#jaws 4 the revenge

[yestolerancepro]

Jumping the shark the Tolerance Project and the Jaws Franchise.

Jaws is a 1975 American thriller film directed by Steven Spielberg, based on the 1974 novel by Peter Benchley. It stars Roy Scheider as police chief Martin Brody, who, with the help of a marine biologist (Richard Dreyfuss) and a professional shark hunter (Robert Shaw), hunts a man-eating great white shark that attacks beachgoers at a summer resort town. Murray Hamilton plays the mayor, and Lorraine Gary portrays Brody's wife. The screenplay is credited to Benchley, who wrote the first drafts, and actor-writer Carl Gottlieb, who rewrote the script during principal photography.

To read an article from the website Movieweb about the 10 biggest differances between the book by Peter Benchley and the Jaws film click here https://movieweb.com/jaws-biggest-differences-between-movie-and-book/

Also Do sharks really grow to the the great big size that we see in the Jaws film click on the article bellow for your answer https://www.syfy.com/syfy-wire/do-great-white-sharks-really-get-as-big-as-jaws

Why does the shark in the Jaws film attack Amity island ?

The answer to that question is answered in this article from the fan website The Daily Jaws https://thedailyjaws.com/blog/extremely-rare-for-these-waters-why-did-the-shark-in-jaws-choose-amity-island

Shot mostly on location at Martha's Vineyard in Massachusetts, Jaws was the first major motion picture to be shot on the ocean and consequently had a troubled production, going over budget and schedule. As the art department's mechanical sharks often malfunctioned, Spielberg decided mostly to suggest the shark's presence, employing an ominous and minimalist theme created by composer John Williams to indicate its impending appearances. Spielberg and others have compared this suggestive approach to that of director Alfred Hitchcock. Universal Pictures' release of the film to over 450 screens was an exceptionally wide release for a major studio picture at the time, and it was accompanied by an extensive marketing campaign that heavily emphasized television spots and tie-in merchandise.

Regarded as a watershed moment in motion picture history, Jaws was the prototypical summer blockbuster, and won several awards for its music and editing. It was the highest-grossing film of all time until the release of Star Wars two years later; both films were pivotal in establishing the modern Hollywood business model, which pursues high box-office returns from action and adventure films with simple high-concept premises, released during the summer in thousands of theaters and advertised heavily.

Jaws the perfect Horror film

I myself don’t class Jaws 1975 or its sequels as a horror film feel free to disagree with me the Callider film website wrote an article called 25 movies that are perfect from start to finish Jaws 1975 was on the list at number 1 Callider explained why Jaws was number on their list.

Predating Star Wars by two years, Jaws is often considered the original Hollywood blockbuster. It was a movie that established an already accomplished Steven Spielberg as an undisputed master filmmaker, and it remains his most exciting thriller. As far as the plot goes, it almost couldn't be simpler, as Jaws follows three men who set out to kill a monstrous shark that's been terrorizing a seaside town during the summer holiday season.

No dinosaur movie has ever been as good as Spielberg's Jurassic Park, and similarly, no other shark movie has ever come close to touching Jaws. It's a movie that works wonders with a direct premise that in lesser hands would feel generic, underwhelming, or predictable, and every minute here proves engrossing. It's a movie that's perfectly cast, perfectly paced, and perfectly directed by a remarkably young Spielberg (he wasn't even 30 at the time of its release). In essence, Jaws is - without a doubt - simply perfect.

Jaws the Music and creating that theme

John Williams composed the film's score, which earned him an Academy Award and was later ranked the sixth-greatest score by the American Film Institute.[75][76] The main "shark" theme, a simple alternating pattern of two notes—variously identified as "E and F"[77] or "F and F sharp"[78]—became a classic piece of suspense music, synonymous with approaching danger[79] (see leading-tone). in the film the theme is simply discribed as Main title / First Victim to listen to it click here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BX3bN5YeiQs&list=PL17vqAEJv6CV1syq4_fFKgBwSqGdJzH9z&index=343

Williams described the theme as "grinding away at you, just as a shark would do, instinctual, relentless, unstoppable."[80] The piece was performed by tuba player Tommy Johnson. When asked by Johnson why the melody was written in such a high register and not played by the more appropriate French horn, Williams responded that he wanted it to sound "a little more threatening".[81] When Williams first demonstrated his idea to Spielberg, playing just the two notes on a piano, Spielberg was said to have laughed, thinking that it was a joke. As Williams saw similarities between Jaws and pirate movies, at other points in the score he evoked "pirate music", which he called "primal, but fun and entertaining".[74] Calling for rapid, percussive string playing, the score contains echoes of La mer by Claude Debussy as well of Igor Stravinsky's The Rite of Spring.[78][82]

Steven Speilberg explains in this article for Fandomwire why he began to laugh when he first heard the famous Jaw theme  https://fandomwire.com/i-began-to-laugh-steven-spielberg-thought-john-williams-pranked-him-after-first-hearing-the-iconic-jaws-theme-only-to-admit-his-mistake-later/

To watch a video called JAWS (1975) - WTF REALLY Happened To This Horror Movie? about the original Jaws film click here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lW9MyhZGg8&list=PL17vqAEJv6CV1syq4_fFKgBwSqGdJzH9z&index=318

The slash film website recently published a list of the top 10 best Jaws knock off/ spoofs reading this list which you can see by clicking here https://www.slashfilm.com/897480/the-best-jaws-knock-offs-ranked/#:~:text=The%20Best%20Jaws%20Knock-Offs%2C%20Ranked%201%201.%20Tremors,8.%20Grizzly%20Film%20Ventures%20International%20...%20More%20items

  What do you think are the best films in the Jaws Franchise ?

The orignal Jaws film from 1975 was included on a list of film published by Screenrant of Franchises that peaked with their first film they said about Jaws.

One of the most important releases in movie history, the original Jaws, was credited with starting the summer blockbuster as audiences know it, and forever changing cinema. The highest-grossing movie of all time when it came out in 1975, Steven Spielberg’s epic tale of a killer shark who terrorized beachgoers was a sensational piece of action filmmaking that was as thrilling as it was terrifying. Three sequels were released, and its legacy can still be felt in recent films like The Meg, but the series peaked with the original. It is a classic horror film that cannot be replicated in any way or form.

Screenrant recently published an article called 10 films that deserved better sequels Jaws was included on thar list this is what Screenrant said about the Jaws sequels

Directed by Steven Spielberg, Jaws has been cited as one of the films that created the summer blockbuster, and set the tone for the success of Spielberg's career. It makes sense that producers wanted to capitalize on the attention that Jaws was receiving, but the many sequels that followed were consistently less effective than the original film. Though not the worst sequel overall, Jaws 2 set the tone for how filmmakers would approach the legacy of the franchise, and this should've been treated more carefully. Like many sequels, Jaws 2 falls prey to the mistake of following the same plot as the original, but not doing it as well.

I like Jaws I and 2 they are about the best the frachise has to offer.

Jaws 2 secretly has the most realestic shark screne according to this article on the ScreenRant website  https://screenrant.com/jaws-2-realistic-shark-scene-diver-scare/

Talking about Jaws 2 the film celebrates its 45th Birthday this year The remind website published this article to celebrate its birthday https://www.remindmagazine.com/article/3744/jaws-2-1978-roy-scheider-john-williams/

Did you know that the first 2 Jaws films are number 2 and 3 in the list of highest grossing horror films of all time behind the 1973 film The Exorcist I know this sounds funny but I wouldn’t class the Jaws Franchise as Horror but thats just me you can read the full list by clicking here https://www.visualcapitalist.com/the-highest-grossing-horror-movies-of-all-time/

JAWS III or is that JAWS 3D ? 1983

 Jaws III aka Jaws 3D (depending on which version you are watching the 2D Television Version or 3D version)  which people saw at the cinema  is a bit of a mess.

You can read about Producer/Directors Joe Dantes orignal plans for Jaws III amd his unmade sequel Jaws 3 people 0 by clcking here click here https://theplaylist.net/joe-dante-unmade-jaws-sequel-20230721/ 

If anybody is reading this a question has anybody seen the  orignal 3D version of the film what was it like? I imagine it was a rather strange expeireince the only 3D film I have seen was Captain EO at Disney land in California  in 1989 and again at EuroDisney in the early 90s. 

Jaws 4 The Revenge 1987

The follow up Jaws 4  The Revenge is a little bit of an improvement on III but not by much . I find Jaws 4 the Revenge a rather strange title I never knew great big white sharks had such strong emotions.

 I saw the film when it was shown on the television the best thing in it is Micheal Caine who played Hoagie Newcombe  in the film. and as the story goes  he accepted the part in the film to pay for his mothers house lol

There was even a Jaws computer game to tie in with Jaws 4 the Revenge it wasn’t very good by all accounts you can find a video about it here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cb-ILuDLuUk&list=PL17vqAEJv6CV1syq4_fFKgBwSqGdJzH9z&index=319

For more context on what makes Jaws III and 4 so bad watch this video exploring those terrible Jaws sequels by clicking here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3ta3vhzIfE&list=PL17vqAEJv6CV1syq4_fFKgBwSqGdJzH9z&index=336

Did you know that Jaws 4 the Revenge has the Dubious honor of having one of the lowest scores ever on the film rating site Rottern Tomatoes the Game rant website published the story here  https://gamerant.com/jaws-revenge-0-rotten-tomatoes/

Jaws and the the Tolerance film

We didn’t see the famous great white shark in the Tolerance film but we did hear him

 We used the famous Jaws theme twice in the Tolerance film once when Robert is nearly knocked over by a passing car only to be saved by a passer by

And the 2nd time time as a spoof with a slight nod to Jurassic Park to introduce the man with a hellium voice Mr Grosenberg played by actor Tony Green see the pictures below.

According to this article on the Collider film website you can tell how good a Jaws film is going to be by watching the first kill you can read it by clicking here https://collider.com/jaws-movies-opening-kills/

And some films that use JAWs motifs don’t even feature water according to this article by the CBR.com website click here https://www.cbr.com/tremors-nope-best-jaws-rip-offs/#:~:text=That%20said%2C%20the%20following%20decades%20would%20lend%20themselves,didn%27t%20even%20have%20sharks%20or%20water%20in%20them.

I met Jaws myself when I went to Universal Studios in 1989 as 12 year old he decided he wanted to take a chunk out of a tour bus during a studio tour I was lucky to survive ha ha lol.

Apprently this was part of something called Jaws the Ride you can find out more about it by clicking here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdQLmkmnmb0

To watch a video about  Most Ridiculous Jaws Moments click here  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jf8n-DjLQkc

As this blog is titled the best Jaws Knocks I thought I would include this video I found on Youtube titled Borrowing Blockbusters: Jawsploitation - The Best, Best Worst and Weirdest Jaws Knock Offs  you can watch it by clicking here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YFQuI95b9TA&list=PL17vqAEJv6CV1syq4_fFKgBwSqGdJzH9z&index=342

Extra Material

Documentaries

To watch a video about the making of Jaws 2 Click here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a5LM57GBIAA

To watch a video about the making of Jaws 3D click here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqV3aU_-NN0

To watch Jaws 3D a video retrospective from the Oliver Harper Youtube channel click here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KsarUFfuWRY&t=20s

To watch a video called 10 things you didn’t know about Jaws 4 the Revenge click here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9IFgf6enyw&t=38s

Jaws Trailers

 A collection of trailers for all 4 of the Jaws films click here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_G0RoRbEEw

Thank you to the You Tube Channels Minty Comedic arts for the video shorts on Jaws the Ride and the making of videos for Jaws Jaws 2 Jaws 3D Jaws 4 The Revenge  and Most Ridiculous Jaws Moments  and the Indie Dairy for the Jaws film trailers

Here is how the Screen Rant website rated the Jaws films from worst to best click on the link to read more  https://screenrant.com/jaws-movies-ranked-best-worst/

Further Reading

This article is worth a read it reveals how a technical issue with the film turned Jaws into a blockbuster https://faroutmagazine.co.uk/how-a-technical-fault-led-to-the-huge-success-of-jaws/

The first Jaws film has also been turned into a Broadway show starring Robert Shaws so you can read about by clicking here https://uk.style.yahoo.com/shark-broken-brings-jaws-robert-180000628.html

The Orignal Jaws film made Movieweb list of 20 best Universal pictures films form the 20th Century it made number 18 in their list you can read the full list by clicking herehttps://movieweb.com/universal-pictures-best-movies-20th-century/

 Did you know the Director of Jaws Steven Speilberg had a subtle cameo in the film you can read about it here https://faroutmagazine.co.uk/subtle-steven-spielberg-cameo-jaws/

The Man who designed the poster for the original poster for Jaws in 1975 Roger Kastel died aged 92 you can find a tribuite to the man by clicking here https://news.sky.com/story/jaws-and-empire-strikes-back-poster-artist-roger-kastel-dies-at-92-13009528

The Poster by Roger Kastel was also included in the Collider film website article 25 best movie posters of all time landing at number landing at number 25 they said this this about Kastels work

There are plenty of great "man vs. creature" movies out there, but few resonate quite like the original Jaws. This was the film that made Steven Spielberg a household name, and arguably kicked off the idea of what a blockbuster movie was. The plot's simplicity was one of its greatest strengths, with three men going on a deadly mission to kill a giant shark that had been terrorizing their coastal town. The straightforward nature of Jaws' premise is reflected beautifully in its instantly striking poster.

Well, the title helps as well, and on the poster in question, those four letters spelling out a single word appear bold against a white background, the color of the letters blood-red. Below the title swims a single figure, and below the swimmer looms a considerably larger shark barreling straight towards her. It encapsulates the film's opening sequence perfectly, and given that sequence establishes the tone for the entire movie perfectly, it's pretty easy to call the poster for Jaws essentially perfect.

