#iris x whoever you want

[kinciskarma]

@girlgvn liked for a closed holiday based starter

"I'm sorry you got snowed in here. I know it isn't the best way to celebrate the holidays... but I'm sure we can spruce this place up a bit, somehow... don't you think?"

[psychesalcove]

„ we both like apple cider, but your breath is smellin' like fruit punch

𝜗𝜚 jason grace x daughter of poseidon

+ platonic percy jackson x sister reader

synopsis ; you and jason had just started dating. neither of you were ecstatic about telling your brother, percy, about your relationship. so, you did the most reasonable thing two demigods could think of;try to pretend your just friends around him.

⚠️ ; reader is a tad dramatic ab how protective percy is, percy being a good older brother, not proofread, iris camper gets targeted bc i didnt know who else to put 😭, piper n jason didn't date in this fic, reader was kinda a bitch to percy (not in the end tho!!), don't go much into how reader n jason pretend to just be friends, reader is a tad out of tune with her emotions, mainly reader and percy centered, kissing, percy being incapable of doing his laundry, percy being a drama queen twords the end

requested ; yes, by anon !!

jason and you had only been dating for around two weeks. and it was rough. not being with jason, no, that was amazing. you had been crushing on him as soon as he arrived at camp with leo and piper. you had never been happier for your relationship change with him.

percy was the problem. you loved your half brother, you really did. but he has a tendency to be a bit overprotective of you and tyson. most times, you don't mind at all. it means the ares cabin tries to pick fights with you less, the hermes cabin doesn't target you as much, etc.

but, percy and you dating don't go together very well. you had only dated one other camper, a child of iris, before you both decided you would work better as friends after a couple months.

percy had been there for those months, and he was not a happy camper. he consistently hovered over you and the child of iris, never letting the two of you be together by yourself, let alone in your cabin. he got better the longer you stayed together, but the underlying protective side of him was always present.

which is why you're trying to hide your relationship with jason from percy. you know percy means well, but you learned he can be a bit suffocating at times. even though jason and percy were friends, you know he'll still get protective.

so, both you and jason had mutually agreed to try to keep your relationship a secret from percy until you felt comfortable enough to tell him.

༉‧₊˚.

"so when do you think he'll catch on?" piper asked you as she laid down besides you on her bed. you were having a sleepover in the aphrodite cabin, piper wanting to share the latest gossip with you as usual.

"hopefully after we tell him," you chuckled, flipping through the pages of a vouge magazine you found on the floor. "i know percy isn't dumb, but i'm hoping that with us not being all lovey dovey with eachother in front of him pays off."

piper nodded her head. "yknow he might not mind you dating jason as much as that iris kid you dated a while back. i mean, the two are pretty good friends with eachother," hehe said as she scooted closer to you to view the magazine.

you sighed lightly. "i guess, i just don't really know," you said. "i don't want percy and jason to not be friends just because percy doesn't agree with me dating," you countied, looking at piper for advice.

"babes, i don't think percy doesn't agree with you dating. he just wants what's best for you, so he has high expectations for whoever you date." she mused, giving you the advice you were seeking for, even if it was going against what you had said.

"and, that iris kid was not cute; i can see why percy didn't want you dating them." drew added as she walked by the two of you.

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it was a couple days after your sleepover with piper, and you were laying in your bed in your dad's cabin. you had thought over pipers (and drew's light commentary) words and realized that you were being a bit dramatic for how percy acted.

it was natural for him to be protective over you, just as you were of him. thinking about it, you would have been weary of annabeth if you were at camp before they started dating. and, drew was right. that camper you dated before was not the cutest, and also wasn't the best partner.

which percy had probably picked up on; which explains why he was so weird with you dating them. suddenly, the idea of telling percy that jason and you were dating didn't seem that bad, now having reasons for percys past behavior.

him and jason were friends, i mean they did go on a world saving quest not long ago, and they seemed to get along just fine together. (minus when they fought over a chair, piper told you that as soon as she could).

and, percy was probably really confused now thinking about it. both you and jason had tried to spend as little time as you could with him since you started dating; worried that one of you would slip up and accidentally tell him. whenever you saw percy, you tried to walk the other direction, and anytime he said something to you or tried to hang out with you, you made an excuse of being too busy.

you were brought out of your train of thought as the door opened to the cabin, percy walking in. he looked like he just got done with training and taking a shower. his hair still looked slightly damp, and he wore his orange chb shirt with his cargo jean shorts.

it seemed that he didn't notice you at first, lightly humming a tune while walking over to his bed. he started folding the pile of clothing that was on his bed, and that had been for about a week now.

you lightly coughed to alert him of your presence in the cabin, causing him to pause in his humming and turn around.

"hey, you." he said. "you tryin' to avoid me in here? yknow it isn't as affective because it's also my cabin," he tried to joke, but it just fell flat. you sighed lightly, sitting up on your bed and making eye contact with percy.

"i've been a bitch to you," you stated. his eyes widened and he laughed at your statement. you rolled your eyes in response. "i own up to how i've been acting and you laugh?" you said with an annoyed tone of voice.

percy quickly shuts up and sits on his pile of clothing bed and mirrors your position. "i wasn't laughing at you, i was just surprised that you said that instead of something else." he defended, smiling over at you. "have anything else to say?" he asked.

"me and jason are dating."

"i know."

you stared at him in surprise. "you know?" you asked with genuine question in your voice.

percy chuckled. "yeah, i do. pretty easy to tell when both of you start avoiding me and i see you two sucking eachothers lips off behind the zues cabin." he mused, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"and, you don't care?" you asked, still in shock with the information percy had just given you.

"why would i?" he said. "i mean, i know jasons good for you, i've seen it with my own eyes. he's a good person, has good morals, knows how to treat a girl right, i mean he might've been raised by a wolf but that guy is good." he says, getting up and taking a seat on your bed next to you.

he wrapped one of his arms around you and brought you closer to him. "i love ya kid, and i only want what's best for you. and jasons exactly that." percy said as you leaned into his embrace.

"but i also want you to know that if i do find jason n you making out again, the zues cabin might become flooded. just a warning in advance," he joked, but you wouldn't be surprised if that was a true statement.

you only hummed in response, bringing an arm to wrap around percy. "sorry i was such an asshole, i just wasn't expecting you to be okay with it," you said in a timid voice, not used to being so truthful with percy about these topics.

"apologie accepted," he said. "but, if you date another person like that iris kid, i'm gonna be the bitch, deal?" He asked, pulling away from the embrace and holding up his pinky finger, wiggling it lightly when you didn't move.

you rolled your eyes, but brought your pinky up to his.

"deal."

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it was friday night, which meant campfire night. after your conversation with percy, you had gone to the zues cabin to explain to jason your talk with percy. jason was more than happy that percy was okay with the two of you. (he would never tell you but he might have jumped around his cabin and im'd thalia as soon as he could to tell her).

jason and you sat at the camp fire, with the rest of the seven. even if you weren't apart of the prophecy, you still became friends with all of them; they like to refer to you as the hoary member of the seven.

jasons arm was wrapped around your shoulder, brining you to lean into his side as you both stared into the fire. one of the apollo kids was playing a song you didn't recognize, but it didn't really matter.

you were surrounded by people who you loved and who loved you back just as much: the main ones being jason and percy. both of them held special places in your heart. jason was your love, the part of you that you were always missing. percy was your sibling, even if only half, and was your partner in crime.

you saw jason make a quick glance in the direction that percy was in out of the corner of your eye. jason moved the two of you so both of you were face to face. he smiled softly at you and you returned the gesture. you saw jason take a quick glance down at your lips, and you got the cue. both of you leaned into eachother, lips softly connecting with one another.

it wasn't your first kiss with jason, but it felt like it. not feeling like it inexperienced and neither of you knew what you were doing. it felt like the first kiss because it was the first one that was happening with your relationship being out in the open.

all of camp had caught onto the fact that jason and you were dating pretty fast, as the two of you could be seen everywhere together: holding hands, kissing eachothers cheek and hands, and jason walking you to your cabin at the end of everyday.

with the warm fire and light storms of gutair in the background, it felt like you finally found exactly where you were supposed to be. you silently sent aphrodite a prayer in your head as you felt jason bring a hand up to your cheek to deepen the kiss.

both of you pulled away slowly, needing to breath for a moment. jason looked at you with such adoration in his eyes, showing nothing but his pure love for you in the moment. both of you smiled softly at eachother, jason bringing you closer so your foreheads could rest against one another.

as the song came to an end, a loud dramatic gasp was heard to the left of you.

"JASON MY LOVE HOW COULD YOU HAVE DONE THIS TO ME?" a voice, that you emideantaly recognized as percy, said. "I THOUGHT WE HAD A LOVE NOONE COULD EVER REPLACE," he countined as both you and jason rolled your eyes, pulling away from eachother.

percy approached the two of you as another song began, "jason, bud, on a serious note, you better treat her right okay? she only deserves the best and i'm expecting you to give that to her," he said in probably the most serious tone of voice you've ever heard.

as you watched jason give a salute to percy, piper and leo gave you a thumps up from behind jasons form.

[withleeknow]

somewhere only we know.

pairing: ot8 x reader (ot8 in the sense that there's no name mentioned so you can imagine whoever you want) genre/warnings: established relationship, (tooth-rotting??) fluff, half a second of angst if you squint; this is pretty self-indulgent and also i just randomly wanted to write it this way. kinda similar to this but not really word count: 0.6k note: again, imagine whoever you want! mimo is on the cover just for illustrative purposes and also he's my guy so what did you expect from me lol

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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the waterfront on the tail end of a sunset walk. your hand tightly intertwined with his. sharing strawberry tanghulu and tasting the fruity sweetness on each other's lips. neighborhood children rushing by in a hurry to make it home for dinner. 7:12pm, his jacket around your shoulders to keep you warm as dark blue begins its descent for the evening. the wind and her gentle kisses upon your hair. you stop to take a picture of the sunset but he stops to take a picture of you. a rose-colored blush when he tells you you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. love, love, love. him, the stars shining in his eyes before they have to come out and paint the sky. mismatched footsteps and twin smiles.

the middle of your apartment's entryway, not even making it into the living room. your arms around his neck, his hands on your waist and in your hair. a long trip coming to a stop, a big suitcase abandoned by the door. the scent of his familiar cologne that you've yearned to touch for weeks now. 1:19am, wide awake. somewhere in the world, iris by goo goo dolls is playing on repeat. i missed you's and i love you's and fresh tears. feeling like you could hold him like this for hours until the darkness outside falls away. no more facetiming with seas of distance between you. chests pressed tightly together, no space, all love. sweet nothings whispered right next to your ear. home is where the heart is, and your heart is home.

the park five minutes away from his parents' house. your head on his chest, both of you on a large picnic blanket laid out on green, green grass. his heartbeat under your palm, your mind somewhere up there among the clouds. sleepy and lax under the influence of the sun. 3:29pm, an iced matcha latte and a slice of lemon cheesecake sound absolutely divine right about now. there's an urge to voice that thought, but you know neither of you can be bothered to move. his lips pressed against your forehead, then a tender "i could stay like this forever."

the convenience store just around the corner. a spontaneous snack run in the middle of the night because you were craving sweets. empty streets but your hearts are full. the cashier's ringtone is a song that you both hate. 12:22am, no worries in your head. tomorrow is still the weekend. banana milks and chocolate ice cream. he falls for you all over again when you aren't looking, and tells you "nothing," with a coy smile when you ask why he's staring. time works differently at night, almost like it doesn't seem to pass at all. there's no logical explanation to why you feel like you're on top of the world at midnight in sweatpants; maybe it's just being with him, maybe it's just being in love.

your favorite bar on a rainy evening. the argument was stupid, but it was heated enough for you to storm out. only red on your mind; forgotten weather forecasts and forgotten umbrellas. stubborn and angry and alone. the fight was your fault anyway. 8:18pm, a bottle of soju for company. ignoring his calls and texts when your phone lights up with his name. heavy raindrops loud enough to hear from inside your shelter, heavier heart. the way his face fell when you said what you didn't mean. why did you say that? forty five minutes and the bottle is almost empty. far too tipsy to pay attention to the chime of the bell by the door, but sober enough to recognize his presence when he sits down next to you. his rain-dampened hair and your fragile, wounded pride. the apologies are quiet, uttered into the space between the two of you, only for his ears. forgiveness in the form of gentle fingers holding your own. "it's getting cold," he says. "let's go home."

all rights reserved © withleeknow. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 16.05.2024]

[boydepartment]

@ iluvmygf- nishimura riki x fem! reader: ch 9

description: nishimura riki is a headache to his managers. as much as he loves being an idol and as much as he loves that he gets the freedom to travel. he hates that he can’t show you off. publicly… as himself… so he makes a twitter account called @ iluvmygf at first not a lot of people follow it. it goes unnoticed, for a few weeks. until it doesn’t. his account about you goes viral… and people are nosy as to who loves their gf so much to constantly post about her.

genre: romcom, crack, humor, something fun and lighthearted like a hallmark movie. it’s also set from november-february bc i said so and i want a christmas ark 😋🫶 this is an smau

warnings: cursing, most likely crude humor, probably kms jokes

TEXT + SOCIAL MEDIA CHAPTER

kms joke this chapter

“PLS COME OVER”

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a/n: we only have a couple more chapters left :(also whoever is praying on my downfall and wants me to actually kayemmess you suck youre winning rn

[southtopaz]

PSYCHO KILLER - SCREAM

Summary: in which Iris Morris has to navigate her personal relationships while surviving a psycho.

Warnings: Fem!reader, angst, mention of blood, violence, swearing, death, Amber freeman x Fem reader, Tara Carpenter x Fem reader, multiple parts

Word count: +5k

A/n: the story will follow the events of Scream 5 and 6. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical mistake. Also I use Alycia Debnam Carey as Iris face claim but you all can use whoever you might like.

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

"Welcome to act three"

Iris watched as her girlfriend shot Liv in the head while smirking. She pointed the gun at Sam and just as her finger pulled the trigger, Iris didn't think twice before slamming her body against hers pushing her into the wall. The bullet ended up hitting the ceiling as she shouted for Sam and Tara to run.

Amber tried to point her gun once again at Tara but Iris was clinging into her arm making her unable to use it.

"Don't make me hurt you" Amber grunted in rage as they struggled with each other. Iris tried to get the gun from her but Amber suddenly squeezes the wound on her thigh, making Iris scream in pain and let go of her.

Suddenly she felt something dig into her stomach. She hitched a breath as she looked down and saw Amber's hand holding the handle of a knife. She could feel the blade twisting in her insides as they locked eyes.

"You just fucking stabbed me". She choked out, her eyes fired in betrayal. The girl who had been nothing but sweet to her, the girl who always made sure they didn't leave each other without saying I love you, the girl who cooked her favorite meals. That girl was also the same one who was stabbing her right now.

"You left me no choice baby. I don't want to hurt you but I can't let you ruin everything". She pressed one of her hands on her cheek as she listened to Iris's sobs. "Don't cry baby, everything is going to be okay. Just don't get involved".

"It was you". She breathed out in pain. "At the hospital, you attacked us, you are the one who hurt me".

"You weren't supposed to be there". Amber gaze sombered. "But of course you had to be there with Tara. I had to slowed you down somehow". She took out the knife out of her body and Iris let out a scream of pain as she tried to support herself with the wall.

"She's your best friend".

"She needs to die".

"You're insane". Iris whispered hatefully at her now clearly ex girlfriend. "I won't let you touch her".

Amber had a new wave of rage engulfed her and she growled as she stepped forward and stabbed her once again.

"Stop pissing me off, don't talk about her". Amber pulled the knife out of her stomach once again and then rested it on Iris's cheek as she gently whispered. "Can't you realize I'm doing all of this for us? So that we can be together forever".

Iris didn't answer as she doubled up in pain and she slowly fell to the ground.

"You're mine". Amber looked at her. "No one is going to take you away from me, not her nor anyone".

"I hate you".

Amber looked at her sadly. "You'll learn to forgive me". She left her there and Iris couldn't do anything but pass out while looking at Mindy's and Liv's bodies.

A few moments later, she woke up dizzy from the blood loss and she tried to straighten up using the wall for support. She got on her knees and saw Sam's jacket lying in the ground. She crawled to it and once she took it, she wrapped it tightly around her stomach to stop the blood from spilling. She heard shouting coming from the hall and she thought she recognized Sidney and Sam's voice. She hurried up in the best way she could but before going there she grabbed an umbrella she saw resting beside the chimney. It will have to work for now.

"Shoot him". She heard Sidney's voice.

She approached the door just in time to see Richie getting close to Sam. "Thank god you're okay, cause I really... really wanted to be the one to kill you". And then stabbed her in the side while Richie held her up with his other hand. Sam stared up at him in horror just like she had stared at Amber moments prior. He twisted the knife inside Sam as she screamed in pain, Sidney tried to move towards him but he pointed a gun she didn't see him holding at her. "Sit the fuck down".

Before he could hurt any of them once again, Iris came out of hiding using the umbrella to hit Richie in the head repeteadly. He let go of Sam as he fell to the floor but it wasn't enough to seriously hurt him as he threw a kick at her that hit directly at her stomach and she fell backwards with him pointing his gun at her.

"You know Iris, you keep annoying me".

"I fucking knew it was you, you bitch". He stood up and kick her once again just to smile once he saw her doubled up on pain.

"You were right and yet you still failed". He was going to kick her again when Amber swiftly took her mask off and locked eyes with her.

Just as Richie put the gun threathreadly into her forehead, Amber spoke up. "That's enough Richie, we have other things to worry about".

"You see the only reason I haven't already stab you to death is because Amber put you off limits". He looked her up and down. "Seeing the state you are though, seems like she did the damage herself".

She spat at him and he fell backwards in disgust. "Fuck you".

He wiped her spit and gave the gun to Amber as she raised it at Sidney. Iris watched with tear-filled eyes as Richie pulled Tara's inhaler from his pocket, displaying it for Sam with a look of satisfaction. "I can't believe this worked," he said, tossing it behind him as he smirked smugly. "I know. It's a bummer it had to be me"

Richie then pulled out a voice changer from his other pocket, laughing manically. "But it was really the best choice for the movie."

"This isn't a fucking movie!" Sam retorted, wincing with pain from the stab wound and the betrayal.

"No, but it will be". Richie replied coldly, as he turned to Amber. "That's the point, right Amber?".

"Right Richie. Third Act bloodbath, check! Killers revealed, check! Time for the big finale!" Amber chuckled with delight as she strengthened her grip on Sidney's hair.

Iris couldn't believe this side of Amber was the real Amber she never got to meet. This psychopath killing machine. "You won't get away with this".

"I told you to not get involved baby".

"Don't fucking call me baby you psycho".

Amber chisted her teeth as she motioned to Richie to get a hold on Sam. "Now that's not the way to talk to your girlfriend". She tilted her head. "Let's get them to the kitchen".

"Stand up and walk". Amber turned to Iris as she spoke while she kept her gun pointed at Sidney, motioning for her to walk slowly while keeping a tight grip in her hair.

"Or what? You won't kill me Amber".

"No but I'll kill everyone else in front of you".

Iris slowly started walking towards the kitchen while she felt Amber shouting at Sidney to move. She needed to think of a plan and she needed it now.

"Someone has to save the franchise," Richie began, as he and Sam entered the kitchen, following Iris, Sidney and Amber. The ghostface girl had thrown the older woman to the floor near the end of the cupboard, with Sam on the other side. "The truth is, no one has made a great Stab movie since the first one."

Amber roughly grabbed Iris's shoulder and pushed her beside Sidney to keep her in check. She bounced up and down with excitement, her eyes locked into Iris, not liking the way the girl was looking at her.

"Cmon baby don't look at me like that, I'm also doing it for you, I told you". She tried to get closer while holding her knife.

"How the fuck would this be for me? You became the exact person who took my sister away from me".

"This people, they are not good for you, they don't get you like I do". She softly spoke to her as if trying to convince her. "We can become the final girls of this movie, we will be famous and rich, just you and me. No one to hold you back to this fucking city, especially not your stupid mother”.

"Then you should just kill me cause I would never be your final girl". Iris growled under her breath. “Don’t you ever insult my mother again bitch”

Amber slammed her knife into the table with such force that made Iris jumped. "You don't know what you're saying dear". She was shaking with barely contained rage.

"Hey, Amber, you want to go get the very ex-Mrs. Riley?" Richie asked her in order to distract her from her conversation with Iris just as he pointed his knife at Sam.

"Yeah I do" Amber said smiling as she hands him the gun, she was previously pointing at Sidney.

Once Amber left, Iris felt more blood spilling out from her as it seemed the jacket torniquete didn't work anymore. She gripped tightly into the kitchen table and tried to steady herself. Sidney beside her made a move to check on her while trying to take a knife before Richie started shouting.

""Hey! Whoa..whoa." Richie yelled making her step back as he approached her. "Sidney Prescott. You know...I’m a really big fan." Richie said with a grin.

"Go fuck yourself" Sidney scoffed at him.

"You see the last stab movie?" He questioned as if any of them gave a shit about those movies.

"Not really a fan of scary movies." Sidney replied.

"That checks out. Anyway, it sucked balls. Because nobody takes the true fans seriously. Not really. They just laugh at us, and why? Because we love something? We’re e just a fucking joke to them. How can fandom be toxic? It's about love! They don't fucking understand that these movies are important to people." He yelled into Sidney's face as he took the opportunity to raise his gun at Iris. He truly hated her ass.

