#sadie munroe

[luucypevensie]

Okay, so you know how I said that Finn and Thea have three kids in an AU where Finn’s alive and thriving, and I posted the eldest, Carolyn?

I decided to post the other two kids as well!

So first, we have the second eldest daughter:

Name: Sadie Elizabeth Hudson

Gender: Cisgender female

General Appearance: Like her older sister, Sadie has her mother’s blonde hair. However, it is more wavy than curly and it’s also more of a white blonde than regular blonde. Unlike Lyn, Sadie inherited Finn’s dark eyes and she has a tan from being outside all the time

Personality: Sadie is very laid back like her father; it takes A LOT to get her mad because she prefers to go with the flow and see where life takes her. Sadie’s also very kind like both her parents; if anyone is feeling down about something, you can bet Sadie will be there to make you feel better

Special Talents: An incredible surfer, extensive knowledge about the ocean (she wants to be a marine biologist when she gets older), a decent singer though not as good as Lyn

Who they like better: Her aunt Betty Thea because she’s better at keeping a cool head like Sadie, and they have similar interests that they can do together like Finn and Lyn do

Who they take after more: Finn because they have that same laid back attitude, as well as that sweet naïve belief in people

Personal Headcanon: Sadie and her aunt Betty love to discuss climate change and how people are destroying the Earth; they also are protest buddies, and Betty totally encourages Sadie’s love for the ocean

Faceclaim: Natalie Alyn Lind

And now onto the youngest!

Name: Christopher “Chris�� Robert Hudson

Gender: Cisgender male

General Appearance: Chris inherited his father’s brown hair, but it’s more wavy than Finn’s ever was. He also inherited a sprinkle of his freckles across his nose, as well as his height (Chris isn’t as tall as Finn; he gets there when he’s older), but his eyes are all Thea’s

Personality: Chris is a mix of his parents; he’s very outgoing like Finn, as well as being a bit oblivious. From Thea, he inherited her ability to buckle down and work hard (he also becomes a tutor like her because he believes everyone can succeed at school, it just depends on how they best learn)

Special Talents: Very adept at sports (specifically football and basketball, like Finn), best tutor at his school, and incredibly talented at the drums (whenever Lyn’s drummer can’t make a performance, she asks her brother to step in with permission from their parents of course)

Who they like better: Chris loves his parents for different things; Thea’s the best person to go to for school-related subjects and advice on certain subjects, while Finn’s better at relating to sports and music relating to the drums

Who they take after more: It’s a solid mix of both, but I think I would lean a little more towards Finn

Personal Headcanon: Chris is a huge fan of the Cincinnati Bengals and the Cleveland Cavaliers; he and Finn love going to the games together and plotting out the different plays each team could’ve made if they were in a losing streak

Faceclaim: Jacob Tremblay

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[bloodhxney]

If Sadie hadn't been practiced at all of this there would have been a bit of fear in her eyes as Munro reached out to touch her. Hiding it well enough with a red lipped smile. She still doesn't understand how Lyra can be around him. He's volatile. Made Alara cry the last time he was hear she heard. But the blonde only ever had nice things to say about him. How he showered her with things all the time. Supposed that's what really mattered in the end. 'Thank you sir,' Making sure to accept that compliment, lest she offend him. Lyra turned, seeing a man eyeing the both of them heading towards the exit. An uncertain look at them both.

She recognizes him, seen him in here a time or two but she pays him no mind, grabbing Sadie's hand at Munro's demand and pulled her along behind her to keep up. The red head glancing over her shoulder as well for as brief a moment as she could. Once outside, not without more eyes lingering on the trio, some curious, other nervous Lyra reached for Munro's arm, trying to link herself to him. 'Where are we going?' She questioned, genuinely curious. Especially since he wanted Sadie to tag along too. It wasn't rare for him to get her out of the Pink Room. Being on his arm was better than being in there anyway but the girl had to make a living somehow.

Blonde and red never went so well together. Color coordinated vixens. Gets any man’s blood pumping doesn’t it? His is no different. Munro offered a smile, shifting closer to the pair. Angels with dirty little souls. Two marvelous girls for the price of one private affair at the gentleman’s club; he told the boys to expect some enticing guests. One of the blokes who run their extracurricular activities in Paradise Lost made some arrangements with Venus as well. A few call girls for other influential men in attendance. He hardly has personal use of the service these days. When he has his own special prize in the form of Lyra he’d be lying if he said any other was better. Sadie certainly gave him an extra incentive but he’ll see how the night goes. “I invite the best,” the man answered the redhead, reaching up to slip fingers beneath her chin. “Tonight that’s you, love. Now, shall we ladies? Before we’re noticed.”

Seemed they already had been. Munro could spy the eyes of the ‘partner’ of this club. Having a hand in holdings of this business or some such story he’s been told. As a man who delves into underhanded deals despite his status as an attorney, he is aware of what others get up to. Rumor is filled with a rogue’s gallery of the lecherous and criminal. There have been whispers about this Ethan Wynter being connected to an organization called the Viper Syndicate. The very sort of group, say, the DA might want to take down after his appointment. Plenty of time to think of that before it comes around. Munro made eye contact with the man and offered up a smile out of sheer pettiness. “Oh I do see his eyes on you Miss Red. Must not want you to tag along.” Letting those words sink in, he flicked his finger for Lyra to drag her with. @violentwxnter // prev

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𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑖 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟.

OUTER BANKS.

jj maybank, rafe cameron, pope heyward, sarah cameron

SURVIVING SUMMER.

baxter radic, marlon sousa

THE WALKING DEAD.

benjamin (twd), glenn rhee, rick grimes, daryl dixon

SCHOOL SPIRITS.

wally clark

911.

evan buckley

MARVEL.

peter parker (all), captain america

TOP GUN.

jake seresin, bradley bradshaw, robert floyd, natasha trace

LIFE IS STRANGE.

chloe price, warren graham, rachel ambers, ryan lucan, alex chen, steph gingrich

RED DEAD REDEMPTION.

arthur morgan, sadie adler

THE DOLAN TWINS.

grayson dolan, ethan dolan

SHAMELESS.

lip gallagher

THE MAZE RUNNER.

minho, thomas, gally

THE QUARRY.

jacob custos, max brinly, nicholas furcillo

UNTIL DAWN.

josh washington, jessica riley, mike munroe, emily davis, sam giddings, ashley brown, chris hartley, matthew taylor

TEEN WOLF.

stiles stilinski

THE HUNGER GAMES.

cato hadley, peeta mellark

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA.

katsuki bakugou, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, keigo takami, touya todoroki

CELEBRITY CRUSHES.

dylan obrien, will poulter, archie madekwe, jeon jungkook, park jimin, josh hutcherson, rudy pankow, drew starkey, tom holland, milo manheim.

