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copperboom82 · 2 months ago

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC (female)

Word Count: 3.9k

Prompt: "Just please don't say you love me." - Gabrielle Alpin

Title credit: Something by The Beatles

Summary: A late-night conversation forces Katrina and Dean to deal with the things they've left unspoken for years.

AN: Hello! This is my first submission for @jacklesversebingo and my first story for this OC. It's just a one-shot for now, but I have some other ideas for this pairing, so we'll see. I think this falls into angst/fluff territory

Warnings: Mild cursing, mentions of alcohol. Please let me know if I missed something - I don't think I did, but I'm also very new to posting my writing.

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Katrina Black had never been a good sleeper.

She’d never considered herself to be a true insomniac… but it was close. Falling asleep, regardless of how tired she may or may not be, was always an ordeal. Whether it was normal life stress, adrenaline from a hunt, a combination of the two, it didn’t matter: turning her brain off was, without fail, a herculean task. Then staying asleep? Forget it. Growing up the way she had, the instinct to keep one eye and ear open at all times was impossible to shut down. Every noise seemed to register and set her on edge, big and small, and God forbid there be any light. That was the fastest way to jolt her out of a dead sleep.

It had been that way as long as Katrina could remember, and by now, in her early thirties, she was quite used to it. Instead of dreading the nighttime, she’d even come to appreciate the solace of it. It was quiet when the rest of the world was sleeping, and peaceful in a way that was hard to recreate in other circumstances.

What she wasn’t used to was having company. But as of late, company was what she had.

“Can’t sleep again, huh,” she remarked quietly as she slipped out onto the back porch, two steaming mugs carefully cradled in her hands as she gently shut the door with her foot. Dean’s head swiveled in her direction, his green eyes finding her in the low lighting, a tired smile making its way onto his face… a humorless chuckle slipping past his lips.

“Not so much.”

In the weeks since Dean had gotten back from Purgatory, there’d hardly been a night that Katrina hadn’t run into the elder Winchester brother in the hours she’d gotten so used to spending on her own. He’d even gone so far as to co-opt her spot – not that she suspected he realized that when he’d started coming out here.

Katrina wordlessly settled into the porch swing next to him, shivering against the chilling air and passing one of the mugs to Dean. He accepted it, but looked between her and the mug, his expression growing skeptical when he realized what it was.

“Hot chocolate, Kat? Really? I’m not five.”

Kat.

That stupid nickname made butterflies swarm her stomach like she was a damn teenager again. No one else called her Kat, only Dean. To everyone else she was Trina, or Katrina. It had started as his way to annoy her, in those early days when Bobby had introduced them, and they hadn’t been able to go ten minutes without bickering about something. Then somewhere along the lines when neither of them had been paying attention they’d become friends, and he didn’t try to annoy her anymore, but the nickname had stuck.

And her fondness for the moniker had grown with the idiot hunter that used it.

“I know,” she scoffed, a wry smile forming on her own face as she went to take a sip from the mug still in her hands. “That’s why I put vodka in it. And maybe some Bailey’s.”

His skepticism turned to amusement, and Katrina watched from the corner of her eye as he made a face that said what the hell before following her example and drinking.

“Not bad,” he admitted as he lowered the mug.

“You should know better than to doubt me by now, Winchester,” she quipped, and Dean rolled his eyes, though they both knew he was only being dramatic.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Black,” he griped back, though the fondness in his voice was unmistakable. Silence fell over them as they both settled further into the swing, and Katrina took another sip of the hot chocolate, savoring the warmth that spread through her body as she swallowed it down.

It should have been comfortable, and in many ways it was. She’d known the Winchesters for years now – hunting with them often, researching for them when she couldn’t, housing them when they weren’t off doing their own thing… the three of them, barring Dean’s year in Purgatory, had been practically inseparable since the Leviathans had burned Bobby’s house down. Sam and Dean were her closest friends. Her family.

But with Dean, it was never comfortable. She was too stupidly hyperaware of his presence for anything involving being around that man to be comfortable. The heat of his body, the way the smell of gunpowder and leather always seemed to cling to him, the aggravating truth in that his solid presence made her feel safe in a way nothing else did.

No, being around Dean never failed to put her on high alert. And he was a goddamn distraction to boot. No matter how much Katrina tried to keep her mind on the night sky and quiet her thoughts so she could make another attempt at sleep, her eyes kept darting to her left. She didn’t often see Dean out of his normal jeans and flannel combo, except for these late-night stargazing sessions. Tonight he was clad in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that should have been illegal for the way it showed off his arms and the broad lines of his shoulders. His green eyes gleamed in the moonlight, hair adorably mused from whatever futile attempt he had made at sleep, and the stubble littering his face made her mouth water in a completely inappropriate way.

Inappropriate because Dean was her best friend, and best friends didn’t have the kind of thoughts about each other that she was having right now. Thoughts that the year apart had apparently done nothing to quell. Which shouldn’t have been surprising. It had done nothing to dampen her not-so-friend-like feelings for him either.

To say nothing of the fact that with the kind of lives they led, there was no room for that sort of thing. She didn’t believe that loving a Winchester was the death sentence that Sam and Dean had both, at times, claimed it to be. But she knew enough to know that loving a hunter was always a risk, always invited complication… and all of their lives were complicated enough.

“How’s that shoulder doin’?” he asked after a few minutes, breaking the silence and completely oblivious to the turmoil in Katrina’s head or the fire his gravelly voice, rough from lack of sleep, lit inside her.

“It’s fine,” she dismissed, unconsciously rolling the shoulder in question. Earlier in the day, the two of them and Sam had taken care of a vengeful spirit an hour or two south of her house. It had been a simple enough salt-and-burn, but the thing had lashed out like a cornered animal in the last few minutes they were digging, doing what it could to stop them from reaching their goal. In the mele, Katrina had gotten flung at one point and crashed into a nearby headstone hard. She’d been mostly fine, but of course, Dean had immediately clocked the way she was suddenly favoring her left side.

And now, hours later, he seemed as equally unconvinced of her dismissal as he’d been then if the way he was studying her was anything to go off of. His brow furrowed in concentration, and the intensity in his gaze left Katrina trying not to squirm.

“Really, Dean, it was –“

But for all the good her words did her she may as well have saved her breath. Dean, it seemed, wasn’t even listening. He was too busy setting his half-drunk mug of hot chocolate on the little table next to him and then reaching out for her. His touch was gentle but firm as he maneuvered her to lean forward so he could run his hand over the tender area. Katrina willed her breathing to stay steady, even as her heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute.

“Well nothing’s swollen,” he murmured, the concern still evident in his voice. Katrina rolled her eyes and arched an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, because I’m fine.”

Dean paused in his movements and caught her eye, sending her a look that was both exasperated and affectionate.

“And stubborn,” he pointed out. Katrina snorted.

“Pot, meet kettle.”

Dean sighed but let her go.

“Yeah, yeah,” he dismissed, eyes still glued to her form. They both stayed there, frozen in place for a moment, until he frowned. “You look cold.”

She was perhaps a little cold, but Katrina suspected what Dean was actually noticing was the tension that came from the nerves being in such close proximity to him created. She shook her head.

“I’m fine.”

This time Dean rolled his eyes, and before she could do anything, he was wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her against him, enveloping her in his warmth.

“Yeah, yeah,” he repeated, “I know. You’re always fine. C’mon, Kat. It’s not a big deal.”