"Cool motive, still murder you fucker".

"Richie..." Sam pleaded from her spot holding into her stomach.

"We're gonna help them! Hollywood's totally fucking out of ideas, so we decided we'd give them some new source material to follow. You know, bring it back to basics. Because that's how you make a great stab movie, Sam." Richie now turned his gun to Sam while looking at her with a dark crazy gaze. "Based on actual events".

"I don't know who needs to hear this but no one gives a shit about your stupid movies Richie". Iris shouted in his face.

Amber reappeared with an injured Gale, now forcefully placing her into a seat by the other counter.

"Gale!" Sidney called out to her. Amber now stood in front of the woman mimicking some stabbing motion.

"You did all this just to make me the hero of your fucked-up movie?" Sam's nostrils flared outwards as she snapped at Richie.

"Sweetie, you're not the hero." He said while prolonging eye contact with his girlfriend as he rested his gun underneath Sam's chin. "You're the villain. The daughter of Billy Loomis who sees fucked-up visions of her dead dad? Sidney Prescott killed your father. You did all this just to get her back to Woodsboro".

"You know the biggest problem with stab movies is? There's no Michael Myers or Jason Voorhees. No bad guys coming back. But the illegitimate daughter of the original mastermind? Now that's a fucking villain" Amber intervined smiling excitedly at Sidney as she explained their plan.

"How did you know?" Sam questioned.

"About your father?" Amber laughed loudly. "I mean, it's a small town and your mom's a drunk! I met Richie on the Stab subreddit. I've been obsessed ever since my parents bought this house. We realized pretty quickly we had similar ideas."

"Wasn't that hard for me to find you in Modesto" Richie got close to Sam. "It wasn't that hard for me to fuck you, either. But I guess being a sexually available woman is supposed to be empowering these days."

"Fuck you!" The woman snapped back.

"Well, now you're just quoting the original," Richie chuckled.

"But it wouldn't work with just you, Sam," Amber smiled mischievously, turning to look at Sidney. "See, we had to bring the legacy characters back to make it matter. Can't have a bona fide Halloween without Jamie Lee".

While Amber and Richie did their monologue, they seemed to forget about her as they were too excited with their schemes. She had the time to take notice of a knife laying in the table under some red cup.

"Dewey had to die to make it real. To show that this wasn't just some bullshit, cash-in, run-of-the-mill sequel. Because our movie has fucking stakes! 'Cause anyone can die in a requel". Amber continued talking and Iris silently motioned Sidney to grab the knife as she nodded in acknowledgment. The woman lunged for the knife that was lying on the table, but Amber was too fast and she sunk her knife into Sidney's stomach in a quick motion.

Iris let out a scream and she tried to move forward but Amber grabbed a hold of her hair and pushed her to the floor. Gale fell off her chair as she watched Sidney getting stabbed and Richie was now pointing his gun at Sam once again when he saw her making a move towards the other three women.

"Sit the fuck down!"

"I'm so sorry, Sid". Richie teased as he crouched down to her. "We can't let you live, either. I mean, surviving this many times... that would just be ridiculous. This time the fans are gonna be the ones who win. That about cover it?"

"Nailed it, Richie."

"Get Tara out of the closet. We got to start staging the bodies!"

"If they move kill them, don't wait for me". Amber informed his accomplice before she left the room. "Except for Iris don't touch her".

"If she doesn't cooperate?".

Amber turned her gaze at her. "We'll make her". She winked at the girl and left the room in an excited stride.

The moment Amber left the room, Sam moved to Iris in order to press harder into her wound. She saw the girl looking paler every second they keep wasting and losing her balance. She wasn't going to let her pass out.

"You need to hold on, okay?". Sam whispered, they could both hear Gale words of encouragement towards Sidney.

"We're gonna die, Sam. I'm sorry".

"Don't apologize, you have nothing to do with this".

"Look at Amber, she's insane. I should've known fuck I'm so sorry". Iris silently cried out in fear. "I'm the reason she hurt Tara".

"You really should've listened to Dewey," Richie laughed to himself. "He nailed it in one! Dude, look at the love interests! Are you fucking stupid?" He turned his head at Sam. "I even had you convinced it could be your sister."

"Even you Iris, always thinking you're smarter than everyone else. You didn't even realize you were sleeping with the enemy". He got close to them as he raised his gun at her.

"Amber said you can't kill me".

"No, but I can still hurt you". He kicked her in her side, making her twist in agony. Sam tried to lunge forward at him but he was faster and threatened her with his gun, forcing her to go back to her place.

"Um... She's not here!" Amber's voice called distantly from somewhere in the house. Iris's heart flutter at the thought of Tara being safe.

"The fuck you mean, she's not here?" Richie nervously flickered his gaze.

"I untied her," Sam admitted, enjoying the look on Richie's face. "Guess you're not as persuasive as you thought." Iris started laughing, coughing from the pain in her abdomen, which only made her laugh harder. Maybe she was going insane.

Richie aimed the gun at her but jumped when the telephone next to him rang, its high-pitched tone echoing through the house.

"That's for you". Sam told him.

"Yeah, like your gimpy little sister's gonna make a difference. She's our fucking pincushion at this point." He grew more agitated the more his plan seemed to waver. "Amber! Fan out. She couldn't have gotten far."

"I can't find he..." Amber's voice was abruptly silenced by the sound of her scream. Sam and Iris looked at each other preparing themselves to attack. Maybe it was the adrenaline, the hope that maybe they could survive this or maybe she was just insane but suddenly she didn't feel any pain.

"Amber?" Richie called out to her losing his concentration. Both Sam and Iris took advantage of the distraction, lunging at Richie as he headed toward Amber's cries. Sam pushed his arm upward, firing a bullet into the ceiling as they fought over the gun in his hands.

The three of them fell as Sam slammed Richie's hand into the floor to try to get him to let go of the gun as another bullet was fired. Iris took advantage of the momentum and straddled Richie's hips to punch him over and over again in the face. Richie used his knee to kick her in the stomach to push her off him. Just as he was standing up, Sam bit him in his injured arm, making him scream in agony.

"Go look for Tara, I got him".

Iris rushed as fast as she could to the other room and found Tara hitting Amber with one of her crutches. Amber hit her in her broken leg making Tara fall from the pain and she quickly moved towards her and slammed her head to the wall.

Iris moved and tackled Amber making both of them fall into the floor.

In the dimly lit room, the two of them clashed with fierce intensity. Iris tried to gain the upper hand, her muscles straining as she tried to pin Amber down. The room echoed with the sounds of grunts and thuds as they fought, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Amber put her thumb in her stab wound making Iris weakened her grip on Amber's body. The girl spun them around and now Amber was on top.

"Stop fighting me you bitch".

"Amber you need to stop, you'll die" Iris tried to make her reason.

"Too late to back down now baby, join us please I don't want to hurt you". Amber put her hands around her throat choking her slightly as she tried to overpower Iris.

"So you can go and kill them all? So you can go and kill Tara?".

"God you are choosing her? After everything?". Amber threw a punch to her face, leaving Iris's head spinning in pain. She could taste the metalllic taste of blood in her tongue, she's pretty sure her nose is broken. "I thought taking that stupid letter and writing that text would've been enough to separate you two but it seems I have to kill her for you to stop caring".

"You fucking bitch". Tara was back on her feet, and swinged her crutch at Amber's head again.

Amber yelled out in pain, but she was quick to turn around and grabbed Tara's shoulder throwing her over the couch. Tara's head hit the one of the tables and she felt unconscious.

"Sam! Where you going!?" Richie's voice echoed through the house "Your big scene's coming up!"

Amber took a last look at her and walked back into the kitchen, before being dragged down to the floor by Sidney.

Iris crawled her way back to Tara and once she saw her still breathing, she stood up with the last of her efforts and moved towards the kitchen.

Amber screamed as she slipped, the gun in her hands clattering to the floor as she scurried to her feet and grabbed the knife on the counter aiming at Sidney's head taking the woman by surprise.

Iris in her panicked state did the only thing she could think of. Distraction.

"NO Amber no I love you, don't do it". Iris tried to distract her. Amber lowered her knife and turned to look at her with a hopeful smile mixing with her maniac face.

"You do?".

"NOW". Iris shouted as Sidney lunged forward and made Amber lose her grip in the knife as they sent her towards the kitchen counter.

Sidney grabbed a glass bottle of hand sanitizer from the kitchen countertop, drew her arm back, and smashed it against Amber's face.

"Fucking hand sanitizer?". Amber shrieked, blinded as she frantically clawed at the liquid stinging her eyes. Gale and Sidney seized her, forcefully hurling her over the counter.

"No, no, no, it's not my fault!" Amber yelled, her voice and facial expressions now changing to the Amber she had know for years. It almost hurt her seeing her like this. Almost . "It's not my fault!"

"Let me guess, the movies made you do it?" Sidney rolled her eyes tiredly, this is definitely not the first time she heard this.

"No, it was the message boards! I was radicalised!"

"By movie fans?"

"Yes, they're so mad! Please, it's not my fault, I'm just a dumb kid!" Amber begged, she raised her arms in a pleading manner as she looked at them. "I wanted to be a part of something!"

"You have to believe me Iris, you know me" She continued pleading.

"A part of something?!" Gale shouted, her anger escalating as Amber struggled to pull herself together. "You killed my best friend!"

"Yeah". Amber replied, her psychotic grin making a come back. "And he died like a pussy!"

Gale struck her in the face with a blow, and Amber grabbed her shoulders to threw them both across the room in a fit of rage. She shoved her fist into Gale's gunshot wound, making the older woman cry in pain.

Iris moved to attack, slamming into Amber and clawing at the woman to release her from Gale. She tried to wrap her arms around her neck to try and stop from attacking anyone else.

Amber shrugged Iris off by punching into her thigh and making her stumble into the floor.

Iris let out a muffled cry of pain as she knelt over the ground, the blood pooling out of her again and pressing a hand against the wound on her stomach as Amber turned around to look at Gale on the ground.

"I was the last thing Dewey saw before he died too. I can't believe I get to do you both!" Amber chuckled with delight. "No last-minute saves this time. Your story's over! Time to pass the torch!"

Gale took one look at Iris surprised she was still trying to fight before turning back to Amber and reaching up to press on her shoulders. "It's all yours, bitch!"

She head butted Amber so strongly that it sent her tumbling backwards towards Iris. The girl stuck out her foot in purpose, making the girl trip over it, sending her tumbling into the stove and accidentally switching the gas on in the process, erupting the kitchen stove in flames.

Sidney and Gale both rushed to help the girl stand up and they all walked over to Amber's defeated figure.

"You want to do the honors?" Gale asked Sidney.

Sidney shook her head. "This one's yours."

"No no don't shoot me please". Amber shouted while trying to placate the fire in her body. "Iris baby, aren't you forgetting something?".

A rage washed over the younger girl, remembering the game they used to play to say I love you to each other but now it just didn't hit the same. A cruel smile was plastered on Iris's face as Amber locked eyes with her for the last time. "No, I'm not forgetting anything".

She turned to Gale, who was waiting for her permission. "Kill the bitch".

Gale shot her three times in the chest making her fall backwards and since the girl's body remained covered with hand sanitizer, once she fell face first into the stove, she set herself on fire. With a final thud, Amber collapsed to the floor, leaving the other three people in the room stunned.

"Enjoy that torch". Sidney muttered.

Iris stumbled forward and had to lean on Gale as Sidney rushed to her side once more.

"You need to sit Iris". She tried helping the girl but Iris refused the help.

"I'll sit when Tara and Sam are okay". The other two women looked at each other before they each wrapped an arm around her to help her walk towards the living room. Once she saw Tara slowly waking up, she distangled herself from the women and crouched down to her.

"Thank god you're okay". Iris whispered as she rested her hand on Tara's right cheek.

"How am I still alive?". Tara muttered in confusion.

"God if I knew, I think you might be the fucking terminator". They shared a painful laugh. "Amber's dead".

"I'm sorry".

"I'm not, I hope she rots in hell". Iris saw Amber's gun lying beside Tara and grabbed it without ever thinking. She then helped the girl stand up and the four women made their way towards the sounds of fighting. It seemed like Sam was finishing Richie off.

They found the girl cleaning a knife off with Richie's dead body at her feet.

"Careful, they always come back," Sidney muttered once she saw Sam coated in his blood.

She grabbed the gun from Sidney as she turned to face them, then shot Richie three times in the body, including once in the head just to make sure.

"Well damn".

A moment of stillness fell upon them all, and then the women spun around in response to a high-pitched scream coming from behind them. Amber was running towards them with her face completely burnt with her skin melting off. She charged towards Tara when Iris pulled out the gun she kept hidden and shot her straight in the head, finally silencing the girl forever.

"You were a shitty girlfriend anyway". After she pulled the trigger, she fell unconscious.

The paramedics carefully maneuvered Iris into a stretcher through the narrow corridor.

Iris, who was pale but now conscious, was gently secured and her wounds were now attended.

As she was being rushed into the ambulance, she saw Chad and Mindy in the same situation as her. Chad had a mask of oxygen over his face as he gave her a thumbs up while being loaded up into his ambulance. Mindy's stretcher was placed right beside her and the girl had a huge bandage over his shoulder and some stitches in her forehead. They just stared at each other for a moment before Mindy raised her hand to high-five her. Iris softly laughed while holding her stomach in pain.

"Love you Minds, thank god you're both alive".

"Love you too, Ris" She smiled gently at her. "Though we really need to talk about your terrible taste in women".

Iris gave her the middle finger and said goodbye when she saw her disappear into the ambulance. A few seconds later, she saw Sam and Tara making their towards her. Sam had her stomach wrapped in a bloody bandage while Tara was walking with the help of her crutches. Overall they all looked like shit.

They both were wearing worried expression as they noticed the state she was in. Bandages with blood already pouring, stitches in the forehead, a black eye and a bandaid in the nose.

"Careful guys you both looked like someone died in here". Sam merely gave her an unamused glance as Tara snorted. "In my defense they just gave me five different types of drugs".

"You're an idiot"

"But a hilarious one" Iris winked at Tara while the girl just smiled at her stupidity.

"You're traumatized".

"Is there a difference truly?

Sam went into serious mode and laid a hand on Iris's shoulder out of gratitude. "Thank you Ris for what you did out there, you had our back".

"And you guys had mine, we are a team now".

"I called your mom, she's definitely on her way". Sam added, as Iris widened her eyes in fear.

"Oh god she's going to be so mad".

"Well she did tell you to not get involved".

"You know what's the worst thing though?". Iris sighed in disappointment. "It's not the betrayal, the blood nor the killing".

"It's the fact that my mom will literally never shut up about this like I'll have to hear countless of hours of her telling me "I told you so" because she never liked Amber".

"Admitting you were wrong? Yeah that definitely sounds worse than dying".

"God I know"

Some minutes later, Sam left claiming she needed to talk to the police so she stayed with Tara, who was holding herself with her crutches.

"You know those crutches are an amazing weapon, wouldn't want to cross you".

"I was worried for you". Tara took a deep breath as she ordered her thoughts. "You could've died in there Iris, you shouldn't have jumped at Amber like that".

"She was going to kill you". Iris steeled her expression. "I told you I was going to end whoever tried to hurt you".

"Not if it costs your life". No one was out there to hurt them anymore but Tara's heart ponded with fear at the thought of losing Iris forever.

"Duly noted. I guess next time I'll just let you die."

"You're an idiot". This was the second time someone called her that in less than fifteen minutes. Tara leaned forward slightly towards Iris. "But I don't know what I would do without you".

Iris clasped their hands together. "Then it's a good thing we don't have to find out". She brought Tara's hand to her lips and pressed a soft kiss to it. A deep blush raced up Tara's cheeks, she had to turned her head in embarrassment.

They kept their eyes locked together, refusing to take their eyes off each other and after a moment of silence the shorter girl spoke up.

"Your mom is coming... she's fuming". They both turned around to see the woman marching their way wearing an angry expression. "Not even almost dying will save you"

"Jesus". Iris was dead, rip.

"What phrase you want in your grave? I was thinking beloved friend but I kinda would be lying"

"Fuck you carpenter".

[scarletcomalies]

flowers and pain

Vanessa Shelly x Reader

Word count: 5,996

A/N: A month passed since the premiere, and I have been head over heels in love with Vanessa Shelly ever since. The cliffhanger ending she had made me wanna cry, so let's fantasize and hope she is fine 🥹 I tried to make it as short as I could but got carried away.

Warnings: Just fluff, except for mentions of Vanessa's terrible childhood and William Afton's acts.

After everything that happened, Vanessa was still in a vulnerable situation where she needed to be taken care of.

Without meaning to, you often overheard the brother of the girl you babysited, saying that they were going to visit Vanessa in the hospital after school. You didn't want to pry. It was none of your business, and maybe it was a delicate situation to talk about.

However, all that curiosity was assuaged when, as you were cooking something simple for Abby after picking her up from school, you heard the front door open.

You ran to check, ready to punch whoever dared to break in, but let out a sigh of relief when you noticed it was Mike.

"Oh, Mike, did something come up?" You inquired, noting that it was 3:41 in the afternoon, and he was usually back by 7:30 at night.

Before your question could be answered, he opened the door wider, ushering a tall, blonde woman into the house. Just two seconds was enough for you to be mesmerized by such beauty; she had no makeup on and it suited her perfectly, each one of her eyes possessed a wonderful green iris, and her lips were pink and... gorgeous.

"Oh... hello, it's a pleasure..." You hesitated. Your cheeks were burning as you were determined to fix your eyes on anything around but her, and you hoped you could attribute your nervousness to your null ability to socialize, and not to the fact that you were wonderstruck before such a sight.

"Vanessa! You've been discharged!" Abby's excited, boisterous voice interrupted you, and she ran to her to hug her tightly.

"Hey, hey, take it easy," Mike gently called her out. "She's still in a delicate condition."

The blonde girl didn't seem to mind the fact that Abby had thrown herself into her arms, and with a smile, she hugged her tightly.

Awkwardly, you watched the scene, not knowing what to do.

You didn't want to interrupt this beautiful moment they were having, as you knew it was something big. During all the time you took care of Abby, there wasn't a day where you didn't hear the mention of Vanessa, and when she would wake up from the coma, and then, when would she be discharged from the hospital.

But you also wanted to introduce yourself so you wouldn't embarrass yourself by standing there with a smile on your face that indicated you didn't know what to do.

So, you finally opted for the first option. You waited for the right moment to come for you to kindly greet the famous Vanessa appropriately.

Vanessa lifted her gaze and directed it towards you. That's it. You had her attention. You had to act wisely to make these seconds worth it.

"Hi, I'm Vanessa," she introduced herself, walking towards you, extending her hand in a polite manner. "You're the new babysitter, I assume," you were very surprised by her formality, and while you didn't expect her to greet you with a warm hug, the lack of casualness reminded you that you were a stranger, and perhaps this was how she behaved with strangers.

"I'm (Y/N)," you introduced yourself, respecting that boundary she imposed. You took her hand and shook it firmly.

She smiled kindly, "Nice to meet you, (Y/N)," she replied.

From that day on, every morning, you had a little alone time with Vanessa, as Mike went to work and Abby went to school. She would wake up around nine in the morning, and there was nothing you looked forward to more than seeing her sleepy face, her hair slightly disheveled, and her raspy voice saying good morning to you.

You would gladly prepare breakfast for both of you, and let her help you with, say, flipping pancakes or pouring drinks.

On the first day, her hand shook, which made her growl in frustration, and she apologized multiple times for making a mess, almost on the verge of tears. Still, you comforted her, insisting that she did a good job, and you showed her how it wasn't a big deal, for you didn't even take five minutes to clean up.

The next day, she refused to help you, afraid that the same thing would happen. You managed to convince her by telling her you would make sandwiches, which only involved spreading and placing. With a wrinkled nose and a broad smile, she proudly exclaimed that she completed her task.

And so, little by little, by asking for her help in the kitchen at breakfast or at lunch with Abby after school, she began to recover from the aftermath of waking up from her coma.

Although she barely spoke to you beyond jovial topics when you guys were alone together, somehow, your connection transcended words.

You could feel it when she would shyly sit next to you on the couch when you watched TV, or when she saw you reading, and she would pick up another book and sit down to read it next to you, and then look for the right moment to exchange opinions.

She felt more at ease when Abby was at home, and you were grateful that her affection for the little girl allowed you to get to know that side of her, that protective side that was also eager to have fun.

"You're cheating, Vanessa!" Abby exclaimed, and you let out a mock gasp of indignation at the younger girl's accusation.

"That's not true," Vanessa exclaimed, as she laughed.

"Of course it is. Don't think I didn't see how you held the tower so it wouldn't fall!" Abby responded.

"Oh, shame on you," you seconded, shaking your head, manifesting disappointment.

Vanessa had spent all this time at Mike's house, where she slept in his room, and he slept on the couch. You personally felt that she was perfectly capable of looking out for herself again and moving back on her own again, but you preferred not to mention anything about it. Perhaps there were emotional issues that caused her to not want to be alone, and this might remain a mystery to you.

Her progress was becoming more and more noticeable. These days, there was almost no problem anymore, and both you and Abby knew it, so it was only fair to reprimand her if she cheated.

