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cupids-scream-queen · 7 months

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A Little Murderess °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･❀*

❀ female!murderer!reader x poly!ghostface ❀

Part 1 // 1.6k words

Warnings: slightly graphic murder, stalking, alcoholic mother.

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Summary: You've just moved to a new town after the death of your little brother and stepfather with your mother. You're not ashamed of what you do to cope with the deaths; especially when you make two new friends who you might have more in common with than you thought...

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It was something that you were used to, the sight of blood on your hands. Burrowing its way into your clothing. It was comforting, almost. It reminded you of what transpired last year, the whole reason you moved to California in the first place. It was, of course, a little early to start your spree, but you didn’t want to wait any longer. The voice of revenge raged in your head, telling you to do things that you would do in a heartbeat. You were revenge’s bitch, and you knew it.

Woodsboro, California. You’d just moved here with your mother, in a house that was far too big for the two of you. There was a kitchen that you knew would never see a home-cooked meal, a family room that would sit empty, and an office that would never see a day’s work. Your mother was a carcass of herself after what happened, and you were barely any better.

The death of your brother was a shock to everybody, but the murderer was worse. Your father abandoned you and your mother when you were born, disappearing under the cloak of night with nearly two thousand dollars in jewelry. Your father, hunched over the dead body of your step-father, and the body of your eight-year-old brother at his feet. You found him first, and your mother was the one that shot him—your father. It was something that was forever burned in your memory, something that made you angry. At your father, at your step-father, at men. They took your brother away from you—and in the same breath, your mother, too.

And now you stood, knife in hand, the body of some homeless man at your feet. You weren’t stupid, it was California—a state that wasn’t exactly new to murder. You knew that the police wouldn’t question the death of another homeless man—they’d chalk it up to a drug deal gone wrong, and you knew it. The death partly satisfied the need for revenge in your head, and the part that it didn’t satisfied laid dormant, ready for when you would next plan your kill.

You were starting high school up next Monday—your mother wanted time for you to get settled before you started the familiar routine of school up again. It would be hell, and you knew it. You didn’t want to be known as the ‘new girl’, because inevitably somebody would dig around in your past, and that was the last thing that you wanted.

The knife in your hand was your stepdad’s. It was one of the things that you wanted to keep after his death, and it was a pretty bowie knife. You liked it enough, it was comfortable in your hand. Stable, sharp, and virtually unbreakable. You kept it to remind you of what your new Mission was.

You cleaned the blade off on the man’s army green jacket, and moved his body to prop it against the curb of the sidewalk. You were behind a building, the cold night making your breath appear like smoke in front of you. Your hands were frigid, your nose numb from the stinging air. You took one last look at the body in front of you, before deciding to make your mark—two hearts carved into the face of the body. You wanted to leave something behind, just in case you decided to go big. You put the knife away in your bag, and walked away from the body.

Nobody was around, the clacking of your footsteps echoing in the silence. The eerie yellow lighting from the streetlights provided you little lighting as you made your way to the cherry red car you parked nearly a block away from the scene of your crime. You climbed in, your head surprisingly clear from the atrocity you just committed. You grinned to yourself, knowing that whatever you just did wasn’t normal. You were not supposed to harm others as a coping mechanism for what happened to you, you could almost hear the shrieks of some poor therapist if you told them what you just did. They’d have a field day if you confessed to the two other murders you’ve done. You turned the car on, the headlights illuminating the street ahead of you.

You were about two miles from your house—you’d already planned how far away you were going to travel for these murders. Nothing closer than two miles—that was the boundary you set. And you’d be damned if you’d break it. You drove the two miles, listening to nothing but silence as you drove, your thoughts empty. You were on autopilot, and it was comforting. You didn’t like to think anymore—not since The Incident.

The ride home was uneventful, and as you stepped out of your car, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You felt like somebody was watching you. You weren’t stupid, and you knew not to ignore your feelings—you had taken the bowie knife out of your bag, and had it in your hands. If some motherfucker grabbed you, they’d regret it. You felt for the house keys in your pocket. You took out the keys, looking for the pink one. Bingo. You walked to the front of the house, unlocking the door. Stepping inside, you close and locked it.

“Mom?” You shouted, and there was no response. One quick look around the house, and she was passed out in her room, two bottles of alcohol on her nightstand. “You’re out for the night.”

Her drinking didn’t bother you, not anymore. She left you to your devices, and you left her to hers. It didn’t matter. Whatever semblance of a relationship you had with your mother now, you preferred it. Less supervision allowed you to get up to other antics, and ignore hers. You covered your mother with a blanket, and turned off her lights. You closed her door quietly, trying not to disturb her. Not that you would; she was clearly going to sleep for a while.

The feeling of being watched persisted, and you kept the knife with you. You made it to your room, boxes stacked around you like guards protecting some valuable treasure. Your curtains were open, giving you a view of the neighborhood, the quiet sight almost making you miss your home state of Pennsylvania. Almost. Pennsylvania was where your brother was buried and dead.

The room was slightly cold as you undressed, your hoodie and sweatpants going in the dirty clothes box you made out of a trashed record player box. You’d find your hamper eventually, but at the rate your mother was moving, it would probably be three months before the house was properly settled. You moved, searching one of the boxes marked ‘PAJAMAS’ in sloppy handwriting, and settling on a pair of plaid bottoms and an old Mӧtley Crüe shirt that was nearing the end of its life. The feeling of being watched persisted, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when the phone rang.

“Hi, you’ve reached Hoes to Go, you fuck ‘em we drug ‘em,” You answered, rolling your eyes. Moving to sit down on the bed, you sat criss-cross on the myriad of blankets that decorated the mattress. “Who’s speaking?”

“Someone that wants to talk to you,” You raised an eyebrow, noticing the voice changer. You’d had a friend back in Pennsylvania with something similar and would answer the phone in various different voices. “What’s your favorite movie genre?”

“The one where I go to sleep and don’t deal with idiots prank-calling me on the telephone,” You joked, smiling a bit as you sat against the headboard. “What’s yours?”

“The ones where the pretty girls get blood all over them,” The voice said, and you laughed, genuinely. Whoever was on the other line was playing some sort of joke, and failing. It took a lot to scare you, especially after everything that you’ve done and what’s happened to you.

“That’s nice, I’m sure. Listen, you’re a smart guy. It’s like, one o’clock on a Wednesday night. You’re most likely a teenager, so I’m going to ask you this one thing—shouldn’t you be in bed for school?” A dark chuckle emitted from the other end of the line, and you picked up your knife, playing with it.

“Didn’t your mommy teach you to not play with knives?” The question made you pause, the sense of dread creeping up on you. You didn’t freeze, you didn’t want to give the mystery man the pleasure of watching you freak out.

“Didn’t your daddy ever tell you to never insult a girl with a knife?” Your voice wasn’t shakey, to your relief. You didn’t want to give off any indication you were frightened. You were on the second story, so it was unlikely that anybody was going to climb through the window. And even if someone did intrude, it wasn’t like you were above killing. That was something you’d grown fond of.

“Someone thinks they're clever,” The voice said, and you playfully flashed the knife at the window. “It’d be a shame if you wound up dead.”

“I could say the same to the person on the end of the phone,” You grinned, putting the knife down. “This has been fun, Mystery Man, but I’m tired. Long day, y’know? New neighborhood, new house, new shit. I got stuff to do tomorrow, so call me when it’s not late. Toodles.” Before the voice could protest, you hung up, and jumped out of bed to close your curtains, flipping off whatever was out there before you clasped them shut with a claw clip.

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an-obssesed-lesbrian15 · 8 months

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This is important, please read.

TW: war, kidnapping, murder, war included stuff and talk, small mention of r@pe.

So for those who knew or didnt knew, im from Israel, if you havent heard im here to tell you the news that in the past 2 almost 3 days Israel is in war. Hard and brutal war. Gaza and the Hamas attacked in the esrly morning of the 7.10 to be exact at 6:30 am. 50 years and a day from one of our most worse war my country had ever gone through.

They send 2000 rackets to the whole south of Israel, mostly Gaza Strip and the towns and cities next to it. Multiple people were killed as terrorists took down the boarder lines and attacked from all ways, from the ground, air, sea and even in a siber attack. Gaza and the terrorists had caught us off gaurd compelitly. Soliders, police officers, and citizens themselves got to fight terrorists in the streets of those towns that the terrorists took over, they shooted on buildings, homes, every single person they saw.

That whole first day i was fixed on the news, every single second i watched the news and the horrible things that is going im my own country. It was unbeliveble.

In that first day, hundreds of terrorists got into Israel in multiple places, they kidnapped people, held whole families hostage in their own homes, murdered soliders on left and right and send rackets at the whole south of the country. There was a forest party thousands of people were in, those people got surrounded by multiple terrorists without them noticing before it was too late, those people tried to escape for their lives and some managed to do so after running away in cars and on foot, hiding in bushes and trees while people meters from them are being shot and killed. But some didnt have a good ending, those terrorists kidnapped multiple people, killed left and right and its just horrible.

All of those who were kidnapped are or dead, alive and held in some ditch or in Gaze itself, harased and r@ped, those female soliders that just finished school, that just got into the army are held in rooms with so many terrorist and in danger each second. Its so fucking scary.

In the last few days its been going this way. There are currently about 800 soliders, familes and citizens that were murdered from the start of the war, 2500+ injured, and almost 300 that got kidnapped.

The news are never ending and its horrible, all day and night long i hear war planes flying above me to fight in the south side of Israel. Its scary, even teriffying. Because i know that in some point the rackets will reach the place i live in. Im scared. And i know its not even the start.

I've been watching and hearing so many stuff in the past 2-3 days and its nothing any one need to see, feel, watch or even be a part of.

Im sorry to be the one who will tell you this is its the first time you'll hear about this war, but its true, and that my and another 9 million people's lives. Israel will stand tall and we'll win.

Any questions about this can be asked in my ask box, its open and feel free to ask things about the situation in Israel.

Please repost this, so others in tumblr will know and read about this. Its important.

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dontmeantobepoliticalbut · 1 year

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Jack Smith, the U.S. special counsel named to investigate Republican former President Donald Trump, has a reputation for winning tough cases against war criminals, mobsters and crooked police officers.

Behind the scenes, however, Smith's former colleagues say he is just as tenacious in his pursuit to get criminal charges dropped for the innocent as he is to win convictions against the guilty.

When Smith isn't busy competing as a triathlete in Ironman races, they said, he is working as a dogged investigator who is open-minded and not afraid to pursue the truth.

"If the case is prosecutable, he will do it," said Mark Lesko, an attorney at Greenberg Traurig LLP who worked with Smith when both were prosecutors at the U.S. Attorney's Office in New York City's Brooklyn. "He is fearless."

Smith recently returned to the United States after working from The Hague in the Netherlands since November while recovering from knee surgery following a biking accident, a person familiar with the matter, speaking on condition of anonymity, said on Wednesday.

Attorney General Merrick Garland appointed Smith in November to take over two investigations involving Trump, who is running for President in 2024.

The first probe involves Trump's handling of highly sensitive classified documents he retained at his Florida resort after leaving the White House in January 2021.

The second investigation is looking at efforts to overturn the 2020 presidential election's results, including a plot to submit phony slates of electors to block Congress from certifying Democrat Joe Biden's victory.

Grand juries in Washington have been hearing testimony in recent months for both investigations from many former top Trump administration officials.

SEARCH FOR INNOCENCE AND GUILT

Smith, a Harvard Law School grad who is not registered with any political party, started as a prosecutor in 1994 at the Manhattan District Attorney's Office under Robert Morgenthau, who was best known for prosecuting mob bosses.

Smith's friends credit Morgenthau with instilling in him the skills that made him the prosecutor he is today.

"There was just a real emphasis, from Morgenthau on down, on not just going after convictions," recalled Todd Harrison, an attorney at McDermott Will & Emery who worked with Smith in the Manhattan District Attorney's Office and later in the U.S. Attorney's Office in Brooklyn.

"We were praised if we investigated something and demonstrated that the target of the investigation was innocent."

Once, he and Smith "spent the whole night making phone calls" after learning that a jailed suspect in one of their cases was innocent. The suspect was released the next day.

In 1999, Smith started working at the U.S. Attorney's Office in Brooklyn.

He won a conviction against New York City Police Officer Justin Volpe, a white policeman who was sentenced to 30 years in prison for assaulting Abner Louima, a jailed Black inmate, with a broomstick.

Smith also won a capital murder conviction against Ronell Wilson, a drug gang leader who murdered two undercover New York City police officers, though a federal appeals court vacated the death penalty verdict.

In 2008, Smith left to supervise war crime prosecutions at the International Criminal Court in The Hague. He returned to the Justice Department in 2010 to head its Public Integrity Section until 2015.