It was a big deal, if the heat rising in her cheeks was any indicator. But Dean couldn’t know that.

“My hero,” she muttered, injecting as much sarcasm into her voice as she could manage, and Dean chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest.

“At least I’m someone’s,” he scoffed, that self-deprecating tone of his bringing a frown to Katrina’s face.

“Don’t do that,” she chastised, and Dean snorted.

“Do what? Be honest?”

“Put yourself down like that,” she corrected firmly and Dean sighed. Despite herself, she found her body relaxing into his more fully.

“You weren’t there, Kat. I’m no hero.”

She didn’t need to ask to know he was thinking of Purgatory. He’d been tight-lipped about the details, but whatever happened had left him rattled.

“You wanna talk about it?” she ventured softly. Dean stiffened for a moment, but then relaxed back into her as he exhaled, shaking his head as he did.

“No.”

It was the answer she expected, and Katrina nodded against his chest.

“You know I’m here though? If you do?”

There was no pause that time. Dean nodded.

“I know.”

And then he dropped a kiss to the top of her head that had her stomach doing somersaults as if it were the most natural in the world for him to do.

The silence settled over them again, and Katrina tried not to hyper fixate. Dean’s fingers started tracing circles on her arm, sending pleasant shivers down her spine, and the sounds of the night washed over them – crickets, she thought, somewhere in the distance, and the occasional howl of an animal.

Eventually, against all odds, it was the steady thrum of Dean’s heartbeat that started to lull Katrina back into a state of… not sleep, but rest, she supposed. Her senses dulling and her consciousness allowing her to enjoy the peace of the moment. But it was just that – a moment – and before long Dean was speaking again, his words breaking it apart and filling her chest with a strange mix of hope and fear.

“I missed you, you know. While I was… gone. I, uh… it’s nice. Having you around again.”

He doesn’t mean what you want him to mean, the voice in her head hissed at her. Friends miss each other. Don’t make more out of it than what it is.

But somewhere, Katrina knew it was more than that. Dean didn’t just say shit like that. Still, letting herself ruminate on it too much was risky.

“I missed you too,” she admitted. There was a beat of silence, and then the words were slipping out before she could stop them – quiet, but impossible to miss in the stillness of their surroundings. “I was afraid I’d never see you again.”

She caught herself as much as Dean by surprise, so much so that she hardly noticed when he moved, shifting them so that, while his arm was still around her, she was no longer leaning into him, and they were instead facing each other. His eyes were wide, betraying how much she’d caught him off guard with the admission, and Katrina felt as though she were being x-rayed the way he was searching her face. She found herself unwittingly holding her breath, waiting for the inevitable fallout, or worse, the teasing.

But instead, his features softened, and a small smile formed on his face. The kind he seemed to reserve only for her.

“C’mon, Kat,” he murmured, his free hand coming up to brush some stray hair out of her face. But instead of dropping back to his own lap, it stayed, cradling her face. “I always find my way back to you, don’t I?”

In what seemed to be a single breath, the air between them turned charged. On their face, the words themselves were innocent. The way he was looking at her, however, was anything but, and his tone carried a weight with it that the words alone didn’t.

They’d been here before. In this space of almost and on the verge… but one of them always pulled back. Katrina wasn’t totally sure of Dean’s reasons, though she had a list she could guess at. Her own were complicated and multi-faceted. Chief among them was a strong disbelief that whatever Dean did feel for her couldn’t possibly mirror the feelings she’d been harboring for him. And if it were only her own heart she was risking? It might not have worried her so much – she could deal with pain. But the idea of opening herself up, giving things a shot and having them crash and burn… she knew what would come next, and the idea of having to cut ties with him and Sam was unfathomable. Aside from her younger sister, they were the only real family she had left. And Jenna, as wonderful as she was, didn’t understand the life Katrina led. It had been one of the many things Katrina had worked so hard to shield her from.

This time, however, neither of them seemed ready to heed that invisible line. Katrina noticed the way Dean’s eyes flickered down to her lips, and she unconsciously wet them while her own heart beat impossibly faster. At first, neither of them moved. And then all at once Dean leaned down and captured her lips with his in a kiss that nearly made her heart stop.

Despite the fact that it was something she’d wanted for years, it took her brain a few seconds to catch up with the reality of what was happening, and Katrina found herself frozen. But then, just as Dean seemed to be thinking he’d made a mistake, beginning to pull back, she jolted back to life. All of her normal reservations about why this was such a bad idea flew out the window, forgotten in the heat of the moment, and she kissed him back with fervor.

Her own mug of hot chocolate was quickly deposited next to her on the bench, her hands eagerly seeking out Dean instead. The arm he’d had around her shoulders dropped lower, securing itself around her waist and pulling her closer. Hi tongue dipped past the seam of her lips, tasting and learning her all at once and letting her do the same, while her fingers found purchase on the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

Katrina wasn’t sure how long they kissed – it could have been seconds or it could have been minutes – but by the time they broke apart they were both slightly breathless. They stayed close, Dean pressing one last soft, chaste kiss to her lips before resting his forehead against hers, while Katrina sat there, her head spinning. For awhile it was still just the two of them that she was aware of – Dean’s warm breath against her skin, every point of contact, her own heartbeat so loud she could feel it in her ears, the taste of him still lingering… the spiked drink she’d made them mixed with something uniquely Dean she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

But then reality slowly began to intrude as the rest of her senses returned to her. All the reasons she normally held herself back started screaming at her, and the panic began to set in.

“What was that?” she asked carefully, taking care to keep her voice steady. Dean, still cradling her face in his hand, smirked slightly.

“A kiss, Kat. I believe you’re familiar with the concept based on what I’ve seen from you before.”

It was such a Dean thing to say. And under other circumstances she might have laughed, or come up with her own quip back, but she was still having trouble with rational thought.

“We don’t kiss,” she pointed out. Dean shrugged, his thumb swiping over her cheek.

“Yeah, well maybe we should change that.”

Before she could think of anything remotely reasonable to say, he was kissing her again. And for just a moment, Katrina let herself get swept up in him once more. But this time when he went to deepen it, Katrina pulled back, the panic overwhelming the more pleasant sensations Dean had sparked.

“Dean, I –“ she started, her voice catching in her throat, embarrassingly choked by emotion.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asked, the teasing tone from before switching to one of genuine concern, and Katrina swallowed hard, willing herself to get her shit under control. This wasn’t her, she didn’t get emotional over guys, or anything, really… but then, Dean had always had a way of making her break even her own rules.

“I can’t do this,” she managed to get out, ignoring the confusion mixing with the concern in his expression. “It’s a bad idea. I can’t… I can’t just be a way for you to blow off steam. That’s not gonna work for me, and…” she trailed off, only dimly registering the look of abject horror on Dean’s face.

“Kat,” he said slowly, his voice gentle but tinged clearly with pain. “Is that really what you think is goin’ on here? That I’m just trying to blow off steam?”

Katrina closed her eyes, focusing on taking a breath. Somewhere in the back of her mind she half wished that when she opened them again it all would have been some sort of fever dream. But, of course, it wasn’t, and when she opened them again Dean was there waiting.

“Isn’t it?”

His face fell and he pulled back, his frown deepening while Katrina found herself already missing the proximity.

“Hell no. Look, I know I’m not Mr. Touchy Feely here, but I really thought we were on the same page about this.”

