out of the airport, a cold wind greeted me, it's chilly here, I should take a taxi. There were many taxis on the other side of the road, I took my suitcase and slowly walked to the other side, there were about 5 taxis parked there, which one should I choose? Never mind, I chose the first one I stood by.

"Could you take me to Queen Anne at 303 Comstock Street?"

The taxi driver just nodded, is every American so grumpy? All the way there was silence in the car, but I didn't mind, I was looking out the window and admiring the world around me the whole time. I can't believe it, I'm truly here, Seattle was gorgeous, and there were people all over the place, which was a big difference from my home. When the car stopped on my street, the driver turned to me and in a cold voice said, "It would be $40." I pulled my wallet out of my pocket, full of US dollars, to make sure I had enough money. I must have grabbed a little more than I needed since I could barely close my wallet.

I handed him a $50 bill. "You can ke-" He didn't even let me finish and grabbed it from my hand, then pointed to the door. At that moment, I felt like hitting him. I grabbed my stuff, and as soon as I reached for the door, his car quickly started and sped off.

"Dick"

I looked around to see where I was, and after taking stock of my situation I realized I was lost, fuck, I should have seen what the house looked like before. I mean, what normal person wouldn't look at the house they're buying, yeah, I didn't look. I only have his address. So I'll try to ask someone. The street was quiet, with hardly any people to be seen outside. It was probably because everyone was still at work. However, a woman was walking on the sidewalk. She looked tired, but it seemed like she was my only option.

"Sorry to bother you, miss, but can you tell me where house number 302 is located?"

She looked at me with a surprised smile. "Oh, that's the house right next to mine. You must be my new neighbor. I'm Meredith Grey" She offered me her hand in greeting. Okay, it looks like Americans aren't so bad after all. I shook her hand. "Lena Anderson, nice to meet you" My accent was a bit stronger, I still have to get used to it.

"You're not from here, are you?" I shook my head "No, I just moved here." She looked at me with an even bigger smile. "Cool, come with me. I'll show you where you live."  And with that, she takes my hand. Are Americans always this friendly? We walked for a while and then stopped in front of a pretty big house. Wow, I think I made a good purchase.

"Thank you Meredith for helping me, you saved my life."

"It's okay, I'm glad I met you. Maybe we could hang out sometime, perhaps go to a bar or something?"

"Deal," I said and waved her off, picked up my keys, and opened my new home. Wow, this house is huge!  Large kitchen, beautiful living room, 3 bedrooms, and 2 bathrooms. This place is amazing! After unpacking and enjoying a warm shower, I settled into the beautifully modern living room, complete with a large TV and a PS5. Since I was a child, I have always enjoyed playing video games. I brought my PS5 here, and it provides great fun while helping me relax from reality. I prepared my favorite fruit tea and turned on the music on the TV. I grabbed my laptop and opened my email to check for any important updates. I was eagerly waiting for news about my job and had also applied for internship programs at hospitals in Seattle. My school grades are excellent, and I have valuable work experience back home in Europe. However, I understand that this may not guarantee anything.

I've got about 30 emails popping up, mostly some ads I should clean up, I started to slowly delete them one by one so I wouldn't accidentally delete something important. until I get an e-mail from Seattle Grace Hospital. I opened it and started reading.

 "You have been accepted into our residency program"

I screamed at the top of my lungs, I couldn't believe it, it's like a miracle, I love my life. In the email, there was additional information, such as salary, hours, and more. I am supposed to start in two days, so I might as well inform Meredith. She could at least assist me in getting oriented here. I changed into something more social, grabbed my keys, and went to see my neighbor.

knock, knock

After a while, some guy opened the door. "Oh, hi? Is Meredith there?" He was a little confused, but he called out to Meredith, who came to the door.

"Hey Meredith, sorry to bother you again, but as you said we could meet sometime. If you don't have plans for tonight, maybe we could hang out?"

"Hey, Len, I was just thinking about you, join us, I'll introduce you to my friends" She led me to her living room, where I saw two other people. They looked nice.

"Everybody, this is Lena, my new neighbor. Lena, these are my friends and roommates. George and Izzie"

"Hi"

"Hello"

"Nice to meet you all." I was a little nervous, but after two hours of talking and drinking, I felt like I had made new friends. Meredith and Izzie were great, funny and George was George. Such a nice guy. But I get the feeling he's secretly in love with Meredith, he looks at her like she's a god. It is very easy to make fun of him but in a good way.

"Where do you work? Your house is huge but it must have cost a lot." George asks me

"Well, actually I bought it before I had a job"

"WHAT? ARE YOU RICH?" Izzie and Meredith shouted at the same time

"Well kind of, but now I got a job in a hospital in their program an-"

"Are you a doctor? and in seattle grace?" George quickly cut me off

"Yeah? What's the problem??"

"We work there too! me, mer, izzie and our other friends like cristina and alex"

"So, Are we colleagues?"

"YES!" Everyone in the room screamed.

"Wow, that's really impressive. Is there a bar where we can celebrate?" I asked

"Let's meet at Joe's Bar tomorrow as we always do after work." Meredith said

"If you show me where it is, we can definitely..."

I stayed at Meredith's place for about an hour and then left to go home. I changed into comfortable pajamas, sat on my bed, and picked up the book. I decided on something a little more interesting: "Haunting Adeline." (😏) I was reading for about two hours before my eyes started to close, so I put the book down, turned off the light, and closed my eyes.

AN: Wow, that was my first chapter. I apologize for every mistake, but I'm trying yk...I'm happy for every response and comment also if you have any questions, just ask. I'd be happy to answer them.

PS: By the way, if you want to read more, you can check out my Wattpad or Ao3, where my story is already uploaded.

xx

[vioartemis]

I’ll die with you (part 2)

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: After you woke up at the hospital, your little group gathered and tried to list the suspects. When you get home with your girlfriend, she finds a good way to unstress you. Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 Warnings: (+18), smut, fingering (r receiving), mention of attack (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

In the morning, the police came to question you about what happened. You told them all you could remember, Tara still by your side.

"Do you know who it could be?" the new sheriff asked

"No I... I don't know..."

"Do you have ennemies?"

"No one who's still alive"

"Okay so... We'll keep you informed if we have something new"

He was about to go, but Tara called him back.

"Wait! Aren't you going to put us under protection?"

"Well, the person who attacked you probably think you're dead so..."

"We're not talking about any killer! It's Ghostface! He's going to come back. He always does."

She stood up and glared daggers at him, ready to fight until he gave you whatever protection.

"Tara..." you squeezed her hand "It's okay Sheriff, thank you"

She looked at you in disbelief as he got out of the room.

"What are you doing? You know we're in danger we need to be protected-"

"You know it's useless. He killed your protection last year, remember...? And we are not in danger. I am"

"Yeah and you're my girlfriend, so we are in danger"

"No. You are going to leave Woodsboro with Sam and the others. That way you will be safe and-"

"And you? You're coming with us right?"

You stayed silent, avoiding her gaze.

"No. No. I am not leaving you here."

"Tara it's the only way! Leave when you still can! I'll keep him busy here. He's going to come back for me. He wants me dead Tara."

"Well then I'll die with you."

"Tara-"

"I prefer dying with you than living far away while you're in danger"

Later this day, when Tara left to grab some coffee, you were visited by one of your friends and classmates. He knocked softly before opening the door slowly.

"Hi, how are you feeling?"

"Physically? Pretty good thanks to the painkillers. Mentally..." you didn't finish your sentence "How do you know I was attacked?"

"Tara called us. The press doesn't talk about it yet if that's what you were wondering. The teachers didn't know why you weren't here, Mindy told them you were sick"

You didn't know if that was the best thing to do. Not creating panic was great, but if Ghostface was back everyone was in danger. Now that the new sheriff wasn't so familiar with the killer, you were even more worried.

"... But the police arrived and told them everything" he continued "Oh! I bring you something, here" he handed you a card "Everyone signed it"

You took the card and opened it, lips curling up slightly at the sight: Kyra, Finn, Mindy, Lexi, Angie, Kyle, Chad, Ayla, Eleanor...

"Looks like not everyone signed it"

"What? I gave it to everyone that's no possible... who forgot?"

"You" you chuckled

"Shit..." he mumbled, blushing in embarrassement "I was so busy making sure they all signed I forgot to do it..."

You gave him the card so he could sign it, when Tara came back, two cups of coffee in hand.

"Sorry it took me so long there was so many people at th-" she paused when she saw him "Damian? You're not at school?"

"They dismissed us because of... what happened..."

He gave you the card again gently.

"What's that?" Tara asked, handing you one of the cups and sitting next to you

"We made a card for Y/n, all classmates signed it"

"Babe I don't know if I'm supposed to drink coffee..." you whispered

"Oh, right, I thought it could give you energy but... I didn't think this through..."

"I'm going to leave you alone... It was nice seeing you Y/n, Tara... I'll be back later maybe"

"Thanks for coming" you said

With that, Damian exited your room with a slight smile. Immediately after the door closed, Tara turned to you.

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"You shouldn't stay alone with someone! What if he's Ghostface?"

"Tara! Come on have you seen him? He's an angel, he couldn't hurt a fly"

"The more innocent they look the more dangerous they are" she mumbled

"If he wanted to kill me I would be dead. It's not him. Now relax and come here"

You moved a little to the side and lifted the covers so she could come in your bed with you. She took her shoes off and took place next to you. You rested your head against her. You missed her touch, her warmth, her perfume.

You thought you would never feel it again, and be here now against her relaxed you to the point you fell asleep.

When you woke up, Sam, Chad, Damian, Mindy, Lexi and your mom were here, sitting in circle around your bed. Tara was still next to you, stroking your hair lovingly.

"How long did I sleep...?"

"Around an hour" Tara replied, kissing your forehead

"You should've wake me up... sorry you had to wait..."

"It's okay, don't worry" Mindy said

"Have you figured out who the killer is already?" you asked her

"Not yet, unfortunately. But I have my list of suspects! Well not really... but-"

Like the year before, she started rambling about sequels and requels and something about a franchise and that everyone could die now.

"Now for the suspects... That's when it gets complicated..."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked

"Well, I don't think any of us survivor would do this. Gale is Y/n's mother, she wouldn't hurt her own daughter. Tara loves her way too much to lay a hand on her. And Sam, Chad and me, we all love Y/n, why would we attack her?"

"We wouldn't" her twin said

"Exactly. That leaves..." Mindy turned to the other boy "Damian, ah, Damian. How come you got close to Y/n after the massacre last year? You barely talked before."

"Well I- I don't know, I wanted to be friends with her. I always thought of talking to her but I don't know I just- got shy I guess..."

"Sure, very convincing"

"Wha- I'm not lying-"

"Lexi, my love" Mindy interrupted him, blowing a kiss to her girlfriend who smiled "Never trust the love interest"

The blonde's smile dropped quickly at her words.

"Is that it? Two suspects?" Gale asked Mindy

"Well, according to sequel of requel rules, yes"

"Great" she was being sarcastic, of course. She turned to the now prime suspects "Do you have an alibi for last night?"

Mindy's girlfriend was the first to answer.

"I was at Kyra's birthday party"

"Can you prove it?"

"Ask anyone who was there, check social medias..."

"I was there" Chad said "I can confirm she was at the party all night long"

After a little silence and a nod, Gale turned to Damian.

"And you?"

"I uh... I was home"

"Alone?"

"Yes..." then, after seing the look on everyone's face "But it's not me I swear! I didn't-"

"Yeah, totally not what the killer would say" Mindy jeered

"Y-you don't think it's me right? Chad? Lexi? Tara? Y/n?" the brunet stuttered

Tara's grip on you grew tighter, you could feel her body tense. You place your hand on hers, squeezing gently.

"I don't know man..."

"Come on guys, we can't make assumptions like that... Look at him, do you think he could slam my head against the floor three times? I mean- he looks so harmless with his fluffy hair, and he's too skinny to be the one who attacked me. No offense though"

"None taken" he mumbled, grateful for your support

"Y/n, just because you like his hair doesn't mean he's innocent. It's always the ones that looks the less harmful who does the most horrible things" your mom reminded you

"See, that's what I tried to tell you earlier"

"Tara..."

"What can I do to prove you I'm innocent...?"

"Damian, you don't need to prove anything, we don't-" you started

"You're going to stay with us, so we can keep an eye on you. If needed, tell your parents you're staying at Chad's house, your dear friend" the boy suggested

"I don't know if I like the idea" Mindy objected

"Do you have a better idea? You can stay at Lexi's if you're too scared"

After arguing with the doctors for half an hour, they finally let you go back home. The last time one of Ghostface's victims stayed at the hospital, she got attacked again. The memory was still fresh in yours and Tara's mind.

You could never forget this night.

Tara helped you carry your things to her room, putting your bag in a corner, and leading you to her bed.

"They said you shouldn't stand for too long-"

"Tara, babe, I'm not going to break... I know you're worried, but I'm fine"

"You're not fine, you've been stabbed six times! I know how it feels. It doesn't feel okay"

"... I know it's just- I don't want to stay here doing nothing..." you sighed "I'll lay here without complaining, come here"

You made yourself comfortable on her bed, opening your arms.

"Isn't it going to hurt you if I lay on you...?"

"It's okay, don't worry. I want to be close to you"

She complied and kissed you tenderly before positioning herself, nose pressed against your neck.

You closed your eyes, but immediately the scenes of the day before flashed before your eyes. Ghostface, the pain, the blood, Tara's screams, everything.

"Baby...?" Tara looked at you, concerned "You okay...?"

"Y-yeah... I just... I had some flashbacks..."

"Shit... How can I help?"

"If you know a good method to relax it would be appreciated..."

"Well... maybe I know something that could help"

"Really?"

"Hmhm"

She sat gently on your thighs, a slight smirk on her face.

"Tara-"

"Shh..." she whispered as she crawled to capture your lips with her own "I promise you'll feel better after... 'm gonna take good care of you..."