Most recently, he worked as chief prosecutor for the special court in The Hague investigating war crimes in Kosovo, and won a conviction last month against Salih Mustafa, a former Kosovo Liberation Army commander.

Moe Fodeman, an attorney at Wilson Sonsini Goodrich & Rosati who worked as a prosecutor with Smith, said his former colleague is known for being methodical and thinking outside the box.

"He is famous for to-do lists," said Fodeman, adding that the lists would be filled "with ideas that, of course, you should do, but no one thinks of."

Smith is also known for being expeditious, and Fodeman predicted the special counsel's investigations involving Trump will probably move swiftly.

"He's not going to be dillydallying," Fodeman said. "He's going to get the job done."

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kassies-take · 8 months

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If You Changed The Treaty

You: *wakes up* dad?

Billy: *smiles* kid. You did good

You: Jake?

Billy: with Bella

You: *huffs*

Paul, Jared, Leah and Sue: *enters Pack house*

Leah: oh thank god

You: *looks at Leah*

Paul and Jared: *rush to you*

Leah: don’t crowd her *moves Paul and Jared back*

Sue: *makes herbal tea for you*

Paul: we thought we lost you to those bloodsuckers

You: aww you do care

Jared: we called your dad when Quil brought you here

Leah: he found that a vampire bite doesn’t turn us

You: *groans* I felt like I was burning from the inside out

Leah: unfortunately that stays…

Paul: missed one hell of a chase though.

Leah: the red head used the treaty borders against us

Paul: *slightly angry* the big Cullen tried to get on our land

Sue: *enters living room with tea* we’re glad you’re okay

Leah: *helps you sit up*

You: I’m sore not paralyzed *sips tea*

~A few days later~

You: *enters Pack house* Sam

The Pack: *eating chicken*

You: can I talk to you

Sam and You: *walks a bit away*

Sam: what’s up kid

You: it’s about the treaty. I know it was agreed upon that the Cullen’s can’t harm a human whether that is biting to transition or draining. I think we need to make an exception for Bella

Sam: *crosses his arm*

You: Jake is hell bent on the fact that he is good for Bella, he forced herself upon her. He believes that when she’s changed he gets to kill. It’ll cause a war.

Sam: we out number them now

You: you still don’t want a fight. The redhead is after her, there’s 9 of us and the Cullen’s and she’s still out there. With our efforts concentrated on her another could slip through, one already has at Bella’s.

Sam: *sighs* it leaves our territory unprotected

You: *nods* If we allow the Cullens to change Bella it’ll keep her and our people safe. That chick is a danger magnet.

Sam: *hums*

You: *runs your hand to the bite mark on your neck* something in Seattle is happening and I don’t like the feeling of it.

Sam: the elders aren’t going to like this

You: you’re the alpha not them. And the council isn’t going to care so much when our people can benefit from it. Plus if they change Bella they’ll have to leave to avoid suspicion

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Sue: *agrees to the exception*

Billy: *hesitant to the exception*

Old Quil: *strongly against exception* absolutely not

You: if Bella isn’t vulnerable. Victoria wouldn’t be able to go after her so easily

Old Quil: Bella and the tribe wouldn’t be in danger if The Pack would kill her

You: what do you think we’ve been doing this whole time

Sam: (Y/n) is right. I have the Pack running perimeter, missing school losing sleep to protect the tribe. While we focus on one cold one others can slip through

Old Quil: *to Billy* if Jacob was Alpha this wouldn’t happen. He would honor the treaty

You: Jacob is the one who broke the treaty first. He told Bella of the Cullens. Jacob broke the council’s and alpha orders to tell Bella, an outsider, of our secrets

Old Quil: if I’m not mistaken you risked my grandson’s life by taking him to Seattle

Sue: (Y/n) got hurt protecting him.

You: *looks at Billy and internally calls for him to help her*

Billy: *avoids eye contact with you*

You: *stands* a vampire attacked me in Seattle. It doesn’t take one to know that the murders in Seattle are happening because there are more!

Sam: *turns to you* it must be why the boys and Leah shifted after the Cullen’s left

You: something big is coming

Jacob, Quil and Embry: *runs into the meeting from the forest*

Jacob: there’s a leech army after Bella!

Old Quil and Billy: *perks up* something must be done

You: *grits* case in point!

Sam: *nods in agreement to your exception*

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spaceoddball1969 · 2 years

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Falling for the Freak - Eddie Munson Fix-It Fic Chapter 13

Hi friends! I have couple of things I’d like to talk about before we get to the chapter. First off, of course, thank you all for reading and sharing and commenting. It makes my day when I see new interactions with the story.

Next, I would like to ask a question. As a reader, for you personally, how important is the inclusion of smut in this fic to you? I have no problems writing it, but I’m gonna be honest and say I much prefer writing cute or silly interactions between the reader and Eddie and explicit sexual situations. If you do not enjoy reading smut, or shouldn’t be reading it due to your age, let me know! Feel free to leave a comment or send me a message. I just want to get an idea of what you all feel like you’d like to see in this fic. I want to write something that everyone can enjoy. If it turns out most of you aren’t too interested in having smut in this fic then I’ll keep it to a minimum. I was even thinking if there’s people who really want to read that type of thing, that I could release the regular chapter without it and then release an explicit version where it will be included. Let me know what you think! I want to write what you all want to read!

Ok, another thing. Some of you have asked to be tagged and when I go to tag you, your account doesn’t come up. If you have asked to be tagged and are not getting notifications about being tagged please let me know. I have been trying to troubleshoot why I might be having issues with tagging you and have been unsuccessful. If you wanna be tagged and haven’t been getting notifications let me know and I’ll be happy to let you know when I post.

I’m getting off my soap box now.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: It’s getting way close to the time that ST4 takes place cannonically so we’re getting to the major stuff here. Eddie and the reader find it difficult to find time to be together as school, work, and Hellfire keep them both quite busy. However, spring break is coming up fast and they both are anxious to have the time to spend together. Just as things seem to be lining up them, things take an unexpected turn.

WARNINGS: Fluff, language (I just realized I’ve said fuck several times in this fic and never put a warning), mentions of murder.

Chapter 13

The next few weeks truly tested Eddie and I as a couple. We barely got to spend time together that wasn’t spent studying. He was and I quote, “army crawling” his way towards graudation and I was what felt like army crawling through piles of homework. My second semester was going well, but it was definitely killing me a little inside. I had to drop my hours at Family Video just so I could stay on top of my work. I worked when I could and had to grin and bare my cut in pay.

Eddie was also now incredibly busy with Hellfire as they were well into the Cult of Vecna. We had spent many hours discussing it so he could develop a proper cult for his evil wizard antagonist. The boys had spent several Friday nights making their way through the campaign and still were going to have to meet one last time to play through the end of it. When I could, I would sit in on the meetings and watch. Eddie often begged me to join the campaign, but the more I watched, the more confused I got. Besides, with my classwork and work at Family Video, I barely had enough time to breathe.

Luckily, spring break was coming. We had five days to get through and then we were all free for a week. It was a miracle that my spring break lined up with Eddie’s. I was desperate to be able to spend time actually hanging out with him instead of just doing homework together. It had been a rough few months. Between everything Eddie and I, Dustin was also quite busy. He had been struggling with not being able to see Suzy and his classes were starting to give him troubles. It didn’t help that issues had started to crop up between him, Mike, and Lucas. Back around Christmas, Lucas had been dumped by his girlfriend, Max. I didn’t know the whole story, but whenever I interacted with Max she always seemed to have something seriously eating her up. Lucas had been trying to get back together with her ever since. He dug into his place on the basketball team, giving her tickets to every game in hopes that she would come to one. Unfortunately she never did.

Mike and Dustin were committed to Hellfire, but it seemed that Lucas was getting wrapped up in his own interests. I was scared to say it, but I feared the boys had finally hit the point where they would grow apart. I hoped it wasn’t the case, but I feared the worst.

Their friendship was put to the ultimate test the Friday before spring break.

“We have major problems,” Dustin said on the phone that afternoon. He called the house right after he got out of school.

“What kind of problems?” I asked.

“Problems of every kind,” Dustin said. “You wouldn’t happen to be able to suddenly pick up Dungeons and Dragons would you?”

“Are you kidding me?” I asked. “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not joining the campagin?”

“Well, we need a stand in,” Dustin said. “Your boyfriend gave me and Mike another one of his outrageous assignments. We need somebody to stand in for Lucas tonight at Hellfire,”

“Where’s Lucas?” I asked, though I had a feeling I knew the answer.

“His stupid basketball team won the game last night,” Dustin said, “so now they’re in the championchip game tonight. Eddie refuses to postpone the conclusion of his campaign so he’s making us find a stand in,”

“Well,” I said. “I’m sorry. I can’t help you out there,”

“It’s fine,” Dustin said. “I gotta go find Mike. We’re going to search the school for someone willing to come play tonight,”

“Ok,” I said. “Good luck,”

“Thanks,” Dustin sighed, “we’re going to need it,”

He hung up the phone and so did I. I sat for a minute and then decided to call Eddie. The phone range several times and then his uncle picked up.

“Hello?” he asked.

“Hi, Mr. Munson,” I said, “it’s Y/N, is Eddie home yet?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, he’s not back from school. He said he might be late though. Said he had some business to take care of,” Wayne said.

“Ok,” I said, whenever Eddie had a deal to make he would always refer to it as “business”. “Could you tell him I called when he gets back?”

“Of course,” Wayne said. “You have a good day now,”

“You too,” I said and hung up the phone.

An hour or so passed and then the phone rang. I picked it up and Eddie answered. “What’s up, babe? Miss me?” he asked.

“You wish,” I laughed. “No, I was calling because I’m not sure about you making the boys find a stand in for tonight. Can’t you just postpone?”

“Absolutely not.” Eddie said firmly. “This is too big. We postpone this and I swear we’ll never finish it. I just have this gut feeling. And if they want to be true members of Hellfire, this is what they’ve gotta deal with, recruitment,”

“Are you sure you aren’t taking this too seriously?” I asked.

“I’m certain of it,” Eddie said. He paused and then spoke again. “Hey can I ask you something?”

“Go for it,” I said.

“If a girl was one of my clients and she wanted to get something stronger from me to deal with her issues how would you feel about her coming to the trailer?” he asked.

I thought about it. “Is she pretty?” I asked.

“It’s Chrissy Cunningham,” Eddie said.

“The cheerleader?” I asked.

“That’s the one,” Eddie said.

“What the fuck?” I asked. “She does business with you?”

“As of this afternoon,” Eddie said. “I tried to give her a good deal too and she asked for something stronger.”

“I trust you,” I said.

“Ok,” Eddie said.

“You better not do anything to break that trust,” I said.

“I would never,” he said. “You coming to Hellfire tonight? Gonna see the end of the Cult of Vecna?”

“I’ll try, but no promises,” I said. “I have a lot of work to do.”

“You’ll come,” Eddie said. “I know it,”

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He was right. I went. I couldn’t resist. And it was the best time I had ever had at Hellfire. Mike and Dustin had come through and somehow gotten Lucas’ sister, Erica, to stand in for her brother. I watched as they made their way through the end of the campaign. Eddie was truly on fire as the dungeon master. I had watched him do this many times now, but he was legendary that night. I watched as Vecna came back from the dead and the choice was made to stay and fight him to the death. It was a little silly how seriously they all took it, but I was happy to see everyone enjoying themselves. After such a strenuous week, it felt like it was well deserved.

Especially when in the last few moments of the campaign, it seemed like all hope was lost. The only hero left standing was Lady Applejack (Erica) and she had to roll to place the final blow on Vecna. If her roll came up short, the entire party would be demolished. It was as if the whole world went into slow motion as Erica, with her American flag tied around her neck, shook the die in her cupped hands. I watched as it flew from her fingers and across the table. It rolled several times and we all watched it carefully. It moved slowly closer and closer to Eddie at the other end of the table until it landed on the desired number 20.

The party all froze and then we errupted into cheers. Dustin hugged me tighter than he ever had before. Even Eddie couldn’t help but cheer and bow to the brave Lady Applejack who had slain Lord Vecna. I went to congratulate Eddie on the epic conclusion of his campaign.

He pulled me into a tight hug and kissed me on the mouth. “You’re joining the party for the next campaign, I’m making you,”

“We’ll see about that,” I said.

“You’re gonna do it,” he said.

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The party cleared out not long after that. I stayed behind with Eddie to help him clean up. As I finished packing up the game board, Eddie slumped down into his dungeon master thrown. He looked like royalty sitting in that chair. I put the lid on the box and made my way over to him.

