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#MAN I DON'T WANNA REWRITE EVERYTHING AGAIN....

piccolos-bigtoe · 3 months

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First pic is based on a funny text going around. Scout is such a charmer. And yet again the way I draw him changes. Loose doodles while I "take a break" from working (I took one look at my current project, went over it once, and said "if I do this right now my brain will die" and then cried for an hour and doodled) mannnn even now drawing feels like pulling teeth but I wanna do it man. I'm like,,, trying to improve my life so I'm trying to make myself do something when I feel like doing nothing to keep myself active, I also started going on walks and I'm trying to eat more and drink less soda.

I think my house is haunted because I keep finding the bathroom light on when I think I turn it off but also I don't believe in ghosts so I'm unsure. I wrote a Sniperscout fic and now I'm liek going over it and rewriting everything because all I can think is "his ass would NOT say that" and I'm right their asses wouldn't say some of those things so I am fixing it because I am proactive.

#tf2 #my art #tf2 fanart #tf2 sniper #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #sniperscout #speeding bullet

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emo-trash88 · 13 days

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Hii:3 so I've been reading your works and I LOVE them (especially the Ramshackle and Hazbin hotel <3) so I was wondering if yo could write an one shot about Stone with a Male! Reader about what it would be like to sleep with him (you know, cuddles and cuddles and stuff) I have a hc about skipp and vinnie trying to grab the blanket for them while they sleep (obviously not knowing) and i even see them half fighting and pulling the blanket at each other while they sleep and I feel like (of the three) stone is the lightest sleeper so you could say he suffers the most with that so reader help him fall asleep again? I'm sorry if I made it too long but I better leave it until here because then I start to extend more and in fact this is already extending more but my English is not so good and I had to use translator in several parts of this to make sure that if I wrote it well but anyway sorry for making it so long sorry again

-🥸 (I love this emoji omg it looks so silly and goofy and it reminds me of me fHAHSJANAJANJSGDUSIWJAJJ)

Ofc I would love to write this! Also dw about your english, I understood it very well! I couldn't really find a good way to write it in one shot form (I'm so sorry 🙏🙏🙏) but if you want me to try and rewrite it just let me know!

Stone x M! reader

Pronouns: Second person, implied male

Tw: uhhh, too much fluff???

- So I'm gonna preface this by saying I don't think Stone is particularly touch starved(I know a lot of people headcannon him as being touch starved(no shade to them)), he just doesn't like touch very much.

- Like in several scenes we see him tell Skipp to not touch him or to let go off him.

- So I think cuddling would be a kind of thing where it's not often, unless it's like winter time or on of y'all is drunk off your ass.

- But I feel like Stone would be really cold in general.

- Like cold hands, cold feet, cold everything

- So idk if y'all like that but it's the truth.

- That being said, he's probably a blanket hog by accident and it turns into a fucking war just to not freeze to death.

- Also cuddling with him lowkey sucks. Like he's basically a sack of bones, and last time I checked that is not super duper comfortable.

- And then ofc, we have the lovely Vinnie and Skipp.

- They thought it would be silly to take away the blanket y'all were sharing (Cause no amount of alcohol can raise that man's body heat nearly enough to be comfortable)

- He obviously woke up (Because I agree, light sleeper Stone for the win!!!)

- And you wake up to people yelling at 2:00am (sounds just like home)

- But in all, do I think he dislikes cuddling, yes. Do I think he's freezing cold all of the time, yes. Do I think cuddling with him would probably be hella uncomfortable, also yes. But none of that should stop anyone.

- Go cuddle your angsty sickly victorian looking boy to your hearts content (dw I wanna cuddle with him too)

I just realized this lowkey sounds like pure Stone slander, I PROMISE I AM TOO A STONE SIMP I SWEARR 🙏🙏🙏

#ramshackle x reader #ramshackle #stone x reader ramshackle #stone ramshackle #i dont fucking know #how the hell did I write this?

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credince--writes · 1 year

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Jitters, Chapter 1 (Remastered)

Chapter One: Security Protocol

Jitters is a PMC brought onto the support 141 operations, much to the distaste of the 141 group of PMC's.

The Remastered version of the original Jitters.

A/N:

Welcome to the rewrite guys! I actually will have my shit together this time, so that means tag lists will be happening! Lmk if you wanna be on it *as I sensually waggle my eyebrows at you*

This wasn't the first time she was sent out to a base.

This was probably the third, actually.

Laswell would send her where she was needed, so a lot of the time she found herself drifting around. She'd be stationed somewhere, finish up the needed task, and then run back to Laswell like a lap dog waiting to go fetch the ball again.

It sucked,

but so would sitting in a jail cell, so this would have to do.

The particular team she was stationed with was once again some kind of special force needing someone behind a screen that knew what they were doing, mainly to route them through a complex series of tunnels while avoiding security systems. Shutting off power when necessary.

Teaming up with some British team, she couldn't exactly remember the name she was too busy directing Sergeant Dumbass through a tunnel.

"You're going to have a series of laser security systems roughly twenty feet in front of you. Big red door next to it. Don't pass it until I give you the clear." Jitters spoke into her microphone.

"How the hell do you know it's red?" There was a gruffness to his voice, there always was whenever she spoke to the special forces guys- always a bit of a ruggedness at the edge of their voice as they’d trudge through shitty abandoned building after the next. She supposed after long enough they were in it for the thrill- when the glamorized ‘saving the world’ complex wore off. Hunting for adrenaline, pushing until the blood pounding in your ears gave the high they were searching for.

"I'm looking at you. I can see your bald spot." She responded, sighing after the mic cut off and leaning back in her chair.

It was as if they’d never really believe her- as she watched overhead. Either from their trackers or through the cameras scattered throughout a building.

The man she was observing through the screen turned around to face the camera and flipped it off before following his directed path.

"Alright... Hang tight for a moment please." She says, tapping into a separate comm unit.

"Miles this is Jitters, what is the status?"

"Dealing with some issues." His voice calmly- too calmly replied. The kind of shutoff you layer over when something is going wrong and before everything goes to shit.

"What kind of issues?" She cranes her neck over, glancing at the wall that separated the two of them. Her eyes narrowed on the concrete as if she were ready to melt through it-

But it was always like this, and even though she was confident that it would be resolved, that everything would be ok in the end. The tremor in her hands always found itself present, the jittering of her fingers on the keyboard as the anxiety and adrenaline started flowing.

She could never understand why people would seek it- the feeling of adrenaline in their veins.

"They're being resolved don't worry about it." His clipped voice spoke again.

"Miles I have three minutes before I lose stability on my end. Whatever issues you're running into need to be resolved fast."

There was silence on the other end.

It always died into silence.

…

That wasn't the last time Miles had become a major threat to the welfare of a mission, that and pain in her ass. It wasn't that he was totally incompetent- just enough that he was constantly putting teams in danger. A combination of spite and pride. Something she was familiar with, as much as she’d stuff it deep down and ignore it.

Constantly putting people in danger, either because he was still too bull-headed to accept help when she was trying to give it or was trying to prove himself in some respect.

That was until the current team they were assisting left, leaving the two of them with the base squad while another task force was brought in.

It was always some kind of task force- special operations unit, reacted names, and masked faces.

She had heard in rumors around the base that this Task Force- 141 is what it was called was something different. She was never given any real background on the teams, or redacted information but enough to get by to understand the premise of the operations. They were put on the real dirty jobs. The things that needed to be kept quiet.

Things she always ended up in her lap.

She was disposable- not that Laswell would ever explicitly say it.

She’d never be a liability because she no longer had the same ‘free will’ another had.

There was no going home,

Only the next mission.

The next dirty job.