This was dangerous territory. Territory that Katrina both wanted to and dreaded entering.

Because Dean was… not right, but not wrong either. There was something between them, something more than friendship, evident alone from how different their relationship was from the one she had with Sam if nothing else. But whatever that something more was, Katrina couldn’t be foolish enough to let herself believe that Dean felt the same way about her. She loved him, she knew that. And sure maybe his feelings weren’t strictly platonic… but he didn’t love her. Not like that.

And if even if he did? Dean Winchester didn’t do relationships. She’d been there for the aftermath of Lisa and Ben… watched him struggle through the wreckage… and she knew better than anyone that he’d sworn off the idea of ever letting himself get involved like that again.

“I don’t know what to say,” she mumbled, and Dean looked at her in slight disbelief.

“You can say whether I’m wrong or not.”

Katrina opened her mouth to do just that, but the words wouldn’t come. She tried a second and a third time too, and after that last attempt a smug expression worked its way onto Dean’s face, some of the tension easing from his body.

“So I’m not wrong,” he theorized. “You want to be with me too.”

“Except you don’t do relationships,” Katrina pointed out quickly, “and I’m not looking to get my heart broken.”

Dean softened, the corners of his lips tugging down again, and Katrina could practically see the gears turning in his head.

“Why don’t you let me worry about what I do and do not do?”

“Are you actually suggesting what I think you are right now?”

“Depends,” Dean asked, some of that devil-may-care attitude of his making an appearance again. “What do you think I’m suggesting?”

Katrina wasn’t having any of it, though. Mind still reeling, she huffed and moved further back from him, turning to grab for her mug.

“I swear,” she started to complain without really knowing where she was going with it. “God forbid you be serious for just one –“

Dean’s hand shot out almost immediately, cutting her off mid-sentence as he pulled her right back where she’d been, his arm coming around her even more securely than before. He kissed her again, this time slow and purposefully, breaking away while her brain was still going fuzzy.

“I am being serious, Kat,” he said. “Look, I get it, you’re scared, and people in our line of work don’t get happy endings. But c’mon. It’s been here, whatever this thing is between us, for too long, and I’m tired of pretending it isn’t. You said you were afraid you weren’t gonna see me again? Hell, I was too. And I was more afraid that I’d never get a chance to figure this out. I want to be with you, and not just for a night or for while it feels good. This is what I want… I’m ready to fight for it.”

“Dean –“ she began, but he cut her off, shaking his head.

“And, say what you want, but as long as you’ve known me, I’ve never given you a reason not to trust me. So if I’m telling you how I feel, you should know I mean it.”

By the time he was done speaking, Katrina’s eyes were uncharacteristically watery, and she quickly blinked back the tears, refusing to let them spill over. Dean noticed anyway, and frowned, cradling her face once more and smoothing his thumb over her cheek.

“What are you thinking, Kat?” he prompted gently, and she let out something that was somewhere between a cry and a laugh.

“I’m thinking this is insane,” she admitted, which pulled a crooked smile from Dean and her own watery chuckle.

“Yeah, maybe a little,” he allowed. “But that doesn’t make it any less real.” She let out a puff of air, and he sighed. “C’mon, Kat. I lo –“

“No,” she cut across him firmly, and Dean blinked back in surprise.

“No? No what?”

Katrina bit her lip, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her again, and she looked down at her lap, unable to meet his eye.

“Just please don’t say you love me.”

Her words hung there between them, until Dean tilted her chin up, forcing her to look back at him. It was impossible to miss the earnest expression on his face.

“But what if I do?” he asked. Brain short circuiting, Kat blinked back stupidly.

“Then you’re crazier than I am,” she finally said, and at her words a genuine smile cracked Dean’s face, his laughter sounding almost inappropriately loud after their conversation colored by whispers and murmurs. It didn’t last long though, and before Katrina could make sense of any of it, Dean was dipping his head again, pressing a short, sweet kiss to her lips and returning his forehead to its previous resting place against hers.

“Sweetheart,” he began, managing to maintain his sincerity despite the laughter still underlying his voice, “I’ve always been crazier than you.”

#jacklesversebingo24 #supernatural #spn fanfic #dean winchester #dean winchester x ofc #spn #supernatural fanfiction #annie writes

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voiidvagabond · 10 days ago

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when the cold finds us entwined | payneland fanmix

Youtube Mix ┊ Spotify Mix

moodboard sources ┊ x x x x x x x

A fanmix created as part of the Besotted Brats December Holiday Gift Exchange! This is for the wonderful @cristalknife! I hope you enjoy it <3

Winter (from The Four Seasons) - Antonio Vivaldo Fimbulvetr - SKÁLD Winter Wonderland - Beegie Adair A Winter Romance - Dean Martin This December - Ricky Montgomery Always Forever - Cults Mouthful of Diamonds - Phantogram BIRDS OF A FEATHER - Billie Eilish Wait for Springtime - Kishi Bashi Pretty Boy - The Neighborhood Harvest Moon - Neil Young Words - Gregory Alan Isakov Everyone Adores You (at least I do) - Matt Maltese Say Yeah - Kishi Bashi Easily - Bruno Major Your Hand in Mine - Bedside Kites Falling In Love - Cigarettes After Sex Wildflower - Beach House Odyssey - Talos j's lullaby (darlin' i'd wait for you) - Delaney Bailey

#fanmix #dbda #dead boy detectives #dead boy detective agency #payneland #edwin payne #charles rowland #besotted brats gift exchange #voiids fanmixes

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cleighwrites · 1 month ago

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Hello!! Here I am again... this time I'd like Sam/Dean with a hot drink ☕️ (cocoa?) and you can go as spicy as you want. Just as you know how to do that! 🥳🥳🥳

Thank You!

SPN Fanfic

Characters - Dean x Sam

Summary - Dean wants something from Sam. Sam makes him ask nicely.

Word Count - 256

Warnings - wincest, alluded to sex acts, language?

“Damn, Dean, how much Bailey’s did you put into this cocoa?” Sam asked, making a face.

“It’s made with it,” Dean shrugged, smiling into his mug.

Sam gasped, incredulous. “Dean! You tryna get me drunk or something?”

Dean smirked. “Or something.”

Sam gave him a look. “You know, I don’t have to be drunk to fuck you.”

“Ya don’t say?” Dean said, taking a large gulp of his cocoa. “So, what do I gotta do?”

Sam chuckled. “Ask nicely.”

“How nice we talkin’?”

Sam leveled his gaze at him. “Nice.”

Dean sat his mug down, walked around the table, and then got to his knees in front of his brother. He placed his hands on Sam’s legs, then leaned forward, situating himself between Sam’s knees. Looking up into Sam’s eyes, he batted his lashes.

“Please fuck me, Sammy?”

Sam groaned and rolled his eyes, but he put a hand to the back of Dean’s head and hauled him up into a fierce kiss. “Damn your eyelashes,” Sam lamented into their next kiss.

An hour later, they lay in Sam’s bed naked, wrapped around each other, and breathing heavily. Dean’s ass was pleasantly sore and he was on the brink of falling asleep. Then he remembered that Sam had made him ask nicely, there was something he needed to do before he passed out.

He turned his head and placed a kiss on Sam’s shoulder. “Thanks, Sammy, I needed that.”

Sam looked down at him and ran a finger along his jaw. “You and those damn eyelashes.”