“That was a fantastic night,” Eddie said as I sat down on his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my shoulder. “Thank you for being here,”

“Of course. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Especially when I get to see you looking like a king in this chair,” I smirked.

“So if I’m the king...” Eddie said, looking up at me. He rested his chin on my shoulder. “Does that make you my queen?”

“It can if you want it to,” I said, smiling.

“Can we have crowns?” Eddie asked.

“Most definitely,” I said, a small laugh coming out.

“Good,” he said. “I think you’d look spectucular in a crown,”

“You’d look better,” I said.

“Nope,” Eddie said, “No way I could look better than you,”

“You are a sap,” I said, letting my hands slip behind his neck.

“Guilty as charged,” Eddie said, pressing his lips to mine.

We were tangled together for a moment and then he pulled back and looked at his watch.

“Shit,” Eddie said, “shit, I’ve gotta go. Sweetheart, God, I’m so sorry. I totally forgot, I gotta do the deal with Chrissy,”

“Oh,” I said and stood up. “Yeah, I forgot too,”

“Babe,” Eddie said, cupping my face with his large hands, “babe, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. How about I come by later? I’ll be at your window in like an hour tops. I’ll make it up to you,”

“Ok,” I said. “I like that idea,”

“Thank you for understanding,” Eddie said, kissing my forehead. “I’ll see you soon,”

“I trust you!” I called as Eddie gathered his things and ran out the door.

I collected my stuff and walked outside. I found my bicycle and peddled home in the dark. I felt odd, like I was being watched, or like something was off. My stomach felt uneasy and I couldn’t stop thinking about Eddie. I tried to tell myself that I wasn’t anxious about him being in the trailer alone with Chrissy Cunningham, but I must have been deep down. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wrong was going on.

I ignored the feeling as best as I could once I got home. I got into my pajamas and got ready for bed. I made sure to lock my bedroom door and to leave my window open a crack for Eddie.

I waited for an hour. He didn’t come. I waited for another hour and he still hadn’t shown up. I tried to fight off the awful feeling that he had decided that Chrissy was much prettier than I was and he would much rather spend the night with her than me. I hardly slept that night and whenever I was asleep, I was riddled with terrible nightmares.

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When I woke up the next morning and turned on the news, I realized the nightmare was just beginning.

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elizabethrobertajones · 6 months

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Really here for Miss Bounding Frog, but I wanted to thank you for becoming a Wyll BG3 appreciation blog. Because while I've no interest in playing the game myself, he's just so charming and lovely and always a joy to have on my dash

You: is today the day I blacklist the bg3 tag? Wyll: *smiles with his whole heart out of a gifset* You: .... naaah he can stay, he seems polite.

You made me realise he and Frog are fairly alike in that I try to go for girlprince in her glams a lot of the time and he's just pure disney prince (but a devil).

(spoilers for BG3 musing on their similarities)

Also I guess their personalities are pretty similar in that they remain genuinely well-meaning heroes after going through it all. Like, the vacation before Dawntrail has been fun but Frog would still absolutely throw herself back into the fire when the self-sacrificing bullshit returns. She slept Endwalker off in a week and then was confused about why the scions were treating her with kid gloves. "Look, I'm upright again! What next??" "Have you tried this adventure called 'retiring to the beach'?"

I know a looot of people have rightfully tired or grumpy WoLs who are completely done with being asked to do things and people Assuming you will be the hero, or being in the crosshairs of the universe, but I did want to write a WoL who was genuinely hype to be here and would take it on the chin with old school heroic stoicism. However gutting everything is she's like, well, we hear-feel-think this trauma and on the other side we understand and respect what it did to us and move on stronger. And then forgive everyone who caused it. (she's very annoying)

Mr Of Frontiers over there had his tragic backstory at 17, a year younger than when Frog started adventuring (intentionally with no tragic backstory, I wanted her to be in it for love of the game) and I'm hypocritically declaring she was more than old enough because I say so and Wyll was a KID just a LITTLE GUY... but also Alphinaud doesn't exist in BG3 thankfully so there's no need to debate when kids should be allowed to be in charge of armies - although I think Alphinaud and Wyll should have a catch up and maybe learn some things about how they were doomed by the narrative together...

Anyway Wyll's various endings aside from the one where you set him up to be a Duke in the city (which I did on my Astarion play since Astarion is marrying him, craves creature comforts, and was presented with not even a persuasion check to decide Wyll's entire future, which is shockingly cruel of the game) he will just go back to adventuring and saving people. Like, a guy who can legitimately retire off the back of everything that just happened and return forgiven or at least as a hero if you did get his dad murdered to not be around to forgive him, and he's like... Actually, the People Need Me, I'm going to go write the next chapter of my life as an itinerant hero killing monsters and swashbuckling all day.

Also, aside from him definitely having whatever's wrong in his brain that Frog has (and Meteor Finalfantasy who is ready to Dawntrail also and is swashbuckling), he does also have the WoLbrain when it comes to Just Saying Messed Up Things. He's so funny and sarcastic and would absolutely fit in with WoLs who pick all the weird dialogue options. WoL can make moogle noises at Thancred? Well, Wyll over here will meow at you.

He also genuinely thinks clowns are funny, and every year the WoL earnestly goes along with a demon clown halloween event so there's that.

#asks #bounding frog #ffxiv #bg3 #wyll ravengard #tags formatted in handshake meme #I do think I should get around to the conclusion of Frog's search for her reaper avatar #she can never tell Wyll about how her pact with a devil from another plane resolved #anyway I have a type which makes me rather predictable... I saw Wyll's intro and was like 'fine I guess he's my fave now'#and he never proved me wrong :)

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* ◟ : 〔 PETER GADIOT, CIS MAN + HE / HIM 〕 SEAN FUENTES , some say you’re a FORTY YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both CUNNING and DESPECTIVE, one can’t help but think of HARD TO HANDLE by THE BLACK CROWS when you walk by. are you still a DETECTIVE for THE GOVERNMENT, even with your reputation as THE MAGICIAN? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and THE SMILE OF A MAN WHO IS ALWAYS ONE STEP AHEAD, A DIMLY LIT OFFICE COVERED IN NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS AND EVIDENCE, THE SOUND OF CUFFS SPINNING ON HIS FINGER AS HE TRIES TO FIGURE OUT THE CASE, although we can’t help but think of KLAUS HARGREEVES (THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY) + WADE WILSON (DEADPOOL) + LUCIFER (LUCIFER) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

✱ … loading for SEAN FEUNTES ! pinterest | playlist | threads | muse page.

tdlr ; // currently working on his bio.

sean comes from a long list of military men. his father and his father before him both in the army. sean was a troublesome kid and his father really had no faith that his son would stay on the straight and narrow. but, even with all the partying and chaos of teen years sean was able to graduate in the top of his class. showing his intelligence was form beyond what his parents thought.

sean joined the marines right after high school his whole life his family traveled until his father retired from the military. so, he wasn't going to just stay in one spot. not while he was young at least.. and the marines seemed to be the more 'fun' of all the branches. it really tested his limits.

but, sean being sean always was one step ahead of the game. he only served for two contracts before going into the reserves at twenty-six and moved back to new york to join the police academy. he wanted to do more than just travel with a bunch of meat heads and he got tired of trying to prove to his father he was the son he wanted him to be. so, joining the nypd seemed to be the next logical step. he passed his exams with flying colors and began to patrol.

only a year into patrolling he decided that maybe this wasn't for him... maybe he needed a change. he wanted to do something that made him think more. so, he enrolled to be a detective. it was an easy decision for the force considering his past military career and the fact he was just too smart. the problem they had with sean was how much he partied and his promiscuity with other officers.

that was ten years ago now... and sean has pretty much seen every kind of case come across his desk. the detective being who he is never seemed surprised. he would just make a sly comment and begin the chase of solving the murder or whatever have you.

somewhere in this time sean was married. it was the only serious relationship he'd ever had. he was in love with his wife, truly and completely. but, with his schedule... and his wandering eyes things fell apart faster than he could put them back together. for almost a year he threw himself into a drinking fit. trying to move on... but even to this day he isn't certain that he has.

sean is known for his eccentric personality and flirtatious attitude. he always seems to be able to talk himself out of any trouble he gets in. and is always on the look out for the person that matter the most: himself. switching sides on whoever need be to keep himself out the line of fire.

wouldn't call him a crooked cop... but certainly isn't a good guy all the time.

wanted connections // connection ideas

ex-wife ; my most wanted. this will be plotted further in the dms with whoever takes her up.

flings / hook ups ; lots of these. like -- he probably has tried to sleep with every single person in this group.

his partner ; i just-- i think it would be fun.

past job connections ; people on the other side that have helped him so he's helped them out.

his dealer ; my son has a habit and needs someone one to bring him snow.

current drag along ; aka the person that he is dragging along letting them think that he's going to allow things to be more one day but truthfully he just likes their company and enjoys sleepin' with them.

#lawlessintro #sean.

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renneiscent · 2 years

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You Are All That Matters

I hope this makes sense and apologise for bad writing and messy grammar. Anyway, it’s getting near the end thus I have important question. Did you already prepare for the worst?

Warning: Violence, blood-loss mention, stabbing.

Chapters: 17/?

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There are some days that I always think I’m just an ordinary person. In fact, I always think that I’m too ordinary. There is this thought that I used to have in my mind that God didn’t create me by His own hands just like whatever bible said, but instead He used the already existed template to make my figure. I don’t have much talent or skill, I have no unique or distinctive feature on me. I’m average in everything. I’m anything but special.

Since I was in still school, I always believe that the main characters are not just something you found in book, movie, theatre, or even game. The truth is there will be always main character and supporting character, even here in reality. Life is like enormous stage for something like school drama. There will be beautiful person as the princess and her charming prince who is going to be main characters, the evil antagonist with their grumpy assistant, the villagers who support the plot and are not able to talk if the spotlight didn’t turn on them, or even the tree which just stand idly watching the chaos right there.

It’s been forever that I never thought I’m the main character even in my life. I always thought I’m just supporting character which even if I hadn’t been there, no one would have noticed. But for once, my life has been changed. For once, many people notice and interact with me. For once, some people really need me in their lives. For once, someone said that I’m important and cannot lose me.

Everything in my life turned upside down because someone from the other side of this world sent my number. It’s funny if you think about it. How one encounter can affect everything in your life, how one choice can change the whole route in your direction, how something as small as the butterfly wings can ultimately cause the typhoon halfway around the world. How my life is completely changing because someone here is just randomly involve me in her disappearance.

And then you came into my life and everything change.

“I never want to kidnap or kill you! But why you confront me and treat me as a murderer!? I already forgave you for ruining my plan but this is what I got!?” the gripping of his hands around my neck is tighten even more.

In the split of seconds when I was too stunned because of someone who I thought is my friend trying to strangle me, I finally managed to come back to this bitter reality.

“I’m not going to die here,” I say to myself since I’m not able to say it to this motherfucker above me. I’m sticking into his gunshot wound with my fingernails, pressing it hard and deep on his flesh and making him scream in pain and loosening his strangle on me. I use this opportunity to poke his eyeballs with my fingers and kick him away on the chest. I immediately crawl as far as I could and try to get up. I have no idea where should I go, I cannot even think clearly but the most important thing right now is I need to stay alive!

“Where do you think you are going!?” he snatches my ankle and makes me fell to the ground.

I try to kick him in the face few times but it misses, instead my phone is thrown away from my jacket’s pocket because of my rapid movements. My phone makes me remember with the swiss army knife that I bring this whole time which I have been keeping inside my pocket. I quickly grab the knife inside my jean pocket and pull out the knife then intend to stab him in his shoulder right away.

“Such a sneaky little girl, aren’t you?” he sneers while gripping my wrist firmly; making me hard to stab him, while his other hand right now is strangling me again.

I grunt of pain around my neck and my wrist. The gripping on my wrist becomes more firm than before and makes me drop the knife beside me, Richy of course didn’t miss this chance and let go his hand off my wrist and move it to my neck, pushing me hard to the ground even more; another round of strangling me to the death.

“Why…are…you…doing…this?” I whisper painfully, the oxygen capacity which I need is slowly decreasing but I still managed to think. I try to distract him with asking stupid and cliché question while my hand is sneakily reaching the knife.

“Because you make me pissed off! I tried to warn you over and over again, I told you my secret and you treat me as murderer!? Do you think I will let you walk out without getting some lesson, huh?” he threatens, his eyes are going darker and darker in every second.

“Shut…up…!” I state while swinging my hand which finally managed holding the army knife and try to stab him again. I’m not going to let every of your plans go your way!

That’s what I thought. But… who am I joking to anyway?