She realized this when she was put into a separate briefing room from the rest of the squad she was stationed with. She was going to know more sensitive information, her and Miles, that is.

It was a pretty simple mission, but from what she understood very bloody on one end. It was infiltrating an enemy base, force, or stealth.

Whatever was necessary.

The day 141 arrived she was sitting on a crate fidgeting with one of the radios a private had brought up to her needing to be fixed. The pleading looks on his face to keep it quiet before his Sergeant found out and ripped him a new one. She didn't know what was up with them, but they seemed absolutely prone to breaking things in the most moronic ways. Made sense though, she saw a group of them dragging a fellow private around the warehouse floor as a mop.

The sound of a helicopter landing could be heard in closer proximity than normal, and the rolling doors opened to reveal the awaiting squad.

One thing Jitters always found amusing was the strange choices of hair, facial hair, or not that the men in the military would choose. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Miles approach, his chest puffed out in an attempt to stand taller as he approached her.

"I want Skull." He said.

She quirked a brow. "Bet he'll chew you up n' spit you out." She responded.

"Masked ones are always important." He responded. "You can take whatever team the skull guy isn't on."

"Hm." Leaning back and resting her hand against the crate trying to push down the dread that always seemed to rise up in her throat like bile when a new mission was presented. They were definitely observant, they had to be or they would be dead. Scanning and surveying the room. She watched as a grown-ass man with a mohawk stared at the two of them.

She matched his gaze, returning his intensity before he blinked and looked away. Miles had already left her side, walking to the debriefing room where the new arrivals were headed too. She sighed and stood up, following Miles to the room where the men had already gathered and seated around the table. Peeking her head in after Miles, she stepped in.

"Right on time you too." She heard Lt. Gulch say, he was heading the front of the table. Getting ready to explain new developments that had occurred in the last hour or so- papers scattered below on the table. Manila folders and ramblings in his oh-so-familiar chicken scratch tacked to the walls.

Jitters settled at the back of the table, sitting next to a man with a unibrow of a mustache on his face while Miles scurried over to sit in the general proximity of the masked giant at the table. There was a tension within the room- which was to be expected. The task forces were one and the same, usually tight-knit groups of men who would rather die than put their lives in the hands of someone they weren’t familiar with- someone they didn’t know they could trust.

Gulch began to lecture on about developments, explaining that the team would be split into two. One going from under, another storming in from the top of the building to sandwich in the center, then moving on to secure multiple other locations. Usual clearing tactics, no NVG, quick and dirty if need be, but keep it as clean as possible in respect to making cleanup easier. The navigation of the building would be difficult- security constantly changing but a recent finding of a lack of protection in their digital space provides an opportunity for them to breach.

"Which is why we have these two here today, one will be assigned to each of your teams. I'll allow you to choose as they will be a part of your respective teams for the next week." Gulch continued.

She always dreaded this part.

Introductions.

As if they really cared about who they were, and what they really did. Moreso once they understood what she was, her presence here.

Not that they’d ever question it, it seemed that all of them were connected one way or another to Laswell, and with her ‘stamp’ of approval, or ownership they wouldn’t ask many more questions.

Miles stood up, introducing his name and rank, and then sat down.

Jitters looked at him, then looked around the room not bothering to stand up. Avoiding every contact and trying to keep her voice even level. Not to stand and show the shake of her hands and the anxiety that these introductions always brought her. "They call me Jitters."

There were a few questionable glances given in response. Mustache piping up from next to her. "What about your Name & Rank?"

Gulch piped in. "Classified, and Jitters is a PMC sent in specifically for this assignment."

She watched as Mowhawk sat back in his chair and grumbled something to Skullface. Before he piped up. "Why is there a PMC on this job, do we not have techs?"

"Laswell had her sent in specifically, I'm under higher orders from General Spots, and advisement of Laswell. Which I don't plan on ignoring, is that a problem MacTavish?"

Mowhawk MacTavish sighed, and sat back. "No. Ghost and I will take Miles then."

Skullface nodded.

Apparently, his name was Ghost.

Mustache nodded, "Alright then. Jitters." He said with a little bit of hesitancy. "You, Gaz, and I will be the second team infiltrating from the top of the building once our first steps are secured."

She gave him a nod. "Is this still a pack & pull operation? Two, one, and gather?" She asked to the inhabitants of the room.

"Yes," Gulch started. "Team two will be in the field for two days while Team one remains in the field for one, returns to drop off, then stays until Team one meets back. Both teams will then follow to finish in one day- or however long it takes to fulfill the remaining objectives."

Jitters leaned back in her seat. "Are they aware of how it's going to work?" She nods her head back to the man behind her.

Gulch shrugs a little. "Was hoping you could explain, you start losing me when you're going on about satellites."

“Well-” She opened her mouth to speak.

"I can." Miles volunteers, standing up, cutting her off with the ever-present smirk on his lips.

"We are going to be equipping you all with specialized comms' routed through one of our satellites for this mission. We will be able to remotely access cameras throughout your route and give information as needed. Once you reach your target point, question and deal with the target then we will work on acquiring intel in either of these two points." He points behind him at the map. "Once the initial is finished, your teams will separate once more to finish out delegated tasks. The comm. systems are separated to further security, so all traffic will need to be routed through us."

"Why will our comms be separated?" Gaz asks.

"Well…" Miles pauses, faltering for a moment to gather his words.

Skullface scoffs.

She could see the embarrassment burn knot Miles face, hands clenching together at his sides.

"It's in case one of you is KIA, or have your communications compromised. Doesn't compromise both groups, keeps it segregated into one team." Jitters bumps in, shooting a side glance to Miles as his head snapped over to glare. "Miles also forgot to mention the lockout segments of the map where no one will be able to get any communications out. From what we know they lined these segments well enough to half any communication traffic through their walls. You'll all have to resort to more unique means of keeping the communication line open."

"Enlighten us." Ghost said, crossing his arms.

"One of each of your team is going to have to secure access to the vent system once you gain access to the fortified rooms. Your partner will be able to hear you through the vent, and the partner inside the vent will be able to further communicate."

"I won't fit in a vent," MacTavish says matter-of-factly.

"I'm sure you'll manage." Gaz replied.

The door opened, and one of the other Luitenants’ heads popped in "Jitters, you're needed immediately." There was that tone of urgency- not one of dire the world is going to end.

No, that was usually the pre-mission ass-chewing.

Gulch shot a glare. "What is it?"

"Laswell is on the line right now." They responded.

"God Damn it." Jitters groaned. Standing up and turning "Yea, Yea, I'll be there in a second. Miles finish where I left off and don't forget half."

He glared in response.

...

Had the call been important? Not really. It was more as if her mother had called to give her a preliminary chewing out before she was sent off to summer camp. Finishing off the call with "Don't let anything get in the way of this mission."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Walking out of the private room she was pulled into the take the call with Laswell, mind running through the different scenarios of things going wrong and how to fix them all before they actually happened. Taking a stride down the hallway as something bumped into her shoulder. Looking over she was met at an equal height with Miles.

"Don't. Ever." He pushed her shoulder against the wall and leaned up to her, "Pull what shit again in a meeting again." She could feel the heat of his breath on her skin, the venom that dripped out of his words, and the anger that flashed in his eyes when he spoke. She almost wanted to laugh- him making a fool of himself in the briefing and acting big and strong and smart. Only for it to blow back up in his face.

Did she need to call him out in the meeting in the way she did?

No.

Did she do it anyways?

Of course.

"Kids. What the fuck are you doing?" They heard Gulch's voice.

"Nothing Luitenant." Miles answers quickly, before leaving.

