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thecreelhouse · 4 years

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Kill the Lights // Chapter 14

Steve Harrington x Original Female Character

Read chapter 13 here!

Summary: After Violet- formally 003, a telekinetic, electrokinetic, and clairvoyant 19 year old- loses her first family, her first love, nothing is the same. She finds herself taken in by Hopper and El, struggling to find her footing and meaning to keep fighting. The Party, especially Steve Harrington, try to show her where her strengths have been hiding all along, and that no one has to fight their battles alone. Sometimes you don’t need to be rescued, but someone’s love and support while you rescue yourself sure doesn’t hurt.

Word count: 3,382

Content warnings: some season 3 spoilers, violence, PTSD, anxiety, dissociation, death, whole lotta angst, sexual themes~*~* (if you squint really lmao)

Author’s note: second to last chapter, y’all!! Next one is the end, and I’m sad to wrap this all up, but excited to finish a fic for the first time in a loooooooooong time. Drunk me finished writing this last night, sober me had to edit some typos that slipped in as well as uhh? some explicit~~~ things. Drunk me and sober me wanted two different outcomes for Violet, I guess. lol. The first half of this was written/inspired by ‘my blood’ by twenty one pilots. The second half was written while listening to a bunch of Lana del Rey songs (specifically Fuck it I love you) lmfao. Huge huge huuuuuuge thank you to anyone who has stuck with this story and also to anyone just recently catching up. Your kind words, reblogs, and likes are always so dearly appreciated!!

Chapter 14: My Blood | Fuck it I love you

The battle happened so quickly, Violet was sure she would have missed the rest of the night if she blinked for a second too long. Everything happened in such a sickening and dizzying blur.

Joyce, Hopper and Murray set out for the base far underground, leaving all the kids behind to fend for themselves. At one point, they split into two groups, and there was absolutely no way Violet was leaving El’s side, even if it meant her and Steve would be split up. She loved him dearly, but El was her immediate family now, and to Violet, family was everything.

When that monster- that thing- that had taken the flayed to use as a vessel of destruction as the Mind Flayer itself, Violet felt fear in every inch of her body. She didn’t dare let it show, though, and channeled her fear into just enough energy here and there to use as defense, but even that seemed useless against the monster.

Escaping from the Mind Flayer safely failed, getting away from Billy- who wasn’t really himself- failed, keeping the kids safe completely began to fail, slipping through Violet’s fingers. Everything was failing, failing, failing at every opportunity they tried to take to gain advantage in this fight. Even Dustin delivering precious information to the adults underground was barely a success, and had Violet on edge. So much was falling apart and failing, and she had no control over fixing any of it.

Whether from sleep deprivation or dissociation, time seemed to have jumped, and she felt like she wasn’t fully tuned in to her surroundings until fireworks started going off within the mall. The explosions shook her back into reality, vision sharpening just enough to the scene unfolding in front of her.

Violet watched in a daze as her friends shot off the fireworks from all angles in the second floor above, aiming them towards the monster. Her daze broke as her eyes landed on El, wearing her bravest face again, as she tried to talk Billy down from the dark hold the Mind Flayer had over him. Fear grew in Violet, like a sickly, sour ache in her stomach, and spread across her body in chills. This wasn’t right. Nothing was going right.

Kicking herself into high gear, Violet began speeding up the fireworks process, using the little energy she had to help light them up with sparks forming at her fingertips. The explosives whizzed and zoomed through the air, but it still wasn’t amounting to enough distraction or damage to help.

Time slowed again, time slowed and Violet knew when time slowed, she was hurting, and time really meant nothing when she suffered.

A flashback appeared in her eyes, just for a quick second, and her heart softened as she saw Amy’s sweet smile.

Violet watched as she echoed the same damn, cliche string of words she had clung onto the entire time they knew each other, the entire time Violet was barely hanging on after losing her, and the entire time while healing, while growing forward-

“All good things come to an end to make room for new beginnings, Vi.”

And just as fast as it came, the flashback dissolved, flinging her back into the present. It hit her like a ton of bricks, but she knew this was all she could do, all she could provide in a time like this. For once in her life, she felt so certain in her purpose of existing, and she would do whatever it takes to do right by that. She had no idea how this could all end up, but she couldn’t waste time on the sidelines.

Violet ran over to Steve, who was still launching fireworks into the air, pulling his attention away from the battle as her hands grabbed his face. Tears were on the verge of breaking as she kissed him quickly, but with all of the love her heart could give. Steve was caught off guard, bewildered at Violet’s actions during a time like this.

Violet pulled back with a small, sad smile appearing. Her fingers gently grazed over his cheek, trying to memorize how he felt, just in case. “Don’t be mad at me, okay?”

“Vi- what- wait- what are you doing?”

Violet pushed herself away from Steve, still stunned by how quickly everything was happening around him, and with a running start, launched herself up and over the railing of the second floor. Fireworks exploded in grand, vibrant colors above her, time slowing down again.

“Violet!” Steve yelled after her, watching his girlfriend fall, fall, fall among the chaos around them, anticipating a painful impact.

Violet felt the fall, felt her body’s usual reaction to fight gravity, of plucking itself up and back to safety, but fought against it, levitating for just a moment, before safely landing on her feet. Sounds around her melted away to a distant ringing in her ears, and her vision tunneled in on the one and only thing that mattered in that moment- protecting her sister.

In a flash, Violet slid in front of El, back facing the monster, using any energy she could find to create an entire shield, a wall of electricity, between El and the Mind Flayer. Sparks of blue, silver, white all flashed together to form defense against the worst. Violet screamed as pain rolled through her body, pushing herself beyond her limits. Blood began gushing from her nose, peeking out of her ears; her body was running on pure adrenaline.

Simultaneously, Billy jumped in the way, too, taking the blow of the Mind Flayer away from El first, body instantly being ripped open where the monster hit him.

Violet looked over her shoulder at him in horror, screaming louder, watching Billy take the full damage. In a split second, he made the choice to jump in front, saving El. Violet felt sick, but she couldn’t look away. The shield she created fell away, and she fell to the floor, the first sound registering to her ears being Max’s screams over her stepbrother’s lifeless body. Among it all, she sensed something leave, someone leave. Someone left. Someone was gone, and it wasn’t just Billy.

Not even thinking, Violet leaned over Billy, hands outstretched, trying to heal any part of him she could. Anything, something, there had to be life somewhere within him, still. She couldn’t block out the sobs that left Max, the cries from her own sister, and the looming feeling that the worst still wasn’t over yet.

“Fuck! Come on!” She angrily spat through her gritted teeth. Her arms were outstretched for a little longer before she realized how useless her efforts were. Just like that, she went from feeling like she and her powers finally had a purpose in this world, to feeling completely, utterly useless.