I will never be the main character. I'm just a supporting character who helps someone's storyline. I’m just a supporting character who helps Hannah’s case. It doesn’t matter if I hadn’t been here all along, someone would take my position. Why am I working too hard for someone I never meet before? Why am I letting myself involved in this long nightmare? Why am I taking this stupid and reckless route? Why am I managed to sacrifice myself like this?

I cough in reflex; there is pain I can feel around my stomach area, it feels like the shirt and my jacket are damped because of something. Is it raining? But there is no water coming at all.

“Oh no no no…” Richy stutters then gets up from me. He puts his hands back of his head, the expression of him shows that he is panic.

What makes him so panic like that? I take a glance to the spot where he’s been looking. Ah, it looks like I’m the one who got stabbed here. With all of these adrenaline rushes, I did not notice that. So I assume what my clothes feel damped is my blood? Wow, I never thought that a small knife can hurt someone like this. My brother will pay for this.

“This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening… I’m not the murderer, I’m not… this is not my fault!” Richy mutters before proceed to run away to the forest.

“Where are you going?” I try to get up and yell at him but neither of those things I can do. My voice is hoarse because of the strangulation I just had and my stomach is stabbed with my own weapon. This supporting character is getting really bad situation right now. Dear God above there, you are such a sadistic writer, don’t you think? Putting me in this miserable scene when no one here to save me?

I giggle thinking about it, but even my laugh didn’t help but hurt me so bad. I’m carefully lying on the ground and staring at the sky above me. Now, what should I do? Waiting for my own death while star gazing? But there are not stars at all, only the moon that is hiding behind the night’s clouds. Why tonight’s sky looks so sad and lonely?

I cannot allow you to put yourself in danger.

My ears suddenly rung with those words, I scoff remembering when Jake keeps saying that thing in every risky situation. Both of us are just two stubborn people who willing to die for each other. And it looks like that I’m finally the winner. I think I’m the winner.

“I’m so stupid, I should take defence class.” I shut my eyelids tight, preventing to let the tears stream down on my face. But I failed, so I just let myself started crying. Quietly. In the middle of this unknown place. All by myself.

Waiting for who will come first… my death or the person I deem important?

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asmutwriter · 2 years

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Welcome to the Freak Show (Part 17)

When I wrote this part and the next part I defiantly cried. I feel like that says more about me and the fact I was on my period rather then the fact this was actually sad or well written but enjoy non the less

Eddie x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2704

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WARNINGS: season 4 spoilers, swearing, mentions of death, mentions of murder, mourning

DISCLAIMERS

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

As promised Eddie stays the night. You call in sick to work for the next couple of days. When he doesn’t turn up at your house you start to relax again. Hopefully you’ll never see him again. The whole time Eddie stays with you. He misses school but, as he says, that isn’t unusual for him so they won’t be surprised. Once he knows your feeling calmer he goes back to his on the Saturday. Alice comes over and joins you for the weekend. Staying with you until you have work on Monday. She sits in the restaurant with you throughout your whole shift. Reading whilst you work. Then she drives you back to your house. You comfort her and tell her you’ll be fine on your own so she leaves. And you are.

You’ve heard rumours that Chris went back to the army camp so you were happy to be by yourself again. You see Eddie on Wednesday after. You hang out together and he notices you seem a lot more cheerful. He doesn’t ask about it as he doesn’t want to stress you, but he can tell you are happier. You help him with his studies, knowing his exams are in a few weeks.

Today was no different. It was the beginning of March. The first Wednesday of March in fact. You go through his English with him. Quizzing him on the book he’s meant to know relatively off by heart. Half way through you reading a passage to him he takes your wrist. You look at him confused. He pushes your sleeve up slightly and points at a small moon tattoo that’s on the inside of your wrist. “I wanted to have one that both matched but was also unique on my other wrist. Given that you did the one on my left arm” he nods

“How many you got now then” you count on your hands before holding up six fingers. He smiles “Let’s see”

“So I’ve got that one which you saw. Then I managed to get this one” you show behind your ear that there’s a design of flowers and swirls. You look around slightly before lifting your shirt up. Showing your side boob to him where a little heart outline sits. “I did them all myself apart from the one behind my ear. I got that one done by my friend” he nods

“I’m sorry for being a bad influence on you” you laugh as you pull your shirt down again

“I had tattoos before I met you”

“Correction. You had a tattoo before you met me. Singular. Now you have six″ you laugh again and nod

“True. True” you go to carry on reading but he shushes you, gently lowering the book

“Enough now. Please” you chuckle

“Fine. We can carry on next Wednesday” he lets out an annoyed groan as you laugh. “I know you dislike it but if you pass then you can leave school by the end of this year. Unfortunately you have to go through the torture of revision” he falls backwards from the bench, his legs still over the seat as his body lies on the floor. You laugh, standing up and leaning over the table to look at him

“I’m dead”

“Come on” you reach your hands out to help him up, which he grabs and you pull him up.

“Are you thinking of going to college next year?” you shake your head

“I don’t think I’ll get anything out of college to be honest. I don’t want a fancy job. I just want to earn money” you pick at your fingers

“How are your parents coping with that though?” you laugh

“They think I should become a doctor. Because that’s the career Michael has chosen” he laughs slightly as you smile at him, looking at your hands “My aim in life is to find a man that I can have children with. I’m not bothered by my career. I want a family” he nods and looks at you

“How’s that going for you?”

“Not well. Most of the men I’ve gone on dates with just try and get in my pants. Or they start proposing straight away”

“Jesus”

“Yeah not fun. But the joys of dating I suppose. Got to go through the nutters before finding ‘the one’”

"What’s ‘the one’ for you then?”

“Oh god. I don’t know if I have a type... sense of humour is always good. Slightly protective of me. Not badly so, but the kind of guy who will hold my hand in public if he sees other guys looking at me. But also doesn’t care if I go out on my own. Kind as well. I guess the stuff that every girl says they want in a man though, right?” he nods slightly “What’s your type?”

“I don’t know. Never really thought about it. Every girl I’ve been with seems to only want me to make someone else jealous or mad. I just take it whenever I can because it’s rare that a girl actually likes me for me”

“To clarify. I like you for who you are. I appreciate I’m probably not someone you’d get romantically involved with but I do like you for you and I am a girl” he laughs slightly

“You are one of my few female friends though” he thinks for a moment “in fact my only female friend. And also longest female friend”

“Thanks dude”

“I never would’ve thought we’d be as close as we are. You are one of my best friends. I feel like I could tell you anything” you smile

“Yeah I feel the same. You and Alice are the two I trust the most”

“I’m honoured. Truly” he smiles at you as you smile at him

“We should go back. I’ll see you next week though?” he nods

“See you next week”

Two weeks pass. You’ve finished studying with Eddie on your usual Wednesday meetup and are chatting away. "You are wrong. Chocolate is defiantly the best flavour of ice cream”

“Nah man. Defiantly rum and raisin”

“Are you saying that purely because it has rum in it?”

“It’s an alcoholic desert, what’s not to love!” you laugh as you lean back slightly and look up at the sky. You feel his eyes trail down your body. You look at him, his eyes darting away quickly. Looking at his watch “Shit its getting late”

“I’ll see you next Wednesday right?” he nods

“It’s the holidays next week so I have no school” you laugh as he stands up and does what you assume to be a happy dance but you aren’t to sure. You laugh as you watch him

“Why don’t you come round for the holiday? We can spend the week together. We can chill out and I can quiz you on your upcoming exams”

“You had me at the coming over part. But the exam part I’ll pass on”

“Come on. You won’t even notice. We can do a drinking game whilst I quiz you. Something like we go through the questions at the back of the book and whoever guesses it the slowest has to drink. Can’t possibly think of how that could go wrong” he laughs

“I like the sound of that more... Sure. I’ll see you on Saturday morning, say about 11?” you nod and smile

“I look forward to it”

Saturday comes about. Now Eddie has never been punctual but it was 11:45 and you were worried. You gnaw at your bottom lip as you wait by the door. Your phone rings making you jump. You rush over to it “Hello?”

“Turn on the news. Now” Alice says. Rushing over you turn the TV on. The news anchor speaks as you watch in horror

“-teen been found murdered. We aren’t sure what led to this brutal attack but-”

“Isn’t that where Eddie lives?” you hear Alice whisper on the other end of the phone.

“I- no. No. It can’t be him” you shake your head in disbelief. Eyes glued to the screen. You shake your head and drop the phone as you see his trailer in the background. Tears stream down your face as fear washes over you. You fall to the ground and hug your legs. Hands going to your eyes as you start to cry. About 20 minutes pass and a knock on the door makes you aware of the world around you but only for a moment. Alice manages to open the door. You don’t care how, you just feel her come and sit by you and hug you, stroking your hair as you cry. Her eyes stay fixed on the screen.

“Liz. It’s not him...” you look up

“-Body of the teenage girl was left-”

“It’s not him... But that’s his house...”

“Oh Liz” you look at Alice as she strokes your hair.

You wait with Alice all day. She even stays overnight. You hope he’ll turn up on Sunday morning but no luck, so you get dressed from yesterday’s clothes. Grabbing a bag and head out to his trailer. You see his home surrounded by police and tape. You walk around the area. Hoping for any signs of him but you find nothing. You stand near where the commotion is. Listening in. They just say that the body of Chrissy Cunningham was found dead at the scene. You go back to your house. Alice still there “You ok?” you nod

“It’s not him. Chrissy from school, the year below us. It was her they found dead”

“In his house?” you nod

“But he’s not dead...”

“He just likely committed a murder” you nod.

“We can find him. Please. Hess probably scared and confused and we have to help him”

“I’m sorry Liz. I love you. You know I do. But I’m not helping you find someone who’s just murdered a girl our age”

“We don’t know he did it”

“We don’t know he didn’t do it either. I’m sorry. I truly am” you nod slightly. Thinking about what she just said.

“He was meant to come over yesterday... do you-” Tears prick at your eyes as you look up at her “do you think if she wasn’t killed I would’ve been?” she lets out a sigh, running her hands through her hair and shaking her head

“I don’t know...”

“Do you really think he murdered her?”

“I hope he didn’t but the evidence isn’t in his favour” you wipe your eyes as she comes over and hugs you. You hug her back. “I need to go home ok? I’ll be back tomorrow after my shift though” she holds your face between hands hands, forcing you to look at her “You’ll be ok. If he turns up here, please call me or the police” you nod slightly.

Every day you go by his trailer. Hoping to find something. Someone. But no luck. You wear the necklace he got for you. The small chain dangling round your neck. Wanting him to be close to you. You get into the shower. First one in about a week. Then the earthquake hits. Once it passes you quickly chuck on some clothes and run outside. Helping those who were hurt immediately outside of your home from the events.

The next day you help set up the small refuge centre for those who were made homeless from the earthquake. Taking along your old clothes, some food and blankets. Even some old toys. Helping out wherever you can. You notice his uncle walk in. Alone. Going to the missing person’s board and placing a poster. Your heart sinks. They still hadn’t found Eddie? You mentally shake yourself.

Another day goes past. You go via his trailer in hopes of any sign of life before heading to the centre. Alice meets you there. Helping you fold clothes and place them into different genres. Women, men’s and children’s. Then you hear a young boy call out for Mr Munson. You look up slightly. Seeing a boy with curly hair talking to the uncle. You see them exchange words, the younger starting to get teary. You try and listen in on what they’re saying. “I-I’m so sorry” you see the boy hand him a necklace. Eddies necklace. You feel tears prick your eyes. Alice turns to you, going to say something about the dress she was holding up but stops

“Liz...?” you shake your head, tears starting to fall from your cheeks. Looking at her

“He-He’s dead” you whisper.

“Oh no, Liz” she says, going to hug you. You shake your head

“I’m sorry... I-I need a minute” you place the shirt you were holding down. Tears falling down your face as you drive back to your house. Getting in, shutting the door behind you. You let out a scream. You collapse to the ground. Hiding your face in your hands as hours go past as you cry. You eventually get up. Knowing time has passed as the sun is no longer up. You go into your room. Grabbing out the Iron Maiden shirt he had gifted you. Taking off all your clothes and placing it on your body as well as the jacket he’d gifted you. Then grabbing Fred the bear you curl up onto your bed. Crying into the soft fur of the bear until you fall asleep.

