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stories4thepack · 17 days

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Omg, something about Carol always being warm because of her powers and vampire R always cold because of the undead, perfect match 😍

The three times hot and cold clashed:

“We couldn’t fucking stop it.”

Carol shouts. Monica, Kamala and you stand silently aliens the room. Watching as your girlfriend paces helplessly in the field you had crash landed in

“Carol it’s alright.”

“No it’s not. “

Carol shouts, making Monica fall suddenly silent. You can see the blonde’s fists beginning to glow as she speaks to the others, and you know full well she’s in the verge of loosing control.

“Listen, we have time to revere this and prevent her from stealing earths sun.”

You say, stepping forward with your arms raised as you attempt to calm her.

“WHAT IF WE DON’T, SHE IS STRONGER THAN I ORIGINALLY THOUGHT AND IF I FAIL AGAIN”

Her body bursts with that solar light making Kamala and Monica stumble backwards, but you leap forward, pulling Carol into a tight hug. You hear her gasp, startled, but she slowly wraps her arms around you, allowing your freezing frame to calm her. Letting the light fade away once more.

“That- That was something.”

Monica mutters as Kamala’s grin grows when Carol lets her head fall onto your shoulder.

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”Alright then, are you sure about this Y/n?”

Carol asked. You both were stood on a moon far away from Earth, with a phone places up against a rock to record the event for Kamala back home.

“So ready Captain”

You grin, throwing a thumbs up at the camera knowing full well Kamala will be jumping out of the couch for this.

“Alright”

Carol smiles, her hands glowing in that same, glorious way that never failed to catch you in a trance.

“Start small?”

You ask, receiving a determined nod in return. You slip easily into your defensive stance, focusing on the emptiness where your heart should be beating.

You feel your instincts to take over, eyes burning red as you hand moves impossibly fast from your side to catch one of carols solar blasts. You watch the light twirling between your fingers, licking at your skin like golden flames.

“I’ll be honest, I thought I was gonna throw you across the planet”

Carol beams, making you chuckle, throwing the light into the stone ground, feeling the pebbles flick up at your ankles.

“Again.”

You growl, Carol punches the air In front if her, sending a second polars in your direction you catch it with ease, this time throwing it suddenly back the way it came. Carol barley dodges the attack by rolling into her knees sending a beam of light over at you. It hits you square in the chest, making you stumble backwards, but you dig your heal into the ground, countering the burning blast with your own undead coldness, tearing the attack apart in a flash of blue before it could actually damage you.

Carol watches shocked, before you use your inhuman speed to appear in front if her. Tackling her to the ground, laughing at her surprised expression.

”I think I’m good.”

You whisper, placing you hands firmly on her shoulders to prevent her from getting up. She smiles, grasping the back of your head and bringing you into a kiss. Letting her hands wander up your chest, as your lips before against hers. She pulls away, kissing gently up your neck to your jaw until she reaches your ear

“are you sure about that?”

She whispers, before sending a blast into your chest. Throwing you across the planet, crashing roughly into the hard ground. Sand and stones fly up around where you land, a small crater looming around you. You watch as Carol appears above you, looking both concerned and as if she’s trying not to laugh. You point at her, sounding as stern as possible:

“EDIT THAT OUT!”

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Carol could feel the tears sliding down her burning cheeks before she had properly adjusted to her surroundings. Sweat flowed from her forehead as she ran her fingers through her hair, heart pounding painfully against her ribs. Every night she has one of these nightmares and yet, they never cease to scare her senseless.

“Carol?”

You mutter, shuffling closer to where you had crouched by the woman. You can hear her gasps for air as she hides her face behind her hands. Her body shook as if she was cold, but you could feel the heat radiating off her and it didn’t help that she practically had the power of a burning star boiling through her veins.

“Y/n”

“Hey, I’m here. I’m right here.”

You whisper. At first, it was strange to see her like this, weak, scared, vulnerable. But now, it brought a throbbing sense of sorrow to your undead heart because you knew, behind her stoic and strong demeanour, that she was a broken, fearful mess.

“May I touch you?”

You ask softly, pulling the sobbing woman into your arms as she nods. You sink into her bed, allowing Carol to curl into your chest, her hand clutching the fabric of your shirt.

“It’s alright, I promise.”

You hum, tracing small circles along her spine.

“You’re so cold.”

She says, hiding her face in the crook of your neck

“Sorry.”

“No. M’like it.”

She says, snuggling impossibly closer. You can feel the rapidly beating of her heart calming down as her body cools, her breath fading into soft snores.

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stories4thepack · 18 days

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Hi! This may be a little weird but I think I’m obsessed with the concept of Carol Danvers x vampire reader 😂

Do you have any thoughts about it you'd like to share?

You have gotten me thinking……I may possibly write another fanfic about it later, but for now here’s some ideas:

Carol does not trust you at first, of course she doesn’t, you are a creature who literally drinks peoples life force to survive

Originally, she was going to quickly drop you off at another planet. But when you jumped front of her to protect her from a shot from one of the angry inhabitants. She pulls you back into her ship, ready to patch you up. She’s down right frustrated that you didn’t know she was immune to those kinds of weapons.