"Oh, come on, I think we should change the rules," she laughed, this time admitting that she did, indeed, cheat. "Be that as it may, the point is to get a block out and keep the tower from falling, so what do you say?" She continued and looked at both of you with hopeful eyes.

You couldn't help it, you always succumbed to those beautiful eyes. Vanessa just looking at you in any way, shape or form was enough to make you succumb to her charms.

"Of course! Why not?" you said with a smile that showed how mesmerized you were by her.

"Hey, no!" Abby countered. "The rules are to remove a block with one hand. If it falls, we start over."

"Well, but where's the fun in following the rules?" You argued and earned an accusatory look from the blonde. "I mean, I mean! Only in board games!" You corrected yourself, knowing full well that those were not very wise words to say in front of a former police officer. That was the only thing she revealed to you that she used to be a police officer who mostly worked during the evenings.

Vanessa laughed at your nervousness, but she continued the main topic's purpose, "Yeah, come on, Abby, don't you want to see if this tower would ever become the tallest and most awesome tower in the world?"

Abby scoffed.

"Fine!" She agreed, and both you and Vanessa exchanged a victorious smile.

That day didn't seem to go beyond the ordinary. You played Jenga, and then Abby decided to go to her room to draw some pictures. Normally, when Abby left you both alone, you would engage in the aforementioned activities, like reading or watching a movie, and Vanessa would join you.

"Would you like to go out with me?"

You heard that question so suddenly, you paused the movie and looked at her with a puzzled look.

"Excuse me?" You said softly. You didn't want to overdo your reaction too much to cause insecurity or regret in her.

"No, no, I mean... not in that way... it's just that..." she hesitated, and you were a little disappointed to hear that it wasn't that way she meant it.

A fair amount of time had passed so that every thought you had, consisted of every little characteristic that made up the woman next to you. After spending a whole day with her, the few hours you were in the solitude of your apartment, all you could think about was how much you longed for her presence, and how would her lips would feel as they crashed into yours as you shared a passionate, loving kiss.

Vanessa considered your silence as an invitation to continue, "Since I've been discharged, it's been a month and a week, and I haven't left here. With you, I haven't shared enough to get to know you well. I mean... it's not that I don't like spending those mornings with you... it's just that.... I'd like to go out... and take advantage of the outing for us to get to know each other... uh... yeah..." she explained shyly, looking down at her hands as she played with her fingers.

You laughed softly.

"Sure, where would you like to go?" You asked.

Yes, maybe it wasn't a date, but she was the one who had the initiative to go and propose an outing. That was more than enough for you to be assured that she really liked you, even if she didn't express it completely.

Uncertain about whether this outing would answer all the questions you had, you decided not to have expectations and appreciate the fact that she chose you for this activity. You learned to embrace the fragment of Vanessa bestowed upon you, and to also blindly embrace the mystery as a part of her being.

"You know this place, Freddy's Fazbear Pizza?"

You knew that place. And you knew why it had closed. Just seeing how neglected it looked on the outside, and the heartshattering story behind its shutdown gave you chills. You didn't understand what did it have to do with what you and the blonde were previously discussing.

"Ehh, I know it's been closed for years. Did they reopen it, or...?" You inquired.

"No, but I know a way in," she said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world for her to enter that scary place just for fun. "I need to go check it out, but don't worry, I know you'll like it."

Vanessa couldn't drive, and she seemed to be counting on you to take her there. Maybe she loved to visit these kinds of scary abandoned places, and you couldn't refuse to grant that wish, given the fact that she hasn't been out for five weeks, and wasn't even in the comfort of her home.

So, on Saturday, you arrived at the time you agreed upon. You were happy to spend time with Vanessa, but you were also anxious about what kind of activity awaited you. You weren't too excited about going at eight o'clock in the evening and then heading to a pizza place that has been abandoned for about two decades.

However, when you saw Vanessa, with that eager smile and her face lit up, any kind of doubt was dispelled. Not because it was something different, it was going to be a bad thing. Maybe you'd even end up agreeing with her, and you'd end up liking whatever idea she had.

First, you headed to a drive thru, and Vanessa insisted on paying for the food. You bought a large pizza with cheese edges, a two-liter soda, and some cheese sticks for appetizers.

She gave you directions to the place, and once you got there, you swallowed hard and took a deep breath. Not enough for her to notice. The last thing you wanted was for her to cancel the plans, plans she was too excited to carry out.

You entered through the main entrance, for which she had a key. The first thing you encountered was an archway that said "Welcome" at the top, and then you got a full view of what used to be the restaurant area.

There were some tables scattered throughout the room and others were stacked together. The room also had a stage, but a red curtain covered it. You knew that behind it, there were what used to be the main attraction; the animatronics.

The only thing you hoped for was that she would not...

"I'm going to turn up the voltage levers, you'll see how well they still work," Vanessa commented after noticing your gaze on the covered stage, leaving the pizza and soda on one of the tables.

"Uh, no, no, no... I don't think it's necessary...-"

"Come on, you'll love it!" she insisted, and you didn't have time to refute further when all the lights came on.

You covered your ears as you heard an eighties song playing at a defeaning volume. It was too loud for a place that had a lot of echo, and that was very empty. The whole vibe of the place felt... off.

Along with the lights coming on, the curtain opened, showing those animatronics moving to the beat of the music. These looked very disturbing, and you could swear that somehow, they were looking at you.

Or maybe it was the fact that your nerves were already on edge and it wasn't helped by the noise and those creppy things moving.

"Are you okay?" Vanessa asked, almost shouting for you to hear her over the music.

"Yeah, it's just kind of loud music," you replied, slowly removing your hands from your ears to adjust yourself to the noise.

Watching such an action, she took your hands and pulled you to her, "Come, let's dance," she proposed, and looked towards the stage, almost as if she was waiting for something to happen.

You asked her what was wrong, but she brushed it off.

"Do you know this song?" She asked, lifting your arm for you to do a spin, which you did with a chuckle.

"Yes, Talking In Your Sleep," you replied, looking up into her green eyes. "My dad usually plays eighties songs nonstop all the time."

"Oh, really?" She said with a small smile. "Do you have a good relationship with your father?"

"Mhm," you nodded. "Of course, in every kind of relationship there are arguments, but in general, my family and I relate very well."

Vanessa's eyes fluttered with a trace of melancholy. Even if it was brief, it was enough for you to catch the attention.

She proceeded to pull you closer, and instead of grabbing your arms, she held on to your waist tighter. Rather than making questions to engage with the subject, you chose to provide supportive silence.

She gently leaned to your height, and rested her chin on your head, displaying a hint of vulnerability. She actually drew you in a little closer, her embrace turning into a quiet cry for comfort.

The song stopped, and the animatronics returned to their positions from before. She let out a giggle and took your hand, leading you to the table where you had left your food and drink.

"Please," she used a fake elegant tone, as she pulled the chair for you to sit down.

"Oh, what a gentlewoman," you commented, sitting down in the chair, making her laugh.

Your eyes followed her as she took about two steps towards the chair in front of you, and subsequently, she let out a sigh to look into your eyes.

"You're really lucky, you know that?" She spoke, opening the pizza box and gesturing with her head for you to take the first slice.

"Hm?" You said, having already forgotten the previous conversation due to being too distracted appreciating her face, her eyes, her gestures.

"Having a good relationship with your family," she reminded you and took her slice once you took yours.

You were in awe. You loved how she wrinkled her nose to take the first bite, and her cheeks puffed out slightly as she chewed.

"You're right," you agreed. You weren't going to deny that too much could happen within the family environment, too many traumas that shifted through generations. You were lucky that your parents broke the chain long before they had you and really prepared emotionally for when you came along. "Not everyone is so lucky, and I wish that wasn't the case. I wish every child could have something like this because that's what they deserve," you continued. "No child deserves to be burdened with the unresolved problems of adults, and no child deserves to feel insecure in front of figures who should be protective."

Vanessa watched you with eyes of sadness, and you didn't know if it was because her way of thinking matched yours or because she herself had been through an unpleasant situation during her childhood... or both.

You heard a robotic sound, and noticed that the bear animatronic turned its head in your direction and blinked twice, with its eyebrows turned upwards.

You jumped slightly, and shivers invaded your body, "Oh, don't tell me they glitch and move on their own," you laughed nervously. Vanessa abandoned her previous expression to laugh softly with you.

"Yes, they move all the time," she confirmed. "Nothing to worry about. You're safe here. Believe me, I wouldn't bring you here if I knew you weren't."

It was kind of scary and unusual to walk into an abandoned pizza parlor, turn on the power and sit down to eat in the parlor of it, especially with those robots whose gaze you felt hovering over you for some reason.

However, you decided to believe her, it's not like those animatronics are possessed by spirits or anything. And in any case, you had to fear the living ones. But of course, you had a badass cop next to you. You were safe.

So you were determined to appreciate the beauty that this moment offered. You were alone with her. There was no noise of third parties intervening, and above all, the blonde was happy.

"Do those Arcade games still work?" you spoke with a mischievous grin, directing your gaze towards said area.

Vanessa nodded eagerly.

"Yes! Sometimes you have to hit them, but.... do you want to try?" She proposed, her eyes shining in that peculiar way that you knew from then on, you'd do anything to see them sparkling.

Once you nodded eagerly, both of you ran to the Arcade. This had almost all the classic games from the 80s, most of which you played when you were a kid, so you were hoping to remember even a little bit and get back in practice to be a competent opponent.

"Just so we're clear, I will show no mercy," Vanessa said, settling on the second Pac-Man game next to you.

"Neither will the eight-year-old me," You laughed asyou placed your hand on the lever that would control the movements. "However, current me is begging for you to show mercy," you added, nudging her playfully.

"Oh, did someone lose practice?" She asked in an amused tone, but it was also not her intention to make fun of you or tease you any more than necessary.

"Kinda," you shrugged shyly.

"Okay, don't worry, we'll take it slow. You're lucky I'm in a good mood today," she joked and pressed the start button as soon as you signaled you were ready.

At first, you had trouble remembering how to be a pro at these games, and even with Vanessa evidently losing on purpose so you wouldn't feel bad, you failed to reach a more or less decent record. But since you had faith that it would happen, you slowly started to remember all those years where you rode your bike to the Arcades with your friends and spent all your coins on hours and hours on games like these.

So, you got your practice back, and it was a matter of about half an hour before the real fun began. Vanessa began to show how tough she was at these games, and you showed her what you were made of too.

You were proud to observe her improvement. The blonde went from growing frustrated with unintentionally dropping something due to the trembling of her hands, to showing great skill and firmness in wanting to beat you in this competition that had been created between you.

You weren't even aware of the fact that it was almost midnight. If it weren't for the fact that Vanessa saw out of the corner of her eye the hands of the clock on the wall about to meet at the number 12, you would have sworn it had barely been ten minutes.

"I think we have to go," Vanessa said, once your game screen projected a "Game Over," indicating that she had beaten you once again.

"Yeah, I guess," you replied softly, looking up at her face that was slightly illuminated by the screen and the neon lights decorating the wall.

You picked up the pizza box that had three pieces left over and the bottle of soda that was half full. In front of you were the animatronics. The night would have been completely perfect except that these things terrified you, as they occasionally moved on their own, or sometimes you felt their heads turn in your direction. Vanessa constantly offered you comfort and told you that it happened all the time, and eventually, you managed to get distracted.

A month after this peculiar visit, Vanessa moved back to her apartment, which was farther away than Mike's house was from you. But even no matter if she lived twenty minutes or twenty hours away, you would've never failed to show up every Saturday to go to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza together.

You both adopted the tradition of visiting this abandoned place that gradually began to feel as if it was regaining its liveliness and coziness. The atmosphere ceased to feel heavy, your fear was replaced by excitement every time you entered, and even those animatronics started growing on you. You realized that there was nothing to be afraid of. They were just robots connected to a bunch of wires, and the darkness would go away once one of you took care of turning on the power.

Saturdays weren't the only day you looked forward to, of course.

When she went back to work, and notified you that she would make a stop to check on you and Abby in, say, forty minutes, it was forty minutes you longed for them to come to an end. Oh, you remember how you almost fainted when you saw her in that uniform for the first time. Your jaw dropped to the floor, and you had no choice but to tell her as calmly as possible that she looked great.

And when she had her day off, she would always call you to notify you that she wanted to spend it with you, whether it was at her apartment watching sitcoms, or getting together for a casual dinner at a restaurant. The plans tended to be spontaneous most of the time.

And if you opted to go out, you always made it half the time if you managed to convince her to drive her cop car at full speed, and the times she refused, you were also happy to go on the way listening to music with her.

Your heart pounded with unstoppable force as your emotions blossomed intensely towards her. Her presence eclipsed everything around you, and every minute without seeing her was a torturous countdown to the next encounter. Even your conversations with friends and family revolved around the blonde occupying your thoughts. No matter what they were talking about, in one way or another, you ended up bringing her up.

From Abby, you found out that every time Vanessa visited her and Mike, it was the same case. The little girl seemed a little tired of never getting a break from either you or Vanessa mentioning each other. And she was a smart girl, she knew what was going on. The only obstacle that kept you and the blonde from going any further was the fear that it wasn't reciprocated, even if it was more obvious that it indeed was.

One day, you were surprised to receive a call from Mike for dinner at his house. At first, you thought he was actually asking you to come to his house to make dinner, since he wasn't the best cook and you didn't interact with him outside of work hours. However, you had heard correctly, he invited you to his house for dinner.

When you arrived, Vanessa's police car was parked next to Mike's, and you immediately felt the familiar butterflies in your stomach whenever she was around. Oh, you hadn't even seen her and already you felt the thrill of excitement take over you considerably.

You rang the doorbell, and Mike opened the door

Even though he was right in front of you, the first thing you saw was the blonde sitting at the table, stuffing her mouth with a hamburger.

She looked up, and when she met your glanced, she widened her eyes and quickly set the food aside, straightening up and wiping herself with a napkin. That action made you laugh too hard.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, her mouth still a little full. "I'm really hungry, and Mike bought some delicious burgers."

You brushed it off with a smile, "Don't worry, you looked adorable."

A slight blush invaded her cheeks. You preferred to believe that this was simply because she wasn't used to receiving compliments. Her reserved nature showed it.

"Come on, sit down," Mike invited you with a half smile. "I ordered enough burgers and fries for all of us."

You watched him with an arched eyebrow and a puzzled expression but agreed to follow his lead and subsequently sat down next to Vanessa.

"Hi, Abs," you greeted the girl, who was sitting on the other side next to Vanessa.

"Hi," she replied simply as she ate fries on top of the paper that previously wrapped her hamburger.

You grabbed a burger from the bag and some fries, and a can of soda that was sitting cold on the table, ready and waiting to be taken. You began by eating in silence, but it was getting a little desperate as time went on.

"What's the reason for this meeting?" you asked curiously, and also to break the ice.

"Well, it's Abby's last day of school," Mike replied. You had been so absent lately, almost in the clouds, that you completely forgot that summer break had arrived.

"Oh!" You exclaimed. "That's right! Congratulations, Abs!"

"So, I wanted to have a get-together with the people most important to me, to celebrate," Abby continued, and you pouted, followed by a brief 'Awww'.

The night had gone wonderfully, filled with laughter and exchange of anecdotes, most coming from Abby, being about how she got in trouble every time she gave a bully their comeuppance or how she began to make friends after many months staying in isolation.

As dinner came to an end, you and Vanessa said goodbye to Mike and Abby, thanking them for the invitation. It was 10 p.m., still early for you. Normally, your outings alone with her ended at around 1 a.m., so you could perfectly well continue on your own if she wished.

Vanessa seemed to be thinking the same thing.

"Do you want to walk around the neighborhood?" She offered gently. Perhaps it was an unusual thing to do at that hour. However, the blonde was wearing her uniform and was armed. Nothing could happen.

"Are you on the clock?" You asked, not wanting such a thing to be an inconvenience or cause for scolding.

She shrugged, "If they don't call me through the Walkie Talkie, I am not," she chuckled.

Vanessa didn't want to stray too far during the walk, so in case she was called, she could easily return to her car and drive to where she was needed.

A comfortable silence had fallen this time, until she spoke first, "Those burgers were delicious, don't you think?"

You laughed, "Yeah, I didn't know that place," you commented, looking down, concentrating on how the pavement moved slowly as you took steps.

"It's a new local business that opened. I go there sometimes. They have really good burritos and milkshakes," she replied. "I'll take you there one of these days. On me."

"Only if next time it's on me."

"On one condition," she replied. Such a statement made you look up quickly.

"That you let me pick you up..." she took a deep breath. "And if it's a date."

And that was the sentence you never expected to hear. That was the moment you never expected to witness. Vanessa seemed to feel the same way you did, it was now a fact and not a fantasy that existed in your wildest dreams.

"Those are two conditions," you didn't know why you said that, maybe to bring a little humor and that way mitigate the nerves that quickly spread through your body, like an electric current passing through your veins.

"Yes," she murmured, as she let out a slight chuckle. "It's silly, please forget I asked you that question."

"Vanessa, I do want to go on a date with you,"

She let out a sigh, and that's when you realized that she had been holding her breath maybe since she proposed her two conditions to you.

To which you agreed. She picked you up punctually at the established time in her regular car. Her hair was down in beautiful waves that showed off her peculiar golden color, and her outfit was composed of a knee-length coat, mom jeans, and a shirt tucked into it. She looked incredibly beautiful. You couldn't believe you were on a date with such a gorgeous woman.

Despite already possessing the title of date, this outing was no different from the others. Deep topics never touched on personal matters, somehow remaining a mystery beyond what each chose to reveal.

That changed drastically when you noticed that she began to dissociate for a moment after you brought up a topic that didn't seem to be of impact. It was only about a stuffed rabbit you had for five years of your childhood.

"Are you okay? Did I say something wrong...?" you asked, concerned palpable all over your face.

"Look, (Y/N), I like you very much," she replied, and as much as you were happy to hear such a thing, you dreaded hearing the next sentence. "I don't know what you want right now, but I do want a serious relationship. I'd rather say this before there are misunderstandings. I need to know, so I'm sure if I reveal to you every aspect of myself, or if I should back off."

"I do want something serious with you," you were quick to reply. The girl next to you was too wonderful a being to settle for only the superficial or the banal. No, you were willing to love Vanessa. "Time will make me start to love you. And there is no turning back now."

She let out a deep breath, "If you want to leave after what I'm about to tell you, I'll understand."

You took her hand across the table and squeezed it in a ressuring manner.

"The disappearance of the children, at the pizzeria. My father is the owner, and he was also responsible," she confessed, looking down at her plate, fear preventing her from meeting your gaze.

Those words hit you like a bucket of cold water on your head. The fact that she frequented that place despite its closure, the connection she seemed to have with it, it all made sense. She seemed to want to cling to what might have been if not for her father's heinous acts, which filled her with overwhelming guilt. You could see it in her eyes.

And since you still had your hand holding hers, you gently rubbed your thumb to bring her comfort, somehow telling her you were still there.

"The first time I tried to stop him, he found a way to bring Vanny back afloat," just mentioning that name made her muscles tense.

"Vanny?" you repeated. As much as you wanted to avoid questions and let her go at her own pace, you were struck by what she said.

"That part of me that's able to endure what he did," she explained. "And that's willing to do what he wants. It's not me, it's complicated..."

"I understand," you nodded. You didn't want her to feel the need to explain further.

"Anyway, he manages to put this mask on me and that's how he's kept me from stopping him all these years," she continued, and her eyes began to water. "I thought I was useless at stopping him, that is, until Mike and Abby needed my help, and they gave me the strength to finally defeat him."

You listened intently to every word, and even if you didn't respond verbally, you provided constant caresses on her hand to let her know everything that words perhaps couldn't describe at once. "I'm here, I will never leave you" was the main thing you sought to convey.

You knew that night that Vanessa was not only conformed by the woman in front of you, but also by a little wounded girl who had to grow up very fast, and had to create her mechanisms to be able to face the terrible childhood she had to live.

Her father did not leave the children alone even after their death and manipulated them to contribute to committing more abominations, just as he did with Vanessa. But we all hit rock bottom sooner or later, and she was finally able to end a nightmare that lasted for decades.

She did it for those missing children, for that little girl who still lived inside her, and for all the children she saved. You understood then that behind her previous coma state was the ultimate act of bravery, and why her connection to Mike and Abby was so sacred.

Vanessa revealed all that to you with the intention of letting you know ahead of time who you were about to get emotionally involved with, and that way, you still had time to decide whether to leave or stay. And for not a split second did you dare to doubt that your decision was the latter.

"I am willing to love you for how you are and for how you were. I will love that part of you that had to face what you couldn't, and I will love that little girl who lives inside you and deserves to heal. I will love you, a survivor who has so much to live for."

She went into your arms, and cried what was evidently stuck for years. You did your best to bring as much comfort as possible both to her and to every version of her that needed it just as much.

It only remains to say that you kept your promise. You showed her in a thousand ways, every day, that if you were willing to love her, you were going to get it no matter how complicated or challenging it might be. It wasn't all easy, but there was no better reward than the fact that your now wife has finally forgiven herself, living the life she deserved, and you were part of it.

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Silent Heartbeat | TP Shockwave x f!vampire reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 3200+

Warning: Smut ( Shockwave doing it for science ), horror, gore/blood, size difference and robot on vampire. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Happy early Halloween. This is just one of my own works I wanted to do for the holiday and submission for an event through discord.