The next day you wake up. Your whole body feeling numb. You go to work, knowing you have a shift but you do it out of routine. You don’t have the mental strength. You also wear the same shirt you wore at night. Plus the jacket. Only taking it off when your boss says something. The next day you do the same thing. Wearing the same shirt and jacket. Just wondering round like a zombie. Doing chores, making yourself eat and drink. But your mind is blank. You cry whenever you have a free moment to yourself. So you try and be busy. Working overtime more. It’s been 4 days since you found out the news about Eddie. Your boss sees you cleaning tables and walks over. ”It’s your day off. Go home”

“Please. I need to be here”

“You haven’t left here in 20 hours. Go home. Get some rest. Eat and drink. I’ll see you in a couple of days” you nod slightly. Walking back to your house. You get in. Collapsing onto your bed. As soon as you hit the pillow you start crying. All the memories of him flooding your brain. How he laughed. His smile. Him trying to distract you from helping him revise. You lie on your back. Kissing the necklace that was around your neck. “I’m sorry Eddie. I’m so sorry. You were the best thing that happened to me... and you’ll never know” you hide your face. Gently crying yourself to sleep.

A few weeks pass. Although you were still mourning Eddie’s death you had started to get back to normal. You had arranged with your parents that you would move out of Hawkins as it now had too many bad memories associated with it. So you lived in boxes. Thankfully they were rich enough to be able to buy you a place outright so you didn’t need to worry about selling the house before you moved. You had managed to shower in the recent week. Not wanting to so that the scent of his shirt stayed on you for longer. But you had managed to shower and wash, even clean the house up a bit as you were currently living in boxes. You were just looking at houses at the moment, waiting for the right one to show up before you moved out. As soon as you found it your parents would pay for it and you would be living your new life. Out of habit you would go to your usual meeting spot every Wednesday. You knew no one went there so you would take a book or some paper and go and relax for an hour or so. You found it helped you feel closer to him even when you knew he couldn’t be with you anymore

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lady-nightmare · 1 year

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The Russian commander had no mercy. The recording has been revealed

After the liberation of Izium from the Russian occupation, the Ukrainians found hundreds of graves, including mass graves in the suburban forest. The bodies of the killed soldiers and civilians bore traces of torture. The Russians had no mercy - they also killed seniors and children. Investigative journalists have obtained a recording which clearly shows that a high-ranking Russian military officer, the commander of the unit, stabbed an elderly Ukrainian woman with his own hands. There is to be an investigation into the matter.

Half a year of the Russian occupation of Izium meant mass executions and torture by the Russian army. Journalists from the "Schematy" investigative project, affiliated with Radio Free Europe, spoke to local volunteers who collected the bodies of the dead throughout the city and buried them in the forest. Among the buried there are both soldiers of the Armed Forces of Ukraine and civilians. Some of the bodies bear traces of torture.

"Schema" determined which brigades of the Russian army were stationed in Izium, which served as a kind of control center for the units of the Russian Federation. In addition, journalists received from one of the intelligence units exclusive recordings of intercepted conversations of the Russian military, in which soldiers discuss the murder of civilians in the Kharkiv region.

One of such conversations is the one of September 30, after the city was liberated from the occupiers. The Russian air defense soldier was talking to his friend at the time. "Schemes" identified a military man and determined the unit in which he served.

“The brigadier general didn't say that the whole retreat was intentional. He didn't say where we were going. It turned out that the next day he reported to the army that the anti-aircraft guns had failed, he did not mention the losses at all, although he knew them. The liaison officers burned all the equipment, there was no communication with the brigade - says the soldier, reporting the withdrawal of the Russians from Izium.

This soldier is Oleg Hasilin. He is a professional military man, a graduate of the Higher School of Air Defense Forces. He serves in the 27th Separate Motorized Rifle Brigade - although it has the word "Sevastopol" in its name, it is stationed in the village of Mosrentgen in the Novomosk district.

In the same conversation, the soldier also talks about how his superiors, officers, massacred civilians.

(Officer - ed.) was drunk, it was the evening of the 25th, the battalion commander came for him with a group to evacuate (residents - ed.). An elderly man and woman came out. The man was shot by this battalion commander, and the officer, our boss, stabbed the woman to death," says Hasilin.

Sergei Safronov: The Russian colonel who stabbed a woman According to Schematy, the commander of the 27th Motorized Rifle Brigade is Colonel Sergei Safonov.

The audio recording shows that an investigation is probably underway in Russia into Safonov's alleged involvement in the murder of a civilian inhabitant of the Kharkiv region.

The Russian service of Radio Liberty turned to several friends and former associates of Safonov, with whom he appears together in joint photos on social media. Journalists asked them if they knew anything about the alleged murder. None of them expressed surprise or denied the fact that the investigation had been initiated.

Sergei Safonov's mother read the questions of journalists on the Odnoklassniki social network, but did not answer them, finally closing her profile.

The colonel's wife answered the phone, but when she heard that the question was about her husband, she said goodbye and hung up. The Main Military Investigation Department of the Supreme Court of the Russian Federation and the Main Military Prosecutor's Office did not respond to editorial requests to confirm or refuse to launch an investigation into the Safonov case.

#cry me a river with your “you are ruzzophobic”#russia #ukraine #war #war crimes #genocide #russia is a terrorist state #crimes against humanity #russia must finally pay for it`s crimes #this is only way to start healing this sick nation

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24x7newsbengal · 2 years

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Know the infamous story of infamous serial killer Robert Hansen

Subhajit Makhal: Robert Hansen a.k.a 'The Butcher Baker' was an American serial killer who was sentenced to 461 years of imprisonment without parole. His crime included 17-21 women killed, 31+women raped, 3+victimless crime, 1 attempted murder and 1 attempted rape. Let's check about the serial killer's background:- Robert Hansen was born in the year 1939 in the state of Iowa, USA. Robert Hansen's father owned a backery where Robert used to work. He was a shy boy at childhood due to which he received no attention from good looking girls at school. Hansen probably grew up hating them and had dreamed fantasies of revenge on them. Hansen started to practice both hunting and archery in the woods and being a loner he was satisfied with that. Robert Hansen the serial killer also served a time period in United States Army Reserve. In December 1971 Hansen was arrested for raping a sex worker and was also involved in many other crimes. He was arrested many times and then again released.

Serial killer Robert Hansen a.k.a The Butcher Baker. Modus Operandi :- Robert Hansen is believed to have started killing around the year 1972.The Modus Operandi of Robert Hansen was to pick up a prostitute in his car, force her at gunpoint to his home where he would rape her. After that he would take the woman in a secluded area in the woods and allowed her to run. He would then hunt her as if she was a wild animal. His victims were all women mainly erotic dancers and prostitutes. How the case unfolds?? In September 12th 1982 two police officers who were off duty at that time were hunting in a very remote section of Alaska. The twinpolice officers were hunting in the dense woods which was 20 miles away from Anchorage. The only way to get in or get out of this area was by a plane or a boat. So therefore only big hunters used to come in that place. After hunting the whole day the two police officers discovered that it was getting dark and they were already deep inside the dense woods so both of them decided to return to the camp. The return journey through dark woods was not easy so both of them decided to walk to nearby Kinnick river. As they were walking on the sand banks they noticed that a boot was sticking out of the sand. As they approached closer they discovered that there was also a human leg bone along with the boot. Being police officers they knew the importance of not meddling in a crime scene. The two off-duty police officers marked the crime scene on their map and left the area..

23 year old Sherry Morrow whose leg bone was discovered by two off duty police officers. They reported the issue to their department and when crime investigators arrived the next day they unearthed the remains woman's clothing was discovered. After searching for more evidence they found a single bullet shell case. It was 223 caliber which was used by the hunter. After autopsy it was discovered that the victim who was a woman died from three gun shots probably six months ago. The interesting fact is that although the victim of bullet wound there was not a single bullet hole in the clothes which led the police to believe that the victim was shot naked without clothes and her killer later redressed her. There was also bandages wrapped around her head and leg. So the killer probably blindfolded her before killing. After investigation it was discovered that the victim was 23 year old Sherry Morrow an exotic dancer who went missing 10 months earlier. The missing reports said that the last time before her dissappeared she told her friends that she had been offered 300 dollars to have pictures taken off by a professional photographer and she was going to meet the man before she disappeared. There were two incidents of women's dissappearance according to media reports one year back.. The first woman was so decomposed it was barely identified and the second one was 24 year old Joanne Messina who was an exotic dancer but there was not enough evidence so two women's dissappearance remained a mystery. After one year there was increase in women's dissappearances. Past victims found and recent dissappeared women were all exotic dancers and prostitutes. So the police came into the conclusion that this was indeed a work of serial killer but the police could not make any public statement as they had no evidences.

24 old Joanne Messina an exotic dancer one of the victims of Robert Hansen. However on June 13th 1983 the police finally got a breakthrough. Early morning a man driving a truck through the Anchorage highway. He saw a naked woman running towards her with hands over her head waving for the truck to stop, she had a handcuff on her hand.. The driver when stopped the truck the woman jumped inside the truck without seeking permission and tucked her head below. The driver without further drove away without making any halt. Later police found that the girl's name was Cindy Paulson and her age was 17 years old. When the Police officers asked her about the incident they come to know that not only the story was horrible but also but the girl was very brave. The story goes like Cindy was working as a prostitute in the streets of Anchorage a car approached her and inside was a bearded man with glasses whom Cindy thought to be harmless. After bargaining she sat on the passenger seat. and immediately the man handcuffed her and at gunpoint drove towards a neighborhood where he pulled her out brought inside a house downstairs where Cindy saw a chain was hanging from the ceiling.

Serial killer Robert Hansen's house The man then went to take a nap and threathened her if she made noise she will have to die.The man or the serial killer returned unchained Cindy took her upstairs threw her inside the car and drove her to nearest airport where his plane was parked. Cindy recounts that after she was put inside the plane she saw this man was loading guns after guns inside the plane.She understood the situation jumped out of the plane when the man went towards the car to bring in more supplies. She fell down and ran towards the forest. She heard the man charging towards her and she ran as fast as she could towards the highway. When she turned back she found that the man stopped following her. Later she saw the truck and this is the was she was saved. The Police went back to airport to check to which they found that the plane was standing but the attacker was not there. After futher investigation found that the owner of the plane was Robert Hansen . The police dropped Cindy to the neearest hospital and decided to pay a visit to Robert Hansen's house. They found that Robert Hansen was also driving along the same road and the car matched his description. After talking with Robert Hansen the police checked his property but found no evidences although Cindy's description matched them. The police went back and asked Cindy for a lie detector test to which Cindy refused..She out of despair left the town and police decided not to pursue the case anymore. However on 2nd September construct ion workers while working with their machines found that more bodies were under the ground. When the police were called and upon investigation it was found that a cloth and similar bullet case was found like the past case.Once arrested, Hansen was charged with assault, kidnapping, multiple weapons offenses, theft and insurance fraud. Hansen entered into a plea bargain after ballistics tests returned a match between bullets found at the crime scenes and Hansen's rifle. He pleaded guilty to the four homicides the police had evidence for (Morrow, Messina, Goulding, and "Eklutna Annie") and provided details about his other victims in return for serving his sentence in a federal prison, along with no publicity in the press.

Police investigative team unearthing dead bodies of victims killed by Robert Hansen Another condition of the plea bargain was his participation in deciphering the markings on his aviation map and locating his victims' bodies. Hansen confirmed the police theory of how the women were abducted, adding that he would sometimes let a potential victim go if she convinced him that she would not report him to police. He indicated that he began killing in the early 1970s.Hansen died on August 21, 2014, aged 75 due to natural causes from lingering health conditions. When the FBI raided Robert Hansen's house they found a map with markings exactly where the women were abducted.This was the story of Robert Hansen a serial killer who run a successful bakery, loved by neighbours yet became a cold blooded killer.. Read the full article

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 3 years

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How do you think the Cullen's would have turned out if they lived their natural human lives and not forever frozen at an age / the state they were in? For example I think Carlisle would always be kind and tame but perhaps not as idealistic. Rose might grow bitter of the world since even if Royce didn't assault her I can't imagine he would be the loving husband she wanted. Edward, who watched his parents die and was dying himself, might not be as moody and miserable. Who knows about Jasper and Alice and Esme. Emmett would probably stay the same. Bella, if she never met the supernatural, probably would just be a quiet old soul but otherwise not mal adjusted. I can't even guess about Renesmee haha since she has no personality next to being ~inhumanly special.

I mean, sadly, we know the answer: they wouldn't be around very long and would have died miserably. There's no such thing as a natural human life, well, I suppose you can die of old age, but the fate of the Cullens didn't have that in store.

But let's get into it just the same.

Alice

Had James not come across Alice, she likely still would have been turned at some point by her maker, who seems to have been very fond of her. It was just a matter of time. The difference being that, instead of being a newborn completely on her own, her maker would have been there. This is an Alice very unlikely to see Jasper or the Cullens in her future, though who knows, Carlisle and her maker might very well cross paths someday due to the similarity of their work.

But I doubt Alice would ever end up on the diet.