[palmviewfm]

fc suggestions for a sarah cameron counterpart?

i  would  say:  ashley  moore,  virginia  gardner,  sabrina  carpenter,  madison  pettis,  meg  donnelly,  lulu  antariska,  liana  liberato,  mikey  madison,  alisha  boe,  anna  lambe,  kristine  froseth,  natasha  liu  bordizzo,  antonia  gentry,  chelsea  clark,  sara  waisglass,  maia  reficco,  ellie  bamber,  bailee  madison,  gideon  aldon,  brianne  tju,  charithra  chandran,  sadie  stanley,  chloe  rose  robertson,  halle  bailey,  greta  onieogou,  ella  purnell,  maris  racal,  emilja  baranac,  leah  lewis,  lola  tung,  grace  van  dien,  havana rose liu, maika munroe, megan suri, katie  douglas,  pat chayanit, natalie alyn lind, rain spencer, chase  sui  wonders,  jaz  sinclair,  and  jane  de  leon  could  all  work  for  a  sarah  counterpart  !

[kwebtv]

Workin' Moms - CBC / Netflix - January 10, 2017 - March 28, 2023

Comedy / Drama (83 Episodes)

Running Time: 30 minutes

Stars:

Catherine Reitman as Kate Foster (née Hoffman)

Dani Kind as Anne Carlson

Juno Rinaldi as Frances "Frankie" Coyne (seasons 1–5)

Jessalyn Wanlim as Jennifer "Jenny" Matthews (seasons 1, 3–7; recurring, season 2)

Enuka Okuma as Sloane Mitchell (seasons 6-7; recurring, season 5)

Sarah McVie as Valerie "Val" Szalinsky (seasons 5-7; recurring seasons 1-4)

Philip Sternberg as Nathan Foster

Ryan Belleville as Lionel Carlson

Sadie Munroe as Alice Carlson

Dennis Andres as Ian Matthews (seasons 1–3; recurring season 4)

Recurring

Peter Keleghan as Richard Greenwood

Nikki Duval as Rosie Phillips

Kevin Vidal as Maurice "Mo" Daniels

Katherine Barrell as Alicia Rutherford (seasons 1-2; guest seasons 4-5)

Jann Arden as Jane Carlson (seasons 1-4, guest season 5, 7)

Oluniké Adeliyi as Giselle Bois (seasons 1-3 and 5, guest season 4)

Jess Salgueiro as Mean Nanny/Renya (seasons 1–3)

Novie Edwards as Sheila (season 1)

Jennifer Pudavick as Gena Morris

[piperslovebot]

The graduation class without retcons and in the proper years.

1992 - Archie Simpson, Caitlin Ryan (skipped a grade), Lucy Fernandez (valedictorian), Simon Dexter, Alexa Pappadopolos-Dexter, Christine Nelson, Derek Wheeler, Michelle Accette, Bryant Thomas, Heather Farrell, Erica Farrell, Lorraine Delacorte (left before graduation; leukemia), Liz O'Rourke, Amy Holmes, Allison Hunter, Shane McKay (left before graduation; brain damage), Stephanie Kaye (left before graduation; transferred to private school), Voula Grivogiannis (left before graduation; moved away), Joey Jeremiah (held back; didn't graduate with this class), Rick Munro (held back, wasn't gonna graduate with this class; left before graduation), Tim O'Connor, Nancy Kramer

1993 - Caitlin Ryan (skipped a grade later), Susie Rivera (left before graduating), Kathleen Mead, Melanie Brodie, Arthur Kobalewscuy, Yick Yu, Alex Yankou (probably valedictorian), Diana Economopoulos, Maya Goldberg, Joey Jeremiah (repeated), Rick Munro (repeated; left before graduating), Tessa Campanelli, Luke Matthews, Scooter Webster, Bartholomew Bond, Wai Lee, Trudi Owens , Trish Skye 

2004 - Dylan Michalchuck

2006 - Hazel Aden, Jimmy Brooks (held back; didn't graduate with this class), Sean Cameron (held back; expelled), Marco Del Rossi (valedictorian), Ashley Kerwin (left before graduation), Craig Manning (left before graduation), Spinner Mason (held back; didn't graduate with this class), Paige Michalchuk, Ellie Nash, Alex Nuñez (repeated one semester), Heather Sinclair, Fareeza, Amy Peters-Hoffman, Rick Murray (held back, wasn't gonna graduate with this class; died before graduating), Terri MacGregor (left before graduation)

2007 - Jimmy Brooks (Repeated), Damian Hayes, Toby Isaacs, Spinner Mason (repeated), Emma Nelson, Manny Santos, Liberty Van Zandt (valedictorian), Rick Murray (repeated; died before graduation), Chris Sharpe, Lucas Valieri (dropped out), J.T. Yorke , Ashley Kerwin (took a year off; dropped out), Sean Cameron (repeated)

2008 - Johnny DiMarco, Peter Stone, Danny Van Zandt,Jane Vaughn (Valedictorian), Bruce the Moose (Not seen graduating), Kendra Mason , Nadia Yamir, Darcy Edwards (left before graduation), Derek Haig (Not seen graduating), Mia Jones (held back, wasn't gonna graduate with this class; left before graduation), Chantay Black 

2009 - Sav Bhandari, Fiona Coyne (held back; didn’t graduate with this class), Anya MacPherson, Zane Park Holly J. Sinclair (valedictorian), Riley Stavros, Ethan McBride, Heather Poulette, Trish, Leia Chang (not seen graduating), Blue Chessex (not seen graduating), Declan Coyne (left before graduation), Mia Jones

2010 - Fiona Coyne (repeated; valedictorian), Mike Dallas (chose to stay back; didn't graduate with this class), Bianca DeSousa, Eli Goldsworthy, Marisol Lewis, Jake Martin, Mo Mashkour, Katie Matlin, Owen Milligan, Imogen Moreno (held back; didn't graduate with this class), Drew Torres (held back; didn't graduate with this class), Mark Fitzgerald (expelled), Julian Williams

2011 - Becky Baker, Alli Bhandari, Mike Dallas (victory Lap), Connor DeLaurier (valedictorian), Clare Edwards, Jenna Middleton, Imogen Moreno (repeated), Drew Torres (repeated), Fab Juarez, Liam Berish, Ingvar Andersson, Bo Andersson, Hannah Belmont, Cliff Jacobs, Reese, Jess Martello, Luke Baker (expelled), Wesley Betenkamp (not seen graduating), K.C. Guthrie (left before graduation), Adam Torres, Dave Turner (not seen graduating)

2012 - Jonah Haak (held back; didn't graduate with this class), Jack Jones (left before graduation), Tori Santamaria (held back; left before graduation), Campbell Saunders, Jess Martello (retconned to Class of 2014), Sadie Rowland

2013 - Tristan Milligan, Maya Matlin, Zig Novak, Zoë Rivas (valedictorian), Miles Hollingsworth III, Winston Chu, Grace Cardinal, Tiny Bell, Jonah Haak (repeated), Esme Song (held back; didn't graduate with this class), Goldi Nahir (salutatorian), Tori Santamaria (repeated; left before graduation), Damon Carter (not seen graduating)