As she kissed you, one of her hands unbuttoned your jeans and slipped past the waistband of your underwear. She brushed her fingers over your clit, eliciting a moan from you.

You could feel her smile on your lips when she felt the wetness between your legs. She didn't waste time and slipped two digits inside you, humming in appreciation as she felt you clench around her.

She started pumping her fingers in and out of your pussy at a slow pace, provoking moans to slip past your now red and swollen lips. She kissed her way down to your neck, leaving love bites here and there.

When she curled her fingers, your hand tangled in her soft hair.

"Tara..." you let out in a breath

"I love it when you say my name like that..."

She picked up her pace, hitting all the right spots, drawing you closer to your release. She sucked dark purple marks on your neck and slipped another finger in. That was enough to send you over the edge.

"Good girl..."

You could have came again just from that, if it wasn't for Sam to enter the room suddenly.

"What do you want for din- Oh my god-"

She blushed hard when she saw what you were doing and turned her gaze quickly to the floor.

"Jesus christ! Do you think now is the best moment for... that?"

Tara slipped her fingers out of you and casually shove them in her mouth, licking you off her fingers.

"I figured out it was the best way to relax her. Beside, if you knocked..."

"Don't, please. Just- answer the question"

"Pizza would be great, right baby?"

You nodded slightly, cheeks as red as a tomato, mortified. Sam quickly left after she had her answer.

"You didn't lock the door?!" you whispered-shouted "How I am supposed to look at her in the eye now...?"

"Do you feel better?"

"Babe that's not-" you paused at the look she gave you "... yes"

"See, I told you it would help..." she leaned in for a kiss, a smile on her face

"God you really have no shame..." you mumbled, kissing her passionately

"Nope" she smiled against your lips

You knew this kind of moments were the best to remember years after, but at the moment you were embarrassed. Still, a part of yourself 'enjoyed' that moment.

Maybe it was your subconscious knowing happiness would soon end to be replaced by grief.

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don’t worry

boyfriend! matt sturniolo x pop star girlfriend! reader

summary: reader is a singer and has vocal nodes but matt is with her every step of the way.

warnings: pet names (baby, sweetheart), use of y/n, surgery, anesthesia, hospitals, needles.

a/n: i’m not sure if anyone has ever done this before so please lmk if they have !! a lot of green in this story but pay attention because the green is like 5 different people because i’m limited on colors

being a popular singer has it’s perks but it definitely also has it’s own set of issues.

i had just finished my second united states tour and i was on my way back to LA, but in pain.

a few days before the last show my throat hurt so my manager, lexi made me see the first doctor available. we discovered i had vocal nodes and had to go under surgery almost as soon as i got back to LA.

my boyfriend matt, was one of the first people to know. he begged to come on the tour with me, but being an influencer himself i made him stay in LA with his brothers to manage their youtube channel and brand deals. he told me that i had no idea how bad he felt for not being able to be there for me.

with vocal nodes i’m not supposed to sing and i can barely talk. if i do talk i’m in a whole bunch of pain.

walking off the plane and into the airport was horrible. lexi doesn’t want me to go anywhere alone so i have one security guard with me at all times and that causes a lot of stares and people asking for things. today, i had sunglasses on, my hood up and airpods in.

i scan the airport, looking for my boyfriend and his 2 brothers. i immediately find them and i almost started to run to them but stop when i realize i still have my bags. i tap my security guard, mike’s shoulder and he looks down at me.

“can you-?” i ask, cutting myself off due to the pain in my throat. i point to my bags. he nods, grabbing the handle of my suitcase and the bag off my shoulder. i start walking quickly towards matt, taking off my sunglasses just before i get to him.

“i’m so sorry baby, are you okay?” he asks and tears fill my eyes. this surgery is very risky because there’s no guarantee that my voice will come back, so i’m genuinely terrified. singing is something so big in my life, it’s a huge part of me. if i can’t sing i don’t know what i’d do.

as i was attempting to talk matt cut me off. “you don’t have to talk, it’s okay.” he comforts. i nod, pulling away from the hug and turning to nick and chris.

“hi.” nick says softly, hugging me and rubbing my back. i just wave in response, pulling away.

“hey, i’m sorry.” chris apologizes, i just shrug. i turn back to matt as we stand in silence.

“let’s go then, yeah?” matt speaks up, grabbing my bags from mike.

we walk towards matt’s car with mike following closely behind. we can hear everyone talking about us and taking pictures but we ignore it. when we get to matt’s car i turn to mike.

“the car is over there. can you please tell them i’m with the triplets and i’m safe?” i ask, pointing in the direction of a black escalade.

“yeah of course.” mike nods.

“thank you so much. i’ll see you tomorrow.” i tell him, climbing into the passenger seat.

after a couple hours of hanging out with matt in mostly silence, he brought me back to my house. i had to go see a specialist tomorrow to schedule my at 8 am so it was just easier if i stayed at my house so my manager could pick me up.

“want me to come in for a few?” matt asks, putting the car in park. i nod and he starts to get out of the car.

“uh actually, can you stay please? i’m scared to be alone.” i ask, my voice strained as i wince from the pain in my throat.

“yeah of course.” he nods. when we get inside we go up to my room and i change into pajamas. since matt is over so often, he started keeping clothes of his at my house so he was able to change into pajamas as well. we climb into my bed and i lay my head on his chest, his arm wraps around me as i turn on our favorite show, new girl.

“i know you’re probably really scared right now, but i want you to know that i’m always here for you.” he tells me, rubbing his thumb across the exposed skin on my hip.

“thank you matt.” i tell him softly. if i speak soft enough the pain isn’t as intense as it would be if i spoke normally.

at the doctors office they scheduled my surgery. they wanted to do it as soon as possible so it was in three days.

matt had been with me everyday, getting me anything i needed or wanted. i tried my best not to talk, but when i’m around matt that’s all i wanted to do.

he had told me when it was the day of my surgery he was going to sit in the waiting room the entire time no matter how long it took. i tried to tell him how much i loved him but he didn’t want me to talk and mess up my voice even more.

3 days later

me, matt, lexi and mike walked into the surgical center and walked up to the front desk.

“y/n l/n has a phonomicro surgery schedule for 9 am.” lexi spoke for me. my nerves were so bad i genuinely thought i was going to throw up and matt could tell so he grabbed my hand and rubbed his thumb across the back of my hand.

“yes here she is. please fill out this paperwork and then the nurse will come get her in a few minutes to prep her for the surgery. you guys can take a seat.” the receptionist tells us, handing me a clipboard of papers and a pen and pointing to a set of four chairs along the wall.

we all take seats and i start to fill out the papers. it’s pretty basic and standard questions. ‘what’s your full name?’ ‘when’s your birthday?’ ‘do you have insurance?’ ‘have you ever had surgery before?’ i filled out there pages of the same questions that were worded in different ways.

i finished the paperwork and handed it back to the receptionist. a few minutes later my name was called. the nerves in my body spiked up and i immediately started shaking. matt and lexi stood up with me and matt pulled me into him.

“don’t worry sweetheart, you’re gonna be okay. we’ll all be waiting for you, okay?” he tells me soothingly which helps calm me down a bit. i turn to lexi.

“don’t think to much into it. you’re voice will come back.” lexi says, rubbing my arm. i nod, waving to mike before walking off with the nurse.

as we’ve walking to the room she’s asking me all the same questions i answered on the papers.

“okay i’m gonna have you change into this gown, these underwear and these socks. put your clothes in this bag. you can change in here.” the nurse tells me, handing me everything and showing me to the bathroom that was in my room.

when i walked out she took my bag of clothes and placed it on the chair. “you can go head and lay down. are you scared of needles?” she looked at me as she rolled her cart of things closer to the bed. i shook my head no.

“okay that’s good. i do have to put an IV in your arm so the anesthesiologist can give you anesthesia. do you want to squeeze this?” she asks me, holding up a blue stress ball.

“mhm.” i hum, smiling as she handing the ball to me. i felt her clean my arm with an alcohol pad and she paused for a second, i assumed she was looking for a good vain to put the IV in.

“okay, 3,2,1.” she counted, pushing the needle into my arm. “you okay?” she asked.

“yeah.” i confirm.

“good, now i’m gonna push you into the operating room.” she put the sides of the bed up, pushing me out of the room. when we got to the operating room there were people already waiting.

“hi y/n, i’m the anesthesiologist. you doing okay?” he asked me, i nodded and put my thumb up.

“okay good, i want you to count back from 10, okay?” he tells me, i nod. i feel him messing around with the IV and i knew he was getting ready to give me the anesthesia.

“10, 9, 8, 7-“ i managed to get to 7 before passing out.

when i woke up i was back in the room from earlier. matt, lexi and mike all sat in chairs around me and matt was holding my hand.

i squeeze his hands a couple times, giving him a sign that i’m awake.

“oh thank god.” he breathes, kissing my forehead. i open my mouth to speak but they all stop me.

“no!” they all yell, my eyes going wide.

“you can’t talk.” lexi tells me.

“you’ll be in pain if you do.” matt adds on. lexi turns to mike. “can you get the doctor and tell them she’s awake?” lexi asks. mike nods and walks out.

a few minutes later he walks back in the with doctor.

“miss l/n, how you feeling?” the doctor asks. “don’t talk! use your hands.” he quickly adds on, putting his thumb up and then down. i put my thumb on the middle.

“okay that’s normal.” he tells me, feeling my lymph nodes.

“you can’t talk for about a week, and you have to wait about a month before you try to sing, okay?” i shake my head yes.

“okay. we do have to keep you over night for observation but you should be able to go home tomorrow afternoon. you will have to be under close observation. do you have anyone that you live with or anyone that can look after you.” he asks. i point to matt. the doctor nods.

“well everything looks good for now. i’ll come back later and check on you.” he tells me, walking out of the room. matt walks closer and grabs my hand again.

“see you’re okay.” he smiles. i smile and nod.

“i know this isn’t a great time, but there was a picture that was leaked of us walking into the hospital so now people think you’re dead because you haven’t been active on anything.” matt tells me. my eyes go wide and i almost laugh. i do texting motions with my hands, letting them know i want my phone. matt laughs and pulls my phone out of his pocket and hands it to me.

y/n.l/n posted on their story!

a/n: should i make a part 2 of the recovery?? 😇 i wrote this while watching 8 mile.

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hey guys <3 this is actually based on a true story that happended yesterday night :( The names are not the same as the real people, and some of it is twisted to make since, but yeah I felt like writing thsi would help me cope.

Rafe Cameron (not specified tho) x fem!reader

warnings: underage drinking (highschool party), heartbreak

Walking into the party, it was exactly as I expected. Loud, music blaring, drink cans all over the grass backyard, Halloween decorations along the fence, and lots of already drunk teenagers. I held onto my friend's belt as we moved between dancing pirates and angels, prisoners and fairies. I held onto my can of Dr. Pepper, eyes searching for him. As we come to a stop in the middle of the backyard where it isn't overly crowded, I spot my friend Stas and give her a hug. "I love your costume!" I say with a smile on my face, although I'm not entirely sure what she actually is. "Thanks queen, I love you," she slurs, holding my arm. "I am an album cover for Nirvana," she says bringing her drink to her lips. "Thats so creative," I comment, giving her another hug before she turns away to go see her other friends. I bring my attention back to my friend Kayla, watching as she has a conversation with someone dressed up as Salt burn. When I look to the left, I spot him. He's wearing a orange convict costume, matching with one of his friends.

But then I see her.

Shes gorgeous, clinging onto his arm, wearing a swat costume that seems to make her even more pretty. I swallow hard, watching as his hand moves lower to rest just above her ass. Fuck. I think, biting my lip to ignore the jealousy and sadness. I shouldn't even feel this way, because we've never even dated. We have technically grown up together, being in the same class since second grade, but why do I care? Maybe every time it felt like he was flirting with me, he wasn't, and he acts that way with everyone. Maybe I was just delusional because everyone knows the kook prince can't date police chief's daughter. "You okay?" Kayla asks, interrupting my thoughts. I glance at her and fake a smile. "Yeah." She gives me a look like she doesn't believe me. "Alright well, I'm gonna go get a drink, you want one?" I shake my head no, taking a sip of my soda. When I look back at him, we make eye contact for just a moment before he brings his attention back to her. I sigh and start to walk around to find some of my friends. I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I turn around to see Lexi with a drunk grin on her face. "Hey girl!" She giggles excitedly, dancing to the music.

After I talked with her for a while, and some random drunk people came up to talk to us, the vibe quieted down a little. I stand with my friend Bella, talking to one of the boys in our grade. He's incredibly high, but it's nice to talk to someone who used to be my friend. I look around as the conversation starts to bore me, him begging for us to drive him home after the party. When I look over my shoulder, I think my heart quite literally stopped. It was like the music was off and everyone stopped moving and it was just them. Their sitting on the steps, her hand is on his thigh and he's kissing her.

Her.

My mouth fell open as my eyes filled with tears. I turned back around, staring at the ground. I should have fucking known it was never going to happen for me. So why did I excite myself? Why did I spend so much time getting ready just for him to look at my for all of 5 seconds? I've never been so jealous and hurt, I guess he was just toying with me, making me believe it would happen for me. And I fell into his trap.

[bunny7567]

I got you - chapter 5

Pairing: Rex x Jedi!ofc

Word count: 4.7k Tags/Warnings: graphic description of injury; implied ptsd; all my medical knowledge comes from Grey's anatomy so I doubt that first-aid scene is correct; Rex is a sweetheart; idk what you all will think about the name thing but I thought it was really cute; a little flirting if you squint; some angst; Hardcase has no tact but I love him for it

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“M-my orders? I don’t… I don’t think I can give orders, I-I don’t have military training, I… I don’t know what I’m doing”, Lexie said, her voice almost a whisper.