For Alice to remain human, she can never have been sent to that asylum. In which case we have two options a) she's not sent to an asylum b) she's sent to a different asylum.

In the first case, Alice is more than likely murdered by her father. This is what got her sent off in the first place: she was running around town claiming that her father had murdered her mother and now planned to murder her. To shut the hysterical woman up, her father sent her to an insane asylum. Which effectively got her out of his life just as he wished.

If that didn't occur to him, then yes, Alice likely falls gravely ill or has some unfortunate accident that she cannot prevent.

Otherwise, Alice is sent to some other insane asylum, likely still loses all her memories due to electroshock therapy, and probably dies very young due to poor health conditions. The life she does live is utterly miserable.

Bella

Bella dies in a parking lot, she's hit by a truck out of control. Otherwise, Bella dies in Port Angeles, she's raped and her body abandoned in a dumpster. Otherwise, Bella is eaten by a vampire.

And if Bella miraculously survives all of that, I imagine her struggle with depression continues throughout high school and into college. In college, she may meet someone who catches her interest, in which case she becomes completely codependent on them for a sense of validation (as she did Edward and Jacob in canon).

The relationship is a toxic mess, ends in a very messy breakup, and Bella goes through her New Moon phase a bit later. She might finally get therapy and survive this very dangerous phase in her life, at which point, she finally starts the slow recovery from depression.

I imagine Bella will be struggling with depression though for all of her life and, if left untreated, it might very well kill her.

Carlisle

Had Carlisle not been turned this means the vampire likely drained him. Carlisle dies at the head of the mob, this sentences the other Cullens to death as well as now no one will turn them.

Let's say Carlisle wasn't as fast that day. He had a leg cramp, or something. Not being well in front of the others, he's not hit by the vampire first. This increases his chances of death, as the vampire seems to have killed the rest he took a bite of, but he could survive.

Carlisle lives with the haunting guilt that the one time he tracks down a true demon he brought death to his parish. Several died due to his actions, the demon got away, and now there's no sign of it. Carlisle completely and utterly failed.

This is probably the final straw for Carlisle. Demons exist, but they are beyond his capacity to hunt, this is a job for God and not mere mortal men. He stops the demon hunts, stops the witch hunts, and focuses himself strictly on helping the community and preaching.

He lives knowing his father would have continued to be sorely disappointed in everything he does.

Carlisle likely marries within a few years, now that his father is dead and he's the established head of the parish. He may or may not like his wife all that much, but he has a responsibility, and having a wife and children is one of those. I imagine that they either are somewhat fond of each other or quietly tolerate one another.

If Carlisle has a son, the son is trained as a priest, sent to seminary as he was, and set to inherit the parish. If he has only daughters, then it will be her husband who will inherit the parish.

When Carlisle dies he is likely remembered very fondly by the parish for the good he did for the community. No one talks about the demon hunting disaster. He's buried next to his father.

Edward

Edward dies of the Spanish Influenza in 1918.

Had he never caught it, and thus never come across Carlisle, I imagine he lives a somewhat ordinary life. He goes to university somewhere very well established, perhaps even one of the Ivy League schools, I can see him training to become a lawyer. He either joins his father's law firm or, if his father's not a lawyer, some law firm in Chicago where he does quite well for himself.

He probably courts then marries some affluent, well to do, woman who hits all the checkmarks he expects from society. They probably get on quite well.

The market then crashes in 1929, when Edward's only 29 years old, and Edward gets to live through the depression. Edward may be lucky enough to retain his wealthy, however, he very well could not have been. Edward is now unemployed, destitute, and miserable just like the rest of the country.

I imagine this is very hard on him, he becomes very bitter and resentful, and as he desperately tires to find work it just gets worse. Edward becomes mired in cynicism.

Then the war hits, Edward is now 41, and he's too old to enlist in the army. He feels a sense of nostalgic bitterness that, once again, he can't go fight the good fight and has to cheer from the sidelines. Nonetheless, the economy starts to recover thanks to the war, Edward recovers with it and things get better.

Edward lives his ordinary human life and, perhaps, lives to sometime in the 1990's.

Emmett

Emmett is eaten by bears.

Had he not happened to be in the mountains that day then, likely, some other unfortunate accident would have befallen him. He's a mountain man, that's a dangerous life.

He gets eaten by bears, eaten by mountain lions, injured somehow and then dies, hit by a tree that he cut down, there are so many possibilities.

If he does live to an older age then he becomes the gruff mountain man stereotype that we all know. I imagine he remains a very friendly, cheerful, man, probably marries some local girl and has a very large family.

Esme

Esme kills herself. With the death of her child, that was the path she chose, and had she not been turned she would have been successful.

However, had her child lived, I imagine her life would have continued on the path it was on. She would have been a single mother, working as a teacher, and raising her child.

They would have been poor, but Esme seemed determined to make this work, and was doing an excellent job at it.

Perhaps, in time, she would meet the right man and remarry. However, I think that would take a lot of time as the whole issue was that she was hung up on the ideal of Dr. Carlisle Cullen who she met when she was sixteen and never saw again.

Regardless, she's far more of a real person grounded in reality than Esme the vampire ever was.

Jasper

Had Jasper not come across Maria, he likely would have died in the war. Many, many, people died in the civil war, and Jasper would be far from alone in that.

If not, he would have returned to the ravaged south, and likely found himself facing unemployment and very difficult times for wherever he came from.

Jasper would likely pull through, we know he has lived through hell in canon and pulled through there, though changed for life by the horrors of the civil war that will now never quite leave him.

Renesmee

Renesmee is never born. Her father is a demon a hundred years older than her mother. There is no chance that Bella becomes pregnant with Edward's human child, let alone his vampire child.

If Bella does become pregnant with a vampire child, she's likely been raped by Joham. Bella dies in confusion and agony, Renesmee is born into this world utterly alone, is picked up by Serena, and becomes yet another sister of Nahuel's.

Renesmee lives the miserable life that all of Nahuel's siblings do.

Rosalie

Rosalie is gang raped to death by Royce and his friends and dies in agony in an alley. Had she not come across Royce that night then likely, after they marry, he at some point rapes her to death and murders her.

The likelihood of Rosalie, with her parent's ambitions and her looks, of not marrying Royce is very small.

Even then, Royce is in town in general, that means all she needed was one bad night. Which, in canon, she had.

However, let's say she lives and Royce wasn't interested in her hand, she marries option number two. As you note, her marriage still likely isn't fulfilling. Rosalie is there to be beautiful and poised, to have tea with the ladies in society, and watch as a governess raises her children.

This is the world she lives in, and she accepts that, but over time she becomes increasingly bitter and resentful of this thing we call life.

TL;DR Remember, there's no escape from the pit of despair we call Twilight

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #the cullens #alice cullen #carlisle cullen #bella swan #edward cullen #esme cullen #emmett cullen #rosalie hale #jasper whitlock #rensemee cullen #bittemoi

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earnestly-endlessly · 3 years

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I love your fic recs! Do you have any with Protective!Erik?

Protective! Erik is one of my favourite tropes so I have a TON of fics to share with you. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.

Protective! Erik fic recs

Erik Lehnsherr's Guide to Saving the Universe By Meeting Your Soul-Mate and Falling in Love in Less than 72 Hours – madneto, Pangea

Summary: Army Pilot Erik Lehnsherr is just trying to enjoy his day off when a mostly naked person crashes through the roof of his car. Even more alarming, the strange falling naked person—who goes by Charles Xavier when he's not speaking an ancient dead language—brings tidings of the apparent potential end of the world, and begs Erik to help him put a stop to it.

Well. His mother has been nagging at him to go out and meet new people.

In Sound and Silence – endingthemes

Summary: Erik is assigned to care for the special patient in room 301.

How Not To Meet Your Future Boyfriend – ikeracity

Summary: Erik punches Charles in the face the first time they meet. There isn't anywhere their relationship can go from there but up.

Forgotten – FuryRed

Summary: Charles is having a really bad day. Not only has he woken up in the middle of the afternoon with no idea where he is or how he got there, but when he returns home he’s confronted by a stranger with intense eyes, who insists that he knows Charles rather more intimately than Charles remembers…

Thou Shalt Not Eat Stones – valancysnaith

Summary: Two months after Washington, Raven found Erik in a skeevy motel off the Florida interstate.

“They have Charles, Erik,” she said.

The bedframe shrieked. In the bathroom, the showerhead snapped in half and clattered into the tub.

Demoted – JayPendragon

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr is a detective-specialist with the NYPD Mutant Tactical Unit, ready to help out where his skills are needed. Or he would be, if he and his partner hadn’t been demoted. For the next four months, he is patrolling the Lenox Hill precinct with Azazel – if he doesn’t die of boredom first. One night they are called in to investigate a potential case of domestic violence, yet the tenant assures them he is both alone and unharmed. However, there is something about this Charles Xavier that compels Erik to follow up.

Warning: Sensitive material, domestic abuse and dubious consent

Watch Your Back – swoopswoop

Summary: Bodyguard AU where Erik is overly protective and things aren't as simple as they seem.

If We Met Differently – swoopswoop

Summary: Erik wasn't the only mutant 'taken in' by Shaw, Erik learns this the hard way when a new mutant is dropped into his cell. They manage to escape together, but things aren't all roses after that. Erik has a score to settle and needs to make sure Charles is safe.

The Color of Love (Character Swap Remix) – BadLuckBlueEyes

Summary: Nobody sees in color until they meet their soulmates. When your soulmate dies, your vision returns to black and white. What happens when your soulmate only dies for a few minutes?

Omega Online – miss_aphelion

Summary: Newly imprinted Charles is having trouble dealing with his overly protective alpha—so in desperation he seeks advice in an omega chat room. Emma Frost is more than happy to help, Raven isn't helping at all, and Erik can't stand to be out of touch with Charles for more than five minutes at a time.

Cannot be Contained in Words – wallhaditcoming (uvcatastrophe)

Summary: Crime syndicate head Erik Lehnsherr travels to London on business, where he meets oxford student Charles Xavier. Their liaison spawns into a years long transatlantic affair, kept apart by Erik's work and Charles' studies,which Erik chronicles in photographs. When distance ceases to be an issue after four long years, the overlap between Charles' past and Erik's work create a whole new set of complications.

A Pertinent Reminder – ikeracity, Pangea

Summary: Sometimes it's easy to forget that getting involved in Erik's mob business isn't all fine dining and sex on yachts. There's nothing like taking a couple of bullets to remind Charles of the reality.

Part 3 of the Associates series

A Dangerous Game – ikeracity, pangea

Summary: When a familiar enemy of Erik's returns to the city for some old-fashioned revenge, Charles is sucked deeper into the world of the mob than ever before.

Part 6 of the Associates series

You don’t choose the thug life (except when you do) – Anonymous

Summary: Charles is kidnapped and discovers that Erik, the Alpha he has been dating for the past few months and is head-over-heels for, is not just a wealthy businessman but actually the head of a syndicate.

He is rather unhappy about this discovery and Erik gets an earful for lying to him. Then Charles is kidnapped again and really, he hopes mating Erik won't result in weekly kidnapping because he has a thesis to finish and papers to grade.

Marrying a Mob – Ook

Summary: Charles is a teacher at a very exclusive school. When armed men burst in on the trail of two children, of course he stands up to them and gets hurt. The children are Erik Lehnsherr's children (of course); a "prominent businessman" or, less politely, "mobster".

Erik is grateful to Charles for saving his children's lives at the cost of his kneecap. So very grateful.

Naturally he tries to reward Charles for his actions. Equally naturally, Charles will be having none of that.

Azazel finds the whole thing unspeakably hilarious. Naturally.

Rumor Has It – blueink3

Summary: "Did I hear the doorbell earlier?"

"Yeah, but I'd steer clear if I were you. It seemed a little tense. I don't know what's going on, but there's a kid out there who looks freakily like the prof."

Nearly six months after Cuba, Charles' life is turned upside down for the second time. Though he's slowly learning to adapt to the first, he's not sure he can handle the second. Luckily for him, there are a few people out there more than willing to help.

Forward Momentum – AsYouWish

Summary: Six months after Cuba, Charles and Erik find themselves thrown fifty years into the future, where they meet their older selves, the Avengers, and a world that's very different from their own. Faced with the pieces of their broken relationship, an unparalleled adversary, and dealing with Tony Stark on a daily basis, Charles and Erik do their best to adapt while trying to find a way back home -- and to each other.

Runs in the Family – Anonysquirrel (chibirisuchan)

Summary: Alex knew his own reputation. Hell, he'd started some of his own reputation, because it kept some of the smarter thugs off his back. Everyone knew Alex's reputation. There was no way Hank didn't know his reputation, but he'd brought Alex into a house with some really expensive things and a lot of innocent little kids and his too-friendly, too-harmless dad.

