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Some Things Never Change~ Jurdan

Jue and Cardan return to the Duarte family home to find a gift for Taryn's baby shower. A trip down memory lane leads them to reconnect with Jude's childhood best friend.

A chapter from The Captured King on wattpad (@ teddyhawkins thats me)

Word count: 2148

Jude's POV

The house still stood as it had the day I had left, almost identical to the pictures we had saved more than ten years before. Although now, instead of sun filled windows there were wooden boards, and the parallel-striped lawn was over grown. The door hung ajar, slightly off its hinges. I turned to look at Cardan, whose face was an indecipherable mask.

"Home sweet home." I muttered under my breath before heading up the cracked paving slabs. Running after me, Cardan's composure fell away a second later.

"Jude, are you sure we're okay to be here?" He asked quietly. "Are you sure nobody will be watching the house?"

I stopped just shy of the front door. "As far as this world is concerned, the Duarte family were massacred almost twelve years ago. No one is looking for us anymore, and no body is bothered about this house." I nudged the door open, groaning as it went. "There are things I should like to retrieve, if they're still here." "I'd follow you to the ends of the earth my dear, lead the way." He followed me inside, creeping as if he could somehow wake the ghosts that remained here.

The carpet was ripped up, presumably taken when the police came to investigate the murders. Still, though, a muddy brown stain remained and the floorboards in the vestibule. The sight turned my blood to ice and a cold sweat bead on my upper lip.

"Jude," Cardan tests, his hand grazing my shoulder blade. "What is it?"

I remembered the day Madoc took us, the day he made that stain. I remembered my white converse skidding in the blood, my legs too short to step entirely over it. "I- it's just hard. Being here, it makes it harder to pretend it all away. Let's just get what we came for and go."

I stepped over the stain and moved on through the house. In the lounge the TV was gone, the sofa was charred as if it had been set alight, soot crept up the wall behind it. On the chimney breast someone, probably an edgy teenager, had sprayed a pentagram, dripping and red. I moved on to the kitchen, noticing the notch in the door frame and another dirty brown patch on the floor. I looked out of the window, into the back garden. Our old swing set stood unused, the chains rusted orange, creaking gently in the autumn breeze. I turned to see Cardan sat on the breakfast bar.

"So this is a mortal kitchen."

"You've been to Vivi's apartment, you know what our kitchens look like."

"It's strange to think of you living here. Before all the... stuff happened." He spoke so softly, I could hardly hear him.

"It's stranger to be back." I left the kitchen and made my way upstairs. I had the best chance of finding what I came for up there. "You can wait here, if you want." I called back to him. He shook his head and jumped down off the island.

"No chance."

I pushed open the door I remembered to be mine. The sight sent another shiver through me. The room has been preserved, almost untouched. There drawers were still open, with the clothes we left behind. The bunk beds, made up with Peter Pan and pink floral sheets. "Mine was the bottom bunk, I used to be obsessed with Peter Pan. Sword fighting, pirates, fairies... I guess some things never change."

"Taryn had the flowers, I'm guessing."

"Like I said. Some things never change." I made my way over to our old bookshelves searching for my sister's favourite book. "Taryn would never like to admit this, but she always wanted to be a homemaker. My mom bought her this Tumtum and Nutmeg, I got the first Harry Potter book instead- which is also about magic-"

"I know, I've read them." Cardan said, surprising me out of my nostalgia.

"You've read them?" My mouth was agape, a shocked laugh at the back of my throat.

"The magic is somewhat rudimentary, I mean using wands? But I did cry in book seven." He seemed confused by my obvious shock.

"Okay, we'll discuss that on the way home. Anyway, I thought it would be nice to return her old copy, you know? For the baby shower." I shoved the book into my satchel and made my way towards the bedroom door. "Let's go."

He caught my arm. "Do you not want to stay? Take back some of your old things?"

"It's painful being here, with everything that happened here." For the first time, I realised how strong my husband was. "I do not know where you find the courage to sit in the burgh everyday, where your family was murdered. I am so sorry."

He shook his head. "You are my family. I don't need to dwell on that anymore."

We made our way out of the house, on the front lawn I took one final look at my old family home and sighed. "I can forget this now. I think I can do that." Cardan kissed me softly on my forehead and smiles.

"I think I saw some ragwort by the side of the house. I'll be right back."

I nodded and he turned and jogged away. I took the opportunity to look around the street I used to play on, the cracks in the asphalt, the weeds on the sidewalk, the girl across the street running out of her house...

"Jude?" I was startled out of my trance. "Jude Duarte?" She called.

"No, sorry." I panicked.

"Liar."

"You have the wrong perso-"

"So you're Taryn then?" I knew the girl. Or rather I used to know her, twelve years ago. A lot had changed since then. "I know it's you Jude."

"Jude Duarte is dead." I lied. "So is Taryn and so is Vivienne. They all died."

"Bullshit." She furrowed her brow and pursed her lips together.