"Captain Price and I would like a word," Gulch says nodding his head over to a door, before leading her and Price into the same meeting room as before.

"I need to know that you'll have our backs." Price says, tilting his head down to match her gaze. "We've had a... Bad track record with PMCs." There was a graveness to his tone- one that didn’t feel fabricated in the way the Captains and Luitenants and Seargants would always create to seem more serious. To try and scare someone into submission. But it felt real- a layer of pain beneath the surface of the simple words ‘bad track record’.

There was a history behind them, and it put her on edge.

It was already a losing battle gaining their trust for a short mission, but to already be put so far behind and to have this layered on top of it would spell disaster for the operation as a whole. It made dread crawl up her throat, fingers digging small crescents into her palms before sucking in a breath and leaving her tone out to portray confidence.

She shrugs. "I don't think Laswell would've sent me here if I wasn't going to cover you. I was briefed on the mission before you came here, when it was still supposed to be in the Nordics."

"How do you know Laswell?" Price asks.

Jitters looks to Gulch, nearly desperate to explain why, who shrugs in response.

Asshole.

She couldn’t- wouldn’t lay it all out on the table. It would be stupid to, and he had no reason to know, no right. It wasn’t his place, Captain or not. Even so, she could feel the cocky energy radiating off of Miles hoping to watch her stutter, to watch her fail and prove she wouldn’t be reliable for the mission.

She was sure he wanted her pulled from it.

Fake it til you make it, isn’t that what they say?

"I'm who Laswell sends out when things need to be done right… if that makes any sense." Jitters replies simply. Maybe it was a mild middle finger to Miles, who always seemed to find a hiccup and magnify it until it nearly ruined an op- but it was who she was.

She was sent to these jobs.

She read the redacted paperwork.

And she worked in the background, trudging behind a soldier to download files in the field or to hide behind a screen and direct.

Price nods. "Perfect. See you in the morning."

"Yea..." She says, watching everyone file out, leaving her in the empty room.

Waking up bright and early- it couldn't even be called that. It was nighttime. Dark. And fucking cold. That's what it was. Waking up dark and cold.

Jitters grumbled to herself, pulling on her clothes for the day and picking up two gadgets off of her work table, and making her way outside.

"Good to see you're finally up." She heard Miles say from the side of her as she walked into the warehouse where the men were suiting up.

She walked up to Gaz and Price who were prepping their weapons and gear. "Come here please." She says, rubbing her eyes.

"What's up?" Gaz asks.

Jitters reaches into her pocket and pulls out two small button-like forms. "These are vibrators- God." She groans, face heating up at the statement and realizing once the words left her mouth what a shitty idea naming them was. "Not like that though, here." She quickly adds, seeing the twitch upward in the two men’s lips. She reaches out and grabs Gaz's hand, pulling him a little closer to her. Grabbing his glove and sliding it into the center of his wrist.

"If you're in a situation that you can't verbally respond, you buzz me. I'll be asking yes and no questions. Two for no and three for yes." She explains, handing the other to Price before looking at her watch. "Example." She taps on her wrist twice, and the two men look down at the feeling of the little machine buzzing on the top of their wrists.

"I'll be asking you something along the lines of checkpoint reached. I know this is going to be a stealth operation so minimizing any potential faults in your navigation is at the height of my priority."

"Thanks, neva' had something like this before." Gaz says.

Price nods, "We will establish a connection when we reach point A."

Jitters nodded, "Copy that."

Once she had finished with Price & Gaz, she’d hung back for a moment to watch Miles sputter and suck up to the two other men. It was almost comedic- watching him try and flex his theoretical muscles of technical operations as if they really cared. "You got some brown on your nose." She comments to him.

"Fuck you."

....

After the connections were established, the teams had moved out. From what she gathered Miles was having to deal with all of the feedback from water sloshing in the comms.

Have fun with that, you prick.

Advancements on her end were made quickly and methodically, leading the team through their routes with limited enemy casualties to maintain the stealth the mission required.

Soon enough the garble could be heard over the comms.

"Entering blackout area, be advised. Notify when placement is established overhead."

She waited.

And waited.

In reality, it was only a few minutes before she felt three buzzes on her wrist.

"Establish a connection, notify when established."

Soon enough, three buzzes were felt again on her arm.

"Maintain your location until advised. Waiting for the crash."

One,

Two,

Three.

Yes.

She stood up, looking over to Miles who was frantically typing. Why was he typing? Had they already trigged a security protocol in the building? How hard was it for him not to fuck something up- for once, one time, she begged in her own mind. Just once, for everything to go smoothly.

Maybe when hell froze over.

"Miles I need an ETA."

"Dealing with complications." He mutters out.

She almost wanted to sneer back ‘all you have is complications’, but she held it back. For now.

"Miles I have limited time, sort your shit out, and do it quick."

"Location compromised," Miles yelled out, throwing his back against his chair and tossing his hands into his hair, and groaning, quickly slouching back forward to continue back on working on whatever he was frantically typing for.

"Fuck." Jitters whisper yelled. Rushing back to her desk she established a connection with Price and Gaz. "Changing plans, begin upload procedures now. You'll be seeing friends in less than five."

One,

Two,

Three.

Leaving her desk, but keeping the earpiece for her team in her ear she marched over to Miles. "Tell me what's happening."

"Triggered security protocol Alpha-3."

Her gaze hardened on him. "You're shitting me."

"No!" He whisper yelled back, trying to keep his voice quiet, even though it wasn’t calm by any means. “Why would I be shitting about that?”

"We need our eyes here Miles." She could hear the voice of Mactavish through his earpiece.

"How could you of fucked it that bad?" She asked, hand reaching up and gripping onto his chair, leaning over to take a look at his screen.

"Shut up!" Miles snapped back at her.

That horrible feeling crawled up her spine, the feeling of it like the legs of a spider creeping up to her neck. If neither of them did anything, if Miles didn’t do anything and quickly the entire operation would be a bust and not only would the current operatives in the building be in danger, but more importantly- at least to Jitters- the mission would be a failure.

And Laswell meant what she said on the call.

"Don't let anything get in the way of this mission."

Her arm reached out, grabbing Miles shoulder and pushing on it, trying to get him out of the seat while she pushed forward trying to slot her hips into the chair. "Move."

"What?" He asked, eyebrows raising as if he didn’t hear her the first time, as if her words weren't clear enough. His body pushed forward and he leaned back against it, fighting the of her hand against his shoulder by simply leaning into it and ignoring it.

"You heard me. Move." She urged again.

"Miles!" MacTavish emphasizes in his comm.

"Fuckin', move." Jitters removed her hand, sidestepping behind the chair and pushing his back forward while pulling his chair out simultaneously, his body lurhcing forward then leaning back to no longer be met with the chair, flat backing onto the floor as she quickly slid into the seat. Arms stretched out and tapping a few letters on the keyboard.

"What the fuck is going on over there." Ghost hisses through the comm.

"There is a room 200 feet to your left. It will be next to the main line in the underground system. Get there now." Jitters orders.

"What?" Mactavish asks.

"Move your ass. Now!" She all but yells into the microphone.

"Jitters how copy?" She can hear Gaz ask.

"Hold." She says, merging the two communications teams together.

"Sounded like you were fighting back there." Gaz comments.

"I was. connection established- both ends. Can you hear us?" She asks.

"Affirmative." The four men all but say in unison.

"Security protocol Alpha-3 has been activated, meaning I am going to need some coordination on both sides. Gaz I need you to slide back to where you were a bit ago- the panel with the blue lights."

"Copy."

"Price you'll need to take that cord you've got plugged into the system and remove it, ignore the lost progress it doesn't matter what matters is making sure this isn't fucked."

"Copy."

"Ghost I need you to cover while Mac' opens up the panel that should be next to the outgoing pipe. That is a centralized break. One of them should be labeled with a XX83. When I say, flip it and get ready for it to go dark. You'll need to use your night vision to move through the rest of your trajectory. We are trying to make this look like a simple malfunction in the security system. A glitch."

"In the location" Gaz affirms.

"Gaz remember those two wires I just had you cut?"

"Yes."

"I need you to cut the third to the right- white with writing on it. And You're gonna need to stick the two hot ends together. it's gonna make a light show so don't stick your head in there. Notify when complete."

She waited a few moments, nearly feeling the cold sweat collecting on her neck. The feeling of adrenaline, of anxiety creeping up and making her ears feel hot. Feeling her pulse in her fingers as her hands moved furiously to input information as needed to make sure that the mission was not compromised.

"We have inbound security patrol." Ghost replies.

"Copy. Standby." She replies.

"It's complete," Gaz Responds, a slight crackling in the background of his comms. "You were right, made a hell of a show."

"Flip it now MacTavish."

"Copy."

"Lights will be down for roughly 45 seconds. You need to move now you too. Price, plug in now."

"Copy."

"Established."

"Alright, the security system is resetting. Clear, for now, finish that download and get the fuck out of there."

She leans back in her seat, glancing over to meet the glare of Miles. Disconnecting the Coms from each other she shot him a glance. "You want your job back? Or are you gonna fuck it up again?" She sneers.

"Get out of my chair." He grits out, jaw tense as he stands.

She pulls his earpiece from her head, tossing it at him and standing. No so gently tossing his chair to the side and listening to it clatter on the ground as she makes her way back to her chair.

"Fine by me, this chair smells like shit anyways."

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bitchywitchyvibes666 · 1 year

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🌶NSFW Drabble about Hawks x fem reader,

His s/o gets depressed about how her body looks after buying a cute dress, she don’t like how her body looks in the dress. Hawks notices how down she is and helps her relief her sadness.

A/n: I'm so sorry if this is bad, I rewrote it like 12 times and I know it's not perfect but I might rewrite this and maybe longer, idk yet. Hope you like it darling xx

Third person pov ~~~~~

Warm hands wrapped around soft thighs to keep them pressed against his lips, his tongue continuing it's abuse until she quivered and shook nearing her blissful end.

His tongue stopped abruptly and golden eyes met her glazed over ones as she whined at the lose of contact. All he could do was smirk and shake his head at his pretty dove.

"Don't worry my pretty bird, you'll cum. I just wanna do the job right and make sure my dove stays happy and knows how beautiful I find her."

He dove right back in and savoured every whimper, moan and breathless sigh of his name and he worked her all the way back to her end. His cock straining against his sweats just waiting to be buried deep inside the prettiest pussy he'd ever seen but that could wait, all that matter right now was making her so fucked out she couldn't remember why she was sad.

Flashback ~~~~

Keigo watched as she curled in on herself as she sat on the furthest side of the sofa. It had been like this for days maybe even nearing weeks, after her dress arrived. She had been so excited to try it on and basically ran to the bedroom, only to come back without it on.

Clad in his baggiest hoodie with the hood puled over her soft hair and the largest sweats she owned covering every inch of her perfect legs, she kept her distance and refused to acknowledge the dress or that she ever bought it. Keigo was a smart man but it did take him a couple of days to notice she pulled away from him and his touch, that she brushed off all his advances. It took him slightly longer to realize why it was happening and why the light in her eyes had dimmed.

He'd gotten on his knees in front of her and begged for a explanation on what was going on in her pretty little head, why she was pushing him away and why she wasn't wearing the dress. He had so many questions, didn't she like it? Wasn't it the right colour? Was the fabric scratchy? It took only a few pretty words and worried questions before she broke and told him everything.

That the dress wasn't the problem, it never was. It was beautiful...perfect even, it was her body that was the problem and she had always known that Keigo was out of her league but never truly knew by how much until she saw herself in that dressed. The way it hugged in all the wrong places but sat baggy in others, her body just wasn't what Kei deserved.

To say Kei was shocked was an understatement, how could she ever think she was anything less than perfect? How could she ever think he'd want anyone but her? That from the hair on her head to her perfect tits and plush thighs and beautiful legs, she was perfect. Hell he got a semi any time he even thought about her, his self control almost non-existent when she was near.

Well all that mattered to him right now was making her happy again and making sure she knew how beautiful she was and he was more than happy to show her how beautiful he thought she was, in and out of that pretty little dress.

#bnha hawks #hawks smut #hawks x reader #hawks x you #mha hawks #keigo takami #pro hero hawks #takami keigo #hawks x female reader

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Word Count: 3.6K Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life is at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same. Chapter: 19/? A/N: Um, cannot believe this story is at 19 chapters already. like, what? I'm thinking of separating the series into each of the books, that way we don't get to like 100 chapters because it's basically just a Twilight rewrite 😅😅 My content will always be free, but if you’re feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts or buy me a coffee to support me and my love of writing Follow 😊 -> TikTok • Instagram • Business If you’d like to be tagged in this or any other story: click here Make sure you have my notifications on so you know every time I post! Please check if you’re tagged in the story, I’ve reached the limit of tags on Twilight again it seems. 😅

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Chapter 19

(Y/N) felt guilt surging through her as she knocked on the door of the Swan residence. She knew she had been in pain. That just like Bella she had been abandoned by the person they thought was the love of their life. But she had crawled out of the dark hole she had sunk into, fighting tooth and nail against everything that wanted to keep her down. Although, she could still feel their claws scraping at her skin, breathing down her neck, and whispering their return.

But even if she still wasn’t a hundred percent healed and she still cried herself to sleep on the nights she was alone, she wanted to at least help Bella take the first step out.

“(Y/N),” Charlie smiled. “Thank you for coming over.”

“Of course, Charlie. I just wanna make sure Bella gets better, or at least start to.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you. And you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” he stammered slightly. “Before the Cullens left, there was talk in the town about the doctor. You know, about who he was seeing…”

“You’re wondering if we were together?” (Y/N) smiled, pushing down the sadness that was threatening to spill out with her words. “Well, I’ll let you know that those rumors were true. And, yes, just like Bella, he broke up with me and left. I’m guessing that’s why you asked me to talk to her.”

“It is,” he smiled awkwardly. “I’m not usually keen on small-town gossip, but I’d heard that you had been in a funk since they left, and I put two and two together. And seeing how well you’re doing now, I needed to throw out a hail Mary and see if you could help Bella.”

“It’s okay, Charlie. I knew that people talked about us,” she said reassuringly. “And though it’s been hard, with the help of my friends and family, I was able to start piecing myself back together. I only hope I can help do the same with Bella.”

“I hope so to,” he breathed defeatedly. “I have to run out to work right now but you can help yourself to anything in the kitchen or you can get some pizza, or even take Bella to the diner. I’ll cover the whole tab.”

“I think we’ll manage, Charlie. But thank you,” she chuckled. “I’m no miracle worker but I will try my best.”

“That is all I can ask,” he said. “You probably won’t be here when I get back, so I’m gonna thank you again for trying with Bella. I’m glad that she has people in her corner like you.”

“She will always have a friend in me.”

(Y/N) waved the man away as he left the house, pointing her upstairs in the direction of Bella. With the man gone the house was eerily quiet. If she hadn’t known the other girl was in her room, she would have thought Charlie had left her in an empty house. There was no sign of life. And she hated how familiar that felt.

She walked up the creaky stairs, bracing herself for whatever version of Isabella Swan she would be faced with. She knew what losing yourself in heartache looked and felt like, and it was not pretty.

The door to Bella’s room was open, still no indication of movement, and for a second (Y/N) felt like she was intruding into someone’s privacy. Until she saw the girl’s figure as still as a statue on the far end of her bedroom staring out the window.

Bella looked paler than usual, her cheeks slightly sunken and her eyes wearing dark bags under them. She hadn’t been sleeping or eating well and it was evident on her body. If someone had told her that the Swan girl had not moved from that chair in months, she would have believed them.

“Hey, Bella.” (Y/N)’s voice startled her. The girl jumped as though her systems had jump-started at the sound of another presence. “Don’t know if your dad told you but he asked me to come over. I know we haven’t seen each other in a while.”

“Oh, hey,” she muttered. “Yeah, I think he mentioned something.”

“I guess it’s no surprise that he asked me to come talk to you, huh?”

“Because of them,” she sighed.

“Yeah,” (Y/N) smiled painfully, sitting on the ledge of the window right in front of her.

She had practiced a speech at home, words of encouragement that would hopefully chip at the wall Bella had built around herself. She’d practiced speech after speech, picking from every talking to Sam and her mom had related to her, every phrase that made her own heart soften.

But standing before Bella, the words had died in her throat. There was nothing she could say to make it better. No amount of bullshit could make her better. What the Cullens had done to both of them Would not be remedied with a conversation. And that was all (Y/N) had.

“How’d you do it?” Bella asked after a few minutes in silence. “How were you able to move on from him?”

“To be honest… I haven’t,” she sighed, the confession tasting acrid on her tongue. “And I don’t think I ever will. I don’t think you ever really move on from someone you were ready to give up your whole life for.”

“But you seem to have it all together now,” she exclaimed. “You’re in med school, you’re going to parties, you’re working at the hospital. And you look happy.”

“I’ll let you in on a secret, Bella. That’s the beauty of pretending. People don’t question someone that looks happy,” (Y/N) smiled softly. “I’m not doing any better than you just because it looks like I am. If I’m telling the truth, I am still as heartbroken as I was the day they left. I just decided that pretending was easier than hurting.”

“I just feel like I’ll be in pain for the rest of my life,” the girl cried softly. “I just wish there was something I could use to numb it all. I just want it to stop.”

“That’s not the answer either, Bella. And I would know. I spent the first two months drowning my sorrows with vodka,” she confessed. “And even if I felt numb for a few hours the pain was still there. It always will be, I think.”

“Then how do we make it through? How do we stop it from hurting more?”

“I don’t think we can stop it from hurting. All we can do is keep going regardless of how much it hurts,” (Y/N) offered. “But if they get to go on with their lives after leaving us as they did, then we owe it to ourselves to do the same. The best way to make them pay is to show them our lives went on without them.”

“It’s just,” her voice croaked. “I don’t think I can. Actually, I don’t think I want my life to go on without Edward. I had never seen forever the way I saw it with him. Didn’t you feel like that with Carlise?”

At the sound of his name, the knot in (Y/N)’s throat tightened. It had been months since her ears had listened to that combination of letters. Everyone around her had quickly picked up on the situation and they had more than willingly stopped mentioning his name.

But there Bella was, speaking it into existence as if it wasn’t the most bitter word to let pass through her tongue. She said them like the beautiful names they were, like the sweetness of them wasn’t overwhelming in her mouth. She spoke like a girl that was still in love and had no disdain for the person that had hurt her. And (Y/N) wondered how that could be.

His name was laced with so much anger and sadness that (Y/N) couldn’t even bring herself to even think about it. Yet, Bella had said it and it had felt like a punch to the gut. Because she had once also said his name with so much enchantment and care, and it made her miss those days. The days when she could call his name and instantly be filled with happiness and excitement.

“I did… I do,” she corrected. “But I don’t want to. That’s why I’ve been trying my hardest to move on, even if it’s just one day at a time. I want to get to the day where when I dream of my future he’s not there. I crave the morning I wake up and my heart doesn’t ache anymore, where I can trust someone else to tell me they love me and mean it. We gave them our hearts, Bella, and they threw it away like it meant nothing. I’m not telling you that you have to move on. But I am telling you that it’s the best idea.”

Bella simply nodded for a second and agreed when (Y/N) offered to get some pizza to fill the silence. Everything that (Y/N) had told her she agreed with, to an extent. If the Cullens weren’t coming back like it seemed they weren’t, then she wanted to take her life back in her control like (Y/N) had. But she couldn’t help the tiny drop of hope she held that they would return, and she could settle into their life as she had done once and fulfill the plans she had made with Edward.

As (Y/N) served herself pizza, Bella sat there, picking at the slice that was on her plate, the words slowly digesting into her system. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure. Anything.”

“If he had offered to turn you –before everything happened—if he had told you that he would have turned you and asked you to leave with them.” She stared deeply into (Y/N)’s eyes, her tears glistening in the rays of the morning. “Would you have done it? Would you have gone with him?”

“The rational side of me wants to say no. That I would have thought twice about leaving my family and friends again, that I would have given myself a few years to be human and experience life while my heart was still beating,” she chuckled, drying away tears she had not known were pooling until they fell down her cheeks. “But my romantic side, the side that was desperate to be in love, knows I would have agreed just if it meant that I would have him by my side for the rest of my life. I would have given up everything even for just a few years with him.”

“What if he came back? What if he came back and asked for another chance?” Bella was desperate. It was the first time she could ask these questions. The first time she could talk to someone that knew everything and could answer back. “Would you give it to him?”

“That’s a difficult hypothetical, Bella,” (Y/N) laughed. “I think there are too many variables at play for me to know if I would.”

“That’s because you’re thinking with your rational side,” Bella teased slightly, the semblance of a smile playing on her lips. “I’m asking your romantic side. Would that side want Carlisle back?”

(Y/N) kept quiet even though she knew the answer. It was hard to say it out loud. To admit that regardless of how destroyed he had left her that she would want him with every fiber of her being. That if tomorrow he reappeared that she would fall back into his arms and pick things up where they had ended. But it wasn’t fair to her, to the little progress she had made without him.

Still, she was being truthful. “The romantic side would gladly take him back,” she said sadly. “But it’s not just to the side that’s put in the work to not let that happen. What will it say about me that someone could hurt me in the way he did, and I welcomed him back into my life?”

“Oh,” was all Bella responded, her head falling as her skin flushed red.

“Would you take Edward back?”

“I would,” her voice peeped meekly. “I love him too much not to. But I wish I was like you. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much.”

“It will still hurt, Bella. It’ll just be easier to act like it doesn’t,” (Y/N) shrugged. “Look, Bella, no one can tell you to move on. If it was that easy, we wouldn’t be here. But you need to at least take the first step. Staying in this room, waiting for the day things just change will not work. It’s on you to start a new journey.”

“Okay,” she sighed. “I know you’re right. It’s just so hard.”

“I know it is. If there’s anyone that knows, it’s me,” she smiled. “But you’re not alone. You have people around you that love and care for you. Let them.”

“I’ve pushed them away. I pushed everyone away.”

“The ones that truly care will still welcome you back. Just take it one day at a time, Bella. But take it out of this room.”

“Thank you, (Y/N). It’s comforting to have someone to talk to so openly about this. Things won’t change quickly, but I’m willing to give it a try.”

“That’s all I’m asking,” (Y/N) said, giving the girl a hug goodbye. “If you need anyone to talk to, don’t hesitate to call, Bella.”

“I will,” she smiled weakly. “Take care of yourself, (Y/N).”

“You too, Bella.”

(Y/N) couldn’t believe she had confessed to everything she had worked to shove into the deepest corners of her mind. She didn’t want to admit the hold he still had on her. That at any second, he could waltz back into her life, and she would still be as in love with him as the day he had left. It was hard to let those words pass through her lips. Because once they were out, there was no way to sink them back in.

It was strange and unnerving to hear herself say those words out loud. She had kept these thoughts deeply buried in her brain, scared to ever let them come out. Especially around Sam and Paul. Even if the Cullens had not been their natural-born enemies, she was sure they would have still hated them. More after their patriarch had broken her heart. Other than them, there was no one else she was close to that she could really talk to. They knew everything, and for her to be able to open up completely she needed people who knew everything.

Still, as much as she loved Sam and Paul, they were the least objective people in her life. They were genetically predisposed to not be objective. (Y/N) would go to them for everything else, just nothing that had to do with the Cullens.

But Bella was no better for her. Her scales were tilted toward them. If she took anything from her conversation with the Swan girl was that no matter what they had done, she would forgive them and sink back into their life as if nothing had happened. It was terrifying and just the smallest sliver of extraordinary. Her loyalty to the Cullens transpired her pain. Maybe she knew something (Y/N) didn’t.

As she neared her house, she started burying those thoughts deeper and deeper into her mind, afraid that they were visible on her face. Even if she knew how unrealistic it was –and that the only mind reader she knew was miles away—she couldn’t help the embarrassment that rushed to her skin in shades of red. And if they did, she knew they wouldn’t mention it. At least, not to her face. That much she could expect.

What she didn’t expect was to find Embry Call sitting on her porch. He wore a stressed look on his face, nights of little sleep evident on his face. The boy she knew had always been very happy, quiet but joyous. And though he seemed to be the same happy boy, there was a weight to him that was undeniable.

“Embry,” she called out as she got out of her car. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I guess,” he smiled forcefully. “Well, not exactly.”

“Why don’t you come in, Em? It’ll be more comfortable to talk.”

“Sure, thanks.”

The boy quietly followed her, somehow trying to shrink his 6’4” frame. It was something he did ever since he shifted. The first time he had joined the pack after his first transformation, he had tried to sink into the background as much as he could. The last thing he wanted was to step on anyone’s toes, even if he had been told that he wasn’t.

(Y/N) directed them to the kitchen, quickly setting out drinks and food for the kid, knowing he’d definitely be hungry. “Help yourself to anything,” she said as she noted him sitting on his hands. “Mom still buys food like Sam and his friends come over to ransack our kitchen.”

“Okay, uh, thanks.”

“We’re not strangers, Embry,” she smiled kindly. “You can let loose with me.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just I’m not used to being around other people that aren’t Jake and Quil.”

“I get that.” She joined him at the kitchen table, sitting before him, a cup of water in her hand. She was all talked out for the evening, but she could see just how much he needed a friend at that moment. “So, what’s going on, kid?”

“You know we’re only three years apart, right?”

“Still makes me older than you,” she laughed with him. “But, seriously, what’s up?”

“Honestly, I don’t even know why I’m here,” he chuckled dryly. “I guess ever since I had my first shift I’ve been feeling kinda lonely. Lonely and confused. It took a couple of hours for my whole life to change and now I don’t really have anyone to talk to about it.”

“How are things at home?”

“Well, mom is always angry at me, but at least she’s stopped yelling. Though I don’t know if I like that better,” he responded sadly. She could see he was biting back tears. His lower lip was quivering and his eyes were pooling with water. “I know you weren’t here when it happened, but do you know Ms. Uley took everything?”

“To this day they don’t really talk. But when I got here, I didn’t understand why my brother wasn’t home or why he and mom were fighting, or even why we couldn’t even spend time together. I knew he was hiding something, and I guess it hurt to think that he didn’t trust me enough to tell me whatever it was,” she recounted. “It’s a strange thing to watch from the outside. I mean, hearing rumors that my older brother, the man that basically took care of me when I was a kid, had started a gang and was recruiting other from the rez was astonishing. It wasn’t something I could even fathom. But I don’t know how my mother felt when Saam started disappearing or when he moved out. She won’t talk to me about it.”

“He wanted to waive the silence rule for me,” Embry said sheepishly. “After the first week and seeing how hard it was at home, he told me I could tell my mom everything.”

“But you valued why it’s a secret,” she confirmed. "I understand that. And I also understand how lonely being part of the pack is. Especially coming into a place where you essentially know no one. But open yourself up to them. If you let them in, they will do the same. They’re your family now, Em.”

“I know. I guess it’s just still all so new to me. I’ve been used to the same people my whole life; I’ve known only one truth my whole life, and it all changed.”

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but would you ever ask your mom about who your dad is?”

“Don’t think I could ever ask without proving where the suspicions came from,” he shrugged. “Just like everyone here, I was under the impression that my dad was someone from the Makah tribe. She told me that much. But now…”

“That’s okay,” she smiled comfortingly. “But, Embry, I want you to know that regardless of what’s happening at home or with your friends, you’re not alone. You’ve got the pack and you’ve got me, okay? If there’s anything you don’t feel comfortable speaking to them, my door is always open. And if they’re ever giving you shit, I’ll put them in their place. They’re there for you, and so am I. I hope you know that.”

“Thank you, (Y/N),” he smiled brightly, a few tears falling down his outstretched cheeks. “It’s good to know I still have people I can lean on. You’ve always been nice to me, and I don’t know why.”

“We all need a little kindness from time to time, Embry. I’m just doing my part in it.”

“Well, it’s greatly appreciated. And even if it doesn’t mean anything, I’m also here for you if you need someone to lean on.”

“It means a lot, Em,” she smiled. “More than you know.”

The more she talked to the people that most needed it, the more she started to believe her own words. Maybe there was light on the other side of this mountain. Maybe (Y/N) would one day see the morning when the thought of him didn’t send a stake through her heart.

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so I know you're on a so(u)l rewrite journey, but I finally caught up on bethroned and it's just plain beautiful so far! I don't know where to start! I just love the consistency, the characters, the constant road blocks that make sense, the twists and I never knew a random corpse on the floor would become my favorite character! I mean, Mike is third wheel stranger who's way out of touch but still has it in him to stand up for family he just found. Especially since Moon's history with pry/ncess doesn't excuse his new personality post life saving fusion. But since we get a unique perspective on Moon, we can empathize with his troubles, his trauma and especially his new sickness. But his issues also intersect with his unwavering care and loyalty, following pry/ncess while deaf *and* on low power because of the sirens. And of course, Sun will go to the edge of the universe and back if it meant holding or kissing or even just seeing them again. oh but don't get me started on how pry/ncess just wants to be told the truth but both boys keep lying to them? I can almost feel a dagger in my heart every time I read "he lied." Man.. this whole thing just takes my breath away, how pry/ncess makes excuses for their father up until Mikey explains. But it doesn't feel out of place even though I wanna scream at them to open their eyes, because who's first thought is that their father was such a monster? How he thought he could just usurp the throne and everything would be fine, but even at his worst, his child murder, he still created an entire other kingdom that lives and loves as deeply as sun does or freddy did. And making me cry every time I or the y/n thinks of freddy because he was just an honest father trying to help his children and child in law, even if it was flawed because the automatons *are* human in the most human ways.. and nothing exemplifies that more ironically in how hurt Moon is, he has no tears and yet cries and rages. And he's honestly valid for feeling how he does even if he isn't valid for how he acts on them. ugh... I could just keep going and I'm sure you'd love more, but I don't wanna run out of room. anyway, all this to say you're an amazing storyteller and even if you stop updating for any reason, I'm honored to have read your stories.

Oh my god this is the most wonderful and heartfelt review/compliment I have ever recieved!!! TToTT this is genuinely so so so wonderful to hear & it made my entire week, thank you so much!!!!

#ask #bethroned #bethroned spoilers #I will say that once im done with the so(u)l project/its sequel (plus another sequel im planning on for a nice 3 book series #im planning on finishing bethroned then rewriting it as well :D

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Friday The 13th (2009) Clay Miller X Reader

A/N: i love horror movies sm so you can understand my surprise when i was watching the friday the 13th remake and jared padalecki showed up on screen😂 i wanted to do a rewrite of this movie after the first time i watched it. of course when i went back to finish it, they had taken the movie off of netflix so i had to rent it😂😭 by anyway! i hope you all enjoy! :) (female reader)

Warnings: this is a rewrite of a rated r horror movie so decent amount of gore and swearing

Summary: You are Clay Miller’s girlfriend. He’s taken you to the middle of bumfuck nowhere, looking for his sister, Whitney. She’s been missing for a month and a half after she went on a camping trip with some friends. You and Clay are determined to find her, but there is a hockey masked killer who is waiting in the woods for you.

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(not my gif)

You hopped off the back of Clay's motorcycle, following him into the dingy gas station. He walked up to talk to the clerk while you glanced around the store. You didn't find anything you wanted, so you walked over to stand next to Clay.

"She's gone missing, about a month and a half ago," he said as he pulled the missing posters out of his backpack, "would you mind if I maybe just put a flyer in the window or something?"

"Oh, I heard about that. That's sad. If it was up to me, you could wallpaper the whole place with them," as the clerk spoke, the man behind Clay tapped him on the arm, and Clay waved him off before turning back to the clerk, "but the owner makes the rules. And he's a real-" the man made a honking noise as he raised his eyebrows high on his forehead, implying that the owner was an asshole.

You and Clay both gave him a confused look, "um, well, is he here? Maybe I could talk to him. Maybe if he understood the situation-" the man behind Clay tapped him on the arm again, and you both turned to look at him.

"Um, you gonna buy something? I mean, you've been up here for quite a while yapping, so..." you glared daggers at him; you could not believe the audacity of this guy.

"Um, sure. Yeah," Clay said as he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the side before you could tell the guy off.

"Thanks. We'll have two waters and some gas," the guy said to the clerk once the two of you were out of the way.

"Guess I'm an asshole" Clay muttered loud enough for the guy to hear, while you continued to glare.

"You okay bro? Is everything good?" the guy asked with smug smile.

"Yeah, everything's fine. Thanks. But I'm not your bro" Clay replied.

"So you don't want be friends? You don't wanna hang out?" the guy teased, chuckling to himself.

"You better shut your mouth before I shut it for you," you said angrily.

Clay squeezed your hand, and you glanced up at him. He gave you a look you knew all too well, one that told you to stop while you were ahead. You only rolled your eyes at him before going back to glaring at the guy.

"Let it go, Trent," the girl next to Trent placed a hand on his arm, trying to diffuse the situation.

"It's not me. This guys being a dick," you and Clay both scoffed at him.

"Yeah, it's me. Obviously, I'm the one being a dick" Clay said sarcastically, "sir, thank you very much anyways" Clay said politely to the clerk.

"Yep" the clerk replied with a tight lipped smile.

"I'm sorry," the girl said to Clay as you walked past.

"Thank you" Clay replied quietly before he gently tugged you out of the gas station.

You let go of Clay's hand to grab the helmet sitting on the back of his motorcycle, "god, that clerk was such a condescending jerk! How much you wanna bet he was the owner? And that fucking dickhead too! What is it with the people around here?" you ranted, annoyed.

You looked up when Clay didn't respond. You saw him taping a flyer to the back of a black SUV you hadn't noticed before. There weren't any other vehicles, so it must have belonged to the dickhead guy. You chuckled.

"What?" you only shook your head at him with a smile before putting your helmet on.

Clay swung his leg over the seat of his motorcycle, and you got on behind him, wrapping your arms tightly around his middle. You watched Trent and the rest of his buddies get back into their car. One of the guys got into the trunk, reaching up and pulling it shut. You watched them drive away, Whitney's missing poster stuck to the trunk.

Clay kicked the ignition and you felt the engine rumble to life beneath you before he pulled out of the parking lot. You were only on the road for a few minutes when a cop car flashed it's lights behind you. You felt Clay's chest rise and fall with a heavy sigh as he pulled off to the side of the road. You leaned back slightly and quickly ripped off your helmet.

"Do you know why we're getting pulled over?" you questioned him, "is it cause you're not wearing a helmet? I've told you a million times-"

He cut you off, "it's not that. Just let me do the talking, alright?"

You heard a car door open and close behind you, "welcome back, Clay," the police officer called out as he started walking over.

"You mean that, Officer Bracke?" Clay replied sarcastically.

"And I see you brought a friend this time," the officer said as he approached. He sighed as he pulled off his large aviators, and you knew he was going to try to sympathize, "son, I know you think we're not on your side, that we're just a bunch of dumb country hicks out here."

'That's putting it lightly,' you thought.

"I put two, ten year veterans on that case. We did three dozen interviews and ran a county wide search for your sister. You know how many thousands of people disappear every year, even in this state alone? There's no evidence that anything happened to Whitney or any of those other kids at Crystal Lake," the cop explained, and you rolled your eyes, not caring if he saw.

"There's no car, no witnesses. Nothing. One of those kids was her boyfriend, right?"

"Right," Clay replied with a nod.

"Well, they probably just took off together," it was taking all your self control to not start yelling.

Clay scoffed, "our mother just died of cancer. Did I tell you that?"

"No, sir."

"Well, she did. She was sick for a long time and Whitney took care of her every single day. And then my sister didn't show up for the funeral. See, you just don't know my sister. That's not possible," Clay explained.

"Well, she's not here, son. I would suggest taking your friend here, and try looking someplace else. That's what the other families are doing," the cop said as he placed his aviators back on his face, having used up all the sympathy he had for that day.

The cop turned and started walking back towards his cruiser, and you waited until you heard the car door shut before speaking, "what the actual fuck. The people around here continue to amaze me," you said as the cop drove past.

You looked up at Clay when he didn't say anything, or make a move to start his bike. You could see his jaw was clenched. He stared at the cop car as it drove down the the road, slowly becoming a small dot on the horizon.

"Are you okay?" you asked as you hugged him tight, leaning onto his shoulder.

"I'm fine."

You sighed, knowing that he was far from fine, "I'm sorry, honey. She's here, and we're gonna find her," you said before leaning up and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you," he said softly.

He kicked the ignition on and waited for you to put your helmet back on before pulling onto the road. The cop car had already faded away in the distance. You hoped you wouldn't be seeing him again.

The sun was still high in the sky even though it felt like you had been out all day. It wasn't sweltering hot, but with no cloud cover the sun was beating down on you. The only breeze you were getting was when Clay was speeding down the road.

You were surrounded by cornfields and farmland on either side. There weren't many houses around, and there were many miles in between each one. It took many minutes of driving before you made it to the next house. Clay pulled up and parked at the end of the dirt path that led to the front door. You looked around at the junk scattered in the front yard as the two of you got off Clay's bike. You got a sense of unease as goosebumps spread across your skin. You noticed Clay walking up the path towards the house, and you hurried to catch up with him. You gripped his arm once you were walking next to him. He chuckled as he glanced down at you.

"What? You scared?" he teased you.

"Uh, of course I am! What kind of a question is that?..." your voice trailed off as you continued to scan your surroundings.

"Hello?" Clay called out as you approached the door.

The front door was open, but the screen door was shut and locked. You had full view into the house through the glass. You could see into a cluttered kitchen. There was a large wreath hanging on the side of the fridge.