But clearly Hank hadn't told his family anything about Alex, just like he hadn't told Alex anything about his family. At least, not about the brain-breaking parts of his family.

"I didn't know where to start," Hank said, for the dozenth time.

Featuring mpreg!Charles in a Kiss The Cook apron, overprotective!Erik in wet black leather, and baked goods. Lots and lots of baked goods.

Round the Corner Waiting – swoopswoop

Summary: When things go so spectacularly wrong during a relationship, Charles - now a single dad - almost makes a big mistake, only to be stopped by a mysterious man who just might turn his life back around.

Hide Your Fires – swoopswoop

Summary: As the sole heir, Prince Charles, had no problem with the roles and responsibility that would come with ruling a kingdom. Though he was the only one who did not see a problem. After years of being shuttled back and forth between kingdoms, his Regent hoping he would find a match more suitable to being King, he is finally sent to Genosha. Though the path has never been less clear than the one to a foreign kingdom with no ties to his native land.

Shaw’s Captive – swoopswoop

Summary: Magneto killed Shaw, it had to be done for the sake of mutant-kind but what he wasn't expecting to find hidden deep with Shaw's complex was a man held captive, obviously tortured, that somehow made Magneto turn into Erik.

Erik now has a potential human in his citadel as he continues the war with the human's.

Mind’s Eye Blind – Sperare

Summary: As far as Erik is concerned, if you want to scare a person into talking, you have to present him with something more compelling than what he stands to lose...

And there is nothing in the world more compelling than Charles.

Chipped – Rosawyn

Summary: Magneto's fledgling Brotherhood find Charles Xavier in a mutations research lab as an apparently willing subject for an experimental suppression device.

Okay, I Feel Better Now – Harleydoll

Summary: The AU in which Erik is sent to a mental health facility after being convicted for Shaw's murder and pleads insanity, and Charles is his paranoid schizophrenic of a roommate. Powers, Hellfire conspiracies, protective!Erik, and of course the inevitable angst.

Five Nights in Nuremberg – FuryRed

Summary: When Charles escapes from the mutant prison he has been held in for the last two years he knows that he’s going to need help to avoid being recaptured.

What he doesn’t expect is that help will come in the form of a mysterious German man who rescues Charles and takes him to his home; a handsome stranger who, frustratingly, doesn’t speak a single word of English…

Five Bullet Points – Sperare

Summary: It was supposed to be Erik locked away in a prison one hundred stories below the ground.

Charles was never supposed to be there with him.

Notes: Unfinished but an excellent read. Highly recommend it.

Stolen – ishipitsobad

Summary: Erik is a miserable, grumpy, cantankerous bastard, and he has every fucking right to be. He drew the short end of the stick when he got the Underworld as his domain, and there isn't very much fun to be had in judging and governing dead souls who would rather be anywhere else but with Erik in the depths of Hell.

So when he meets Charles, brilliant and lovely Charles who is more popularly known amongst the mortals as Persephone, and feels the promise of something wonderful that could make his eternally doomed existence infinitely more bearable... you can bet all your drachmas Erik's not going to let Charles go any fucking time soon.

My Barbaric Darling – baehj2915

Summary: Erik is revivified caveman. Charles is the anthropologist(?) taking care of him. This is as ridiculous as it sounds. Romcom misunderstandings and prehistoric wooing ensues.

Swimming with Sharks – Not_You

Summary: Erik used to be a shark. Now he's not, and has to figure out how to be a good human father to his twins. Charles is willing to help.

Eucalyptus leaf of my soul - kageillusionz, ourgirlfriday

Summary: Zookeeper Raven at Taronga Zoo keeps having ideas on how to capitalize on interest in the zoo mascots, Koala Charles and Drop Bear Erik (the only drop bear in captivity!), who have captured the hearts and minds of the public. First it was to introduce prospective mates (It’ll generate attention, Hank. People are perverts. They’d love to see koala porn.). This idea was not effective the first through fifth attempts, as Erik and Charles seemed to show at best polite interest in the newcomer before resuming whatever marsupial debate they had going. However, the resulting lesbian koala orgies did indeed generate interest. Then Raven unveiled the Hug-A-Koala program, which was successful, as the public showed great interest in hugging Charles, and Charles seemed to enjoy being hugged.

Then Raven unveiled the Hug-A-Drop Bear program, and Hank, not for the first time, wished he had a flask handy.

Notes: Yes, they’re Koalas, yes they’re adorable, and yes, Erik is super protective even as a Drop Bear.

#cherik #cherik fic recs #fic recs #protective Erik #long post

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The Death Eaters as a Cult - Part 1

This is a very lightly edited old Reddit post, that I'll publish in parts because the whole thing is like 7000 words. Analyzing Voldemort, the DE and their dynamics, Dumbledore and Harry in comparison, and individual Death Eaters. Hope you like it!

Some say Voldemort is a cartoon villain, or wizard Hitler. I think he is very realistic, and that the focus on his political aspirations ignores interesting aspects of him. I cannot prove that JKR had cults in mind when she wrote Voldemort and his followers, but this is how I read them. It’s nearly impossible to define a cult, so, for the purpose hereof, I’m going with “a group dedicated to the worship of a person”. Many cult leaders in real life present themselves merely as “god’s voice” or “the messiah”, but Voldemort specifically didn’t bother to hide behind a power higher than himself.

Tom Riddle comes from humble beginnings, like many cult leaders - he’s raised in an orphanage. He already has delusions of grandeur, only in this case they’re not delusions, because he really is magic, which makes it all the more dangerous. Look how he reacted to discovering he was a wizard, and how Harry did.

Immediately following the revelation that Lily and James did not die in a car crash, and that Harry is famous, and that he survived an attempt at his life by the worst wizard in history:

Hagrid looked at Harry with warmth and respect blazing in his eyes, but Harry, instead of feeling pleased and proud, felt quite sure there had been a horrible mistake. A wizard? Him? How could he possibly be? He’d spent his life being clouted by Dudley, and bullied by Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon; if he was really a wizard, why hadn’t they been turned into warty toads every time they’d tried to lock him in his cupboard? If he’d once defeated the greatest sorcerer in the world, how come Dudley had always been able to kick him around like a football?

“Hagrid,” he said quietly, “I think you must have made a mistake. I don’t think I can be a wizard.”

Heart-breaking. Harry doesn’t believe he can be special, he blames himself for the way he’s treated.

This is Tom Riddle:

“I know that you are not mad. Hogwarts is not a school for mad people. It is a school of magic.”

There was silence. Riddle had frozen, his face expressionless, but his eyes were flickering back and forth between each of Dumbledore’s, as though trying to catch one of them lying. “Magic?” he repeated in a whisper.

“That’s right,” said Dumbledore.

“It’s... it’s magic, what I can do?”

“What is it that you can do?”

“All sorts,” breathed Riddle. A flush of excitement was rising up his neck into his hollow cheeks; he looked fevered. “I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I want them to do, without training them. I can make bad things happen to people who annoy me. I can make them hurt if I want to.”

His legs were trembling. He stumbled forward and sat down on the bed again, staring at his hands, his head bowed as though in prayer.

“I knew I was different,” he whispered to his own quivering fingers. “I knew I was special. Always, I knew there was something.”

His megalomania and violent nature are already apparent, as is his preternatural control of his magic. It also hints at rudimentary legilimency.

Dumbledore spells out that young Tom Riddle equated magic with immortality and liked to collect trophies, and that Tom Riddle liked being special, as he resents the name Tom for being too common; he already lives behind a mask and only shows his true face in shock. This, and not Dumbledore’s magical prowess, is what always scared Tom. Voldemort knew Dumbledore knew what he was. That was the only tactical advantage Dumbledore had.

It’s also one of JKR’s strokes of brilliance: Dumbledore saw Tom for what Tom was, and others never did until it was too late, not because he was that clever, but because he knew from experience. Dumbledore had allowed himself to fall for a charismatic but heartless man before, and it took Ariana dying to slap him awake. Dumbledore knows good people can be led astray: It happened to him. It has nothing to do with intelligence or “goodness”. Gellert was able to give Albus exactly what Albus lacked, stuck at home taking care of Ariana: the promise of freedom and a bright future, and the companionship of an equal. Albus fell for it, despite warning signs that should have been obvious.

Later, we know Tom is chosen by a wand of yew and phoenix feather. Both yew and phoenix are associated with immortality; yew trees are very long-lived. Compare this to Harry’s wand, holly and phoenix feather: both these characters will experience death and rebirth, except Tom Riddle’s wand tree is yew, and Harry’s is holly.

From Wikipedia: “The Christian church commonly found it expedient to take over existing pre-Christian sacred sites for churches. It has also been suggested that yews were planted at religious sites as their long life was suggestive of eternity, or because, being toxic when ingested, they were seen as trees of death.” Also from Wikipedia: “Christians have identified a wealth of symbolism in the holly tree’s form. The sharpness of the leaves help to recall the crown of thorns worn by Jesus; the red berries serve as a reminder of the drops of blood that were shed for salvation; and the shape of the leaves, which resemble flames, can serve to reveal God's burning love for His people.”

The two orphans’ wildly different views of death are also apparent in their wand trees. Voldemort will murder to attain his goals; Harry will sacrifice himself. That the phoenix feather came from Fawkes is also meaningful - Dumbledore taught both magic in some capacity, but he never could defeat Voldemort, because they’re too alike. One of Harry’s advantages in this battle is the integrity of his soul, which cannot be compromised.

Next, Tom Riddle is sorted into Slytherin. For a child who is already prone to megalomania, the house values bring out the worst in him, and under Slughorn, he grows into a manipulative, cunning, ruthless young man. I’m not blaming Horace for Tom being a psychopath, but some of the particular ways his psychopathy manifested in seem to have been directly due to Slughorn’s influence. Slughorn is a blood-supremacist, who was convinced Tom must come from fine stock. Slughorn tests drinks for poison using house elves; Tom Riddle tests the effectiveness of his Horcrux’s protection on Kreacher. Slughorn emphasizes the importance of connections and outright praises Tom for knowing more than he needs to, and encourages an attitude of “it’s only wrong if you get caught.” But Slughorn, prejudiced and cunning as he is, is not violent - he is academically curious about Horcruxes, but he finds them repugnant. Tom’s heart is not so faint - at the point of asking Slughorn about Horcruxes, the diary is already a horcrux, and Tom has already murdered his father. This is how Dumbledore describes Tom’s original gang, who were the proto-Death Eaters:

As he moved up the school, he gathered about him a group of dedicated friends; I call them that, for want of a better term, although as I have already indicated, Riddle undoubtedly felt no affection for any of them. This group had a kind of dark glamour within the castle. They were a motley collection; a mixture of the weak seeking protection, the ambitious seeking some shared glory, and the thuggish gravitating toward a leader who could show them more refined forms of cruelty. In other words, they were the forerunners of the Death Eaters, and indeed some of them became the first Death Eaters after leaving Hogwarts. Rigidly controlled by Riddle, they were never detected in open wrongdoing, although their seven years at Hogwarts were marked by a number of nasty incidents to which they were never satisfactorily linked, the most serious of which was, of course, the opening of the Chamber of Secrets, which resulted in the death of a girl. As you know, Hagrid was wrongly accused of that crime.

Dumbledore explains what motivated people to join Tom: some were afraid, some ambitious, some cruel. He controlled his so-called friends, and already started framing others for his own crimes (Hagrid’s framing was followed by Morfin’s and Hokey the house elf’s).

This is followed by Tom’s attempt to become a teacher (Dumbledore spells out his motivations: He is attached to the school, he wants to study its magic, and he already wants to build himself an army). He is denied, oddly chooses to work for Borgin and Burkes, a choice fueled by the desire to trace down more items to make into Horcruxes. Through the memory of the meeting with Heptzibah Smith, we see that Tom was definitely charming when he needed to be, and knew how to make people feel good. He did not use magic to trick her into showing him her precious locket and cup: he used muggle manipulation - flattery, making an old and forlorn lady feel valuable, perhaps even flirting with her (she’s certainly flirting with him). He was pleasant enough that Ms. Smith eagerly looked forward to his visits - but as she showed him her treasures, he was caught off guard by hearing about his mother and how she sold the locket, and she saw him for what he was, although she quickly fell into denial. Sadly, she was murdered two days later.