“You’re a Jedi, Lexie, you got this”, the clone in front of her reassured her, his grip on her shoulder tightening for a moment as one side of his lips lifted in a faint smile. Just for a moment his appearance was different. His hair was blond and buzzed short, and his armor had blue markings painted on it. She blinked and he was back in the white, shiny armor, hair once again the black colour it first was. She felt very confused.

 “Okay, I-I got this, I…. Thank you…”, she paused expectantly, eyes finding his again and waiting for the trooper to tell her his name.

“My designation is CT-7567”, he said.

“Um, okay… but what about your name?”, she asked with a small frown.

“I don’t have one”, he replied, no trace of emotion in his voice.

“How is that possible? You’re a person, you should have a name. Do none of you have names?”, she asked with indignation. The trooper just lifted his shoulders in response. “We need to change that once we’re done here. But right now we have to move, Anakin and Obi-Wan need reinforcements”.

The clone put his helmet back on. “What’s the plan, Sir?”

Lexie flashed a small, annoyed look towards him at his address, but there was no time to argue anymore. She activated a small holo-device she retrieved from her belt, a map of the surrounding terrain appearing in the air.

“The Command Center that Dooku was tracked to is here, three klicks away from our position. Master Windu is leading five units of troopers in a frontal assault, so if we follow this route here and come from the right flank we should be able to avoid most of the droid forces and sneak into the Command Center through one of the lower access tunnels. We need to be fast, Anakin and Obi-Wan are ahead of us, I don’t think they can take Dooku on their own. I don’t know how much help I’ll be… the Council was counting on my Master’s skills, but mine will have to do now I guess”.

She took a deep breath and looked at the trooper who gave her a reassuring nod. He then turned and raised his voice. “Let’s move”. The squad of troopers behind them immediately followed the order.

Everything happened fast, as if it was fast-forwarded, the route to the Command Center, the droid defences once they got close to it, the blasterfire, her yellow lightsabers slashing through metal, the entrance to the tunnel, the sudden, urgent realisation that a canon had been fired, the explosion, pushing her squad away, the rocks that fell around her as she frantically tried to use the Force to protect herself.

Next thing she knew, Lexie was in someone’s arms, being carried towards a gunship while blasterfire could be heard all around. The man who was carrying her let out a low grunt and stumbled a little as a blastershot hit him in the back of the leg. Lexie’s grip around his neck tightened momentarily.

“You’re ok, I got you”, a caring voice sounded from behind the helmet.

She was lowered to the floor of the ship, back rested on the durasteel of the wall. Her entire body ached and she almost threw up when she noticed the unnatural angle her right knee was bent in. But the worst pain was coming from the back of her head.

A bright light flashed over her eyes. “Her left pupil’s blown”, a clone medic said. He moved her head, examining it for injuries.

“What does that mean?”, the trooper who had calmed her down before, and who’s arms she had just been in asked from her left.

“It could be a brain bleed. There’s a big gash on the back of her head. She needs to get to the medbay ASAP”, the medic replied. “Keep her talking, I need to set her knee… it’s gonna hurt”.

“Lexie”, the trooper’s soft voice said. He had taken off his helmet, his honey-coloured eyes looking into hers. His hand slowly clasped around her own. Lexie was struggling to hold his gaze, finding it difficult to keep her eyes open. “What do I say?” he asked the medic.

“I don’t know, anything, just keep her awake”, he said with an annoyed tone of voice, taking hold of her leg. Lexie screamed as he popped the knee back into its place. Even with the local anaesthetic the medic had injected the pain was still overwhelming and her grip tightened around the clone trooper’s hand.

“Okay… uh…”, he searched his mind for any question he could ask. “You said you’ll help me find a name once the battle is done. Do you have any ideas?”, he finally said.

“The battle is done? Is Anakin okay? Obi-Wan?”, she mumbled almost inaudibly.

“They’re fine. Everyone is fine”, he lied; he had no idea. “Lexie”, he said and shook her gently.

“A name yes…”, she was struggling to think, her headache getting worse. “Nik is a nice name”, she said closing her eyes.

“It is, yes. But come on, I can’t just settle for the first option you give me”, he said trying to sounds light-hearted and shaking her again.

“Right, yeah…”, she half opened her eyes. “There were some books I loved as a kid… about a pirate, his name was Rex… he travelled the Galaxy for… for ancient treasures… he… so many adventures… far away planet...”, she couldn’t form the words anymore, the pain was too much. All she wanted was to close her eyes and sleep.

“Lexie. Stay with me… stay awak-”.

Lexie opened her eyes in a panic. She was in bed in her room and she sat up, her hand reaching to the back of her head. The scar was still there, but it didn’t hurt anymore. Breath. It was just a memory. She turned her head to look at the digital clock on her desk; there were 22 minutes left until her alarm. Her gaze then fell to Rex’s helmet which was still placed on the desk. He was still in her room.

She turned slightly, finding him sat in the same position he was in before she had fallen asleep. Well, almost the same position. His arms were crossed over his chest, head leaning back against the durasteel wall that separated the bedroom from the refresher. His lips ware slightly parted and his breathing was slow and even. He had fallen asleep at some point during the night. The light in the room was dim, neither of them had turned it off before falling asleep, and she could see the sharp features of his face. He is so handsome. She felt the urge to trace her fingers on his face, over his lips, down the side of his neck…

Lexie shook her head, trying to free herself from the inappropriate thoughts. She was a Jedi, and his General! Maker, show some fucking propriety. She got out for bed and went to the desk, picking up his helmet. It felt heavier than she expected and the plastoid was cold against her hands. She looked at the Jaig eyes. Rex had dug her out from under the rubble, he had carried her to safety while getting shot at, he had actually gotten injured himself while saving her. Notable acts of bravery, the words sounded in her head.

Lexie suddenly remembered something. She placed the helmet back on the desk and took a datapad from inside a drawer. The screen flashed open on the Geonosis mission report. She scrolled all the way back to the top. Squad leader: CT-7567. She had noticed it before but had not paid much attention to it. In hindsight, she really could’ve checked up on that lead. Idiot.

However, that was not what she wanted to check. She closed the report and opened the hospital visitor log she had gotten a hold of a couple of days after regaining consciousness. She had only looked through it once, and it had been in search of her master’s name, wanting to know if he had cared enough to visit her while in the coma. His name had not appeared at all, she had only seen Obi-Wan’s most frequently, Anakin’s, Aayla’s a few times and on only two occasions Mace Windu’s.

But there was something else she had noticed. It had puzzled her for a bit, but the disappointment of not finding her master among the visitors made her quickly dismiss it as a droid’s number. But here it was, CT-7567, three weeks after she had been admitted into the Grand Republic Medical Facility. She found it again after two more weeks, and then again, three days in a row after a pause of a month. She scrolled through the months she had been in a coma, CT-7567, appearing at random intervals. It must be every time he was on Coruscant. The last entry of his number was just 1 day before she had woken up. Lexie remembered asking after Anakin once awake and being told by Obi-Wan that he and his battalion had just been deployed on a mission.

“Is everything alright, Lexie?”, Rex’s voice startled her. He had gotten up from the chair and was looking at her with a concerned expression. Hearing her name leave his lips stirred a warm feeling inside her chest.

“Yeah, I was just… you visited me in the hospital”, she said with a small smile, turning the datapad so the screen faced him.

Rex blushed and his hand reached for the back of his neck, rubbing it slowly. “Uhh… yeah. I wanted to check in on you”. Maker, why was he so nervous? He straightened almost at attention and looked at her again.

“That was really kind of you. Thank you”, she paused, her eyebrows furrowing. “You’ve really been so kind to me, ever since we met and I’ve… I really am so sorry, Rex”.

“You need to stop being so hard on yourself. You made some mistakes. But for what is worth, I forgive you, Lexie”, he said softly, taking a step towards her.

“But what about everyone else? Do you think they’ll forgive me? They all think I’m a clone-hater”, she said quietly.

“I’ll talk to them, set the record straight”, he assured her.

“I should… I want to apologise to them myself. To the umm… the survivors from my platoon”, she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Well, Denal is still in the infirmary, I think. And you can find Kix, Jesse and Hardcase together during meals in the mess. But just so you know, Echo and Fives are pretty much always with them”, he informed her.

“That’s alright, I can apologise for the breakdown I had last night at the same time then”, she said with an embarrassed chuckle. “What time do they usually eat?”

“Breakfast is usually at 0700 hours, but during leave I allow them to have it at 0900, especially when I know they’ve been at the 79s all night”, he said.

“And here I thought you were this rigid, no-nonsense captain”, Lexie said teasingly.

“I am not rigid”, Rex said a bit defensively.

Lexie looked at him up and down to emphasise her point. “You sure about that, honey?”, she said with a small laugh.

Rex felt the blush creep back on his face. Nobody had ever called him “honey” before. “Having good posture does not mean I’m rigid”, he tried to sound unbothered.

“Whatever you say”, she said with a smile, taking a step closer to him.

Lexie realised suddenly how close the two of them were. She could easily raise her hand and caress his cheek. She looked into his eyes and he held her gaze. She felt so connected to him.

“I remembered something. The short conversation we had on the gunship”, she said quietly. The fact that he chose the name she had suggested made her feel something she wasn’t sure she could put into words, a sort of heart-warming pride.

Rex lowered his eyes and let out a nervous chuckle. “Oh, that”, his hand reached for the back of his neck again. He wasn’t sure what to say anymore, their conversation had become a lot more intimate than he expected. He met her eyes and his heart skipped a beat; he thought they were the most beautiful shade of brown he’d ever seen. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the alarm that started ringing on the desk. He took a step back as Lexie moved to turn it off.

“I should go and check that everyone got back from the 79s alright”, Rex said after clearing his throat.

“Thank you, for staying with me last night”, Lexie mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

“I’m glad I could help”, he replied, doing the same thing.

The Captain picked up his helmet, turned to give Lexie a respectful but curt nod and hurriedly left the room.

Rex walked fast down the corridors. He needed to reach his room, needed to be alone for a few minutes. Last night had not turned out at all how he expected. But he was relieved, glad even, at how everything had played out. They had cleared the air and there was no longer any doubt in his mind now that Lexie was the same brave, kind-hearted Jedi that had fought by his side on Geonosis, the same Jedi that had pushed him and his brothers out of harm’s way, to the detriment of her own safety, and that had stood up for them to her own master. She had made a mistake, but she was full of remorse about it. She wasn’t cold, she wasn’t heartless, and she was definitely not a clone-hater. He just needed to convince his brothers of it too.

His mind drifted to the memory of her crying in his arms and he felt a dull ache in his chest. She had been so distraught, so vulnerable, he realised he wasn’t just shocked by the situation, he actually hated seeing her like that. It had reminded him of all those times he had visited her in the Grand Medical Facility. She had seemed so fragile laid in that bed, oxygen mask on her face, her hands cold to the touch. The first couple of visits he had kept his distance, remaining stood by the foot of the bed and only staying a few short minutes. But after that he had started to sit on the chair at the head of the bed, he had taken her hand just as he had on the gunship, he had spoken to her, asking her to wake up or telling her about the missions he’d been on.

On his last visit her heartrate had increased just a little as he took her hand, her eyes had fluttered open and just for a second she had looked at him. Then she was unconscious again and he had to leave, but he had felt so happy the following day when General Skywalker received a holo-call from General Kenobi sharing the news of her finally waking up.

The realisation that he was smiling at the memory hit him and he immediately frowned. He is not supposed to feel this way about a Jedi, and about his General nonetheless. He had crossed a lot of lines last night but he could justify most of them, he was the captain after all, it was his responsibility to assure the wellbeing of his men, and she was part of the battalion now. What he couldn’t justify however, was the way his eyes had roved over her body in that short nightshirt she had changed into, lingering on the exposed skin of her legs. That had been unacceptable, he had to make sure it never happened again.

Upon reaching the communal dormitories Rex thought he should actually check on the men. Their plan last night had been to head out to the 79s after some pre-drinks at the base and from the looks of it they had followed it. Hardcase and Fives were still laid on their bunks, the former laying on his stomach with his pillow over his head. Jesse was sat on his top bunk, feet dangling over the side, looking like he just woke up, while Echo and Kix were stood next to it chatting.

“Missed you at the 79s last night. Was the General alright?”, Echo said as Rex approached them.

“She’s fine”, he replied. He paused thinking how much he could tell them without breaking her confidence. “She was just sleep deprived”.

“Were you with her the entire night?”, Kix asked arching an eyebrow. Fives propped himself up on his elbow at the comment, a shit-eating grin on his otherwise groggy face.

“What? N-No”, Rex tried to lie. The look the men gave him told him there’s no way in hell they believed him. He was in full armor and was carrying his helmet between his arm and hip. Where else would he be coming from at this hour? “Okay yeah, I wanted to make sure she got some rest”, he said defensively.

“Damn, Captain, you sure move fast”, Fives teased.

“Nothing inappropriate happened. I slept on a chair”, Rex said sternly, voice a mixture of annoyance and anger. It was too early in the day to deal with Fives’ banthashit.

“I was just taking the piss, vod, no need to get so defensive”, Fives said, laying back on the bed. Jesse and Kix chuckled.

“I’m gonna hit the showers”, Rex said dryly before leaving the room.

Why did he get so defensive? He must just be tired, he had not rested much after all and his neck was all stiff from the awkward position he had slept in. That must be all it was and a shower should definitely make him feel better.

Lexie stood in front of the durasteel door of the mess hall, feeling her courage falter as the embarrassing events of last night played in the mind. She had spent the hours after Rex had left meditating. Trying to, anyway. Her mind was anxious, moving at light speed through too many conflicting thoughts. Master al’Prani’s disappointed look would appear in her head every time she thought about Rex holding her or keeping watch while she slept. But the way his arms had felt around her, the warmth of his body, the safety of his mere presence… she had to shake her head to get the thoughts out.