2014 - Frankie Hollingsworth, Hunter Hollingsworth, Lola Pacini, Shay Powers, Baaz Nahir, Yael Baron, Vijay Maraj, Saad Al'Maliki, Rasha Zuabi, Esme Song (repeated), Keisha, Arlene Takahashi

2015 - Abra Al'Maliki

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New in February 2022 - Hallmark Movies Now

The Perfect Pairing (2022)  Starring Nazneen Contractor and Brennan Elliott.  Hallmark Channel / New Year New Movies 

Aurora Teagarden Mysteries: Til Death Do Us Part (2021)  Starring Candace Cameron Bure, Niall Matter, Marilu Henner, Lexa Doig, Peter Benson, Ellie Harvie, Dylan Sloane, Brad Harder, Andrew Airlie, and Julia Benson.  Hallmark Movies & Mysteries / Movie 16 of 18 

Aurora Teagarden Mysteries: Honeymoon, Honeymurder (2021)  Starring Candace Cameron Bure, Niall Matter, Marilu Henner, Miranda Frigon, Ellie Harvie, Dylan Sloane, Brad Harder, and Julia Benson.  Hallmark Movies & Mysteries / Movie 17 of 18 

Aurora Teagarden Mysteries: Haunted By Murder (2022)  Starring Candace Cameron Bure, Niall Matter, Marilu Henner, Lexa Doig, Peter Benson, Miranda Frigon, Ellie Harvie, Dylan Sloane, Brad Harder, Julia Benson, and Lynda Boyd.  Hallmark Movies & Mysteries / Movie 18 of 18 

Love in Winterland (2020)  Starring Italia Ricci and Chad Michael Murray.  Hallmark Channel / Winterfest 

North to Home (2022)  Starring Lindsay Fonseca, Kimberly Sustad, Erica Durance, Barbara Niven, Tom Stevens, Matt Hamilton, and Matthew James Dowden.  Hallmark Movies & Mysteries 

Butlers In Love (2022)  Starring Stacey Farber, Corey Heart, and Maxwell Caulfield.  Hallmark Channel / New Year New Movies 

Love, Romance & Chocolate (2019)  Starring Lacey Chabert, Will Kemp, and Brittany Bristow.  Hallmark Channel / Countdown to Valentine’s Day 

The Way Home - Season 1, Episode 1 

The Way Home - Season 1, Episode 2 

February 2 

The Way Home - Season 1, Episode 3 

The Love Club: Nicole’s Pen Pal  Starring Brittany Bristow, Marcus Rosner, Lily Gao, Chantel Riley, and Camille Stopps.  Hallmark Movies Now 

Curious Caterer: Dying For Chocolate (2022)  Starring Nikki DeLoach, Andrew Walker, Lochlyn Munro, and Kendall Cross.  Hallmark Movies & Mysteries / Movie 1 of 2 so far 

A Valentine’s Match (2020)  Starring Bettany Joy Lenz, Luke Macfarlane, Mary-Margaret Humes, and Karen Kryper.  Hallmark Channel / Love Ever After 

February 9 

My Secret Valentine (2018)  Starring Lacey Chabert and Andrew Walker.  Hallmark Channel / Countdown to Christmas 

14 Love Letters (2022)  Starring Vanessa Sears and Franco Lo Presti.  Hallmark Movies & Mysteries 

The Love Club: Sydney’s Journey (2022)  Starring Lily Gao, Jesse Hutch, Chantel Riley, Camille Stopps, and Brittany Bristow.  Hallmark Movies Now 

The Way Home - Season 1, Episode 4

February 16 

Matching Hearts (2020)  Starring Taylor Cole and Ryan Paevey.  Hallmark Channel / Love Ever After

The Love Club: Lauren Starring Chantel Riley, Andrew Bushell, Camille Stopps, Brittany Bristow, and Lily Gao.  Hallmark Movies Now  

The Way Home - Season 1, Episode 5 

February 23 

The Love Club: Tara Starring Camille Stopps, Brett Donahue, Brittany Bristow, Lily Gao, and Chantel Riley.  Hallmark Movies Now 

The Way Home - Season 1, Episode 6 

And many more movies.. 

Every Thursday new episodes of The Way Home Will Be added. Starring Chyler Leigh, Andie MacDowell, Sadie Laflamme-Snow, Evan Williams, and Alex Hook.

[atlabeth]

nightmares - mike munroe x reader

summary: It was a deal made by two almost-friends in the early hours of the morning after the worst night of their lives, when they realized that all they really had left was each other.

a/n: so this is once again. not my normal content but ive been on an until dawn kick lately and fell in love w the characters all over again. i dont know if anyone still reads or writes for this fandom but. here u go. enjoy

warning(s): lots of cursing, canon typical violence, mentions of graphic violence/death (but nothing too descriptive), mentioned depression, insomnia, and alcoholism, some heavy themes but its hurt/comfort so it ends in fluff

wc: 4.8k

You were running.

You were running, and it was freezing — fuck, it was freezing.

You knew your surroundings; how could you ever forget? Every fucking moment on the goddamn mountain was engraved into your mind for what you assumed would be the rest of your life, an assumption that had since been proven correct.

And now, against your will, you were back. Of course you were back.

A shudder ran through your whole body as that all-too-familiar screech rang out behind you, each second of it like nails on a chalkboard in the worst way. Your lungs burned like all hell but you couldn’t stop — if you stopped, you were as good as dead.

Some part of this fucked up thing was almost funny. Humans were always boasting about how they were the top of the food chain, how they were the height of evolution. There was nothing to keep an ego in check like being hunted by a supernatural creature.

Any thoughts of bullshit philosophy were dashed from your mind as you took a hard right, nearly falling over from the sharp curve of the mountain but just able to catch yourself. Your heart was thundering in your chest, the beats nearly lining up with your sprinting. You felt an intense urge to turn around, try and gauge your chances, but the thought of slowing down for even a second terrified you. It’s not like you needed to anyways — you knew exactly what was after you.

You were nearing the end of your road, both literally and figuratively. You stumbled over a tree root, your hands splayed out in front of yourself at just the right angle to keep your momentum going and, in some feat of luck, stay upright and running.

But your luck had just run out.

Your senses were proven correct as the harrowing cliff edge came into view, and a thousand things screamed in your mind at once as your demise stared you right in the eye. You barely managed to catch yourself, very much aware that the snow falling into the void could’ve just as well been you.

That fucking screech again, even closer than before, and you whipped around as you took an instinctive step back. Your hands patted around everywhere, searching for something to defend yourself, but you had nothing. No gun, knife, even the ground around you was devoid of rocks.

You had nothing. You had nothing to defend yourself from this goddamn nightmare creature, and you were going to die.

Your eyes darted around wildly in an attempt to find something, anything, to save yourself, but there was nothing. You took another step back and felt your foot slip, your breath catching as you barely managed to save yourself with a twist and a lunge away from the edge. The shock of the ground and the cold against your skin was just enough to remind yourself that you were actually alive. Another pile of snow mimicked the fate that seemed imminent as it trickled over the side of the cliff, and you screwed your eyes shut as you tried to shut your mind up.