#cleighwrites #wincest #emoji ask game

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lxvejohnny · 2 years ago

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The endless beginning

part eight

scream VI fanfiction with implied ethan x oc!

find the masterlist for this fic here. it's a long one folks! enjoy!

After Kirby practically exiled Gale out of their plan due to, no press being allowed, Amelie sent her off with a hug and was given a threat to call her if anything happens.

Amelie decides to send Dean another text, asking him if he was okay because she hadn't heard back last night. Though, once she got back to the apartment, she was incredibly distracted for the rest of the night.

Now, everyone has joined at a park in public in attempts to set Ghostface up. With Tara, Sam, and Amelie as decoys, detective Bailey nearby for backup, and Kirby in the van to track the call, they were ready to set the caller up. Amelie separates from the sisters, after much reluctance from Sam and her other friends in the van, deciding that they were more likely to receive a call if more of the targeted victims were alone. Back in the van, Ethan expresses his panic to the group about Amelie going off by herself while the two sisters remain together. He knows that she won’t get hurt, she can’t with all Ghostface’s currently away from her, but he still feels a sense of panic at the thought that she could get hurt. And, he knows he has to keep up the innocent act for his friend’s around. So, as Amelie begins to walk away from the two with a quick smile, she splits away and heads towards an open part of the park where dogs run and play around. She stares at the smiles on the stranger’s face around them and begins to wonder what their biggest worry in life could possibly be, if they have ever had to scheme in their life to trap someone who is trying to ruin their life. She also begins to wonder if she can ever appear as carefree as they do and live a life where she can go to a park and have a day by herself in peace, without any worry that someone is going to come up and try to kill her.

Amelie looks back to where Tara and Sam have walked far away from her, and she sees Sam pluck her phone out her pocket and answer a call. She can already guess who it is and stares at the girls, trying to gauge their reaction from so far away. She vaguely sees Sam pull the phone away from her ear and look at it in disbelief, almost appearing as if the killer abruptly hung up on the girl. Amelie jumps when she hears her own phone begin to ring and she furrows her eyebrows in confusion, if the killer called Sam already, why would they bother with her?

She pulls her phone out of her pocket and looks down at the unknown contact before answering the call.

Back in the van, Kirby stops her movement of detecting the call when she sees that Amelie is also receiving a call. Mindy notices her movement and sits up in her chair, “What? What is it, Kirby?”

“Amelie is also getting a call,” Kirby says and looks at the teens beside her. The two boys follow Mindy’s movements and sit up in their chair, Ethan pausing his snacking and looks at Kirby’s screen in confusion. She wasn’t supposed to receive a call, only Sam was.

“What do you want?” Amelie says into her phone, venom laced through her words as she looks around her to see if there is anyone nearby. She catches the two sisters staring her down from across the park and holds eye contact with them.

“Daddy Dewey doesn’t seem to be enough, does it?” The voice chuckles lowly through the phone. Amelie freezes in her spot and fear strikes her body. “Hopefully you said bye-bye to Gale earlier, I don’t think there is much time left.”

The voice was condescending, almost mocking her, and she can’t distinguish if there is more anger or fear running through her body right now. “Don’t you fucking touch her, you psycho.”

“Oh Amie,” the rough voice of Ghostface begins to taunt, “too late.”

The line ends and Amelie begins to run towards to the two girls who look to be waiting for her. The girl stops abruptly when she finally reaches them and even though they already know where the call is coming from due to Kirby’s tracking skills, they let her rush out, “He is at Gale’s. We have to go now!”

“My friend Danny works on the upper-westside, he can get there quicker!” Sam calls as her, Tara, Amelie, and detective Bailey begin running to the latter’s car.

“Yeah, or he can finish her off, if he has a possible reason to kill her,” Detective Bailey conspires from behind the girls.

“Fuck,” Amelie mutters as she stays ahead of the three. Sam looks ahead at Amelie and puts her phone back in her pocket after sending a text to Danny. “We have to get there now.”

“C’mon, wait! We don’t even know if it’s true. Sam, wait! Take a minute,” Bailey calls from behind the three sprinting girls, panting once they finally made it to his car.

“We don’t have a minute!” Amelie turns around and snaps at him. There was no way that anyone, not even the detective, would stop her from getting to Gale as soon as she can, not after that phone call she just received. She couldn’t risk losing another important person in her life, another parent at that.

“Amelie, you have to trust me. We gotta make the right call,” Bailey turns to face the girl and tries to reason with her, but her, nor the other two, are willing to listen.

“He’s already there!” Amelie shouts back as she looks at the man almost incredously, her hands flailing as she speaks. It was odd to her how relucent the detective was to go and protect someone who they know is in the same building as the killer.

“Guys!” Tara calls from behind the two girls and they turn to look at her. Tara sits in the driver’s seat of the Bailey’s cop car and calls for them to get in. Sam and Amelie look at each other before rushing to get into the car, making sure Bailey isn’t right behind them to stop them. Amelie opens the door to the backseat and jumps in, patting Tara’s shoulder as she shifts to the middle, proud of the small girl for coming up with this.

“Get out of the car! What do you think you’re doing? That’s an official vehicle!” Bailey’s voice begins to drown out as Sam rolls up the window and the two sisters make the decision to turn the sirens on while Amelie calls for Tara to hurry from the back. The three speed off towards the direction of Gale’s apartment, Sam in the front helping Tara with the directions and Amelie in the back nervously fidgeting at the idea that they might not get there in time. Amelie pulls her phone out and tries to give Gale a call a couple of times, each leading to voicemails which causes Amelie’s nerves to spike even more than they were before. She settles on sending texts to Gale, some of warning that the killer is there, and she needs to leave, and others saying that she loves her. She slides her finger down her contact list where she hovers over Ethan’s and licks her lips before pressing on the contact to call. She figured their friends needed an update on what was happening and if Ethan was there with her friends, it couldn’t be him, right?

“Hello? Are you okay?” Ethan picks up his phone almost instantly once he saw the girls name come up. Kirby and the twins perk up and try to lean closer to the boy once they see that it is Amelie calling.

“Yes, yes, we are okay,” Amelie begins, nodding her head as she speaks as if he can see her through the phone. Ethan puts her on speaker for all of them to hear what she is saying. “Look, we are headed to Gale’s right now, we-we took the cop car and Bailey should be heading back to you guys soon, I think, I don’t-I don’t know...”

She trails off as she looks out the windshield at all the lights and cars whizzing by. She lowers her voice as she continues speaking, her left hand free and picking at her fingers nervously, “I just wanted to call you, to you know, let you all know and to just tell you to stay safe, please.”

Blush rises on Ethan’s cheek, and he makes eye contact with Chad who, finally, looks at him back as if he were his regular roommate again and not some guy who he is suspicious of. He smirks at the boy and nods his head proudly at Ethan, looks like he was closer to getting the girl. Mindy looks at the two and rolls her eyes at their antics, knowing how gullible Amelie seems to be.

“Yeah-yes, thank you, Amie,” Ethan sighs and decides to take the girl off speaker before stepping outside of the van door. He felt awkward enough talking to Amelie, he was not going to continue in front of people. “You guys too, Amie, please be safe, and call me or one of us if anything happens.”

“I will, Ethan,” Amelie mutters and lets out a chuckle. “This time around, I will.”

“I will see you soon, okay?” Amelie can hear Ethan also let out a quiet laugh through the phone and lets a small smile form on her lips. “And, uh, thanks for calling me.”