And then there was the apology she wanted to make. She mulled over the words she had selected, rearranging sentences, contemplating what tone of voice she should use, hoping and praying her voice won’t shake or, even worse, she won’t start crying again. She imagined their reactions, she imagined them telling her that she will never be forgiven, that she was a horrible, heartless monster, that she deserved to suffer. They won’t say that, stop being dramatic. She was still worried though.

She heard footsteps coming down the corridor and turned her head to see Fives slowly making his way towards the mess. He looked… really hungover.

“Rough night?”, she called with an amused voice.

Fives snapped at attention. “General”, he saluted.

“At ease”, she said. Could I order them to stop doing that?

“How are you feeling, General?”, he asked. She knew he was referring to the incident in the training room. He seemed genuinely concerned.

“Better than you are, clearly. You look like shit”, Lexie replied with a small laugh.

“Happy hour at the 79s”, he said with a shrug.

“How’s your jaw?”, she was eyeing the visible bruise. “I feel responsible for that, broke your focus”, she said with a wrinkle of her nose.

“It’s fine, not the first time I get punched, Sir. Are you coming in?” he gestured to the door, some confusion on his face.

“After you”, she replied.

The mess hall was busy and Lexie felt all eyes on her as she followed a few steps behind Fives. She eyed the table they were heading to. Echo was sat next to Jesse on one side, and on the other side of the table she could see the backs of Rex, Hardcase and Kix. She felt her heart beat faster the closer she got to them. Fives plopped down on the bench next to Echo, who shot up along with the others upon seeing her.

“No don’t stand…”, she said motioning for them to sit back down. “I… I was hoping to talk to all of you”, she continued, making eye contact with Kix, Jesse and Hardcase. She took a deep breath and looked at the Captain, who gave her a reassuring nod.

 “I wanted to apologise to you all”, she said loud enough for the other tables around them to hear. They were eavesdropping anyway; the entire mess had gone silent. “I let you down on Erosh-4… I was… I let my arrogance cloud my judgement and put the platoon in a dangerous situation. I am fully responsible for the casualties we sustained. I will not make excuses for my behaviour, but know that I deeply, deeply regret my actions. I promise that I will do better in the future, and I will try my hardest to earn back your trust”.

The men were all silent, they had not expected an apology. They looked at each other with baffled expressions. Lexie crossed her arms over her chest and looked at each of them, anxiety growing. The silence was making her uneasy. Her eyes fell towards Fives and Echo. “And I should also apologise for last night”, she continued, lowering her voice this time. “Not my proudest moment”, she said with a nervous chuckle. Echo gave her a small smile.

“Thank you, General”, Rex broke the silence.

“Yes, it… means a lot you hear you say that, Sir”, Kix interjected.

She let out the breath she was holding, she felt so relieved. “I’ll let you get back to your meal”. She gave a small smile then moved to walk away.

“Would you like to join us, Sir?”, Echo asked. His brothers looked at him a bit taken aback.

“No I… I don’t want to intrude”, she replied quietly, her eyes darting over the men.

“Umm… We don’t mind, Sir. Right boys?”, Jesse said, prompting some nods from the others. He then slid on the bench to the left, freeing some space between him and Echo.

“I…”, Lexie trailed off. Was it even allowed for a general to eat with her subordinates? Should she allow herself to get this close to the men, to sit and eat with them, talk and laugh together? Master al’Prani would be livid. But he wasn’t here anymore, and she hated having him constantly in her head. And she really craved some companionship, the past few weeks had been quite lonely. “I’d really like that actually”, she admitted, moving to the space that was freed for her.

“Do you want something to eat, General?”, Rex asked.

“No, I’m fine, Captain. I could do with some caf though”.

“I’ll get it”, Fives said standing up. “Was heading there to get some for myself anyway”.

“Thanks”, she said looking up at him. Fives winked at her before he left, making her chuckle and shake her head. She then turned her eyes towards Kix. “Is Denal still in the infirmary?”

“Yes. But he’s all better now. I’m heading there after breakfast to discharge him”, the medic replied.

“That’s good to hear. I’ll come with you, I have to apologise to him too”, she said with a small smile. Kix nodded.

“General, permission to ask a direct question?”, Hardcase said after a few moments of awkward silence. Lexie nodded in confirmation. “Do you have a problem with us? Clones I mean”. Lexie’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, that really was direct.

“Hardcase!”, Rex hissed.

“What? I just want to clear things up”, Hardcase shrugged.

“It’s alright, Captain. It’s a very valid question”, Lexie said before her attention shifted to Fives handing her a cup of caf, having just returned with his tray. She thanked him then turned her head back to Hardcase. “I don’t have a problem with clones. I know you’ve all heard about my Master and his… comments on Geonosis, but I promise I do not share his views at all. I have an issue with the concept of cloning, yes, but that’s a different thing altogether”.

The men shared a look with each other, frowns and confusion visible on their faces. Kriff, that still sounded bad.

“Okay, no, I can see that still sounded bad”, she continued getting a bit flustered. “What I meant by that is that my issue lies with the act of cloning… you know? The concept of creating life, sentient life, just to throw it into a war… it’s horrible, y-you have to admit that. How is this any better than the Separatist droid army? Morally I mean, not superiority of skill ‘cause there is no doubt of that of course… Maker I need to learn when to shut the fuck up”. Lexie said with a nervous chuckle, lifting one hand to rub her temples. “I-I don’t hate clones, I promise, that’s the main point”, she mumbled again, making eye contact with Rex.

“We get what you mean, General”, he said. Lexie could hear some amusement in his voice.

She took a sip of her caf, it was horrible and she made a face which Hardcase and Kix chuckled at. She desperately wanted to move from the subject, she felt so embarrassed by her rambling.

“Fives”, she said, getting the trooper’s attention. She leaned a bit in order to see him past Echo. “I’ve been meaning to ask you about the design on your helmet. If you don’t mind talking about it”.

“I don’t mind, Sir. It’s a Rishi eel. We had an unfortunate encounter with one at the outpost. It actually ate poor Cutup... I guess it’s a reminder of both a fallen brother and how close I came to dying myself”, he replied with a sad smile.

Lexie nodded with a solemn expression, then frowned after a pause. “Wait, the Rishi outpost? The one that blew up? That was you two?”, she asked looking at Fives and Echo.

“Blowing up the outpost was actually Rex’s idea”, Echo said.

“Are you serious?”, she said with a chuckle, looking over at the Captain.

“I told you I’m not as rigid as you think”, Rex said with his half-smile. Kix and Jesse shared a look.

“You think that was wild, you should’ve seen him pretend to be a droid in order to get us back into the station”, Fives continued. “He crouched down and held a decapitated commando’s head to the security camera. And it actually worked”.

Lexie laughed, imagining the scene. The Captain was a lot more full of surprises than she initially thought. “Wish I could’ve seen that”, she said, holding Rex’s gaze. He chuckled and shook his head.

Lexie’s anxious mind relaxed as she listened to the men share more entertaining stories that have happened on their missions. She had to resist the urge to ask more about Rex specifically. She wanted to get to know him better, figure out how he acts and thinks. She particularly enjoyed his reaction to the story of him having to carry an astromach, making annoyed faces as Jesse recalled his complaining. By the time she had finished her caf, Lexie felt more at ease in the company of the men and was a little sad when they had to finally get up from the table, everyone having work to do after all.

“General”, Rex grabbed her attention as they were walking out the door. “Just so you know, the first troops inspection you have to conduct is scheduled for tomorrow at 0900 hours, unless we get shipped out in the meantime”.

Lexie’s eyes went wide. Shit. She had completely forgotten about the lost bet. “Thank you, Captain. I’d better go and familiarise myself with the procedure then”.

“If you need any help just let me know”, he said.

They offered each other respectful nods and left in different directions. Lexie followed Kix to the infirmary to talk to Denal, then headed to the Temple. She really needed to read those reg manuals today.

[daydreamgoddess14]

Support System - Epilogue

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Just a little ending continuation for you. That's all folks - we're definitely done now 😘 Under the cut so you don't get spoiled before reading Chapter 10!

Epilogue

You got back to Nelson Road from a Fab Four lunch where you’d celebrated the sign off of the AFC Richmond Women’s team. The new season was still only a couple of months in, but the change in jobs had so far been incredible. You needn't have worried about getting on with Keeley, or about Rebecca’s terrifying reputation. The four of you gelled perfectly together, and it only improved when you called in the coaching staff reinforcements. The ethos, philosophy and culture of the club had never been so ingrained in its leadership before and it had helped the club go from strength to strength. You’d stopped by the bakery on the way back to the stadium for a box of cupcakes for Ted, Coach Beard, Roy and Nate and left Rebecca at the foot of her stairs so you could carry on and deliver them.

“I’ll come too, see Ted.” She’d followed you through the changing room. You could hear the team in the gym, the coaches were all in the office except for Roy. 

“Oh. Hiya fellas, seen Roy? I texted him when I left Ola’s.” You looked around as if you were half expecting him to be hiding by his desk, but he wasn't around at all. 

"Haven't seen him in a hot minute, sorry." Ted had replied, eyes only for Rebecca. Nate had gone to check on the players in the gym, Beard had his head buried in his book. 

"Guess I'll leave these here then. Tell him to come and say hi when he turns up?" You asked Beard who tipped his hat. Your afternoon focused on branding opportunities for the women’s team, you’d had some logo ideas you wanted to run by a few people so took the chance to stretch your legs. You said hello to the team in the ticket office, looked in on the players in the gym, “Anyone seen Roy?”

“Nah, sorry!”

“He’s around here somewhere I think.”

“I thought I saw him in the boot room.”

“Not the boot room you melon, the treatment room.” As you received at least 14 different answers, you held up your hand,

“Never mind! Thanks boys.” You carried on up to Rebecca’s office where she was meeting with Sharon, “Sorry, am I interrupting?”

“Not at all, are they the logo options?” Rebecca held out a hand,

“Sure is, seen Roy?”

“I think he’s downstairs.” Sharon smiled.

“He’s got a meeting with me at 4.30 so he’ll be about somewhere.”

“I know, I’m getting Lexie today. Let me know what you think of those and we’ll catch up tomorrow. Bye both.” You left the office and went via your own office to get your things. In the carpark, Roy’s car had gone. Because of his late meeting with Rebecca, you’d gone in separately that morning. You swung into the school car park and waited at the main doors to be let in.

“Oh, I’m sorry - Lexie’s already left today? Phoebe’s uncle collected her?” You rolled your eyes, he’d forgotten about his meeting with Rebecca.

“Ok, not to worry, thanks!” You jumped back in the car and used the voice control to call him. There was no answer so you carried on to your house. You expected to see his car, but it wasn’t there. This was starting to get annoying. You hopped out of the car and went to put your key in the lock, but it wouldn’t fit. “What the fucking fuck is going on today?!” You looked through your key bundle but your house key wasn’t there, it had fallen off. Back in the car, you tried to work out whether he’d have taken Lexie back to the club for his meeting. He still didn’t answer the phone so you went straight to his house. His car was on the drive, you breathed a sigh of relief. The door was locked so you rang the bell and waited for Lexie to answer. Nothing. You rang the bell again. At your hip level, the letterbox flipped open,

“You need to use your key.” Lexie whispered.

“I don’t have a fucking key?” It had been on your to-do list for the last few weeks since you and Roy had talked about it. You already had a spare for your house and easily handed it over to him. You looked back down at your keys and saw a new, different key where your house key had been. The letterbox closed again, you slid the new key into the door handle and it clicked smoothly, the door opening. Just inside, Roy and Lexie were standing with a house shaped helium balloon and a little cake made in the shape of Roy’s house. Everything fell into place in your brain. “I do have a key.” You realised.

“If you want it?”

“Roy’s decorated my bedroom!” Lexie squealed, his hand clamped over her mouth gently,

“Oi! Don’t ruin it!” She giggled and swung herself around using his arm as leverage. You looked up at him,

“Not just a key?”

“I was thinking we could move in together? I never want to know a world without you both.” You couldn’t stop the tears even if you’d tried, you rushed into his arms.

“We’d love to.”

FIN

[redflagshipwriter]

Reassembly 5

Masterpost

(What the frick is the bat guy about???)

They did serious damage to Lexy’s credit card in the form of a cast iron pan, a pot, basic cooking utensils and a four-person set of dishware before they even made it to the grocery store.

Peter tried not to go nuts there. He really did. But Kon had that empty kitchen! And to be honest, shopping was major wish fulfillment. Even though he knew he wouldn’t be eating all of the food he got way into it. They stocked up on easy freezer food like pizza rolls and fries. They got pasta mixes and jarred sauces and they got snacks and sweets. He even got Kon baking basics. It might take Kon a while to get into his fresh bread era, but it was going to happen. Peter was calling it now. Kon was just that kind of guy.

The last thing he got was meat. Meat and cheese and fresh vegetables. Peter ended up putting back half of what he initially put in the cart because, honestly, Kon didn’t have a massive super appetite and he didn’t know how to cook yet. Vegetables were just going to go bad, so he only got what he planned to use that night. He also stocked Kon up on breakfast supplies- bread and jam, eggs, sausage, coffee and tea and juice.

‘I wish I was staying with Kon to eat this. I’m going to be hungry again tomorrow.’

Peter pushed down that greedy little thought where it belonged. He was going to be eating lunch and dinner with Kon tonight, since they were cooking together. That was already really generous on Kon’s part. He couldn’t ask for more.

The boys ended up making spaghetti. Peter wasn’t the best cook in the world, but he could cut onion and garlic to cook meat in, shred in carrots and zucchini, and add a jar of red sauce to make something nutritionally dense that tasted really good. Kon hovered over his shoulder watching this process and making faux sports commentary. 

“Go away!” Peter shoved Kon with his shoulder, laughing. “Go start the garlic bread.”

“...Garlic bread?” Kon asked hopefully. He seemed way younger than he was sometimes. “You can make that at home?”

“You can, if you get to cutting garlic really small.” Peter tossed him a bulb without looking.