Think, goddammit, if you wanted to get off of this fucking mountain you had to think—

The screech that pierced through the night sky was far too close for comfort, and as your head snapped back towards the woods you swore that your heart stopped beating.

It had caught up. You were out of time you were going to die but you didn’t have anything and you were going to fucking die—

A flash of white pushed off a tree and lunged towards you, teeth bared as it emitted that horrible screech. You didn’t even have time to scream, completely frozen in place as one clawed hand reached your neck, and you braced for the moment of release.

You shot up in your bed, breathing rapid and unsteady with a barely contained cry on the edge of your lips as your hand instinctively flew to your neck. You heaved an almost strangled sigh of relief to know that your head was still attached to your body (it might’ve seemed obvious, but… your head wasn’t exactly on straight at the moment, all jokes aside) and collapsed against the headboard.

You ran your hands across your face as you tried in vain to calm yourself down, ultimately having to turn on your lamp to ease your troubled mind that there was nothing going thump in the night.

It had been this same routine almost every night — horrible nightmare, wake up crying or screaming or both, and start the day at 3 am because you couldn’t fall back asleep.

It was exhausting. You were exhausted.

You knew you couldn’t go on like this, but what choice did you have? Therapy had been mandated by the police for a certain amount of time after the incident, but… it’s not like it had helped. How could it, when no one truly knew what you had gone through?

Well… that wasn’t completely accurate.

One person knew what you were going through, and you hadn’t said as much as one word to him since that night. You didn’t really… know what to say.

Hey. I know we’re not all that close, but I’m sorry your girlfriend and all your friends were killed by a Wendigo and that I made it instead. Hope you’re not going insane with grief. I’ll send you a card at Christmas!

...yeah. You had no idea what to say to him after months of no contact.

The relationship you had with Mike Munroe was a strange one, to say the least.

None of you were the same after that night on the mountain. The horrors of the mines would be forever entrenched in your head, flashes of the Wendigos appearing every time you closed your eyes. You and Mike were the only ones who made it off, and the guilt you carried everywhere was a burden you knew you couldn’t shoulder. And even after the physical scars had faded, you knew the mental ones never would.

Sometimes you wondered how you had even managed to get involved with the group in the first place — bonds that had been made in your freshman and sophomore years had somehow managed to stay strong enough throughout the rest of high school, strong enough to cement your spot in the friend group and the yearly lodge visits. You liked them all well enough, enough to go up to an isolated mountain with them for a weekend or so, but… yeah. Sometimes you did wonder what the hell you were doing with them.

But now?

Now, you would give almost anything to hear Sam’s laugh or one of her compliments, or tease Ashley and Chris about their very obvious feelings; hell, you found yourself missing Matt’s useless football facts. And even though Emily and Jessica weren’t always the nicest, you still had managed to worm your way into their hearts. Knowing that you would never get Emily’s brutal but helpful advice or get dragged to a football game by Jessica again?

If someone had told you the difference between life-long trauma and a completely normal existence was that blonde girl with the braids in your biology class, you might’ve thought a little harder before accepting that party invite.

The days after you were rescued from the mountain passed in a daze, questions and interrogations from police never sticking for too long. And it didn’t even feel like it mattered, the way none of them seemed to believe you.

They kept you separated from Mike throughout the whole process, and you were only able to catch glances of him when you were being transferred to different rooms throughout the long process. It really was like something out of a horror movie — a group of teens go up to a lodge in the woods, and only two return with a story of unspeakable horrors — and rather than try and work out what had happened, they seemed intent on pinning the deaths on you and Mike.

As if you weren’t dealing with enough after watching your friends get murdered by the monster of another friend, the people that were supposed to be helping you were instead trying to charge you with them. If it wasn’t so fucking infuriating, it would’ve been laughable.

The worst part? You could hardly blame them.

When you took a second to listen to yourself, to what you were spouting to the police, you sounded insane. If you hadn’t witnessed it all first hand, you wouldn’t have believed yourself.

You told them to go down to the mines. That the thing that killed your friends would be down there, and they could see it for themselves.

You didn’t know if that was the right choice. Hell, you might’ve been sending those cops to their deaths. But it was the only way you could think of to get them to believe you.

(You doubted they would go down there anyways. What was the word of two crazy college kids over actual logic? Not much, you imagined.)

You were in that damn interrogation room for what felt like forever until you were finally taken to a hospital to get your wounds treated. But even in the hospital bed, police were by your side asking about what happened every day of your stay. After your discharge, you were forced into custody until they got information that they deemed satisfactory.

By some miracle, you and Mike weren’t charged with anything. The news might’ve gotten hold of your story, but you didn’t know. You didn’t want to know. You didn’t ever look at the news after the tragedy, too afraid that you would see the smiling faces of your friends staring back at you, or pictures of you and Mike with news anchors trying to talk about how involved the two of you were.

If there was one thing worse than going through hell, it was other people trying to make a profit off of your spiral.

Your friends’ families offered their condolences, but not much else. You didn’t hold it against them. Your survivor’s guilt was strong enough to know exactly why they didn’t reach out further.

(You blame yourself for their deaths, after all. Why wouldn’t they?)

It was the same situation with Mike.

Maybe you had purposefully drifted apart from him, trying to build up walls of your own so that he wouldn’t be able to spring it on you first. You assumed he hated you after what had happened, and he had every right to. You might’ve helped each other through the night, but you had no other option. Now, everyone else but you was dead — people he cared about more than you — and you just couldn’t face that.

But as you stared at yourself in your bathroom mirror, you realized that you might have to.

You looked awful.

Weeks of sleepless nights were catching up to you, appearing in the form of

hollow eyes and dark circles, along with a slight discoloration of your skin. The scars from the mountain had mostly healed, but there was a particularly nasty gash on your cheek that was still showing — it wasn’t doing you any favors in the ‘looking completely normal and sane and not severely sleep deprived’ department.

You splashed some water in your face to try and wake up a bit, but the slight drowsiness that followed you everywhere seemed to be a permanent part of you now.

(It was almost funny, in a way. You were so paranoid and alert all the time, unable to fall asleep, and yet it was all you could think about in moments like these. You wondered when irony had become such a staple in your life.)

You had tried talking to therapists, your friends, your family, even searching the internet for advice on what to do after a life changing traumatic event. Nothing had worked.

The simplest solution had come to mind more than once, but you had pushed it aside with the determination to work through this on your own. But now, staring at yourself and seeing how much you had deteriorated…

You had to go talk to the only person who would understand.

~

You had considered turning around more than once on the drive over.

Because, really, what the hell were you doing? Showing up at his doorstep in the middle of o dark thirty because— because what?

Because you had a nightmare?

He had gone through the same thing you had, probably even worse. Losing Jessica right in front of him, having to cut off his fingers to get free, spending countless hours alone, dealing with the nightmare that was the sanatorium, and then…

Well, you had been in the mines with him and Josh when it happened. There was no doubt in your mind that the scene replayed in his head endlessly, just like it did for you.