“Yeah,” Amelie whispers. She can see Gale’s building getting closer and decides that she needs to end the call now so she can get to Gale as quick as possible. Nerves flutter in her stomach again from the worry of what might be happening to Gale and from her finally being able to talk to Ethan. “You were the first I thought of.”

Amelie ends the call shortly after telling Ethan that she will see him soon and his heart flutters in his chest. Her letting him know that he was the first she thought of calling made him relieved that maybe she doesn’t resent him as much after all. While he knows that once she finds out who he really is, she won’t hesitate to either kill him or run away as far as she can, he can’t help but be hopeful that she does care about him still. He also knows that even though he doesn’t want her to get hurt- which she already has by him- and his family is aware of it, his word isn’t enough to stop his sister or his dad from touching her. All three of their drives to kill is high, but his family’s is higher to end the Riley girl once and for all.

After what seems like forever, the three finally reach Gale’s building and they run as fast as they can up the stairs to her place. Upon entering, they see the mess of her apartment and run in to find Gale on the ground with Ghostface on top of her, their knife about to enter her face.

“Hey fuckface!” Sam calls to the killer and their masked face turns in the direction of the noise. Sam picks the discarded gun up off the floor where she immediately begins to shoot towards the Ghostface who gets off of Gale and runs away and unfortunately, misses her shots. Amelie rushes to Gale as soon as Sam starts to shoot where she drops to her knees beside her body where she lays frail and bleeding out. Tara kneels beside Amelie and watches as the girl places her hands on Gale’s abdomen where a massive, bleeding wound stares back at her.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Amelie repeats as her shaky hands begin to overflow with blood. She begins to let tears well up in her eyes and her lip quivers when she really realizes the state that Gale is in. “We should have known that he was going to come after you, I’m so, so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Gale begins as she looks into Amelie’s eyes above her. Sam kneels on the other side of Gale, opposite from Tara and Amelie and she shares a look with Tara, pain lingering in both of their eyes. “He never got me. Tell Sidney, he never got me.”

“No, no, I won’t need to, okay? Because you are going to be okay,” Amelie looks at Gale and shakes her head at the older women. Gale's bright eyes are fading in front of Amelie and it is a sight she has never thought she would see; it physically ripping her heart from her chest and tearing it to pieces. Gale looks directly at Amelie's face, a faint smile painted on her lips. "You have your dad's eyes, Mel."

Amelie lets a loud and pained sob at Gales words. She sees her eyes begin to close and her breathe slow down and continues to shake her head harder. "No, no, no, no."

“Gale?” Sam leans over the women and calls her name. Her and Tara begin to call out Gale’s name in panic when they see her start to go still.

“No, no, no, no, please,” Amelie whispers brokenly as she looks around franticly at the women below her. Her hands still on the wound and she can feel her torso slow its normal up and down movement. She can briefly hear the paramedics arrive and she can feel Tara try to pull her away from Gale, but she can’t find it in her to leave her. “No, no, Gale!”

Her voice cracks as she pleads with tears streaming down her face, Tara managing to get her to stand but Amelie can’t even focus on anything around her but Gale’s almost lifeless body in front of her. She tries to convince herself that this isn’t real, none of it is, and she will wake up soon to find Gale in front of her alive, maybe her dad there to, ready to greet her with a smile. But she doesn’t wake up and this is real, this is her real life. Nothing but pain brews through her bones as she watches Gale, and she can almost feel her heart start to seize and shrivel up like an old prune. She thought that the greatest pain she could feel was when her dad got taken from her, and it was. But standing here, with Sam and Tara holding her arms back as she sobs, she feels the pain being doubled. Nothing in this world could have prepared her to lose Gale after losing her dad, and Amelie wonders if she can possibly live life normally anymore.

“We got a weak pulse,” Amelie hears the EMT say which reinstates some hope in her body that maybe Gale can be okay, but nothing will erase or make her forget the pain she is feeling from watching what just happened. Sam nods beside her with tears tracking down her face and she manages to push herself and the two girls out of the apartment so the paramedics can take care of Gale now. Nothing can prepare you for the hurt you will feel from losing another person who you consider a parent, and nothing can warn you for the heartbreak that will follow, dead or alive.

The last twenty minutes of Amelie's life seemed to be in fast forward for her because she can hardly even remember how they managed to get to the lobby of Gale’s apartment. She vaguely remembers being escorted out of Gale's apartment where she refused to leave the door, making sure she saw Gale being taken out of her place and into an ambulance. She also recalls finally calling Ethan once they reached the lobby of the building, where they currently reside, and very incoherently trying to tell him that Gale was badly hurt and they needed to come there now. She knows that right now, she is standing beside her friends who all can't seem to peel their eyes away from the floor, and Ethan's warm body pressed against her with his arm wrapped around her small frame. Her arms wrap themselves around his torso as she lays her head on his arm and her eyes fixate on the lights of the police and ambulance outside the window.

Silence has never been so loud as Amelie stares emotionless at the flashing blue and red colours, her eyes stinging from the amount of tears she shed and throat raw from yelling out in despair. Amelie really feels like this is it, any hope she had stored in her that they will make it out has left her body the second she saw Gale on the ground.

“Hey! I got here as fast as I could,” Danny comes rushing in and heads straight to Sam where she remains sitting. All eyes turn towards the man with the same idea in their minds; he coincidently was gone and got here right after Gale was attacked.

“Did you?” Tara asks him with hard eyes.

“I’m scared,” Mindy whispers as she looks straight ahead. “Guys, I really don’t want to get hurt again.”

“Neither do I,” Chad mutters beside Amelie. Nothing but pain lingers in their voices as they talk. Everyone is so scared, so fed up with everything they have been through and worried that soon enough, they won’t ever be able to bounce back this time around.

“I don’t want you getting hurt again, either,” Mindy looks at Chad before he places his head on her shoulder and brings a comforting hand to her knee, “I know, I know.”

"You either," Ethan mutters quietly, only for Amelie to catch. He looks down at her sad face nuzzled up to his chest and would do anything in this moment to make her feel better, his heart breaking at the sight of her being in pain. Amelie closes her eyes and tightens her arms around his mid-half. "Same goes for you, Eth."

“Maybe he gets to win this time,” Sam begins with pain in her eyes. Chad and Tara lift their heads off Mindy’s shoulders, and they all look towards the girl confused. “He wants to punish me, me. So maybe we let him. I will just give myself up-“

“-Sam, no-“ Amelie finally tears herself from Ethan's warm body and tries to interrupt but Sam just continues.

“-If this is what I have to do to keep you guy safe, it is worth it,” Sam finishes with tears beginning to fall down her cheek and Amelie shakes her head at the girl.

“No, we’re not doing that, Sam, alright? You went back to Woodsboro to protect me, every single day you make the decision to protect me. None of us would even be alive if it weren’t for you,” Tara says and waves her hand around to their friends sitting down on the bench where they all nod at the girl, agreeing. “You have to let us protect you this time. We’re a team, remember?”

Sam shakes her head to Tara to try and disagree, but she relents as Tara continues to say yes. Amelie finally drops her arms from around Ethan, deciding to quickly grab Ethan’s hand that is falling from her hold and gives it a squeeze before letting it go and making her way beside Sam. “Actually, we are a family.”