This holiday isn't a big thing in Australia, but it has been slowly growing more popular over the years. I've never been trick or treating and never carved a pumpkin. I've only ever been to one halloween party when I was 13yrs dressed as a vampire. However I do enjoy the theme and over the years all I've ever done is watch horror movies on the day. Love getting creative and I really enjoyed this. 🥰

Shockwave uses mass displacement.

Back From the Dead - Halestorm

☕ Coffee

Darkness. Numbness. Hunger. Silence.

This is all you have had for centuries, no escape, trapped in a fluid cocoon, forced into a deep slumber until someone or something is to wake you up. How you ended up trapped wasn't by choice, but you were left with no say as your sourdre de sang, your master, forced this upon you, his way to save his children.

It was a long time before you're eventually discovered, but not by who you imagined it to be. For the first time in so long there was light, causing you to squirm in irritation within the fluid sack, before movements vibrated around you, and a giant shadow looms over with a single blazing red eye burning down through the cocoon.

Still in your half staged slumber you sense yourself being moved. Everything is happening now, and once free, you'll rain chaos upon the world, just as your master wanted.

But you weren't freed from the cocoon, not right away. Your barbed ears twitched as the voices muffled, heightening your hearing to hear what was being said around you.

"Subject is a unique discovery. I shall need to perform more tests to determine what it is. Only thing I was confirm is whatever is inside is alive, but not." The weight of the iron cold voice pieces her senses.

"How can something be alive and not?" Another thundering voice erupts, causing her to twitch from the unexpected loudness and squirm within the cocoon.

"Well, whatever it is, its moving." A new voice purrs out like silk, it was quite delightful, making you purr in return and wrapping yourself under the membrane of your wings.

"It appears to have vital readings, but I'm unable to trace any beat rhythm. Further tests will need to be performed before I attempt to open the fluid sack."

Yes, freedom, but not just yet.

It honestly felt like another eternity, tests performed, most causing you pain but not something you couldn't handle, before you were finally set free. The cocoon was sliced open with care and the fluid poured out, along with you. Your body lays on a cold surface as you give yourself a moment to stretch out your wings, sighing in relief before you open your eyes, pale like snow, before shifting to your mortal blue iris.

Hunger struck you and you opened your mouth letting out a silent screech as your sharp teeth appeared before shrinking down to their own blunt selfs. Your skin, pale and grey, craves the coldness you lay upon before finally taking in your surroundings, whoever freed you, they better have a meal ready.

"Fascinating." That iron cold voice speaks from above and you're faced with what appears to be a giant with one eye. Not who you are expecting. "Subject appears to hold features of a human, yet not quite human."

No, not human, not anymore.

Shockwave. That was their name you had learned rather quickly. They had no idea just what you were, and were clueless with your needs. He didn't have a meal ready, and this pissed you off. What made you even more angry was he had locked you up in a glass like box, a cage to put it simply.

As much as you want to let out your rage, you're simply too weak. You needed blood, and you tried to say this, but in your state only harsh breaths could be sounded. The idiot was going to let you starve!

"What...what is that thing?" The same silky voice catches your tarped ears making them twitch. Turning your head through your hazy vision you're met with other giants. Just what were they?

"I'm still learning that myself. She's an interesting discovery." Shockwave answers.

"She?" That loud one, the grey giant, he was too loud!

"She holds the genetic materials of a human female body."

He wasn't wrong there. You're female. You lay naked on the cold surface within the glass cube, trapped again. Didn't these idiots know just what you were? Of course not. Stupid.

"Does she fly?" The same silk voice asks.

"She hasn't attempted to fly, yet, but with membrane wings like these I would guess she can but appears to be in a weak state currently."

Blood! You need blood!

Again, you attempt to scream this out, but of course only a quiet screech is sounded, so you end up hissing out of irritation.

"She looks like something from one of those human horror films." A new peachy voice catches your attention, as does the crimson red. You missed the taste of blood.

"And how would you know that, Knock Out?" Stupid loud voice won't shut up!

"Um...drive in theatres, Lord Megatron"

Lord? At least you're learning names, very strange names.

"I am interested to know more." Shockwave shows his curiosity.

"It's just a silly human myth!" Knock Out laughs but stopped, seeing Shockwave's seriousness. "Um, well, I'm no expert, the humans call them vampires, feeding and surviving on human blood, quite disgusting actually. But it's all just stories, legends."

You've heard that name a million times before. At least someone here knew what you were, they didn't seem to believe it, but you'll soon show just what you were truly. They had no idea the chaos you'll bring.

"I might need another test subject, a human. Bring one to me, and we'll see if this is true." Shockwave wants to know.

Yes! Bring one, someone, anyone!

Your intense and weak gaze holds with Shockwave for a while while you both wait for your meal to arrive. As blunt as he was, you can't help but feel slightly curious. Never have you seen something like him before, and you thought you saw everything over the years you've lived.

They weren't human, but a whole new species. Fascinating.

Shockwave is very curious himself, and couldn't wait to discover more about you. Silently, he opens the glass cage and moves his servo towards you. You try to shuffle away from his touches but fail, you simply don't have the strength. He grabs hold of you and you can only hiss and snarl at him bluntly like a newborn lion cub. Just wait until he sees you in your full beast mode.

He holds you with care, digits ghostly grazing against your naked skin with your wings tucked against your back. You feel him staring, searching, and can't help but gasp sharply as he gently drags his digit across your bare breasts. You wanted him to keep going but he didn't, making you glare up at him through a pout.

No blood. Lack of pleasure. It was horrible.

"You're a remarkable find, creature." Shockwave says through a low tone. "I look forward to learning more about you. Do you speak?"

Again, much to your annoyance, you try to speak, only another dying hash breath comes out. Of course you speak, you just couldn't right now, not without the first taste of blood in so long.

"I'll know in time, little one."

Suddenly your senses perk up, ears twitching as the pupils in your eyes dilate before your head snaps to the side staring at the closed door to the room. You smell it. A mortal human. Shockwave watches and tilts his head.

"Remarkable. You can smell humans from afar."

He puts you back in your glass cage much to your annoyance. All you can do is press yourself against the glass and stare at the closed doors, before they hastily open with the returning giants.

"Got your...uhh, test subject?" Knock Out wasn't even sure what to call it. He still didn't see a point in doing this.

"Who are you?! What are you?! What the fuck is going on?!" The man is clutched in his servo not so gently, visibly terrified, clueless to his fate.

"Oh hush you! Play nice." Knock Out comes over and tosses the human into the swiftly opened cage by Shockwave.

There's a sickening crack, the man yells in agony, his leg breaking from the impact. You mask yourself in the shadows of your cage as you now act in your intinks, and that's hunting.

"What do you expect to happen?" Starscream isn't sure of the point of this either.

"The second you returned with the human, she knew. She can sense humans. Again, further studies and tests will need to be done for me to understand her better." Shockwave doesn't take his optic off from your cage, recording every moment.

The man goes quiet when he realises he's not alone, and can only whimper through his pain as he vaguely sees you in the shadows, snarling lowly, and his fear spikes high. You pounce.

His terrified wail is the last thing that sounds from him. You don't hold back and let out a snarl as you grab the man, teeth bare out as your eyes grow intensely cat-like, before sinking your teeth into the man and tearing into his throat, streaking the glass cage with the blood as you start to feed.

Instantly, you taste the warm blood while draining the mortal, regaining your strength slowly, growing stronger. You let out a purr as your wings stretch out excitedly.

Meanwhile, the giants watch you, few curious, most horrified.

"M-my lord, you can't allow this thing to remain here!" Starscream panics as he steps further away from you. Shockwave ignores Starscream as he continues to monitor your improving vitals, much more quickly than expected.

"They're just silly human stories, how is this even possible?!" Knock Out questions as Breakdown, despite his size, steps away from the bloody scene unfolding.

Soundwave only tilts his helm as he watches, unaffected by the blood bath. 

Megatron, ignoring everyone, steps closer, watching as you take the life of this human and drain all his blood, quenching your hunger and regaining yourself again.

"Shockwave, tell me, what am I looking at?" He's so casual, darkness in his tone as he hovers over you.

"Lord Megatron, I present to you, the greatest threat to humans."

You have drained the man all his blood and finally retract your teeth out of his neck, the warmth covering you and the walls of your cage, before you toss your head back and let out a lingering stretch as you spread your wings out, displaying quite a horrifying and powerful pose for them to see.

Megatron lets his lips curl into a twisted smirk. "A threat indeed."

Over time you find yourself getting use to these new species, Cybertronians, they called themselves. Shockwave learns more about you and after you regained your strength you were able to talk finally.

It was a whole new world out there. Humans evolved rapidly, multiplied quickly, and apparently you were the only one of your kind still around. You couldn't be sure about that as you couldn't sense the hive or your master through your senseries.

You decided to not waste your time or energy on this. You were free, sort of, but you could do whatever you like, kind of. Shockwave still has rules you need to follow, or you won't get any blood.

You couldn't be greedy when it came to consuming. Other mortals were brought to you, but they were limited. You weren't allowed to leave the room until Shockwave allowed it, and if she did, she would need to stay with him at all times.

Fucking rules.

But you were alone in a whole new place, so you'll follow these rules for now until you grow bored of playing along. You'll silently admit you were curious about them, never before seeing such things.

Shockwave had provided you with clothes, being modest he calls it. Only the tube dresses were suited for you because of your membrane wings, which you would stretch out often as if you had woken up from a deep slumber.

You would fly but were restricted. Shockwave only would allow you to stretch your wings under his watchful optic, but you wanted to go outside. You’ll debate this with him eventually, but there’s something else on your mind. Sex. Lately you've been craving it. Like blood you wanted it, though it wasn't a survival thing, just greed and desire.

"You seem frustrated." Shockwave says as you sit in your cage, board, horny. "Is there an exclamation for your mood?"

"I want to fuck." You answer bluntly as you hang upside down from your cage.

He's quiet for a moment. "You want to mate with another. Is this a requirement?"

"Yes...no, it's just something I miss, something I crave." You can only shrug a little before looking at him from your upside down position, eyes intense. "Does your species fuck?"

Shockwave stops his work and his single optic peers at you. He's quiet, as if he's pondering how to answer you. You thought it silly. Sex was sex, or maybe they don't do this, and you sigh through frustration before wrapping yourself up under your wings, covering your body like a sleeping bat in their dark cave.

Your ears twitch hearing movement, then your cage opens, and you peek through your membrane wings, only to be left shocked to see Shockwave now within your cage, shrunk down and looking up.

Untangling yourself, you drop from the ceiling and land gracefully on your feet directly in front of him. He's still big, but no longer giant.

"We do."

Everything in your twitches in excitement. Silently, he moves around you and sats down on the plush area he had provided, a way for comfort. You move your hands over the tube of your dress and push it down, letting it pool around your feet before you calmly walk towards him, even though everything in you is bursting with arousal.

Shockwave is doing this for science, a way to learn about sexual matters for her kind. He retracts his panel before she reaches him and coaxes his spike out of its housing.

You admire what he provides. Long, thick, pulsing, ridges running along the base making your core twitch in excitement. Early, you straddle his lap and trace your hands across his plated armour, the hardness all so foreign to you, but oddly both warm and cold at the same time.

Neither of you are interested in foreplay, so you don't hesitate to position yourself over his spike and sink down onto him. His thickness stretches you widely, burning a little, since he's already large and you haven't had sex for centuries. You are too impatient to prepare yourself, so you go for it.

Your sharp teeth bare out as you toss your head back, moaning in delight followed by lustful purrs as you sink down on him fully, moving your hand to touch your belly feeling the pull bump created by Shockwave's cable buried deep in your.

Never, not once, have you ever felt so full before with any man cock. Now, you have a new obsession, and you plan to use it as often as possible. Only thing that is lacking is his reactions. He was too quiet, as if he had no feeling or emotions through pleasure. Weird.

"Doesn't this feel good?" You ask as you start to grind down on him, panting through your growing pleasure building through your body.

"It does." His answer is so dull.

"Why are you quiet?" You lean forward and drag your tongue against his neck cables, determined to get him to make any sort of noise.

"I see no purpose in making noises." Again, dull.

You smirk against his neck before looking into his optic, eyes dilated with desire and sharp fangs hanging over your bottom lip.

"I'll make you moan. You won't be able to help yourself."

"You can try."

Challenge accepted.

Your body compulsives rapidly as you start to ride him, hands and nails digging into the plating against his shoulder, leaving marks due to your strength. Usually kisses were a distraction, but that won't work in this case, and you know you'll have to be creative if you want some noises from him.

Clenching tightly around his spike, you fully sit down while rolling your waist, grinding on him as you move a free hand to your breast, massaging the mound in his solid optic against you.

You don't even know if he found humans attractive, but this is all you can do to keep his attention on you. Your other hand moves across his, searching and exploring for any weak spot you might discover. He doesn't try to stop you, as if he's curious if you could get him to moan.

Your own sounds increased, low whines and chattering purrs, core clenching over again around his pulsing spike, feeling every ridge glide against your inner channel and tip pressing so far deep through your cervix.

His frame heats up rapidly from your actions but still no sound from him, so your hands keep exploring all over, holding yourself back as you continue to ride him.

Then you find something, right at his neck cables again. Perfect.

Moving yourself forward you latch your mouth at his neck, using your tarped tongue and fangs to tease at the soft cables. This is usually the most vulnerable thing for any mortal, and you thought for a moment you could rip those cables out, but you choose not to do this to Shockwave.

It would be pointless. He doesn't have blood that you consume. All he's good for at the moment is sex and you are eagerly enjoying yourself, growing more excited when you feel his frame quivery under your touches the more you suck at his neck.

Your hands drag down his chassis as your waist humps down on him, moaning against his sensitive cables while letting out purrs and moans. Your wings wrap around your joined bodies, keeping close as your breasts press up against the cool metal against his chassis, mouth still latched onto his neck.

Then finally, it happens. He moans.

Victory!

You can't help but giggle through your burning arousal, feeling greatly satisfied that you were able to make him moan and react against you. "Told you I could make you moan."

"You proved me wrong. Well done."

Grinning softly, you suddenly use your strength to push him down against the plush blanket, catching him off guard, before you start to violently ride his spike, humping hard with your head tossed back and wings spread in excitement. You feel his servos grip at your waist then, finally getting into it and you feel him thrust up against you much to your delight.

You'll never take a man cock again. It's all cybertronian spikes for you.

"Fuck! Fuck!" You curse out feeling yourself about to erupt through your orgasim, mewls of pleasure sounding from you as more moans can be heard from Shockwave, frame shaking as his spike pulses more rapidly deep within you.

You feel him stiffen and jerks up before you feel your depths fill with warm fluids that flow through you, filling your belly that bumps out with his spike, right before you feel yourself fall apart on him.

Letting out a loud screech you toss you head back with teeth bared and wings spread wide, body compulsing for the first time in centuries, fluids mixing together within you. Purring out loudly you then collapse onto his chassis, keeping yourself on him as you wiggling yourself.

You weren't done just yet with him.

"We're doing this everyday, whenever I want, no arguments." You say this, demanding what you want. Shockwave wasn't one to accept demanding, though he thought for a moment over it.

"That's...acceptable."

[hwaightme]

Panacea

OUT NOW: Panacea

song used in teaser: de selby (part 1) by hozier

🌊pairing: poet!seonghwa x doctor!gn!reader 🌊genre: fluff, slice of life, slow burn, healing, strangers to lovers, comfort 🌊summary: what do a poet who lost his inspiration and a cosmetic surgeon who lost their empathy have in common? when you make an escape from the city to a memory-filled cottage on the edge of the world, you meet park seonghwa, a poet who, after growing fatigued of shallow critique and unwanted attention, is on a search for true beauty. you, a surgeon who cannot bear to hear nor assess another patient , abhor its twisted definitions. as the seasons change, storms abate and your paths entangle, you discover a new, unparalleled kind of beauty. 🌊wordcount: estimated around 30k 🌊warnings/tags: semi-edited, ??? attempts at sijo (forgive me), discussion of beauty standards, mention of surgery/clinics, weather imagery, dreams/nightmares, discussion of life and death (jokes relating to death), talk of side character death, urban/rural comparisons, isolation, burnout, philosophy, judgement of media, seaside, cliffs, dialogue + inner thoughts, perspective switching, falling in love, loving another's mind, talk of what is 'real' beauty, food, eating, cooking, implied anxiety, implied impulsive thoughts, sneak into home 🌊author's note: happy birthday, seonghwa. thank you for all you inspire me to do, and for teaching me how to find the sun even in a rainstorm. sincere and diligent, you are the spring, the renaissance, the glimmering light. wishing for you and for atiny alike to have a cherished panacea and a love brighter than the stars.

teaser (1.3k):

...Mid-spin, just as you were finished with making the filling and were in the process of lining a baking tin with some of the pastry, the front door creaked open, revealing the figure that you had spotted outside of your window, walking alongside the beginnings of what would be a cliff’s edge. You stood still, holding the pie tin, feeling the grooves of its edges, balancing the dough that was still wrapped in clingfilm right in the middle, as though if you were to not move this man would not see you. Heart quickening to a nauseating pace, the intense scrutiny that you were receiving made you want to collapse behind the counter. Before this moment, you had convinced yourself that you had fully adopted a devil may care attitude, and that you were ready for whoever you would encounter, having prepared the humble abode for a you-style reception and to assert who truly was deserving of ownership of this property. But something about this enigmatic persona who, just like you, remained unmoving, echoed the seastorms. A roaring of the waves was contained in his orbs, so dark due to the light being behind the man’s back that you could barely detect the transition from pupil to iris. A nose worthy of being depicted in renaissance paintings, in fact, if you had to pinpoint one way to describe the stranger, is that he reminded you of subjects that graced the walls of art galleries, selected by masters to be immortalised in the artists’ name. Nameless, much like he was to you in this present moment. His lips, ever so slightly parted as if he had been on the verge of saying something to you, only for the aim to fall short of execution, voice drowning in doubt or disgust. The corners of the man’s mouth were gently downturned - not unpleasantly so, but rather giving him an aura of intimidation that intrigued you. Shadows on his face suggested to you that he was unshaven, though, you had to admit that it was not too bad of a look. In fact, an interesting edge of ruggedness that balanced with his longer locks gave the man a new form of allure, and in turn, forced you to keep your eyes on him despite feeling inklings of terror. The scene reminded you of a faceoff between two territorial wolves - whose domain was this? Only time and a match of resolve would tell.

He was the first to break eye contact, sighing and moving to take off his shoes and trench coat. You remained still - a hostile animal that was expecting aggression at any moment. The man was silent, unphased by your ‘out of the blue’ appearance at least outwardly, and you were not certain whether his lack of reaction was something to be taken with gratitude or suspicion. As you inspected his motions, how he stretched out his arm to hang the trench coat on the rack that was hammered to the wall, with the right nail ever so slightly lower than the left, how he ran a hand through his hair, casting shadows over what hinted at months of fatigue. Not quite pallid, but definitely tired skin, holding times of discomfort, sleeplessness. Dark circles under those deep, pensive orbs, cheeks that were somewhere between sunken and youthful. The man stood before you in a white shirt, the colour a last cry to some form of purity and hope. You could guess why he was at the cottage, since it was not too challenging to see your own reflection in the corners of his soul, much like you could sense that he was reading you. He reminded you of an angel who was tired of praying, barely capable of carrying his body. Pressed down by the story that had been written for him, he was likely here for an escape, to drown out the sounds of whatever he was running from. Perhaps you should be friendly, and welcome this lost soul. After all, he could be unaware of where he is nor of what unspoken rules exist around here. The least you could do is make him feel at home-

“You made a mess,” and just like that, all desire to be amiable flew out of the window and into the sea. His curt comment was like a burning cold scalpel, words too familiar to be neutral and well-received. 

Before you could respond, the man was well on his way to the bathroom, and judging by the slam of the door, he was not very pleased to see the rearrangements you had made. No comments followed, however, and instead, the pause was filled by the sound of running water, followed by a muffled mumbling when following a couple of rattles, the pressure inevitably dropped and there was barely a trickle. You shook your head, amused by how this man had been living in this property without the basic knowhow. Clearly, he was one of the many cityfolk who wanted to try his luck while on holiday. Exotic stay to talk about with his glamorous friends, you bet. For him to explain how ‘the bucolic was not even as appealing as literature made it out to be’. Standard. Faceless. You would forget him in no time, especially since he would probably leave before it got less fun and more mundane to stay out in the wilderness. That pretty face should not know harshness. With a huff, you set the tin down onto the counter and set the oven to preheat. With swift, irritated movements, you took to lining the metal with the dough, and in no time shifted to ladling the filling inside, halting to watch the last of the fruity cinnamon remnants dribble from the bowl down to join the rest of the sweet and sour promise.