Showing up… it was going to be a mistake. You knew it was.

For all you knew, Mike had moved on already. He was stronger than you, he always had been. Maybe your presence would send him spiraling once more, or maybe it would just earn you a verbal beating like no other. Mike had always been nice enough, but the trauma you had endured was enough to turn a saint into his own worst enemy.

You didn’t know what would happen. You didn’t know anything, and as you turned down his street you regretted more than ever not keeping in touch with him. Maybe then you wouldn’t be in this situation, scrambling after your last hope for salvation after slowly killing yourself over the past few months.

But there was no chance to turn back now, because before you knew it your knuckles were rapping against his front door.

The pause between your arrival and a response was so long that you considered leaving and pretending like this never happened, but just as you began to step back the door swung open.

You didn’t really know what you were expecting, but… he was there. The only other testament to the horrors of Blackwood Pines, and maybe the only person that could help you through this.

“...hi,” you murmured, swallowing the sudden lump in your throat as you looked the personification of your shame in the eye.

Mike blinked a few times, whether to try and wake up a little or out of surprise from his visitor you didn’t know, but it was a few seconds before he responded in kind. “...hey. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you around.”

You chuckled dryly as you nodded. “Yeah. Sorry for the sudden arrival. I’m, uh… I’m kind of surprised you even opened the door.”

He huffed out a short breath in a facsimile of a laugh. “Not getting much sleep these days.”

“That’s something we’ve got in common.” You crossed your arms across your chest and let out a loose sigh, eyes wandering around in an attempt to think of what to say next. It should’ve been so easy, but… but for some reason, it just wasn’t.

“Guess so.” That awkward silence stretched out once more, neither of you knowing how to fill it. Thankfully, Mike continued to take the plunge, but it wasn’t without a slight barb. “What are you doing here?”

“I—” you stopped just as you had begun, because you really didn’t know. You had come here for help, but could Mike really do that for you? He was the same as you — a fucked up teenager trying to deal with something so far beyond him.

“I don’t know,” you admitted as you made eye contact once more. “I… I really don’t know. I’m out of options, and… I can’t keep going like this. So I came here to talk, or��� or to try and get some help. I don’t know.”

That same silence filled the air once more, the night ambiance the only thing in between the two of you. You missed when that silence used to be comfortable, but… you could only blame yourself for it.

“So— so, what?” he asked, the beginnings of a frown starting to crease his brows. “You just— we go through all that together up there, and then when we get back down you don’t say a word for months. And now— now, out of nowhere, in the middle of the night, you just show up and ask for help?”

“God,” you muttered. When he put it that way, it was true. It was ridiculous, to expect his help after the way you had just left him to deal with it all on his own for a reason borne of your own insecurity. “You’re right. This was— this was stupid. I’m sorry.”

You had already turned to go when you felt a calloused hand on your shoulder, causing you to stop in your tracks.

“No.” His voice was surprisingly soft as he sighed, stepping back with a shake of his head to make room in the doorway. “No, I—” Mike paused for a moment, as if he couldn’t find the right words to say. “I’m sorry. You can come in. Obviously, you can come in.”

Your eyes widened slightly as you tried to hide your shock at the gesture, but you weren’t about to turn it down. You nodded, and he stepped aside to make space for you to walk in. When you did, you were met with a mess not unlike the one back at your apartment, save for the beer bottles. Clothes were strewn about haphazardly on every surface, so you took a seat on a clean spot on the floor, leaning back against a chair and pulling your knees up to your chest. You actually preferred it this way — it was grounding, in a literal sense. Mike pushed aside a laundry basket and did the same, but pulled one leg up and let the other lay extended.

“Why?” he asked suddenly, breaking the silence that had been accumulating once more. “Why did you just…” he gestured around with his hands to try and get his point across but ultimately settled with a sigh. “You didn’t say anything. You didn’t try to text, or call, or write, or— or anything. Hell, I would’ve probably jumped to get a messenger pigeon from you. But it was just… radio silence.”

You picked at the dry skin on your thumbs as you tried to come up with an answer. “I… I don’t know,” you repeated. “It was stupid, and it was horrible of me to leave you alone. I mean… I don’t know why I did it. I know what I’ve been going through, and I know you’ve been going through the same. So I don’t know why I didn’t try to reach out and see how you were doing.”

He chuckled mirthlessly as his eyes swept over the empty bottles that had accumulated on the coffee table. “I’m not the best with alone.”

“I know,” you said quietly. “I thought…” you shook your head as you looked at the ceiling. “I thought that you hated me. I know that you cared about them all more, you were closer to all of them, and… and I thought you wouldn’t want anything to do with me. That I would just always be a reminder of what you lost. And… and, I don’t know. Maybe it was my way of trying to move on. Was a stupid fucking idea, though.”

That got a genuine laugh out of him as he ran a hand through his hair. “I guess I get that. I dunno why I didn’t try to talk to you either. Maybe since you didn’t say anything, I didn’t want to either. This whole thing fucked me up.” His gaze moved to you. “Fucked us both up.”

“You can say that again,” you muttered as you tapped your fingers on your knees. “I can’t look anywhere without seeing them. I mean, I see that fucking…” you grimaced. “I see Josh, and I see what that thing did to him, and I just— I’m right back to step one.”

He swallowed hard and nodded. “...yeah. That was seven layers of fucked up.”

“You can’t just keep saying everything was fucked up,” you said dryly. “It was shitty, too.”

Mike snorted, some kind of slightly masochistic humor going on between the two of you. “Nothing really gets the point across like fucked up.”

“Guess you’re right,” you finally conceded with a small smile. “This is… this is nice. I’d almost forgotten what it was like to… I don’t know, to talk to someone like this.”

“It is,” he murmured.

Another pregnant pause hung in the air, but the silence wasn’t as uncomfortable now. Trickles of what it used to be like, of your old life, were beginning to poke through.

“I never hated you,” he said suddenly. Your eyes flicked up to meet his, and it was like his brown eyes were piercing through you as he continued. “I never did. After it happened… yeah, I was mad. I was fucking pissed, but it was never at you. You were my friend too, y’know? Even though we weren’t that close, we were still… we were still something. And I’m glad you made it. I just wish you hadn’t convinced yourself that you had to go through this alone. Maybe things would’ve turned out different, these past few months. For both of us.”

You nodded, choosing to avert eye contact first because you almost couldn’t handle the sincerity. Your heart sank a bit at the sight of all the beer bottles, and you knew that he was right. Maybe things would’ve been different if the two of you had weathered it together from the start. And so you said that.

“I still can’t help but feel like I’m to blame for—” you gestured around at the mess with a sigh, “for this.”

“Look.” His voice was raspy as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair, and as he met your eyes once more you were able to see how truly exhausted he was. With dark circles that matched your own, scars that were still healing, and a certain hollowness behind his eyes… It was like looking in a mirror. And it made you realize how fucked up the two of you had really become.