Why rely on Horcruxes to gain immortality? Tom must have known about Nicholas Flamel and the Philosopher’s Stone, and the Horcruxes require someone else to perform the resurrection ritual. Either making the Stone is so hard that it would deter Tom (unlikely), or he already expected to rely on followers who would find him and revive him - he certainly seems to have expected his followers to have searched for him earlier. Maybe Horcruxes were appealing because they require murder. In any case, this is followed by the memory of Tom asking Dumbledore for the DADA job again, a decade later. Tom has spent a decade gathering followers, and he has already changed his name to Lord Voldemort. This is reminiscent of real life cult leader David Koresh, and the leaders of the Children of God, Aum Shinrikyo, etc. The meeting between Voldemort and Albus is interesting, because it’s clear that Dumbledore had tried to teach Tom about the power of love:

“The old argument,” he said softly. “But nothing I have seen in the world has supported your famous pronouncements that love is more powerful than my kind of magic, Dumbledore.”

“Perhaps you have been looking in the wrong places,” suggested Dumbledore.

This did not help. Tom never learned - how could he? At 16, he was already a murderer - who could love him now for who he was? He could never be truly loved, and he could never truly love another, and he underestimated the power of love for his entire life, leading to his downfall - twice (were that it was so simple in real life).

Voldemort is trying to obfuscate the nature of the relationship, like all cults - they never admit this is what they are.

“I am glad to hear that you consider them friends,” said Dumbledore. “I was under the impression that they are more in the order of servants.”

“You are mistaken,” said Voldemort.

But LV can’t lie to Dumbledore, who changes the subject. He denies him the DADA job again, and the curse is placed on the job. LV’s ascent is due to begin in a few years. Hagrid tells the story:

Anyway, this — this wizard, about twenty years ago now, started lookin’ fer followers. Got ’em, too — some were afraid, some just wanted a bit o’ his power, ’cause he was gettin’ himself power, all right. Dark days, Harry. Didn’t know who ter trust, didn’t dare get friendly with strange wizards or witches...

Voldemort isn’t just interested in immortality. He wants complete control. He wants everyone fearing him - even fearing his name. He has people isolated and distrustful, fearing for their lives.

But we know his reign of terror was dreadful - what I’m interested in is the way he treated his own followers. We know little about how he treated them in the first war, but we do have what Sirius had to say about Regulus’s fate:

From what I found out after he died, he got in so far, then panicked about what he was being asked to do and tried to back out. Well, you don’t just hand in your resignation to Voldemort. It’s a lifetime of service or death.

We know the real story of Regulus’s disappearance, and it’s different. Kreacher tells us that Regulus died in the Horcrux cave - but more telling is that Regulus forbade Kreacher from telling his parents what had happened to him. Why did he feel the need to do that? This suggests that Regulus knew LV destroyed traitors’ families, which is a tactic used in cults and other abusive dynamics. We know LV would leverage Draco’s welfare against Lucius for his failure in the Department of Mysteries, too. We know also that instead of going to Dumbledore, or to his own brother, Regulus chose death – unless he was really dumb, and I don’t think he was, he must have been manipulated into believing that was his only option, or his world made no sense after his faith had shattered. So many people never readjust to life outside the cult.

Voldemort “dies” about two years after that, having successfully recruited about 400 followers (“the death eaters outnumbered us the Order 20:1” - Lupin). We can’t say if all these people were genuine Death Eaters or people who had been Imperiused or otherwise coerced, or allies like Narcissa, but that coercion is used to recruit shows that Voldemort did not take his own followers’ ambitions and wishes into account. People who use outright coercion don't suddenly draw the line at manipulation.

#death eaters #cult #death eater meta #voldemort #voldemort meta #harry potter #meta

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Texas Heat

Alpha!Tommy x omega!Reader (AFAB). When you find yourself trapped within the Hewitt family’s web of murder, violence and pain, the last thing you expect to do is fall in love.

Part One / Part Two / Part Three

The Texas sun beats mercilessly down on the back of your neck, the air thick and slow as dark molasses. You tied your sweater around your waist, but even that was too much for your sweating skin, so now it just hangs limply from your fingers.

You manage to hitch a lift from a family of three on a cross-state road trip – the parents were both betas, the little girl in the back unpresented. You tell them you’re heading back to college from visiting your family, that your car packed up some three miles back. You also tell them you’re a beta. Two truths and a lie.

They pull into a small gas station in Travis County called Cele Community Centre to fill up, while you step inside the sore to ask to use the phone. A middle-aged woman with cats-eye spectacles stands behind the counter, a couple of leather-clad bikers sitting at a table littered with beer bottles.

The phone’s busted, but when you explain about your car, she offers a different option. Her brother’s got a tow truck – he could go pick up your car and bring it back for repair. It’s too good an offer to refuse, so you wave goodbye to the beta family and take a seat in the diner. The woman – Luda May Hewitt, she introduces herself – gives you a soda on the house and asks you about yourself. You tell her about your parents, your brother in the army, your little sister about to graduate high school. By the time her brother arrives – a unkempt, bespectacled man she calls Monty – you feel as though you’ve been talking to a matronly aunt for the past hour. She’s kind, with good old-fashioned Southern values, and so when she asks if you’d like to join them for supper, you accept. Monty says your car needs a new valve or something, which he has back at the homestead, so you hop in the cab of his truck next to Luda May.

The Hewitt family home is a large farmhouse, with sprawling fields surrounding and a dilapidated garage. Monty parks up in the front yard and disappears, presumably to find the missing piece for your car. You shoulder your bag and follow Luda May inside the house. It’s not particularly clean, but your mother raised you to be polite, so you accept some sweet tea and some homemade biscuits.

Shortly, another man appears in the kitchen – this one younger and more well-presented than Monty - who introduces himself as Sheriff Hoyt. A rough, brutish scent of alpha pheromones follows him through the door, but you know by instinct its not from him.

“Tommy,” he says, glancing over his shoulder at a hulking figure beyond the doorway. “Come say hello to our guest.”

The person who steps into the room has to be the largest man you’ve never seen. Not only is he tall – at least six and a half feet – but he’s also broad; wide shoulders, muscular arms, and a chest like a barrel. Despite the suppressants you’ve been careful to keep concealed in your bag, your glands tingle pleasantly as his scent washes over you. Your nose recognises earth, leather and sweat, but your finer-tuned olfactory senses catch hints of sandalwood, charcoal, and the unmistakable metallic tang of blood. You contribute this to the butcher’s apron he’s wearing tied around his thick waist – the dark brown stains a clear indication of animal slaughter. While this doesn’t exactly strike you as comforting, you can’t deny his scent is . . . appealing.

You focus on his face for just a moment, not wanting to stare. His dark hair is long and wavy, most of his face concealed beneath a crude leather mask, revealing only his eyes, forehead and a small glimpse of chapped lips. The space where his nose would be beneath the mask is strangely flat, leading you to suspect some kind of physical deformity. His shadowed eyes catch yours and you look away in embarrassment.

“This here’s Thomas, my boy,” Luda May says. “Tommy, meet Y/N.”

“Hey,” you rise to your feet and hold out a hand. Even at your full height, you barely come up to his chest. “Nice to meet you, Thomas.”

He doesn’t speak or move to shake your hand, but his right-hand fingers flex at his side, so you can tell he wants to. Moreover, you can smell it on him. The pheromones he’s giving off betray his interest, and your face flushes at the thought that such an impressive alpha’s attention is directed at you. Eventually, you lower your hand and return to your seat, taking a sip of tea to hide your awkwardness.

“So,” Hoyt says, sitting down opposite you and placing his hat on the table. “Y/N, what are you?”

You know what he’s trying to say, even if the question comes across as a little rude.

“I’m a beta, sir,” you say.

“Seems the whole dang state’s beta these days,” he says, leaning back and accepting a glass of tea from Luda May. “Tommy’s pretty much the only alpha ‘round these parts, and as for omegas, forget it.”

Praying that your suppressants are doing their job, you nod along with his words and try not to focus on Thomas, who’s still standing like a full-door draft excluder in the corridor. You wonder if his senses are strong enough to tell that you’re lying. Surely if they were, he’d say something, wouldn’t he? Such a big strong alpha like him, wouldn’t be able to help himself.

Big strong alpha . . .

The thought makes you shiver slightly, and you notice Thomas shift where he stands. Covering your neck as casually as you can with one hand, you pretend to be intently interested in what Hoyt is saying. As he’s illustrating the hardships of being the county’s only sheriff, Monty appears, wiping his hands on a dirty rag.

“Well, hope you didn’t have nowhere to be anytime soon, ‘cause that tin can sure ain’t going without a new carburetor.”

Your heart sinks – the car was a gift from your parents when you got into UT, and you’d taken good care of it since. How had it sustained so much damage without you realising?

“D’you know where I can get a new one?”

He blows his cheeks out. “Nowhere ‘round here. Next town, maybe; ‘bout twenty miles north.”

You mentally count the small handful of notes folded in your wallet – your mom had given you $50 to get back to college, enough for fuel and food along the way, plus extra to stay in a motel. Certainly not enough for such a hefty repair.

“Course,” Hoyt says, a strange smile playing at the corner of his lips, “Uncle Monty’d be more’n happy to drive through for one tomorrow, wouldn’t ya, Monty?”

Monty nods slowly. “Be my pleasure.”

A strange tension has fallen over the small room, setting the hairs on the back of your neck a-prickle. Hoyt’s eyes are burning into you with a fierce intensity, almost . . . hunger, Monty bearing a smile, too leery to be comforting. You’re wondering if you’ve made a mistake in coming here, when Thomas moves from the shadows, his scent passing over you. Your shoulders drop a little, his presence proving an inexplicable reassurance to you. You know it’s your hormones talking; with such an alpha nearby, you’re safe. It takes a nudge from the logical side of your brain to remind you that biology is not fact, and you could be very, very far from safe with these people.

You clear your throat, mouth suddenly dry.

“Well, that’s awful kind of you. Is there, um . . . a motel or something I could stay at tonight?”

“Motel?” Luda May laughs. “Don’t be so silly, honey – you’ll stay here.”

You turn to look at her, her warm, motherly gaze refilling some of the certainly draining from you. Maybe you’re just being paranoid. After all, you’re a young woman – an omega, no less – so it’s no wonder that Hoyt and Monty might act strangely around you, whether they realise it or not. As for Thomas, well . . .

“I don’t want to be a bother, ma’am.”

“Oh hush, you’re no bother at all, and call me Luda.” She takes an old apron from a hook on the wall and nods towards the door. “Tommy’ll show you to the spare room and then you can help me start dinner.”

Thomas looks as surprised by the idea of being alone with you as you are, his gargantuan posture stiffening. His eyes flit from Luda May to you, unsure of what to do.

“Go on, boy, m’sure she don’t bite,” Hoyt chuckles.

But does he? Your mind races as you lift your bag and follow Thomas from the kitchen. His heavy footsteps make the floorboards shake as he ascends the stairs, decidedly not looking anywhere in your direction. The room he takes you to is small, barely more than a box room, with a narrow cot bed, a chest of drawers, and a dirty sink built into the wall. The white ceramic has been long since hidden beneath a layer of brown grime, and the light from the window is filtered through what looks like years of dirt.

You turn your head to thank Thomas, but the words die on your tongue when you see how close he is. His chest is heaving, and you suspect he’s . . . smelling you. Shit. You remember the mace your mom forced you to take with you, stowed safely away at the bottom of your pack. There’s no way you could get to it before he could grab you. He’s so big – his hands could easily encompass your entire head – you’re sure he could do irreparable damage without breaking so much as a sweat. His eyes – how had you not noticed how blue they are? – are fixed on you, all trace of shyness gone. You raise a hand – to do what, you’ve no idea – and stifle a shriek when he takes hold of your arm with surprising agility. Your blood stills as he lifts your wrist to his face, the air whistling through his nostrils beneath the mask as he breathes in your scent. He must know – there’s no way he can’t. He must either be the strongest alpha you’ve ever encountered, or on the brink of his rut, to detect your omega scent through your suppressants. Or both.

Part of you wants to run, to scream for help, but you can’t; your legs won’t move.

“Please . . .” you whisper, though you’re not entirely sure what you’re pleading for. Your eyes meet for one long, electrifying moment.

“Tommy, get down here! We got trespassers!”

Thomas drops your hand like it’s scalding hot, disappearing from the room and down the stairs after Hoyt’s harsh commands. You stand rooted to the spot, your heart beating a brand against your ribcage, and the bed creaks ominously beneath you as you drop down onto it. Fishing in your bag, you pull out the thin blister pack of pills, swallowing one dry. You have enough to get you safely back to Austin – you’ll just have to hope your stay here is a short one.

Comments are greatly appreciated because I’m a needy little trashbag.

#thomas hewitt #tommy hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #tommy hewitt x reader #slashers #slasher fandom #slasher fics #slasher x reader #slasher x reader fanfiction #the texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #tcm the beginning #the texas chainsaw massacre the beginning #leatherface #leatherface x reader #slasher lover

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