The man returned when you were in the process of lacing strings of dough together to structure a coherent design. With an embarrassing surgical precision, you focused on the patterns - culinary sutures, almost horrified by the technique that you could not prevent from channelling itself through your body, to your very fingertips especially now that there was an audience. If he wanted to give you a stern talking to, it had quickly dissipated and mid-stride, the stranger was observing you as though you were carrying out a sacred ritual. The spotlight was on you as you demonstrated how to put the flesh back together. Piecing the skin bit by bit so as to ensure minimal scarring, careful now, people come to you to make themselves feel beautiful after all. String by string, the pie was looking more like itself, a recipe book photograph, something worthy of immortalising as the model step before baking. A beeping confirmed that the patient was relaxed, steady, with a perfect heart rate - good, all the readings were steady, now all you needed was to make the final - you felt for the tray finding empty space. Did someone misplace the tools? Panic shot into your nervous system and with a jolt you pushed yourself away from the table, only to find yourself gazing, startled, at someone who you had begun to assume was an intern. The guest, or cohabitant? An eyebrow raised, the ghost of a smirk on his lips as he took in your state. You clicked your tongue, finally putting two and two together and grabbing the timer behind you, purposefully taking your time so that you would not have to look at your newfound personification of madness for longer than necessary. So much for an introduction; the figure who was still a mystery to you slinked back into the shadows, with only the click of the office door serving as a confirmation that he was real. You rubbed your temples, the distant thrumming of a headache resembling a thunder that crawled over the horizon. Demonstratively, you sprinkled some flour onto a previously clean spot on the wooden countertop, only to automatically reach for the towel and drop the action again. No, it was time to bake. You needed to bake. You needed to make this place feel like home for the next couple of months, even if this peculiar character was going to be sharing it...

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•Chapter List • Levi Ackerman x OC female

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“I want to confess as best I can, but my heart is void. The void is a mirror. I see my face and feel loathing and horror. My indifference to man has shut me out. I live now in a world of ghosts, a prisoner in my dreams.”

- Ingmar Bergman

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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a bittersweet glow over the Training Corps grounds. Iris, Alexander, and their two comrades stood amidst the dwindling light, their hearts heavy and minds cloudy. Captain Erwin's words hung in the air, like a shroud of uncertainty, as he revealed the harsh realities of life within the Scout Regiment.

Around them, cadets began to shift and murmur, torn between dreams of glory and the harsh truths Erwin had laid bare. Iris's gaze darted between the departing cadets and the unwavering commander before her, her heart a tumultuous sea of fear, determination, and doubt.

Captain Erwin's voice, steady and resolute, seemed to pierce through the gathering dusk. "Now, having heard this dismal state of affairs," he proclaimed, "whoever still wishes to put their life on the line and join us, remain here. But first, ask yourself: Can you give your heart? Can you give everything to humanity? That is all. Those wanting to join other regimens are dismissed."

The cadets' collective breaths seemed to hold as Erwin's question echoed in the gathering gloom. Iris's heart raced, a symphony of emotions echoing within her chest. She felt the weight of the world pressing down on her, the daunting choice they were all about to make.

Beside her, Alexander's hand tightened around hers, his eyes unwavering. In that moment, he was not just her lover but the embodiment of their shared hopes and fears. His presence, his unwavering resolve, was her anchor amidst the tumult.

As the cadets made their choices, Iris couldn't help but feel a tremor of uncertainty. The world beyond the walls was an uncharted territory, fraught with peril and unknown horrors. She had always been the voice of optimism and encouragement among her peers, but now she found herself grappling with her own doubts and fears.

But as Iris glanced at Alexander, his resolve unshaken, she felt a renewed sense of determination. He was the beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness, and she knew that they could face whatever challenges lay ahead as long as they faced them together.

In the end, only ten cadets remained standing, their hearts heavy but their spirits unbroken. They didn't want to be there, but deep down they knew they had to join.

Erwin's gaze swept over the small, resolute group, his voice laden with significance.

"I ask you, if I order you to die today, could you do it?"

Alexander, though his voice trembled with fear, spoke on behalf of them all, "We don't want to die, sir."

Erwin's lips curled into a knowing smile, his eyes conveying the weight of their shared decision.

"Of course," he replied, "let us hope that you don't then. You who stayed, you are now one of us. Allow me to welcome you to the Scout Regiment. This is a genuine salute, soldiers. Together, we give our hearts."

With unwavering determination, they joined in the traditional Scout Regiment salute, shouting, "Sir!"

Fear still gripped the hearts of the cadets, Iris, Petra, and their comrades included. Hange's voice quivered as she voiced her doubt,

"I'm worried I made the wrong choice."

Iris, her voice filled with vulnerability, nodded solemnly. "I have my doubts too."

Alexander, unyielding in his resolve, added, "We're all in this together. There's no turning back now."

"Suck it up Hange." Gunther laughed but sweat dripped down his face as his thoughts raced, the memories of his family flooding his mind. 

As the moment settled in, Captain Erwin's voice rang out once more, his words resonating through the hearts of the new recruits.

"Those of you standing here have worked through your fear. You have proven yourselves courageous. Each one of you has my respect."

And so, the ten cadets took their first steps into the treacherous world beyond the walls, their hearts heavy with fear and uncertainty, but their determination unwavering.

Why am I doing this?

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Mindy Meeks Martin x Fem! Reader

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Requested by Anonymous: “Mindy and y/n are dating and anika is about to fall of the ladder and y/n grabs anika before she does and pulls anika up, and after they all go to the hospital and get patched up and, Mindy does a stab marathon w y/n bc mindys proud of her :)”

Summary: Ghostface attacks the group, and somehow everyone survives.

Warnings: SPOILERS, SPOILERS, SPOILERS Angst, Gore, Stabbing, Blood, Signs of PTSD

A/N: I hated writing this on my phone, but I guess that is what I get for being clumsy. 😩

Anyways, this request was fun to write. I did change a few things from the movie, but not too much. Minor details.

Don’t read if you don’t want Scream 6 spoilers.

And I hope you guys enjoy it. ☺️

Words: 3.4K

Halloween.

A day that emits a constant fear out of me. Thanks to Gale’s books that she continues to write (no matter how many times she gets punched and ridiculed for it), and the Stab movies that follow, Ghostface costume sales have gone through the roof. Everywhere I turn, a Ghostface is lingering nearby, and it doesn’t help that the killings were starting up again. It takes a lot out of me not to pull out the small pocket knife that I’ve been carrying since the Legacy killings back in Woodsboro.

After Sam and Tara were attacked at a bodega, Sam insisted on the whole friend group staying over, including our friends who didn’t fall victim to the events that happened a year ago. So Chad and Tara were in the process of making dinner for everyone, and Mindy and I decided to help out by preparing the table. Everyone else was off doing their own things, all around the house.

I place the last set of utensils that I had in my hand down on the table and look up at Mindy. Everything about her was mesmerizing to me. From the day I met her, I knew I didn’t deserve her, but she chose me, in the end. And the way her mind works, as if everything was a movie, intrigued me. Her thoughts were what made Mindy Mindy, and just the thought made me smile. Nothing had changed about Mindy, besides her hair.

‘I love her.’

Those 3 words are all I could think about when I am around Mindy. But I couldn’t admit that to Mindy, because the last time I admitted my feelings, I was stabbed right after.

That night at Amber’s house constantly replayed in my head.

“I like you, Mindy,” I said with a blush. I shyly looked over at the girl next to me. A shaky breath left my mouth as my Y/E/C eyes met her beautiful brown eyes. The original Stab movie that we were watching reflected off the iris in her eye.

I watched as Mindy’s blank face slowly shifted into a grin. I could see the gears turning in her head as her soft fingers caressed my cheek. “Oh, my naive little Y/N. You are so cute when you act all shy. You know, not all my movie knowledge is in the horror department. I know the basic signs of romance. The tensing of the body whenever I get close. The constant blushing anytime I speak directly to you. The-”

“You could have just said that you like me back,” I spoke with a sigh as my head shifted away from the girl. I hear a soft chuckle before a pair of soft, plump lips press against my cheek. She slowly pulled away, making my body fill with heat. “I like you too,” She mumbled into my ear.

“I-I have to go to the bathroom. Brb.” I nervously stood from my spot on the couch and walked out of the room. Mindy was left confused as I rushed down the hall and into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, hoping that maybe I could give myself some confidence, but it didn’t work. The sound of someone trying to open the door echoed through the bathroom. “Someone’s in here,” I called out to whoever was at the door, but then they began to knock. I assumed it was Mindy trying to get me back to the movie. I still wasn’t ready to face the girl, so I responded with, “Mindy, this isn’t funny. I told you I had to go to the restroom. Cool your jets. We can finish the movie in just a sec.” My voice was still a little shaky as I looked at myself in disappointment.

But it didn’t stop there. I realized it wasn’t Mindy when whoever was at the door began to pound causing me to swiftly turn around and open the door. “Hey, I said-” A cloaked hand covered my mouth as I felt a sudden pain in my abdomen. It was the worst pain I had ever felt in my entire life. Ghostface stood in front of me with a knife wedged in my stomach. He pulled the metal weapon out of my body and I grabbed my stomach in pain. Blood pooled through my fingers, leaving my hands stained. I felt a scream leave my throat before Ghostface tackled me down to the ground, and everything went dark.

“Y/N,” Mindy calls out to me. I was back in Sam and Tara’s apartment, and Mindy was standing across from me. I looked down, inspecting myself for any stab wounds or blood, but nothing appeared to be wrong. ‘I must have zoned out,’ I thought to myself, looking back up at Mindy.

“You good?” She asks, giving me a concerned look. I nod, trying to ease her worry, but it didn’t. “You zoned out,” She says, grabbing ahold of my face, turning it from side to side to see if anything was wrong.

“I’m fine, Mindy,” I mutter as I push away her hands. I can tell she doesn’t believe me, but she ignores it. I don’t blame her. I knew that if she did something like that, I would be worried too, but ever since I checked out of the hospital last year, I hated when people asked me if I was okay. I felt as if I was being coddled, and I hated that feeling.

Mindy’s gaze moved from off of me and onto Chad and Tara. I watched as her frown became a smirk. “Look,” she repeats, aggressively slapping my shoulder. I wince in pain as I grab ahold of the shoulder she slapped, and I turn around, facing the direction she was pointing at.

Tara and Chad were talking it up in the kitchen. They weren’t physically showing affection for the other, but you could tell by the look in their eyes that they had feelings for each other. It reminded me of how Mindy and I looked at each other before we got together.

“They’re so cute together, and they don’t even know it,” I said, staring at the two with a loving smile.

Mindy began to cringe at my comment. “It’s not cute, it’s annoying, and disgusting to watch.” She then began making gagging sounds, catching the attention of Chad and Tara. I elbowed Mindy for doing what she did, and shaking my head in disbelief, but she continued to speak. “Will you two just make out already?” She asked.

Chad fires back, “Mindy, that is so inappropriate, dude.” Mindy throws her hands up in surrender and I just watch in amusement. “Okay- Whatever. Just hurry it up,” she groaned.

We made our way to the kitchen with Chad and Tara, right Sam walked in with a bottle of wine. Mindy tried telling Sam that we didn’t need to be here, but Sam didn’t agree. “Oh, please,” she scoffed at Mindy. “You and Y/N just want to be alone together.” Chad and Tara laughed as Mindy and I shrugged and gave each other knowing looks.

The conversation then went on to how we would all be safe as one rather than be in separate locations. Chad looked around the group before saying, “This’ll be so fun. A little sleepover with the Core 5.” Everyone looked at Chad, questioning him about the nickname he just gave the group.

He passed a high five around to everyone, hoping to confirm the nickname, which everyone disagreed with. But when he got to me, I cringed at the nickname, but I felt bad. Being the “people pleaser” that I am, I high five the boy back in pity, but Chad didn’t see it that way. “Yesss,” he cheered as the 3 other girls began to berate me for agreeing with the boy.

Anika calls us into the living room where the tv screen shows a news report. It spoke about how the police’s main suspect in the murder against Jason and Greg was Sam. I look over at Sam, giving her a sympathetic look as I begin to notice that her body is tense and she looked as if all the air had been knocked out of her.

I look back at the tv when a video of the frat party came on. Sam quickly moves from behind the couch to turn off the tv, and goes to sit at the dining room table. Tara’s the first one to engage in conversation with the girl before Chad, Mindy, and I join in.

We talk for some time, trying to cheer the girl up. Chad reminds all of us why we all came to New York together, which sparks something we never thought we’d hear. “We are the Core fucking Five,” Mindy says, prompting Chad to pull Mindy and I into a hug. Mindy and I give each other a look before rolling our eyes with a smile.

“Yeah, we are,” he cheers. I shake my head “no” at the boy as Tara and Sam watch us, also wearing a smile. We try to get Tara to say it, but she’s too stubborn.

“I’ve been sleeping with cute boy, from across the hall,” Sam says out of the blue. We all give each other a look before cheering.

“I knew it. I knew it. I fucking knew it,” I say over everyone else’s confirmations. We all stick our hands into the middle of the table, initiating what Chad called a “Core 5” high-five.

It wasn’t until Sam’s phone went off for all of us to go bizarre. It was Danny, AKA cute boy from across the hall. Tara grabs Sam’s phone and acts as if she answered the phone. “So, uh, what are your intentions?” She asks, earning laughs from all around the table.

Sam tried grabbing her phone from her sister, but Tara was quick to push her hand away. When she gets the phone back she declines Danny’s call, saying she’ll call him back.

Moans began to sound from Quinn’s room, just as Sam put her phone down, which made for another joke at the table. When banging sounds started, all our phones went off, signaling a group text. We open our phones to a picture of Ghostface strangling Quinn in her room, and suddenly time just stopped.

I sat in my seat, frozen. I continued to stare at the image as everyone stood up. I felt as if I couldn’t move. As if I was paralyzed. It wasn’t until Ghostface threw Quinn’s dead body out of the room, and revealed himself for me to finally look up.

When my eyes met the dark eyes of the Ghostface mask, I could feel as if whoever was under there was staring me down. I could practically see the smirk on their face. I had a bad feeling about tonight.

Tara and Chad quickly ran out the door as Mindy ran towards the masked killer. Ghostface slacked Mindy’s arm and she fell in pain. I quickly stood from my spot and ran towards Mindy. “Mindy!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Ghostface was beginning to attack Mindy again, but Anika moved the attention off of her by attacking them. Ghostface began to choke Anika, stabbing her in the stomach. I froze in my spot, next to the table as I began to remember the pain I felt when Richie stabbed me the same way.

“Y/N!” I heard Mindy scream. Her screams quickly pulled me out of my trance. I grabbed a dining room chair and made my way over to Ghostface and Anika. The girls screams filled the room as Ghostface dug deeper into Anika which their knife. I lifted the chair over my head and broke it against Ghostface’s back, causing the killer to topple over.

I helped Mindy and Anika stand as I passed Anika off to Mindy, and told her to run. Mindy did as I told her before a cloaked hand grabbed my shoulder and slammed me into the wall. Ghostface stood in front of me, staring at me for a second before stabbing me in the stomach. All the pain that I felt last year rushed back to me as I screamed in agony.

Ghostface twisted the knife in my stomach before yanking it out, causing me to scream louder. I held my stomach in pain, as blood poured out of me. Somehow this felt worse than the first time. Ghostface raised the knife, ready to attack when Sam came up behind them and smacked them over the head with a knife block. Ghostface toppled over, causing the knife to drop off of their hand. The knife slashed my shoulder and I cried out in pain.

“Shit,” I cried as Sam helped me up. We rushed into Sam’s room, where we found Anika and Mindy holding themselves in pain. Sam locked her door before Ghostface could enter. When the banging stopped, Sam remembered the bathroom door was still open, and with Mindy being the closest, she told her to close it.

“Ah, fuck, that guy’s dead,” I heard from Mindy. She began to scream, so I moved as fast as I could to help her. She was struggling to close the door as Ghostface attempted to slash her with their knife. I pulled Mindy back into the room, allowing for Sam to close and lock the door before Ghostface could enter.

Sam and Danny made a plan to escape while Ghostface banged against the door. Mindy held the door shut as I pushed the dresser against the door.

Danny passed a ladder over, telling us to climb over. Sam called me over, but Mindy and I were busy trying to keep Ghostface out. We both urged Sam to go first, which she did hesitantly.

When Sam got over, I turned Mindy and looked her in the eye. “I don’t want to lose you. I don’t know what I would do if you died and I lived. You have to go first, Mindy,” I said through my tears. Mindy shook her head and continued to mumble “no” repeatedly as she cried. I wiped her tears with my bloody fingers as I nodded yes. “You have to go, Mindy. If not for me, then do it for Chad.”

She stared me in the eyes for a total of five seconds before she gave me a soft, yet passionate kiss on the lips. I pulled her closer almost like a goodbye kiss, but she pulled away and said, “I’ll see you on the other side.” I saluted her as she exited through the window.

I waited a few seconds before making sure the door was secure. I made my way to Anika. “It’s okay. We’re gonna get you to a hospital. We just have to get you over to Danny’s. Come on,” I said, helping Anika walk over to the window with her arm around my shoulders.

She pulled herself away from me, leaning against the wall. “No, Y/N, you go. I’ll be fine. Go first,” Anika spoke through her pain. I watched as her blood Oozed from her stomach, where she held herself.

I refused to take no for an answer. I grabbed the girl and basically pushed her out the window. She was in the most pain, so she took longer to climb over.

I looked over at the door, seeing Ghostface was almost in. I hurriedly began to climb out the window, even with Anika still climbing over. I rushed to be directly behind Anika as the shouts from Danny’s got louder. I looked behind me, seeing Ghostface standing at the window. When I looked toward Mindy, the ladder began to rattle. I look back at Ghostface, seeing them shaking the ladder.

“Anika, we have to move quicker,” I spoke, trying to hold my balance. Anika sat frozen on the ladder. “Come on, Anika.”

“I know. I’m scared,” she cried. I noticed that her grip wasn’t holding on as well as mine and that with one more shake she’d be done for. I looked at where Anika was and where we were from Danny’s apartment and I took a leap of faith. I gently pushed Anika close enough to grab Sam’s hand.

She quickly pulled her in before another shake came to the ladder. I crawled a little more before feeling myself start to slip. “You got this Y/N,” I heard Mindy call out. But between the constant shaking and the major loss of blood, I didn’t feel like I had this.”

I felt my leg fall through the gap in the ladder as another shake came about. I slipped, feeling myself scream and close my eyes, but I didn’t feel myself falling. I’ve been on enough drop towers to know that this certainly wasn’t it.

I opened my eyes and there I was, holding onto the ladder as if I was on the monkey bars. I laughed at my amazing reflexes, but it didn’t last long for another shake. I tried my best to ignore the pain from the stab wounds and I began to climb. I felt like a little kid again. Like I was at the playground. I tried channeling those thoughts before I made it to the last bar.

Danny reached his hands out from between the bars. I accepted his help and shakily grabbed his hand. He attempted to pull me up through the bars, which proved to be more difficult than I thought. As my body slipped through the bars, my stomach slid against them causing me to scream in pain. Danny didn’t flinch, only mumbling “sorry” over and over again, continuing to pull me up. Sam joined in and I eventually made it through, but I’d lost so much blood that I just passed out.

I woke up in the hospital. Mindy was the only one in the room. She sat next my bed while holding my hand, but her attention wasn’t on me. It was on the tv, which was playing the original stab movie.

“You’re not finishing the movie without me are you?” I questioned with a raspy voice.

Shocked, she looked over at me, pulling me into a hug. I groaned in pain causing her to quickly let go. “Sorry, I’m just happy you’re awake,” she said, looking down at me with a happy smile. Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched me. I watched her also, noticing that she only wiped her tears when she sniffled.

“Where is everyone?” I asked, looking around.

Mindy smiled, “You missed everything, babe.” I looked at her confused before telling her to continue. “Well, how do I start? You’ve been in a medically induced coma for 3 days. Doctor said Ghostface really messed you up, and that you almost didn’t make it. But here you are,” she said, adding flare with her hands.

“So is it over?” I questioned, eager to hear about everything.

“Yes, Ethan, Quinn, and Officer Bailey turned out to be the Ghostfaces taunting us. And-“

“Wait… Quinn was one of the Ghostface? I thought she was dead.”

“And that’s why you shouldn’t trust someone with a cop for a father. They faked her death with Officer Bailey arriving first to switch the bodies,” She explained.

I shook my head in disbelief. I took my unused hand and tried to hide my face in it. Mindy squeezed the hand she was holding before continuing. “You saved Anika. She probably wouldn’t have made it if you didn’t push her through. She also stayed in the hospital. In the end, Gale and Kirby almost died, but they survived. I was stabbed on the subway. Chad somehow survived a shit load of jabs at his abdomen, and Sam and Tara ended up getting stitches. So far, everyone is getting discharged tomorrow.”

“That’s good,” I softly spoke before my face scrunched in confusion. “Wait, you were stabbed?” I asked, concerned.

“Yes. Keep up, babe,” she said quickly as if she didn’t want to talk about it. “Want to have a Stab marathon, like old times?”

I smiled at the girl and rolled my eyes. “Sure. But we are talking about this later. Understand?” I scowled at her.

“Yes, mom,” she mocked with a salute.

Mindy restarted the first stab movie, sitting back into her chair. As soon as the movie started, I pulled her into the hospital bed with me, and we started our marathon.

A/N: So, I rewatched the movie to write this, and it took me two watches to realize how much these mfs be fucking Ghostface up, and yet the mfs behind the mask don’t have no bruises, wounds, or nothing. I’m sooo confused.😐🤷🏽‍♀️

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"Sun and Rain Part 2: Age of the Empire:

Chapter 36

"Your Own Person"

A "Bad Batch" fanfic!