They ate dinner while watching some drama that Kon picked out on a streaming service. “Holy shit,” Kon said quietly after his first bite. He put down the plate and took a photo.

Peter snorted. Kon must have sent it to someone because his phone went off constantly after that.

He wasn’t even done eating their late lunch when he first wondered where he was going to sleep tonight. Peter stared down into his pasta like it might have some answers. When should he leave? What would he say if Kon asked for his phone number? He didn’t have one. He couldn’t give Kon the number to the phone he had on him– he was pretty sure that he really should get rid of it in case someone was tracking him. 

He should ask first. If he directed the conversation it would be easier to be normal than if he was just answering questions. So Peter swallowed hard, made himself smile, and said, “This was fun. Wanna hang out again?”

Kon noisily slurped down some sauce and wiggled in place while he chewed and swallowed. “Yeah, we should!” he agreed. “You uh, free later this week?”

He was jobless and homeless with no other acquaintances. 

“I have some time,” Peter said casually. “I’m kinda busy tomorrow, but the day after? Should I come over in the afternoon?”

“Yeah!” Kon bounced up off his seat for a moment. “We can finish the projects. Or work on them, at least.” He screwed his face up with a thought. “Can I get your handle or number, in case my work pops up?”

Peter’s smile turned fixed. “Actually, not now,” he said as casually as he could manage. “I dropped my phone in water. I just have my Dad’s old phone right now for emergencies.” He didn’t need to add that lie, but what if he needed to pull out the flip phone later? He didn’t want Kon to think that he just hadn’t wanted to give his number.

Kon laughed. “That sucks, man,” he empathized. 

Oh thank Thor, he bought it. 

The fabric was dry by then, so Peter helped Kon cut it out and sew it into place. Kon modeled his new look in the living room and then took approximately two hundred selfies while Peter worked on his project. Kon eventually flopped down on the sofa upside down and started sketching out design ideas. Peter glanced over and saw what looked like a boob window cut into some kind of top.

…Kon would look great in it. Peter didn’t comment. He smiled a little more when he went back to cutting out pieces for his own jacket.

“Smile!”

Peter looked over on reflex and cheesed. A shutter went off. “Can I send that to my friends?” Kon asked, so casually that Peter knew it mattered a lot. “Cassie says no way did I meet someone without her.”

“Go ahead.” Peter gave a thumbs up for reasons even he did not understand. Good thing he wasn’t a weird little guy! 

Kon looked relieved. There was less tension when he went back to looking at his phone. “Thanks, man. You want to think about dinner soon? You’ve been working for a couple of hours.”

Peter had to blink a few times to process that. Oh yeah, he was pretty stiff. He stretched experimentally. “You’re right,” he said, mildly surprised. “Huh. What did you have in mind?”

Kon shrugged. “Pizza?”

Peter hummed. “We can pull that off,” he decided. “We have… two more jars of marinara, one will do. Cheese, the bell peppers- yeah, that’ll work.” He stood in a smooth movement. “Could you get the flour down from where we put it- yeah, thanks.” Kon hovered back down and handed him the bag.

“I meant that we should order it,” Kon said, but he didn’t protest. “You can make pizza? At home?” He was delighted by this new information.

“You can make basically anything at home,” Peter said, because it apparently needed to be said. “Can you look up a pizza dough recipe?” He got out the salt and tried to remember where he’d put yeast.

Pizza did not go quite as smoothly as the pasta had. Kon brutalized the dough by over mixing it and the gluten developed bonds strong enough to rival the Hulk. But it was still edible! Kon was openly delighted with what he had made. Peter stole sideways glances at him, wondering if he should reassure that it was a great first try.

‘..I’m not sure he knows that it’s really tough,’ Peter decided. He said nothing. They watched one episode of Kon’s selected drama before Peter decided it was time to go.

Kon seemed surprised when Peter said that. He blinked at him a few times. “It felt like I was at the tow- a sleepover,” he said self consciously. He forced a laugh. “Yeah. You wanna leave your stuff here?”

Peter looked around Kon’s surgically clean living room and wondered if Lexy’s cleaning staff would throw away his stuff. “Yeah, sure,” he said, because it wasn’t like he had a place to store a project. “I appreciate that.”

He left not much later, making his excuses and backing out into the night with dread that he didn’t want to face curling in his gut. The feeling intensified as he got down to the lobby of Kon’s apartment building.

It was dark out, even with the streetlights on. The air was cold against his face. Peter huddled into his jacket, hand wound tightly around the strap of the bag with everything he owned in it.

At least he knew the time. It was a little past 10 pm.

He needed a shower and to sleep. The gym should be empty now. He could break back in, shower, and then go sleep on the library couch again. Even if the librarian came in early again, he could get a few hours of sleep.

He woke up again to the sound of keys in the door downstairs. This time he woke up feeling much better rested. Peter wandered blearily until he found a clocktower and realized it was nearly 9 am. Nice. He was working on his sleep debt, then. He surely hadn’t spent more than an hour between traveling to the gym, showering, and getting to the couch last night. That was maybe 9.5, 10 hours of sleep?

He left to a new hotel for a breakfast buffet. This one was particularly sad. He had two pieces of peanut butter toast and a glass of milk before he heard the front door staff quietly phone someone else asking if they had any teenagers staying at the moment. He left pretty quickly after that and walked for a while, heart pounding. The police didn’t descend on him with sirens and lights, so he was probably okay.

‘I can’t go back there.’

Later that day, Peter grimaced and took a moment to indulge in burying his face in his hands. He was overwhelmed and he still felt shitty and dirty and gross despite his shower. Maybe it was getting spotted as a homeless teen eating from the buffet? Yeah. Probably that.

He was in the library again, sitting in front of one of the older computers and hoping he'd get a reply from a potential client who had asked for some information. 

Maybe it was a little weird to spend all day in the library. He was on notice for librarians acting like they wanted him to clear out, just in case.

But, assuming no one had any problems with it, why not spend most of his daylight hours there? He could study computer science, use the computers to do his work, and be somewhere temperature controlled for free. They also had pitchers of coffee and tea for free that he took advantage of. 

He was hungry, though. He was always hungry. Maybe it had been a mistake to go to Kon’s house. It almost felt worse to be hungry again after eating everything he wanted two meals in a row. Peter suppressed despair. He was doing his best! He was taking care of himself.

"Is everything alright?" 

Peter shot up and gave a sheepish grin to the librarian. He hadn't noticed her approaching, but he'd been lost in his head. "It's fine," he said. 

The older woman gave him a sympathetic smile. "Well, let me know if there's anything I can help with. It's what I'm here for." 

Oh. Before she could turn away he blurted out, "College!" 

Her face lit up. "Are you applying?" 

"I need to." Peter wrung his hands together. "But I don't know where to start. I want to go somewhere with a strong sciences program but I think I need to go there on scholarship." 

She sat down beside him, an easy smile on her face like this was a topic that she enjoyed. “Do you care about where it is?”

Peter shook his head. “It would be best if I could stay in NYC since I know here, but I’m willing to go anywhere that meets those conditions.”

She nodded slowly. “There’s a few places I can think of.” She hesitated. “Do you expect to be eligible for testing related scholarships?”

“Yeah,” said Peter, who was so good at tests but would probably falsify the results that he needed if he didn’t manage to take tests in time. “I test well. Very well.”

“That’s great! And you said sciences? Technological sciences?” she didn’t glance at his current computer science book, but she didn’t have to. 

“Yes,” he said, not entirely sure what he should be focusing on. Engineering, to build some kind of portal? Astrophysics like Dr. Foster, to find an Einstein-Rosen bridge? He’d have to get his foot in the door to figure out what was going on in the fields here. Shit, he should have looked into that already. 

“And you would be looking to live by yourself, on campus? Or off? With family?”

“By myself,” Peter said, and wow that was depressing. “And whichever way is cheapest.” He cringed as he said it. That felt pathetic too. He wanted to say he wanted to live on campus since he’d be more likely to meet people that way. But honestly, he had no resources, at all. He couldn’t afford to be picky. 

The librarian’s smile was a bit fixed now. “I… I almost hate to suggest it, but have you considered Gotham?” She continued before Peter had to decide whether or not he should admit he didn’t know that university. “It’s a dangerous city to live in, but it’s very affordable, and there’s extensive funding for the sciences and student support services.”

“...Because it’s a dangerous city and doesn’t get many people?” Peter confirmed.

She was doing her best to keep a poker face. “That’s right. They have a brain drain situation at the moment, so the sciences are really well funded. I think you could probably go there with full support, though that might be contingent on taking an internship or job in Gotham after graduation.”

Huh. He considered it. He’d never heard of Gotham, so it had to be a city that didn’t exist back home. But so what? How bad could it be? It was like, Chicago or something? He could handle that. He was Spiderman. He was an Avenger, sort of. So he directed a real smile at the librarian. “If I could get a full scholarship there, I would go in a heartbeat,” Peter said. “Thanks for the suggestion! I’ll look into the university there.”

The librarian patted the side of his chair as she stood up. “Wonderful! Let me know if you change your mind or have any questions!”

He ended up having a lot of questions, actually, once he started looking into Gotham, but he didn’t think, “What the frick is the vampire bat guy about?” was what she’d had in mind.

[kotylynnemerrill]

Alrighty y'all,

Can't believe it but here's ch. 10!

As always I hope y'all enjoy it, and again a big thanks to the wonderful @aquamarine-dreamer for helping me edit this beast.

Your Words I Hold Forever Ch. 10

September 19th, 1968  5:58 pm

Thunder clapped loudly as Lexi turned the page of her book.  She glanced up just in time to catch a brief flash of bright light through the store window.

A whisper of breath escaped her lips as she returned her focus to the book.

She and Ash had finished ‘Something Wicked This Way Comes’ and were now reading ‘The Inhabitant of the Lake and Less Welcome Tenants’ by Ramsey Campbell, a collection of interconnected short horror stories Ash had picked out.

Normally she wouldn’t be reading while in charge of the register, but due to the storm the Dairy had been horribly barren of customers, so she decided to take advantage of the quiet.

Ash, of course, was slightly annoyed by this.  ‘Light work’ he called it, but Kitty, with a self-satisfied smile, reminded him he was still treading on thin ice.  Apparently, ‘what the hell do you want’ is not something you should say to customers, and Ash knew better than to push his luck.

She glanced up again as the storage room door opened and Kitty walked in holding a medium-sized cardboard box in her arms, along with what Lexi assumed was the day’s mail tucked in her left hand.

“Ash still moping?” she asked the blond woman as she set the box down on the floor beside the counter.

Lexi tried her best to ignore the envelopes in Kitty’s hand, but her eyes darted to them anyway, something she did out of habit now.  Always searching for the familiar red and blue border of an air mail envelope.

Her lips pulled downward a little when the only thing she could make out was plain white envelopes.

“Does he do anything else?”

Lexi softly chuckled, earning a smirk from Kitty.

“Okay, we got some flashlights, just in case the electricity goes out, plus some extra candles, matches and batteries.”

“Should we be worried about flooding?”

“Nah.  Everything is supposed to clear up by tomorrow. We might close up shop early though before it gets too bad.  This is gonna go on all night.”  As if to accentuate her words, there was another rumble, closely followed by a loud crack so close Lexi could feel the vibrations through the surface of the counter where her forearms rested. 

Kitty muttered under her breath and turned towards the storage door, “Ash! Come here and take this box to the caddy please.”

There was a muffled response before Ash appeared a few seconds later with a scowl on his face.  He grabbed the box roughly and headed towards the door.  He spared Lexi a glance as he passed her and noticed the book held loosely in her hands.

“Which story you on?”

“One where the killer uses a meat hook to dispatch his victims.”

“He get Mrs. Rion yet?”

“Not yet – wait, he kills Mrs. Rion?”

“Maybe.”

Lexi let out a ‘humph’ in disappointment. “Well damn.” 

Ash snickered as he made his way out the door.

“Jesus, what are you two reading?” revulsion laced Kitty's voice.

“Some murder mystery…it was Ash’s turn to pick,” Lexi replied with a shrug.

“Oh, fantastic.”  Kitty rolled her eyes.  She began flipping through the mail and suddenly stopped, a smile forming on her lips. “Here, take a break from that – I got something better.”

Lexi frowned, confused, as she closed the book, but then saw what Kitty was holding in her outstretched hand.

Red and blue border -  ‘via air mail’ logo with the eagle wings on either side.

“Oh!” She nearly choked as she shoved the book to the side and snatched the envelope from Kitty's grasp. She read her name in his neat angular scroll and clutched the envelope to her chest.

“Go on, go out to the car so you can read whatever mushy word vomit he's written you, and I’ll have Ash help me with closing up.”

Grinning, Lexi hopped off the stool she was sitting on with as much grace as her excitement would allow and rushed Kitty, pulling her into a tight hug.

“Are you sure?” Lexi asked when she let her go. “I can help before –”

“Go on. You've been waiting for this letter. I’m still gonna kick his scrawny ass.” Kitty finished with a shake of her head, more as an afterthought…a reminder.

“Who’s ass we kickin’?” Both women turned to see Ash standing in the doorway, wiping rain from his face.

“Your brother’s.”

 He quickly shut the door and walked over to the counter where Lexi was holding out a roll of paper towels she had pulled from under the counter. “Here.”

 Ash mumbled a ‘thanks’ before taking the roll, tearing off several sheets, and setting it down on the counter.  He dried the rest of his face, forearms, and hands before handing the wet paper towels to Lexi.

She scrunched her nose as she took the soiled trash and tossed it in the small waste basket under the counter.

 “Yeah.” Ash ran a hand over his short dark hair.  “Dumbass – he gotta make it back first.”

“Well, no matter - in this life or the next,” Kitty grumbled. “Now come on. You're helping me count the register, then we're heading out.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Thanks Kitty.”  Lexi gave Kitty another quick hug before grabbing her hooded jacket and putting it on.  She secured the hood over her head and put the letter in the left large side pocket, then tucked the book in the other pocket.