Pictures the Jaws music as it appeared in the Tolerance film

1) Robert is nearly knocked over by a passing car only to be saved by a passer by

2) the 2nd time time as a spoof with a slight nod to Jurassic Park to introduce the man with a hellium voice Mr Grosenberg played by actor Tony Green

Other pictures

3)1975 poster for the orignal Jaws

4) Poster for Jaws 3D

5 Poster for Captain EO the Disney 3D film shown at Disney Theme parks

6) Poster for Jaws 4 the Revenge

Thank you to Minty Comedic arts for his videos on Jaws 2 Jaws 3D  Jaws the most Ridicoulas momements  and Jaws The Ride and Oliver Harper Youtube channel for his retrospective review on Jaws 3D and the indie dary for the jaws film trailers

Remember if you want to help the Tolerance project after reading this mini blog or just want further information click on this link https://www.gofundme.com/gnk3ww

#Tolerance Project Extra #Jaws #jaws 2 #jaw 3d #jaws 4 the revenge #Minty The comedic arts #Oliver Harper Youtube channel #Collider.com #Slash film website #the Indie dairy #Dan McTiernan #David Smith #Tony Green #CBR.com website #captain eo #micheal jackson #Game Rant website #Sky News website #Roger Kastel #25 Best movie posters of all time #25 movies that are perfect from start to finish #the daily jaws

[suaviterinmodo]

One of the many reasons to hate Jozsef Barsi is that Judith is the only one giving a good performance in "Jaws the Revenge". Freaking *Don Bluth* loved her - He planned to use her extensively in publicity for ADGTH and it's likely she would have been in that alternate timeline version of Bluth's Anastasia.

As a voice actor, she would have been another Tara Strong or Grey DeLisle.

By the way, both Isabelle Fuhrman and Violet McGraw, two modern/near contemporary major child stars have a Judith Barsi number of 2 - both of them have worked in a production with someone who worked with Judith Barsi.

after finding that out at the Oracle of Bacon website but using Judith's name - 35 years didn't seem as long as i thought it was...

I don’t even worry about Jozsef. I never really have. If one focuses on how bad / evil he was, Judith gets lost. It’s all about her and Maria. That’s all I care about, all I focus on. I can’t really say what Judy would have been cast for in future Don Bluth films, but I do know on good authority Don and team were looking to use her about as much as they used Dom Deluise. I see her more as a Lacey Chalbert type myself, but that’s me being me.

#judith barsi #voice acting #what could have been #don bluth #jaws 4 the revenge #jaws4 #all dogs go to heaven #1988

[whitewaterpaper]

Denna månad läste jag ut en klassiker av böcker: Hajen, och detta firades med att sedan se om Steven Spielbergs klassiska adaption av romanen. När jag såg att det var PÅ MÅNADEN 10 år sedan jag såg den sist, då i samband med Hajfesten 🦈 på SFN, visste vore det kul att se om filmerna vi såg då?

100 Million BC (2008) [👍🔁]

Astérix & Obélix: I drakens rike / Astérix & Obélix: L'Empire du Milieu (2023) [👍]

Cape Town Affair, the (1967) [👎] En spionfilm där man får för sig att en film inte behöver något mer än en banal spionintrig för att bära sig och vara spännande.

Cruel Jaws (1995) [👎🔁🦈]

Hajen 2 / Jaws 2 (1978) [🔁🦈]

Hajen 3 / Jaws 3-D (1983) [👍🔁🦈] Antagligen den av uppföljarna jag tycker mest om.

Hajen 4 / Jaws: The Revenge (1987) [👎🔁🦈] En dikeskörning av episka mått...

Hajen / Jaws (1975) [👍🔁🦈]

Jack och Bönstjälken / Jack and the Beanstalk (1952) [👍] Tror det här var min första konakt med Abbot & Costello, över förväntan bra med en intressant take på den klassiska sagan.

Jättehajen: Vindsurfarnas Skräck / L'ultimo Squalo (1981) [🔁🦈]

Mortal Engines (2018) [👍🔁]

Ännu en omtitt för att jag läst boken. En del ändringar från boken, men ändå en rakt igenom bra film.

Once Upon a Crime / Akazukin, tabi no tochu de shitai to deau (2023) [👍] Japanskt sagoäventyr där Rödluvan träffar Askungen och dras in i ett mordmysterium. Kul koncept, har sina hål i storyn men bröderna Grimm filtrerat genom ett japanskt öga är sannerligen en intressant upplevelse.

Pirates of Capri, the / I Pirati di Capri (1949) [__]

Rid i natt! (1942) [__] Stolpig svensk film, lite småtrist berättad och en intrig vi känner igen från många andra filmer.

Träskmannen / Swamp Thing (1982) [__]

Up from the Depths (1979) [🔁🦈] aka "Jättegäddan Anfaller".

Herrej-vlar vad jag sett om filmer denna månad. Kul.

Den japanska "Once Upon A Crime" kanske kan vara lite extra sevärd denna månad, trots att den kanske inte är perfekt.

#senast sedda filmer #månadens filmer #100 Million BC #Astérix & Obélix: I drakens rike #Astérix & Obélix: L'Empire du Milieu #Asterix & Obelix: I drakens rike #Asterix & Obelix: L'Empire du Milieu #the Cape Town Affair #Cruel Jaws #Hajen 2 #Jaws 2 #Hajen 3 #Jaws 3-D #Hajen 4 #Jaws: The Revenge #Hajen #Jaws #Jack och Bönstjälken #Jack and the Beanstalk #Jättehajen: Vindsurfarnas Skräck #L'ultimo Squalo #Mortal Engines #Once Upon a Crime #Akazukin tabi no tochu de shitai to deau #the Pirates of Capri' #I Pirati di Capri #Rid i natt! #Träskmannen #Swamp Thing #Up from the Depths

[80smovies]

#Jaws The Revenge #Jaws 4 #Joseph Sargent #Michael De Guzman #Peter Benchley #VHS #80s

[brokehorrorfan]

Swim over to Fright-Rags for Jaws shirts from all four films in the franchise. Designed by Kyle Crawford and Joe Guy Allard, they're $28 each.

#jaws #jaws 2 #jaws 3 #jaws 3d #jaws: the revenge #jaws 4 #jaws 3-d #fright rags #kyle crawford #joe guy allard #shirt #gift #horror #steven spielberg #roy scheider

[lizardbytheriver]

Jaws: The Revenge is in a different continuity than Jaws 2 or Jaws 3-D. This mirrors the Psycho franchise, where Psycho IV is in a different continuity than Pscyho 2 or Pscyho 3.

#Jaws #Jaws: The Revenge #Jaws 4 #Psycho

[duranduratulsa]

Now showing on Steve's Favorites Filmfest...Jaws: The Revenge (1987) on glorious vintage VHS 📼! #movie #movies #horror #jaws #jaws4 #jawstherevenge #scifi #monstermovies #creaturefeature #shark #greatwhite #greatwhiteshark #carcharodoncarcharias #lorrainegary #LanceGuest #mariovanpeebles #KarenYoung #MichaelCaine #80s #vintage #vhs #stevesfavorites

#movie #movies #horror #scifi #monster movies #creature feature #shark #great white shark #great white #carcharodon carcharias #jaws #jaws the revenge #jaws 4 #lorraine gary #Lance Guest #Mario Van Peebles #Karen Young #Michael Caine #80s #vintage #VHS #Steve's Favorites #Spotify

[b-movieenema]

Jaws: The Revenge celebrated 30 years in 2017 and, amazingly, it kicked off a four-week period in the summer of 87 that featured three kind of all-time bad sequels and adaptations that live in infamy to this day.

#blog #review #80s #horror #jaws #jaws 4 #jaws the revenge

[persevereforahappyending]

This isn't Your Fault (Revenge)

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader

Summary: She turned back to the display case, after contemplating it for a moment she lifted the lid, reaching down and grabbing the knife.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Death, Murder, Torture (I guess?)

Word Count: 7.5k+

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“Enough!” Tara snapped. “We’re kind of on a time limit.” She glared at her sister, Chad, and Mindy. “Come. Don’t come,” she directed at the twins. “I don’t care, but we’re leaving. Now,” she turned to Sam and then began walking towards the door.

She heard footsteps stumbling to catch up to her. She didn’t need to turn around to know all three of them were following her. “We need to meet Gale,” Tara said, still not bothering to glance back at the others.

“Where are we meeting her?” Mindy asked. Sam pulled up her phone showing the location. Mindy’s eyes widened. “Why would we want to meet there?”

“Because it’s the perfect spot to set a trap,” Sam started to explain.

“Who cares!” Tara snapped again. “Let’s take the subway, it’ll be quicker.”

She finally glanced back at the others to see all 3 of them sharing a concerned look. She narrowed her eyes at them, making all three of them, even Sam, drop their gaze to the ground. Her girlfriend was lying injured in the hospital after almost being brutally murdered, they would have to forgive her for being a little impatient, and they needed to hurry the fuck up or Ghostface wasn’t going to be the only one suffering this night.

They made their way to the subway, all of them barely shoving themselves on. Once the doors closed all four of them tensed up when they got a good look at their surroundings. Tara had almost forgot it was Halloween. Nearly everyone was dressed in costume, a majority of them wearing a Ghostface costume specifically.

“How many stops?” Tara asked, glancing around at the Ghostface’s that surrounded them.

“Ten,” Sam answered, shifting closer to Tara as she watched the movements of every Ghostface.

Chad shifted, putting his body in front of Mindy and partially in front of Tara and Sam. Tara could see the fear in his eyes and the way his jaw was locked in place. His hand held onto the pole so tight his knuckles were turning white, but he stared down any Ghostface that so much as glanced their way. Sam moved behind Tara, resting her hand on the pole so her arm was resting around Tara’s shoulder. Mindy and Tara stood there, eyes darting all around the subway, squished between Chad and Sam.

With each stop a Ghostface moved, inching closer and closer to the group. All four of them watched and waited, ready to make a move. Attacking someone on a crowded subway would be a bold move, even for Ghostface, but Tara wouldn’t put it past him. Knowing Ghostface, and their luck, Ghostface would stab at least two of them and be off at the next stop before anyone were to realize what had happened.

Luckily their stop finally came, and they all piled out, lucky to escape without an incident. The four of them quickly made their way down the street to the location they were to meet Gale. They slowed their pace as they approached the alley, it wasn’t dark yet, but the sun had just begun to set.

“Good, you made it,” Gale said, popping out from the alleyway.

All four of them jumped, Chad even pushing Mindy in front of himself. Mindy turned around, slapping her brother hard on the shoulder. Tara glared at Gale, she didn’t have time to almost have a heart attack, she needed to find Ghostface, kill him, and then go back to you and spend the rest of the night apologizing. Tara would spend the rest of her life groveling for your forgiveness as long as she got to tell you Ghostface was dead.

“Are you ready for this?” Gale asked, looking at Sam before settling her gaze on Tara.

Tara nodded. “Let’s make this bastard pay,” She growled out.

Gale nodded, leading them down the alley and through the first set of doors. “Okay, I got everything all setup.” They followed her to the cage where she swiped the keycard, unlocking the metal door, they all piled into the room, waiting for Gale to flip the switch.

When the lights came on Tara’s breath caught in her throat. Gale had found the theater with a shrine to Ghostface and all the killings a couple months prior. She contacted them and they all came to see it. She had discovered it after two boys from Tara’s class had killed their teacher, only to end up murdered themselves. Sam was freaking out that it was Ghostface related but after Tara’s relentless begging and giving the police time to investigate nothing ever happened. No phone calls were made, no other killings happened, there was just silence. Sam was still one edge but without Ghostface coming after them it was hard to believe it was a real Ghostface attacked, it was chalked up to a copycat.

Tara had only been to the theater once and once was enough. She walked the display cases, seeing every gruesome detail of all the past killings. She even saw photos of her own attack, the shirt she had been wearing proudly on display with her blood still staining it. Tara hated the theater and wanted everything in it to burn, but if Ghost had a headquarters this was the most logical spot. It was also the spot they could most likely surprise him, setting up their own trap and catching him off guard.

“What’s the plan?” Chad asked, running his fingers across the glass display cases.

“We lure Ghostface here and then we kill him,” Tara said bluntly.

“We created a kill box,” Sam explained, looking at Tara with concern. “Once he steps foot in here, the doors close, and no one can come in or go out.”

“So, we’re bait?” Mindy said slowly.

“You didn’t have to come,” Tara snapped. She knew her friends didn’t deserve her attitude, but she couldn’t help it. She just needed Ghostface to arrive trying to kill them so they could turn the tables and kill him instead.

“So, what do we do now?” Chad asked, trying to diffuse the tension.

“We wait,” Gale said.

Everyone nodded, moving to separate corners of the theater. They all had visual of each other, but they didn’t want to be next to each other, they knew it wasn’t time to talk. Sam made her way up the stage where the case with Billy Loomis’s cloak hung. Tara watched her for a moment before her eyes drifted down to the display case in front of her. It was her attack, crime scene photos of her kitchen and hallway decorated with blood. Tara tapped the glass, flashing back to that night.

Tara ran a hand down her face even though she hadn’t begun to cry. She shook her head, getting back into the right mindset, she couldn’t focus on the past, the only thing that mattered in the moment was avenging you. She glanced back up at Sam when a ring broke out making everyone jump as it echoed through the room. Everyone followed the sound, their eyes all landing on Mindy.

She slowly pulled out her phone, looking at the screen. “It’s Anika,” she sighed in relief. Tara held her breath though, waiting for Mindy to answer. When she had been attacked, she thought she had been talking to Amber, but it was Ghostface, who turned out to be Amber but that was beside the point. Until Mindy heard Anika’s voice there was no telling who was on the other end of the line.

“Hello?” Mindy asked. “Hello?” she scrunched her eyebrows. “Babe, I can’t hear you.” She took the phone away from her ear looking at the others. “I don’t have signal, let me take this outside.”

“Wait,” Sam said, taking a step forward.

“It could be important,” Mindy argued.

“I’ll go with her,” Chad said.

That ended the discussion. The twins wandered back out of the room, hoping to get a better signal. Tara looked to Sam who stood in the middle of the stage. Something didn’t feel right but she couldn’t place her finger on it. She turned back to the display case, after contemplating it for a moment she lifted the lid, reaching down and grabbing the knife. Tara’s hand shook as she gripped the handle before tucking it into her pants, it was the same knife Amber had used to stab her and it was going to be the same knife she used to kill Ghostface.