Pairing: Hunter x fem OC, Echo (more best friend pairing)

A/N: Back again, my lovelies!! I'll be honest, this chapter is a bit shorter and I feel like I'm not as happy with this one, but I also think it might still be entertaining enough 😁 Hope y'all still like it!

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《 Chapter 35

》 Chapter 37

All chapters (Part 2) (Part 1)

Explanation: The Bad Batch must retrieve the stolen spice for the Pykes to ensure the safety of Kimber, Omega and their friends. Meanwhile, Irys and Roland discuss the past.

It didn't seem to take long before everyone inside the back office heard the doors to the parlor slide open, which meant someone had come in. The Pykes suspected it was whoever took their spice, coming back to finish the job. They ordered Roland to walk out first to identify the person they wanted while the girls were pulled by the other Pykes behind him. Sure enough, when they came around the corner from the hallway into the main area of the parlor, there were Cid and the Clones.

“That's her. She's the one you want,” Roland told the Pyke leader, pointing at Cid.

Hunter caught sight of Kimber, as did the others, but she quickly shook her head at them, indicating for them not to say anything. 

The Pyke leader moved forward and stated directly, “It has come to my attention that you have stolen our shipment of spice. Return it to us and we will consider this issue resolved.”

“Not sure what he's been telling you, but we don't have any spice,” Cid lied.

The Pyke was silent for a brief moment before ordering, “Kill them all.”

Kimber opened her mouth to protest, but Hunter held up a hand and cried, “Wait!” As he moved protectively in front of Omega, he told the Pykes instead, “We don't have the spice on us, but we know where it is.”

“My patience is wearing very thin,” said the Pyke, ominously. “If you know where the spice is, then you should have no problem retrieving it. Until you do…the child stays here.”

Everyone's reactions to the Pyke's ultimatum were immediate. Omega crouched in fear behind Hunter, the Clones all whipped out their blasters and pointed them at the Pyke while Kimber, Irys and Lex struggled against the guards that held them to get to him. 

“Don't you dare touch her!” Kimber exclaimed. Even though, earlier, she'd acted like she didn't know those involved in taking the spice, the Pyke threatening Omega changed that for her.

The crime boss picked up on that right away as he turned over his shoulder to look at her. “Ah…so you do know them. Even better,” he said. Then looking back at the Batch and Cid, he said, “Even more incentive for you to retrieve the spice. The women and the child.”

“Not happening,” Hunter opposed.

“Keep us all you want, but leave the kid alone,” Lex protested. 

“You misunderstand,” said the Pyke, his head turning between the women and the Clones. “This is not a negotiation.”

The Clones were all glaring at the crime boss, ready to fight if they had to, but Cid spoke up, “If I may….” Then she turned back to the others and warned them in a hushed tone that at least Kimber could still hear, “You all don't realize who you're dealing with. If you don't lower your blasters, we're all gonna wish we were dead.” Cid laid a hand on Hunter's arm. “Let me handle this.”

The three ladies all exchanged wary looks upon hearing that last sentence.

Cid then faced the Pyke and said, “You've got a deal.”

“Cid!” Kimber cried in disbelief. She saw one of the guards move out from behind her and before he could get to Omega, she then held out her cuffed hands and told the girl, “Come to me, Omega.”

The girl, who had been behind Hunter, burst out from behind him and ran over to Kimber. Omega hugged her around her waist and Kimber laid her hands reassuringly on the girl’s shoulder. 

“It's going to be all right,” she said as the Pykes took Omega’s hands and cuffed them. Then Kimber looked across the way at Hunter and said while maintaining eye contact with him, “We'll keep you safe. I promise.”

It was clear she wasn't happy with the arrangement and neither was Hunter, but they both knew there wasn't much of a choice. Holstering his blaster and nodding to the others to do the same, he then spoke sternly to the Pyke leader, “We'll get the spice back…only if the kid and our friends remain unharmed.”

“They will not be harmed unless you don't return every ounce of spice owed to us,” the Pyke replied. “Be sure that you do…for their sake.”

Wrecker, Tech and Echo didn't look pleased either, but they still followed their leader and put down their weapons. Echo stole a look at Lex and Tech gave Irys a steadfast nod. Kimber cast a scowl at Cid as a warning that she'd better come through, knowing it was her fault they were in this mess in the first place. With that, the Clones and Cid left the parlor. 

“Well, we'd best make ourselves comfortable. Who knows how long we'll be here,” said Irys.

“We wouldn't be in this mess if you all hadn't gotten involved,” Roland spat. 

“No, we wouldn't be in this mess if you hadn't gotten in over your head, Durand,” said Lex in reply. 

Then Kimber said, “Enough, all of you. It doesn't matter. We're stuck here and the boys are getting the spice. Let's just be glad we're not dead.”

“Your friends better come through,” said Roland.

“They will,” she shot back. 

What felt like a long time had passed and the Bad Batch still had yet to return. The Pykes kept a close eye on their hostages while still pacing about the room. Everyone had sat themselves down on the floor in the center; Kimber and Omega were together next to Roland and then Irys and Lex were together on his other side. 

At one point, when the Pykes had temporarily left the room, Omega spotted a blaster left out by one of the Pykes and Kimber could see in her eyes a determined look. She knew what the girl was planning to do. 

She wasn't the only one who noticed  because, surprisingly, Roland spoke up and said, “Don't try it. They'll kill you.” Leaning his head back against the table behind him, he said, “If your friends don't return the spice, we're all dead. That's what happens when you meddle in other people's business.”

Kimber's jaw dropped and Omega questioned, “Us? You're the one who took Cid's parlor from her!”

“You take what you want. That's the Durand way. It's a tactic my mother has perfected,” Roland replied.

Next to him, Irys scoffed aloud. 

“So she's a criminal, too?” Omega asked.

Roland groaned in disgust and said back, “You make it sound so undignified.”

“Because it is,” Irys said flatly.

Frowning, Roland said over his shoulder to her, “I don't recall asking for your opinion, Irys.”

“Doesn't matter, I'm going to give it anyway,” she said.

After that, they all heard Ruby waddling over to them on the ground and she proceeded to crawl over into Omega's lap.

Noticing this, Roland pointed out, “Ruby doesn't take a liking to many people.”

“Don't worry, Ruby. We'll get out of this,” Omega assured the lizard, which made Kimber grin.

Then Roland sighed. “If Mother saw me now…,” he lamented.

Irys scoffed again. “That's really what you're worried about right now? What Mother Dearest would think of you?” she questioned him. “Do you even understand the magnitude of the situation you're in?”

“Please, enlighten me,” he said sarcastically. 

“Even when our friends bring back the spice, you're still going to be in a lot of trouble,” Irys said. “The Pykes don't like unpaid debts, but they hate being threatened even more…and you did exactly that. Not only did you not have their payment, but then you pulled a blaster on them and threatened them. You might be able to get them the spice, but your actions in the office might have cost you a great deal. You're going to be really lucky if you get out of this alive.”

They all could see there was fear in his eyes, but he was trying his best to mask it. “Since when do you care?” he said with a sneer, not looking at her. 

She rolled her eyes. “Believe me, I don't care about you,” she responded, “but punishment from the Pykes isn't something I would wish on anyone.”

“I never expected you to be so sentimental,” he said. 

“That's because you never really knew me,” she snapped. “All the things I did for you and your family, I only did because you all tricked me. I use my skills for good now. I use them to help people and I've even saved people with them.”

“Our Clone friends included,” Kimber put in. 

After acknowledging Kimber's comment, Irys continued, “Whoever you once thought I was, that's not who I am. The girl you pretended to be friends with--”

“It was never pretend,” Roland interrupted her, his head held low.

Irys went silent and Kimber, Omega and Lex's eyes all widened in astonishment.

“What?” asked Irys. 

Still not looking at her, he replied, “Despite everything we made you do; despite lying to you about what you were doing for my family…I never lied about thinking of you as my friend. That was real to me.”

Irys was taken aback, having not expected such a response from Roland. At any other time, she would’ve thought it was just another lie, but given the fact that he was a Pyke prisoner and more than likely wasn’t going to get out of the situation alive, what would he have to gain by lying to her now? No, his statement seemed genuine and honest, for once. 

Then he added, “If they are going to kill me…I at least needed you to know that.”

After taking a small moment to collect her thoughts, Irys then said back to him, “I thought of you as a friend once, too…but friends don’t lie to each other. Even if you considered what we had was real, you still lied to me about everything else. Everything that you and your family does is based on lies and crime and bad things.”

“I know…but that’s all I know. It’s all I’ve been raised on,” he said. Finally, he lifted his head and met Irys’ gaze, melancholy in his red eyes. “How could I do anything else?”

“You could make your own choices and not be your mother,” Lex interjected.

He let out a sigh. “It’s not that simple,” he said. 

“It’s okay to be your own person,” then said Omega. 

“It doesn’t matter,” he responded. Turning back to Irys, he stated, “Like you said: I might not even get out of this alive, so what’s even the point of pitying me at all? I tried to prove myself to my mother and I failed. That’s all there is to it.”

It was quiet for a moment before Irys said in a soft voice, “I know what it’s like to do your best to prove yourself only to make a big mistake. Maybe you and I aren’t so different after all.”

No one was quite sure how to respond, so the silence then hung in the air between all of them after that, especially as the Pykes returned into the room. The atmosphere grew uneasy again with the Pykes keeping their eyes on them while they continued to wait to hear back from the Bad Batch and Cid. 

Some time later, Kimber’s comm started chirping and everyone perked up at the sound. Then they all heard Hunter’s voice speak, “Kimber, it’s Hunter. We have the spice. We’ll be waiting at the ship in the hangar.”

The Pyke leader, looming over all of them, said directly to Kimber, “You will lead us to your ship.”

They all got to their feet and the Pykes put Kimber in the front so they all could follow her to the Marauder at the hangar. It didn’t take long for them to reach their destination and the Clones and Cid were already outside waiting. Wrecker was carrying out the crates and putting them on a dolley. The Pykes had them stop by the crates that were already loaded and proceeded to remove the stun cuffs off of everyone except Roland just as Wrecker brought out the last one and laid it out on the floor in front of them. One of the guards opened the crate and pulled out a package of spice for the leader to examine. 

Satisfied, the leader said to the Clones, “Since the spice has been returned, the matter between us is resolved.” However, he then withdrew his blade and pointed it at Roland behind him. “But not with you.”

The guards forcefully shoved Omega--who still held Ruby in her arms--and Kimber forward followed by Irys and Lex and they walked across to the Clones. Hunter reached out for Omega and Kimber moved beside him, Lex went straight to Echo and Irys stood by Tech. When they looked back, the Pyke guards were dragging Roland over to the crate, pushing his head down onto it as the Pyke leader lifted his knife into the air.

“Don’t!” Omega cried out, stepping forward, and causing the Pyke to pause. “He made a mistake, that’s all.”

Then, to everyone’s astonishment, Irys boldly came forward and agreed with Omega. “She’s right. What he did was reckless, but you got your spice back. That’s what matters. Killing him will only be starting war with Isa Durand, which I don’t think you want right now. Let him go, call this a bad deal and walk away while you can.”

“We do not accept bad deals,” the Pyke replied. 

Then he held his knife aloft and brought it down upon Roland. Everyone closed or shielded their eyes as they heard the knife make contact and Roland cried out in pain. Though, when they all looked again, they were shocked to see him clutching at the right side of his head and his horn lying on the crate. One of the guards picked it up and handed it to the leader.

Leering over Roland, the Pyke told him with finality, “Our business is finished. It would not be wise for our paths to cross again.” With that, he and the rest of the Pykes walked out of the hangar with their cart of spice.

Everyone was shocked that the Pykes had let Roland live and there was definite regret in his face after the Pykes left as well as pain from the loss of his horn. Omega went up to him, still holding Ruby.

“Are you okay?” she inquired.

Timidly, he answered as he stood up, “It’s a small price to pay.” After Omega handed Ruby to him, he said in a low voice to the rest of the group, “I’ll be going now.”

He turned around to leave and everyone noticed that Irys started following after him.

“Irys, what are you doing?” Kimber asked.

Roland halted and turned around.

The Togruta woman stopped and answered, “I still need to go with him. I have no choice if I'm to be sure you all will remain safe.”

“No, you don't,” Kimber replied firmly. “He told you you'd go back to Devaron once he made his deal with the Pykes. That deal is over now; it's null and void. You don't need to go back.” She redirected her attention at Roland, sternness in her face and in her tone as she went on to say to him, “Irys no longer has to go with you and if you still want to take her, you'll have to go through all of us to get her.”

His eyes glanced at everyone else, taking in their angry, warning looks they were giving him. At that moment, he was just tired and defeated from everything that had happened. “A Durand is not anything if not a person of their word,” he responded. He then looked at Irys. “Since the deal fell through, I won't send you back to my mother. I will still tell her I found you here...and that you're dead.” 

Irys’ eyes went wide in surprise.

“The hunt for you will be called off,” he said as he turned his back on her and, without waiting for a response from her or anyone, he and Ruby left the hangar.

Irys stood in place, dumbfounded at what Roland had just done for her. After years of running, she was now free. Finally free. She felt hands rest on both of her shoulders. To her left, she saw Lex and then to her right, she saw Kimber, both of them smiling gladly at her and she couldn’t help but smile back. Then the two girls hugged her tightly, overjoyed that she was both safe and free from being hunted. 

Behind them, they heard Cid declare that drinks were on her and Wrecker told her that she owed them way more than that before he and Echo took off running out of the hangar and in the  direction of the parlor. Lex was also excited about the prospect of free drinks so, after giving Irys one more squeeze on the shoulder, she ran off with Echo.

Kimber and Irys noticed that Hunter, Omega and Tech had lingered behind while Cid just walked past them, the clanking of her staff echoing in the hangar.

“Why did you stick up for him…after what he did?” Hunter inquired of Omega.

With a shrug, she simply said back, “I don’t know. Ruby likes him. Maybe he’s not all bad.”

He smiled endearingly at her and, content with that answer, he started walking away, grabbing Kimber’s hand as he passed by her and pulling her along, with Omega following after them.

Irys stayed in place, still processing everything, when she felt another hand tap on her arm and then Tech’s voice speaking to her, “Irys…I wish to pose the same query to you.” She looked at him and he went on, removing his hand, “Durand lied to you and forced you into a life in hiding. Omega, I understand being kind to him; that is her nature, but you...you of all people had far less of a reason to plead mercy on his behalf. Yet you did. Why did you?”

Feeling comfortable with Tech and taking a deep and slow breath, she answered him, “I used to believe I was a bad person because of the things I did for the Durand's, even if it was unknowingly. Nor have I ever considered myself brave because I'm always behind a screen or on a ship and not in a fight. Then I met all of you and started to believe I was a better person by using my skills to help others. Today, seeing how much all of you were willing to sacrifice for me because of my mistakes showed me that it was time for me to be brave, for once, and be the better person I am now. While Roland might not have deserved my pity...I suppose I saw myself in him in the moment. We both have made mistakes and I thought showing compassion was the best revenge.  Also...Roland genuinely thought of me as a friend once, as did I, despite how twisted the situation had been. I don't expect him to stop what he's doing, but maybe...maybe this might persuade him to show some compassion of his own one day.”

“He already has by saying he would tell his mother you're dead so you won't need to be on the run any longer,” said Tech in return. 

“I suppose that's true,” she replied.

Then he startled her slightly by laying a comforting hand on her shoulder. “You are a good person and you have always been brave,” he told her intently. “Choosing to act against oppression, whether on a battlefield or behind a screen, is still bravery.”

Irys smiled gratefully at him, touched by his genuine words. “I appreciate your concern and your support.”

“Of course. You are our friend.” He then cleared his throat and adjusted his goggles. “You are...my friend, Irys.” 

She placed a hand on his arm in return. “And you are mine, Tech.” 

He offered a small grin and bowed his head to her.

“I'm still smarter than you, though,” she then teased him, starting to walk away.

Without missing a beat, he fiddled with his goggles and said back, walking beside her, “That is debatable, as my mind is significantly more enhanced than yours.”

She scoffed in amusement. “I didn't need to enhance my mind to be as smart as I am. That happened all organically.” 

“Regardless…,” he said, suddenly stopping in place, “you are now no longer being hunted. You are free. Will you choose to remain on Ord Mantell with the Koriena Force?”

She too ceased walking and answered his question, “Of course, I will. The girls and all of you are my family. I'm not going anywhere.”

“Well…and here, I thought I was going to finally be free of you for good,” Tech responded.

Irys chuckled at him. “Now, don't get ahead of yourself there, hotshot. If I can't get rid of you, you're certainly not getting rid of me.”

The two of them walked on to catch up with the others at Cid’s parlor, continuing with their playful banter now that they knew Irys was going to be all right and was there to stay.

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pretty woman, this is me trying || finale

Summary: Bucky Barnes does not like to be touched. He’s completely ready to live a distant life and give up when the time is right. Until Stark hires him his own personal pretty woman. Over time, Bucky Barnes begins to learn how to touch again. How to feel again. How to love himself again.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female SexWorker!Reader

Trope(s): Holiday Fanfic ; Slow-Burn ; Friends to Lovers

Based on the Song(s): sweet nothing by Taylor Swift and Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

(14/14)

Mini-Series

Warnings: explicit language; reference to past SA; heartfelt confessions

Word Count: 2,000+

Author’s Note: Now, to be honest, I really hoped to make these chapters longer. But I wanted to published on Christmas Day and I haven’t had time to write all month. I truly hope I wrapped up this story well, and who knows? It could have epilogue next year or next month. I love you all. xxMoni

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     The day after Christmas was no better. Three times you had dressed and undressed, debating whether to leave your apartment and go speak with Bucky. You were both overthinking this and you were both in the wrong. Bucky shouldn’t have kept treating you like a flaky friend or kept his initial indecision a secret, and you shouldn’t have stormed away without hearing him out first.

You needed to see him. But your body wouldn’t let you get in your car and take matters into your own hands.

You flopped face-down onto your bed, releasing one long groan. When your lungs ached with the need for air, you sucked in a breath and repeated the process. Groaning until your throat was sore. You rolled over, instantly regretting it. You had washed your sheets, but not the pillowcases.

That heavenly mixture of snow and Starry Night. No swirling irises to accompany it, though.

“Do you want to come back the day after Christmas and show me how to jump?”

He chuckled, “It’s a date.”

You snapped up, replaying the words in your head.

Rockefeller Center, ice skating, the date.

Would Bucky remember? Would he even go?

You had to try. You missed Bucky, you missed Axel, you missed who you were when Bucky was with you. You missed the feeling of companionship. Of choosing who to spend that time with.

You didn’t want to be lonely anymore. Lainey would have kicked your ass all the way to Rockefeller by now, you bet.

After throwing on your winter jacket and boots, you sprinted out your front door, tripping only twice. Then turned back to your apartment, grabbed Bucky’s present, and repeated the tiring process of putting the key in the lock.

Stopping at Lainey’s old door, with absolutely no regard to whoever occupied it now, you declared, “I’m going to win him back. Because I love him, and I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

~

    “Are you sure she’ll be here?” Steve asked as he opened the car door for Bucky. Rockefeller Center looked to be even more crowded than the last time he had come. It was like a cruel joke, making the search for you that much harder.

“She was the one who suggested it,” Bucky explained. “And if what you said is true, she’s not mad at me.”

“Oh, she was mad. Maybe not with you entirely, but she was mad.”

Bucky scowled at his friend, though he was grateful to have a second pair of eyes aiding him. Bucky was grasping at straws. Either you remembered that you had suggested this date and had the same idea as him, or you forgot and he was here when he should be at your apartment.

Or—the worse option—you had remembered and chosen not to come.

Bucky hadn’t really thought about what he would do if that was the case. He was a big boy, and although it would hurt him to bits, he would have to survive. Your time teaching him how to receive touch again would not be wasted. He promised himself that.

“You take one side and I take the other?” Steve suggested, adjusting the baseball cap. “Or do you want to stick together?”

“We can cover more ground separated,” Bucky replied. “Don’t worry. I’m okay.”

Steve studied him for a moment, then took his word. “Text me when you find her.”

Bucky nodded, watching as Steve blended into the crowd.

Step one: Pass through this chaos.

Taking a deep breath, Bucky prepared his mind. None of these people were out to get him and self-defense was not necessary. Most people were here with their family and friends, not plotting the end of the world with his metal fist in mind. He clutched your gift as he held it in his jacket pocket, then moved.

Bucky pushed through the crowd, apologizing for shoving people too hard and smacking his shoulders against them. Most people moved out of his way, allowing him some air. He searched every visible face, every occupied bench, every person exiting from the buildings. He guessed you would be near the ice rink considering that’s where the date was going to take place, but he still focused everywhere.

Someone’s shoulder brushed across his shoulder blades, paralyzing him for a moment. It was a quick touch, one that was over before he could truly dwell in it. His body told him to run back to the car, to find refuge in his mountain of blankets. That behind his apartment door is where he would be truly safe.

Though his body craved that comfortable feeling of safety, his idea of safety was no longer the loneliness found behind a closed door. His safety was encased in your touch, in your bedsheets, in your presence.

So he continued to push and shove through the crowd, counting his breaths and picturing your face. This was for you. It would always be for you.