“Where are you going?” Ash asked, exasperation heavy in his voice.

“None of your business – stop bothering her.” Kitty swatted the back of his head.  Ash opened his mouth to protest when Lexi kissed her fingertips and patted his cheek as she passed him before continuing towards the door.

 She barely caught Ash’s unamused ‘what the hell’ as she made her way out the door.

Thankfully it wasn't raining as hard as she thought, but the downpour was steady.  With a sigh, Lexi hugged the jacket tighter around her and darted down the steps and into the rain.

She quickly made it to the passenger side door and practically flung herself into the seat when she got it open. Just as quickly, she shut the door and nearly cursed when she realized she had nothing to dry her hands on.

Lexi settled for wiping them on her jeans, the only part of her that didn’t get damp, and once her hands were dry enough, she pulled the letter from her pocket.

Her hands were shaking slightly as she released the top fold from its seal and pulled the piece of notebook paper free, discarding the envelope on the dash.

She held it in her hands for a moment, letting the sinking feeling in her stomach dissipate.  Why was she nervous? She shouldn't be, her heart told her he would be nothing but supportive, but deep down a doubt had made a home within her. Ugly and nauseating.

She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly.

Maybe it was residual emotions from the fight with her mom, who still hadn’t reached out. Lexi didn't really expect her to, but she had hoped. She still wanted her mother.

Another intake of air.

Just do it – read it!

Lexi unfolded the letter, and her hand instinctively went to the growing swell of her stomach as she began to read.   

*****

Lexi,

It feels like it’s been forever since I last wrote to you.

Wish I could have written sooner, but the past few days have been busy…more like hell, if I’m being honest.

We’ve moved away from our post at Da Nang, and we've settled just outside a small village about thirty clicks (18 miles) south of Hol An.

 This place is beautiful.  It’s incredibly isolated and, of course, surrounded by a ton of jungle, but it's beautiful.  There’s a constant thrumming and everything is incredibly vibrant.

Reminds me a little bit of those fantasy books you've been telling me about. If I can, I'll be sure to start sending pictures so you can see for yourself.

I got your letter on the 1st and I’ve been trying to figure out what to say.  I’ve probably started this letter a hundred times by now, but I keep scrapin’ it every time.

I guess God didn't see it necessary to bless me with the gift of words…not like you. Maybe I don't need them to be all fancy, but I wanna say the right thing, you know?

I’ve never really allowed myself to want things…big things.  The farm, and the family we talked about, those were just dreams…never goals I actually envisioned for myself. 

My life in Cali – the choices I made, a part of me I think kinda always thought maybe it was too risky. Plus, Kitty always made it a point to tell me love was an instinct you couldn’t trust.  And if it did happen…I don’t know, I was always too afraid to let myself find out.

Until now.

Now I find myself thinking about those things all the time…and more and more I’m realizing I want these things – I want them with you.

Something about you…how you make me feel.  The way you treat me like I’m equal, like I’m someone valuable, has changed that. 

And now you’re having a baby.  Our baby – that’s wild.

I’m still trying to process the gravity of what that means.  I can only imagine how you’re feeling.

I want you to know I’m scared too…nearly threw up the first time I read your letter.

This is not how I wanted things to go.  I never meant to get you into any kind of situation. And I sure as hell never meant for you to have to deal with something like this on your own. I will never be able to tell you how sorry I am, especially if things get messy…if they haven’t already.

I can’t stand the thought of being the reason your family is put out with you. I already have a pretty good idea how they gonna feel about me after this. 

I hate that too…

I don’t want that for you.  I don’t want them thinkin’ you’ve ruined your life or that you’re stuck with some deadbeat’s kid.

It makes me angry because a part of me fears that it’s true. I caused this mess and left you to pick up the pieces…not intentionally but…

You deserve a lot more than that…a lot more than me, and I’m sorry I wasn’t more careful.

But I don't regret it. And I could never be mad about something like this.

I can't. Not when it feels like fate, like this thing between us was predestined.

Call it love, or whatever you want - it is what it is, and I can't change it now.  You're it for me.

I want to be able to reassure you that everything will be okay – I hope it will be. But I don’t want to make you a promise I can’t keep.

 But I will promise this….

 You’re not alone in this.  We did this together, and I’m gonna support you no matter what.

I probably don't gotta say it, but if things aren't good with your mom after you tell her about the baby…or if something happens to me, I want you to go to Kitty. She'll look after you – both of you. Whatever you need.

And I have some money saved up…nothing impressive, but it'd be enough to give you a good start - help Kitty and Ash out a little bit too.

It's the best I can do for now.

I imagine Kitty will have a few choice words to say about this, but she loves you just as much as I do. She’s not going to blame you, that’s for sure.

But I don’t want you to worry about that.  Just keep up the prayers (they might actually be working) and do what you need to do to keep yourself right. 

A couple of the guys in my platoon have kids and I thought about asking them for advice…help me prepare a little bit, I guess, but I haven’t done it yet.

I don’t know, I kinda like being the only one here who knows…like it’s my lucky rabbit’s foot or something.

Sometimes it’s hard not to pipe in though when the guys are talking…

My friend Hardy was telling me a story about his little boy the other day, something he doesn't do often - says it's bad juju to talk about personal stuff when you're at war.

It was his son's first day of kindergarten or something like that. I didn’t get too caught up on the details, but he had this look on his face…

Love, pure devotion, pride. He was practically glowing and it floored me a little bit.

I hope I get to experience that, to share that with you.

For now, I guess the letters will have to do, so I want lots of them. Let me know how our kids doing . I’m sure soon you’ll  be learning all kinds of facts.

You should have Kitty take some photos too…one every month so I can see the progress of the bump.

It’s getting dark now, too dark to write, and this torch I got hanging from my bunk is doing a piss poor job as a lamp.

I don’t know what else to say anyway…but I love you and I miss you.

Tell Kitty and Ash I love them too and I'll write them a letter soon. And make sure Ash behaves - he's the man of the house right now and needs to start acting like it. Tell him to keep up with his schoolwork too.

And I want you to tell Kitty about the money - she's not exactly oblivious to my little side hustle but tell her (if she asks) I did it because I wanted to be able to give something back.

P.S.

Kiss the belly for me.

Forever yours,

Fez

*********

Lexi’s eyes stung as she finished the letter, and her hands began to shake again. She slumped back into the seat, letting out a long breath she hadn’t realized she was holding in.  She let the letter slip from her hands as she brought them up to cover her suddenly very warm face.

Kitty opened the driver’s side door as Lexi let out a sob. Ash opened the passenger door a second later…

“Hey –” he paused seeing Lexi was crying. “What’s the matter with you?” Lexi could hear the alarm in his voice, but she couldn’t speak. She was only making soft whimpering noises in response.

“Ash, get in the back seat.”  Kitty scolded, motioning with her thumb.  He spotted the letter in Lexi’s lap and understood. Without another word, he made his way to the back passenger door, opened it, and climbed in.

Kitty climbed in the driver’s seat very slowly, like she was approaching a wild animal or a bomb and shut her door.

“Well, what’s the scoop? He okay?”

Lexi hiccupped and sniffled slightly, as she let her hands fall to her lap.

“He said…he loves us and,” Lexi let out a long sigh.  “And he said sorry it took so long to write. His platoon has moved out of Da Nang apparently. He…,” she swallowed thickly trying to loosen the lump in her throat, but it was too tight and hard to breath.

“Lexi… breathe doll.”

Her lips began to quiver as she swallowed again and took a couple of deep breaths.   “And…” New tears filled her eyes. “He said kiss the belly for him.”  Then the dam broke, and tears flowed down her cheeks again.

“Well, shit.”  Kitty’s own eyes became glassy. “So, he’s on board? Well, of course he is.”

Lexi nodded. 

“Oh Lexi, that’s great.  And he’s okay?”

Lexi nodded again.  Kitty leaned in grasping her by the face and gave her a big kiss on the forehead.

“Oh shit.  I got lipstick on you.”

Lexi let out a watery laugh.  “That’s okay.”

“Someone wanna explain what’s going on please?”

“Nothing bud. Everything’s going to be just fine.” Kitty smiled wide, gently pinching Lexi’s cheeks.

“Yeah…it’s going to be fine.” “He…there’s something he did want me to talk to you about…”

“When we get home. Okay?”

“Okay…”

Kitty nodded and took the keys from her pocket; they rattled as she stuck them in the ignition. With a twist of her wrist, the caddy roared to life.

[haylijahtilldeath]

What are your top 5s in anything TVDU related? (Characters, ships, friendships, familial bonds, episodes, etc.)

Ooh, my first question. Thank you for asking!

Even though I've watched tvd first, but I prefer the originals to it. So, my answer is going to be mostly about them.

I'm going to do the characters separately.

First, characters from T.O

Elijah Mikaelson (because he was the calm before the storm, I don't know how to describe him, he was just so resilient and holding onto his brother when the entire world could only see a monster in him, and for all his complex layers.) and Hayley Marshall (because she was a BAMF, the best mother you could have) fighting for first place, but none of them can win.

Camille O'Connell because she was such a ray of sunshine. (Caroline stans do not come at me, this is about two characters who have literally never met.)

Freya Mikaelson was such a badass.

Klaus Mikaelson because he had the best retorts and sarcasm.

Gia because she was so down to earth about everything. (Putting her after Klaus feels so wrong lmao.)

Now, Tvd characters. I can't conjure any explanation for them.

Caroline Forbes

Enzo St. John

Stefan Salvatore

Rayna Cruz

Rose from S2

Ships.

Haylijah, because have you seen them? The chemistry, the compatibility, the love and all the respect. (S5 never happened.)

Bonenzo because they were so good together, and Enzo actually loved Bonnie and didn't spend his time using her.

Klamille, because Camille could see beyond 'evil Klaus' and understood him like no one else ever did, and Klaus saw so much light in her, and he cared about her.

Steroline because they were also good together.

Gialijah because they had so much chemistry and there was just something about them

Friendships.

Caroline & Enzo, because he stepped up for her and they had something special about them.

Camille & Vincent, because they related to one another after all damage they got because of the Mikaelson family, and they made something good out of it.

Freya & Hayley because they spent years together raising Hope, and they bonded so well.

Stefan and Lexi because they do supportive besties better than anyone.

Bonnie and Damon because they have managed to go from sworn enemies to best friends.

Familial bonds.

Hayley and Hope. No one does mother and daughter better than them.

Elijah and Rebekah. We saw so many times how Elijah cared for her and how she looked up to him. I believe he was her favorite brother, even if the show wanted to make us believe it was Klaus.

Marcel & Davina. They're not family by blood, but the way he was her family more than her real family and tried to protect her meant so much.

Elijah and Hope. We did not get much of them, but they had so much potential. If the show didn't completely destroy Elijah to redeem Klaus, we might have seen him be the best uncle out there.

Freya/ Rebekah and Hope. These aunt/niece relationships were so good. Rebekah cared for her for months, and kept her safe, and Freya raised her with Hayley and taught her so much.

Finding episodes that I genuinely love from beginning to end is difficult.

TO S2E9: The Map of Moments. We had family, we had bickering and we had love.

TVD S3E14: Dangerous Liaisons. We had a ball straight out from a fantasy, do I need to say more?

TO S1E20: A Closer Walk with Thee. It was not a happy episode, but we had our first Haylijah kiss, and it's good enough to be in my top 5.

TO S5E8 : The Kindness of Strangers. As much as I hated S5, but this episode was so good. We saw the Mikaelson family reunited, and every time I watch Elijah break down after remembering Hayley's death, I can't help but cry.

TO S1E1: Always and Forever. This feels like such a basic answer, but I love this episode. It was the beginning of an epic tv show, and it's just so nostalgic.

These are the ones you mentioned, and I can't for the life of me think about anything else to rank. Anyway, I am awkward most of the time, and it includes this answer. So, don't judge me too harshly!

[frasermints]

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if you had a spotify wrapped but for which hockey players you talked about the most, who would be your top five?

as the hockey panels say, i think i have to go off-board with this and break it down by pwhl - nhl - juniors because... i actually couldn't narrow it down to just five if i tried

juniors:

5: Landon DuPont, Everett Silvertips (WHL)

this kid was granted exceptional status to enter the whl a season early, and iirc at one point was tied for second most points in the league. he's "dropped down" a tad (tied for sixth of all defensemen in goals, tied for ninth in points) but like i need y'all to understand the only other whl player to be granted exceptional status is connor bedard i will never shut up about him okokok

4: Quinn Beauchesne, Guelph Storm (OHL)

drinks moon water before every game now at the suggestion of his crystal girlie billet mom who replies to everyone in the instagram comments of every video about him posted by the guelph/ohl/chl accounts. i think that speaks for itself.

3: Carter Savage, Tri City Americans (WHL)

wears number 21. i think that also speaks for itself.

2: Morgan Stickney, Shattuck St-Mary's (USHS)

she's the first female american player to be drafted into the whl, & the second female ever. she's a goalie and she's fucking insane, 23-4-3 with a .928 and 1.52 GAA. tri city had a female goalie in net in september 2002 (shannon szabados) and vancouver drafted a defenseman 286th overall in the 2022 draft (chloe primerano) so like. if she leaves shattuck it'd be historic for her to do both. i talk about this a LOT irl when discussing the pwhl and the future of juniors drafting, and the potential for women to not have to take the ncaa route and enter the pwhl before their early 20s.

1: Lukas Matecha, Tri CIty Americans (WHL)

second ever goalie i imprinted on. we traded his #2 after the very first whl game i watched in person and it was awful for me personally so he was the obvious next choice. got his first shutout last year, he and his new tandem went on a twelve game win streak and after losing in prince albert have continued it. i watched the entire 2024 nhl draft just to see where he'd go (he was projected as the third best goalie in all of north america, i expected him to go SOMEWHERE) and he WASN'T DRAFTED... biggest betrayal i've ever experienced tbh. he went to the cats development camp though and he took lots of photos with luongo so that eased some of my outrage.

pwhl:

5: Lexie Adzija, Boston Fleet

at the start of the season last year, this girl's mom surprised her by asking lexie adzija to show up at her birthday party and she fucking did. she showed up with like a signed stick i think?? if i remember correctly?? literally walked into this eleven year old girl's house and said happy birthday and brought her a fucking birthday present and ate cake with her and her friends. if that isn't the best way to grow the game i don't know what is and i'll never shut the fuck up about how important that is To Me

4: Emerance Maschmeyer, Ottawa Charge

my introduction to emerance maschmeyer was her replying to a comment on this video of a little girl the nhl (?) instagram account reposted of her making quite possibly the most insane save a seven year old is capable of, someone was like "can't wait for her to replace maschmeyer in ottawa in a few years" and she liked it and said "me either" and when i tell you that got me this 🤏🏽 close to switching sides and becoming an ottawa fan

3: Marie-Philip Poulin, Montreal Victoire

completely disregarding her talent as a hockey player because that alone is something i could talk about for a very long time (i still stand by my statement that if the nhl went coed she'd fucking smoke the men and i'm not sorry about it there's nothing you can tell me or show me that'll get me to change my mind) montreal is my pwhl team and the narratives of mpp and laura stacey being linemates got me GOOD. i take every opportunity to talk about this when i try to get people into hockey bc most people's frame of reference for women's sports is either tennis or the wnba and there was that meme going around of "oh all wnba players are lesbians, oh this wnba player had to play her ex and defended her against her own team" a while ago and it's like... if you're into women's sports just for the narratives there's so much better than that i PROMISE bro.

tied for first: Natalie Spooner and Blayre Turnbull, Toronto Sceptres

k knows why. that is all.

nhl:

workplace honorable mentions: Jeremy Swayman, Boston Bruins. Connor McDavid, Edmonton Oilers. Connor Bedard, Chicago Blackhawks. Macklin Celebrini, San Jose Sharks.

coworker kyle asks me about these guys all the time. i don't know why. i think he thinks that i'm a fan of them. he only knows the connors by name and even then he thinks they + mack are all the same person.

5: Joseph Woll, Toronto Maple Leafs

he's just a funky little guy i enjoy projecting onto

4: Seth Jarvis, Carolina Hurricanes

i need to bite him. i also believe wholeheartedly with my entire chest that we WOULD get along in real life.

3: Jake McCabe, Toronto Maple Leafs

i have his card in the back of my phone case and experience extreme cute aggression when i see his face i can't explain it

2: Fraser Minten, Toronto Maple Leafs

the only one i actually have any legitimate reasons for. watched him play up close and in person once when he was with kamloops and it was life changing i'm so serious. there's something insane about watching Your Rookie play hockey five feet from your face, close enough that you can reach out and touch them through a hole in the glass and knowing that one day they'll be Doing The Damn Thing. also knowing that he's the reason connor bedard pushed himself so hard he became what he is, and that mints took the ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ approach and is still That good... i will literally throw up and die if i think too hard about this kid

1: Matthew Knies, Toronto Maple Leafs

my best friend that i took to the kraken/canucks game last szn and i call him "boyfriend" because she can never remember his name

[writing-with-emy]

also!! could you do a fluffy fezco imagine? where it’s the readers first time getting high with fez and it’s super cute and giggly and stuff🫶🏼

First High. - Fezco x f!reader

Fezco Masterlist | Requests are closed!

(A/N: I finished it at like 5:15 am, german time, and I hope you like it!) Shipping: Fezco x f!reader Summary: You know Fez for quite a while, so it wasn’t your first Time seeing Fezco smoking a Joint, but well, the last time you were over you guys talked. You let it slip that you also wanted to try smoking too, and after convincing Fez to smoke your first ever Joint with him, with the argument that it would be better if it was with him instead with some random person at the next Party you attend. Wordcount: 3,3k Warning: Fluff!, English is not my first language, Use of Drugs (weed), friends to lovers, female reader, talk about shitty family/ drug addicted parent, abusive step-parent, cuss ords, a bit angst at the end (sorry couldn't resist.) Notes: My first Fez one, could be a bit out of character. I never smoked one before, I wanna try it honestly, but all my friends I know who did it stopped. So it’s probably a bit shitty. And I decided it’s going to be a friends to lovers, like a High love confession. NOT PROOF READ!

You walked the pavement to Fezcos house, to be true you are a bit nervous, since you know what is going to happen today, but especially because you don’t know if you could hold your secret you kept all this time alone for you. You know Fezco for a really long time, you've been Best Friends all your life, which also meant that you also took care of Ash and their Grandma. They knew they could always count on you, no matter what. For Ash you became something like a Big Sister, but mostly you became a mother figure to him. Since their Grandma became sick, you were the only mother figure he had left. To tell the truth about their Grandma, the first time Fezco brought you to their Home, she was suspicious about you, she didn’t trust you. She knew your Mom, who was a Junkie back in the days, with an abusive Boyfriend who got your Mother in these things. She first thought you just befriended Fezco, so you could steal from them for your Mother and her Boyfriend, but once she realized Fezco became friends with you and brought you often over because your Stepfather hit you and you sometimes for days alone, she became fine with it. The first time she saw you with a bruised eye, she didn’t need to ask, the one time she saw how her Boyfriend even handled everything with her, how intimidated she was of him. So she kinda raised you two, you sometimes even helped him, mostly so you could faster spend time with fez and ashtray.

Well back to now, to this Moment. You lied to your Mom a couple of Minutes ago, you told her you would sleep over at one of your Friends Houses, better to say at Lexi’s House, since she and Suze are really close Friends. You told Lexi about it, and that she should tell her Mom about it. You Mom became clean a couple of years ago, you loved her for it, but she became more strict because of it, which you didn’t mind. But she became especially strict when Fez came up in one of your conversations. She knew what happened to his Grandma and that he is now the one dealing all the stuff. She doesn’t want you around that stuff, one because she doesn't want you to go the same path as her, second because she doesn’t really think that Fez is that good for you. She is thankful that he and his Grandma took care of you back then, but since she is clean she doesn’t think you need to be around him anymore.

With one last little shake of your head to get the thoughts of your mother out of your head you ring at Fezcos door. Not even five Minutes later, a Fezco in Smarties Pants opens the door. “Hey, smartie pants.”, you smiled looking him up and down. “Hey ma.”, he smiled a bit back letting you in. he closed the door behind you again once you were in. You walked into the Living Room looking for Ash, but he wasn’t on his spot on the Sofa. “Isn’t Ash here?”, you asked, putting your backpack with your Stuff beside the couch. “Nah, he left an hour ago with a Friend to sleep there.”, he said from the kitchen. You sit down on the sofa with a little smile on your lips, you know how Ash is, and how grown up he is sometimes, so hearing that he does stuff that normal 14 year olds normally do makes you smile. “Here.”, Fez stood in front of you with a smoking cup in front of you. “Thanks.”, you took the hot cup out of Fez Hand putting your feet up on the couch. Fez knew you really well, everytime you were nervous you drank a hot tea to calm your nerves, so knowing that you are going to smoke your first joint today, made you nervous which is totally okay. “Does your Mom know you’re here?”, he looked at you getting his stuff out to roll a joint. “No, I told her that I’m sleeping over at Lexis. I’m Happy that at least her Mom is relaxed enough to play along with such little lies.”, you said while taking a sip. “Does Lexi know what you wanna do?”, he questioned while taking the weed out of a little bag. “No..”, you hesitated but you saw a little smile turn up on Fezcos lips. “I just told her that I'm staying with you tonight and that my Mom would kill me if she knew about it.” “Well, she would kill you even more if she knew what you wanna do.”, he said while using the Grinder. “That’s true.”, you hit your smile behind your cup while taking another sip. “You really sure you wanna do it, ma?”, he looked at you from the side, opening the Grinder without looking. “Yeah, I mean I’m here and didn’t back out.”, you said, putting the Cup down. “You can always say no, you know?” “I know Fez, but I'd rather do it with you instead someday at a random Party with some weird ass people.”, you stated while taking the remote to turn the TV on. The next couple of Minutes both of you were silent, it wasn't weird for you two to just sit quietly in the Living Room. Only Existing between the two of you. You loved it, because it can just be as simple as that between you two, you didn’ need words to have a good time. You switched through the TV channels, not really deciding what to watch, so you just switched to Netflix looking there for something. Out of the Corner of your eye you saw, Fezco putting the shredded weed in the Paper, before he rolled it and licked the Paper to close it. “I’m done if you want to start.”, he said looking at you. “In a Minute, I need to change ín something  Comfy, before we start.”, you said, grabbing your backpack going to the Bathroom. You heard him giggle a little, which put a smile on your Lips.

In the Bathroom you put your hair in a Bun, changed your jeans into some shorts, and your shirt in one of Fez ones which you stole a few weeks before. With your Backpack you go back to Fez who looked at you with a little smirk. “Is that mine?”, he asked, pointing to the Shirt. “It was yours, now it’s mine.”, you smiled, sitting down next to him. “It looks better on you than on me.”, he said while a little blush creeped on your cheeks. “Oh shut up.”, you pushed him on the shoulders. “Why? It's the truth.” You tried to hide the grin which was coming up, but you couldn’t. “So what you’re we starting now or do wanna drink out your tea first?”, he asked, looking at you taking the Joint from behind his ear.

You thought for a moment, putting a random Series on. “I can drink it while we do it.”, you stated finally. You watched Fez putting the End with the Filter between his lips, you already saw it a million times, you even were with him when he smoked his first one, but no matter how often you saw it you could never not watch him. His look was concentrated on lighting the Tip with the Lighter. The Flame lighting his Face a bit while burning the paper and already some of the weed smoke rising up from it. Every Time you saw it, it felt like the first time a bit, but instead of not taking the Joint, you sit here years later trying it for the first time. You watch him closely how he inhaled the smoke, taking the joint away, putting his head back blowing a cloud of smoke out. You watched the smoke dancing in the air while fading slightly, everytime it looked beautiful. A sight you neve could get enough from.

“You ready, ma?”, he looked at you holding the Joint to you. “Yeah.”, you said, coming back from your  kinda trance. You took the joint out of his Hands between your thumb and index finger. “It’s easy once you know how, it could sting a bit once the smoke is in your lungs and your throat is probably burning.”, he explained while turning.

“I know, I saw how you coughed after your very first hit of one.”, you said smiling. “So I am allowed to laugh?” “Yeah because I did it too.” He just smiled a Moment at you before continuing. “So it’s easy, you put the end between your lips, just inhale the smoke in your mouth before you take the Joint away to Inhale it in your Lungs. But don’t inhale for too long.” You did as you were told, you put the End between your Lips and started to Inhale it. You felt the Smoke fill up Mouth, then you took the Joint away and inhaled and there it was the Burning in your throat and the little Sting in your Lungs which made you cough up. Fezco started laughing while taking the Joint back from your Hand, you grabbed your CUp, with your warm tea to take a sip, so once you came down you put it down. “You good ma?”, Fez looked at you. He studied your face, like he often did when you were with him, the frown between your lips slowly goes away while your Face muscles relaxed again. No matter how often he looked at your face, it was like he always spotted something new on your face, even if it was already there and he had seen it a million times. “Yeah, I think my Lungs need just time to calm down.”, you said laughing slightly.

The Next minutes you just looked at the TV, both of you didn’t really pay attention to it, so you already missed the first episode and half of the second one. The next time you wanted to give it a chance, you just took the Joint out of Fezcos Hand and put it between your lips. You inhaled the smoke again, just like Fez told you a few minutes ago, but this time you didn’t cough as much, it still burns and stings a little but it was better than the first time. “See it’s better.”, he said while putting an arm around you. “Yeah.”, you said laughing slightly. Fez took the Joint Back to inhale the smoke, it was already halfway done by the second hit you took because he smokes most of it. You took the remote and ended the Series you were watching. “What are you doin’?”, he asked with a confused frown putting itself on his face. “This shit is boring. I wanna watch somethin’ funny.”, you said looking at him. He looked in your eyes, seeing them getting redder and more hooded by the time and to tell the truth, you felt yourself getting relaxed by every second that passed. Your Body sank more into the couch and into Fez, you became a light headed feeling and just in all you felt relaxed.

You turned your face back to the TV and put on the ‘Don't Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood’(While I’m writing this I watched it btw) to watch. It might not be the best decision but the Movie was funny and you loved it. A while later you took the Joint again and took a hit without coughing. “Hey, you gettin’ better Ma.”, he smiled. You just grinned at him before turning back to the TV.

You both just couldn’t stop laughing, from the beginning on the Movie was hilarious as hell. “Fuck, how can this be your favorite Movie?”, he laughed looking at you. “Let me, this Movie is Funny as hell! The part where he punched his Grandma in the Face or his Cousin with the bunny shoes?! That shit is Funny!”, you laughed. “Nah man, there are movies funnier than this one.”, he said grinning. “You didn’t just say this.”, you gasped, widening your eyes as best as you can. “Yes I did.”, he just laughed. You took your Pillow you always took with you when you sleep anywhere out of your backpack and started to hit him. “Hey, Okay- Okay Stop.”, you got it that he was laying down on the Sofa and you were sitting. “Say that the Movie is good!”, you said grinning. “Will you stop then?”, he asked. “Yes.” But faster than you can react the Pillow was out of your Hand thrown on the other empty sofa next to yours, you jumped up trying to get to the Pillow, but since the Joint hasn’t really the same effect on Fez as it has on you, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back on the Sofa next to him.

“Hey, that's unfair!”, you said laughing. “Nah it’s not.”, he laughed with you. The pull from Fezco pulling you back plus you being High, made you fall down on the Sofa, so you changed your position to look at him slowly coming down from your laughing fit.