Falling silent in shock, she stumbled back onto the floor, cowering into a corner away from Billy’s body, away from the kids. Even in trying to save El, it was useless, because Billy sacrificed himself. She couldn’t even heal him, bring him back to life. She knew he was long, long gone.

Steve rushed over to Violet, wrapping her up completely in his embrace, trying to soothe her as sobs fell from her own mouth.

“You’re okay, you’re okay, baby.” He whispered, trying his best to keep himself together for her.

His comforting words sounded muffled, though. Distant.

In a blur, he helped her outside, where ambulances waited for anyone in need. He tried grounding her like usual, but she didn’t respond. Asking her what she saw. Violet didn’t want to respond. She was far away in her thoughts, and didn’t want to come back.

While sitting in the back of an ambulance, El sat close to Violet, holding her hand, eyes frantically searching for any sign of their dad. It wasn’t until El jumped to her feet at the sign of Joyce, far across the lot, that Violet began to come back into focus again. She got up next to her sister, following El as she walked closer to Joyce, who was now hugging Will tightly.

Joyce was alone. El’s eyes darted all around, nowhere for Hopper to be found. Her eyes spotted Murray, still no sign of her dad, though. It hit slowly, but all at once- Joyce was alone, clutching onto her youngest son, and crying.

The look Joyce gave the girls said more than enough, and Violet felt the last bit of foundation crumble to dust in her life. Sobs ripped through El, and Violet embraced her in a hug, watching the world around her continue to go on with empty eyes. She couldn’t cry, couldn’t scream, everything was gone. In just a few days time, she realized how lucky she had it, and how quickly she lost it all.

An avalanche of thoughts came rushing into her. If she just was more careful with her powers, she wouldn’t have gotten caught. She wouldn’t have been taken and forced against her will to be a part of a scheme so much greater than she ever imagined. She wouldn’t have put her loved ones in danger, wouldn’t have failed saving them. Hopper wouldn’t be missing from the picture. He’d be rushing towards them, embracing them in one of his world famous bear hugs-

“Vi, baby, I need you to breathe.”

Violet’s gaze trailed over to Steve, who stepped in closer to the girls, holding back his own grief. Her vision was fuzzy, hazy, and it took her a bit to notice she was hyperventilating as El still clutched onto her, shaking as well.

How do you go from being on top of the world, to being crushed under its own heavy, heart wrenching weight, in just a few days? How do you cope? How do you live past losing found family being taken from you again?

“I- he- Hopper-“ Violet couldn’t get much out as her thoughts raced in twenty different directions at once. Steve just nodded, understanding how awful she must be feeling, and pulled her into a hug while El still cried on Violet as well.

Violet had worked so damn hard on healing, so damn hard on growing and moving on, just for family to be ripped from her once again. The rage she felt towards Dr. Brenner was nothing now compared to the wrath she wanted to unleash on those involved in the hell below Starcourt.

As she held El and Steve close to her, Violet watched the flames rip through the roof of Starcourt. She felt silly for even having heartache while watching the mall collapse into its own descent to hell. Starcourt was just a mall, and one with darker intentions than what once lay on the surface, but it was a taste of a real, normal life, for her. Violet cherished how normal her life was beginning to feel as she was working her boring retail job, spending days off with her partner and the kids, saving money slowly.

Now? Well, now, that just all felt like a distant dream. A cruel joke. What a fool she was for thinking she could have a normal, easy life, from here on out. Nothing comes easy, nothing comes pain free. Violet just assumed that she paid her debts in pain already, and tonight proved her wrong.

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On the night of the 4th of July, Hawkins was blanketed in a humidity that Violet once came to love and appreciate in the summer. Tonight, though, it hung heavy, suffocating her. Everything felt so heavy, weighing her down, telling her to give up, maybe lash out, destroy everything, isolate completely- nothing felt concrete enough, but she sure still felt it all at once.

Violet couldn’t remember the ride to Steve’s house. He had lost his keys in the underground base, so they must have taken her bike- Steve must have drove her bike- something that would have highly impressed her any other day, but now, she just felt numb.

El told Violet how the cabin had been destroyed before the last battle at Starcourt. Most of their belongings, their home, was torn to shreds. Violet told her they could go back soon to pick through the damage for what they could salvage, but for now, they needed to rest. So, everyone kind of just made their way over to Steve’s house. The kids, Joyce, even Johnathan and Nancy, even Mrs. Wheeler- everyone affected in one way or another, ended up pulling into the driveway and filing into the usually empty Harrington household.

One by one, they all took turns showering in the multiple bathrooms, making up places to sleep for the night on couches, chairs, the floor, guest beds, anywhere they felt comfortable. One thing was for sure, nobody wanted to be alone tonight. Nobody should be alone in a time like this.

Steve helped everyone grab towels, blankets, food, water, whatever was necessary to feel more human and less like a lost soul among what just happened. Violet sat on the stairs, watching life pass her by, watching her partner help the kids, comfort them as best as he could when and where he could. Making sure they all knew it was safe now, they were safe. Violet still felt numb, still felt so far away.

“C’mon, Vi. You probably should wash up too, it’ll help you sleep better.” Steve said, weariness obvious in his voice. Violet finally glanced up, finally addressed what was happening in the present moment. Her heart broke at the sight of how worn he looked, finally feeling something, breaking from the hold the numbness had over her.

Violet took his hand silently, and let him lead her up the stairs. They walked into the bathroom closest to his room, and Steve gently closed the door behind him. As he flicked the lights on, Violet squinted at the brightness, and her eyes fell upon her own image in the mirror, face flipping into a frown. The bags under her eyes lasted for days, and her eyes were sunken in. Among the needles leaving entry points she couldn’t heal on her own, bruises littered her skin, and she was sickly pale. She looked like she had not only seen ghosts, but had fought with them too.

“Is it okay if I help?” Steve whispered, trying to keep things as calm as possible for Violet. Her empty stare led up to his eyes, and she slowly nodded. Steve began slowly pulling layers of clothing gently from her body, making sure to not bump into any wounds along the way. Violet looked down, realizing they had never really seen each other nude before. Sure, when things got hot and heavy, they had fooled around with each other, and had lost some clothing along the way, but never completely. Violet had never let him see her completely vulnerable, especially uncovering where she hid some of her worst scars.

“Are you okay? I can stop if you want.” Steve suggested, looking only in Violet’s eyes. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, just figured you might be too sore to move much.”

Violet met his gaze again, nodding silently once more. Steve waited a second before continuing to help, not letting his eyes wander her body.

When Violet was down to her underwear, Steve turned the shower on, and turned around to give her privacy. “I’m gonna- uh- wait until you get in safely, and then I’ll be right outside, okay?”