Quoting herself from a couple of days ago when she let Tara know that they are her family, she was going to do it again with the older Carpenter sister. Mindy eventually gets up too and repeats the word family, nodding her head. Chad lets a smile break through onto his face and claps his hands, also getting up. He places his hand in the middle of the small circle they formed, “Let’s go! Force of Five!”

Mindy places her hand on top of Chads with Tara and Amelie following. Danny also attempts to join in the circle before Chad lets him know that it was an us thing. Amelie can’t help the small smile she feels creep onto her lips at that and she looks to Sam, anticipating her to join in.

“He’s going to keep coming after us,” Sam begins again and their hands fall to their sides once more.

“Isn’t their somewhere, like, safe we can just hold up in?” Ethan quips up, almost reminding them of his presence. Tara shakes her head and says in despair, “He’s just going to keep finding us.”

“Great,” Ethan mutters. At least he tried, Amelie thinks.

Amelie catches Tara furrow her eyebrows as she pauses to think again about what Ethan said, maybe finding some place safe where it would be easy to keep Ghostface trapped in was actually a good idea. “We could use that though.”

Ethan smiles, glad that his idea actually proved to work out the way he wanted it to. He steps closer to Amelie, wanting to feel her close to him again although she was only a couple of feet away. Sam and Tara share a look before calling up detective Bailey, awkwardly letting him know they were sorry for stealing his car and pitching the idea of trapping Ghostface. Their circle expands as Ethan and Danny now join, listening intently as Tara talks to the detective on speaker. Amelie reaches out and links her pinkie finger with Ethan’s, he looks down and smiles at her as she continues to stare at Tara, determination swirling in her eyes. They are going to kill this motherfucker.

Amelie holds Ethan’s hand as they walk down the stairs to the subway to head to the Ghostface shrine downtown.

“Is this even a good plan?” Ethan asks nervously to the group. Instantly Tara replies to the boy pointedly, “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

“So, we just peel off and let the killer kicks us off one by one, no thank you,” Amelie rolls her eyes at the boy’s words and nudges her shoulder into his. “We aren’t peeling off, that’s the whole point.”

“Let’s just get to the theatre,” Sam sighs as she leads the group in the direction of the subway. The area is so packed with people that the group does end up splitting off from each other. Amelie tries her best to hold tighter onto Ethan’s hand, but it gets difficult as bodies shove between all of them. She can see Mindy up in front of her also getting shoved back by people and even with Amelie’s 5’’5 height, she can’t see over the crowd in front of her or any of her friends. As she finally makes it to the subway doors, she sees Mindy hit the closed subway door and watches as Chad looks back at them through the glass before the subway sets off. Amelie sighs as she makes her way to Mindy and places her hand on Mindy’s shoulder. The girl jumps and whips her head around before realizing it was just Amelie and breathes out a, “thank fuck.”

She looks past Amelie and sees Ethan approaching the two girls and settles her face into a glare. She all but snarls at that boy, “get your Ghostface ass away from us, Ghostface.”

“No, Mindy, he’s okay-“ Amelie tries to persuade Mindy but the curly headed girl just grabs onto her hand and drags her away from the boy, “come on.”

Ethan peers over the people to look at Amelie where she gives him an apologetic look and mouths a sorry to him. Behind her Mindy looks at the boy tries to shoo him away from looking over at them, mouthing a look away to him at the same time. Ethan feels like he has nothing to do but oblige, almost afraid of Mindy and her protectiveness. He still looks over every now and then as they wait for the subway to check on Amelie, not too sure of what he is checking up for, but it may just be an excuse so he can keep looking at the girl.

Amelie feels bad that she just left Ethan to be by himself but she also knows that she should stay with her best friend during this time rather than leave her alone so she can stand beside the boy who makes her heart flutter. So, they wait until the next subway arrives and board it together. Mindy once again brings Amelie over the one side of the subway and Ethan stands away giving them their distance, but close enough so they can still see each other. Amelie closes her eyes as she leans against one of the walls of the subway and tries to focus on her breathing. She has never done great when it comes to moving transportation and often starts to feel sick whenever they start moving, especially when they are a constant stop and go motions. She remembers back when she was younger and her dad would take her places, he would always make sure she took anti-nausea medicine before they left and wouldn’t go ten minutes without asking her if she was feeling sick. One time she went with her mother and stepdad (though she doesn’t call him that) on a road trip and got sick on the trip to their destination. When they arrived, she begged her mom to let her call her dad and cried to him through the phone about how she was sick in the car and her stepdad got upset with her. Dewey reassured her that it wasn’t her fault, and it was her mom’s for forgetting to give her medicine or be prepared. Amelie knew that if her dad was still with her now, he would make sure she was prepared to go on a subway without him, especially knowing how back and forth those trains are.

Whenever Amelie does take the chance to open her eyes, she catches the sight of a Ghostface mask somewhere on the train and it doesn’t help the churning in her stomach. She can see Mindy from beside her try to raise her phone in the air, attempting to get a message to send through. Amelie presumes it is her trying to let the others know where they are, but she can’t be bothered to check her own phone or talk in fear that it might push her urge to be sick.

Amelie flinches when she feels Mindy jump from beside her and turns to see someone with a Ghostface mask decided to come up beside her. Mindy quickly moves to stand on the opposite side of the subway where she was previously standing, so now her and Amelie are facing each other. The person in the mask pushes in front of Amelie to take a seat in the empty spot beside her, causing Amelie to shift a couple of steps away from the guy before leaning against the wall again and closing her eyes. Ethan watches the interaction from where he is standing afar and decides to push his way forward slightly. He respects the distance Mindy enforced upon him so he isn’t too close to the girls, but close enough where he can still see them if anything were to happen.

After a couple a minutes, Amelie opens her eyes again to check how many stops they have left and straightens up when she notices Mindy got pushed to the back of the cart. Mindy looks back at her and nods her head with a pained smile, letting the girl know that she is okay even though they are separated now. Amelie looks back around the subway and can’t help but only focus on the amount of Ghostface masks around her. Her nerves get the better of her and she begins to panic at the idea that one, or maybe all of them, could be the killer. Her attention focuses on one that is sitting in one of the chairs, looking down, diagonally across from where she is standing. She wishes that she was beside Ethan in this very moment, knowing that his presence would make her feel a lot more calm.

The light in the cart starts flickering in and out for intervals at a time and Amelie decides that maybe keeping her eyes closed for prolonged periods was not a good idea anymore. When the light in the cart turns back on for the second time, Amelie looks back to the seat where the Ghostface costume was previously and notices that the seat was now occupied by some other passenger. Amelie quickly looks around to see where the person went but the lights turn off again briefly, interrupting her from finding the suspicious man. She feels her breathing stops when she hears a whisper in her ear and a hand on her mouth, “You’re fucking lucky this time, bitch.”

As soon as the masked person finishes, she feels a pinch on her arm where her gasp is covered by their hand, and then the individual vanish. The lights turn back on with enough time for her to gather that her arm as a small trickle of blood running down it, and that they probably just decided to nick her with their knife. Amelie quickly places her hand on her arm where the small cut is and tries to desperately look to see where they went. Her breathe quickens at the realization that was the killer and that they just let her off. That has never happened, almost ever, when the killer would just let someone live who they could have easily killed and panic settles in, realizing that they were going to go after Mindy or Ethan now. She looks toward Ethan and he turns his head at the same time, almost knowing that she was looking his way and she lifts her hand up to show him the blood. His eyes widen and he begins to try and push past the people in his way from getting to her. His concern her the girl spikes when he realizes that she was not supposed to get hurt, and wonders if it wasn’t a Ghostface who decided to hurt her. Amelie briefly sees a hooded figure standing closer to the end of the train where Mindy was before the lights turn off again, and Amelie already knows that she is who the killer is currently after.