The second Tara closed the lid of the display case the lights went out. “Tara?” Sam called. Tara stumbled making her way in the direction she knew the stage to be. The lights flipped back on and her and Sam ran to each other, gripping on to each other’s arm as they stood in the middle of the stage. They spun around in a circle looking for who had turned the lights off.

Gale started to make her way up the steps towards them when a Ghostface appeared behind her. “Watch out!” Sam screamed, pushing Tara behind her. It was too late, Gale barely had time to turn before the blade was imbedded into her shoulder. Gale stumbled back down the steps, putting a hand to her wound to stop the bleeding. She turned, facing Ghostface but they quickly kneed her in the stomach, grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head into the side of the stage.

Tara gripped Sam’s arm, and Sam gripped her hand back just as tight. They backed up, neither of their eyes leaving Ghostface who stood at the bottom of the steps, his head tilted, staring at them. The lights went out again and the only thing Tara could hear was her and Sam’s breathing. Then there was loud banging from the outside door and what sounded like Chad screaming. That’s when Tara realized it, they didn’t set up a trap for Ghostface, he set up a trap for them. Tara and Sam were locked in the theater with Ghostface while Gale was unconscious and bleeding out, and Chad and Mindy were locked out on the other side of the door.

Tara’s eyes darted all around the room, it was pitch black, any light that had been on was now out. She couldn’t make out anything, she couldn’t even hear the shuffling of feet. When the lights came back on Ghostface was standing right in front of her, head tilted, staring into her with those empty black eyes.

Tara jumped, letting out a gasp, as she gripped Sam’s arm, pulling her back. Sam spun around to see Ghostface in front of Tara, she let go of Tara’s hand, giving Ghostface a hard shove. They stumbled back, dropping their knife in the process. Sam quickly scooped it up, holding out towards Ghostface as he was left kneeling on the ground.

“Girls!” came a voice.

Tara and Sam turned, searching for the voice, Sam making sure to keep the knife pointed at Ghostface. They saw Quinn’s dad, detective Bailey entering through the gated door. He had his gun drawn and his head was looking from side to side as if he was checking the place out.

“How did you know where we were?” Sam asked. Tara moved closer to her sister, eyeing Bailey suspiciously.

“Kirby called,” he said, still moving his gun as he eyed his surrounding, slowly making his way to the girls.

“Kirby?” Sam furrowed her brow. Tara glanced at Sam, having the same look, they never told Kirby where they were going.

Before they could question him further another Ghostface appeared, knife raised and running up behind Bailey. “Look out!” Sam shouted. It was just the distraction the Ghostface kneeling before them needed, he reached up, ripping the knife back out of Sam’s hand.

Sam moved, elbowing Ghostface in the mask, causing him to drop the knife again. They both dove for the knife, their fingers nearly grazing it when Bailey fired, his bullet flying into the floorboard next to the knife. Sam jumped, looking back up at Baily. Ghostface grabbed the knife, turning around to point it at her, just as she had been doing to him. The Ghostface backed up slowly, joining Bailey at his side, as the one that had been running towards Bailey stood on his other side.

“You?” Sam asked, the shock evident in her voice.

“Yeah, me,” Bailey said, shrugging with a grin. “You’ve probably put together the rest,” he slapped the shoulder of the Ghostface on his left.

The Ghostface reached up, lifting off his mask to reveal Ethan. Both girls’ eyes widened. Tara shouldn’t be surprised. You had been attacked, she knew it wasn’t her sister, Mindy, Chad, or Gale. The options of who Ghostface could be were pretty limited and if Anika was still at the hospital with you that only left… Tara’s gaze shifted to the still masked Ghostface on Bailey’s right.

“Hey, roomies,” Quinn said with a smile as she revealed herself as the final Ghostface.

“What the fuck!” Sam said, looking between the three of them.

“You think you can mess with our family and just get away with it!” Quinn snapped, waving her knife around.

“Family?”

“They’re still not getting it,” Ethan said, rolling his eyes. “My name isn’t Ethan Landry! Isn’t that right dad?” he looked towards Bailey. The three of them breaking out into a laugh.

“Dad?” Tara questioned, out of everything, that surprised her the most.

“It was easy to dupe the roommate lottery and get Chad.”

“It was just as easy finding your roommate ad,” Quinn added. “I mean who wouldn’t trust a girl whose daddy is a police detective.”

“Look, whatever you think I did, I didn’t!” Sam shouted, as if she was trying to reason with them. Tara was sure Sam was just processing all this new information though. “I don’t know what you read about me online but I’m not a murderer!”

“Yes! Yes, you are!” Quinn shouted, her movements quick as she stood before Tara and Sam, angling her knife down at them. “You killed our brother.”

“Your brother?” Tara questioned.

“You stupid girl,” Ethan groaned, glaring at her as if the fact that Tara couldn’t figure out their motive was the most irritating thing in the world.

“You’re Richie’s family,” Sam said, her eyes widening with the realization.

Bailey nodded, tears filling his eyes. “Yeah, and you took him from me.”

“He was psychotic,” Tara spat out, barely dodging the knife Quinn swung at her.

“He was incredibly passionate about the things he loved,” Bailey said. “And maybe I indulged him a little too much. But I helped him build all this,” he raised his hands at their surroundings.

“This was all his?” Sam asked.

“His legacy,” Bailey sighed, admiring the memorabilia that reminded him of his son, even though all the items belonged to serial killers or their victims. “Which is why you have to die here, surrounded by what he loved the most.”

“What even is your grand plan?” Sam held up her arms, confusion written all over her face.

“It’s not enough to just kill someone anymore,” Ethan said. “You have to assassinate their character.”

“It’s as simple as posting a few conspiracies on reddit,” Quinn smirked. “Re-writing the story.”

“That was you?” Sam couldn’t keep the hurt out of her voice.

“It was too easy,” Quinn giggled. “The rest just fell right into place.”

“Those two film nerds even helped out,” Bailey said. “We had to kill you before them, so we kill them, make it look like Ghostface is back but don’t do anything after to get you to let your guard down.”

“Which you did,” Ethan said, pointing his knife at the girls.

“Then we go after what you care about most,” Bailey snarled.

Tara’s eyes widened, instantly filling with tears again. “Y/N,” she whispered.

Ethan broke out into a devilish grin. “I have to say, I’ve never had so much fun,” he said, giving a little jump of excitement.

“It was you?” Tara looked at Ethan, though her eyes were filled with tears a darkness lingered underneath, all her anger slowly bubbling back to the surface.

Ethan shrugged with a smirk. “I volunteered.” He fiddled with the knife, spinning it around with his fingers. “Nearly begged for it actually.”

“Why? What did she ever do to you? How did you even find out about us?”

“Because you’re not as smart as you think you are!” he shouted, shaking his head to regain some of his composure. “It was an accident at first, I was at the library late and caught the two of you leaving all cuddled up,” he wrinkled his nose at the memory. “You don’t get to be happy,” he shook his head. “You don’t get the girl when my brother is dead!” he gritted his teeth, staring at her with a wild look in his eye.

Tara clenched her jaw, glaring at Ethan. Tara and Sam ended up standing back-to-back as Bailey, Quinn, and Ethan began to circle them. Sam kept her eyes locked with Bailey’s while Tara’s sole focus was on Ethan. Quinn stood in the middle, smiling from ear to ear, she’d occasionally swiped her knife, barely missing Tara, and Sam.

“You know, I was meant to give her the whole experience,” Ethan taunted. “The phone call, all of it,” he wiggled his knife. “You were on the phone with her. I was disappointed, thinking it would be too easy. She put a up a fight though.” He pointed his knife, as if he approved in your survival skills. “She still screamed like a little bitch when I beat her though,” he said with a maniacal laugh.

“Fuck you!” Tara screamed, making her move, she rushed forward, shoving him into one of the display cases, shattering the glass and sending the memorabilia to the floor.

Sam went for Bailey, grabbing his wrist as he fired three more shots. They struggled, pushing each other back and forth into display cases and mannequins.

Quinn gripped her knife, swinging wildly, getting a lucky shot and slicing Sam across the arm. Quinn went to stab Sam, aiming for her heart when Tara grabbed a brick randomly lying on the ground, swinging it right against Quinn’s jaw. Tara could swear she heard a crack, she didn’t stop to look at Quinn though, she grabbed her sister’s hand and took off, ducking through a door as Bailey began firing at them again.

“What’s the plan?” Sam asked, breathing heavy.

“We kill this fucking family once and for all,” Tara said, shooting a glare at Sam so her sister knew she meant it.

“Split them up,” Sam said, nodding along. “We’ll pick them off one by one.”

“Ethan’s mine,” Tara practically growled out.

“Find them!” they heard Bailey shout.

Tara and Sam quickly jumped behind the counter of the old snack bar, getting into position. The second the door they had come through swung open they pushed the popcorn machine over, sending it crashing into Ethan. Sam jumped over the side of the counter, grabbing the old glass gumball machine. As Ethan shook out the stale popcorn from his hair, slowly pulling himself to his feet, Sam used both hands to swing the gumball machine down onto his head, shattering the glass as it came into contact with his skull. Ethan crumbled to the floor knocked out cold.

Sam or Tara didn’t have time to finish him off before Bailey and Quinn were rushing through the door after hearing the commotion. Tara gave Sam one final nod before taking off down the hallway behind her while Sam ran down the other hallway in the opposite direction. Tara slammed her body into the walls as she took the turns to sharp, she glanced back to see Quinn following her. There was no sign of Bailey, meaning he most likely went after Sam.

Tara got to a staircase, taking the steps two at a time she made her way up to the second floor. She pushed through a set of double doors, stumbling out onto the balcony seating. Tara turned facing the door she had just come through, she watched the doors, ready for Quinn to come through them. She heard a slight creak to her side though, turning just in time to see a flash of silver, she dropped to the floor, rolling away.

Quinn had come up using the other stairs, on the opposite side of the balcony. Tara moved with caution, keeping her eyes on Quinn and the knife in her hand as she slowly backed away, stepping up the short set of stairs that led to the seats. Tara could see the blood dripping from Quinn’s mouth from when she smacked her with a brick, Tara couldn’t help but smile at the memory. Quinn gave her a toothy smile, showing that Tara had knocked out a couple teeth.

“You know I wanted to kill Y/N,” Quinn said with a bloody smile. “But dad thought Ethan could use the confidence boost.” She rolled her eyes “I might have had a bit more fun with her before her demise though,” Quinn wiggled her eyebrows.

Tara stood before Quinn, gritting her teeth, and snarling like a caged animal. Quinn swiped her knife back and forth, aiming for Tara’s stomach but Tara moved, dodging each swipe with ease. When Quinn swung her knife, bringing it back the other direction Tara reach down, gripping her wrist and then rushed forward. She pushed Quinn back until they both tumbled over the railing, crashing down onto another display case.

Quinn scrambled around, searching for the knife she dropped. When Quinn got ahold of her knife, she brought it up, ready to stab Tara. Tara grabbed a broken shard of glass, ignoring the way it ripped into her palm as she impaled it deep into the side of Quinn’s neck. Tara’s eyes held no emotion as she stared into Quinn’s wide eyes, her face falling slack. Quinn dropped her knife, bringing both hands to her neck. She tried to stand but quickly crumbled back to her knees, then collapsed the rest of the way onto her side, eyes lifeless and a shard of glass sticking out of her neck.

“No!” Bailey screamed, firing his gun at Tara but the clip was empty. Sam came out from the shadows, tackling Bailey back, crashing through the movie screen.

A door creaked and Tara crawled away from Quinn’s body, making sure not to be seen. She made her way over to the electric panel, being just out of sight but having a clear view of Ethan stumbling back into the theater, a large gash on his head from where Sam had hit him with the gumball machine. Ethan had his knife up, ready for a fight, but slowly brought his arm down as he saw his sisters body lying in a bloody mess.

“Tara!” Ethan screamed. “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” he spun around, looking everywhere. A phone rang cutting through the silence, making Ethan jump. He pulled out his phone, rolling his eyes when he saw the screen before he brought the phone to his ear.

“Hello, Ethan,” Tara said, using the Ghostface voice changer she had swiped from the broken display case.

“Cute trick,” Ethan said, kicking at some of the broken glass on the ground. “Too scared to fight me yourself?”

“Aww, don’t whine,” Tara taunted. “I thought you liked playing games. I just want to play a game with you.”

“You know the whole point of the Ghostface call is to scare the person, let them know there’s someone watching them, but not letting them know who it is or where they are.” Ethan spun around the middle of the room, waving his knife around. “I know who you are Tara,” he raised his hands in the air.

“But do you know where I am?” she asked then killed the lights, all except the, what would be emergency lights, around the perimeter of the room.

“Come on!” Ethan shouted, spinning around in circles.

Pulling out the knife she tucked in her jeans, Tara tightened her grip around the handle, quickly darting towards Ethan, shoving the knife into his side, underneath where the bullet proof vest she knew he was wearing ended. Ethan howled in pain, slashing his knife blindly but Tara had already disappeared, ducking, and weaving her way around the few display cases and mannequins that remained.

“You’re such a coward, hiding in the shadows,” Ethan said, putting pressure on his side with the hand that held the knife, while the other hand kept the phone near his ear. “What will your girlfriend think?”

“A coward?” Tara repeated. “Like dressing up in a costume, making scary phone calls, hiding every part of yourself from your victim?”

“Come out and face me you bitch!”

“With pleasure,” Tara said, the Ghostface voice not coming from the phone anymore but right beside Ethan. He turned to stab her, but she ducked, driving the knife into the opposite side she had before.

Ethan hissed in pain, gritting his teeth, his grip slowly loosening on the knife until it clattered to the floor. Tara walked around to finally stand face to face with him. Ethan held both arms to his sides, trying to put pressure on both wounds. “Aww, not enjoying the game?” she asked, holding the voice changer up to her mouth. Ethan stumbled forward, reaching out for her with a bloody hand but she easily side stepped him. She dropped the voice changer as she walked closer, digging her thumb into his wound, making him open his mouth wide as he screamed in pain.

“Who’s the one choking on their blood now?” Tara said as she brought the knife down into Ethan’s mouth, giving it a final twist before ripping it out.

He coughed up blood, spraying it across her face, she didn’t care about that though. As Ethan stepped back, stumbling to the floor, Tara followed. She tilted her head, watching him like the prey he was. She got down on her knees, straddling him, so she had a better position as she lifted him up by his cloak. She watched as tears filled with the realization as to what was about to happen. Tara tilted her head to the other side, watching as he struggled, gasping for breath, only for his throat to be filled with blood.

She spun the knife in her hand before getting a firm grip again. A darkness took over her eyes as she stared down at Ethan, before shoving the knife through one cheek and out the other. His body jolted against hers, she had to put her free hand on his shoulder, keeping him pinned to the floor, as the tears finally started falling from his eyes. She just as quickly ripped the knife back out, smirking down at him as he gurgled on the blood, just like he had said you were going to do. She watched as he cried, dying in the same way his brother had, the brother he had been so adamant about getting revenge for.

She looked to the side when she heard some commotion. Detective Bailey had stumbled back into the room, he gripped his shoulder, as he spun around with his gun in his injured arm, waving it around all directions. A few seconds later Sam pushed through the curtain, approaching him slowly, with an unreadable expression. Bailey aimed his gun, pulling the trigger multiple times, but the clip was still empty. Sam walked up to him, swinging her knife and slashing Bailey’s hand, causing him to drop the gun.

“You’ll never get away with this!” Bailey shouted.

Sam tilted her head, she glanced towards Tara. If Sam was surprised by the position Tara was in, she certainly didn’t show it. She glanced down at Ethan underneath Tara, a ghost of a smirk tugging at her lips.

“I think we already have,” Sam said. Bailey turned, seeing Ethan bleeding out on the floor with Tara on top of him. Two of his children were dead, one was dying, and he was about to die himself.

Bailey stepped forward, as if he was going to come for Ethan, as if he thought he could actually help his son. Sam stalked up behind Bailey, wrapping her arm around the front of him and lightly dragging the knife across his throat. It wasn’t deep enough to kill him instantly. He reached for his throat with his bleeding hand Sam hand sliced. Blood slowly started to gush through his fingers, running down his arm. He turned, looking back to Sam in shock. He stumbled past her, and she looked on, flipping the knife around in her hand, as if she was a cat playing with a toy. Sam gave Tara one last look before she followed after Bailey, impaling the knife in the side of his back, watching him crumble to the floor.

Tara let out a small sigh before turning her attention back to Ethan. “First your brother,” she said with a light smirk. “Then your sister and now your dad.” She shook her head, clicking her tongue. “Don’t worry,” she said with sweet smile, “you’ll be reunited with them soon.”

Tara used the tip of the knife to tap Ethan’s chin, making him tilt his head back. She ran the knife down his neck, making sure to only graze him and not break the skin, yet. She dragged the knife down until she got to the cloak. Then she dragged the knife over the cloak and down his chest. She could feel the bullet proof vest underneath his cloak. She tapped the knife against his chest, right underneath where the vest stopped.

Ethan coughed, spitting up more blood. Tara grabbed Ethan by the hair, yanking his head up hard. She inched the knife up higher, so it was now above the bullet proof vest, she pushed it down, knowing it was piercing his skin when he gritted his teeth. Tears fell from his eyes, he tried to look at her with hatred as he gritted his teeth, pretending to be strong. He couldn’t mask the pain though, as the knife dug deeper into his chest he winced, blood dribbling out of his mouth.

“How’s it feel,” she whispered, leaning closer so she was staring into his eyes, “being so helpless?” her eyes raked over his body in disgust. “Knowing no one is coming to save you?”

She let go of Ethan’s hair with an aggressive fling, letting it drop back to the ground with a hard thud. Ethan coughed, his whole body shaking with the struggle. His head flopped to the side, looking in the direction Bailey and Sam had been. Tara didn’t look, she knew Sam had it handled and based on the sob that racked through Ethan’s body she could make an educated guess as to how their fight turned out.

She tilted her head with an almost bored expression. After giving an Ethan a second to see his dead father she rolled her eyes, removing the knife she had been pressing into his chest. A hiss broke out through another sob. He turned back to Tara, looking up at her with his broken expression. She tilted her head to the other side. She wondered if this is how you looked up at him as he chased you around your house, as he tried to kill you, as he took a baseball bat to your ribs. Tara clenched her jaw, tilting her head down as she gripped the knife tighter despite the blood coating the handle making it slippery.

Tara gently ran the knife from Ethan’s chest back up to his neck before stopping. She gave the knife a few light taps on his neck before slowly sinking it in. Ethan’s eyes widened, his head jerked forward as he gasped for breath, only managing to gurgle up more blood. Tara tightened her grip on Ethan’s cloak, pushing down harder on his shoulder as he struggled against her. His arms flailed, one of them weakly coming up to grab at her arm but she just shrugs him off. When the knife was fully in Ethan’s neck he opened and closed his mouth a few times, the blood pooling in the back of his mouth before the struggle finally ended. His arm loosely fell back to the ground, his mouth left open, blood still trickling out of it, and his eyes wide open as Tara watched the light finally leave them.

Tara ripped the knife back out of Ethan’s neck, pushing her hand off his lifeless body to stand back up on her own two feet. She stood over him, looking down at her work, she didn’t necessarily feel happy, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t satisfied at having got her vengeance for you. Ethan had hurt you; he had attacked you; he had almost killed you. Tara had no mercy for him or the rest of his family. They deserved everything that had happened. Ethan deserved it. He would never hurt you again, Tara made sure of that.

Tara stepped over Ethan’s body, looking over to her sister who was in a similar position, standing over Bailey’s body. Tara looked down, the knife and her hand both coated in blood. She dropped the knife, letting it fall to the floor with a small clang and made her way to her sister. She stood behind Sam, looking past her to see Bailey dead, a knife sticking out of his eye. Sam turned to face Tara, they stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before giving each other an approving nod.

“You, okay?” Sam asked softly, her tone not matching what the both of them had just gone through.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Tara said tiredly with a humorless chuckle.

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As soon as they got back to the hospital Tara made her way to your room. After the fight, Chad and Mindy broke down the door, pouring in with a team of cops. Tara and Sam had been taken out of the theater, immediately being given medical treatment, both ended up needing stitches, Tara for her hand and Sam for her arm. They watched as the medics carried Gale out on a backboard, she had a pulse, but they were rushing her to surgery. While Tara was going to see you, Sam was going to be at Gale’s bedside, waiting for her to wake up.

Tara made her way through the hospital; she had run into Anika at a vending machine while she was getting a bag of chips for you. Tara sent Anika back down to the lobby to be with Mindy, telling her she’d bring you the chips. Anika had handed her the chips, mumbling a, good luck, before making her way to the elevator. Tara sighed once she was outside your room, rubbing her hands on her pants. She had made sure to clean up before coming back to the hospital, but she could still feel Ethan’s blood soaking into her hands.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before pushing down on the handle, opening the door to your hospital room. Tara’s eyes flicked up, her mouth open, an apology at the ready when she froze. You were out of bed. You were standing right beside the hospital bed with one hand lightly grazing the edge for balance. But you were out of bed. You were standing. Tara couldn’t be happy at seeing you standing on your own feet again because her eyes were too busy raking over your body.

You were in the process of putting on a shirt, you had your arm with a cast and your head in but were clearly struggling with the other arm. Tara’s eyes stopped, focusing on your stomach and your ribs. For once she wasn’t checking you out, she couldn’t take her eyes off the bruising. Both sides of your ribs and your stomach were painted black and blue. Tara brought a hand to her mouth, her eyes filling with tears, she had seen the baseball bat on the floor, she knew you had broken ribs, but she never imagined what lay under the hospital gown.

She must have let out a gasp or a sob, she wasn’t sure, but she did something that drew your attention. Your head quickly snapped to her. You clenched and unclenched your jaw, your eyes flicking from her face to the floor, you were mad at her. Tara knew you would be mad at her when she left, she knew you’d worry, she deserved your anger, but she didn’t regret her choice because it meant avenging you, it meant you were safe, and more importantly it meant making sure the person who did that to you would never do it again.

“Would you mind?” You asked softly, clenching your jaw, and looking at the floor as if you hated having to ask for her help.

Tara nodded quickly walking over to your side, tossing the bag of chips onto the table next to the bed. When she stood next to you, she got a better look at the injuries, some of the bruising was more purple and a dark red, wrapping around ribs towards your back. The front part of your body was a darker purple, dark shades of blue, looking almost black. Where the bruising ended, she could see the faintest impression of the bat. Her hand reached up, subconsciously wanting to touch the injury, wanting to hold and bring you comfort. She didn’t though, she kept her hand moving until it reached up, grabbing your shirt. She lifted your shirt, allowing you to maneuver, not without wincing, and get your other arm through the sleeve. Tara helped pull your shirt down, making sure not to touch the bruising that was now covered.

You gripped the sheet of the bed tighter, your eyes pinched shut as you let out slow breaths, wincing with each one. Tara held her hands up, ready to catch you if you started to fall but making sure not to touch you. She couldn’t take her eyes off your abdomen, now knowing what lied underneath your shirt. Out of the corner of her eye she saw you loosen your grip on the blanket, your body stretching as you stood taller. You slowly let go of the bed all together, making sure not to move to far from it, as you turned to fully face Tara. You didn’t say anything, Tara could feel your gaze burning into her until she slowly lifted her eyes to meet yours.

“I’m mad at you,” you whispered.

“I know,” she whispered back.

“Do you have any idea,” your voice cracked, your eyes filling with tears. “Any idea how worried I was?”

Tara nodded, a few of her own tears starting to fall. “I’m sorry,” it was her turn for her voice to crack. “I needed to make sure they’d never come after you again.”

“You could have gotten hurt. You could have gotten killed,” your voice went higher, making you quickly wince in pain.

“I know.” Tara looked into your eyes, seeing all the worry and love you held for her. She watched as your eyes scanned up and down her body, darting all around her face for any potential injuries. “I’m sorry,” she sniffled.

Y/N reached down, taking Tara’s bandaged hand into her own. “You did get hurt,” you whispered.

“Technically I did this one to myself,” Tara said with small smile, trying to lighten the mood, it didn’t work.

You continued to hold her hand, gently running her fingers over the bandage. Considering how her last Ghostface encounter went Tara would argue she came out above everyone this time. Sam got a slash on her arm from Quinn that she needed stiches for but that was it. Tara on the other hand only got a gash on her hand because she grabbed onto a piece of broken glass to kill Quinn with. If Tara had just used the knife she had, she wouldn’t have had any injuries, but in the moment, she was feeling quite theatrical, and the shard of glass just felt more dramatic.

You reached up, gently turning her head to the side to brush some hair behind her ear. “Are you okay?” you asked. She nodded, wiping at her eyes and nose. “Don’t ever do that again, okay?” You stared her down, until she nodded. “Not without me,” you whispered.

Tara let out a shaky breath, nodding again. “You weren’t exactly in a position to come with me,” she tried to joke, letting out a chuckle that turned into more of a sob.

She heard you let out a small laugh then a louder groan. “I told you, no laughing.”

“I’m sorry,” she said again through more laughter.

“Did you get them?” you asked, your voice getting quieter, almost hesitant.

“Yes,” she said seriously, making sure there was no questioning, that she knew for sure they were dead. “We got them all.”

“Who?” you whispered, if Tara wasn’t standing right next to you, she would have missed it.

“Detective Bailey, Quinn-”

“Shit,” you breathed out, cutting her off.

“And Ethan.”

Your eyes widened at that, first in shock, then scrunching up in confusion. “Ethan? Why?”

Tara ran a hand through her hair, letting out a long breath. “Apparently Ethan is Bailey’s son and Quinn’s brother.”

“Holy shit.”

“That’s not all.” Your eyes widened at that. “They were Richie’s family.” Tara dropped her gaze to the floor, ashamed that you really were attacked for knowing her. Tara and Sam killed Richie and Amber and then Richie’s family came after them as revenge. It was all Tara’s fault, if it wasn’t for her, you never would have been attacked.

“Hey,” you said softly, tilting her chin back up to make her look in your eyes again. “Come here.”

Tara wanted nothing more than to come closer to you, to hug you and never let you go but she didn’t. She stayed where she was, she didn’t want to hurt you. She didn’t want to cause you any more pain than she already had.

“Please come here,” you said again. “You can hug me, I want you to hug me, you just need to be gentle.” You looked at her with those puppy dog eyes that always made her cave. “Please, I could really use a hug.”

Tara slowly inched forward. She knew you really wanted to hug her, to comfort her. She knew that you were only saying you needed the hug because you knew she could never turn you down if you asked, saying you needed it, even if she knew it was a lie. That’s why Tara caved, making her way closer to you until she was standing close enough for you to wrap an arm around her. She stood still, letting her arms rest at her side as you wrapped your injured arm around her neck as well.

“A hug is meant to be a two-way thing,” you mumbled.

She slowly lifted her arms, bringing them around you, trying to make sure they were positioned high enough, so she didn’t hit any of your injuries. She felt you tense up and suck in a breath, it made her freeze. She was about to pull away, clearly giving you a hug was a bad idea, your ribs were all kind of messed up, you could barely put on a t-shirt, the last thing you needed was someone hugging you. Before she could pull away though you relaxed into her, your shoulders sagging with relief. The hug was a little awkward since Tara couldn’t press herself against you, she made sure her body wasn’t actually touching yours, keeping a couple inches between the two of you in case someone shifted slightly, she didn’t want any accidental touching, she didn’t want you in any more pain. Despite the awkwardness, Tara had to admit it felt nice. It was exactly what she needed.

You didn’t seem content with the distance though because you pulled her closer, burying her head in your shoulder. You let out a hiss as her body brushed against yours, but you quickly melted into her embrace again. Tara finally gave in, burrowing her head further into you as she clung to your shirt, afraid that if she stepped away, you’d disappear.

Tara wasn’t sure where it came from, but she let out a sob. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed into your shoulder, staining your freshly clean shirt with tears. You shushed her, starting to run your fingers through her hair. “I thought I lost you,” she rasped out.

“I’m here,” you whispered into her hair, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. “I’m right here. I’m okay.”

“I love you.” Tara gripped you tighter, inching her feet so they were touching yours. She was pushing herself as close to you as she could get without putting more pressure on your wounds. You made a mistake in asking for a hug from her because now she was never going to let you go.

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Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 4

Hello and welcome to the latest omega escort Steve! We get Nancy and Robin time and Steve goes through a bit of the dark side of his job.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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When Steve got into the limo that would take him and Nancy to the charity gala, she eyed him hungrily.

“You look nice tonight,” she said tightly. She chewed her bottom lip. “That’s a really good color on you.”

He smirked. “You did say that you were wearing gold tonight and jeweled tones always go well with metallic colors.”

Nancy nodded.

Steve turned away to look out the window, hiding a smile behind his fist.

The drive up to the gala was painfully awkward, but mainly because it seemed the usually sharp tongued Nancy Wheeler was at a loss for words.

Living well, really was the best revenge.

Nancy stepped out first and then she leaned into help Steve out of the car. He barely managed not to roll his eyes as he oozed out of the limo onto the red carpet.

He pulled his sunglasses out of his jacket pocket and put them on to shield against the flashing bulbs of the camera as they took picture after picture of Nancy and him arm and arm.

She waved to the crowd as he stood there looking pretty. Steve heard question after question about taking an escort instead of her husband. She just merely smiled and waved.

They got to the top of the stairs that led down to the ballroom without either of them saying a single word. To the reporters or each other.

“Steve...” Nancy said warningly. “Just remember what you’re here for.”

Steve looked over at her and smiled disarmingly. “To make you look good. I know. I am consummate professional, darling.”

She eyed up his outfit again. “Well that outfit reads professional slut.”

Steve kissed her cheek. “That’s because I am one and before you get uppity with me, princess, you’re the one that hired me.”

Nancy scowled.

He eyed her sidelong. “You know, for all your feminist brouhaha, you sure are anti-sex worker until you want to look good.”

Her jaw dropped. “I beg your pardon!”

“And if you keep going on like this,” Steve said menacingly. “I will put you on the black list and you’ll have actually drag poor Jonathan with you to these.”

Nancy went almost purple with rage, but before she could open her mouth, Steve whispered, “You may have bought me for the night, Nance, but I hold all the cards.”

Her color drained from her face and she nodded mutely. He patted her on the cheek and took a step down to the next step, forcing her to follow him or look awkward.

The rest of the night passed smoothly. Billy Hargrove, on the arm of some simpering female omega, avoided them like the plague. Which worked out for Steve, thank you very much.

Nancy had gone to the bathroom and Billy’s arm candy must have done the same because she was nowhere in sight.

Steve was by the buffet table trying not to gag about how long the food had been left out under this sweltering heat. But Nancy had told him to wait there, so waiting he was.

Billy was talking to Carol Perkins, his talk show host partner.

“I don’t know how you can stand it, Billy,” Carol was saying. “These escorts always smell too sweet to me. Like rotting fruit or some shit.”

Billy shrugged. “I happen to like it. Plus I like the fact that I can fuck them to oblivion and not get stuck with a bond or a pup for eighteen years.”

“You don’t want to settle down?” she asked and took a sip from her crystal wine glass.

Billy laughed. “Fuck no. I want to fuck around for as long as possible, no little housewife for this alpha.”

Carol hummed, but Steve could tell it was disapproving. As if she wasn’t the one that thrown Tommy off the second she found out he was infertile. It was why Tommy liked to hang off Billy’s arm. To throw it in his ex’s face that at least someone wanted him, even if it was just for sex.

Suddenly Nancy was pulling on Steve’s arm. “We’ve got to go. I’ve already talked to Vic and said our goodbyes.”

Steve bristled at that. He liked to personally say goodbye to the host. It was part of his charm.

“What’s the rush?” he hissed as she tugged on his arm and started pushing him toward the door.

“Jonathan texted me while I was in the bathroom,” she murmured, keeping her head down and her voice low.

“Is he all right?” he asked. Because holy shit, Jonathan never, Steve means never texts while Nancy is at an event with Steve. Steve is pretty sure he hates it as much as Steve does.

She pulled out her phone and showed it to him. “He just sent me this picture.”

Steve squinted at the ugly plastic rod before he realized what it was and what the double red line meant.

“He’s–” she put her hand over his mouth.

“Not here,” she hissed. “This place is filled with reporters. I want to be the one that announces it and not just read it in the morning edition.”

Steve nodded and followed her out, clutching his stomach as he complained about it hurting.

When they got out to the limo Nancy huffed.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she groused.

“That food looked disgusting,” Steve murmured. “I was doing the whole party a favor, doll.”

“Uh-huh,” she said crossing her arms, “and that totally had nothing to do with the fact you were throwing people off the scent on why we were leaving?”

Steve batted his eyelashes at her. “I don’t know what you mean, Nance.”

Nancy huffed again. “The hell you don’t.” She chewed on her lip for a moment. “Put me on your black list. Say I got you food poisoning and was a bitch and I’ll start bringing Jonathan to these things like a proper alpha should have been doing all along.”

Steve nodded. Even though it was only half true, it would be the right spin for both of them. Steve would never have to go out with her again, and Jonathan would get his alpha back.

“Deal.”

They shook on it and immediately as soon as he was out of the car, he called Robin.

“Bobbie,” he giggled, “you’ll never guess what happened tonight!”

*

Steve cackled with delight as he regaled Robin with the stories of his night, because of course she came over immediately after he called her.

“That is hilarious!” she agreed when he was done. “Jonathan must be over the moon.”

“I’m happy for them both,” Steve agreed. “That means no more awkward pseudo dates with a bitter ex.”

Robin slapped him lightly. “You’re more excited for that than that they’re having a pup.”

Steve shrugged. “Sorry, can’t be happy for something that’s never going to happen to me.”

She sighed. “Yeah, but aren’t you a little,” she held up her finger and her thumb really close together, “teeny tiny bit happy for them?”

He sighed back. “I don’t know, Robs. I guess I can be happy for him, but don’t make me pretend to be happy for her.”

Robin cocked her head to the side. “Yeah, that’s fair. Being happy for your ex is too much to ask for.”

He waved his hand at her. “Thank you! Jeez.”

“At least you’ll be plenty rested for the threesome tomorrow,” she added with a grin.

Steve threw the sofa pillow at her, causing her to laugh out loud so hard she fell to the floor with a thump.

Robin got back on the sofa still laughing hysterically.

“They’re nice enough, I guess,” Steve groused. “I’m not really looking for it to it, if I’m honest.”

She settled down to a fond smile. “What package did they ask for?”

“The housewife,” Steve said with an eye roll. “Which might be their only strike against them. but it is a rather large one. They could have had any play scenario and they chose the worst one.”

Robin smacked his shoulder. “Just because you prefer the Dom over the housewife doesn’t mean everyone does.”

“At least with the Dom,” Steve said, “I get to show up in that tight leather number and crack a whip. But with the housewife it’s all polos and khakis and fake smiles.”

Robin grimaced. “Like you care about the polos and khakis, you love that shit.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“I love the clothes. I don’t love the attitude behind the clothes.”

“Ah.”

The attitude that a housewife is preppy and sweet. As opposed to a real housewife, frazzled in sweat clothes and grumpy as hell.

“It’s the most popular play option for a reason, Steve,” she said sternly.

Steve sighed dramatically. “I know it is. But I want something fun. International spies. Hookup at the bar. Strip club tease. Anything would be better than housewife.”

“But you love everything goes with the housewife play,” Robin pressed. “The cooking, the clothes; hell even the little apron so what’s got you so around the twist?”

Steve leapt to his feet and ran his hands through his hair. “Because I’ll never get to do it for real.”

Robin’s shoulders slumped. “Oh, Stevie.”

“Every time someone wants to buy my contract did you know it gets sent to me first?” he huffed.

Robin opened her mouth and the closed it. “Oh, well. Um...sort of?” she hedged. “I mean always assumed they were going somewhere else because there is no way you’ve only had two people offering to buy out your contract.”

“They only get sent to you if I think there is something to them,” Steve said, beginning to pace.

“Ah ha.”

“But the other five I’ve gotten have all been for concubine duties only,” he snarled. “Someone for the alpha to fuck when their omega is pregnant, nursing, or on vacation or some shit.”

Robin winced. “Those are barely even legal outside the US.”

“No one wants to buy an infertile omega to be their mate, Robs,” he said. “Nursemaid, concubine, slave. The glory of owning a Starcourt escort. The prestige. The privilege. Not because they love me or because they want to be with me.”

He sank to a crouch and buried his head in his hands. “All I wanted growing up was to be an escort, flying around the world, eating the best food, drinking the best alcohol, in the finest threads, but now that I have that, all I want is to be someone’s mate and housewife. How messed up is that?”

Robin approached him slowly and gently took his head her hands. “It’s called growing up, Stevie. It means your priorities shifted and that’s okay. You’re allowed to yearn for something you’ll never have. It’s part of the human condition.”

Steve launched himself at her and buried himself in her neck. Robin pulled him onto her lap and stroked his hair.

It would be a while before they got back to their show, but for now she just held her best friend as he wished for another life.

****

Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17

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Pick up your phone!

paring : toxic!ellie x toxic!reader

warnings : Mention of weed, alcohol. Ellie’s punishment with sex. Mention of nudes. Oral (e!receiving), fingering (r!reveiving). Language, nicknames such as : slut, doll, angel, baby, bitch, motherfocker (and others). mention of yn like twice. Mention of cheating and lying and many other bad things 😅. Ellie and reader are NOT healthy, do not romanticize their relationship, its fucked up. Porn w out plot? (kinda). Both reader and ellie are mean and does fucked up shit. 18+

summary : You wait Ellie again. she’s late for 4 hours and she wants to make it up to you. But you didn’t want to fall in her arms this time- which you obviously lost at trying to do. Ellie’s mad and has a punishment for you when she was in the wrong, and you had every right to be mad at her.

kinda a scrap this is bad 🙏

short asf

you :

00:12 - Ellie, where are you?

00:34 - Ellie istg answer me!!

1:02 - c’mon you said you’d come over today

Els 🖕🏻:

1:55 - im omw

1:57 - dont bother.

2:01 - im sorry im late

2:01 - you’re always sorry, dont come home and go fuck one of your stupid fangirls

2:02 - im coming over

2:02 - i said no

2:03 - c’mon lemme make it up to you 💋

2:05 - im gonna block you

2:32 - yn? !message not delivered!

“fuck” Ellie mumbled under her breath, going out of the studio and jumps in her Truck. going over speed’s limit and then knocking hard enough on your apartment to wake up everyone else in the combo.

you get up from your bed, unable to sleep due to waiting for her all night.

you open your door and when you see Ellie standing in front of it, smelling weed and alcohol, you know she wasn’t gonna be easy to deal with tonight.

“Ellie go home, its 3 in the morning…”

“cmon let me in baby” she said in a whisper, almost sounding like a whine.

You and Ellie’s relationship was complicated- that was what you were saying to your friends, because the amount of time you two broke up, that she cheated on you, that you would expose her nudes on internet, that she would sleep with a stranger just to piss you off and somehow you’d still let her come back in your arms- as she did the same with you. you would do shitty things as well, like saying to all of her fans that the concert was cancelled or that it changed location. you could also post on twitter her worse secrets when you learned that she cheated on you. you’d also make up lies about some random stuff just to get a revenge out of her.

but mostly she would just fuck up your trust for her like coming home 4 hours later or cheating on the infinite amount of girls. she’d also love bomb you to get you back and then would disappear for weeks. she also showed all of her band’s member the sextape she got of you- and you knew after Dina, the base player told it to you. You and ellie would randomly call eachothers- especially when she or you were under something, most likely weed or alcohol but sometimes something else. It wasnt rare that you would make her jealous and posting a story of you and a girl on instagram and she’d come over to fuck you dumb. only to wake up alone in the bed.

“ellie please i just wanna sleep tonight, no fight.”

“and please i just wanna say sorry, no fight.” Ellie answered, thinking she was a smart girl for this one

you rolled your eyes.

“are you even able to walk?” you asked her, seeing her flushed cheeks and her eyes red like hell

“of course i am baby, im okay.. please let me just make it up to you im so sorry im late”

“no youre not! because you wouldve told me you’d come home late or you wouldve just told me that you were busy!!!”

“im so sorry..” she says in a childish tone, just as if she was mocking you for being so mad.

“fuck off els”

Ellie rolled her eyes and made her way inside, taking steps closer to you.

“dont talk to me like that.” Ellie says, looking right into your eyes- mood changing suddenly, she didnt get the answer she wanted.

“you dont show up 4 hours late, bitch”

Ellie’s jaw tightened and she looked at you furiously

“tell me you just wanted to fuck me Ellie.”

“dont you ever call me ‘bitch’ again.”

“or what? you’re gonna leave? that already happened, i can survive it.”

“nah.. im gonna give you a lesson.”

“the fuck you mean?”

“get on your knees” Ellie said, tone demanding.

“i wont do shit you ask me to do Ellie.” you say scared of what she’s gonna ask you to do. you have some suspicions, but your mind is overthinking about so many possibilities.

Ellie puts her hands on your shoulders and force you to get you on your knees. She looks at you from down and she takes off her pants along with her boxers.

“you know what to do now.” Ellie tells you, intertwining her fingers with your hair, pulling you closer to her pussy. You start to give her short licks, obviously nothing enough for her.

“I swear to god you motherfucker if you dont do what-“

Ellie started but got cut off with one of her whines by you sucking her clit like your life depended on it. Your knees hurts, but her grip in your hair is too strong for you to move. your holding her by the thighs, moaning against her cunt by how good she tastes. obviously pussydrunk by her. and the perfect little grunts she would make made you so fucking wet. her hips would be jerking against your face, riding your tongue the best she could to chase your high. Ellie would never tell you, but you ever were the only one to make her cum. she knew that it would make your ego so much too high if she told you that on countless girls you were the only one able to please her. you know her sweet spots and she wasnt scared to be vulnerable with you. she always was. and you always were too.

“Fuck- fuck.. just like that, yeah”

her grunts would turn into whines and her whines into small moans. Ellie wasnt that much of a loud girl, but you knew if she was vocal- it was good. it made you laugh, sending vibrations through her clit.

“Im gonna- fuckkk!!” she moans out as she cums in your mouth. you still suck her clit as she rides your tongue for her high to be longer.

you get up from your knees and ellie kisses you, tasting herself on your tongue. the kiss turns rapidly messy and rough. Ellie would hold you by the hips, directing you by the bed. as soon as you touched the bed, she made you lay down on it and she got on top of you, still making out with you. her kisses got on your jaw until your neck. she then took a pause to look at you. you were eye doying her- she would always win. you were her little slut.

“only needed my” puts a finger into your core “fingers to shut that attitude huh?”

she takes off your shirt- which you were braless under it. peaking already your tits, ellie titled her head, smirking

“you got ready for me, doll?”

you nodded, wanting more of her.

“nuh huh, words baby, i want words.” she told you as the sucked one of your nipples as one of her hand was massaging the other breast. as her other hand was working on your clit to make you feel sooo good.

“j-just for you els!” you obey to her request, only wanting her to go faster.

“faster el- faster!!” you try to manage to tell her.

“faster huh?” Ellie says as she just slows her pace of her fingers brushing against that sweet spot of yours.

“please ellie!!” you beg for her to go faster as she just slows down again and again.

“i didnt say you’d get a good time Baby, this is your punishment, as deserved.”

“please.. ill be good Ellie- never gonna be m-mean with you ever” you faked promised her, just needed to tell her whatever she wanted to hear.

“yeah? you’d do this for me, angel?” Ellie asks as shes at only one finger, completely ruining you. completely making you cry for more- needing more.

“id do anything- just please fuck me ellie, fuck me.”

-

2 days after this huge mistake. You and Ellie started to do this kind of thing all the time. She’d piss you off, you’d be mad, she’d become madder for something she made you mad at- and would finish as sex. the only way you two did work out with.

she made you feel so good and you made her feel better.

This was unhealthy, but she was so addictive.

she’d come home in the middle of the night- wouldnt care if you were deep asleep or had a party- she’d take care of that pussy no matter what. Her songs would be about you two relationships.

Everyone liked it.

and you were happy you had such a big impact that she wrote- and sang about you.

But she didnt see you that pretty- you were her fucking toy.

14:01 : why the fuck did you say that i was toxic in your song?

15:56 : because you are.

15:59 : fuck you els

16:01 : you wish <3

16:01 : you’re the toxic one in our relationship

16:30 : 💀💀 hell nah

16:31 : Ellie how many times did you cheat on me?

17:23 : babe, we were on break how many times do i get to tell you that?

17:23 : anyways i gtg ill see you tonight ;)

She wasnt easy and you werent either.

but whatever, she has become way more famous than ever.

she’d send you those pictures before a show, trying to make you come to one (which you did but didnt tell her).

“does that feel good els?” you say as your face was in between her thighs, on your knees just like how she loved you like that.

“fuck babe dont stop!!” Ellie would tell you into a soft tone, not so much like that little ‘dominant’ cover she’s making everyone believe she was. she was always the one screaming your name over and over.

she then would make you see heaven with her cock filling you up, camera in one hand and the other one on your breast. She’d look at it all the time, rolling circles on her clit whenever she missed you and you blocked her so she couldnt ask you for any nudes- she has better, she could literally see you in action getting fucked by her.

she loved you, that was why she was so fucked up at showing it.

and you just were getting revenge for how she made you feel.

But in a way you two belonged together.

But she’d still use you for your amazing body and how good your tongue felt against her cunt.

you were her little stress reliever. (you’d let her do whatever she wanted to you- you’d just never tell her that)

request are open 💋

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DD part 5

Fem Reader x Miguel O'Hara who is your Uber Driver

Synopsis- fem reader drinks too much and the bartender calls a random Uber for her which happens to be Miguel O'Hara himself. Her friends suck and ditch her. There's a lot of tension on the ride home...

Chapters: Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3 1, Part 3 2 , Part 4

T/W: 18+ only, minors DNI, some sexual fantasizing/arousal/tension, danger, insecurity, blood, cleaning wounds, age gap (reader 26, Miguel 34), inspired by the original comic

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Aladdin and Jasmine vibes! I can show you the world... 😏😏🌎 Or Edward Cullen coded! (Hold on tight spider monkey 🕷️)this one took me forever to finally sit down and do. Hope you enjoy 🖤 thanks as always for the support 🖤

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You looked like you had seen a ghost as you just stared at Miguel on your doorstep, mouth agape, clutching your blanket like you were clutching pearls.

The corner of Miguel's lip twitched up a little bit when he saw your messy bun and blanket cape hanging off your shoulders.

"Can I come in? I'll explain everything..."

"What the hell happened to you, Miguel?"

Your eyes rake over him with worry as he steps inside your small apartment, the view of his wounds becoming more evident.

"You look like you've been in war or something..."

Miguel makes a tiny scoff at that.

"Not quite, but it's a long story..."

Your eyebrows raise.

"You didn't answer my calls or texts."

"I know, and I'm so so sorry."

"Your eyes..." You narrow your eyes as you look up into his new crimson irises, feeling the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

"Who are you? My Miguel has brown eyes..." you back up and gasp when you hit the wall.

Miguel keeps stepping closer to you but moves his hands in the surrender position. His eyes start to plead once more.

"Baby, it's me....it's still Miguel, something happened to me at work. It's a long story but, I had an accident with one of the gene altering machines and it changed a few things about me. But it's still me baby. I'm still your boyfriend and if you let me, I'll explain everything..."

Your eyes widen with horror when you notice sharp talons protruding from his fingertips and the two more prominent canines in the front of his mouth as he speaks.

You loosen the tension in your body a little bit, but can't shake the unsettling feeling lingering in your chest at this new version of himself standing before you.

"I'm scared, Miguel."

Miguel whispers, "You don't need to be, I'm still me, I'm-"

He catches a glimpse of himself in your hallway mirror. He pauses and looks at himself, examining his talons, fangs, and noticing his crimson eye color for the first time. His jaw tenses, eyes closed, trying to fight back the tears of frustration he can feel starting to gather behind his eyelids.

You feel a rush of guilt at your reaction at first and go to touch his shoulder, but you notice a large cut on his right arm that's started to ooze a little bit.

You jump into caretaker mode. "Just go sit on the couch, let me see if I have something for that."

Miguel gave you a feeble nod and sauntered into the living room, plopping himself on the couch, rubbing his face with the heel of his palm. The beaded sweat on his brow mixing with some of the wetness from his eyes.

He was still shirtless and seemingly unphased by the fact that the laceration on his right arm had started to bleed a little more. His mind was racing, trying to wrap itself around these seemingly small, yet drastic changes in his appearance.

He was still extremely handsome. But he wasn't expecting his eye color to change. That part bothered him the most. It was the trait he got from his mother, and the part of him he shared with his brother and his daughter. Now, he felt strange, alien. It felt so personal, almost like now he was occupying the body of someone else. He quietly swore revenge on the bastards that did this to him: Tyler Stone and Aaron Delgado.

He zoned out while sitting on your couch, as though at any time he was expecting to be ripped out of this trance, awoken from this nightmare he seemed to find himself in.

You dart to your bathroom and dig underneath your sink. Makeup products, shampoo bottles, hygiene products, hair scrunchies, and old random medications being tossed aside on the floor in your frantic search. Then you finally find your first aid kit.

You place the kit on your coffee table and help Miguel wash off the cuts on his arms with some water, dabbing the excess blood away with gauze pads and applying some Neosporin and fresh bandages on top.

He watched your face as you worked and took care of him, how your eyes narrowed in concentration, and how you held your breath as you dabbed at his open wounds, trying your best not to hurt him.

He couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for you. He had braced himself for you possibly cussing him out and turning him away, still upset with him for ignoring your calls and texts and leaving you stranded on what was supposed to be a meaningful second date that you had put so much thought into. But, here you were cleaning him up, being so patient with him and concerned with his well-being.

While you helped patch him up, he told you everything. He explained the superhuman project that Tyler put him in charge of and how the young test subject died under his watch and how she haunted his dreams. He realized that he couldn't continue and tried to hand in his resignation, but then Tyler and Aaron pulled the ultimate betrayal and tried to kill him in the process. He described his newfound powers to you, your eyes growing wider and wider at the incredulousness of the whole story. You felt like you were looking down at yourself as if you were in a movie.

These things don't happen...

But, you listened earnestly, eager to show Miguel that despite him letting you down, you were willing to hear him out and do whatever you could to help him. But, the situation seemed to become more and more precarious than you originally thought as he recounted it to you.

You sat in silence for a few moments after he told you everything, trying to let the information sink in and digest it fully. A sick feeling appeared in your stomach when you realized,

"Am I in danger, Miguel? Do you think your boss would come after me for being your girlfriend?"

Miguel took a deep breath. "That's the part I don't know for sure. The news reported that I was dead, but I know Tyler. He's not foolish. He's smart and he doesn't do things half assed or leave business unfinished. He'll more than likely try and come after you or me, or anyone we know. That's why I need to try and convince my brother Gabriel to take Gabi and my mother out of state. I would've gone there first, but I couldn't live with myself if they hurt Gabi. This will only be just for a few days until I can make sure they're off my back."

He envelopes your hands in his.

"And in the meantime, I'll stay with you as long as I need to make sure you're safe. I know by me being here I put you in harm's way. But I won't let them harm you. Not as long as I'm breathing.." he wipes a tear that escaped the corner of your eye, his heart wrenching at the fact that he put you in this situation himself.

You can't speak right away, so you simply nod slowly, the seriousness of the situation settling in your stomach and flooding it with dread. "If you say so. I know when you broke your last promise to me, that you didn't break it on purpose... But I can't help but feel like I'm gonna lose you. What if something happens to you or me?" your lip trembles.

Miguel's gaze saddens and he squeezes your hands, scooting closer so both of his knees are touching yours.

"I'm not going to let it happen. I'll stay with you all night and all week if I need to." He presses a kiss into your forehead with a small smile. "Why don't we have a redo of our movie night I missed?"

He earns a small smile from you in response, and after holding him for a few moments, you let him change into a spare hoodie and sweatpants your brother left behind when he visited a few months back. He borrowed your phone and called Conchata and Gabe, pacing in your kitchen. You were able to catch some of Conchata's distressed voice on the other line, half scolding and half crying.

"You had me worried sick! I turn on the news and I see your bloody shirt plastered on the front of the TV! My son is trying to put me in the crazy house, ay dios mio...."

You felt your heart break a little bit when you heard the small voice of Gabi on the other line, sobbing because she missed her papa and wanted him to come home, and Miguel's gentle parenting side come through as he spoke to her in a soft soothing voice.

"I know, Bumblebee...some stuff came up at work and Papa needs to take care of it. Just for a little longer. And then I'll come home as soon as I can, I promise. Abuela and Tio have a fun trip planned for you. Can you be good for them and take care of them until Papa gets home?"

A small tearful yes came from the other line and Miguel felt a lump in his throat.

"I love you to the stars, mija."

He spoke to Gabe last and calmly instructed him to take his family out of state, anywhere as long as it was far away until he could be sure Tyler and law enforcement weren't still on his trail and targeting anyone he knew.

"Alright bro...I'll see what I can do...but bro, mom's freaking out. Don't ever do that shit to me again. I thought I was gonna have to take her to the hospital, she's been driving me up the wall. And Gabi... Gabi's a mess, man. I was thinking we'd go..."

"Don't tell me where you're going," Miguel hissed. "I don't know who might be listening to our conversation. Just get out as soon as you can, please."

"Bro, it's literally 9 pm..."

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just get my emergency credit card from Gabi's backpack and pay for the whole thing. I'll take care of it."

"Say no more, I'll take them tonight."

Miguel rolled his eyes a little bit but sighed with gratitude. "I owe you big time."

"Yeah, yeah, thank me later. Just don't get killed and don't get reported missing or dead on the news again, kay?"

After Gabe hung up, he told Gabi they were going to take her on a surprise trip to Boston to try and get her excited and ease her mind about being away from her dad for so long.

Gabi perked up a little bit, wiping her tears as she eagerly went to pack her bag up with her favorite squishmallows. Conchata started to cuss again, but quieted down when Gabriel mentioned he'd give her a spa day in Boston, courtesy of Miguel's Platinum American Express.

Miguel set your phone down on the counter with a sigh and came over to you, taking you in his arms and you leaning against his broad chest once more, letting all tension in your body go.

"You okay?" Miguel kisses your forehead.

You don't say a word but nod into his chest, and he gives a small chuckle.

"Do you wanna go on an adventure?" He asks in a soft voice.

You pull your head away for a moment and look up at him with an arched brow. "What do you mean?"

"I wanna show you the city. But not in the way you'd think." He smiles at you, excited. "You're gonna see what it's like to be me. Show you a bit of what it's like to swing from buildings and see everything from a bird's eye view."

You scoff a bit and it turns into a laugh. "You're not serious."

"I am." He takes your hands in his, rubbing the back of them with his thumbs. "Do you trust me?"

Your smile fades slowly as you gaze into his eyes. There's not a shred of dishonesty in them.

"Yes, I do." You say softly.

He pulls you in and plants another kiss on your forehead. "You'll want to wear something warm. It gets breezy."

You raise your eyebrows but take his advice and go into your room and change into his black hoodie from the first night you met. When you come back out, he beams at you.

"You kept it! It looks so much better on you..." Miguel feels a rush of desire at the sight of you wearing his clothes and hopes the lust doesn't become too obvious as he looks you up and down.

Your face heats up. "Thank you..."

"Of course," he says quietly, taking you by the hand.

You two go outside onto your small patio and he looks down at you with a smile.

"You ready? You're gonna have to hold on tight."

Your teeth chatter a little bit from the wind chill and you nod, standing on your tiptoes, locking your arms around his neck.

Miguel smirks a little bit. "You'll have to get closer than that."

In one fluid motion, he bends down, grabbing the back of your thighs and picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You gasp as you become eye level with him, straddling him with your legs and arms. The heat and tension between you two suddenly being dialed up ten notches.

Miguel goes breathless for a moment, staring at your lips. His mouth opens slightly and he tightens his grip on your thighs, wanting to just take you right then and there. He swallows after a moment and clears his throat, desperately trying to refocus his mind on the city below him to stifle his emerging hard on.

"Just hold on tight, let me know if you want me to stop." He says gently to you.

You let out a high pitched screech which stalls in your throat as he shoots a red web onto the top of the neighboring building behind you and suddenly the cold air is assaulting your face, rendering you speechless as the city below you zips past at a dizzying pace and Miguel lands on top of the target, jolting you slightly and you scrambling to retighten your grip around his body.

Miguel looks down at you and giggles. "You doing alright, amor? The first one is the scariest."

You pant, out of breath, your eyes darting around you, your brain struggling to register the unbelievable event that just took place. The smog of the city hung in a thick layer along the cityscape, just barely masking the faint light of the waxing gibbous moon.

The night lights and obnoxious billboards of Brooklyn are suddenly at your level as you marvel at the bird's eye view, the hum of traffic, faint yells from disgruntled citizens, and distant sirens vibrating in the distance, a soft stream of snowflakes begin to fall from the grey clouds above.

"It's... incredible." Your breath hangs in the air from the cold. "What is that shooting from your arm?" You look at him in disbelief.

"They're webs." Miguel smiles. "My DNA was spliced with a spider, and so now I've inherited spider-like abilities, including webbing."

You smile and shake your head, in awe of him as his handsome face looks back at yours.

"This...doesn't feel real."

Miguel smiles and leans in, whispering in your ear. "But it is. Better hold on tight again."

You squinch your eyes shut and brace yourself and suddenly you're being catapulted, again and again as you swing from building to building, the outline of the Manhattan borough across the south end of the East River coming closer and closer into view.

Finally, you two stop at the top of the J Condominium, a tall skyscraper just at the river's edge, the view of Manhattan directly across the fridgid dark water dividing the two boroughs. Miguel gently lets you down, and your jaw falls open as you walk a little closer to the end of the building.

**photo taken by Chris Stevens-Yu retrieved from Google, the view from the top of the J Condominium building in Brooklyn, imagine covered with a thin layer of snow in December**

"Careful!" Miguel's arm reached out, a red web attaching itself to the back of your hoodie, yanking you sharply backwards and flipping you around, knocking the wind out of you as you collide into his chest.

Miguel barely budges, his muscular frame unphased as you gasp and wheeze for a moment.

"Sorry, amor. You need to watch your footing," he teases, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

After you catch your breath, you sigh, looking up at him a little miffed. "That hurt."

The corner of Miguel's mouth raises a little, still looking down at you. "Sorry."

"I hate you." you whisper sarcastically, slowly finding yourself growing weak as he doesn't break his gaze from you.

"That's too bad," he mutters.

He can't hold back anymore and takes your face in his hands, pressing his soft lips tenderly against yours. Electricity sparks and and kissing this man is suddenly the only thing you want to do for the rest of your life. All you know is the way he slowly begins opening his mouth against yours, scooping your lips in between his, you're melting.

You inhale sharply and run your fingers through the back of his hair. He mumbles your name into your mouth and holds you tight against his body as his hands make their way all across your back, squeezing your ass, feeling you and touching you as though the warmth from your body is responsible for the oxygen being drained from his lungs as he kisses you ardently.

And so, you shared your first kiss with Miguel against the New York City skyline. Two souls meshing into one as the world around you ceased to exist. The concept of time crumbling away as you felt yourself sinking into him deeper and deeper. The flames between you two fanning into a wildfire, setting your hearts ablaze, and your lives alight as you knew it. You wanted to burn this moment into your memory for as long as you could.

He moans softly and pulls away for air for a moment, keeping one hand on the small of your back, and one on the side of your neck, his minty breath tickling your nose.

"I'm in love with you..." he whispers gently, pressing his forehead against yours. His crimson eyes silently pleading with you that the only words to leave your mouth next are the reciprocation of his love.

But, as soon as those tender words hit your eardrums, a surge of bliss flows through your whole body as though you've never been so sure of something in your whole life.

"I'm in love with you too..." you whisper, your palms caressing his face.

He breathes a sigh of relief.

"I'm the happiest man alive right now..." his eyes coat with a thin layer of tears, and he catches your lips against his once more.

Your mind can only think of one thing as you continue to kiss him passionately into the night. You're hopelessly in love with Miguel O'Hara, and this is only the beginning.

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That same night, miles away.

A black, unmarked suburban lays in quiet, menacing wait in the shadows across the street from your apartment complex, a tall, burly man with curly brown hair in the driver's seat.

Tyler Stone is seated in the passenger side and takes a long drag from his cigar, his face still splotched purple from his beating. He scowls at Aaron in the backseat seated next to another brawny accomplice, and rips the pair of binoculars out of his hands with Aaron whimpering quietly in response.

"They're not even home, you goddamn idiot." Tyler growled.

Aaron gives a small groan. "How much longer, boss?"

Tyler exhales, a dark cloud of smoke hot boxing the inside of the dark vehicle.

"As soon as he leaves the little broad by herself. "

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Part 6

#Spotify #miguel o'hara #miguel atsv #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara #across the spiderverse #fanfic #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara smut

[viaoverthemoon]

Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 pt1

Welcome back, Beloved Reader!

IT'S BEEN MONTHS WTFFFFF

Y'all im so sorryyyyy ahhhhh 😭😭 godd where have i been

I'm not even gonna talk your ears off, let's just get right into it!

Somehow, we need to figure out a way to expose the king and make him pay for what he did! But how...? Lady Ada shows her face again! What could she possibly have to say now?!

Let us continue!

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Medeival!Leon Kennedy X Fem!Reader

Summary: Now knowing the truth, you, Leon, and his personal guard Chris, begin to create a plan to expose the King and Lady Ada Wong to the court in front of the Queen.

Cw: Just fluff and confrontation

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

Enjoy! <3

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The feeling of guilt in a person never truly leaves. No matter how the situation may be resolved.

You've seemed to learn that the hard way.

Your eyes never stray from Leon's form as he and Chris shoot ideas back and forth on how to get Lady Ada out of your lives.

Following the horrifying reveal of why Leon had bed Lady Ada, you called for the only other person who knew of the events that took place that night.

Chris had arrived in minutes, relieved that someone he could trust shared the same secret as them.

At first, you'd been very vocal during the conversation. It seemed as if you wanted revenge more than anyone else.

But as the talking went on, you'd fallen silent, staring at Leon as he rebuttals every idea Chris spits out. You watch as his hands wring, his mind deep in thought as he murmurs every answer.

Even though his expression seemed neutral, you could tell he was fearful of messing this up.

One mistake had the potential to cost all of them their heads, a risk he certainly was not willing to take.

Your hand moves underneath the table, reaching to hold his.

He notices your hand instantly, offering a smile of appreciation before flipping his own to hold onto yours. "Chris, let's give this a break."

Taking note of the change of atmosphere in the room, Chris gives a low bow and a small 'Your highness' before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him.

Now alone, Leon frees his hand to stroke your cheek. "Are you alright?"

You reach up, taking his hand in yours and locking them together, bringing them to your lips. "I'm okay."

He gives you a look. "You don't seem okay."

You ignore him, watching as he takes your intertwined hands and puts them in his lap. "I should be asking you that question, highness."

Leon's face contorts into one of un-comfortability. "You've never called me that before... What plagues your mind, y/n?"

It's your turn to become uncomfortable. You squirm as he watches you, suddenly becoming bashful under his full attention.

"I'm... worried. Leon, even if we do somehow manage to expose the king, what else could we do?" A look of despair crosses your features as your hope dwindles. "He's the king. There's very little we can do to... de-throne him.."

Leon remains quiet, his jaw tight as he absorbs your words. His silence heightens your anxiety. You reach out your hand, holding his warm cheek. "If he tries to retaliate-"

Leon reaches up, placing his hand on top of yours and gripping it with a reassuring strength. "He won't."

Your blurry eyes meet his blazing ones, his body giving off a determined aura. "I'll die before he hurts you."

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You're no fool.

It has become increasingly obvious that the servants have noticed the restoration of your and Leon's relationship.

Every time you pass a group of gossiping staff, they all suddenly go quiet and bow before running away.

And as an even bigger sign that everyone knows you've forgiven your betrothed, a knock sounds at your door.

Not knowing who could possibly need you at this late hour, you were quick to hide the pen and scrap of paper you were using, ungracefully shoving them into your vanity drawer before speaking.

"Enter."

Turning toward the doors when they opened, you staggered backward.

The last person you'd expected to come to your chambers, especially after your last encounter, was Lady Ada.

Unaffected by your obvious surprise, Lady Ada curtsied before you. "Your highness."

You recovered quickly, straightening your back and getting to the point. "Lady Ada... To what do I owe the pleasure?"

The red maiden stands fully, immediately dropping her facade and crossing her arms, an amused look on her face. "Let us skip the pleasantries, Your Grace. You know... don't you?"

You grunt but keep your expression mutual. "I've no clue what you are talking about."

"There's no point in acting clueless. You know what the king forced between me and Leon." You feel your pulse rise when she discards the use of Leon's title.

"Mind your tongue-"

"No, I don't think I will."

Your teeth clench, your fists balling as you attempt to reign in your anger. "You forget your place, Lady Ada."

"Actually, I think I remember it quite well," The Lady stalks closer, slowly invading your space until she stands over you. "It is you who forgets my place, princess."

"Excuse me-"

"You heard me." She leans over you, pressing her body against yours. "You may expose His Majesty, but what after that? You want to ruin me? Destroy my reputation? Well, you can try pretty princess, but you will not get far."

You clench your jaw, defiantly looking up at her as she whispers her words, "What exactly are you hoping to accomplish? Please, do tell. I'm very curious."

"I'd rather gamble my last breath than tell you anything I intend to do."

A thick silence falls over the room. The electricity between the two of you emotionally taxing, but you refuse to give in. You'd failed to save the love of your life once.

You will not fail again.

Eventually, Lady Ada sighs before stepping away. "Oh well. Forcing you to tell me what you are planning would annoy me more than help me." She backed away, a condescending smirk on her red lips. "Try as you might, a spoiled little princess like you isn't significant enough to bring down the King."

She reached for the door handle, muttering one last sentence before leaving,

"We'll see who fate picks tomorrow."

The doors to your chamber shut behind her retreating figure.

You finally release the breath you'd been holding.

Tomorrow.

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Ughhh this was way too short :( But it's only part 1 of this chapter. More to come, promise!!

I feel sooo bad that this took as long as it did ;-; I swear, i had no intitnton of taking this long of a break. College was just a little harder than I though it would be 😭

But now im on break fora week and have pretty good motivation. So we'll see how many posts I can squeeze out!

How will part 2 go? Will the group be successful in exposing the king? Who were you writing to? What exactly is Lady Ada's real role in all this?

Thank you for your patience!

See you next part!

-Via💕

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[stories4thepack]

Revenge is so sweet (part 4)

Wednesday Addams x reader

Warning: wolfing out, blood, violence, assault, description of gore (not too much) and other stuff!

Everything hurts

That’s all you can focus on, how each crack of your bones sends an explosion of pain throughout your body.

Your nails grow, curve, dig into the wooden floor you have fallen onto. You feel taller, stronger as your back arches and tears through your shirt.

When you finally look up, look past the pain blinding you, the boys meet your gaze. A grin grows across your face as your wolf features take over, they scream as you howl, throwing your head and paws into the air as everyone around you flees the building. All except them

And they are all you can see

You large paws hit the floor again, mane flowing along your back almost glowing scarlet with your fury.

Enid screams your name, begs you to stop but Wednesday stands there, almost in shock at the fact that your trigger………..was her

You pounce, forcing one of the boys into the ground, claws tearing at his clothes and digging into his flesh. Blood flowed over your paws, his screams were drowned out by the need for revenge. You grab the boys arm in you jaw, canines biting deep into his flesh. You waits until you heard his bones break in a satisfying snap before you threw his arm back down.

Your head snaps to the other boys as they begin to run to the exit, a growl breaks through your body. You slowly get up from the limp boy, ignoring his quiet whimper as you stalked the other two Normies.

They reach the door, desperately ripping it open and scrabbling over each other to escape. Until one grabs the back of the others hoodie, throwing him to the floor, right at your paws. He screams as you look down, lurching forward to bite off his face

Until you bite into something else, immediately you lurch away, suddenly aware of the scent of your crush. You give the girl a whimper as you look at her face and slowly loom down at her arm, which she had placed above the boy. Your pointy ears lay onto the back of your head which you hang in shame, your tail disappears between your legs.

“Y/n, come along, we do not need to damage anyone else.”

You snarl at her, placing your paw firmly onto the boys chest, claws digging into his shirt, lightly pressed into his skin

“I know what they said, but I can punish them another day. I want you to get away from here before the Sheriff forces himself into this.”

You Bark and glare at the boy, forcing your paw further into the human, making him scream as your claws dug into his ribs, you gave the boy a wolfish grin as you slowly brought your paw downward, making a long, deep wound across his skin. Wednesday stares at you, refusing to react to the boys suffering cries.

“Y/n”

Your name causes your ear to flick, acknowledging the Raven hair in front of you. Yet, you didn’t stop the agonising revenge you were inflicting……UNTIL……

You felt a hand on the side of your head

When your head snapped upwards, your eyes were met the commanding glare of your crush. Wednesday’s dark eyes seemed cold, yet hid the tiny gentleness you had never received from her before. Her hand moved slightly, only slightly, but it was enough to make you tilt your great, wolf head into her palm. Your fur covering her fingers with a warmth Wednesday would never want to cease feeling.

A purr rippled up your throat as Wednesday gave you a gentle, silent tug, making you follow her. You carefully removed your claws from the crying boy beneath you, falling into a careful pace beside her, paws dripping blood across the cafe. You heard Enid follow, sending useless apologies to the two boys as she hurried behind you.

Wednesday guided you out the door, hand trailing up and down the side of your head. Enid would of taken a video of your wagging tail if she wasn’t (slightly) shaken by the event.

People froze, their mouthes agape, eyes filled with fear as you were taken away from the scene, heading towards the woods. They scuffles about, screamed the boys names, called for the police, insult your kind. But you couldn’t care, you were with Wednesday.

“Alright Y/n,”

She spoke at the edge of the woods, her voice completely calm and neutral, even after what she had witnessed. Though, to be fair, she had seen and experiences worse!

“Go, we will see you back at school.”

You whined, tail tucking between your legs. It made Wednesday’s cold body flutter ever so slightly, though nobody would ever know that.

“Y/n”

She said sternly, throwing you one of her iconic icy glares.

“I have to clean up this mess you made, I cannot come with you.”

You growled lowly, you lurched forward at her, grabbing her hand as gently as you could in your jaws. Refusing to let go.

“Y/n-“

“Go Wednesday.”

Enid grinned, finally holding her phone to record The adorable event. Knowing full well Wednesday will punish her later. You tugged gently on the Raven hairs hand, not wanting to pierce her pale skin with your canines.

Wednesday hesitated a moment, glared at Enid, before being guided by you into the woods.

Your tail wagging the entire time

#Werewolf #jenna ortega #wednesday #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams #vampire #enid sinclair #fanfiction #Wednesday Addams x werewolf reader #Jenna Ortega x werewolf

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[thebubblesareevil]

School’s Haunted

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Danny watched students swarm around the front entrance to Gateway High. They were all over the place, way more than Casper High. Danny took a deep breath, only to have it knocked out of him as a Travis smacked him on the back.

“What’s up man, exited for your first day?” Danny scoffed.

“Excited isn’t exactly the word I’d use. Dread, despair, devastated, some other word that begins with D.” Danny shrugged. “ I don’t know man, my last first day of high school didn’t go too well.”

“Oh come on, it couldn’t have been too bad.”

“A few days before, I got electrocuted which kinda fried my nerves for a bit. I ended up getting a lifetime ban from holding anything made of glass.” Danny quirked an eyebrow “Plus my old bully ended up in the same class as me. Not Fun.” He replied.

“Sheesh, we’ll it’s not like this time can be any worse.” Danny’s jaw dropped.

“I’m sorry, did you just jinx my first day, Dude!” Travis laughed.

“If it makes you feel better, I could ask some of my buds on the football team to keep an eye out. Bullies are a pretty big no go around here.” Danny laughed.

“That’s what they all say. There’s always one.” Travis shook his head.

“Fair enough, but we’re pretty tight knit here. Trust me and if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.” He said pushing Danny forward. “Now hurry up, you don’t wanna be late on your first day.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll talk to you later.” Danny made his way through the crowd of teens, using the makeshift map to try to find his class.

“Are you lost?” Danny turned around to see a girl wearing her gym clothes. She looked almost surprised he heard her.

“Yeah, I’m looking for Mr.Graham’s class.” She gave him a huge grin.

“Down the hall, take a left and it’s the first door to the right.” He smiled.

“Thanks you’re a lifesaver.”

“Don’t mention it!” She said as she walked the other way.

With newfound direction, Danny made his way to his home room. When he walked in he saw Matt sitting near the middle of the room, there was an empty seat next to him. He was just about to make his way over when he was stopped.

“You must be our new student, why don’t you come up here and introduce yourself.” Danny froze with dread. ‘Why me?!’

“Come on now! Don’t be shy!” Danny gave up, making his way to the front of the class as Matt gave him a look of sympathy.

“Hi, my name’s Danny Prince, not Daniel, not Dan, not Dano, Danny.”

“We’ll let me be the first to welcome you to our class Danny! So what made decide to come to our wonderful school?” He prompted joyfully. Danny had a dark look of glee in his eye. One Matt recognized from the one, and only, time Danny was invited to join his and Travis’ D&D campaign.

The DM hasn’t been the same since.

“Well sir, I just couldn’t resist sunny California. What with the the beaches and rich history here in Gateway city.” The teacher puffed up his chest in pride. “After my parents died in that car accident I just couldn’t say no when my cousin invited me to live here!” He said cheerily. Mr.Graham paled.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.” He hastily responded.

“You’re fine. Figured it was best to get it out now. I’d hate to have to keep repeating it over and over again.” Danny said with wide eyes. The teacher coughed.

“Why don’t you take a seat by Mr. Miller?” He suggested, gesturing towards Matt.

“Probably for the best.” He continued his journey to his seat uninhibited.

“That was cruel.” Matt claimed

“No, cruel is making a teenager stand in front of his class on his first day. That was revenge.” He said with a grin. He heard a giggle from behind him, he turned.

“He’s not wrong you know, it’s practically inhumane.” a girl commented. “The names Simone. Sorry about your parents.”

“Nice to meet you Simone.”

“Likewise, how are you liking Gateway?” Danny smiled.

“It’s great, all things considered. I got a job over at the museum, at the space exhibit!” Danny announced, practically glowing. Simone blushed.

“Oh? Do you like it?” She asked. Matt groaned from Danny’s other side.

“I love it! Dr. Scott even let’s me use the telescope sometimes!” His smiled widened. Simone’s blush got darker. The bell rang.

“What” Simone cleared her throat “what class do you have first?” Danny took his schedule out of his pocket.

“Looks like history first. Shouldn’t be too hard.” He shrugged. Simone pouted.

“I’ve got math first. Maybe I’ll catch you later?” She asked. "Maybe we could sit together at lunch?"

“That’d be awesome! Hey all four of us can sit together!” She stopped as he left in search of his next class. She felt a hand on her shoulder.

“I know your pain.” Matt sighed watching Danny make his way down the hall. He handed Simone a pamphlet, before he too headed to his next class.

She looked down at the paper and read in bold letters

So you’ve got a crush on Danny Prince. Here’s everything you need to know.

At the back of the pamphlet was a museum schedule for space shows.

The bell rang.

She kept the pamphlet.

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There are many benefits to being the honorary grandson of the Master of all Time. One of which is the ability to go back in time to study for history.

This has caused Danny many issues. History is written by the victors, and not many of them were interested in historical accuracy. Which is why Danny ended up completely derailing his entire history by starting a debate on Julius Caesar. By the end of class Mrs. Beatle was practically vibrating with excitement. There was not a single silent voice as they questioned what was written in their books. Everyone booed when the bell rang, including Mrs. Beatle, but she promised they could continue the debate the next class.

Most of Danny’s classes ended much the same. Chemistry was especially exciting, they were meant to be doing a simple experiment to show a chemical reaction that would change the color of some paper. Danny’s glowed.

Mr. Thorne spent the rest of the class trying to figure out how.

Danny made his way through math, surprised at how much he enjoyed it.

And that brings him to where he is now.

Gym class.

The class met in the gym only to be led out to the field, for a soccer game to start off the new year. He couldn’t really be mad at Coach Cooper, she was actually pretty cool. But facts are we’re facts, and the fact is Danny hates gym.

Sure he can show off a little, but it was way too easy to forget what was okay and what wasn’t. Way to easy to slip up. He slowly followed the rest of the class.

“Why the long face?” Danny shrugged.

“Not really a big sports fan, plus no doubt Coach is gonna make me take off my hoodie. I really just don’t want anyone staring at my scars."

“Scars?” She looked at him concerned.

“Yeah, fighting ghosts is pretty dangerous. You don’t always walk away unscathed .” He replied with a shrug. The girl froze.

“I’m not gonna fight you.” He watched as everyone started to congregate on the field. “I didn’t mean to intrude on your haunt, but I kinda gotta go to school. You know how it is.” He kept walking, joining the rest of his class.

“Uh, yeah. I do.” She muttered under her breath.

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Vanessa watched the strange boy for the rest of the day. He was right about the sweatshirt, however he made up a story about a car accident and no one questioned it.

Since the moment he entered the school, she felt compelled to follow him. She hadn’t been a ghost long, but he felt different than anyone else. He felt powerful, terrifyingly strong…and safe.

Everyday she was surrounded by unfamiliar faces, she walked through the halls, watching them go about their day unseen. But this year things were different this year there was Danny.

Vanessa smiled as she watched him leave the school from her perch on the roof. He stopped after crossing the street, turning around he looked right at her and waved. Her smile grew brighter.

This was going to be a fun year indeed.

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Danny quickly made his way back home, excited to tell Diana all about his first day. Travis was right, though Danny would never admit it, and most of the students were pretty cool. He hadn't expected to meet a ghost, luckily she seemed pretty unaggressive. Last thing he wanted was to fight a ghost in the cafeteria...again.

Racing up the stairs he barged through the front door, Diana spun around from where she was sitting at her computer.

"How was school? Make any friends?" She smiled.

"It was great! Sure the teachers were no Mr. Lancer, but they were pretty cool. I made a few new friends, but get this! The school is haunted!" Danny grinned like a maniac.

"Don't you think its a little early in the year to start spooking you classmates?" Danny scoffed, heading towards the kitchen for a snack.

"Cousin mine, its never to early for a good spook. But I'm not talking about me, there's another ghost. I'm pretty sure she was a student there when she died." That got Diana's attention.

"Danny, promise me you won't join forces with the school ghost to reek havoc." Danny gave her the fakest offended look she had ever seen, she raised a single brow.

"Okay, fine. I won't haunt the school, except on Halloween, Frighty would disown me if I didn't scare some teens." He declared dropping the act as he grabbed a thermos filled with ectoplasm.

"Actually, the museum might be doing a temporary exhibit on the history of Halloween. The whole tour is meant to be haunted." she grinned. "I was thinking we could team up and give the Ancient Egyptian crew a run for their money." Diana grinned as her cousin practically started to vibrate from excitement.

"Are you kidding?!?!? That would be awesome!" His feet left the ground as he flew over to the table. "I learned this trick awhile back that I've been DYING to try out!" She smiled as Danny started mapping out plans for a perfect haunted museum.

"We have plenty of time to plan things out," she said laying a hand on his shoulder "tonight however we are celebrating your first day of school in this world so I was thinking we would go out to eat tonight." Danny grinned. "They just opened a new burger place down the street and-" She was cut off by the sound of her communicator. She stepped away from the table as she picked up the communicator, Danny zipped his lips as she answered the call.

It didn't take long, but from the look on her face Danny could tell they would not be going out tonight. Diana sighed after she ended the call.

"I'm sorry Danny, I have to go. Batman has an emergency meeting to discuss some things."

"Is everything okay?" She hesitated before shaking her head.

"Many of the higher priority villains have become increasingly quiet, while weaker villains have been more active than ever. We have been keeping an eye on the situation, however there have been some unexpected developments." Danny nodded.

"Don't worry about dinner, I'll go hang out with gramps tonight and we can do something tomorrow. Just be careful, last time Plasmius went quiet for too long I ended up fighting Pariah Dark."

"You'll have to tell me about that sometime." She smiled "I'll call when I get out of the meeting, hopefully we'll have some time for a movie and ice cream when I get back. Your pick."

"Awesome! There's a new movie that just came out called the Evil Dead that I've been wanting to check out." Diana ruffled his hair.

"Have fun with Grandfather." she said as she headed out.

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Diana was frustrated, she was meant to have dinner with Danny, instead she was called to an emergency League meeting. The Team found evidence of alien technology being used in the Bialyian desert. The criminal behind the project appeared to be Psimon, a powerful psychic who wiped the memories of the young heroes and put them in extreme danger.

Luckily the Team made it out in one piece, though not completely unscathed.

For the 3 hours they had been going over intelligence by the Team, going over any changes in the conflict, and reviewing other villains recent movements. The more they talked, the more Diana was sure something greater was at play.

To many people were staying far too quiet.

When the meeting finally ended, Batman approached once more.

“Diana."

"Batman, to what do I owe the pleasure?" she smiled congenially.

"What is your opinion of Superboy?" he asked in his usual blunt tone.

"He shows great potential. He needs to work on directing his strength and keeping his temper under control." Diana was quite proud of her new student.

"He's a loose cannon as things stand. We need to keep him under tight supervision." Her smile dropped.

"He may have trouble controlling his temper, but considering everything he's been through in the past months he's doing remarkably well. He listens well and, while stubborn at first, he was an attentive student. Until such a time when Superman decides to train him, I intend to continue with our training." She left no room for argument. Batman nodded.

"If you notice anything-"

"I will handle it personally." She interrupted him, her mood now sour. "And he prefers the name Conner."

"Noted. I won't keep you any longer." He grunted with a nod.

Diana made her way to the Zeta tubes, nodding to her fellow heroes as she passed though her mind was busy. Something was bothering the Bat, and that never boded well for anyone.

She said her farewells and left the base. Once she made it back to the apartment, she changed into her pajamas and pulled out her phone to call Danny. Smiling as she saw messages from her cousin, she tapped the screen to see the pictures.

She choked.

There on the screen, was none other than Vandal Savage, the ruthless warrior who fought against the Justice Society...with neon pink hair trying his very best to look serious in the middle of a meeting. She clicked on the next picture.

It was Vandal again though this time he seemed visibly furious as he stood against the Justice Society... covered from head to toe in glitter. The next message was a video.

Vandal was standing before a group of villains, clearly making some kind of presentation, as Danny and their Grandfather danced in the background. Colorful lights flashing as though they were at a party. From Vandal's twitching eye and the lack of reaction from the other villains... he was the only one who could see or hear them. Upon closer inspection, Danny appeared to be singing along to something. Diana was already at her limit as she unmuted her phone and pressing play, the moment the music came blasting through her phone she had to brace herself against the couch to stop herself from falling from the force of her laughter. She dropped her phone on the floor as the apartment was filled with the sound of-

"WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?!?!?!?!"

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