Violet nodded before realizing he couldn’t see, then croaked out an “okay”. She slowly removed her bra and underwear, throwing them into the pile of her other dirty, blood spattered clothes. She stepped into the shower, carefully so not to slip, and when she pulled the curtain shut, she softly spoke out, “I’m good.”

“Okay, like I said, if you need, I’ll be right outside, okay? Don’t be afraid to yell for me, okay, Vi?” Steve reminded her again. Violet felt her body stiffen up as he opened the door.

“Wait.” She spoke out, voice shaky but certain. She could hear Steve pause, then close the door again gently.

“What’s up?”

Violet let some time pass, building up the courage to use her voice once more.

“Stay. Don’t leave me.” She demanded, voice sounding much more soft than it should. She could hear Steve hold his breath, contemplating what she just said.

“Okay, I’ll be right here, I’ll wait right in here-“

“No,” Violet stopped him, surprised by her boldness. Maybe she was still feeling numb enough to not care about being so shy in this state. “I need you.”

Violet rested her back against the shower wall, letting the water hit her sideways, already doubting if it was alright for her to ask. While lost among her thoughts, she couldn’t hear Steve changing out of his clothes, and carefully stepping into the shower next to her. He refused to look anywhere directly at her, until she gave a clear signal.

Eyes opening slowly, Violet felt a blush creep across not only her face, but most of her body, as she saw Steve in front of her. Contagiously, it spread to his face quickly, rising under the wounds on his face.

“Steve, look at me.”

Steve slowly looked up at Violet, worried to do or say something to mess this all up.

“Life is too fucking short, and too scary, and I- I-“ Violet began mumbling, holding back her emotions as best she could. Of course, with how worn she was after the last few days, it didn’t take long for the tears to break. “- I almost lost you. I could’ve- You could have died-“

“I didn’t, Violet, I’m still here-“

“Yeah, by some lucky, odd chance!” Her voice raised a little, desperate to get her point across, and she shook her head immediately at how she sounded. She felt foolish for doubting that he didn’t understand. Of course he did. “I’m so grateful we’re both still here.”

“Me too, Vi.” Steve said, carefully stepping closer to her, only by mere inches. When she didn’t show any doubt or fear, his hand came up to gently push her chin up, making her look up at him. Violet gave him a look so strong and certain, it sent shivers up his spine. What once terrified Violet, any touch, any human contact, she craved in this moment, grieving over how quickly anyone could be taken away. How cruel Father Time could remind anyone that seconds spent with those you love are never, ever owed to you.

“I-“ Violet choked down a sob before continuing. Her eyes flickered between his eyes and lips. “I’m not wasting anymore time in this life, you hear me?”

“Loud and clear, Violet. Crystal clear.” He whispered, pushing his forehead towards hers as water ran over them both.

“Is it selfish if I want you right now?” Violet whispered back, shutting her eyes. “The timing is horrible, but I just can’t keep wasting time. I want as much of this life with you as time will give us.”

“Maybe it is selfish, but I think you deserve to give yourself what you want after what you’ve been through-“

Violet didn’t need anything more, and pushed her lips forward onto his. Steve immediately reacted, pushing his body closer to hers. The skin to skin contact was a brand new sensation to Violet, never being this intimate with him before. She broke away, wanting more, more, more.

“Please, Steve-“

“I got you, Vi, I got you.” He reassured, hands gently roaming her body. Violet began to feel the numbness fall away as she accepted new feelings, foreign and unusual, as her and Steve experienced something new together. Violet let go of control as their bodies tangled within one another, heart ready to burst as she felt him whisper “I love you” over, and over, and over again between kisses across her skin.

The timing wasn’t the best, but she couldn’t be alone right now. She longed for connection with the boy she fell in love with, just wanting to escape the heartache she felt, wanting to be reminded that she wasn’t alone, she was safe, she was loved, and she would continue to be loved.

Loved, loved, loved.

#steve harrington x oc #steve harrington x ofc #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #kill the lights #stranger things x ofc #stranger things x oc #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things fanfiction

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happyhealthycats · 5 years

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Seymour

This story feels a little weird to tell, because it’s so new. Seymour is still only seven months old. He’s not fully grown. He still is very much a kitten. But he’s a little dude that completely blindsided me when we found him.

My local shelter was having a really hard kitten season. It started early and ended late in our area this year, and there was no room in the shelter. It’s a county shelter that doesn’t turn animals away. Any animals. When I went in to foster, they had a pig, a pigeon, and rabbits, not just your usual dogs and cats.

We had fostered before, but it had been a single kitten through a different rescue that I was no longer keen on using. At least with this shelter, if the cats got sick, I could take them to the shelter’s vet and have them seen by a professional, not the back of the van diagnosis I had experienced with my previous foster.

I told the shelter workers that my husband was still on the fence. I wasn’t working at the time, so the work would fall entirely on me, but he was still hesitant. So they said “Okay, we’ll start you out with something easy. Here’s a litter of four, almost five week old kittens. They’re all healthy, all weaned to wet food. They just need to be brought up to weight to be fixed, and that should be about three to four weeks.” (I am taking the briefest moment to mention as an aside - this is not the post to argue about the age of spay/neutering. This is the shelter’s policy and that was that. I could either comply with their policy or I could not volunteer with them).

I took home this litter of four beautiful kittens. Three girls, one boy. They were unnamed, so I got to decide what they would be called. A friend suggested naming them after Steven Universe characters, so I did. They were Garnet, Amethyst, Pearl, and Steven.

The kittens honestly were hardly work for me. They were so young we handled them frequently, inviting people over so they could experience as many different people as possible. Their little personalities flourished and I felt so, SO honored to get to know these amazing little animals. Garnet was confident, willing to rough house, explore, approach new people without hesitation. She was a little more afraid of dogs (unfortunately without dogs in our house her only experience with them was adoption events). Amethyst was a little more shy. She would play with her siblings and with humans, but wound up getting bullied out of her food bowl if I didn’t give her a separate dish. She learned to push back and make sure she got what she needed, and went from the skinny little “we’re not sure if she’s going to thrive” threshold to feisty little girl. Pearl was a cuddle bug. We would pick her up to give her medicine, and I always had to do her last, because she would fall asleep in my arms every time I held her.

Then there was Steven.

Independent, confident, curious, played beautifully with his sisters. If they had too much, he learned to walk away instead of pressing his luck with them, and was able to entertain himself with nearby toys or people.

He had no fear, and when their two week quarantine period was up, he met the household cats and absolutely meshed with them immediately. Keeping him separate from the rest of the house in the “kitten room” was darn near impossible, and he made his best attempt to escape and explore the house every time we opened the door.