Cardan strode around the corner, clutching a fistful of ragwort stalks, "Jude, are you ready to ride?" It was moments like that which made me remember why I used to hate him.

"Sorry, Jude Duarte is apparently dead." She called to him as she smirked at me. Cardan looked to me, visibly confused.

I sighed. "It's Rosie, right?" She grinned again and nodded. "Okay, Rosie, we were never here. "

"I knew he didn't kill you." She yelled. "I knew it! Everyone said I was crazy but I knew I saw him take you."

"Wait, you saw what happened?" Cardan asked. "You were there?"

"I called the police!" She continued to yell. "You left your bike at me house and I was returning it, I saw that guy take you. Sorry who is this guy?" She pointed to Cardan.

I turned to look at him and realised how strange this must've been for Rosie. Cardan, as beautiful as he was, did not look human. I had dressed him in sneakers and jeans but of course he hadn't concerned himself with disguising his pointed ears or his uncanny features, this was supposed to be a quick trip- in and out. Not to mention the fact that for all intents and purposes, to Rosie I was dead and had been for more than a decade. I looked back at Rosie and sighed.

"Would you like to come in? My folks aren't home, but I have some lemonade in the fridge." She asked sweetly. "I have some videos from when we were kids, if you want to see?"

There was a pang in my chest, a deep yearning to look back in time. But the thought of spending more time here with Rosie and seeing who I could have been coiled around that longing.

"We would love to." Cardan answered for me, taking my hand and following her across the street.

***

Rosie knelt next to an old VCR, feeding it an even older VHS tape. The label on the back of the cassette read Rosie and Duarte girls 2008. 2008? The year we were taken. The TV static dissipated and kicked into life, showing grainy footage of an orange summers day, brown lawns and tanned kids in shorts. The first few seconds of footage primarily consisted of Rosie's dad trying to figure out if the camera was on, that was until I heard a familiar voice; like something pulled from a forgotten dream.

"Mark, the red light is on. It's recording." The camera snapped up and I saw a man. The scruff of his beard and the chestnut brown of his eyes, the slight auburn of his hair catching in the August sun. I I grabbed Cardan's hand and squeezed.

"Jude?"

"That's... uh that was my dad." I said, lump catching in my throat. He squeezed my hand in return, his thumb rubbing gently circles against my skin.

I saw a girl, twin to my younger self sat on the grass with a young Rosie, pulling daisies from the grass and lacing them together, coronating each other with flower crowns. Taryn of course. Then of course there was Vivienne, a few years older than us but an eternity younger than I could recollect, sat under a shady tree. She wore the same disapproving then as she always had, as if she had never taken it off.

"I swear you're in this one Jude. Just wait a minute." Rosie mumbles, fast forwarding through what she must've thought was the most mundane memory, I didn't want to miss a thing. She pauses a rewinds it for a second. "You're going very fast, blink and you'll miss it."

For a moment, I didn't understand what she meant. Until I heard my father cheering and my mother screaming in horror. "Jude! Pull the brakes!"

There I was, a blur peddling faster than my little legs had ever gone before, or since for that matter. I flew down the street on my purple bike, which at the time I had insisted I was tall enough for, before crashing into my neighbours trash cans and flying over the handle bars. I landed in a heap on the floor, blood pouring out of my nose, my knees and elbows skinned and covered in gravel. The camera fell to the floor as Mark, Rosie's dad, ran over to me. My parents caught up a second later, picking me up and dusting me off. My mother fussed over me, pulling a Kleenex out of her pocket and dabbing my nose, but I pushed passed them and picked up my bike.

"I'm going again. I will jump over the trash cans." I couldn't help but laugh, some things never change.

***

We spent the afternoon and most of the evening in Rosie's living room, pouring over childhood memories. Cardan howled watching myself, Taryn and Rosie performing a dance routine to Wannabe by the Spice Girls, trying to convince our parents to let us have another sleepover.

"Jude still can't dance." He said, trying to catch his breath.

Rosie watched him cautiously, still unsure of what to make of him. "So, why did you never come home?" She asked tentatively. "I mean I always thought I saw you at the mall or in coffee houses or one time at a pool I think, so you I know you could come back but you never came home."

I thought about it for a moment before answering. "Where I've been, well where my sisters and I have been, is different. We had to change to survive. If you saw what I was truly like now you wouldn't have invited us in." Cardan watched me try to explain myself, engrossed. "Honestly, I am happy where I am. I made something of my life! But being here and seeing how things could've been for me... it makes me feel homesick but for life."

"Life sick?" She whispered.

"Exactly."

"I still have your bike." She grinned, sensing I didn't want to answer any more questions.

"Her what?" Cardan asked. I shot him a look that I hoped told him to shut up.

Rosie led me outside, she wandered into her garage and pulled out my purple bike, still scuffed with a flat tyre, but it was my bike.

"Take it home with you, wherever that is now. But come and visit us sometime, I want to prove to my folks that I'm not crazy."

I wheeled my bike up the driveway and out into the cool night air, turning back one final time to wave goodbye to my old friend. "Can you make her forget?" I whispered to Cardan.

"Why?"

"It'll be too hard to leave if she knows I'm still out there." I sighed. "There'll be questions, people will think she's lost the plot."

"No." He placed his hand on the small of my back. "You deserve to be remembered."

#jurdan #jurdan fanfic #jude duarte #jude x cardan #cardan greenbriar #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #the cruel prince #tfota fanfic #nostaligiacore #jurdan fluff #fluff #fanfic #book fanfic #fantasy

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lostcryptids · 1 year

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i also rec pentagram peter pan for horror shirts, they do limited drops so you have to follow them on instagram, but they do a lot of sales of stuff that didnt sell during the first drop. i have gotten a lot of stuff for super great prices

#im wearing a shirt rn actually i bought some friday the 13th ones from them i love theyre on comfort colors shirts :)

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nero-neptune · 1 year

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this isn’t me being a walking, talking ad, but this instagram shop “pentagram peter pan” has a 48 hr sale of neat looking revenge mcr apparel, if that’s of interest to anyone on here (they otherwise just sell horror related apparel, but this is the last time for this particular mcr run)

#i'm staring at the sweatpants like. i don't Need them. but they look too good #the shipping would be insane so that'd have to get sent to home #but i'm. pondering.#rambles #mcr

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emyluwinter · 2 years

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Hi darling!! Have you heard that there’s a masquerade event coming up? Quite perfect for your beautiful oc who I miss very much #teameric

btw how are you? ♥️

HI SILVA!!MY DEAR I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!! HOW ARE YOU?How are you feeling?

I well…….I was transferred to a part-time job….and….I now have the highest risk of losing my job at any moment and I will be left without any earnings and the search for a new one causes me wild stress and panic … ahah…But I'm holding on by some miracle. Thank you for worrying about me. I hope things are better for you.

ahem

Yes!!I am very excited about this "undisclosed" event. The last time when they told that there would be an event, but they didn't mention it and didn't show any cards… Hah..We got at full speed, into their stunning A Halloween event.

The fandom literally exploded then. The broadcast with the voice actors was very fun. I still remember how the voiceover voices of Leona, Malleus and Ville were dressed with such a suitable design for our boys.It was fun. And this is the only event in my memory with so many cards!!!

And the prayers of all the players with a bunch of different options for pentagrams and circles to call their favorite.

And we were shown the tail of Malleus in the chibi version…* grabs his heart every time he remembers* There are a lot of details and I now see how the Eng version is going crazy on this event.

I sincerely feel sorry for them when they get chapter 6…………………………………………………..just mentally prepare

So it will definitely be a very exciting event!! And as I understand it, a long one?

I read a theory somewhere that they want to announce Chapter 7 in December. Considering that this event is likely to take the whole of November, it will be quite a good option.

There were several theories that the masquerade was connected with the cartoon The Hunchback from Notre Dame De Paris. And that Malleus is the personification of the Hunchback. He was also locked in one place. A castle, I suppose. Only gargoyles are friends. Someone compared them to Sebek, Silver and Lilia. Ahahah.

Someone even mentioned that Malleus is related to Peter Pan.

IF THEY SHOW US TVST ESMERALDA, I WILL YELL. I'M REALLY ASKING. I REALLY NEED IT!!

I'M ASKING TOBOSO-SENSEI. SHOW MY LOVE FROM MY YOUTH!! I am very weak in front of Esmeralda……such charisma is my poor heart. I really love her very much. And I can't stand this knight who chased her and she "happily married him and gave birth to his son"

Fortunately, they did not go according to the original, it's even worse with the ending…

by the way

SILVA

DO YOU KNOW THAT THE VOICE ACTOR OF MALLEUS SANG THE OPERA "THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA"?!?!? Lord have mercy, I almost fell when I heard Tsunotaro singing the opera. This is too powerful please continue.

At first I thought you were talking about my Oc Yuu…..Pffffffff.

Looks like Eric stole your hearts for a long time~ Hmm, I can try to make something out of concepts for him. But I'm not sure…..

IT WAS VERY NICE TO SEE YOU HERE AGAIN, MY DEAR!!!

ahem

And the prayers of all the players with a bunch of different options for pentagrams and circles to call their favorite.

And we were shown the tail of Malleus in the chibi version…* grabs his heart every time he remembers* There are a lot of details and I now see how the Eng version is going crazy on this event.

I sincerely feel sorry for them when they get chapter 6…………………………………………………..just mentally prepare

So it will definitely be a very exciting event!! And as I understand it, a long one?

I read a theory somewhere that they want to announce Chapter 7 in December. Considering that this event is likely to take the whole of November, it will be quite a good option.

Someone even mentioned that Malleus is related to Peter Pan.

IF THEY SHOW US TVST ESMERALDA, I WILL YELL. I'M REALLY ASKING. I REALLY NEED IT!!

I'M ASKING TOBOSO-SENSEI. SHOW MY LOVE FROM MY YOUTH!! I am very weak in front of Esmeralda……such charisma is my poor heart. I really love her very much.

And I can't stand this knight who chased her and she "happily married him and gave birth to his son"

Fortunately, they did not go according to the original, it's even worse with the ending…

by the way

SILVA!

At first I thought you were talking about my Oc Yuu…..Pffffffff.

Looks like Eric stole your hearts for a long time~ Hmm, I can try to make something out of concepts for him. But I'm not sure…..

IT WAS VERY NICE TO SEE YOU HERE AGAIN, MY DEAR!!!

#san answers #san asks

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scurybooween · 2 years

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#Austin Pardun #Goosebumps #Peter Pan Pentagram #book #R.L. Stine #neon #Reader Beware #Slappy #Dummy #horror #horror art #halloween #halloween art #haunted mask #pumpkin head #jackolantern #pumpkin #shane #shana

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coquettefashion · 6 years

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galaxysgal · 4 years

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Tell me about the college roommates au where Poe is emo

Jshdjajdj OKAY

Just to establish the vibe, heres the message to @natthemess about this:

I just cant stop thinking about the concept of poe w/ black nails and eyeliner saying that the world doesnt understand him or some shit like that, and finn being his ray of sunshine bf

*checks compass* we have our heading *Jumps peter pan style out the window* here we goooooooooooooo

Please imagine Finn had a really sheltered upbringing. His parents werent huge assholes or anything, they were just ultra christian and so Finn and his sister (Rey) were really sheltered and basically knew nothing about the real world

So after Finn has gotten settled in his dorm room and his parents have left bc they have a church event to get back to, he just sits there patiently waiting for his roomate to arrive

In walks Poe, this guy wearing jeans, a red flannel, and doc martens, and has on eyeliner and/or black nail polish.

So Finn's immediate reaction is to be scared of this guy who is bopping his head along to whatever is playing through his ear buds.

Finn, panicked and thinking to himself: ohmygosh thats a pentagram on his backpack, he's gonna sacrifice me to Satan and ill never see Rey again-

But then the guy takes his ear buds out and holds out his hand with the most genuine smile and Finn's like okay, maybe he's not so bad

What follows is a year long journey of Poe showing Finn all the things he was sheltered from (Indian, Chinese and Thai food, Gilmore Girls, Friends, Supernatural, the Disney Princess and the Frog movie, Aladdin, Shawshank Redemption, Grease, Mean Girls, Harry Potter, Cards Against Humanity, Never Have I Ever, swear words, etc)

Poe helps Finn realize that A) he likes guys and B) its okay to like guys

Poe actually takes Finn to his first pride celebration :')

And then over the summer when Finn and Rey come home they voice their new opinions and their parents are appalled but thankfully dont kick them out

When Finn comes back to school he's like "o no, I'm in love with Poe."

Cue two oblivious idiots pining over eachother for about 4 months

Finally when they're ice skating cause Finn had never done that either, he tells Poe how he feels

Poe's like "holy shit this isn't real, dude ive been pining after you for a year now"

Finn is overjoyed, they go on dates and live happily ever after :)))

Bonus: Nat's answer to the message I sent her about this like weeks ago

Poe being absolutely non-conforming and Finn smiling at him like "sure babe i know school is bad but please let me do my math homework now I'll come cuddle later"

THEYRE ABSOLUTE SWEETIES OKAY?!??!

Thank you so much for asking about this!!!!

Taglist: @shibasus @kitmarloweki @stormpilotsrus @wheeliebinbyers @tinyphantomsalad

#sjjdjjx THIS #finnpoe #stormpilot #modern star wars #star wars sequel trilogy #star wars #modern finnpoe #finn #finn star wars #poe dameron #rey #rey (star wars)#mags' finnpoe chronicles #mags writes #aks #answered

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brokehorrorfan · 2 months

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Pentagram Peter Pan has Lisa Frankenstein apparel available until Monday, February 19, at 10am EST. The line includes T-shirts ($27), long sleeves ($34), and hoodies ($45). They’ll ship in 4-8 weeks.

#lisa frankenstein #kathryn newton #cole sprouse #diablo cody #zelda williams #horror #pentagram peter pan #shirt #gift #liza soberano #henry eikenberry #joe chrest #carla gugino #jenna davis #jennifer's body

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germ-t-ripper · 1 year

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08JAN23 Don't know if I ever seen merch for the movie THE RING before. Had to pick up this tee from Pentagram PeterPan when it was on sale.

#selfie #self portrait #the ring movie #merch #pentagram peter pan #gay bear #handsome bear #horror fan #daddy bear #muscle bear

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fandomfic-galore · 4 years

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But it's my day off.

Part two

Warnings: swearing. Slight smut. Witch things. Demons.

A/N I started this sober and finished it drunk so yeah have fun haha

You had green things, flying out of your hands. Y/n that's so cool” Peter said with excitement all over his face.

You were stood frozen in your spot. Peters excitement took you by surprise.

”care to explain yourself y/n?” Tony crossed his arms in front of his chest.

”no not really boss” smirking you wanted all of this to go away and now!

Paimon was behind you stirring as he woke up. Turning and kneeling in front of him, you wanted answers.

”couldn’t just leave me alone, could you?” you whispered to the demon king.

”now why...would I come to earth and not visit my ex.” he laughed at your expression. Why did he have to say that aloud?

”ex?” Steve said behind you. You swallowed the lump in your throat hard. Not moving from in front of the demon. You needed this demon do return to hell.

”oh yeah, y/n and I go way back. She tried to send me back to hell. But I fell in love with me instead… You see this little witch is the most powerful natural witch on earth. She is the only one who can send me back!”

”WITCH?” Every team member shouted behind you. With a cackle and a puff of smoke, Paimon vanished.

Hours had passed since the Avengers had discovered you were a natural-born witch. Pete was over-excited. Tony and Bruce wanted to run every test under the sun. Wanda got annoyed and left. Bucky couldn't give two fuck, and Scott was just as excited, if not more, like Peter. Steve... Steve was cautious about you. He was sizing you up, trying to figure you out.

”so let me get this straight. You were born with these powers and...and... I can't believe it” Bruce said with exhaustion in his voice. Stunned you locked eyes with him.

”you turn into the Hulk. How can you not believe I have powers?” you started to get annoyed at their constant questions. One of the reasons you never told them.

”anyway, we need to find Paimon before he turns you all into his slaves” there was no emotion in your voice. No expression crossed your face as you knew this was serious. Paimon had to be stopped before he caused some serious harm.

Getting up, you looked around the kitchen. Some of Paimon blood was on a wall. Crouching down, you became face to face and focused your energy. You couldn't locate him. It was as if he had returned to hell. He wouldn't go with fanfare, so that wasn't possible.

”so y/n...can you move things with your mind?... Can you read minds?..are you reading mine right now?...can you fly… Do you fly on a broomstick?” Pete neverending questions did make you laugh a little and brought some light to this ridiculous situation. Shaking your head towards him, his questions kept coming. ”do you have a spellbook?. Can I see it? Do you make positions? Have you ever turned anyone into a toad?”

Stopping in your tracks, Pete ran into you. ”no, but I have turned someone into a worm” you stated with all seriousness looking dead in his eyes. Gulping, he lowered his head more, knowing what to do. Reaching a hand on his shoulder ”Pete. I never did that, I like the questions, but right now we have a demon to send back to hell.”

The rest of the day was filled with Pete and Scott never leaving your side, fascination written across their faces. Steve still kept his distance. Tony tried to get you to do the test, saying it was part of your job description.

Laying down on the sofa in the massive common area. Steve approached you, looking at him upside down.

”We need to catch pieman.”

”paimon?”

”Yeah, I didn't like it when, when he said about your history” Steve looked away. The two of you had grown close over the past couple of months, and it seemed he was jealous of Paimon.

”look it was years ago. All I want to do is send him back to hell. However, I need a couple of things.”

He looked at you waiting for you to continue.

”I can't get them until it's Halloween though so get some rest. If you super-soldiers, do that?” laughing at you, Steve, joined you on the sofa. Moving your legs over his lap, he rested his head back and stroked your legs ever so softly until you fell asleep.

Waking up on Halloween you could the veil had been dropped the realm between the living and dead was open. It was the perfect time to send Paimon back to hell.

Walking into a conference room one, which is an actual conference room and not a kitchen you handed out each member of the team a list

”ok so dead man's fingers mean the plant not actual fingers off a dead man Tony,” you said walking to the top of the table. ”so Tony, Bruce and Wanda can you get items 1-5. Pete, Scott and buck can you get 6-10. Steve, you're me, 11-15. Got it. Right get going, we only have a few hours.”

”a green toads salvia are you sure y/n” Steve questioned as he followed you through a zoo.

”pretty certain. I've done it once. I can do it again.”

A few hours passed, and the team had collected back into the conference room.

”bubble bubble toil and trouble.”

”shut up, Peter” you scolded him as you dropped all the items into a pan on the stove.

The final item of the year mans fingers dropped in, and the potion banged with a puff of smoke. ”done” you stated trumpethly

Steve stepped forward as you bottled the potion. ”I'm coming with you y/n” stopping in your tracks you started to laugh.

”Steve you're a super soldier, not a witch. You... He might kill…”

”its not up for discussion.” you tried to say something but decided not against it.

Standing in a dark empty room with a pentagram sketched out facing north. You chanted the spell to summon Paimon. In a blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Steve.

”well, well, well. The Captain is here protecting his girl.” scuffing Steve threw daggers at the demon in front of him.

”if only you had the guts to tell her how you feel. Maybe I should…” a black puff of smoke engulfed Steve's face and entered his nostrils. ”I will go back on my own accord, but you two have fun tonight.”

Dropping the glass bottle. Steve's eyes turned black. ”y/n I need you. Now”

”have fun” with that Paimon disappeared. The darkness that filled the air left with him.

Steve, with significant strides, edged towards you. Grabbing your neck his lips found yours. This wasn’t Steve. You shouldn’t be doing this. But my god you wanted it. You have wanted this for so long but never dared to do anything.

Both of Steve’s hands cupped your ass. Lifting you up, you wrapped your legs around his middle. You walked you both to the nearest wall. His lips attacked your neck.

“Steve” you moaned. Grabbing onto his hair.

“Guys are you done. The movie is about to start” Bucky shouted through the closed door.

“This isn’t over.

#avengers smut.#avengers fanfiction #swearing #eventual smut #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader

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arismemearchive · 5 years

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>>Snarled’s Dark 5: Basement Discoveries Starter Sentences

“First thought: have y’all seen Silence of the lambs? I know what happens in wells. If the Ring girl isn’t crawling out of one, then there’s some old man dancing, telling you to put the lotion on your skin or else you’ll get the hose again. And I’m not going through that again, ______!”

“But I choose to believe it, much like everything else that is probably fake.”

“You’re telling me they lived there all this time and were like: ‘yeah, that’s fine, I bet that’s chill and nothing weird is going on there’?“

“’Scuse me, sir/ma’am... THE FUCK’S THAT!?”

“Or, it’s the leftovers of some very sinister Illuminati shit.”

“And, to be honest, I am down for either.”

“It’s not like a friendly man in your wall just checking up making sure you’re sleeping well. No, this is a secret man.”

“And they didn’t find Narnia.”

“Which I assume that is what they were looking for.”

“I dunno who keeps men in their walls... Besides me.”

“But no sign of where he/she/they showered... _______, you were a real catch until then.”

“Buried beneath a basement... Nefarious.”

“Do I think this is a coincidence? Of course, I don’t, because I am a living, thinking human being who KNOWS that the founding fathers used ritual sacrifice to get--” *gasps for air* “The Americas, everybody knows that. Everybody knows that the colonies are based on a pentagram system which is why traffic is so confusing. They live to confuse us, don’t believe them.”

“So I’m gonna ask you one time, ________ ________, where did you get those bodies?”

“I know you killed them! I don’t trust you!”

“Also I’ve never seen a $100 bill so I’m pretty sure you don’t even exist.”

“Who could do science stuff back then? You didn’t even have computers.”

“Which if I had known that were a thing, I would finally belong somewhere.”

“Actually, no it doesn’t, it’s pretty straightforward when you think about it. Peter Pan was a child who lived forever...”

“That’s really too sad for me. I can’t show you feelings so I’m gonna go. Bye, thank you for coming, you’ve been great, thank you.”

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Richard Ramirez Died Today Of Natural Causes

Richard Ramirez died today of natural causes Got amped up on speed and broke into houses Bludgeoned people to death wrote shit on their skin and left them They finally got and he went to San Quentin His last murder was south of San Francisco A guy named Peter Pan from the town of San Mateo The little girl in the tenderloin was his first And in the laundry room he took a doll from her fist His last days were at the Bristol hotel Was reading Night Stalker when I went and rang the bell The doorman buzzed, said, you’re just like them all Gave me a key and a black cat led me down the hall Had a flight today from Boston to Cleveland Got a death in the family gotta do some grieving Lost a relative and it’s eating me up And I make them real bad and I need a little love Richard Ramirez died today of natural causes These things mark time and make us pause And think about we were kids scared of taps on the window What’s under the bed and what’s under the pillow And the Jim Jones massacre got in our heads And the TV headlines Elvis Presley's dead And the Ayatollah Khomenei hostages And Ronald Reagan dodging bullets One day I'm gonna stroll through the old neighborhood Rick Stan's my age, still lives with his mom When he’s not in jail from innocent stalking Writing bad checks and cocaine charges Mark Denton had such a beautiful smile Always sat on the porch passing the time And drinking a beer and smoking a pack Until one day poor Mark had a heart attack My friend Ben's got a good job as an electrician Sister married the poor shark Jim Evans And my next door neighbors whom I love so And they love me too, but they passed long ago And if you walk just a few blocks down Stahl There's a house that was the scariest of them all A cute little palm with a sign "for sale" But those Sexton’s kids, life was hell And I’m telling the truth and if you don't believe Pick up Lowell Cauffiel’s House of Secrets Had to fly from Cleveland to SFO I got 3 months off until my next show Gonna spend time with my girl Make a record this summer Fix my kitchen up and hire a plumber The headlines change so rapidly Then I came to the studio to work on something pretty Then I saw the news on James Gandolfini While I was eating ramen and drinking green tea The Soprano's guy died at 51 That’s the same age as the guy Who’s coming to play drums I don't like this getting older stuff Havin' to pee 50 times a day is bad enough Got a naggin’ prostate and I got a bad back And when I fuck too much I feel like I'm gonna have a heart attack I woke up today I saw the headlines An airline crashed and 2 people died And I'm at a barbecue in San Rafael And everybody's drunk and feelin' pretty well At 53 years Richard Ramirez died But in ‘83 he was very much alive He was the scariest killer in the band He had a pentagram in the center of his hand And everybody remember the paranoia When he stalked the suburbs of Southern California And everybody will remember where they were When they finally caught the Night Stalker And I remember just where I was When Richard Ramirez died of natural causes

Writer: Mark Kozelek This is track from the Sun Kil Moon album “Benji”. Album was released in 2014 by “Caldo Verde” record label.

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true-crime-whore · 6 years

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Richard Ramirez the night stalker

Richard Ramirez committed his first murder in the Tenderloin District of San Fransisco. A nine-year-old, Mei Leung, was discovered in the basement of the hotel Ramirez was living in during 1984. She had been raped, beaten and stabbed. Her body was found hanging from a pipe in the basement area of the hotel. While this is Richard Ramirez’s first crime, he did not receive any credit for his first kill until 2009 when DNA from the crime scene was matched to Ramirez. The crimes Richard Ramirez committed during what is known as the era of the Night Stalker began June 28, 1984. Jennie Vincow, a 79-year old resident of Glassell Park, was found brutally stabbed to death. The attack happened while the woman slept. Her neck was cut so deep, she was almost decapitated. Ramirez was linked to the crime thanks to fingerprints found on the window screen he cut to gain access to Jennie Vincow’s apartment. The next Night Stalker crime occurred on March 17, 1985. Richard Ramirez shot 22-year old Maria Hernandez in the face as she pulled into the garage of her Rosemead home. She survived the shooting thanks to the keys she had in the hand she held up to defend herself from Ramirez’s attack. Her roommate did not fare so well. Dayle Okazaki hid behind the kitchen counter when she heard the gunshot that wounded Maria Hernandez. Ramirez shot her in the face as she peeked out from her hiding place. She did not survive the attack. Something about the attack on Hernandez and the murder of Okazaki set Ramirez off. He attacked another woman within hours of the Rosemead attacks. Tsai-Lian “Veronica” Yu was forcefully removed from her vehicle at the hands of a crazed Ramirez. She was shot twice with a 22 caliber handgun. Although she was rushed to the hospital, she did not survive the attack. Three attacks that led to two murders in one day gained Richard Ramirez media attention. At this point, he was known for rotting teeth and bulging eyes. He gained his first nicknames from the press: The Valley Killer and The Walk-in Killer. Within days, Richard Ramirez’s insatiable appetite for violence drove him to commit more murders. On March 27, Ramirez broke into the home of Vincent Zazzarra. It was in the Zazzara home where Ramirez perfected his killing style. The 64-year-old husband was murdered first, killed by a gunshot wound. His wife, Maxine, was then brutally assaulted and stabbed to death. Ramirez then gouged out her eyes and placed them in a jewelry box he found while robbing the couple’s home. The autopsy of Maxine revealed many of her stab wounds occurred after she had died. The killing of the husband and then assaulting the wife before brutally murdering her became Ramirez’s standard killing pattern. This attack also left the first real clue to assist police at the beginning of the hunt. In the flowerbed outside the Zazzarra home, a shoe print from a pair of Avia sneakers was found, photographed and a cast was taken off the print. This wasn’t much evidence, but it was a place to start. After killing the Zazzarra couple, Ramirez was at it again, this time in Monterey Park. On May 14, 1985, Ramirez entered the Doi home. Bill Doi and his disabled wife were tortured and assaulted by Ramirez. Bill Doi died of his injuries while in the hospital. Lillian was bound while Ramirez ransacked their home. Ramirez then assaulted and raped the poor woman. A short 15 days later, Ramirez continued his reign of terror. In Monrovia, Ramirez entered the home of sisters, 83-year-old Mabel “Ma” Bell and 81-year-old Florence “Nettie” Long. Ramirez attacked both women with a hammer he found in the home. He used an electrical cord to shock and torture Bell. He bound and raped Nettie Long and then used Bell’s lipstick to draw a pentagram on her leg and the walls of her bedroom. Age was not a consideration for Ramirez. Both women were comatose at the time they were finally discovered. Mabel “Ma” Bell died as a result of the attack. The Night Stalker’s reign of horror continued unchecked. Ramirez's next victim was 42-year old Carole King of Burbank. Carole’s 11-year-old son was home at the time of the break-in and assault. Both mother and son were handcuffed while Ramirez searched the house for valuables. After his search proved fruitless, he released Carole Kyle and forced her to show him where the valuables were hidden. He then repeatedly raped Carole, telling her not to look at him or he will cut her eyes out. Both mother and son survived the attack. Ramirez fled the home after binding them together. Richard Ramirez’s terror knew no bounds, geographically or otherwise. He killed in Arcadia, Sierra Madre and again in Monterey Park. In Sierra Madre, Ramirez entered the home of 16-year-old Whitney Bennett. After beating the girl with a tire iron, he searched in vain for a knife. When the search proved fruitless, he strangled the girl with a telephone cord. The telephone cord started to emit sparks while Whitney Bennett began breathing. This scared the satanist so much as he thought it was a sign from God. He fled the home. Bennett was lucky enough to survive the attack although she required more than 400 stitches to close her wounds. Not long after the Sierra Madre attack, Ramirez broke into the home of 61-year old Joyce Lucille Nelson. He beat her to death with his fists and then kicked her in the head, leaving behind another Avia sneaker print on the poor woman’s face. Evidently, Ramirez didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about evidence left behind during his killings. At the beginning of August of 1986, Ramirez committed two more attacks in rapid succession. In Northridge, he entered the home of Chris and Virginia Peterson. He shot Virginia. Chris ended up shot multiple times as he fought off Ramirez. Both Petersons were lucky enough to survive the attack. A mere two days later, Ramirez broke into the Aboweth home in Diamond Bar, California. He almost immediately shot the husband in his sleep. He brutally attacked Sakina Aboweth, raping her and demanding she “swear on Satan” that she would not scream. The couples' three-year-old child woke up during the attack. Ramirez tied the boy up and continued raping his mother. After Ramirez finished his brutal attack and fled the home, Sakina untied her son and sent him to a neighbors house for help. Both mother and son survived the attack. The Night Stalker’s reign of terror continued throughout the Los Angelas area. By the middle of August of 1985, Ramirez had seen news coverage of his crimes and knew he was being hunted. In a poor attempt to evade the investigation, Ramirez left the Los Angelas area and fled to San Fransisco. At the home of Barbara and Peter Pan, Ramirez continued exacting horror on his unsuspecting victims. As per his usual style, he shot Peter in the head before attacking, raping, and murdering Barbara. Before leaving the Pan home, Richard Ramirez used Barbara’s lipstick to scrawl a pentagram on the wall as well as the phrase “Jack the Knife”. After watching a press conference detailing the evidence, Ramirez dropped his Avia sneakers over the side of the Golden Gate Bridge, destroying an important piece of evidence. Detectives were furious about the press conference and the discussion of the evidence for this very reason. Perhaps the news coverage rattled Ramirez’s nerves and caused him to get sloppy or maybe he was exhausted from the pace at which he was committing his atrocious crimes. Either way, Richard Ramirez began to take bigger risks which left behind more evidence and allowed more opportunity for capture. On August 24, 1985, Ramirez attempted to enter the Ramero home in Mission Viejo. The Ramero family had just returned from vacation. The family’s 13-year-old son happened to be awake when Ramirez began attempting to gain entry to the house. He was able to scare the brave Night Stalker off while gathering valuable evidence. Thanks to young Ramero’s quick thinking, police had the color, model and make of the vehicle Ramirez was driving as well as a partial license plate number. The boy was under the impression he had chased away a regular, not-at-all sadistic thief. In reality, his actions probably saved his family’s lives. After the near miss in Mission Viejo, Ramirez committed his final break-in and attack. At the home of Bill Cams and Inez Erickson, Richard Ramirez once again followed his usual routine of shooting the male resident first, then attacking the female resident. Ramirez announced to Inez that he was the Night Stalker, further terrifying the poor woman. He made her swear on Satan before beating her and raping her. He stole what valuables he could find, told Inez to “tell them the night stalker was here” and fled the home. Inez was able to get free and find help for Bill Cams. Both victims survived their encounter with the Night Stalker. By allowing both victims to survive, Ramirez unknowingly aided in the investigation surrounding him. Inez was able to describe her assailant, helping detectives to form a better picture of the identity of the Night Stalker. Along with the description of Ramirez provided by Inez Erickson, a single fingerprint was found on the vehicle stolen by Ramirez in Wilshire Center. These two critical pieces of evidence were added to a cast of Ramirez’s Avia sneaker prints. The fingerprint was enough to give police the rap sheet for a 25-year-old, drug addicted drifter known as Richard Munoz Ramirez. Detectives held a press conference where a mug shot of Ramirez was released to the public. Detectives made it clear they were on to Ramirez by saying during the press conference, “We know who you are now, and soon everyone else will. There will be no place you can hide.” Time was running out for Ramirez. He was getting sloppy and the police now had a clear target. Detectives had enough insight to stake out local bus stations in hopes of catching Richard Ramirez Night Stalker attempting to flee the area. Ramirez had returned from a quick trip to see his brother in Texas. Realizing he had been spotted by police, the courageous Night Stalker hid behind an elderly Hispanic woman, declaring himself “the matador” or the killer in Spanish. He then fled, attempting to carjack two different people in the process. Eventually, a crowd of bystanders surrounded him, beat him, and held him until police arrived to arrest him. The Night Stalker’s reign of terror had finally, mercifully ended.

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