His heart stopped as he took in your face for the first time since you walked away from him. You had painted your lips red and thrown on the same cardigan and jacket that had been hanging on the hook beside your front door for the entire month now. You caught his line of sight, freezing in place.

He pushed through the last of the crowd, stopping a few feet from you. You had your hands in your jacket pockets, but you were still shaking in your boots. Bucky wanted nothing more than to run to you and provide you some warmth, but there were words that needed to be said. Things that needed to be addressed.

“If you want to leave me, I will fight you.”

Your eyes widened a fraction at his unexpected declaration.

“When Stark told me to find a date, I refused because I physically could not swallow that reality. I said no, but I had no choice.”

He continued quickly when your face fell. “But I told Stark that I trusted his judgment. He gave me an out, but I had already met you. You were loud, and inappropriate, and reminded me of me from when I was young.”

“Bucky—”

“A part of my innocence was stolen from me long ago. And as much as it kills me, I know I’ll never get it back. I didn’t deserve to have it ripped from me. I deserved happiness, and a home to return to, and soft hands and soup and a little corner store to call my own. But life fucked me over, and I got none of that. I got tortured, and wiped, and… assaulted, in a thousand ways. And for the longest time, I thought they stole the whole of me. I thought there was no hope. That there were no soft touches left in the world. But you… You make me want to try again. You make me believe that people can still be good in this world. Because you’re good, and you’re good to me, and I love you. I love you more than hot chocolate, more than biscuits, more than the Santa Clause movies. I love you. And I want you. I’ve wanted you since the moment you threw your arms up and introduced yourself. I’ve wanted you since our first picnic. I’ve wanted you since the first touch. I want you, I love you, and I just pray that you want me, too. That you love me, too.”

Multiple tears dripped from your eyes and down your cheeks. And when Bucky reached up, he found his cheeks were wet as well.

“I don’t expect you to quit your job or be solely mine. But I find myself running under your sweet nothings and I don’t want to abandon that feeling just yet. So I declare, the day after Christmas and surrounded by strangers, that I choose you too. I am scared of the world, and what they think of me, but I am not scared of you.”

“Bucky.”

Bucky sucked in a wobbly breath and pulled the bracelet from his pocket. It was handmade, green, and had a little L carved into the stone.

L for Lainey.

You stopped in front of him, turning the bracelet over in your fingers. Then you let him put it on your wrist. You cupped his cheeks with your surprisingly warm hands. Bucky whimpered sweetly, chasing the heat.

“I think you are courage incarnate, Bucky Barnes. Believe it or not, but you make me want to be strong. I have been lonely for so long and you showed me that friendship was still a real thing. I thought I had lost it forever, doomed to be stuck in a world that did not appreciate me.”

Bucky laid his forehead against yours, nearly hiccuping as your words pierced through his burning heart.

“I am yours. Only yours. And I’m sorry for being in my head too often.”

You pulled out a pair of fancy, leather gloves in his size, blushing. “It’s not as sentimental as the bracelet, but—”

He pressed a deep kiss to your mouth, holding you close. His chest warmed against yours instantly. His knees only needed to bend slightly to reach your lips. Your pinkies curled perfectly around each other.

How had he not noticed this before?

“Take me home,” he whispered, using his thumbs to wipe your tears away.

You nodded against him. Then, you giggled uncontrollably, melting against him.

“What?”

“Don’t forget Steve.”

Bucky shot a surprised look down at you. “How did you—”

“I know what his eyes feel like boring into my back by now.”

Sure enough, Bucky glanced up to see Steve watching your exchange with a genuine smile on his face.

~

     “Do you trust me?”

Steve huffed, his knuckles turning redder as his grip tightened against the railing. When Bucky had mentioned that Steve had always wanted to come to Rockefeller Center with him in the 1930s, you had assumed Steve knew how to ice skate. You didn’t expect a trembling Captain America scared to find his balance and refusing to let go of the support.

“I trust you, but if I fall then you’re going down with me by default.”

“Fair. Now let go of the railing,” you ordered, holding out your hand for him to take. You hadn’t told him you were a beginner ice skater yourself. But you figured, since Tony rented out the rink for private use for the next six hours, it was the perfect time to test this out.

Steve murmured a curse under his breath before reaching out his left hand. His right still held onto the railing, so he began stretching and involuntarily splitting his legs. “Help! Help!”

“Let go!” you laughed, taking his extended hand in your own. He slunk back together rather comically, wobbling as he gripped both your hands. “Now close your eyes and skate!”

“Wha—Why should I close my eyes?”

“It’s the only way to truly trust yourself!” you lied, sounding creepily authentic. You pushed off, taking him with you. He argued twice more before finally shutting his eyes, allowing you to lead him anywhere.

“There we go! You got it! Keep those eyes closed!”

He thankfully listened, unaware of where you were leading him. You would think his super soldier hearing would alert him of a new pair of skates on the ice, but his anxiety probably clouded his thoughts.

With a quick nod, you expertly exchanged Steve’s hands into Bucky’s.

Skating away but still at a close enough distance, you called out, “You can open your eyes now!”

Steve nearly tumbled, but his expression was one of pure elation. Uncontrollable, joyous laughter spilled from his mouth.

“Buck!”

Bucky only smiled, tugging Steve closer. Hand in hand, flesh on flesh, they skated the perimeter together. Not once did Bucky drop Steve’s hand.

It may have only been a battle won for Bucky, but this was an entire war won for Steve Rogers.

He was touching his best friend again. If it wasn’t for you, for Bucky’s determination and strength, it wouldn’t have been possible.

You skated to the railing and watched the childish men for the next hour, wiping away tears whenever they dropped from your eyes. Lifting your hands up, you snapped an imaginary picture. To save for later. To think about whenever you thought something was impossible.

Then you snapped another, a real one using your phone, for safekeeping.

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SKELETONS | ch. 43

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Summary: Daryl, Beth and Iris continue to wander, happening on some good fortune. But of course, luck runs out. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; Beth gets her foot stuck in a snare; personal reflection; mourning; suspicious food cache with presumably no consequences; funeral home; implications of mishandling human corpses; a dog, but we don't know what happens to it; Daryl sleeps in a casket; walker swarm; kidnapping

Chapter 43 - Partly Cloudy

“Are we close?” Iris asked softly.

“Almost done.” Daryl replied, equally quiet.

“How do you know?” Beth asked, frowning.

“Signs are all there. Just gotta read ‘em.” Daryl replied. Iris hummed disbelievingly. Well, she believed in him, sure. The signs, however, were a mystery to her. She zipped her jacket closed as a cool breeze whirled past. 

“What are we tracking?” Beth asked. Daryl had given her his crossbow, having actually taught her how to use it, in the case she would ever need to.

“You tell me.” He replied. She put the crossbow down, glancing back at him in frustration. “You’re the one who wanted to learn.”

“Well, something came though here.” She observed, looking at the tracks though the leaves on the ground. “Pattern’s all zig-zaggy. It’s a walker.” She realized, looking back with a smile.

“Maybe it’s a drunk.” Daryl joked, stroking his chin. Iris scoffed, nudging him with her elbow. Beth smiled proudly.

“I’m getting good at this.” She declared. “Pretty soon I won’t need you at all.”

“And thrown to the wolves, just like that.” Iris murmured, smiling.

“Yeah. Keep tracking.” Daryl replied, rolling his eyes at Iris’ cheesy smile. They turned the corner, following Beth and cape upon a large clearing of leaves. The walker knelt in the centre, presumably gorging itself on an unfortunate squirrel or something of the like. 

“It’s got a gun.” Iris said, bemused. Daryl nodded to Beth, who cocked the crossbow, taking a few steps forward. They watched her move slowly, silently, before a metallic snap and a sickening crunch had Beth stumbling to the ground. She whimpered in pain, shooting the walker but catching it in the mouth, missing the brain. Daryl ran forward, taking the crossbow from her as Iris knelt to the ground, inspecting her ankle.

A wired snare was cinched tightly around her foot, trailing off in some chains anchored to a tree. Iris cursed herself for not noticing them sooner. Beth cried out in pain, pulling her ankle closer as she tested the muscle.

“Can you move it?” Iris asked. She rolled her ankle slowly, nodding.

“Yeah.” She gasped, hissing in pain. Iris looked up at Daryl, who was sneering into the trees as if someone set the trap to catch humans on purpose. The whole clearing was probably full of them, the walker must have been eating an animal that got trapped. 

“C’mon.” Daryl knelt down, offering his strength. Beth put her arm over his shoulder, and he walked her around the clearing as Iris took point. They made it across the woods to a large cemetery, looking relatively clear. Iris thanked whoever was listening that at least those that died before couldn’t also come back as walkers. 

“Can we hold up a sec?” Beth asked, wincing as she tested the weight on her foot.

“You okay?” Daryl asked.

“I just need to sit down.” She said with a nod. Daryl nodded, handing Iris the crossbow before kneeling down in front of Beth, his back turned to her.

“Hop on.” He urged.

“Are you serious?” Beth asked. Daryl blew out a breath.

“Yeah, this is a serious piggyback. Jump up.” He replied. She put her hands on his shoulders, jumping into his grip. Iris tried to suppress her smile as he adjusted her weight evenly across his back. 

“Maybe there are people there.” Beth mused, looking over at the house at the edge of the cemetery.

“If there are, we’ll handle them.” Daryl assured. Iris walked onward, keeping the crossbow in her grip as she led them through the headstones toward the house.

“There are still good people, Daryl.” Beth chastised.

“I don’t think the good ones survive.” He replied simply. Iris paused, looking down at a particular headstone. Daryl stopped too, letting Beth down to step closer. He stooped at the edge of a sidewalk, plucking a wildflower from the ground and coming back to lay it on top of the headstone. It didn’t have a name, the dates scratched, but reading somewhere in the 19th century. Though, in bold, along the bottom, were the legible words Beloved Father. Iris took Beth’s hand in hers, linking their fingers together. 

They moved on after a few minutes to the house, finding the front door very neatly boarded up. Iris opened it, finding it unlocked as well. She kicked the doorframe a few times, loudly to draw out any walkers. Daryl whistled. After a minute with nothing, they stepped inside. It was neat, furnished, appearing relatively untouched. It felt odd, the huge colonial being so… clean. 

“Someone’s been tending to this place.” Iris realized, finding no single speck of dust in the banister.

“Careful. Might still be around.” Daryl murmured. She nodded, Beth hobbling behind them as they moved around through the house.

The first room to the left had a neat seating area, chairs pointed squarely at a casket on a table at the end. The man inside was pretty long dead, but still had the embalmed appearance for an open-casket funeral. Daryl scraped his hand across the man’s face, his fingers coming away covered in heavy, thick makeup.

They moved along into a tiled hallway, steps leading down into a morgue of some sort. There were two bodies on slabs, dressed neatly in pressed suits. Their faces were not nearly as made up, the decomposition having taken hold, though one had the beginnings of the same thick makeup. Daryl put his crossbow down, rifling through cupboards of chemicals and embalming fluids.

“Let’s get that ankle wrapped.” He stated, nodding down at Beth’s foot. He pulled a bundle of first aid supplies from the cabinet, though most of them were superficial. Bandages to cover wounds sustained in accidents for grieving families, but bandages nonetheless. He ripped the package open with his teeth, looking down at the bodies. They looked like walkers in suits. “Guess somebody ran out of dolls to dress up.” He grumbled.

“Sick.” Iris replied, cringing away from them. 

“It’s beautiful.” Beth corrected harshly. “Whoever did this cared. They wanted these people to get a funeral. They remembered these things were people. Before all this. They didn’t let it change them in the end. Don’t you think that’s beautiful?” Iris nodded, correcting her feelings about it. Beth was right, as upsetting as it may be. 

“It’s hard to remember sometimes.” She murmured. Daryl nodded his agreement. “Let’s fix that ankle.” Iris urged, motioning for Beth to hop up on the counter.

After they got her all fixed up, they moved on to the kitchen of the house, back upstairs. Daryl and Beth both hissed as they opened up cabinets and the refrigerator to find empty, pristine shelves. But Iris whistled.

“Holy shit.” She muttered. The other two turned, their eyes going wide at this persons apparent stash. They had full bottles of soda, jars of pasta sauce and various purees. Boxes of pasta, cans of soup. Gravy, stuffing, a full thanksgiving feast’s worth.

“Peanut butter and jelly, diet soda and pig’s feet.” Daryl mused. “That's a white trash brunch right there.”

“It all looks good to me.” Beth stated, grabbing herself a can of soup and a jar of peanut butter. 

“No, hold up. Ain’t a speck of dust on this.” Daryl muttered. There were jugs of fresh, distilled water, too. It was all extremely suspicious, and now Iris was nurturing the bad feeling gnawing in her stomach.

“I don’t like this.” She said uncomfortably. “Feels like a trap.”

“Who would do that?” Beth scoffed, but Iris and Daryl exchanged a look. Plenty of ugly people in the world to do ugly things. Including set a trap for starving, weary travellers. 

“We should have scoped this place out better.” Iris murmured. “Checked for snipers in the damn trees.”

“Either way, this is someone’s stash. We’ll take some of it and leave the rest, alright?” Daryl decided, picking and choosing.

“I knew it.” Beth said with a grin. “Like I said, there are still good people.” He replied by cracking open a jar of blueberry jam, shoving his tongue directly inside. “Ugh, gross.” Beth recoiled as Iris laughed.

“Those pig’s feet are mine.” He claimed as they rooted around in the cupboard. 

After eating, Daryl left to set up old tin cans and other loud things on tripwires at the house’s entrances. There was a side door and a back door, as well as a larger garage door where they found a hearse. Beth parked herself at a piano bench in another of the house’s receiving rooms, playing along quietly to the music someone abandoned on the stand. Iris got to lighting candles as the sun began to set. Daryl came back in to find Iris leaning against the doorway, listening to Beth’s soft singing.

“Place is nailed up tight.” He whispered, but Beth heard anyway, stopping to turn around on the bench. “Only way in is through the front door.” He meandered into the room, dropping his crossbow on a love seat before climbing into the empty casket on the table at the end.

“Oh, god.” Iris muttered, decidedly looking away.

“What are you doing?” Beth snickered.

“This is the comfiest bed I’ve had in years.” He replied, laying down.

“Really?”

“I ain’t kidding.” He shrugged, sighing into the plush pillow. Iris kept twitching to make sure the lid didn’t snap shut. A rational fear, in her opinion. “Why don’t you go ahead and play? Keep singing.”

“I thought my singing annoyed you.” Beth countered.

“There ain’t no jukebox, so…” He replied jokingly, his lips straightening out from their instinctive frown. It was the closest thing he’d given to a smile in weeks. Beth smiled in reply, turning back around to the piano. Her voice carried softly as Iris sat down on the love seat beside the crossbow, meeting Daryl’s gaze from inside the casket. His lips curved upward just a little bit more, and Iris offered a gentle smile, leaning her head back and letting her eyes flutter closed.

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The next day, they spent good time idling around, letting themselves relax a smidge for the first time in a long while. They were laughing softly around the kitchen island, joking about their lunch of canned peaches, diet soda and peanut butter when the tin cans from outside rattled. Daryl was on his feet faster than Iris could blink, crossbow in hand and out the door.

“Stay.” He hissed to both of them. They waited in baited silence for another sign of trouble. They heard the door creak open and Daryl sigh loudly. “It’s just a damn dog.” He called. Iris loosed a breath, coming around the corner to look at it. One eye, white fur and matted to all hell. Daryl reached forward to pet it, only to receive a yelp as it took off.

That evening, they were sitting down to eat again when Beth produced a pen and paper.

“I’m gonna leave a thank-you note.” Beth explained in response to their questioning looks.

“Why?” Daryl asked.

“For when they come back. If they come back.” She shrugged. “Even if they’re not coming back, I still want to say thanks.” They watched as she wrote the kind note, signing it from all three of them.

“Maybe you don’t have to leave that. Maybe we could stay here for a while.” Daryl murmured. Iris looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise. He pursed his lips and offered a small shrug. “They come back, we’ll just make it work. They may be nuts, but maybe it’ll be alright.”

“So you do still think there may be good people around.” Beth caught, smiling to herself. “What changed your mind?”

“You know…” Daryl trailed off, looking down into his jar of preserved fruit.

“What?”

“I don’t know.” He mumbled. Beth mirrored his grunt teasingly. 

“What changed your mind?” She repeated. There was a long beat of silence as Daryl’s gaze flicked to Iris, who looked up at the feeling of being watched. He stared for a moment before Beth sat back in her chair, smirking to herself. “Oh.” She mouthed. They all looked up at the sounds of the cans again, accompanied this time by a soft whine from the dog.

“Gonna give that mutt one more chance.” Daryl murmured, standing up and making his way to the door. As soon as he passed the threshold into the kitchen, Beth turned to Iris, silently wiggling her eyebrows at her. Iris rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Iris! Beth!” Daryl yelled from the door. Iris came running, finding Daryl struggling to hold the door closed against a swarm of walkers. She tossed him the crossbow, ushering Beth behind her as she pulled a few longer knives from her belt.

“Alright, Beth. You’re gonna run, okay? As fast as you can, don’t hurt yourself. Get your things, pry open a window and go up the road. We’ll meet you there.” Iris explained quickly, softly, and sternly. Beth nodded, her eyes wild with fear as she turned away. Daryl nodded to Iris before letting the door be shoved in, taking aim at a walker before they had to stagger backward. They were fast, and there were too many of them.

They ran through the thin hallways of the house, drawing the walkers after them with whistles and shouts, getting them as far from Beth as they could. They stabbed a few, as many as they could, before being cornered in the morgue room.

“Fuck.” Iris hissed. Daryl pulled one of the tables out, shoving it and the body atop it forward between them and the walkers. They both tried to keep it forward as much as they could, stabbing walkers one by one as they were pulled and prodded at by deadly fingers.

“You're gonna go under.” Daryl said, panting, yanking his knife out with a spray of thick brown blood.

“What?” Iris breathed.

“Under the table, crawl through their legs and out. I’ll be right behind you.” He assured, directing her gaze to an opening between the walkers. Iris gripped his shirt by the collar.

“Don’t you lie to me.” She hissed.

“Go!” He shouted. She dropped to the floor, army crawling as fast as she could through their legs, just barely making it to the other side. Daryl followed after her, to her relief, pinning the walkers in between the second table and the first. “S’go!” He repeated. Iris stabbed a walker at the entrance, him taking a second before they both stumbled up the stairs. They made it out the side door, both of them sprinting around the house, through the cemetery toward the road. They shoved through a small outcropping of trees, only to find the road empty. Save for a small backpack, Beth's small backpack, contents spilled across the asphalt.

They both turned at the squealing of tires to see a car’s tail lights as whoever it was drove away with Beth. There was no hesitation before they both started running after the car, but it was beyond hopeless, and they lost sight of it quickly.

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PSYCHO KILLER - SCREAM

Summary: in which Iris Morris has to navigate her personal relationships while surviving a psycho.

Warnings: Fem!reader, angst, mention of violence, swearing, mention of death, Amber freeman x Fem reader, Tara Carpenter x Fem reader, multiple parts.

Word count: 2k

A/n: the story will follow the events of Scream 5 and 6. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical mistake. Also I use Alycia Debnam Carey as Iris face claim but you all can use whoever you might like

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Reaching Amber's house didn't take them too much time and for Richie to realize which house was it, wasn't that hard either considering a party was going on. This isn't what she thought Amber refered to when she talked about a memorial.

"Perfect, your girlfriend is having a party Iris". Richie sarcastically said. "Completely normal, I mean who has a party in the middle of a killing spree? I'm aborting the plan.

Iris truly hated to admit that Richie was right, who the fuck would have a party right now?

"No, we're already here. I'll go in there quickly and get it. I'll be back in five". Sam opened the door.

"I'm coming too". Iris joined in and so did Tara.

"If you think I'm waiting out here just to get murdered, you're out of your mind".

"Look at you learning so much from the Stab movies. What else did you learn Richard?"

"Iris you're pissing me off, you know that right?".

"Yep love that, too easy bro".

Sam was the first to open the door, revealing flashing lights and a group of teenagers who were clearly drunk. As soon as everyone spotted Tara, they began cheering, and Amber emerged from the crowd to hug her.

"What are you doing out of the hospital?". She asked worriedly. "Should you even be up and around?".

"She needs her spare inhaler". Amber seemed to finally notice Iris's presence and her gaze hardened when she realized that wherever Iris was going, she was going with Tara. The moment lasted for a second before she questioned Tara over where they were going. Tara shooked her head apologetically in response.

"It's fine. Don't tell me, just be safe okay? I think it's in my room".

Amber faced the crowd to announce that the party was over, which was met with boos and expressions of disappointment. The three of them made their way upstairs as they heard Richie shouting to everyone that the party was over.

They walked down another hallway and ended up in Amber's bedroom. She let out a sigh when nothing appeared, leaning back against the door. "Tara you keep looking here, Iris and me are going to look in the other room, okay?" At Tara's hum of agreement, they walked to the room next doors.

Iris started looking for the inhaler but she saw Amber making no move to search for it.

"What are you doing? Not going to look?"

"When were you going to tell me, you were leaving with Tara?". Iris sighed, she realized Amber brought them to this room to talk, not to look for the inhaler.

"When we were already gone".

"I can't believe you had the audacity to leave without even saying goodbye, with her out of everyone". Amber got closer to her pointing a finger at her chest.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean Iris".