As spay/neuter-day came closer, kittens began to get spoken for. Amethyst was first. A friend of mine messaged me and asked to meet her. It was love at first site. Amethyst is still Amethyst. Next was Pearl. Funny enough, Pearl now lives with my previous foster, Chainsaw, who is now Alice. Pearl also kept her name. Garnet was next, after a long push on social media to find a loving home. Garnet is now Widget. I still get updates on all three girls, and they are amazing and I’m so proud of them. (For privacy’s sake of their new homes, I can’t share current pictures).

But Steven, for all our socializing, was so attached to me that it was tough to imagine not waking up and seeing his wonderful little face. Simcoe and Citra had also taken an IMMENSE interest in the kittens. Every single morning, we woke up with a mountain of toys laid in front of the kitten door, gifts for the babies they knew were on the other side. We became concerned that Simcoe would grow depressed with the absence of kittens. Normally, yes, cats can get over these things, but as a semi-feral and fairly sickly young cat, we have to keep Simcoe’s stress levels down as much as possible. And oddly enough, Simcoe is less stressed when she can take care of other cats.

I had the moment when I had to start taking Steven to adoption events, and knowing he would have to leave, I was sad, but knew I would get over it. The girls were sweet and wonderful, but they were never mine. Steven would come to me no matter who was in the room. He would climb on me and sleep on me, and while I did everything in my power to socialize him with as many people as possible, he still loved other people, he just preferred to be with me. Removing myself from his life for the sake of his care and his ability to be adopted out would be negligent to him, so I had to continue caring for him.

So my husband said, “He really gets along with the other cats, doesn’t he?”

He did.

“You’re going to be really upset when he leaves, aren’t you?”

I was.

So my husband paid Steven’s adoption fee as an anniversary gift. (Steven, mind you, was not the gift, we discussed his adoption prior and both agreed we could realistically home him here).

But what to name him? We considered “Mosaic”, and would call him Moe for short, to keep with the theme of hops since he got along so well with Simcoe and Citra. But it didn’t fit. He already had an S name. We considered keeping Steven, but without the girls the naming convention wasn’t quite right.

A few other names fell by. Zevran was a tempting runner up, but my husband wasn’t terribly fond of it, and try as I might to call him that, he didn’t FEEL like a Zevran (Sorry, Dragon Age fans).

Remembering one of my favorite movies/musical productions, Little Shop of Horrors, I laughed and thought of the name Seymour. My husband liked it, but not for the same reason I did.

“Seymour Skinner, from the Simpsons!” He said. “Or Seymour Asses, like from Futurama...” I let the fact that Seymour Asses had been a dog slide, because as I called “Seymour”, over he ran, meowing happily. We didn’t name him. Seymour picked his name.

We did our usual slow introductions, but as always, the resident cats pleasantly surprised me with how easily they allowed Seymour into their group. Within a week they were allowgrooming and sleeping together. When they would play, Seymour could understand who he could play rough with, and who didn’t like to play as rough. Citra took a shine to him immediately, and Heimdall began caring for him like the nurturing big dude he’s always been.

Seymour is my little shadow. He comes when he’s called, he almost always needs to be in the same room as me, and if I’m sitting on the couch, he’s near constantly on my lap. That being said, he’s also the absolute friendliest cat in the house. While Heimdall is a relaxed and easy going cat, Seymour seeks out new people and will rub up to them and meow at them for attention within moments of someone walking through the door.

He’s also photogenic as anything. He just loves the attention he gets when I take pictures of him, so he’ll sit there and just let me snap countless photos because he knows it means I’m looking at him.

I adore all my cats. Each one has a piece of my heart for a different reason. Seymour was the final piece to our family to make our home and lives so wonderful and full. He’s comic relief. He’s a wonderful foible for every single cat in the house. He’s best buddies with Heimdall, a playmate for Sif, a partner in crime for Citra, and a snuggle buddy for Simcoe.

And I couldn’t imagine my life without every single one of them.

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julibf · 5 years

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WHY I BELIEVE JON SNOW WILL FATHER A BASTARD.....

So, this is one of my theories that I will very happy if I am wrong, but that is starting to look more and more probable to happen for me. I have been using the Search of Ice and Fire in the past few days looking for foreshadow of Jon fathering a bastard and voila, its actually a quite theme to find on Jon’s story.

"You don't know what you're asking, Jon. The Night's Watch is a sworn brotherhood. We have no families. None of us will ever father sons. Our wife is duty. Our mistress is honor."

"A bastard can have honor too," Jon said. "I am ready to swear your oath."

"You are a boy of fourteen," Benjen said. "Not a man, not yet. Until you have known a woman, you cannot understand what you would be giving up."

Jon felt anger rise inside him. "I'm not your son!"

Benjen Stark stood up. "More's the pity." He put a hand on Jon's shoulder. "Come back to me after you've fathered a few bastards of your own, and we'll see how you feel."

Jon trembled. "I will never father a bastard," he said carefully. "Never!" He spat it out like venom.

A GAME OF THRONES – JON I

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"But it's a lie," Jon insisted. How could they think his father was a traitor, had they all gone mad? Lord Eddard Stark would never dishonor himself … would he?

He fathered a bastard, a small voice whispered inside him. Where was the honor in that? And your mother, what of her? He will not even speak her name.

A GAME OF THRONES – JON VII

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"My steward and squire, Jon Snow."

"A bastard, is it?" Craster looked Jon up and down. "Man wants to bed a woman, seems like he ought to take her to wife. That's what I do." He shooed Jon off with a wave. "Well, run and do your service, bastard, and see that axe is good and sharp now, I've no use for dull steel."

A CLASH OF KINGS – JON III

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“You are a free man now, and Ygritte is a free woman. What dishonor if you lay together?"

"I might get her with child."

"Aye, I'd hope so. A strong son or a lively laughing girl kissed by fire, and where's the harm in that?"

Words failed him for a moment. "The boy . . . the child would be a bastard."

"Are bastards weaker than other children? More sickly, more like to fail?"

"No, but—"

"You're bastard-born yourself. And if Ygritte does not want a child, she will go to some woods witch and drink a cup o' moon tea. You do not come into it, once the seed is planted."

"I will not father a bastard."

A Storm of Swords - Jon II

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When the dreams took him, he found himself back home once more, splashing in the hot pools beneath a huge white weirwood that had his father's face. Ygritte was with him, laughing at him, shedding her skins till she was naked as her name day, trying to kiss him, but he couldn't, not with his father watching. He was the blood of Winterfell, a man of the Night's Watch. I will not father a bastard, he told her. I will not. I will not. "You know nothing, Jon Snow," she whispered, her skin dissolving in the hot water, the flesh beneath sloughing off her bones until only skull and skeleton remained, and the pool bubbled thick and red.

A Storm of Swords - Jon VI

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They still think me a turncloak. That was a bitter draft to drink, but Jon could not blame them. He was a bastard, after all. Everyone knew that bastards were wanton and treacherous by nature, having been born of lust and deceit.

A Storm of Swords - Jon VII

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A couple of them saw Jon looking down from atop the King's Tower and waved up at him. Others turned away. They still think me a turncloak. That was a bitter draft to drink, but Jon could not blame them. He was a bastard, after all. Everyone knew that bastards were wanton and treacherous by nature, having been born of lust and deceit.

A Storm of Swords - Jon VII

BTW, those quotes its what made me believe in the Political Jon theories. A bastard child born from lust and deceit fits boatbaby like a glove.

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Bastard children were born from lust and lies, men said; their nature was wanton and treacherous. Once Jon had meant to prove them wrong, to show his lord father that he could be as good and true a son as Robb. I made a botch of that. Robb had become a hero king; if Jon was remembered at all, it would be as a turncloak, an oathbreaker, and a murderer. He was glad that Lord Eddard was not alive to see his shame.

A Storm of Swords - Jon X

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Every morning they had trained together, since they were big enough to walk; Snow and Stark, spinning and slashing about the wards of Winterfell, shouting and laughing, sometimes crying when there was no one else to see. They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes. "I'm Prince Aemon the Dragonknight," Jon would call out, and Robb would shout back, "Well, I'm Florian the Fool." Or Robb would say, "I'm the Young Dragon," and Jon would reply, "I'm Ser Ryam Redwyne."

That morning he called it first. "I'm Lord of Winterfell!" he cried, as he had a hundred times before. Only this time, this time, Robb had answered, "You can't be Lord of Winterfell, you're bastard-born. My lady mother says you can't ever be the Lord of Winterfell."

I thought I had forgotten that. Jon could taste blood in his mouth, from the blow he'd taken.

A Storm of Swords - Jon XII

There is a reason why George RRMartin made Jon repeat so many times that he will never father a bastard. This has to be one of the most foreshadowed events of ASOAIF. Jon Snow will father a bastard child with Daenerys Targaryen. But I believe that the decision of hiding this girl will also involve Sansa.

Sansa its only true born child from Ned and Catelyn that had to live as a bastard herself in order to survive her family tragedy. She even got the feel in her own skin how badly bastard children are seeing and treated on Westeros

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"Varys has informers everywhere. If Sansa Stark should be seen in the Vale, the eunuch will know within a moon's turn, and that would create unfortunate . . . complications. It is not safe to be a Stark just now. So we shall tell Lysa's people that you are my natural daughter."

"Natural?" Sansa was aghast. "You mean, a bastard?"

"Well, you can scarcely be my trueborn daughter. I've never taken a wife, that's well known. What should you be called?"

A Storm of Swords - Sansa VI

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"You are in the Falcon Tower, Ser Harrold," Alayne put in. Far away from Sweetrobin. That was intentional, she knew. Petyr Baelish did not leave such things to chance. "If it please you, I will show you to your chambers myself." This time her eyes met Harry's. She smiled just for him, and said a silent prayer to the Maiden. Please, he doesn't need to love me, just make him like me, just a little, that would be enough for now.

Ser Harrold looked down at her coldly. "Why should it please me to be escorted anywhere by Littlefinger's bastard?" ……..

…..A lady's armor is her courtesy. Alayne could feel the blood rushing to her face. No tears, she prayed. Please, please, I must not cry. "As you wish, ser. And now if you will excuse me, Littlefinger's bastard must find her lord father and let him know that you have come, so we can begin the tourney on the morrow."

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"The world is full of horrors, sweet. By now you ought to know that. You've seen enough of them."

"Yes," she said, "but why must he be so cruel? He called me your bastard. Right in the yard, in front of everyone."

"So far as he knows, that's who you are. This betrothal was never his idea, and Bronze Yohn has no doubt warned him against my wiles. You are my daughter.

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To make this theory even more possible, we have this scene on season 3 Episode 2 that was written specifically for the show, this dialogue never happened in the books. In the scene, Catelyn tells Tallissa that at some point she thought of telling Ned to make Jon a Stark, “to give the boy our name and make him one of us”.

CATELYN - When my husband brought that baby home from the war, I couldn't bear to look at him. I didn't want to see those brown stranger's eyes staring up at me. So I prayed to the gods, take him away. Make him die. He got the pox. And I knew I was the worst woman who ever lived. A murderer. I'd condemned this poor, innocent child to a horrible death all because I was jealous of his mother. A woman he didn't even know. So I prayed to all seven gods, let the boy live. Let him live and I'll love him. I'll be a mother to him. I'll beg my husband to give him a true name, to call him Stark and be done with it, to make him one of us.

TALISSA - And he lived.

CATELYN - And he lived. And I couldn't keep my promise. And everything that's happened since then... all this horror that's come to my family... it's all because I couldn't love a motherless child.

Then in A Storm of Swords - Sansa II we have what I believe a very big clue from George RRMartin himself.

She pictured the two of them sitting together in a garden with puppies in their laps, or listening to a singer strum upon a lute while they floated down the Mander on a pleasure barge. If I give him sons, he may come to love me. She would name them Eddard and Brandon and Rickon, and raise them all to be as valiant as Ser Loras. And to hate Lannisters, too. In Sansa's dreams, her children looked just like the brothers she had lost. Sometimes there was even a girl who looked like Arya.

A Storm of Swords - Sansa II

Here we have Sansa dreaming about her future children, yet she never calls the little girl her daughter, the text makes sure to describe the child as “a girl.”

This passage always reminded me of this one from A GAME OF THRONES.

Ned thought, If it came to that, the life of some child I did not know, against Robb and Sansa and Arya and Bran and Rickon, what would I do? Even more so, what would Catelyn do, if it were Jon's life, against the children of her body? He did not know. He prayed he never would.

A Game of Thrones - Eddard XII

Notice that Ned never thinks about Jon’s name while naming his children? This was one of our biggest clues who lead us all to R+L=J.

Since I believe that Jon and Sansa will marry on season 8 and rule Westeros together I now believe that both of them are gonna lie in order to protect this girl. If anyone finds out she is the Queen of Ashes daughter, her life would be in great danger. Jon and Sansa will do the opposite of Ned Stark.

Ned brought a true born prince home and raised as his bastard child in order to protect Jon; Jon will bring home his bastard daughter, and raise her as trueborn child in order to protect her. I believe Sansa will lie and tell people that the child its hers. They will give them their Stark name and raise the baby as one of them. Sansa will love the child and be a mother to them. The story of Game of Thrones started with Ned Stark starting a war to prevent a bastard son of Cersei Lannister to sit in the Throne and it will end with a bastard daughter of Jon Snow as the heir of the Throne.

History repeat itself and in the end, there wont be much difference between Starks and Lannister, they all lie to protect the ones they love.“The things we do for love” will still be the theme of the story in the end….

Remember when I wrote in another meta that now I believe Jon will pass HER name to all HIS children? Yep, I believe that they will make boatbaby a Stark to protect her. BTW, this would

A FATHER’S DAUGHTER....

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE its many tales in one; this is a tale of a dragon prince madly in love with a Wolf girl; this is also a tale about home and families; about the things we do for love; its also a story about slow learners who make several mistakes but that eventually do learn in the end........but ALSO, A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE is a story about father’s daughters. And that’s exactly what Arya, Sansa, Cersei, Daenerys, Brienne all are. These women are their father’s daughters. That’s why the show gave so much importance on those character’s fathers and hardly touched the mothers relevance. (if we remove Catelyns, the mothers have almost been non existenting in the show)

No one thought Sansa and Daenerys had much of their fathers in themselves, those two characters were always associated with their mothers, yet they will prove to all of us that they carry much of their Eddar and Aerys inside of them in the last part of this story.

SPOILERS – We also have this casting call for season 8, that asked for a young girl with sad eyes and to me, this screams Jon Snow daughter, so, that’s another reason I am basing this theory.

Now, I totally agree with @theirwinterfell when she says that Sansa will have a son with Jon, but remember that George RRMartin told Alfie Allen that the story will be similar to Star Wars ending, and in that story, a queen gave birth to twins, a girl and a boy. So, I am starting to believe that Sansa will give birth to a son, but both Jon and Sansa will present their “twins” to the court, which is why they hinted that Sam may assist in a birth in the future. If they want this secret to be kept at all costs, the only person allowed in the birth room would be Sammuel Tarly, Jon Snow most trusted friend. Just like Ned trusted Howland Reed to keep Jon Snow birth in absolutely secret.

PS- Now, I want to make sure that I do not like this theory. I find quite offensive, no woman should in order to prove they are a good mother, love her husband bastard children or the children he may have with other women. Sansa does not need to be a loving mother to Jon Snow bastard child to prove she is a good mother, or she is not like her mother (something the fandom believes to be a negative point); she already proved she is different from Catelyn whe she embraced Jon as a real Stark on season 6. But this is George RRMartin, and when I was studying Jon’s story arc, the foreshadowing of him fathering a bastard is quite simple too big to ignore, sooooooo

#jonsa #jonsa is endgame #sansa stark #jon x sansa

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OUAT 3X09 - Save Henry

It’s time to save Henry...or everyone, save Henry!

See what I did there? Stealthy pun. I can do those on occasion.

Anyway, under the cut you go for the semi-smart stuff, unless you want to save yourself!

Press Release

While Henry’s life hangs in the balance, the race is on to stop Pan from gaining full magical powers from the heart of the truest believer. Meanwhile, in Storybrooke of the past, Regina decides to fill a void in her life and, with Mr. Gold’s help, sets out to adopt a baby.

Main Thoughts - Characters/Stories/Themes and Their Effectiveness

Past

Wow, Loving Lana’s acting in this first scene with Archie. She’s so muted and given how Regina’s usually up there in the extra squad, it’s so noticable. She looks while not unhealthy, still sickly in a way because of how miserable and lonely she is. It’s a fantastic way of showing just how badly her life needed love and how much of a change for the better Henry was for it. (Not to beat a dead horse, but THIS is the kind of acting a lack of a heart should grant one, Graham!)

Pre-redemption post-childhood Regina flashbacks tend to fight an uphill battle of making Regina sympathetic while also not turning their backs on the fact that she was a legit villain, and this one, like the best of them, handles that concept well! Regina does some bad and illegal things. She casts a curse, chews out basically every Storybrooke character she interacts with, and has Sidney steal Emma’s medical records. But this flashback isn’t about those things. It’s a story about how love started the trajectory of Regina’s redemption.

That’s where the focus is on and appropriately so.

Watching that story is adorable. It’s the first time we see Regina soften to someone immediately and in such a loving way. We see the struggle Regina went through to acclimate herself to motherhood. Look, I’m the daughter of a single mother and I was a bit of a problem child myself: This shit hit home.

The ending story of the segment even shows post-early early signs of her redemption by just showing how Henry’s happiness takes precedence over an ensurement of the safety of her vengeance.

“Sometimes, being a good parent can mean having the strength to give him up.” This line is so important. I like how someone in the real world gives this extra level of validation to the “your best chance” mantra of the series. OUAT has some questionable morals and questionable redemptions. I feel comfortable saying that while I do really enjoy the redemptions we see throughout the series, that statement applies to pretty much everyone in the main cast. Someone (I think @justmilah) put it best at the convention: They’re a bunch of people who probably don’t deserve happy endings but are given them anyways.

Now where am I going with this?

The one message that was always spot on was “your best chance” (Or rather, the giving up line). Parents should put their children first. To give it that real world validation, even if it doesn’t happen in the scene in question, was such a good idea. It’s not that I care about legality in this series.

Present

”You have everything and yet you claim to know what I feel?” I was really torn about how I felt about that line. On one hand, I’ve talked a fair amount about how I dislike Regina’s “woe is me” thing, Emma having a lot of people in her life does nothing to move Henry from being her number one priority, and I don’t think comparing pain is conducive to anything. However, the scene with the Lost Boys where Emma brings up this conversation is a fantastic point for her character and her reaching the Lost Boys with that idea of unexpected love and family is incredibly effective.

Regret vs. Remorse. I think the difference between these two camps is so important, both for this scene and Regina’s legacy. Even as far into the future as Regina’s Good Queen coronation, those vines never would’ve stood a chance against Regina. Regina grew to feel remorse for her actions. That was quintessential to her redemption. If she didn’t, Regina may not have garnered the fandom that she has today nor deserved the happiness she found. BUT, Regina’s path, for as evil as it was, did lead her to Henry, and that is something she’d never go back on. He was the encounter she needed to happen in order to redeem herself and more to that, she loves him. Meeting and getting to know her son was worth it all to her and I get frustrated seeing this line get occasionally misconstrued to saying that Regina regrets nothing because she got something she wanted, like Henry was just a salt shaker on a shelf when the actual situation is nothing like that.

And it makes for a truly badass moment that simultaneously doesn’t take away from her redemption. That was really hard to do, and without going too heavy handed with it, the scene by the tree worked out flawlessly!

Insights - Stream of Consciousness

-Those establishing shots set the perfect mood of panic and urgency just before the curse hits.

-”He would’ve understood.” He was begging you not to kill him! XD

-Rumple is such a little shit and I love it. Like, if Regina’s gonna come and gloat, he’s gonna make sure she doesn’t get to celebrate her victory and push every button he can while he still has the chance. And all without leaving his cell!

-I just had a thought. So, as soon as Regina says she’s going to kill baby Emma, Rumple starts talking about the hole in her heart. And Regina and her guards just BARELY miss Emma. Was Rumple stalling to ensure that Emma got away?

- @ussjellyfish, I finally get what you were talking about with Regina’s love of paperwork! Her desk more loaded with paperwork than Smash Bros is loaded with characters and death!

-”What are you feeling?” “Nothing.” The subtle honesty of that line hits me HARD!

-”A child. That can provide so much meaning.” Archie, one shouldn’t have or adopt a child in order to solely give their lives meaning.

-”I need a child, Gold and I need your help.” “Well I’m flattered, but uninterested.” “Not like THAT.” One of my FAVORITE exchanges in the series! XD

-”Well, a mother of some sort.” Even cursed, Rumple is out for fucking BLOOD! -”When you become a parent, you must put your child first.” So Rumple is cursed during this scene, but one has to wonder what exactly, if anything, is his relationship to Bae under the curse. Are they estranged or is he straight-up dead? I use the dead angle in my Golden Hook fanfic, but I’m curious to hear other thoughts.

-Fun fact: If Emma yields a sword, that sword can hurt the unhurtable in exactly the way she wants to! (See also: Season 6)

-Rumple went to fucking bank for you, Regina! Like, not a single flaw!

-Damn! Amazing acting on Lana’s part again! Like, the SECOND she sees baby Henry, she falls in love with him. The gasp, the way her eyes bulge, the softness of her form! It’s amazing!

-Gotta HAND it to Killian! His hook is really doing a good job of keeping Felix in place!

-Awww! Beverly Elliott!!! She just makes me smile!!! <3

-I love how Regina just knows that Mary Margaret is the best person to stick her baby with! <3

-”Well, as long as your plan holds together, she will.” FUCK MACHISMO ISLAND.

-Baby Henry’s reaction to Gold’s shop is EVERYONE’S initial reaction to this little shop of horrors!

-”My memory’s not what it used to be.” *Sighs* Fucking Rumple. I love you.

-”Oh you really know nothing of what I’m talking about.” I love how even when Rumple actually is cursed, even with Regina’s confidence in the opening, she doesn’t buy that it actually happened for a second.

-”Look at what motherhood has done to you.” I love how Rumple’s line (This one and the ones that preceded it) is basically praising the makeup department and Lana’s acting! That’s actually so adorable and deserved on the writer’s parts! <3

-Okay, everyone’s wash of relief upon seeing Henry wake up genuinely had me choked up. The smiles on everyone’s faces and the deep breaths and the music...I think I need a minute *Sobs into eternity*

-”Young sir.” And letting him stay in the captain’s quarters?! Killian, you fucking adorable softie!

-Okay, now THAT’S the Archie who doles out great advice!

-”A glorious curse.” Regina, I love you! XD

-”Too much pizza.” I love the implication of this line that Henry DID have pizza before his trip to New York, but it wasn’t REAL pizza. XD

-Damn, the Jolly Roger’s captain’s quarters are so fucking fancy!

-”I’m sorry it had to come to this, Henry.” No you’re not, you little bitch!

-*Neal and Rumple hug* Sorry, I think I’ve got something in my eye...TEARS! Like, that entire resolution got me choked up.

-*Pan fails at taking Henry’s heart* Yeah! Suck on that, you little bitch!

-”You raised him well.” Awww! Golden Queen contrast!

-Stupid thing to point out, but after all of that hullabaloo in “Dark Hollow,” why were we using the fucking lighter?

-”A hero, a villain, a pirate.” I love how David doesn’t classify Killian as a villain despite being fairly justified in it! Captain Charming FTW!

-”You have a dad now. Now and for forever.” I’M NOT CRYING! YOU’RE CRYING! “I’ll never leave you. Okay, buddy?” THAT JUST MADE IT WORSE!!!!! AND IT’S NOT EVEN BEING SAID TO HENRY!

Arcs - How Are These Storylines Progressing?

The Mission to Save Henry - There’s such a good feeling of payoff here! Everyone’s working together, communicating, and making risks for each other. David and Emma’s conversation towards the end of the episode about how they all accomplished this is just a testament to how far they’ve come.

Regina’s Redemption - What else is there to say? Regina’s redemption was such a big part of this episode and I already talked in length about why! Well, I guess I want to say that this arc is where Regina really takes her form. She knows she’s done bad and she’s still pretty selfish in a lot of respects, but love pushes her to new emotional heights that neither she nor the audience ever expected!

Emma Accepting Her Parents - Just look at the relief on Emma’s face when she hugs her parents who can both go home with her! <3

Rumple Finding Bae - We finally get to see a big reconciliation between Rumple and Neal! I really liked it, but that having been said, I wish there was more to it than simply “You saved Henry, now I forgive you.” Call me angsty, but that slow rebuilding of their relationship was really great. The fact that they have so far to go is part of what made “Nasty Habits” the fantastic experience that it was. To see it all over so soon after that makes me wish for more. That said, one can make a case that they haven’t fully reconciled AND that at the time they wrote this, Neal was on the chopping block and that resolution with Rumple was best off happening here for that reason.

Favorite Dynamic

Regal Believer. Who else could it be? Just...I love these two! Now, part of me feels bad because Henry plays a much more passive role in this episode than he does in other cases where Regal Believer’s won. In the past, he’s just a baby and in the present, he only has one or two scenes where he talks to anyone. But Henry’s effect on Regina just by the sheer fact that he exists is so much in and of itself. Just by being Henry, he inspires Regina to be her best self.

Writer

Christine Boylan and Daniel Thomsen come off of “Good Form” to write today’s episode! And you know that I loved it. “Solid” is the word of the day here. There’s so much that has to be resolved here and it’s paced so well that one would be surprised by all that was accomplished! Like, Henry is “saved,” Emma recruits the Lost Boys, Rumple is recovered and reconciles with Bae, we see Regina and Henry’s origins, and we see the plan to escape Neverland enacted. That’s a lot for forty four minutes! But the writing and pacing make it feel so natural and while fast-paced, never rushed.

Rating

Golden Apple. What a fantastic episode! It’s beautiful, emotional, tightly written, and has some solid character work! It’s just enjoyable as hell!

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I’m all caught up...with last week’s entries! Still three left to go, but I’ve got this!

Thank you all for reading and to the fine folks at @watchingfairytales!

Next time, we relocate from Neverland...to The New Neverland. See you guys then!

Season 3 Total (86/220)

Writer’s Scores: Adam and Eddy (19/60) Kalinda Vazquez (17/40) Andrew Chambliss (17/50) Jane Espenson (10/30) David Goodman (20/40) Robert Hull (20/40) Christine Boylan (20/20)* Daniel Thomsen (20/30)

* Indicates that their work for the season is complete

Operation Rewatch Archives

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Spierfeld Week, Day 5, Prompt: Spooky/Ensemble

Word Count: 1117

Alex’s tumblr is @offwithmyhead. Tagging @forrealjanya *if you want us to tag you don’t hesitate to ask!

The gang goes to a haunted corn maze on Friday the 13th, and of course something’s gonna go wrong. But maybe something else will go right

BRAM

Why oh why did I sign up for this?

And who’s idea was it to go to a haunted corn maze? Who even knew those were a thing?

The whole gang’s going: Simon, Nick, Leah, Abby, Garrett, and I. I think it was probably Nick’s idea to invite Garrett and I, as neither of us talk much with the rest of them.

I met Nick and Garrett in soccer the summer before my freshman year, after moving to a new town and a new school in an entirely different state. I was originally from Oregon, where it rained buckets and buckets every season besides summer, and even then there would be days like that.

On the first day of high school I must have looked so awkward looking for a place to sit that Nick invited me over to his table. And that’s where I met the most adorable person in the history of forever.

Simon Spier.

SIMON

I have no idea why I love haunted houses when I’m absolutely terrified of them. But here I am, at a haunted corn maze on Friday the 13th. I don’t think Haunted Carter’s Farms usually opens this early, but I guess they couldn’t miss the chance for more business.

The place is packed with high schoolers, jostling to get in, but I can already tell it’s only going to be more as the night gets darker, and I’m glad we decided to come before sunset.

We make it to the entrance just as the sun dips below the horizon. I stare at the swirly entrance of corn stalks and spiderwebs, a sudden fear gripping at my heart.

The actor at the entrance seems to sense my fear, and gives me a feral smile. “It’s now or never,” he says, shaking his lantern at me. “Turn back while you can.”

BRAM

What the proper fuck. I swear we’ve been in here for less than five minutes and we already had three people jump out at us.

A man wearing clown makeup is standing off to the side of the path, but when Nick, who’s leading our group- probably so he can get out of here as fast as he can- steps forward, he pulls out a chainsaw and it roars to life.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!?! WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK!!” sreams Nick as he barrels past the clown-man, leaving the rest of us in the dust.

“OH MY GOD,” Leah is screaming, and the clown says something that probably took months to memorize, but I can’t hear it over the sound of my friends’ blubbering.

Another actor that I can’t see grabs my shoulder from behind me, and I let out a squeal that sounds like a child’s and grab onto the arm of the person closest to me, who just happens to be the wonderfully awkward Simon Spier.

“Holy fuck, why is he touching me? Why is he touching me?” I screech.

Simon laughs. “What did you think ‘full contact horror experience’ meant, Bram?”

The action has slowed down somewhat. There aren’t any actors around, anway. I hear Nick mumble inintelligible swear words under his breath from ahead, and Leah is blubbering about the clown.

The group slows to a stop at a fork. We all look left, then right.

“This is great,” Abby says, and she might be about to say more, but just then another actor runs out of the left turn of the corn maze. He is screaming unintelligibly, and he grabs onto Abby’s shoulders and shakes her violently before turning and running down the path we came from. She seems shocked, her body rigid, like she just came face to face with her biggest fear. I notice her shoulders are covered in fake blood from the actor’s hands.

“Maybe we don’t go left,” Simon says carefully as more screams erupt from the groups behind us.

“Yeah, maybe we don’t,” Abby agrees, her voice tremulous. We slowly begin to turn right.

“Maybe it’s a trap,” Nick says, his eyes flicking around in paranoia. “Maybe they send the actor from left so we’ll all go towards the worse thing on the right.”

Garrett scoffs. “C’mon, Nick, don’t be ridiculous.”

My knuckles have gone white around Simon’s arm. Embarrassed, I let go of him.

He gives me a strange look. “Is it just me, or are the lights getting farther apart?” I look around, and it’s true- the themed creepy torches are becoming few and far between.

“Yeah,” I say nervously. Maybe Nick was right. Just as the thought crosses my mind, a low, creepy moan echoes through the corn maze. “Guys?” Abby sounds nervous. “We just passed the last light on this path.”

“Maybe we should turn back,” Leah says- at least, I think it’s Leah, I can’t see shit, I’m going totally off voices here- and we all make noises of affirmation.

A man in full prison gear stands behind us, at the last flickering torch. “There’s no turning back now,” He says, and the torch flares brighter, revealing a sickly toothless grin and the manacles chaining his wrists together. They lead to a large cannonball. It drags on the ground with a horrible scrrrrrrrrrrrape as he takes a step forward. I don’t know who starts screaming first, but soon we all are. I feel a hand slip into mine, and suddenly I’m being pulled along as whoever had grabbed onto me ran, sprinting away from the actor and down the path.

“Holy fuck! Holy fuck! Holy motherfucker of all that is holy we’re all going to die oh my god oh my god oh my FUCKING god I HATE YOU ALL,” a familiar voice screams- it’s Nick, definitely. “I’m never trusting you again, Simon! This is not fun! I AM NOT HAVING FUN!” Nick is yelling, and suddenly we are all standing on the outside of the maze.

“I’m going to kill you, Simon,” Abby says breathlessly, inspecting her shoulders.

“That was not fun,” Nick reiterates. “We all heard your childish cries the first time, Nick,” Garrett says, rolling his eyes and panting.

“That is the last time I go along with one of your “Simon Says” jokes,” Abby says. “This is gonna stain!”

I mean to say something, but my brain stops working the second I realize who’s holding my hand. ‘

It’s Simon.

He grins. “Happy Halloween.”

“This is officially the worst Halloween I’ve ever had.”

He squeezes my hand. “I’d say it’s fine, once you get past almost being killed and Nick screaming.”

“Hey!” Nick yells. “I heard that!”

Simon grins this stupidly ginormous smile, and I can’t help but fall completely and utterly in love with it.

I squeeze back. “Maybe you’re right.”

#spierfeld week #collab #collab with alex #spierfeld #SPIERFELDWEEK #day 5 #spooky #ensemble #love simon #simon vs. the homosapiens agenda #svthsa #the gang #simon spier #bram greenfeld #abby suso #garret laughlin #i think that's his last name?#leah burke

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