So, in the dark, Ethan blindly attempts to make his way to Amelie and Amelie pushes through the lump of people standing in her way from getting to Mindy. The lights turn back on once again when the subway stops and people begin to flood out when the doors open. Amelie finally sees Mindy on the ground, holding her stomach and her eyes widen at the sight.

“Oh my god, Mindy,” Amelie drops to her knees and turns around to see Ethan catching up to her, his own eyes widening when he sees Mindy on the ground with blood on her hands. “Ethan! Help!”

Ethan and Amelie both call out for help as they try their best to lift her up, placing both of her arms on either sides of their shoulders and move without hurting her even more. The three manage to make it out of the subway doors and onto the ground, leaning Mindy against one of the poles as she groans in pain.

“Are you okay?” Ethan asks Mindy, panic stricken on his face. Amelie reassures Mindy as she takes of her flannel button up and bunches it up to hold onto the bleeding girl’s stomach. “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

“Yeah, I’m so good,” Mindy groans out. At least she still has her humor intact. Mindy looks at Amelie and then to Ethan, “godammit, I got it wrong again.”

Amelie almost wants to crack a smile at Mindy’s choice of words considering she is currently bleeding out and Ethan just continues to look between her and Mindy, evidently in panic at the situation. Two workers come running up to the three and begin to radio for police and an ambulance to their location. Amelie backs away and moves to kneel beside Ethan so the two people can look at Mindy without her in the way. Amelie feels her phone buzzing from her jean pocket and pulls it out to see a multitude of texts pilling in from her friends who they got separated from, all wondering if they are okay and where they are. Amelie realizes that as much as she wants to stay here with Mindy, she knows Ethan will and she has to get going now to be able to make it to the theatre on time. She needs to let them know the killer was just with them, and probably on their way to the theatre as they speak.

“Okay, I-I have to go,” Amelie looks between at two and stands up. Ethan and Mindy, although she is only able to give a side glare at the girl, both look at her like she is crazy.

“What? Amie, no!” Ethan immediately shakes his head at the girl and reciprocates her action to stand.

“Look, just stay here with Mindy, please, at least until paramedics show up. I have to leave now so I can make it to the theatre,” Amelie rushes out and looks between the two. Mindy lets out another groan of pain but can’t find it in her to protest. Ethan attempts to interrupt the girl again, but she doesn’t let him. He knows that if she goes now and makes it into that theatre, there is no telling what is going to happen to her, and he can’t be there to protect her from his family. Amelie cups her hands onto Ethan’s face so he can properly look at her, “I have to go, now. Trust me.”

Ethan knows that he won’t be able to stop her, he has tried multiple times before and he was yet to prevail. So, he nods at her and she gives him a smile. She looks at him for an extra second, visibly debating on her next move before pulling his face down closer to hers and places her lips on his. Amelie knows that this is not an appropriate time to be doing this but almost any movement they make could be their last, and with the mission that her and her friends were on, it truly could be. The boy freezes for a second, in complete and utter shock at what the girl is currently doing, before deciding to place a hand on her waist and kisses her back. Unfortunately, the moment doesn’t last long, and Amelie pulls away first, letting her hands fall back down to her sides. Her eyes flicker down to Mindy who looks repulsed at what she just witnessed before looking back up to Ethan. “Please watch her.”

“Yeah, of course,” He lies to her, nodding his head. He is still stunned from Amelie kissing him and can’t help but think about what would happen if the kiss happened during a moment where someone wasn’t stabbed or wasn’t attempting to hunt down a killer. Amelie turns away to begin heading up the stairs, but Ethan reaches out to grab her hand and pull her back. He needs to do this, needs to let her know that her kissing him wasn’t a mistake, and needs to let this happen just one more time before she finds out who he really is and wants nothing to do with him. He was wanted this girl for months now, and if this was the last chance he was ever going to have with her, he was going to take it. Plus, it would stall her a couple more minutes. He places his lips on hers again and their kiss only lasts for less than a minute, but enough time for each of them to reassure the other that their feelings were mutual. The feeling of their lips together felt so natural for the both of them, and neither wanted to let the moment end, though they knew it had to. Their kiss almost felt like a heart wrenching goodbye and Amelie was not too sure why, only sure that she didn’t want this to be the last time it ever happens.

“Be safe. Please,” Ethan looks down at her and says after they pull away. Amelie nods her head before turning to leave for real this time. And as Ethan watches Amelie runs up the stairs and into the busy streets of New York, he almost feels like none of what he has done for his family is worth it. Because although he has only known the girl personally for a couple of months, he feels protective of her in a way that he has never felt before. He believed that the only emotion he could truly feel was pain and resentment after losing his brother, but the girl seemed to light a spark in his dark soul, and he can’t help but wish that it was bright enough to light up all of his darkness.

Amelie, running through the crowds of people on her way to the theatre, direction purely based on brief acknowledgment of her location, feels her heart catch on fire from within her chest. Kissing Ethan made sense to her; it dimmed the pain in her arm and the shake of her hands, but something inside of her also felt like it was like kissing the devil. The softness of his touch could almost mask the burning of the flame he started on her heart. That kiss felt like a promise, but also like a sad ending. And Amelie couldn’t help but wonder if the fire he started was to hide the fact that kissing Ethan, meant kissing the man she thought he was, goodbye.

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sky-bunnyyy · 1 year ago

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Completed Works / Masterlist

last updated: 1/5/24

Avatar twow - Location: Pandora

Neytiri:

Cg! Neytiri x toddler regressor! Head cannons

Jake sully:

None yet

Neyteyam:

None yet

Lo'ak:

None yet

Kiri:

None yet

Tuk:

None yet

Miles 'Spider' Soccoro:

Spider paci icons

Scream - Location: Woodsboro, California

Stu Macher:

Cg! Stu Macher Moodboard Stu as a caregiver Headcannons

Billy Loomis:

None yet

Ethan Landry:

Cg! Ethan Landry Moodboard

Quinn Bailey

Cg! Quinn Bailey Moodboard

The Vampire Diaries - Location: Mystic Falls, Virginia

Damon Salvatore:

Cg! Damon Salvatore Moodboard

Stefan Salvatore:

None yet

Elena Gilbert:

Regressor! Elena Gilbert Moodboard

Regressor! Elena Gilbert astronomy Moodboard and Blurb

Jeremy Gilbert:

None yet

Supernatural - Loction: Lebanon, Kansas

Dean Winchester:

Cg! Dean Winchester moodboard

Sam Winchester:

Cg! Sam Winchester Moodboard

Cg! Sam Winchester x transmasc little moodboard

Castiel Novak:

Cg! Cas Moodboard

Lucifer

Cg! Lucifer Moodboard

Gabriel:

Cg! Gabriel Moodboard

American Horror Story

Murder house - Location: Los Angeles, California

Tate Langdon:

Cg! Tate moodboard

Regressor! tate moodboard

Tate Paci Icon

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If you don't see a fandom on here you want to request for, look at my fandoms list, or ask me if I write for it! This is just what I've written for so far

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shelbgrey · 2 years ago

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Sorting my favorite fictional characters into hogwarts houses because I'm board and I have writers block.