“What’s up?”, he looked at you with a smile. “Nothing, I just like it… Like that, y’know?”, you smiled looking at your Hands. “Like what?”, he put his arm on the sofa back. “That, you and me. This all to be honest.. Shit, even if it never was really easy with our lives, I’m happy that we always had each other and that you were always there for me.. Even your Grandma.though she didn’t really liked me at the beginning.”, you laughed slightly. “I’m Happy too ma. You know, I bet Ash wouldn't have been half as he is now, when you wouldn't have been there.”, he smiled at you in his eyes, nothing more than adoration and softness. He put his Hand on your knee drawing little circles with his thumb on it. “Oh shut it, I bet he would’ve turned out as much as he is now, even if I wouldn’t have been here.”, you said, rolling your eyes. “Nah, never ever probably worse than now.” “Wow, you have much hope in your Brother.”, you said sitting up. “Not him, me, I don’t know what I would’ve done without you. I probably turned him worse after everything with Grandma and shit.”, his Hand never leaving your knee. “No, don't think of you like that. You were perfect, shit. You were there for your Grandma, Ash and me, I have no Idea how you did all this shit at such a young age but you did. I was just a little help for Ash and your Grandma.”, you said, putting your hand on his. “You know, that she would kill you right now? Hearin’ you call her only my Grandma, when she told you more than once that you can call her also Grandma?”, he laughed. “Yeah, especially after I also washed her. But let's not talk about that too much or else she is gettin’ up on her bed comin’ over and slap me right here.”, you giggled. “If she could, she definitely would.”, he said grinning. “Fuck, remember the one time you snapped at me because of all the stress and out of nowhere she just hit you at the back of your Head?!, you laughed. “Shit, yeah I sometimes feel that hit still.”, he laughed. “Grandma was a really great Person, fuck I wish she wouldn’t have gotten that shit.”, you said laughing. “Yeah, than would everything different now.”, he said grinning. You have no Idea how long you two sat there just talking about Fezcos Grandma, she really was a person where you needed to be sure to be on her good site, because you really didn’t wanna be on her bad site.

“Fuck, she really was one of a kind.”; you laughed holding your belly who hurted. Once you both calmed down you just looked at him grinning, moments like this were your favorite ones, and as you found out they were even better when you were high. You don’t know what made you say the next couple of words, if it was out of the moment, the weed or just something in you finally wanna spitting it out, all you know is that you just did it. “I love you, Fez.”, you said smiling looking at him. “I love you too, Ma.”, he said smiling at you, but by the way he looked at you, you knew he didn’t really get it. “No, like love love, not platonic.. more like in a I had a crush on you for a couple of years..”, you said, your smile slowly fading a bit. “Shit, you’re high you don’t mean it.”, he said laughing slightly. “Well, wrong. Like yeah I’m high, but the love part is true. I probably shouldn’t have said it, but it just came out. I’m sorry.”, you said, kinda realizing what you just have done. “Shit really?”, he asked, looking at you. You just nodded. You put a bit of space between the two of you, not knowing what is coming next. “Why are you telling me that now?”, he asked just looking at you. “I don’t know why it just came out, maybe it's the Weed, maybe the heat of the Moment. I have no plan.”, you said, nervously playing with your hands. “Shit, couldn’t have told me that earlier?”, he asked, putting the second joint out, you two just smoked. “What do you mean?”, you asked. “Than I hadn’t listen to about all that Heartbreak of the last few years.”, he said smiling. “Oh shut up, you could’ve done also a move.”, you said, hitting his shoulder. “Well, I can do one now.”, he just stated. Just before you could ask what it meant, you felt two lips on yours, you were shocked at first but you came fast back to earth and kissed him back. You tried not to giggle, because of his beard but once you two separated you giggled. “What?”, he asked. “Your beard tickles.”, you giggled at him. “I can shave him off.”, he just stated. “No, I like it, plus without the beard, you would probably like sixteen.”; you stated. You both started to laugh again, your head against his chest feeling how it raises and sinks down through the laughing.

Once you calmed down, he put his arms around you pulling you on his lap. “We should do this more often.”, you said grinning, while putting an arm around his neck. “What?” “Smoking, I like it.”, you said, smiling at him. “Well, that means that you need to lie more to your mom then.”, he said with one hand around your waist and the other one on your thigh. “Mh, I'm just balancing the lies part of our relationship out. Y’know for all the times she told me she was gonna leave her ex-boyfriend and stop doing drugs when I was little.”, you said.

The Evening, ended with you and Fez falling asleep on the couch and Ashtray coming home finding the both of you cuddled up together with the blanket around you guys. Even though he has no Idea what happened last evening, he could tell that something changed between the two of you just by the way your faces looked while you’re sleeping. So when he saw you guys kissing once you woke up and made something to eat for the both of you because it's already afternoon, he couldn’t resist smiling. He loved the both of you and it just made him happy to know that y’all are now a full family, even more now than before.

[vioartemis]

I'll die with you (part 7)

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: You finally put an end to this nightmare, and start a new life in New York, with a new 'hobby'. Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 Warnings: Ghostface stuff, deaths, blood, etc (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

You got pushed forward harshly, stumbling into Sidney's arms. Damian was laying on the floor, unconscious, next to the old couch.

How did he even get caught?

You tried to go to him to see if he was okay, but were interrupted by Ghostface.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you"

You looked up to him, watching in horror as he pointed Sidney's gun at Tara's head, and took a step back.

"Go fuck yourselves, assholes! Don't you know the fans never win?" Mindy spat

"First, we're not 'fans'" the Ghostface near you said "And second, you might want to choose your words more wisely, Mindy."

The other Ghostface, the one holing Tara, took off his mask. Her mask.

Blond hair fell on her shoulders, free from the restraining mask.

"Surprise, my love" she said, smirking at Mindy

"Lexi...? I thought you said she got killed!" the brunette said to Tara

"That's what I thought...!" your girlfriend defended herself

"Wait, if Lexi is Ghostface... who's the other one?" her sister asked

The other killer took off his mask, to reveal...

"Who the fuck is that?" Sam asked

No one answered, sharing confused looks, until you finally spoke.

"Ayla... she's a classmate of mine... we have a few classes in common"

"What did you do to make her want to kill you?"

"Nothing! We barely ever talked." you turned to face the killer "Why are you doing this...?"

"Oh, now you're interested in me?" she huffs "You really are a bunch of hypocrites"

You all looked at her, pure confusion on your faces.

"We've been in the same class for 4 years. And not once you paid attention to me. I bet you didn't even notice I was missing last year. But I'm getting carried away, that's not the reason I'm doing this."

"What's your motive then? Why did you even bring me here?" Sid asked "Let me guess, the movies made you do it?"

"These stupid movies? I couldn't care less about the movies! I'm taking my revenge on you all. For what you did to me."

"'For what we did to you'? We don't even know who you are!"

"That's the problem!" Ayla replied, anger rising in her voice

"What do you mean?"

"Last year, my mom's hometown lived a nightmare. We lived a nightmare. We got trapped in the mall, and some guys started to kill everyone. The Woodwork massacre? Rings a bell? Of course not. Because at the same time, you were being attacked. And who cares about a little town when there's another massacre in Woodsboro? No one! No one cared about what happened! Journalists were supposed to come and cover the events. Your mom was supposed to come and cover the events. But because of you all, the medias rushed here and forgot us."

"'Because of us'? Do you think we wanted this?!"

You got cut off by Ayla pressing her knife against your throat.

"I don't care what you wanted. My story was forgotten because of you. And I'm going to kill you all for that."

"And how do you this you'll get away with it?"

"We have the perfect scapegoat here, thanks to you, and your suspicions." she said, pointing Damian

"What does this have to do with you...?" Mindy suddenly asked the blonde

"Me? I'm just here for the adrenaline. We weren't working together at first; we had the same target, some cops, and killed them together. Then we talked, and I agreed to help her."

"You're fucking crazy... Both of you." you said

"Yeah? Whose fault is that, hm? You're the ones to blame for it." Ayla replied, a crazy smirk on her face "You'll tell that to your mom, hm? That, and how you couldn't save yourself, like you couldn't save her either."

When you understood that she was the one who killed your mom, you saw red.

You grabbed the girl's wrist with force, almost breaking the bone, and kicked her in the stomach, sending her a few meters away, her knife falling on the floor.

Lexi was too shocked by your move, and didn't see Sam coming and got punched hard, making her let go of Tara. But the blonde was quick to react, and tried to shoot Sam, who dodged. The bullet hit Mindy, who fell to the ground.

The blonde looked at Sam and ran after her. Tara tried to follow them, but Sidney intervened.

"Help your friend, I'll take care of your sister"

Tara hesitated a second, before nodding and looking at you.

"It's okay baby, I'll handle her and protect Damian. Take Mindy outside and try to bandage her up."

"But-"

"Please. I don't want you to get hurt..."

She was about to protest again, but finally gave in and went to Mindy. At the same moment, Ayla got up, rage visible on her face, and rushed to you, trying to punch you.

You dodged, and grabbed the nearest object - an old little table - and slammed it on her head.

"Go, quick!" you said to Tara, while the killer was on the floor, trying to get up

You gave a last look to Tara when Mindy and her walked past the door, before concentrating again.

A shiny object caught your attention, partially hidden under a cupboard. The knife she dropped earlier. Taking advantage of her confusion, you rushed to it.

The handle fit perfectly in your hand, as if it had been made for you. The knife wasn't too heavy nor too light, just the perfect weight to be used in the most efficient way.

You turned to face the girl, knife in hand.

"What are you going to do with that? Kill me?" she smirked "You wouldn't dare"

You took a step closer and grabbed her hair, forcing her to look at you.

"Wanna bet?" you asked before stabbing her in the stomach with force

The cry she let out as the blade sank in her flesh was so pathetic, so miserable, it almost made you smile.

"Did I hurt you?" you asked with innocent eyes

"Fuck you."

"Oh, no no no, that's not what we say"

You twisted the knife, causing blood to splatter on you and on the floor, exactly like when she attacked you. Except this time you were the one holding the knife.

"I said, 'did I hurt you?'. What do we say?"

She looked at you, teeth clenched, determined not to give you what you wanted. You rolled your eyes and twisted the knife again.

"What do we say?"

"Yes, you're hurting me! F-fuck..."

She was losing a lot of blood. You would have to be quick.

"See, it wasn't that hard."

You pulled the knife out of her stomach. More blood gushed out of the wound.

Your grip on her hair didn't loosen; it grew even stronger, as you pulled her towards the nearest wall and slammed her head against it.

"How does it feel, huh? Having your head slammed against a wall?" you sank the blade in her side "Sounds familiar?"

You pulled out the knife and stabbed her in the leg and in the arm. Her cries and whimpers were music to your ears. As you pulled her head back, ready to slam it against the wall again, you heard Tara's voice.

"Y/n?"

You turned around, covered in Ayla's blood.

"What are you doing...?"

"I just-"

"Yeah, Y/n, explain to her how you're trying to kill me and enjoying it" Ayla groaned, trying to free herself from your grip

"Shut your fucking mouth." you growled

"I know you're not like that, baby... You will regret it later..."

You slowly pull the blade out of the girl, a fistful of her hair still in hand, holding her in front of you.

"... Maybe I will... But..." you looked at your girlfriend, pain visible in your eyes "She killed my mom, so..."

You sank the blade in the girl's throat, not letting Tara react to what you just said.

"Who's dying alone now, huh?" you whispered with a slight smirk, pulling the knife out

Blood splattered on your face and clothes as your grip on her hair loosened, letting her fall to the ground. You looked at her, oh so pathetic now, helpless.

God it felt good to get your revenge done.

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A year after these events, your little friend group had moved to New York, in hope to have a better life there. And it was working. Mindy, Damian, Tara and you started college like normal people. Not victims, not survivors, just new students.

It was comforting to know that all the Ghostface stuff was behind you.

This city gave you plenty of date ideas, and without the fear of getting attacked at every corner, Tara and you spent most of your time outside, visiting and having romantic little moments together.

But since that very night at Woodsboro, something in you had snapped. This thing had followed you here, leading you to start a new 'hobby'.

You couldn't tell anyone, they wouldn't understand. They would call you crazy, say you had lost your mind.

So, you kept it all a secret, hidden in a wooden box under your bed.

The first three months, everything when well. You were doing a great job keeping your activities a secret. Until that night.

As always, you had packed your bag and waited until Tara fell asleep to sneak out by your bedroom's window. You did what you had to do, and two hours later, you were back in your room.

Little did you know that Tara was awake, waiting for you. She was sitting on the bed, arms crossed, raising an eyebrow as she saw you climbing back in.

You didn't have any other choice and told her everything. And let's say that her reaction surprised you; she offered to join you in your nightlife.

You couldn't hide your shock, your jaw was on the floor. You had think about this moment so many times, and yet, she still managed to say something you hadn't think of. Evert time, she ended up leaving you, in your scenarios.

From this night on, you had a partner in crime. And you had to admit it; she was really good at that.

Two months after Tara joined you, on a 'break night' as you called it, you were cuddling on your bed, when Sam called your names. Hearing the tone of her voice, you quickly made your way to the living room.

"What's wrong?" Tara asked

"Remember the news saying that someone wearing a Ghostface costume had been spotted at night across the city?"

"Yeah, we all agreed it was some freak joking around. Why?"

Sam just pointed the tv, and you both looked at the screen. Someone had just been murdered, and according to the security cameras, the killer was wearing a Ghostface costume.

You turned to Tara, eyes filled with worry. You could say you were both thinking about the same thing, by the way she looked at you.

The bow under your bed hadn't been opened in a week, and none of you acted alone.

That could only mean one thing.

You were not the only Ghostfaces in New York.

~ maybe the end? ~

[Previous part]

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a/n: before anyone sues me for Ghostface's identity, the lack of 'screen time' she got is meant to mirror the confusion of the group, and the lack of attention she got after what happened to her (kind of foreshadowing (?))

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