While she assumed you were too daft to successfully do anything to her, your cunning in combat is what made Carol wary, she knew that (physically) you were a match for her. Even without your enhanced abilities, you were skilled enough to be able to endure a fight

She watches the way you treat others, with such compassion and empathy that makes it near impossible to believe you are a monster

One night, she jolts awake, screaming from a nightmare and immediately your cold arms are gently placed around her. Holding her close to make her feel secure and needed. From that night, you began to sleep in her bed, allowing her to subconsciously snuggle up to your cool chest

Carol begins to open up to you more about her past, her regrets and finds that, in the centuries you’ve been alive, you’ve suffered similarly to her

You have your first bite before your first kiss

You were hungry, but also stubborn, refusing to tell Carol what was wrong until she figured it out herself

She convinced you to bite her and promised she would always be there to play the role of “blood bag” as she so kindly put it

(she will never admit that the feeling of your lips against her neck, fangs grazing her skin and tongue lapping at her blood was all she would ever desire)

Your first kiss is on a solitary moon, overlooking the beaming stars and the three grinning suns surrounding a vast, golden planet. In that moment, she was more desperate for you than you are for blood

Carol Danvers is extremely dominant in a relationship, but, you can make her a whimpering, pleading mess the second you pin her against the wall, fangs deep in her throat

Kamala immediately senses something between you two the second she sees you in the same room together, even though you both desperately tried to convince her otherwise. (The amount of fan fictions the girl would write later…..)

First date: You cook Carol a steak, with a dressed salad and a glass (or two) of red wine. And in return, she flips her hair away from her neck so you too may eat. (dessert however, allowed both of you to eat the same kinda food😏)

Carol is always worried about you, though you are immortal, you can still get hurt, even with an increased healing factor. Her concern is sweet, but often ends up with the situation getting worse than it already was

Carol would kill for you and you would be there to prevent her from doing so

if you have any suggestions about what should happen in a Carol Danvers x vampire reader fanfic, please let me know

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stories4thepack · 29 days

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Save you

Carol Danvers x vampire reader

Warnings: blood, violence, vampire stuff

You get hurt on a mission and Carol is there to help you get better. Even if that means you gotta bite her….

Kamala’s grin had fallen for the first time since the four of you had originally met. Monica was sat Beside you, watching as the few remaining Skrull vanished from the ship in a flash of light. Sorrowful silence replaced their prescience

You leaned against the table, desperately attempting to cover the wound on your abdomen with your hand. You wore a plain, black shirt and matching leather jacket which kindly assisted in hiding the dark blood seeping through the fabric.

“Y/n? Are you alright?”

Monica asked, her stoic face shifting into an expression of pure concern. You tried your best to smile, swallowing down the painful hiss as you got to your feet, stumbling as you took a step away. Kamala is on her feet immediately and Carol dashes to your side, fear moulding her clay face.

“Im alright, just tired. Don’t worry.”

You glanced at Kamala, who’s eyes were tearing up with guilt. She had tried to shield you as the large, rocky over hang had fallen, but she had swapped places the second she used her powers. As a result, a large piece of the boulder had dug itself into your body, while it was removed, the wound refused to close without blood. You shook your head, almost begging her not to mention it.

“She got trapped under one of the rocks that fell.”

She cries out and Carols eyes widen with shock. She had seen you disappear for a moment as she had blasted the falling boulders, but she had never thought for a second that you had been caught in the rocks, never mind been impaled by one of the shards.

“You’re coming wit me”

“Carol-“

You began to protest, but Carol began to drag you from the others into the room down below. Once there, she forced you to sit down, quickly tearing your jacket off your shoulders.

“Carol-“

“Y/n, im going to help you.”

“Carol!”

You tried again as she lifted the bottom of your shirt up, revealing the deep, seeping wound. Blood flowing down onto your dark, vibranium infused trousers. She froze, staring in horror at the wound.

“Carol, you can’t help. The wound is way too bad, I need blood. Pass me one of the bags in the fridge.”

Carol remains staring fixedly at the wound, almost as if she was contemplating her next move. She slowly raises her head, meeting your soft gaze.

“There aren’t anymore. I forgot to ask fury for more.”

“What?!”

You shout, yelping as pain shot through your body at the action. Panic bubbles inside of you. Without blood and with such an injury, your hunger would grow faster than usual. You were a danger to everyone in this ship. You needed to go. Get out. Before you hurt anyon-

“I’m going to help you.”

Carol says again, releasing the words deliberately slowly as she moves her hair away from her throat. Allowing her neck to be on full display. Your eyes flashed red at the sight, hunger boiling in the pit in your stomach and burning through your veins. You snap your jaw shut, locking it in place and lurching away from your girlfriend. She grasps your hands, holding them tightly as she speaks gently.

“Please Y/n, let me help.”

“Captain-“

You muttered, leaning a little closer to where she is crouched in front of you. She gasps lowly as your lips graze her neck, pressing light kisses against her pale skin. You feel her arms wrap around your shoulders, fingers rubbing small, encouraging circles on the back of your neck.

“Go ahead.”

She whispers into your ear, sending chills throughout your body. You sigh, sinking into the crook of her neck, running your tongue gently over the skin there, attempting to numb it a little before you hurt her.

Your fangs slip easily from your gums, trailing the flesh until they froze on your girlfriends pulse point, you pull the strap of her top down her shoulder a little, giving you a greater area to work with. She moans quietly as your fangs sink into her skin, breaking into the vein. Her blood flows into your mouth, the warmth soothes the pain of the wound, you wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her up into your lap. She lifts her head up, gasping up at the ceiling as you drink. Her hands trail down your chest to where your wound is, feeling the skin as is twists and knits itself back together. She feels you press further into her throat, your fingers curling around her hips as you attempt to control yourself.

“Y/n”

She mutters, the name barley a whisper through the blur of pain and pleasure. But you hear her, slowly retracting your fangs from her throat before trailing your tongue over the wound. Gathering the blood that had attempted to slip away from you.

“Thank you”

You mutter, barley away from her throat before she grasps your shirt by the scruff and pulls you into a kiss. Her tongue tailing your lips, tasting her own blood in your mouth. She feels the vibration of your moan ripple up your throat as she breaks away, biting down on your neck in return. You close your eyes, feeling her lips suck against your cool skin. Trying hard not to moan in case the others hear-

“Carol, we’re not alone on the ship, remember?”

You manage to force out, missing her touch as she gets up quickly. A sly grin painting her face.

“We’ll finish this when we’re alone then.”

she chuckles, giving a final, desperate kiss to your lips before leaving. Wiping the blood from her neck and leaving you a flustered mess behind her.

(sorry for any spelling mistakes, I did this in The car 😅)

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stories4thepack · 2 months

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Alright...here’s my thoughts!

CastleAudios uploaded the video for flashback February (striking a deal between an alpha and a queen) and it’s mentioned and somewhat confirmed that Claire can change blood not only because she’s a blood mage but because she’s a werewolf

SO PERHAPS ITS NOT DOLL RACHELLE NEEDS TO BECOME HUMAN AGAIN ITS CLAIRE

(AND MAYBE THATS GONNA BE A WHOLE PLOT CAUSE WOW! THAT WOULD BE AWESOME)

#CastleAudios #fanfiction #vampire #Castle Audios #Glenwood #CastleAudios Beth #CastleAudios Claire

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stories4thepack · 3 months

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HEAR ME OUT!!!!

The vision seer had of Beth demanding where her mate is….is STILL yet to happen. Maybe Rachelle attacks Claire and Beth (to get to Ranger) and Seer kinda jumps in the way to save them and ends up getting taken

OR….and hear me out:

SEER IS ACTUALLY A CREATURE THEMSELVES!!!!!

Like…a demon, or a hellhound or even a shifter (but I think Beth would recognise a shifter) and they are kidnapped by hunters because of it. (Or maybe just kidnapped by hunters to get revenge on Claire and Beth)

Or maybe I’m thinking a few miles away from the box with that one😂

BUT LET ME DREAM!!!

#castleaudios #castle #Beth CastleAudios #Seer CastleAudios #fanfiction #requests #vampire #Werewolf #What if!

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stories4thepack · 3 months

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The difference

Villains are evil, cruel monsters

Hero’s are kind and strong people

Few see the fine line between them

Less choose to uncover their eyes

Villains are broken and hurt

Hero’s are abusers of power

Who do we celebrate

Who SHOULD we praise

Villains are forced into the role

While hero’s grasp it with a grin

And when the hero fails?

Who do we choose to blame?

#fanfiction #jenna ortega #wednesday #requests #vampire #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #ghostface #scream 6 #hero reader #villain #villain reader #evil #poem

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stories4thepack · 3 months

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The Hero’s fall

(Short idea I’ll be using for a series later on, possibly a Wednesday one)

“This is not you!”

You screamed as the villain grasped your throat, pinning you against the wall. Your fearful face reflected in the metal mask that covered their face between their throat and their nose. The villain chuckles, their familiar soft gaze replaced with a glare filled with blood-thirsty hatred. Fear rippled through your body as you finally realised that your best friend may end up your killer.

“You don’t know me, Hero, you never did.”

They chuckle, tightening their grip around your throat, their eyes glaring at you with mock sympathy. Laughing as you grabbed their wrist, attempting to pull them off you. Your voice struggles up your throat as you speak.

“I know who you claim not to be, I know who you were all those years ago, I know the person I cherished. The person who would jump in front of a bullet for the people they care about, the person who would hold someone in their arms and never once complain about the tears soaking their shoulder. The person who was gentle and patient, the person I cared about.”

The strangled words seem to have a strange effect on the villain, their dark eyes widening in shock, their grip loosening ever so slightly. You can see the painful images that have been reawakened by your words flashing before their red eyes, causing their forehead to wrinkle up as they wince at the thoughts. Suddenly, their grip becomes impossibly tight, their glare piercing your heart with invincible daggers.

“That person was killed a long time ago; they collapsed under the beating of a thousand words and remained silent as they died. Never once did they cry out, begging that anyone walking past would notice them, see their deep wounds and offer some form of help, some gesture of kindness. Their final thoughts could be described as little more than desperate, and their hope was crushed as quickly as their life left them. They died alone, Hero, and I will make you suffer the same fate.”

“Please, you have to see this is not right, you have to see past what you’ve become-”

Your thrown across the room, screaming out in pain as a deafening crack Echoed in the small space. Your leg was snapped at a gruesome angle in front of you, blood covering every inch of your battered body, spit sliding down your open mouth as you desperately gasped for air.

“What have I become then Hero? What am I now? A killer? A psychopath?”

You can’t speak, horrified by the laugh that had once brought a smile to your face. You look at them again, hurt by what you see: more what you don’t see, the lack of the kind person you had loved for years.

“You’ve fallen awfully silent, Hero, what’s wrong? Scared? You should be…”

The villain stalks over, removing their metal mask before allowing it to fall to the floor with a loud clunk. You wished you could call the face as familiar as their voice, but the scarred skin spoke of the nightmarish journeys your old friend walked to get to where you both were now. It held no sign of remorse or regret, each mark a symbol of experience. Your twisted grin revealed just how changed you were…how dead your old self truly was. The villain looms over you, causing your hair to stand on edge.

“I am the last face you will ever see, my voice the last words you will ever hear and my revenge the only thing you will feel.”

They cackle, drawing a blade slowly from their belt, that sinister smile never once faltering on their face, you wanted to scream, but all you could do was struggle to form words….the words that would soon be your last

“You're a monster.”

The villain pauses, their smile falling at the statement. Yet, it’s too late now for them. They know what they must do. The blade is plunged into your gut, blood soaking through your shirt. A Solitary tear silently stalked down your pale cheek. Just before you pass out, you hear your enemy hiss the words you always dreaded to hear.

“Then acknowledge that you are my creator.”

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stories4thepack · 3 months

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The Hyde: Part One

Wednesday x reader

(Requested)

What happens, when a Hyde is seen outside of Nevermore?

Wednesday was puzzled, no, more than that. She was perplexed, questions drummed inside her head and an unfamiliar, gnawing sense of dread clawed at her gut, why had Tyler not attacked Enid when she shifted? Why had he not defended himself when she attacked? Unless....the creature that Enid was pinning onto the ground, forcing her claws deep into the creature's flesh.... was not Tyler? What if the werewolf was defending her against the wrong person?

Her dark eyes glared at the Hyde as it collapsed, yelping loudly as it returned to its bloody form, its deep wounds barley covered by the sorry remains of a blue hoodie and what seemed to be jeans. The creature’s human frame shook violently, as if fearful of Enid’s wolf, flinching as the werewolf snarled aggressively. The full moon watched from the starless sky, a witness to the fight just moments before. The werewolf barked, canines on full display as the person attempted to clamber onto their knees, their arms failing them as they crumbled under their own weight, the dry forest floor doing little to assist the already injured creature, roots and stones dug themselves deeper into the open wound, the pain promoting a cry to fly from the person mouth.

And Wednesday recognizes the sound, the dread shifting into a feeling far more painful, she stumbled forward, anxiously awaiting the moment when Tyler’s face was revealed, and he was chained once more and successfully escorted to a secure location. Enid’s growl falters, her ears perk upward as the person turns to face her, a hand desperately held in the air, a silent beg for mercy. The wolf whines, her feral eyes softening to a look Wednesday regrets to call familiar, a look she herself had gifted to only one person.

You

Your broken cries stab at the girl's black heart as you attempt to stand, managing to catch yourself just as you are about to fall once more. Enid slides forward, each step completed slowly and cautiously, her paws pressing against the ground with a deliberate lightness. When she reaches you, her nose nudges against your skin gently, guiding your arm over her strong shoulders before helping you to your feet. Wednesday watches your fingers curve softly into her fur as you fall against her steady frame, the pain of both your injuries and the energy used to shift seizing control of your usually tough figure. The raven hair can hear the effort it takes for each ragged breath to be forced from your lungs and she watches the way your eyes dart away from her own, a horrified look on your bloody face. Wednesday hates how she swiftly removes her black trench coat and drapes it over your shoulders, covering your exposed body. You don’t talk, either choosing to remain mute or far too battered to be able to form words, but a strangled noise vibrates up your throat, as if you were thanking her. Enid walks carefully beside you, the intimidating werewolf replaced by your concerned friend, no doubt feeling the same painful sense of betrayal and confusion Wednesday herself suffered with.

Your free hand clutched at the fabric, covering as much of your skin as possible, hiding most of your injuries beneath the clothing. Wednesday observed silently Enid steps closer to you, no doubt allowing you to rest all your weight against her, but you don’t, you keep your arm securely around her broad, wolfish shoulders accepting the girl’s help, yet refusing to truly use her for your own benefit, your eyes remained locked on the ground as you struggled to walk alongside the girls, limping through the darkness, hissing as pain shot up through your leg.

Not once did you look up. Not once did you speak. Not even when you were guided through the crowd of Nevermore: you never glared as the sirens turned to mutter to one another, didn’t pause to give the growling werewolves an insult clever enough to create tears, you didn't even flinch as the vampires snapped their fangs in your direction. And yet, it took a Goron jumping in front of the three of you, screaming at the two Outcasts for bringing a Hyde into the school grounds, that made you snap. Your eyes flashed yellow as your head snapped upward, a fierce growl darting through your bared tusks and echoing around the courtyard.

“You have a problem with them, you have a problem with me.”

You roared at the boy, the voice not belonging to you and yet, possessing the same protectiveness as your usual character. The boys hand snapped fearfully up to grasp his beanie, prepared to rip it from his head and turn you to stone. Enid trudged forward before Wednesday could, a commanding bark silencing the dissonant commotion. With a scowl, the boy steps out of your way, muttering under his breath

“We already have a problem with you, Hyde.”

Your head returned to its original position, your eyes faded back to their natural color and your tusks vanished behind your bleeding lips. Wednesday threw glares at each outcast she passed, making them shrink away into the crowd. The commotion started up again the second you three disappeared behind the vast, wooden doors, but you did not speak again, not when they got you into their dorm room, not when Wednesday sat you on the edge of her bed. Wednesday began to scan the wounds in your face as Enid vanished into the bathroom, Thing scuffling after her with a shirt clasped in his fingers. You never responded when Wednesday spoke to you, the only sound she received were hisses as she cleaned the tender wounds on your face. She hadn’t noticed the tears sliding down your cheeks until she was wiping them away, caught up in the pain your brokenness caused her to endure. You stiffly moved your arms as Enid returned (in human form) allowing yourself to be guided into one of her massive hoodies, the trench coat removed and dumped onto the Goths desk, the long, rugged fabric soon replaced with soft Cotten tracksuit pants. Enid shuffled beside you, allowing your head to fall onto her shoulder, she never complained as your tears soaked her top, but Wednesday could see the questions behind her roommates softening gaze.

“There was no need to stand up to that Goron Y/n”

Wednesday muttered, handing the werewolf a fresh cloth, the intense alcoholic scent making you scrunch up your nose. Enid carefully rolled up your sleeve, revealing the claw marks in your arm, blood spewing over the skin and onto your leg, no doubt staining the grey tracksuit. Enid stifled a horrified gasp as she stared at her handywork, it had not looked this bad when you were in your other form, but this-

“Y/n!”

Wednesday shouts as your eyes roll into the back of your head and you fall limp into the werewolves' strong arms. She immediately rests you down onto the bed, shouting for you to wake up.

“She is losing too much blood, apply pressure to the wound on her abdomen!”

The werewolf stares in shock at the blood seeping through your clothes, taking in the cuts decorating each and every inch of your skin. Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face, her body shaking more violently than yours had. Wednesday darts in front of her immediately, a stern, almost desperate look on her face.

“If you do not help me, she will die Enid.”

The werewolf nods, running to your side as the psychic desperately tries to save your life......

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stories4thepack · 3 months

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Upcoming fic vote:

#vampire wednesday #fanfiction #jenna ortega #wednesday #requests #wednesday addams x reader #scream 6 #ghostface #wednesday addams #vampire #enid sinclair #doctor who #writing #DroginWriter89

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stories4thepack · 3 months

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does pineapple belong on pizza?

-🍍

I am going to start a riot by saying this.

I don't care.

YES

I'm the monster who orders the pineapple and black olive pizza and I will not apologize

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stories4thepack · 3 months

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Wednesday’s rules:

If they stand behind you, respect them. If they stand against you, defeat them But the person standing beside you:

That would be Enid Sinclair

WENCLAIR EVERYBODY!!!!

#Wednesday addams #Jenna Ortega #Emma Myres #Enid Sinclair #requests #fanfiction #wednesday #enid x wednesday #enid fanart #wenclair

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stories4thepack · 4 months

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Stranger (Part 2)

Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Warnings: Violence, death, blood and swearing

“What the fuck do you mean it’s a month old?”

The girl hisses, but you can see the way her gun is lowered slightly, your eyes no longer staring down its barrel. You lift your arms slowly upward, trying to show her your not armed

“I’ll show you.”

You mutter, before lifting your shirt over your head. Your left in a black bra, yet the lack of the torn T-shirt reveals the many bites littering your torso. One is above your collar, the bone no doubt fractured or even broken from the impact, another is on your left shoulder while the other three are scattered around your hip and your spine. Each are almost healed, lumps filled with pus surround each bloody scar.

“How the hell?”

The girl asks, her gun remains trained on your, but her fingers trail your back with a light touch you hadn’t expected.

“It was the fireflies, they injected me with some kids blood, forced me into a room of infected and boom. Now I’m immune or infected. Depending how you think of it….”

You mutter, you feel the girl freeze, before she shuffled over to face you. There is something in her eyes, a mix of emotions you could not quite place as she says

“What kid?”

You shrug, noticing the way her hair is tied back and how her freckles swirl up her face. Her eyes watch you with a look you could not explain, her gaze filled with a mix of both fear, shock and the dagger like glare of a killer. You hated how you admired her features, but she really was beautiful-

“Some immune girl, or that’s what they said. I wish I didn’t believe it.”

”But you do.”

“yeah, I guess if there is someone out there the same as me, I wanna find them. I wanna have someone to relate to.”

You mutter, at this, the girl shoved the gun back into her belt and lowers a hand to help you up. You hesitate, wondering if it’s a trick

“If you were going to tear me apart, I have no doubt you would of. I guess the fireflies did their best to turn you, and I am trusting that it failed.”

(I will continue this chapter, I am going away though and it will take a little while)

#Ellie Williams #ellie Williams x reader #tlou #the last of us #fanfiction #Joel Miller #Joel Miller x reader #Ellie Miller #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie x fem reader #Riley

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stories4thepack · 4 months

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Stranger

Ellie Williams x infected!reader

“You meet Ellie while attempting to steal her food, turns out she’s nicer than you thought.”

Warnings: blood, violence, swearing, criminal activity, death, apocalypse! (The Last of us spoilers)

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“Back away from my fucking food.”

The girl you had thought to be sleeping hisses at you, the unmistakable click of a gun makes you instinctively raise your hands slowly into the air. You were crouched beside the fire, the flames licking at the hare cooking above it.

“Drop the weapon”

She hisses, you immediately drop the knife poised over the hot meal, afraid to turn your head towards the girl.

“Listen, I was not going to hurt you.”

The girl kicks your side, the pain making you topple onto the ground, groaning as your hand grasps your hip, a bruise no doubt already forming. The girl grabs your collar, forcing you to face her.

Something makes her stop when your face is lit up by the burning fire. A deep scratch flows over your left eye, barley new but not yet old enough to be a scar but what scares the girl, is your stare, one that you both could only be describe as filled with hunger, one that you both knew belonged to the infected. She raises the gun to your head, finger steady at the trigger

“Please”

You whisper. Perhaps it was the pain in your voice that made her stop, or some sense of morality. Either way, her finger lifts from the trigger, yet remains above it, hovering cautiously in place.

“Have you been bit?”

She demands, tightening her grip as you give a slow nod. You panic as you see the fear in her gaze, your hand snatching at her jacket desperately.

“It’s over a month old.”

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stories4thepack · 4 months

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Evil or Broken?

Spider Gwen x Villian Reader

Warnings: swearing, violence, blood, death (Jolly stuff right?)

(This might become a two partner or even a series depending on the popularity/ comments)

“Villains. Stories depict them as emotionless, and movies display them as hateful. The newspapers create blood thirsty monsters, but the internet declares that they lack humanity. Whoever you ask, villains will always be the bad guys, never has anyone paused to actually discover what happened to them.

Hero’s are the good guys, the ones celebrated and praised, the ones holidays are named in honor of. They are the ones allowed to tell their tales and they are the only ones who own the tragic origin stories.”

What about your story?

Gwen Stacy was your best friend. You had known her since she was 4, but when you grew up, you realized that you saw her as more. Her deep eyes never failed to put you in a trance and her gentle, humorous tone brought a warmth to your chest. You always felt nervous around her, terrified you would say or do anything to make her aware of your growing feelings. You loved Gwen Stacy.

Then the worst happened, a serum twisted a man into a monster, who the news called ‘The Lizard’. You were told to stay inside for your own safety, but your brother, Peter Parker, was out there somewhere. Something had told you that he was in danger. So, you ran to find him.

Spider-woman was fighting the Lizard when you happened across them, she was throwing punch after punch and web after web. But the creatures clawed hands grasped her by the waist, throwing her against a nearby wall. She slumped against it, groaning in pain. You had little time to think before you threw yourself in front of the girl

You would never forget the feeling of the creatures' claws tearing through your stomach and every night, you rewatched as your blood flew across the alleyway and how Ghost-spiders covered hands grasped your body as you collapsed.

“Tell Gwen I’m sorry.”

You had told Ghost-Spider as she held you in her arms. Your vision was dark, but you watched as she tore her mask from her head, revealing her perfect face from beneath it. Blood covered her suit, but she couldn’t care. She held your body as you muttered you last words.

“I love you.”

Your hand fell limp in hers, a tear frozen on your emotionless face. The Lizard stood silent and still, perhaps fighting his instincts, perhaps aware of what he had just done, perhaps your brother looked on in horror behind his slit eyes. You would never know. The fight ended with both parkers lying dead in the dark alleyway and you never knowing about your brother’s crimes.

Later, when you awoke to a burning sensation spreading through your body and the reeking smell of death from the darkness you lay in. You knew you shouldn’t be there, not just in the morgue you discovered you lay in but also in existence. You knew that you should not be alive.

You had managed to wriggle into a jacket and clambered out of the Morgue, too weak to walk and managed to discover your invulnerability when attacked by a pack of stray, rabid dogs lurking nearby. The other abilities followed suit, your increased strength and speed allowing you to throw the mutts aside, the claws sharp enough to dig into brick that pulled you up the alley wall, the instincts and endurance of a creature far beyond your own, allowing you to throw yourself from the top of the 7ft high building to the busy street below. It was as if you were injected with a serum that gave you the same abilities as The Lizard, but without the hideous, blood thirsty monster.

Your first thought was to find Gwen and driven by desperation to pull her into your arms, you followed her scent. You watched her leave school, head held down, books clasped to her chest. The left side of her head had been shaved and the stench of depression filled your nose. You crouched on the edge of the balcony, claws digging into the stone, a growl rippling past your lips at the sad sight. Gwen's head snapped upward, meeting the unfamiliar gaze of the figure lurking on the roof, a white doctor's coat thrown over their shoulders and bloody bandages covering every inch of their body. She sees the figure stiffen, head tilting in curiosity. They turn quickly, leaving the girl to dart home, struggle into her suit before allowing her Spidey senses to guide her to the being.

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“How did we get here Gwen?”

You ask from beneath the metal mask. The memories that were made over a year ago fading away, allowing you to return to the dark cell you kept your prisoner in. Her wrists cuffed in heavy chains. You wear a black shirt with matching trousers, above that were silver armor plates covering your chest, shoulder and knees. A dagger hangs off the left side of your belt and a pistol on the other. The news had depicted you as a Villain. As an emotionless, hateful, blood thirsty monster lacking all sense of humanity. They called you “The Shadow”, catchy right?

“I keep telling you, I don’t know who Gwen is!”

Ghost-spider calls from behind you, her mask still on even though you desire to rip it from her face. You can hear her heart pounding beneath her suit, she was scared, perhaps terrified of you.

“I have done nothing wrong Gwen; you are here because I do not want to hurt you.”

She snorts, making your head snap towards her, your eyes growing into a burning green, one that Gwen recognized and fears immediately; Peter Parkers eyes went the exact same color before he turned into The Lizard. Before she killed him. The news depicted her as a murderer, that she was responsible for the fate of two “innocent” siblings, and in some sickening sense, she was.

“You murdered Peter Parker.”

You state, turning slowly towards her, she stutters unable to make words, too shocked that her captor brought that up and too terrified to act.

“Why-why? Are you doing this? For him? To Finish his work?”

You grab her throat.

“He did nothing wrong!”

Your anger drives your actions as you finally rip her mask from her head. Revealing her terrified face from beneath the fabric. The sight makes you release your grip, your eyes fading to a color Gwen recognizes, the eyes now filled with the life she saw leave you but lacking the deep gentleness she’d fallen in love with.

“Y-Y/n?”

She asks, watching as you turn the other way. She can see a tear roll down your cheek, vanishing underneath your metal mask, she fights the instinct to pull you into her arms, not even sure if it is you. Your hand reached up to your mask, pressing on a button on the side which clips it open, it falls away in your hand, revealing the long scars trailing up the side of your face, disappearing into the hair hidden under your black hood. Gwen sobs, her hand reaching up to your head, you freeze, allowing her to lightly trail the marks in your skin. The Lizards claws replaced by Gwens feather light touch.

“You-your alive.”

She cries, her words mixing with the sobs crawling up her throat. The sound breaks the heart you thought you had lost, bringing that familiar, welcome warmth back to your chest, pushing out the cold.

“How?”

she finally asks, to which your shrug, sadly shaking your head. A question you are yet to answer yourself. Gwen leans into you, placing her forehead against your shoulder.

“NO!”

You roar, tearing away from her, the voice does not belong to you, its hisses and burns in your throat. You claw at your head, hood falling away to reveal your hair, cut lazily short and covered in mud. You bark, black veins crawling up your throat as your eyes darken to an evil emerald.

“Shut up!”

You beg, falling against the wall beside Gwen. You thrash, bark, cry, the mask falls from your hand and crashes loudly on the stone floor. You lurch onto the ground, claws digging into the stone as your back arches and teeth grind against each other.

“No, I will not hurt her!”

You scream, fighting whatever creature you have inside you. Gwen begins to fight her chains, attempting to tear them from her wrists as you pound on the floor, bloodying your fist as you break into the stone. She screams your name, begging you to stop and stares at the blood flowing down your hand.

“Gwen is Spider woman”

You suddenly sigh, head turning eerily towards her as if you had become possessed. A snarl pushed past your lips as you carelessly crawled onto your feet. Gwen sobs petrified of whatever you were fighting.

“And Spider woman killed your brother.”

You stalk towards her, the voice muttering from your mouth was not a welcome or comforting sound. It croaked and hissed with every violent spasm causing your body to shake and twitch.

“Y/n-”

“And she didn’t even kill The Lizard, did she? He is still out there, somewhere!”

“NO, NO I killed him. He is dead!”

“SHUT UP!”

The creature screams. Gwen can see the way your jaw tightens, as if attempting to silence the creature. You had been corrupted by whatever serum you had been injected with, no doubt by your brother. Gwen tugs at the chains, stumbling forward as they fall partly from the wall.

“She killed your brother because she hates you.”

The creature continues to mutter through your mouth, taking another menacing step closer. Gwen tears at the metal around her wrists, her fingers finally digging under them.

“A life for a life.”

You mutter, throwing yourself at the hero. She tears her hand through the metal quickly enough to be able to web herself away from the claws aimed at her head. You bark, eyes snapping up to where she is stuck on the ceiling, amazed that she has broken free.

“Coward.”

You scream, leaping at the brick wall before stalking your way up, never breaking eye contact. Gwen lifts her hand up, attempting to show that she is not armed, but your approach does not cease.

“Your brother was The Lizard, Y/n, and I can almost guarantee that he-”

“Shut up.”

You scream, but there is something behind the words, mixed with animalistic growls. Pain. She knew she was getting through to you, knew that you were listening to her.

“I can almost guarantee that whatever he injected himself with, he injected into you! It just hasn’t had the same effect.”

You freeze, muttering under your breath before screaming again. The sound makes Gwen flinch, but she continues, watching the way your eyes flicker from green to their normal color and back again.

“I did kill him Y/n, when I fought him. You died, you died in my fucking arms, and I could do nothing. I saw the creature and-”

She swallows back the lump in her throat, you haven't moved, head tilted and watching her. The emerald glare had reduced to a lighter, broken gaze which made more tears flow down her hot cheeks.

“I was angry, I had lost you. It hurt and I just- I just wanted revenge. I had no idea he was, that he had turned into that creature. I am sorry. For everything.”

You growl, approaching slowly, almost appearing cautious during the action. Gwen keeps her hand raised in case you aren’t truly back.

“You're lying.”

You suddenly shout and pounce at her, Gwen shoots a web at you before pulling it and you onto the floor below. You hit the ground hard, groaning as you attempt to get up. Your hand goes to your head, blood dripping down the side of it. Gwen lands elegantly on the floor, raising her hands again to show she will not hurt you, that you know now to be a lie. Your blood covers the tips of your finger when you take your hand away from the wound, a smile spreads across your face at the sight of it. Your skin immediately begins to knit itself back together and there is quickly no wound in sight. Gwen takes a step back as you begin to cackle

“You can hurt me as much as you like, but you will have to kill me to win!”

You leap once more at the startled hero, able to force your claws into her shoulder and pin her against the wall. Your talons press against the skin of her throat, she looks into your eyes, praying for some sign of you beyond your feral stare.

“Tell me why I should not avenge my brother right now?”

“He was the Lizard.”

She responds quickly, hoping that the fact he became a creature that wreaked havoc on the city would get through to you. You force her head against the wall, making her cry out.

“Would you kill me then? Am I no longer a friend to you because I am the villain.”

Gwen freezes, hearing the slight familiarity in your voice and how the reptilian hisses of your words attempt to smother your own, human voice. Gwen’s hand goes to the side of your face, the action makes you flinch before digging your claws deeper into her skin, she hisses in pain, a tear welling up in her eye. Gwen feels her heart pounding with fear and perhaps something else as she mutters

“You’re so much more than a friend to me.”

She hears a breath catch in your throat and notices the way your gaze darts to her lips for a brief second before you shake your head. You growl again, but the hero hears the whine hiding behind the sound.

“Please, don’t kill me yet.”

She begs as your claws dig deeper into her throat, the first drops of blood dripping onto your talons. You shake your head again, desperate to both break free and remain captive. Your eyes meet hers again, your emerald gaze filled with apologetic tears as your dig your claws deeper into her skin

“Just- give me a final moment to do this”

Before you have time to respond, she presses her lips to yours, grasping your shoulders as you attempt to break free. She presses her body against yours, keeping her lips firmly in place as her eyes close. She feels you growl against her, before your hand falls away and she is pushed firmly against the wall, your lips pressing desperately into her own. You purr slightly as her hand trails up your neck and into your hair, melting in her hold. When she finally breaks away, your head goes to her shoulder, face disappearing into the crook of her neck as you wrap your arms around her.

“Y/n”

She mutters, wrapping her arms tightly around you, desperate not to let you go again. If only she knew what was to happen….

(I will do more parts if wanted, also, I was thinking of doing another Wednesday x vampire reader or even another character x vampire reader form the series. Let me know what you think)

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stories4thepack · 5 months

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Upside-down bite

Spider Gwen x Vampire!Reader

(Similar things requested by 2 different people)

Warnings: Blood, bites, kissing, spider + vampire stuff!

Gwen watches you from the roof top her mask pulled tightly over her head. It wasn’t unusual for her to do this, ensure that you got home safely after college finished. It’s not that she didn’t trust you, but given what you were she would have to keep watch.

You look up, meeting her gaze before rolling your eyes and walking off. You knew she was Ghost-spider, she had told you a while ago and so, you told her your secret.

“I’m a vampire”

You had said, making Gwen burst out laughing. She wishes now that she hadn’t had that reaction.

“It’s not cool to stalk someone.”

Your voice mutters in her head, Gwen swings over to another building before thinking

“It’s not cool to be in someone’s mind.”

She can see you throw a middle finger in her general direction without breaking stride. Gwen laughs, she found you adorable.

Then she saw you freeze, your entire body going suddenly stiff as if you had been put in a trance. Your head slowly turns down the street, where Gwen could now hear a scuffling commotion.

“y/n? Is there blood?”

She mutters in your mind, cautiously swinging towards you as you give a slow, careful nod. Never breaking eye contact. You force your feet to move away, stumbling down the street as Gwen darts into the alley. There, she sees two thugs beating a young man, blood dripping down the side of the victims head.

“Alright Fellas, parties over.”

The masked thugs turn towards her, cackling as one of them swings a knife at her. She jumps over him, kicking him in the ass to knock him over. The other thug laughs again, Gwen turns to the sound of a click and the sight of a gun being pointed at the innocent man.

She would not have time to attack both the man creeping up behind her and save the victim from a bullet in the brain. She was facing a checkmate-

There’s a crash and a familiar growl as you throw yourself over Gwen and at the man. Tackling him to the floor. Gwen spins around, punching the other attacker a dozen times in the face before he could lay a finger on her. She grins beneath her mask as he flees, whimpering like a child. Then she hears a gun shot.

Immediately she dashes in your direction, ignoring the second attacker fleeing as well. She sees blood dripping from your shoulder, but you pull her into a hug with a smile on your face.

“See! I can be a helpful hero!”

Gwen webs herself away from you, hanging upside down as she looks at the bullet wound.

“You’ve been shot.”

“Fuck Sherlock, I had no idea!”

You bend down to help the hurt man up, your jaw clenched tightly at the sight of his blood flowing down the side of his head. He mutters something about going to a hospital and darts away from you before you can say anything.

“He is in shock, should we follow him to-“

You pause as you notice how close Gwen, swallowing nervously as you can smell her sweet scent from underneath her costume

“I’ve had to save that dude before, he’s up to no good. Don’t worry abou-“

She stops mid sentence as you carefully lower the bottom of her mask, stopping over her nose; you can now see her delicate lips which you lean into, pressing against them gently. She kisses you back within a moment, placing a covered hand on the back of your head to secure herself. Your lips fit into each other like a completed puzzle as they have a hundred times before, though the kiss never fails to bring butterflies to your stomach.

Peter Parker (from another universe) had told her about the upside down kiss and that all spider people eventually get to do it, it is apart of their stories after all, a canon event.

She finally understands why it is such a big deal. You pull away, now able to see the cocky grin on Gwens face.

“We should get you healed up Y/n!”

She says, removing the her mask, allowing her tied up hair to hang below her. You chuckle at the sight before finally responding

“I need blood to heal.”

You mutter, preparing to turn away before she grasps you firmly. Pulling you into her, her eyes are stern, even when she is hanging upside down.

“Just take it from me then.”

She mutters and you sigh. You had bitten her once before, purely out of curiosity on both sides but this time it felt kind of different, more risky.

Gwen pulls down the neck of her suit, allowing her throat to be exposed to you. Your hand grasps the fabric, pulling it over her collar bone before you press kisses against her warm skin, you can hear her contempt sigh at the action before your fangs graze her flesh. You bite her, blood immediately hitting our tongue. Gwen gasps at the feeling of her blood being gently taken from her, she can see the skin on your shoulder knitting itself together with every little sip you take. When all that remains is drying blood and a grey scar, you pull away, lips dripping with the scarlet liquid.

“Thanks for that.”

You mutter, pulling the neck of her suit over the fresh bite mark. She pulls her mask over her small smile before swinging onto the side of the wall carefully crawling away. You wipe the blood from your chin with the sleeve of your jumper before calling after her.

“Wanna take me for a swing across the city?”

“Can you ask politely?”

“Fucking hell can you or not?”

You tease, mocking an insult. She laughs and flicks her hand you way, her webs pulling your to the wall before she pulls you into her side, crawling the rest of the way up with you in her arms.

Your heart pounded with the warmth that your love for her caused.

(sorry for any typos)

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