"I don't want to leave Amber, but I have no choice". She tried to calm the waters by placing a hand on her girl's cheek, smiling when she was allowed to do so. "I mean look at me darling, i have a black eye, a cut on the lip and trouble walking because I got stabbed on the thigh. My mom is worried this will get me killed".

"You're not going to get killed, I won't allow that". Amber sounded so sure of what she was saying, she almost believed her.

"Well you don't know that. Aside once everything calmed down, I was going to tell you to come with me". Iris smiled cheekily at her. "You didn't seriously think I would leave you behind".

"Well I don't know since you were so ready to leave with Tara". Amber rolled her eyes. "I thought you didn't like her".

"Well we finally solved our issues". Iris locked eyes with her. "It's crazy I hated her for something she didn't even know". She laughed quietly.

"What you mean? You never really told me what happened".

"Remember that letter I wrote? She never read it". She couldn't help but remember Tara's words. "And I never told you but there was an awful text I received from her phone but it turns out it wasn't her either". Amber was staring blankly at her no reaction at all. "Tara has the theory someone did it on purpose". She breathed out. "Insane right?".

"Yeah completely insane". Amber stared directly into her eyes as she said those words.

"Anyways, so we're cool now. Isn't that good? Now we can be the three of us just like we used to". Iris glanced at her hopefully but all she got was a blank stare from Amber which only lasted for a second before she masked it with a smile that seemed entirely too fake.

"Yeah that sounds good". Amber backed away from her touch.

"You don't sound too thrilled at the idea, why?".

"Well after everything with you and Tara..."

Ohhhh. She was worried. Iris quickly grabbed her hand and spun her around so she could hold her in her arms. "Don't tell me you're jealous, Freeman".

At Iris's smirk, Amber tried to wiggle herself out of her arms but she wasn't really trying. "Of course not, that would be ridiculous".

"Okay good, cause I don't care about the past, I only care about the present". Iris leaned forward so that her lips brushed Amber's. "And you are my present. I only want you".

Without a word, their lips collided in a kiss that was both frantic and fervent, a raw surge of emotion and need. Their breaths mingled, and the world around them dissolved into insignificance as their bodies pressed together, seeking solace in each other's embrace. Iris forgot about everything else as the only thing she cared about was the feeling of Amber's body pressed against her. She tilted her head to the side as Amber pushed her into the wall and ran her finger across her jaw, making her shiver under her touch. Amber smirked at the reaction she got from the girl and broke the kiss to reach lower and connect her lips to her neck. She peppered kisses along her jawline before she got to her ear. She bit down her earlobe, making Iris whimper at the feeling.

"You're mine" Amber whispered possesively. “Don't you ever forget that". She planted one more kiss to Iris's lips like she was  savorating the moment. "Cmon, let's go find Tara".

They found Tara in the other room waiting for them with her inhaler. They were heading downstairs to leave when they were startled by shouting and the sound of breaking glass coming from the living room. Tara and Iris looked at each other before the latter rushed to the room, finding Sam pressing a hand on a wound Mindy had in her shoulder. Iris wasted no time rushing to her best friend's side as she started pressing too.

"Mindy stay with me okay? Don't you dare". Iris hissed in fear. She couldn't lose her too.

"That's a lot of blood you guys". Mindy coughed in pain as she noticed the blood coating her shirt. She passed out and Iris started lightly slapping her cheek to keep her awake.

"No Mindy fuck no".

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?". Amber screamed in terror, her gaze flickering frantically between Sam and Iris, as she shouted at the blood coming from Mindy's shirt. Tara stood beside her in her crutches, staring at the scene in complete horror.

Amber got closer to them and she got down to inspect Mindy too. She then took hold of Iris's shoulder to keep her away from Sam.

"No, I didn't do anything, the killer he..." Sam stood up, trying to explain herself.

"Is she okay?".

The sound of beers clattering to the floor made everyone turned their heads towards the sound. "What the fuck?". Richie shakily said as he put his arms up.

"Richie where the fuck were you?"

"I went into the basement to get some beer". Richie shouted, pointing at the bottle shattered on the floor, his shock evident at seeing Mindy hurt in the corner of the room.

"You went to the basement alone?" Amber demanded.

"To get beer? What the fuck Richie?" Iris shouted at him as she tried to wake Mindy up.

"I asked her to come with me! She said no!" Richie replied. Panic erupted as the outside door burst open, and Liv rushed in, her hands smeared with blood.

"Stay the fuck back" Amber yelled pushing Tara and Iris behind her in order to protect them.

"Jesus christ". Liv sobbed as she noticed Mindy passed out on the floor coating in blood.

"I was with Tara and Iris, but the rest of you were wandering around". Amber crazily looked at everyone while pointing her finger at them. "One of you is the fucking killer".

"Fuck you Amber, fuck you". Liv was hyperventilating as she looked at her friends.

"Why is there blood on your hands?". Sam noticed and got into defense mode.

"What?" Liv looked down at her hands, noticing they were full of blood. "I found Chad, and he's..."

"Chad? No you're fucking lying". Iris tried to get close to the girl but Amber stopped her.

"You're the killer". Richie accused her.

"No, I'm not"

"Liv stop". They heard Liv shouting hysterically. "Liv just stop!" Amber said gesturing with her hands.

"Fuck you Amber. I'm not the fucking killer". Liv yelled back at Amber. They didn't know that was going to be the last time they heard Liv's voice.

"I know!" Amber snapped, her eyes rolling in exasperation at the argument and drama. Without hesitation, she pulled a gun from her belt and shot it straight into Liv's head, smirking as everyone gasped in horror at the sudden, shocking turn of events.

"Welcome to act three"

[idkelly]

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• Lalo salamanca x fem!reader, with some nacho too (best of both worlds), HEAVY on slowburn, and i love hurt comfort so bear with me •

CHAPTER ONE

A green hue was spread across the room, along with a buzzing sound that never seemed to have an end,filling each and everyone’s ear till it became white noise. Clearly the others noticed too, but they were far too busy in their heads, either thinking about some personal issues or, most likely, thoughts regarding the pet they brought here.

The waiting room wasn’t that boring; on the contrary, it was kind of entertaining. Seeing all kinds of people with their pets waiting—well, only a people watcher would enjoy it, and (Yn) sure did.

Especially having small conversations with the woman sitting next to her made the wait seem a lot shorter than it actually was. She was a woman, well in her 40s, it seemed, with shoulder-length blond hair mixed with some white hair and gleaming blue eyes that only portrayed comfort to whoever looked into them. She also had a German accent that made everything she said even more welcoming. She was sitting with her small white-furred puppy in her lap.

"So tell me, what’s a young soul like you doing in New Mexico?"

 (Yn) let out a small chuckle. "Beats me really; I just came here to take care of those who raised me. Oh, you know the saying, family is everything."

"I wish there were more people like you; most take them for granted." The woman wrapped her arm around the younger man’s shoulder. "Me and my husband want children; really, it was my idea, but the fear of being tossed after years made us agree on just having this little guy here." she said with a small smile as she brushed her fingers over the dog’s head.

Well, it really depends on how you raise them, though I’d say it’s also the child’s choice in the end, so I totally understand your point."

"True, there’s another reason: the fact that my husband's work always makes him spend days or weeks out of town; it’s really frustrating like he’s doing—

"Miss (Ln), please come on in." A voice spoke from the microphone above, making both women stop their conversation. (Yn) turned over and stood up after she gave the blond a side hug. "It was lovely meeting you... Come to think of it, I’ve never caught your name."

"Margarethe Szitzer, and you, young lady?"

"Iris Leoz” (Yn) answered with a smile as she shook her hand and said, "See you around, miss zeigler."

 Well, your cat is in perfect condition, but I suggest you trim her fingernails once every two months and don’t give her cheat meals as often; she’s enjoying them for sure, but her health is far more important."

 The vet was examining a cat, who sat on the table purring under the man’s touch, while the owner sat across the room looking over.

"But I love her being chunky; she’s much cuter while she wobbles around the house."

 "I think it’s far more cute if she walks around instead of being a corpse with a hernia in her belly surrounded by puke on your floor." The man glared through his glasses while Yn huffed and jumped off her chair, making her way to the examination table.

"The job?"

 "A protection job, bodyguard, 200 bucks."

"What else?"

"That's the best I got." He leaned over the cabinet behind him. " I know a loan shark. He always needs enforcement and recovery, pays well, and it’s steady work."

(Yn) hummed along as he continued, "Most of the time we were just talking intimidation, strictly verbal."

 "Most of the time I’m not breaking legs. Okay,  what else?"

"That’s all I've got at the moment; take it or leave it."

The nightbreeze hit Yn'’s skin, making it tingle, and as she walked out of the department, she pulled out her phone, dialing a number with a slight smile across her face. After a few rings, the phone was answered.

 "It’s done; I’ve got it." After a few seconds, she hung up the phone, and to the surprise of the wan that was watching her as he walked to the vet’s front door, she snapped the phone in half like it was a leaf. 

 It was either the casino or home; she didn’t know which one she should choose, but since she had a job to do tomorrow, the rational choice was her bed and snacks.

 The meeting place was a parking lot in a three-story building, not the most common meeting place, but it was still acceptable. She took the bus to not draw any suspicion whatsoever to her vehicle if something were to happen in the future. She did her hair in a style that she was most comfortable in; nothing would get in her way; and she wore a simple outfit.

 Walking into the parking lot, she was met with an older man with his arms crossed over his chest, definitely white as they come, bald head, couldn’t tell if it was either by choice or not, and also had the urge to lend him her sunscreen.

They greeted each other with a head nod; no words were exchanged.

Soon later, a giant man came along, wearing a gray hoodie with some jeans and a bald head. Is this a new trend in New Mexico?

This is the place where we wait?"

 "Think so."  The older man answered.

And then along came the fourth one, a skinnier,even younger leather jacket with military cargo pants and spikey hair. The type of guy that would try to be friends with his kid’s friends to appear more hip and cool

"So, what’d our guy tell you about the job?"

 "Not much," (Yn) said.

 "It’s a protection job, civilian. Guy is green as they come, but we’ll be there to make sure things fly right." without noticing, Yn and the old man beside her exchanged a look of confusion as to what this guy was thinking.

 "You've been doing this for how long? I assume we’re all heavy hitters, and it makes sense. The vet recommends the best of the best. Dealing with some of these ethnic types of blood, it tends to run a little hotter. That’s just science, physiology—

"Please grab a gun and shoot me in the head. I can't listen to this any longer." (Yn) whispered as the big guy let out a small chuckle and nudged her side, while the older man definitely heard her but didn’t give any reaction.

"Yo, little girl, what's chu packing?" with Yn finally turning her head and the blabbering man looking at him with confused eyes. Don't tell me he thought this was a gun job.

 "A Delicio"

"Sorry, what?"

"Delicio, a chocolate milk one, so much better than the strawberry." With that, she took out the small milkshake from her jacket pocket and took a sip.

The man let out a nervous laugh. "That’s really cute, old man, what’re you carrying then?"

 "A pimento sandwich" (Yn) lets out an audible laugh. "Pimento is a cheese. They call it the caviar of the south."

 “Listen, yo. If y'all don’t want to tell me what y'all are carrying, so be it. But you don’t have to be a douche about it.”

 "You asked what we were carrying, and we answered you." (Yn) added

 Wait, so you’re saying you guys don’t have a gun. How are you here without a gun?" his voice filled with confusion.

“I've got at least two guns on me that I’ll tell you about. I go old school with a Wilson Combat 1911, and I got a Glock 22 Gen. And those are just the ones I’ll tell you about," he added.

Only to receive a huh back from the old man beside him. (Yn) was so close to shoving the milkshake she had been sipping for the last half hour into his mouth to stop hearing that nonsense.

Finally, to ease the awkward tension, a vehicle has been spotted by the four as it makes its way to the location. The door opened to reveal the driver and the main reason for this job.

These people only get whiter for fuck sake, (Yn) thought. Man literally looks like if Makka Pakka turned human. What a fucking joke!

 After a few seconds, he spoke in a shaky tone, "Hi, Hello. My name is Price. Actually, that’s not my name. But I have a nephew named Price. I’ve always kind of liked that name."

Subconsciously, Yn's head turned to the old man only to find him already looking in her direction; they agreed that they were the mature ones here.

As the glasses man was blabbering about coffee and what not, the skinnier guy interjected, "Hey, I have a thought."

"How about you give me and Man Mountain 750 each?" should’ve choked him earlier. "And send Uncle Fester and Princess there home. they’re not carrying a gun. They’re useless."

"Is that true? You guys didn’t bring a gun?"

"We didn't think we needed one." (Yn) answered calmly.

"Shawty, listen, it’s a protection job; how in the hell are you going to protect your employee without—“

"I’ll tell you what, if we need a gun, I’ll just use one of his." Her attention never left the man who stood before her. "I agree to that," Gramps added.

"Really? One of my guns? How do you picture that happening exactly?"

 The old man hummed a little before answering, "Well, I guess I’m going to take it from you."

 Yep, and that’s how Uncle Fester ruffled skinny’s feathers, and now he’s challenging him to ‘take’ one of his guns. oh boy

 Only in 60 seconds do we have a man on the floor barely breathing with an old man who has three guns in his hands, while a mountain man runs like Princess Peach, and of course the job man watches this unravel.

 "All right," the old man said while he tossed the pistols into the trash can nearby. "Let’s go."

 "But we need three guys."

“No, buddy. We don’t need three guys. C’mon. Let’s go," the woman said as she tapped his shoulder while getting into the back seat.

The wait wasn’t long but instead boring as Gramps answered Price’s questions. For a first-timer, they were genuinely okay questions, but he should’ve done his research beforehand.

 A red truck finally made its way over; Yn  was still leaning onto the car right in the middle, while Gramps stood up and walked a bit to the right, and Price was already standing on the left side.

"I knew we needed three guys—I knew it. It’s a three-man job—"

"If you don’t get your shit together right this second, I’ll break your face as soon as the other guys leave. If you don’t have balls for shit like this, then don’t get involved in the business, you twit." 

And that seemed to shut him up while the old man was making his way forward.

Out of the car were two jobbing guys, all in black, and one guy who was wearing a dark red button-up with the first few buttons unbuttoned and a gold necklace dangling around his collar bone.

 shaved head that seemed to suit him quite nicely and a face structure that was great to show intimidation, he had some hardeyes she’s never seen before.

"Hello, Hi," Price said like he was a ringtone; it was cue for (Yn)  to walk up too, so we could better see this shitshow up close.

 "Do you have it?" The red-shirted man spoke, and (Yn) flashed a smile but quickly hid it to the surprise of the high-pitched voice of this guy, but it didn’t go unnoticed, by him at least.

"I do."

"Do you have the money?" a yellow envelope was handed over.

As Price was back in the car, silence filled the scene. Red Shirt was looking straight ahead at the guy he was dealing with, but he couldn’t help but feel like some eyes were burning holes through him.

He knew it was the woman, but it definitely wasn’t a stare of interest; more so, on the studying side, looking back at her, she didn’t seem to have any intention of breaking the eye contact they held, and neither did he.

 The deal ended with the guy handing over a twenty-dollar bill and taking home the pills he held.

In the car (Yn) and Gramps got paid. While Price was asking questions, the woman tuned in in the middle of the conversation. "Now, that fella you just met, his name is Ignacio Varga."

"He runs with a connected crew of drug dealers. This deal he’s doing with you he’s doing outside his crew; he doesn’t want his bosses to know, so it was in his best interest that things go smoothly."

"So the lesson is, if you’re going to be a criminal, do your homework." The woman in the back added, "Now get us home; this place is too hot to have this conversation here."

The drop-off place was the same as the pick-up place, and without saying goodbye, Price turned home with his car.

"What’s your name?"

"Why should you know?"

"I know you know mine; it’s only fair," she smiled.

"mike hermentrout"

"Nice to meet you, Mike," she said, holding out her hand in a shake now with a smile that covered her whole face. Mike knew he shouldn’t mess with fire yet.

 "Nice to meet you too, (Yn)." Mike's eyes never left hers; he knew her sudden appearance didn’t mean good; it was far from that; a storm was coming.

as she turned around and excused herself, the man’s voice stopped her, "How’s your dad doing?"

“Actually, I'm on my way to see him right now. Wanna come?"

"Maybe another time."

[cyborg-franky]

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Thank you @mourning-iris for your support and I hope I wrote your girl good! This was fuuuun <3

Ace x OC TW: Yandere vibes SFW WC: 1,100

The kitchen was closed for the day, and most of the cleanup was done, which was why Ace was a little concerned. Vera wasn’t anywhere, he’d asked Thatch and other members of the fourth division but no one had seen where his girlfriend had snuck off to. Ace sighed and brushed a hand through his hair, stepping out onto the deck and staring out to sea.

He tried to ignore the unpleasant gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach. He felt the prickle of hot flames skirt across his shoulders as he narrowed his gaze into the distance. He hated to be apart from Vera for long, always there to collect them after her duties, wanting nothing more than to spend time with her.

The not knowing where she was picked at his insecurities. He balled his hands into fists and took a deep breath through his nose, filling his chest and letting it out. Calming himself, letting the worry of where she could be push aside the jealous feelings and thoughts of her spending time with someone else.

His shoulders tense but no longer glowing from embers of temper as he walked across the deck, following the string lights and lanterns that lit it up in the darkness of the evening. His boots clunked against the planks as he scanned across the deck. He sniffed the air, the smell of smoke filling his nose, the familiar scent catching his attention.

Following his nose, he turned the corner and saw Vera sitting on an empty crate. Her long wavy pink hair out of the messy bun she kept it all contained in while working in the kitchen. She puffed on the pipe and blew the plume of smoke into the air, her eyes looked glassy, and she’d been crying.

The same flames threatened to burn bright as his gut once again twisted as he sneered at the thought of someone making her cry. He would make whoever upset his girlfriend sorry, but he also knew how sensitive and delicate she could be, sometimes it didn’t take much to set her off.

“Sweetheart, are you alright?” He asked and walked over, climbing up on the crate with her, arms encircling her shoulders, his nose buried into the thick locks, taking a breath, His nose filled with the mixed smells of her shampoo and the kitchen. Like fresh pastries and flowers.

He didn’t budge, wanting to hold her close and calm his racing thoughts. Vera hummed when she heard his question, feeling heat rise to her cheeks as she did a quick look left and then right to make sure no one was around. She was so shy about showing how in love with Ace she was, easy to fluster and the crew being mostly older men, they liked to tease, playfully, but still.

“It doesn’t matter,” she replied and heard him grunt, the answer not good enough for him “Did someone say somethin’?” He asked, pressing the matter as he moved, looking at her, eyes roaming her body to look for any signs someone could have hurt her physically.

She shook her head and reached for his hand, lacing their fingers together as she smiled at him. “You know I get in my own head and I get upset,” Vera said with a shrug and leaned her head against Ace’s shoulder. Ace watched the pretty pink locks cascade down her chest, he couldn’t help himself, and with his free hand, he reached over and ran his fingers through the waves. She made a happy noise, closing her eyes.

“I’m good at my job, aren’t I?” She asked and Ace looked up. So that was what was getting at her, Ace was all too well acquainted with the demons of self-doubt and he sat up, he tilted her chin up to look at him, a soft smile on his face. “Babe, you are the best baker in that kitchen.” He said with such conviction that she couldn't help but blush, the colour brighter than her hair.

She would have buried her face in her hands if Ace wasn’t holding her chin and her hand. He leaned in and she closed her eyes, leaning up to meet his lips with hers. Feeling the soft kiss. The feather-light kisses left her lips and trailed to her cheeks.

Vera was blusher harder now, bright red when he’d finished laying kisses across her face, over the bridge of her nose. As soon as Ace had stopped she’d set down her pipe, forgotten in favor of the moment. He hopped off the crate and went to grab her waist to lift her down but she squirmed, taking his hands off her waist. 

“Ah sorry, “ Ace offered her his hand instead as she climbed off. 

Vera stood at the rails, Ace behind her, boxing her in, feeling him nuzzle her hair, his chest pressed against her back as he whispered sweet things. “You shouldn’t doubt yourself, ever. You are so talented, so pretty, perfect an’ I love you so much.” He said with a sigh, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“You need more confidence in yourself,” Ace added as he glanced up and across the ocean, enjoying being able to be this close to her. “You too Ace, you should listen to your own advice, your perfect to me, my sweet firefly.” Vera smiled when she felt Ace tense up, knowing he was trying to process the soft words, still getting used to being so unconditionally loved.

“Yeah… I’ll try if you do, deal?” He kissed her cheek. “Deal,”

Ace could feel her start to shiver, her body always ran cold, he warmed himself up, just enough to stop her from shaking like a leaf. He smiled, feeling a swell of pride that he could keep his girlfriend safe and happy. No one was better suited to her, he told himself over and over as he gripped the rails thinking about it. No way would she ever want someone else… right? 

Vera closed her eyes, sinking into his chest, his warmth, her hands trailing through her hair, calming her nerves, feeling better now. His words had soothed the ache in her heart and chased away the voices that wanted to take her down. 

“I love you, Ace,” She turned her face, looking at him through thick lashes. “I love you too sweetheart, more than anything,” and she knew he meant it with every fiber of his being. He kissed her again, wanting to feel Vera’s soft lips against his.