Mike had always been good at holding himself together, putting up his signature egotistical-douchebag-jock act in the face of anything that threatened to tear him down, and more often than not he came out victorious. But not even class presidents were immune to the horrors that they had faced, and it was taking more of a toll on him than you had realized.

“It’s not your fault. You— you did everything you could; I know I’m still alive because of you. Besides, we were idiot teenagers — we still are — and none of them deserved to die because of it. Not Hannah, not Beth, not any of them.” Mike shook his head and sighed. “Not even Josh. Man was fucked up even before all of this, but he didn’t deserve what happened to him. He needed help, but instead he got his fucking… god. I can’t even say it. But he didn’t deserve it.”

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, the subconscious process having stopped because of the weight of his words. It was cliche, but you didn’t know how much you needed to hear those four words: it’s not your fault.

“Maybe you should be my therapist,” you joked weakly. But as you let your eyes trail back to Mike you bit your lip. He hadn’t included himself in that statement, and it wasn’t too hard to figure out why.

“Mike… it wasn’t your fault either. You’re not just saying bullshit to try and make yourself feel better, it really wasn’t your fault. What do they say? ‘Getting through your guilt is the first step to recovery’ or some shit? You deserve to be here just as much as I do.”

“But it was,” he insisted. “It’s easy for you to say that. You tried to stop it, I… I just went along with it. Fuck, I started it all. Hannah and Beth went missing because of me, Josh went out of his fuckin’ mind, and if he hadn’t brought us all back up there for his revenge plot then they wouldn’t have died. How is it not my fault? Why do I get to live when all of them died because of me?”

“Mike,” you sighed. “I… I don’t know. I don’t know why we made it back when none of them did, but it’s not your fucking fault, okay? You— yeah, that prank was fucking stupid, but— but how could you know what was going to happen?” You huffed a laugh that was only slightly unhinged. “People pull pranks all the time. Native American legend cannibal spirit things don’t try to kill people all the time. You can’t keep blaming yourself. It’s not going to help them, and it’s not going to help you.”

That silence stretched out once more as he took in your words. You didn’t know if he believed them or not, but you did. That had to be worth something, right?

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,” he muttered, breaking the silence once more. “And I… I don’t know. I don’t know why it took almost fucking dying from those goddamn things, a— and seeing what happened to all of them...”

“I don’t know,” he repeated, leaning back against the foot of the sofa. “All the shit that happened, all of them dying — I don’t know how long it’ll take until we’re okay again. Hell, I don’t even know if we ever will be okay again. What happened up there was fucked up in the worst way, and the fact that no one believes us makes it a hell of a lot worse.”

You chuckled darkly as you cupped one hand in the other. “You can say that again.”

His lips twitched for a moment as if he wanted to smile but ultimately thought better of it. “I know we aren’t that close anymore, but the truth is we’re the only ones on this fuckin’ planet that know what really happened up there. We’re the only ones that will ever really understand what happened to us, and… and I think we’re the only ones that can really help each other through this shit.”

He met your eyes once more, something resolute in them. “So the next time this happens, because it will, if you don’t want to be alone… you can come here. Any time, any day, no questions asked. Just knock on that door, and I will be there. No more isolation, no more trying to get through this on our own. We gotta be there for each other, because we’re all we have.”

You nodded gratefully, a feeling of warmth slowly creeping through your body with his reassurance. “Thank you, Mike. You… you have no idea what this means to me.”

“I think I have some clue,” he murmured.

As you exchanged weary smiles, you saw a faint twinkle in Mike’s eyes. He was always the kind of person to help others, even if it was for the wrong reasons, and that was one thing that stuck with him after the disaster. And in that moment, a long lost feeling washed over you — safety.

You hadn’t felt safe in… well, it seemed like forever. Adrenaline and pure instinct were responsible for getting you through those twelve hours, along with an overwhelming wave of numbness and denial. But once all of that wore off, the nightmares had begun. Your friends, the Wendigos, the mountain itself — anything and everything that your mind could use against you, it did.

It was a living hell. You could hardly ever sleep anymore, horrific images always jolting you awake after an hour or two and keeping you awake for the rest of the day. It was no wonder Mike had ended up with a drinking problem — it was probably the only way he could sleep, the only way he could bring some form of peace to his mind. By some miracle, you had avoided that fate, but… you would be lying if you said you hadn’t come close.

But somehow, for some reason, you could tell that things were going to be different. Now that you and Mike weren’t avoiding each other anymore in the name of painful memories… you felt like things were going to be okay. Or as close to okay as you could get these days.

You weren’t alone, and neither was he.

He had saved your life on the mountain more than once. Now, he was saving you again. Just in a different way.

-

perm tags: @dv0412 @siriuslyslyslytherin @maruchan77

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[cinemadrunk]

Netflix #369 (10/14)

Sadie’s Last Days On Earth 2016

4/10

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Flower Crowns

Bibi ‘Roro’s garden is amazing. Brightly colored flowers spill out from every corner of the greenhouse, and Sadie Wisdom loves to spend hours smelling and looking and helping, and sometimes Bibi ‘Roro lets her pick some.

Today is one of those sometimes.

She beams at her haul, spread out across a picnic table outside. It’s beautiful out; a little breezy and warm and not at all like the sticky weather they’ve been having, and she knows Bibi is making it that way.

She smiles up at the tall woman sitting across from her. Sadie thinks she’s amazing; beautiful and graceful like royalty, and always ready for anything.

Bibi smiles at her. “What would you like to do with all of our flowers, little one?”

Sadie looks at all of the flowers in front of them, multicolored and waiting.

“I know!”

*****

Pete Wisdom finds his daughter and (sort of) mother-in-law at the picnic table a little while later and takes a seat, pulling the unlit cigarette from his lips and pocketing it quickly (because he swears he quit, he definitely did).

“There you are,” he grins at Sadie. “What have you two been up to?”

Sadie lights up. “Daddy we picked flowers, and now...and now we’re making flower crowns!”

Pete glances at the table, and sure enough, there are five or six ornate flower crowns laying there.

“S’nice,” he nods.

She lifts one with white flowers on it, beaming. “I made this one for you.”

Pete blinks and grins. “Well, that’s very nice of you, Petal, thank you.” Without thinking about it, he ducks down so she can place it on his head, to the delicate snicker of Ororo.

“What?” he asks, looking over at her. “Sadie made it for me.”

Ororo shakes her head and continues to laugh harder.

Sadie giggles. “Daddy looks pretty.”

Behind him, he can hear the sound of a phone camera clicking, and turns quickly to find his wife standing there, shrugging as she grins.

“Oi!”

“What?!” Kitty cries. “I’m documenting for Sadie’s memory books! Also I’ll be sending this to Brian. And Meggan. And Kurt. And Moira.”

Pete rolls his eyes. Kitty snaps another picture.

[angel-the-ebe]

Okay, so Netflix is offering three Munro Chambers movies and I think I need to do a triple feature sometime to support my man

[hotxcheeto]

━ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑

here is a list of all the characters that I write for in each fandom and characters I will write for . . .

☾ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 ☽

☾ Ellie Williams ( romantic & platonic ) ☾ GAME

☾ Dina ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Abby Anderson ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Tess ( romantic & platonic ) ☾ HBO & GAME !

☾ Joel Miller ( romantic & platonic ) ☾ HBO ONLY !

☾ Maria ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Lev ( platonic )

☾ Yara ( platonic )

☾ Sarah Miller ( platonic ) ☾ HBO ONLY !

☼ 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ☼

☼ Chloe Price ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Rachel Amber ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Victoria Chase ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Nathan Prescott ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Kate Marsh ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Steph Gingrich ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Sean Diaz ( romantic & platonic )

☾ 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 ☽

☾ Samantha Giddings ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Josh Washington ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Hannah Washington ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Beth Washington ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Emily Davis ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Jessica Riley ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Michael Munroe ( romantic & platonic )

☼ 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ☼

☼ Arthur Morgan ( romantic & platonic )

☼ John Marston ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Sadie Adler ( romantic & platonic )

☾ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 ☆

☆ Laura Kearney ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Ryan Erzahler ( romantic & platonic )

☆ Kaitlyn Ka ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Dylan Lenivy ( romantic & platonic )

☆ Abigail Blyg ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Nick Furcillo ( romantic & platonic )

☆ Emma Mountebank ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Jacob Custos ( romantic & platonic )

☆ Max Brinley ( romantic & platonic )

☼ 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍 ☼

☼ Hange Zoë ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Pieck Finger ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Hitch Dreyse ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Levi Ackerman ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Carla Jaeger ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Annie Leonhart ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Mikasa Ackerman ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Ymir ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Historia Reiss ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Sasha Braus ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Eren Jaeger ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Armin Arlert ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Reiner Braun ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Jean Kirstein ( romantic & platonic )

☆ 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐀 ☆

☆ Shouta Aizawa ( romantic & platonic )

☆ Inko Midoriya ( romantic & platonic )

☆ Mitsuki Bakugou ( romantic & platonic )

☆ Izuku Midoriya ( romantic & platonic )

☆ Katsuki Bakugou ( romantic & platonic )

☆ Shoto Todoroki ( romantic & platonic )

☆ Eijirou Kirishima ( romantic & platonic )

☆ Denki Kaminari ( romantic & platonic )

☆ Ochaco Uraraka ( romantic & platonic )

☆ Mina Ashido ( romantic & platonic )

☆ Momo Yaoyorozu ( romantic & platonic )

☆ Eri ( platonic )

☆ Himiko Toga ( romantic & platonic )

☆ Touya Todoroki ' Dabi ' ( romantic & platonic )

☾ 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 ☽

☾ Giyu Tomioka ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Mitsuri Kanroji ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Obanai Iguro ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Sanemi Shinazugawa ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Gyomei Himejima ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Shinobu Kocho ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Tengen Uzui + Wives ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Kyojuro Rengoku ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Hotaru Haganezuka ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Muzan Kibutsuji ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Kokushibo ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Akaza ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Gyutaro ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Tanjiro Kamado ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Inosuke Hashibira ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Genya Shinazugawa ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Nezuko Kamado ( platonic )

☾ Muichiro Tokito ( platonic )

☾ 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 ☼

☾ Gojo Satoru ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Suguru Geto ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Shoko Ieiri ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Kento Nanami ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Sukuna ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Toji Fushiguro ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Yuji Itadori ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Megumi Fushiguro ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Nobara Kugisaki ( romantic & platonic )

☼ Maki Zenin ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Toge Inumaki ( romantic & platonic )

☾ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ☽

☾ Corky ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Shane Mccutcheon ( romantic & platonic )

☾ Alicia Clark ( romantic & platonic )

[ricardchoyos]

[triumphandloss]

RECHERCHES ACTIVES.

(eh oui c’est encore moi. mais ne m’en voulez pas, ces pépites sont toujours libres et à prendre. vous ne ferez que des bons choix. cliquez sur les prénoms/noms pour accéder au forum et aux scénarios associés.) 

une charade écarlate, les songes fastes et les météores enflammés. mais dans cette fantastique chevauchée, l'enfant s'effondre à ses pieds. car les ambitieux finissent brisés sur les flancs de la désillusion, les violents sur ceux de l'impuissance (...)

-- BENNY FYRE; clive standen.

-- RAQUEL ORTIZ; eva mendes.

-- FRIEDRICH WARREN; matthew mcconaughey.

-- NIGHTMARE; michael fassbender.

-- SADIE MUNROE; samantha robinson.

-- MILENA RASKOLNIKOV; stefani germanotta. 

[queenbeedramaqueen]

So I watched Sadie's Last Days on Earth tonight. It's actually pretty good. At least I liked it. I of course only watched it because I heard not only was Munro Chambers in it but Ricardo Hoyos. Two of my favorite Degrassi Actors. Munro had me laughing so hard. And Ricardo was just adorable as always. If you haven't seen it check it out. You might see another Degrassi member in the cast. She surprised me. Not to mention it was also written by a Degrassi member And Michael Seater!!

[missvelvetsstuff]

Fridays Place

Bucky Barnes x Reader

MobAU

Chapter 11

Warnings: swearing, angst, panic attacks

For the next few weeks Bucky & Becca stopped by almost every afternoon to spend time with Friday. They went a little further outside every day. Sometimes Friday did really well and they would make progress. Others she had panic attacks and didn't get past the porch. Either way she was leaving the house and interacting with the riders while Destry stayed with her, happily munching on the grass that he usually wasn't allowed to graze.

One day she was sitting on the porch with Becca wondering where Bucky had run off to when his SUV pulled up with a horse trailer behind it. When he turned the it off she could hear horses in the trailer. She stepped off the porch, towards the trailer when he stepped out of the SUV.

Friday looked at him confused "Bucky, what are you up to?"

He flashed that beautiful smile at her and she felt her stomach flutter and her knees wobbled for a second. "I saw you had some empty stalls and not enough horses for a full class so brought some new friends. I hired a local trainer to pick out some horses. She said they are "bomb proof"?"

A beautiful woman with dark skin and silver hair, had slipped out of the car while they spoke and came up to introduce himself. "I'm Ororo Munroe, originally from Kenya but I grew up in Harlem. Horses, in a program like yours, for at risk youth, kept me out of trouble. I'm a great admirer of Peggy Carter and was at her funeral to show the respect I had for her and what she did. She was such an accomplished rider and could have made herself rich giving lessons to debutantes and training their horses but walked away from that to help those who were less fortunate. Not many would do that.

I remember watching you compete a few times and remember how at one you were with Louie in your dressage classes, like watching ballet. I was shocked when I read of what happened to you in the papers and wanted to reach out but didn't know how. When Mr Barnes asked for my help I couldn't say no. I hope these girls will help you and your riders."

Friday teared up and didn't know what to say so just gave Ororo a hug, crying and mumbling thanks. When she was able to compose herself she pulled away and smiled through her tears.

"I'm not sure what to say since thank you doesn't feel like enough. How much do I owe you for the horses and your time?"

Ororo laughed softly "Nothing. Mr Barnes paid for the horses and my time is no charge."

Ororo headed to the back of the trailer, opening it up and starting to take the horses out. Two dappled gray mares were soon displayed in front of Friday.

"They are sisters, Ladie & Sadie. Very gentle and I already started training them for lessons. Ladie is a baby sitter, very intuitive to her rider. Sadie is a bit more difficult but still a good horse for riders with a little more experience."

Friday walked to to the horses and started speaking to them softly, both mares responding with their ears forward and sniffing at her outstretched hands. They bonded silently for a moment before Friday turned to Bucky smiling through her tears and hugged him tightly. She pulled away, a little embarrassed and grinned awkwardly.

"Thank you Bucky. I don't know what to say."

Bucky grinned at her "say you don't mind boarding Becca's horse here but you should probably put them up before your lawn is destroyed" he gestured to the mares who had started grazing.

"Oh no, I have to get the extra stalls cleaned out, we've been using them for storage." Friday paused "Wait, Becca's horse?" Then noticed the third horse, a Norwegian Fjiord mare.

Ororo smiled "That is Hilde, Mr Barnes bought her for his daughter. Hilde is trained in dressage and jumping. She will be good for Becca to learn on."

Becca squealed and hugged her father "Thank you so much, Daddy. I promise I will practice every day and take good care of her."

Bucky laughed and smiled at her "I know you will. Hilde is a big responsibility and I know you will take good care of her. With Fridays help."

Friday called for Peter to get the stalls ready and jumped when Peter came up behind her.

Peter flinched "Sorry, Boss. Didn't mean to startle you. Don't worry, their stalls are already set up. You really should come by the barn sometimes." He grinned at her.

Friday smiled "Y'all are really sneaky. Maybe I shouldn't have trusted you to keep things running" she teased and grabbed the lead ropes for Ladie and Sadie while Ororo helped Becca lead Hilde.

As Hilde started to move there was a sudden, loud and angry meow that stopped everyone in their tracks. Friday turned to look and saw a fluffy white cat with blue eyes stretching on Hilde's rump. She looked at Bucky with an eyebrow raised.

Bucky shrugged "That's Alpine. Becca said you needed a barn cat."

Becca squealed "She's so pretty" and put her hand up for the cat to smell. After a thorough inspection of Becca's hand, Alpine licked her fingers which made Becca giggle. "Her tongue is so scratchy"

Everyone laughed. Friday looked back to Bucky. "So an extra horse, a cat and daily lessons? You're asking an awful lot, Barnes."

Bucky smirked "I'm sure I'll find a way to make it up to you" and winked at her.

Friday felt her face heat up and hoped he didn't notice.

When the horses were all settled in, Ororo had to leave but gave Friday her number and they promised to get together soon.

Friday ordered pizza for everyone. They sat on the porch while they ate and Alpine went from person to person, checking everyone out before settling on the swing.

Becca went on about Hilde and planning her show career. She told her father about the gear she would need and already knew when the next event for her age group was scheduled.

"Miss Friday? Do you think I can be ready to compete in time?"

Friday was sitting on the porch with her back up against the front wall of the house with a slice of pizza in one hand and her phone in the other. She was going over lessons and schedules, excited about the prospect of expanding her program with the additional horses. She realized it was the first time she had felt anything but dread for the future. The first time she had been able to tear her mind away from the whole Brock/Sharon drama.

"I'm sorry Becca, my mind drifted. When is the show and what classes are you interested in?"

Becca smiled "It's in 2 months. There will be equitation (where your riding and ability to control your horse are judged), pleasure(where your horse is judged on their manners, ability, performance, quality and conformation), dressage(which is like a dance and is an Olympic sport, my personal favorite to watch) and jumping(also an Olympic sport)."

Friday thought for a minute "If you work hard you and Hilde could be ready for equitation and pleasure classes. Dressage and jumping will take more time, especially since they are not something we've worked on yet."

MJ nudged Peter and they both smiled. Friday hadn't showed any interest in anything since Brock and they hoped Becca could remind her why she had the stable and did what she did in the first place. They could see the glint in her eyes and the smile that had become so rare and it gave them hope.

Friday frowned "What are the dates? I'll have to look at the calendar to make sure. I think have something important coming up" she pulled out her phone and looked at her schedule.

The trial for Sharon started in 4 weeks and Friday was supposed to testify. She saw the date marked and suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe, her eyes glazed over and she felt like she was underwater and being crushed. She dropped the slice of pizza.

Bucky tried to talk to her "Friday? You ok doll?"

But she couldn't hear him, he sounded so far away. She was back in that room with Brock standing over her, leering at her as he abused her body. Tears started streaming down her face and she whispered "No. Please."

Her eyes rolled back, she fell to the side and started shaking violently.

Bucky looked around in a panic "Is this a seizure? Is she epileptic? What's going on?"

Peter shook his head "She doesn't have epilepsy but I've read that PTSD can cause seizures. Make sure she has space and keep her safe, so she can't hurt herself"

He was trying not to panic too. After Friday refused to talk about what had happened or see a counselor, Peter had read up on PTSD so he would know what to do if she needed help. He had been hoping that she wouldn't need him, that she would find someone to talk to. He thought Bucky might have been that after seeing how he had helped in the last few weeks but obviously not.

The seizure only lasted a few seconds but to everyone on that porch it had felt like ages. Peter sighed in relief as he saw her body stop shaking and her breathing even out. He sat down next to her "Hey boss, you ok there?"

Friday groaned "Yeah, what happened? Did I faint or something." She tried to sit up and Bucky helped support her mumbling "or something"

She looked at him confused "What's going on?"

Peter held her hand "You had a seizure."

Friday pulled back "A what? Why would I have a seizure? I've never had one before."

"I know boss." He looked away and rubbed the back of his neck "They can happen to people with PTSD"

Friday scoffed "Well that's ridiculous. Why would I have PTSD? I've never fought in combat."

"Yeah, I know boss but you've been through something pretty damn traumatic not so long ago."

Friday looked at him "Plenty of women have been sexually assaulted and didn't get PTSD. it's been months and I've been fine. It must be something else."

MJ gave her a hard look "You have most certainly not been fine. You went for 2 months without leaving the house. It's been another month and you haven't left the property or even ridden on the property."

Friday started getting mad. "So what? Everyone needs time to heal. I'm fine!"

Peter held her hand and tried to hold back his tears. "But you aren't fine, Y/N. And it's ok, no one expects you to be fine after what you went through but you need to talk to someone. Have some sessions with Lynne, at least. Please."

"I know you are trying to help, Peter, but I'm fine. I don't need to talk to anyone and relive all of it. It's the past so just leave it there and please stop. I'm going to bed" Friday sighed and made sure the trash from pizza was cleaned up before retreating into her house, not realizing Alpine followed her. She changed into an oversized t-shirt and lay down on her bed where she finally felt safe enough to let her tears fall.

Alpine jumped up onto the bed and curled up next to her, purring loudly until they both fell asleep.

Chapter 12