If I have the motivation I'll explain why later or you can commit your thoughts and I'll post them.

Grey's anatomy:

Derek shepherd - Ravenclaw

Meredith Grey - Gryffindor

April Kepner - Hufflepuff

Owen hunt - Gryffindor

Callie Torres - Ravenclaw

Miranda Bailey - Gryffindor

Alex Karev - Slytherin

Jackson avery - Ravenclaw

Arizona Robinson - Hufflepuff

Christina Yang - Askaban

Bridgerton:

Anthony Bridgerton - Slytherin

Benedict Bridgerton - Hufflepuff

Colin Bridgerton - Ravenclaw

Daphne Bridgerton - Gryffindor

Elois Bridgerton - Ravenclaw

Francesca Bridgerton - Hufflepuff

Gregory Bridgerton - Gryffindor

Hyacinth Bridgerton - Hufflepuff

Kate Sharma - Gryffindor

Penelope Fetherington - Ravenclaw

Marvel:

Tony stark - Sylthrin

Steve Rogers - Gryffindor

Clint Barton - Gryffindor

Bruce Banner - Ravenclaw

Thor - Hufflepuff

Natasha Romanoff - Sylthrin

Marc Spector - Gryffindor

Steven Grant - Hufflepuff

Jake Lockly - Slytherin

Scott lang - Hufflepuff

Stephen Strange - Ravenclaw

Wanda Maximoff - Gryffindor

Sam Wilson - Gryffindor

Vision - Ravenclaw

T'challa - Ravenclaw

Bucky Barnes - Sylthrin

Loki - Sylthrin

X-men:

Scott Summers - Gryffindor

Hank McCoy - Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff

Charles Xavier - Gryffindor

Logan Howlett - Slytherin

Jean Grey - Slytherin

Erik Lehnsherr - Slytherin

Storm - Gryffindor

Kurt Wagner - Hufflepuff

Rogue - Gryffindor or Slytherin

Bates motel:

Alex Romero - Gryffindor

Norma Bates - Hufflepuff

Norman Bates - Slytherin

Dylan Massett - Gryffindor

Emma Decody - Ravenclaw

Chick Hogan - Slytherin

Supernatural:

Dean winchester - Gryffindor

Sam Winchester - Ravenclaw

Castiel - Hufflepuff

Charlie Bradbury - Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff

Bobby Singer - Ravenclaw

Jack Kline - Hufflepuff

Lucifer - Slytherin

Gabriel - Gryffindor

Jody Mills - Ravenclaw

Clair Novak - Slytherin

Ghostbusters:

Egon Spengler - Ravenclaw

Peter Venkman - Gryffindor

Ray Stantz - Hufflepuff

Winston Zeddemore - Gryffindor

Bones:

Seeley Booth - Gryffindor

Jack Hodgins - Ravenclaw

Temperance Brennan - Ravenclaw

Lance Sweets - Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff

James Aubrey - Hufflepuff

Zack Addy - Hufflepuff

Angela Montenegro - Gryffindor

Caroline Julian - Gryffindor

Camille Saroyan - Slytherin

Arastoo Vaziri - Ravenclaw

Vincent Nigel-Murray - Hufflepuff

Finn Abernathy - Gryffindor

Colin Fisher - Slytherin

Wendell Bray - Ravenclaw

Daisy wick she shall not be named here - askaban

Once upon a time in... Hollywood

Cliff Booth - Gryffindor

Rick Dalton - Hufflepuff

Sharon Tate - Hufflepuff

The Outsiders:

Sodapop Curtis - Hufflepuff

Ponyboy Curtis - Ravenclaw

Darry Curtis - Gryffindor

Dally Winston - Slytherin

Steve Randle - Hufflepuff

Johnny Cade - Hufflepuff

Two-bit Mathews - Gryffindor

Twilight:

Carlisle Cullen - Ravenclaw

Esme cullen - Hufflepuff

Edward Cullen - Ravenclaw

Emmett Cullen - Gryffindor

Rosalie Hale - Slytherin

Alice Cullen - Hufflepuff

Jasper Hale - Gryffindor

Eleazar Denali - Ravenclaw

Carmen Denali - Gryffindor

Tayna Denali - Hufflepuff

Kate Denali - Gryffindor

Irina Denali - Sylthrin

Garrett - Sylthrin or Gryffindor

Benjamin - Hufflepuff

The Great Gastby:

Jay Gastby - Hufflepuff

Nick Carway - Gryffindor

Jordan Baker - Ravenclaw

Dasiy Buchanan - Hufflepuff

Tom Buchanan - Askaban

Once upon a time:

David Nolan - Gryffindor

Snow white - Hufflepuff

Robin Hood - Gryffindor

Killian Jones - Slytherin

Emma Swan - Gryffindor

Regina Mills - Slytherin

Henry Mills - Ravenclaw

Mr. Gold - Askaban

Belle French - Ravenclaw

Ruby - Gryffindor

August Booth - Ravenclaw

Archie Hopper - Hufflepuff

Elvis Presley's movie characters:

Vince Everett - Gryffindor

Chadwick Gates - Ravenclaw

Clint Reno - Hufflepuff

Steve Grayson - Ravenclaw

Ross Carpenter - Hufflepuff

ER:

Doug Ross - Gryffindor

Mark Greene - Ravenclaw

Susan Lewis - Hufflepuff

Peter Benton - Slytherin

John Carter - Hufflepuff

Ocean's 11:

Danny Ocean - Gryffindor

Rusty Ryan - Slytherin

Linus Caldwell - Hufflepuff

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writing-rat · 1 year ago

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ALL NSFW ALPHABET MASTERLIST

WEDNESDAY

Enid Sinclair

Wednesday Addams

Bianca Barclay

Yoko Tanaka

Divina

Ajax Petropolus

Larissa Weems

Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates

Morticia Addams

Gomez Addams

SCREAM

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Quinn Kirsch

Bailey Kirsch

Jill

Kirby Reed

Chad Martin-Meeks

Sidney

Gale Weathers

Randy

Amber

Danny

HEATHERS

Heather Chandler

Heather Duke

Heather McNamara

Veronica Sawyer

STRANGER THINGS

Robin

Nancy

Steve

Eddie

Hopper

Joyce

Karen

THE FALLOUT

Vada

Mia

Lorraine

Maxine

Bobby-Lynne

AMERICAN CARNAGE

Camila Montes

EVIL DEAD RISE

Danny

Beth

BEETLEJUICE

Lydia Deetz

FAMILY SWITCH

CC Walker

MILLER’S GIRL

Cairo

FINESTKIND

Mabel

ABIGAIL

Joey

Sammy

Dean

Peter

Frank

Rickles

Lazaar

#ratboy writing #ratboy writes

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canonrpfinder · 1 year ago

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hi there! i use they/them pronouns. 25+ rp writer looking for 21+ discord rp writers. i am very friendly and i promise i don't bite. i write in english but i welcome anyone who is using online rp to practice their english. most of my writing will be 3+ paragraphs in length. i have only listed my preferred muses and comfort ships.

dm or like this post and i will get back to you.

(note: my ships will not be heavily based in smut or lewd - content will remain sensitive to the canon ages of each character listed)

doctor who: