Warnings: mention of murder, a misogynistic prat, sexual harassment.
A/n: I do not condone any things said in this part by the oc Chad.
No One's POV:
"The level of overkill suggests an unsubs in a psychotic break, multiple unsubs having psychotic breaks is unlikely" reid said, as him and derek walk over to the crime scene.
"I'd say it ia definitely our guy, same victimology. Hotch, this guy is getting off the charts brutal" morgan says whilst on the phone with Hotch.
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Y/n's POV.
Things have changed a bit since my first case with the BAU for example I've made friends with a couple girls in my year, who are all fifteen or sixteen.
Downfall, two of them have these boyfriends who are the worst kind of people in high school; the preppy jocks. They harass everyone and feel obliged to slap at least one girl's ass per day.
I was with Gia and her boyfriend, Chad when she left for a minute to get us drinks. He had turned to me saying with his hand on my thigh "so, why don't you show me them then, dollface?"
Nothing happened luckily except for him saying how that is how most girls get good grades. Or how me, wearing a dark oversized sweater, checkered skirt and knee high socks means I'm 'asking for it'.
I left not long after and got my mum to drop me off to the office even if I know the only one there is Penelope but decide that it's the place I feel most comfortable with me and mum always arguing.
Walking into Penelope's batcave, I see her looking through one of the computers. When she heard me open the door, she immediately turns around and jumps up from her chair.
"You're here, Hotch said you were at a friend's house today, did you leave early?" Penelope asks. "Yeah, I wanted to leave a bit earlier than expected" I answer.
"Sweet girl, I may not be a profiler but I'm surrounded by them, what happened at her house?" she said. I feel tears prick the corner of my eyes as I try to hold them in.
It doesn't last long when I decide to tell her. As I finish she pulls me into a hug but just then her phone rings and she has to answer. "Hi, sugar" Penelope greets and I know it's Derek.
"No, my machine of miracles is no longer working until further notice as our sweet girl here is having a hard time" she looks to me for a second with pity before halting just as she was going to tell him the truth.
"Bye, chocolate thunder" penny says before hanging up. She turns to me, saying "come on, I'll do us some tea and you can have some shortbread."
As we sit there, she suddenly goes serious and I know what conversation is about to happen. "Y/n, you know we have to tell someone, especially your dad."
"Penelope, can you not mention it to any of them, it's embarrassing" I practically beg. "It's only embarrassing for that jerk" she tries to convince me, "can I at least tell Derek or Hotch?"
"Just Derek, I don't want my dad knowing about it" I finalise. "But sweetie, he'll find out one day" Penelope attempts once more, "and he would want to know you're his daughter."
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summary: one morning on the HMS Pogue you notice something new on JJ’s wrist and ask him why it’s there.
warnings: a few mentions of abuse
requested: noooooo - but they’re open!
One day he started wearing a hair tie on his wrist.
You noticed it when you were on the HMS Pogue one October morning. They all decided to watch the sunrise on the boat. John B liked to start fishing early and loved dragging the rest of the pogues along. Pope would bring some kind of study material to read on the boat ride through the marsh. Kie normally put headphones in her ears wanting to drown out Sarah’s tired groans and JJ’s snores. You had a coffee in one hand and were running your fingers through JJ’s hair with the other. The morning air sent a shiver down your spine and was crisp against your face. Most mornings JJ was ready to fish with John B, but his dad had been in a worse mood lately. Which meant a lot of long nights filled with anxiety or walking to the Chateau at 3am.
You moved your hand to play with the hair at the base of his neck. It never failed to put him to sleep and keep him asleep and it was the least you could do. You always wished you could do more. Always wishing you could take away the pain - emotional and physical.
You sipped some of your coffee and looked down at the boy sleeping on your legs. His head was laying over his arms as he sat on the floor of the boat. You couldn’t remember how he ended up in this position as your brain was fuzzy this early. But it allowed for the perfect position to drink your coffee and make sure he stayed asleep as long as possible.
You noticed a small black hair tie wrapped around his wrist just under his sweatshirt. Sure, his hair was long, but never long enough to keep a hair tie around his wrist. Meanwhile, your hair was the longest it had ever been, just past the shoulders, but you always wanted your hair up for one reason or another.
You gently nudged JJ awake so he could catch the beginning of the sunrise. He came to sit next to you and pulled you into his arms. The sky was every different color orange and pink you could think of. It was a sight that never got old.
“J,” your voice quiet, your fingers traced his new black bracelet, “Since when have you used a hair tie?” a chuckle escaped your lips.
A small smile graced his face and he sighed, his grasp around you pulling you a little closer, “Well, do you remember that night at The Wreck a few weeks ago?” he paused for a second, not really needing a response, moreso sitting in the memory that was insignificant to you, but clearly big to him. “You asked Kie and Sarah if they had something you could tie your hair up with and they didn’t have anything.” The memory came back to you. You remembered fussing about how you hated the feeling of your hair down during meals. “You said it was ‘unsanitary’,” he laughed. God, how you loved that smile. “In that moment I wished I could have helped you or been the one to magically pull a hair tie from my pocket.” his eyebrows scrunched together in sadness. “But I couldn’t do that for you."
"J,” He pulled your legs on top of his, running his hand over your shins. “You don’t-”
“I know I can’t give you as much as a Kook could,“ he paused, his eyes glistened with the tears that were forming, "But I don’t want you to ever stop needing me,” he looked directly into your eyes.
You had never seen him in this way before. All at once you felt like you could see the pain of his life come to the surface and the desperation to make sure you never left was clear. He didn’t have to say anything else. You placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss.
The hair tie. It was something so insignificant that it didn’t even occur to you how big it was to him. He wanted to make sure the next time you were without, he was able to provide. Never in your life had you met someone like JJ. Never would you want to be without JJ.
"And here I thought it was your way of telling me you were shooting for a man bun.” you smiled against his lips which elicited a laugh from him. He held you tighter and placed a kiss on your forehead.
And in that moment, you realized that even for the simplest things, you would always want and need JJ Maybank.
To anyone who needs this remember you are you no one can ask you to change that
To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don't need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself. When you are born a lotus flower, be a beautiful lotus flower, don't try to be a magnolia flower. If you crave acceptance and recognition and try to change yourself to fit what other people want you to be, you will suffer all your life. True happiness and true power lie in understanding yourself, accepting yourself, having confidence in yourself.
— Thích Nhất Hạnh
a/n: ok we know seb lived in paris but never got specifics soooo i had an ideaaaaaa…maybe part 2? yes? no? anyone?
“You guys didn’t have to come with me.” you huff back at the gang following you, angrily stomping through the posh hallways of Dalton Academy. “He is my boyfriend… and you hate him… Why did you come actually?” you wonder, crinkling your eyebrows together, pulling both your backpack straps to the waistband of your ripped sky blue jeans.
Santana scoffs, crossing her tan arms over her cheerio’s uniform. “Uh, duh, I wanna see what happened to the mole faced chipmunk.” she states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world. You roll your eyes, sighing deeply.
While holding Rachel’s hand, Finn tilts his head in confusion; Sam does the same, wondering the exact same question on everyone’s mind. “What exactly happened to him again?” the blonde asks, fixing his purple hoodie on his shoulder. “All I saw was you get a call and leave rehearsal…. Then everyone followed you and I got lost… I’m still lost.”
You bound around the corner, stopping when you get to the door that says ‘nurse’. Spinning on the heel of your sneaker, you fix your pink shoulderless shirt. “He was in lacrosse practice and hit his head and passed out, okay?” you rush out, inhaling deep. “And can I please see him alone before you all parade in?” you plead, hands returning to the straps of your backpack.
When most of the club nods, you let out a breath, facing the door. Turning the knob, you cautiously step in the office. “I’m Y/N, Sebastian’s…” you trail off as the nurse leads you to the cots. “How is he?” you chew on your lip nervously.
“Non! Non!” Sebastian’s voice lingers in the room, French accent a lot more noticeable. “Retire tes mains de moi (get your hands off me)! Ou est ma petite amie (where is my girlfriend)?!” he spits at Trent, who’s trying to coax the Warbler back into the cot, muttering ‘why are you not speaking English?’. “Je ne sais pas bon anglais (I don’t know good english)!” he bites in a frustrated tone, running a hand through his hair.
You furrow your eyebrows together, pushing the curtain. His knuckles curl around the edge of the cot, shoulders almost touching his ears. The moment Sebastian sees you, his green eyes light up, smile stretching on his lips. “Mon bébé, là tu es (my baby, there you are)!” he beams, standing up; navy lacrosse jersey hanging off his shoulder. You blink in confusion. “Ne me comprends-tu pas (do you not understand me)?” he whispers, eyes filling with water.
Frowning, you bend down in front of him, cupping his face. “Sebastian… Je t'aime (I love you)…” you hum, saying the only French you really know.
He grins, “Je t’aime, Y/N.” The knock on the door startles him and the glee club enters. “Pourquoi sont-ils ici (why are they here)?” he snarls, nose scrunching at the gang. “Quelle (what)?”
“Why is he speaking French?” Mercedes whispers to Kurt, who shrugs.
Sighing, you card your hand through his uncharastically messy hair, shaking your head. “French is his first language. He only learned English two years ago, before he came to Dalton.” you frown, eyes searching his face. “When we started dating, he was still learning.” you explain, “He must’ve hit his head really hard…” you cringe, pulling your beanie down.
“So, what’re we gonna do?” Artie pipes up, pushing his glasses to his nose.
Sebastian tugs on your hand, pouting. “Regarde, je ne comprends pas ce que tu dis mais (look, I don’t understand what you’re saying but)…” he pauses, licking his lips. “Je meurs de faim, pouvons-nous manger (I’m starving, can we eat)?”
You shrug your shoulders, squinting your eyes. “I think he’s hungry? Help me take him to Breadstix?”
Bianca di Angelo is the first character in the universe of Rick Riordan that died. (except Gabe Ugliano but that bitch deserved it.)
summary: after fighting mysterio, peter comes back to you in need of a little fixing up; both physically and mentally. stark!reader.
wc: a short, sweet, little bit teary-eyed 900
masterlist | insp.
when your phone rang and you saw peters name pop up along with his contact picture, you didn’t even hesitate to grab your phone as quick as you could, scaring sam in the process as you threw down your uno cards.
“hello?”
“hey, uh… can i get a ride?”
his voice was shaky, his breathing quick, and with no more than thirty seconds into the phone call, you could tell that something was wrong. the way that your stomach twisted with every word that left his mouth just confirmed your thoughts.
“where are you? i’ll come get you.”
at this point, you were looking at happy, who was already going to get the jet ready for takeoff.
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Omg the king has spoken!!!
@staff
Summary: Gabriel is reunited with his soulmate the reader after 8 years of supposedly being dead. How will her brothers Dean and Sam react?
Pairing: Gabriel x Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Castiel x Reader (Platonic), Ketch x Reader.
Setting: Men of Letters Bunker.
Request: Sprouted from my mind.
Warnings: Some Violence, Couple curse words, Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of heartbreak, kidnapping? Other than that fluff with a reunited couple.
Note: Takes place during episode 13x17 and 13x18. ‘The Thing’ and ‘Bring ‘em Back Alive.’
This is my interpretation of what the reader would go through if she was the boys younger sister (Sams Twin) and was soulmates with Gabriel. Let me know what you think!
NO GIFS USED THROUGHOUT THE STORY ARE MINE.
Author: Heather
Requests are open!
Word Count: 3754!!!
Part 2 - Coming Soon
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A/N: Words can not describe how sorry I am for being so inactive lately
Request: None
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Description: Y/N wasn’t supposed to be on the spaceship with Peter. Y/N wasn’t even supposed to be near danger. But she wanted to make sure he would come home safe. So she had followed him up and into the ship, teleporting (your power) around without anyone knowing. Now, she was in danger, and it was up to Peter to keep her safe. But what if he couldn’t?
Warnings: INFINITY WAR SPOILERS! Swearing, mentions of violence, blood, and death
infinity war has ruined me
Hide.
That was what you were told by Tony.
Hide from the man who took Doctor Strange. Hide from anything that could hurt you.
Hide.
You watched from above. There was screaming, and blood, and soon you felt you like you were going to be pulled out of the ship. Peter had pulled Doctor Strange back into the ship, and Tony had closed the massive hole in the side.
“You’re safe now, Y/N,” Tony had yelled, looking up at you.
You closed your eyes and teleported down to the three of them, standing in front of them awkwardly.
“I know I shouldn’t have come-” You started, but Tony cut you off.
“It doesn’t matter now, kid. You’re here, and you can’t teleport all the way back to Earth without getting hurt,” he said. Then, he turned to Peter. “Can you follow me really quick?”
The two of them walked off, leaving you and Doctor Strange alone. “So, Mr. Strange-”
“That stunt you pulled to get on this ship was pretty cool, kid. Dangerous, but cool.”
“Uh, thanks,” you mumbled, smiling lightly.
You continued to talk Doctor Strange about what was happening. Unbeknownst to you, Peter was looking in your direction, ignoring Tony completely.
“Kid, are you even listening?” Tony said, snapping a finger in front of Peter’s face.
“What? Oh, sorry,” he mumbled, turning back to Tony.
“Did you hear anything I said?”
“Um, no,” Peter said and looked at the floor.
Tony sighed in frustration. “Okay, listen. She’s not supposed to be here.” Tony pointed towards you. “I need you to promise me you’ll protect her with your life. Got it?”
Peter nodded. “I promise.”
The two of them started towards you. You looked up at them and smiled lightly. “Listen, Peter, I know you told me not to come along, but I didn’t want to see my best friend get hurt, so I followed you around the city, and-”
Peter walked up to you and put a hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay, Y/N.”
Peter looked over at Tony, who nodded and walked off with Doctor Strange.
The two of you stood in silence, the soft whirring of the ship being the only sound.
“I really am sorry Peter. I just I didn’t want to wake up one day and know my best friend was gone, and there was nothing I could do about it. I wanted to-I wanted to keep you safe,” you mumbled, looking at the floor. “I don’t know if I could live without you.” You felt tears well up in your eyes and felt them slowly roll down your cheek.
Peter put his arms out, and you leaned into him, letting him pull you into a hug. Your head rested on his chest, and he ran a hand through your hair. “It’s okay, Y/N. I won’t get hurt. I won’t let either of us get hurt.”
You looked up at him. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
Tony came rushing over to you two, and you pulled away from the hug. “We need to land this ship. Hurry up and get over here.”
The three of you ran to the ship’s controls. Doctor Strange was standing there, looking through the glass of the ship. It was hurdling towards a planet, which you later learned was Titan, and you were, no doubt, going to crash.
“Put your arm in that thing right there,” Tony told Peter, pointing at a machine next to him.
Peter turned around and looked at the machine questioningly before sticking his arm in it. “Now what?”
“I don’t know! We have to control it somehow,” Tony said, inspecting the machine.
“Well you better figure it out soon,” Strange said. Everyone turned their heads towards the glass, watching as the planet got closer by the second.
“We’re not gonna make it without crashing!” You exclaimed, pacing back and forth.
“Kid, calm down. We’ll figure it out.”
“Tony,” Peter mumbled, looking at him.
“Tony, we’re gonna crash!” You yelled.
“Just give me a minute!”
“Tony,” Peter said again, concern lacing his voice.
“Not now, kid.”
“Tony-”
The ship hit the planet at full force, throwing all of you backward. You let out a shriek as your body flew towards the back of the ship. You landed on the floor head first, the cold metal making a clink sound. You could feel yourself start to lose consciousness, your vision going dark.
“Shit! Y/N, hey! Y/N, don’t close your eyes on me. I’m gonna get you out of here,” someone said. You could make out Peter’s figure through your blurry vision.
You felt his arm wrap around your torso, pulling you up. “Peter…”
“No, don’t talk. You’re okay, I’ve got you.” Peter took both your arms and made you loop them around his neck. “Just hold on, okay?”
You nodded, feeling dizzy.
Both your feet were off the ground, and you were swinging through the air. Peter tightened his grip on you as he swung through the wreckage of the ship.
When you were both safely on the ground, Peter set you down gently. “Just stay awake for me, Y/N.”
“I’m so dizzy,” you mumbled, closing your eyes. “So, so dizzy.”
“Mr. Stark!” Peter called. Tony was over in a matter of seconds, Strange following behind him. “She’s about to pass out.”
“Move,” Strange said, pushing the boy out of the way.
Peter watched anxiously as Strange put a hand over your head and a faint glow of orange appearing.
You sat up, a gasp leaving your lips. “What- what happened?” You asked, looking around in confusion. “Where are we?”
“We’re on Titan,” Tony said, walking towards you. “The ship crashed. You hit your head pretty hard.”
“Oh.” You looked around, eyes traveling over the planet’s surface. They landed on Peter, and you looked up at him. His face was laced with concern, his dark brown eyes staring into your E/C ones.
A gunshot snapped you out of your daze. You frantically stood up, running behind Tony and Peter. “Teleport you and Peter out of here. Now.”
You took Peter’s hand in yours and closed your eyes. Just when you felt a spark, pain shot through you. Your body collapsed from underneath you. Peter caught you, holding you upright.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“I-I can’t. It hurts,” you whispered, pushing yourself up. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
You both turned to Tony and Strange, who were standing in battle stances. “Kid, why the hell are you-”
Someone had thrown themselves onto Tony, knocking him down.
“Tony!” You screamed, rushing to him. You felt a hand wrap around your wrist, holding you back. You turned around and saw an almost gray man. You screamed. “Get off me!”
Someone flew forward and kicked the man in the side of the head, sending him stumbling backward. He let go of you in the process, so you sprinted to Tony, who was pinned down by a strange man with a mask.
You ran up to them and brought up your foot, slamming your heel into the strange man’s ribs. He fell off Tony, and Tony stood up, raising his blaster. You got behind him, looking over his shoulder for Peter or Strange.
You saw some girl with pale skin and dark eyes in front of Strange, her hands resting on the side of his head. Looking into his eyes, you noticed a pasty white color and realized his pupil’s and iris’s were gone.
You then saw Peter being held by the same man that had you earlier.
You looked around and noticed that the man with the mask had vanished. Tony had also left, and was cautiously walking towards Peter.
A hand wrapped around your stomach. You opened your mouth to scream, but another hand flew up to cover it. “Move or make a sound and you’re dead,” someone whispered in your ear.
Your eyes met Peter’s. He looked at you, fear evident in his gaze.
“Drax, Mantis, let them go,” the man said. Peter and Strange both fell to the ground. The gray man and pale woman backed up towards you and the man, standing at his side.
Tony, Strange and Peter all stood in front of you. Tony held his blaster at the man’s head.
“Anyone moves and I’ll blast her brains out.” You felt something cold touch the side of your head.
A gun. Wonderful, you thought.
“I’m gonna ask you this one time, where is Gamora?” The man asked, anger laced in his tone.
“Yeah, I’ll do you one better,” Tony paused. “Who is Gamora?
The gray man, who you learned was called Drax, stepped forward. “I’ll do you one better, why is Gamora?”
Everyone looked at him in confusion before the man holding you spoke. “Wait, so you guys aren’t with Thanos?”
“With Thanos? Are you insane?” Strange asked from behind Tony.
The man let go of you and you fell to the ground. Peter ran forward and caught you last-second. “You good?”
You nodded.
“Dammit,” the man took off his mask, throwing it down.
“Who’s-who’s Gamora?” You stuttered.
“No one. It doesn’t matter.”
You shrugged it off, sitting down and falling back. Peter sat next to you, crossing his legs. “What are we gonna do if Thanos comes?” He asked, looking at Tony.
“I don’t know, kid. We need some sort of plan.” At the mention of a plan, the three strangers looked up.
“I have an idea, but I don’t know how it’ll work,” the once masked-man said.
“We’re listening.”
You and Peter hid behind part of the broken ship. He paced back and forth, mumbling “we can do this” over and over. You walked up to him and grabbed his hand, making him face you.
“Peter, calm down,” you said, looking up at him. “It’ll be okay.”
“S-sorry,” he mumbled in response.
You ran your thumb across his knuckles, smiling up at him.
“Y/N, if we don’t make it out of this alive, I-I want you to know, I lo-”
Your intercoms went off. “Get ready.”
You looked at him one last time before dropping his hand. You walked to the edge of the broken ship, peering over.
A swirl of blue and black formed, and Thanos stepped out. Strange stood in front of him, ready to fight. “Now.”
Peter shot a web and swung forward, shooting webs at Thanos’s face.
Drax flew behind him, slashing at his legs.
Strange shot a portal in front of Thanos, which other Peter came out of. He put a bomb on Thanos’s back before flipping him off and falling through another portal.
Peter went in and out of portal’s, kicking and punching Thanos in the process. He went to swing at him again, but Thanos grabbed him by the throat and pushed him into the ground.
You let out a scream, and a strangled sob let your throat. Closing your eyes, cold rushed through your body as you teleported down to them. Thanos threw Peter at Strange, and both of them fell to the ground.
You ran over to them, making sure they were okay. “Fuck, what the hell happened?” You asked, pulling Strange up.
“Nothing. We’re fine,” Peter said, turning to you. “Are you okay?”
“I haven’t even done anything yet,” you replied.
“Well, you better do something.” Strange flew off, firing something from his hand.
You closed your eyes and landed on Thanos, pulling out a dagger. You were about to stab his neck, but he pulled you off him and flipped you over. “Nice try.”
You felt yourself fly forward, and you were unable to stop.
Someone flew by you, grabbing your upper arm.
You landed on the ground, stumbling backward. Someone had fallen on top of you, their hands awkwardly holding your waist.
“Shit,” you heard Peter mumble.
“Peter, get off me,” you said, pushing him up.
He fell back, looking at you, surprised.
“You get them.” You pointed to other Peter, Mantis, and Drax. “And I’ll get them,” you said, pointing to Strange and Tony.
He nodded before shooting a web and flying off.
Cold went through your body, and you were hiding behind pieces of debris and rubble.
Thanos had stabbed Tony in the chest, and he crumbled to the floor.
Your hands flew to your mouth as a gasp left you lips.
Strange sat nearby, staring at Tony. “Let-let him go. Save him, and I’ll give you the stone.”
Your eyes widen in shock. What the hell is he thinking?
The wound in Tony’s chest started to close.
Strange took the stone from his locket.
You couldn’t believe they were giving up.
The stone floated towards Thanos. You watched from behind a broken part of the ship as it got closer to him.
You wouldn’t let him get it.
You couldn’t let him get it.
You pushed off the ground, sprinting towards the stone. Only one thing ran through your mind.
He can’t get the stone.
You jumped over his arm, grasping the small stone in your hand. Your eyes fell shut as cold went through you.
But you were two seconds too late.
Thanos wrapped a hand around your throat, lifting you into the air.
The stone fell from your hands, the faint glow of green leaving your sightline.
“You stupid girl.”
You couldn’t breathe. Every breath you took was shorter than the last until you felt yourself slipping from consciousness.
Strange and Tony got up, but Thanos pushed them aside like nothing. “You stupid, stupid girl.”
A sharp pain shot through your stomach as he let you go. You fell to the ground, gasping for air. Spots started to dance in your vision.
A knife was planted in your stomach, and blood rushed from the wound like an ocean current.
Just like that, he was gone. Thanos was gone, and he had the stone.
“Y/N!” Strange exclaimed, rushing up to you. “Oh, god.”
Tony and Strange hovered over you, tears in their eyes. “Don’t die on us, kid. You can’t die on us.”
You looked up at them, tears blurring your vision. “I can’t-I can’t do it,” you said, gasping for breath. You could feel yourself fading, slipping into darkness.
“Y/N-”
“Tell-” You let out a choked sob as pain shot through your body. “Tell Peter I-I’m sorry,” you paused. “Tell him I’m sorry, and that I l-love him.”
You felt yourself go cold as darkness took you over.
You felt yourself fade into nothing.
Peter landed swiftly near part of the broken ship. He shot webs back and forth, swinging until Tony came into his line of sight.
He swung over, falling down in front of him. “Tony!”
When Tony looked up, he knew something was wrong.
Peter shrugged it off, looking over Tony’s shoulder for you.
He noticed Strange walking towads them, carrying something in his arms. As strange got closer, he realized it was a body.
Your body.
Peter rushed forward, pushing off the ground at full force.
He took your body from Strange and fell to the ground, holding you in his arms. “No. No no no no no no-” His hand flew to his mouth as a sob left his lips. “No!”
Strange and Tony stood behind him, tears welling in their eyes.
“She can’t be dead! She can’t be!” Peter cried, tears streaming down his face. “She can’t be dead!”
“Peter-”
“No! I promised her. I promised her!” He yelled, his voice so loud it echoed off every rock. He stood up, marching up to Strange. “You have the time stone, right? Go back! Get her back!” He grabbed the collar of Strange’s suit, pushing him back. “Bring her back!”
Tony had to practically yank Peter off Strange. “Kid-”
“Bring her back!” He cried.
“Kid-”
“You need to bring her back!”
“Peter, he can’t!” Tony screamed, forcing Peter to face him. “Thanos has the stone.”
Peter whipped around, a fire in his eyes. “What?”
“We can’t-we can’t get her back, Peter. She’s gone.”
“No-”
“I’m so sorry.”
Peter ran up to you, falling in front of your frozen body. He looked at the girl who was his best friend, the girl he loved.
He looked at the girl he lost.
The tears wouldn’t stop.
He looked at your face, staring into your once bright E/C eyes. He would never get to see those eyes shine again.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he cried, his voice cracking. “I’m so, so sorry.”
He craddled your lifeless body in his arms. He held your head to his chest, repeatedly running his hand through your hair, mumbling “I’m sorry” and “I love you” over and over.
He kissed the top of your head, burying his face in your hair.
A deep shade of crimson covered his suit, but he couldn’t care less.
He sobbed for hours, clutching your body to his. He swore that he wouldn’t let you go. He cried in grief and agony and pain. He cried and cried, and he wasn’t going to stop.
Peter knew he had lost you, and he knew he wasn’t getting you back.
So I was rereading Harry Potter, when I came across this and thought- what if instead of Cedric Diggory, Cassius Warrington had been chosen to compete in the Triwizard Tournament?
Imagine Dumbledore calling out the name of the Hogwarts champion and it isn’t a Gryffindor, or a Ravenclaw, or even a Hufflepuff, but it’s a Slytherin. A student from a House most people hate.
Imagine Cassius Warrington getting up, and three out of four Houses are booing at him and shouting things like “NO!” or, “We can’t have a Slytherin champion!” or demanding a retry. But he’s a Slytherin- he’s been dealing with this shit since he got sorted, so he keeps his head high and joins the other champions.
Imagine Harry trying to catch Warrington alone because he doesn’t really want to associate with Slytherins (plus Malfoy has this tendency of being around the guy ALL THE TIME since he got chosen), but at the same time he’s also fair enough not to want him to walk into the first task unprepared.
Imagine Warrington walking over to Harry a few months later, and Ron and Hermione both jump into a protective stance, wands out, but instead of attacking Harry he just tells him to stick the egg underwater. (Because Slytherins don’t forget those who helped them out).
Imagine Warrington and Harry helping each other out in the labyrinth.
Imagine Harry being devastated when Peter kills Warrington- because Voldemort doesn’t care what house they’re form, a spare is a spare.
Imagine the uproar that causes among the Slytherins, because some of their parents really are Death Eaters and they know what really happened.
Imagine Slytherins fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts and shouting “This is for Cassius!”
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Warnings: None, really. General fluffiness all around :D
Pairing(s): Sweet Pea x Male Reader
Summary: No one expected Sweet Pea to date a guy, but even if they did, they would have never guessed he’d go after someone as opposite from him as you.
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When Sweet Pea started dating one of the sweetest, if not the sweetest guy in town, everyone was confused. You two were polar opposites. Sweet Pea was a giant hot-headed gang member who couldn’t care less for anyone other than himself and his other Serpents, and you were a small, soft guy who wore oversized sweaters, had almost perfect grades, and loved taking care of stray cats whenever you could.
At first, they actually thought that your entire relationship was a lie, a big prank set up by Fangs and Sweet Pea who somehow got an innocent boy in on it. But then they saw you and Sweet Pea together.
Sweet Pea had told them that he was dating someone about a week before they actually saw you. He hadn’t even formally introduced the group to you when they saw you, so when they caught you two together, they made sure to hide.
They saw you both when Sweet Pea pulled up to Riverdale High on his motorcycle with you clearly pressed up against his back. And as soon as you both got off, his hands were on you.
They could hear you giggling as Pea buried his face in your neck. They could see your hands cup his cheeks and bring his lips to yours, you smiling into the kiss. They knew the love between the both was genuine as soon as you both pulled away with grins on your faces.
Their assumptions were only confirmed even more so when Sweet Pea actually introduced you to them.
Sweet Pea had informed the Serpents that he was bringing you in with him after school, so they would know not to freak out when an outsider came in, or, definitely more in this case, freak out the outsider.
As soon as Sweet Pea entered with you on his arm, the whole place went silent, all eyes trained on the new guy who stole Sweet Pea’s heart.
Your boyfriend brought you in front of the people he hung out with the most: Fangs, Toni, Jughead, and Cheryl. Fangs’s eyes immediately went to your intertwined fingers, a small smirk taking over his features.
“Guys, this is my boyfriend, y/n.” Sweet Pea turned to you. “Y/n, this is my family.”
His smile is soft and contagious, and you can’t help but smiling back. You turn your gaze back to Sweet Pea’s friends and you give a warm smile, waving with your sweater-covered right hand.
“Hi.”
Your voice is smaller than you wanted, and as soon as you spoke, you wanted to shrink. But the assuring squeeze Sweet Pea gave your hand made you puff your chest out slightly in hopes of giving off a vibe of confidence.
The group in front of you was silent. All they did was stare at you silently. It was unnerving to say the least. Fangs glanced at Toni, and they seemed to share a silent conversation.
You slowly moved behind Sweet Pea a bit, your free hand moving to his back. Your heart was pounding in your ears. To say you were nervous would be the biggest understatement you would ever have the displeasure of hearing. You moved behind Sweet Pea even more at the thought.
“Sweets,” you whispered, your hand on his back fisting his jacket tightly to the point of your knuckles turning white.
“Oh my god!” Cheryl exclaimed, leaving Toni’s grasp on her waist to move towards Sweet Pea.
“He is so adorable!” She grins up at your Sweets who gives an amused smile in return.
Your eyebrows furrow. ‘Adorable? She thinks I’m adorable?’ You thought to yourself. You slowly made your way back to Sweet Pea’s side, pressing yourself against him. Everyone was smiling now.
Fangs was the first to get up. He stretched an open hand to you quickly, which you flinched back from initially. After a second, you slowly put your hand in his, the sleeves of your sweater slightly obstructing your hand from touching his completely.
“I’m Fangs, Sweet Pea’s best friend, basically. Nice to meet the guy who he talks about all the goddamn time,” he says with a chuckle, a side glance being thrown at Sweets. “Not gonna lie, you’re not what I was expecting as a partner of his, but I’m definitely pleasantly surprised.”
You smiled, muttering a quiet thank you. The others in front of you made their introductions, you getting more confident as time passed. Your giant of a boyfriend stayed beside you through it all, making sure you weren’t too uncomfortable with all the touching and new people.
As soon as all the introductions were over, everything was much more lively in the Serpents’ Den. With time, you knew you would grow to love the people and the atmosphere there. You didn’t know how you knew, you just did. Even if you didn’t, you’d still have Sweet Pea with you through it all.