"Hello?" Clay called out again before knocking on the door a few times.

After a few seconds of silence, you spoke up, "looks like no ones home. Let's get the hell out of here," you let go of his arm to wrap your arms around yourself.

"Hold on, I'm gonna leave a flyer."

"Good idea, but hurry up, please."

Clay knelt down to open his backpack and get a flyer out. As he did this, an all black dog jumped up on the screen door, barking loudly. You both jumped back, you letting out a loud, "shit!" as you reached for Clay.

"Christ!" he exclaimed as the two of you watched the medium sized dog jump at the door while continuing to bark.

The dog growled as an older lady with graying hair came to the door. She grabbed the dogs collar and opened the door, an angry scowl on her face. You gripped Clays jacket tightly as you stood somewhat behind him.

"I just wanted to ask you a question" the dog barked again, startling both you and Clay.

"Hush!" the woman yelled at the dog.

"I wanted to ask you, um, if maybe you've seen somebody. My sister" Clay said shakily as he held up the flyer, "she came camping up around here with some friends and she's gone missing," the woman looked down at the flyer before looking back up at Clay.

"She ain't missing. She's dead," she said, matter of factly.

"What?"

"People go missing around here, they're gone for good. Outsiders come, they don't know where to walk. They bring trouble. We just wanna be left alone! And so does he," the lady explained.

"So does who?" Clay asked.

She didn't answer, she just reached out and pulled door closed.

"Ma'am, please. So does who?" she ignored Clay's plea, instead she turned and walked back into her house, pulling the dog along with her.

You looked up at Clay, who looked down at you with a terrified and confused expression, "what the hell do you think she was talking about?" he muttered as the two of you turned and began walking back toward his motorcycle.

"I don't know. Some local legend, maybe? I think every towns got 'em," Clay chewed at the nail on his thumb anxiously, "she doesn't know anything. She probably got told some scary story as a kid because all these small town hicks don't like 'outsiders.' We're gonna keep looking until we find Whitney," you reassured him.

Clay nodded as he leaned back against his back, still chewing on his nail. You sighed deeply as you walked to stand in front of him.

"What now?" you asked.

"We keep driving. Hit every house we see. Then we can try to search the camp," you nodded before the two of you got back onto his motorcycle.

You drove a ways down the road, the sun was starting to get low in the sky as you parked in front of a large, red barn. You could hear some sort of machinery buzzing inside. Clay hopped of the motorcycle, setting his backpack down before pulling off his jacket. You quickly snatched it from him, wrapping it around you. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards in a lopsided smile.

"You stay here this time, yeah?" you nodded, not wanting to deal with anymore weird country folk.

He leaned in and kissed you quick before turning and walking into the barn. After about a minute he came walking back out, and you heard somebody yelling from the barn. You furrowed your brows in confusion as you stood up. You saw Clay walking back over to you.

"What was that all about?" you asked, and he shook his head.

"Just another weirdo. Let's go."

The next house you pulled up to looked somewhat normal, so you walked with Clay up to the front door. It was a large vacation looking cabin. You knocked while Clay reached down to pull a flyer from his backpack.

"Hi, we're sorry to bother you. We're looking for someone and..." your voice trailed off as you recognized the girl in the doorway; ur was the girl from the gas station.

"Hey" she said, also recognizing the two of you.

You smiled and nodded back as a greeting.

"No luck?" she asked with a frown.

"No. No, not yet"

"May I?" she asked, reaching out for the flyer.

"Yeah" Clay said as he handed it to her.

"She's pretty."

"Thanks" Clay said quietly.

"Do you guys wanna come in for a second, grab a drink?" she asked.

"Uh..." you and Clay glanced at each other before looking back at her, " I don't think your boyfriend would like that too much" you nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry about it. He'll be fine" you and Clay glanced at each other again before you shrugged.

"Thanks" Clay said with a smile.

The two of you stepped into the house, the girl closing the door behind you. You followed her into what looked like the living room. You saw two guys sitting at at table eating, and another girl holding up a video camera. She pointed it over at the two of you, but you could see her aim it at Clay. You felt jealously begin to boil in your gut, but it didn't have long to simmer. The guy from before came out from the kitchen.

"Hey, Trent, uh, you remember..." she trailed off as she gestured to the two of you.

"Clay," he said.

"Y/N," you squeaked out, feeling a mix of anger and jealously.

Trent did not look too happy with the two of you, "Of course I remember Clay and Y/N. Why are they in my house?"

"Hey, new guy, and new girl. Beer?" the girl who was previously holding the video camera held out a beer can in both hands.

"No, no," Trent put out a hand to stop her before you could snap at her, "they've gotta get going. You got flyers to pass out, right?" you bit the inside of your cheek as to not flip out on this douchebag.

"Yeah," Clay said simply, "right"

"Look, if you're hungry, we-" Trent cut his girlfriend off.

"Okay. Look, Clay, Y/N, obviously she's just trying to be nice. But you two can't stay here. No offense, but this is a private party. I don't know you."

"No, you don't know us." Clay said.

"That's so funny, I just said that. Like two seconds ago, that I don't know you. I would probably leave soon before I get pissed off and you know..." Trent trailed off, and you stifled your laughter.

"Yeah?" Clay egged him on.

"Yeah," he replied sternly.

"What happens then?" Clay continued to antagonize him.

"Hey, look. Take it easy, Trent, all right?" the girl stepped between the boys, pressing a hand to Trent's chest, "I'll just- I'll walk you out, the three of you turned and walked toward the door.

"Jenna. Jenna, come on. Where are you going?" Trent called out, but she ignored him as she slammed the door behind her.

"Sorry about that" Jenna said to you.

"That's alright. It's his house, you know?" Clay said.

"Where's your car?" she asked as she looked around.

"I do not have a car, but I do have her" he said, as you walked up to his motorcycle.

"Nice!"

"Thanks"

"I bet she's fast. My uncle used to have a bike just like this."

"Oh, yeah. She goes real fast," Clay responded with a chuckle.

"So where you off to next?" Jenna asked after a moment of silence.

"Well, we haven't been to the other side of the lake yet, so we were probably gonna go check that out," Clay told her.

"You guys want some company?" she asked, and you could see the pleading look in her eyes.

You glanced at Clay before looking back at her, "we'd love some company," you told her.

Instead of taking his motorcycle, Jenna suggested you walk down the trail that circles the lake. You happily agreed and the three of you made your way toward the trail. You walked on Clay's right, while Jenna walked on his left. You walked in silence for a bit before Jenna spoke up.

"So you and your sister must be pretty close?"

"Yeah, we were pretty close when we were younger. But we kinda drifted, you know. I mean, I bailed when I was 17, and she stayed with my mom. Um, she kind of had to, I guess. I don't know, she's always been the responsible one" Clay explained.

"So, when's the last time you talked to her?" Jenna asked.

"Uh, about six months ago. We got into a fight, actually. She uh, she called and said she wanted to see me. Said she was counting on me, and I never showed."

"Hold on," you said as you knelt down on the side of the trail.

You picked up the object from the ground, twirling it around in your hands. Clay and Jenna came over too look over your shoulder at what you had found.

"What is that?" Jenna asked.

Clay leaned down and you handed it to him, "it's a GPS," he said as you stood back up and continued walking.

Clay handed it back to you after examining it more closely. The screen was cracked and it wouldn't turn on. You shoved it into your back pocket and continued down the trail. You walked a few more minutes before coming across the entrance to a camp. The sign above the entrance read CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE in fading white pain. You felt yourself shiver as you read the words, and you hugged Clay's jacket tighter around you.

The three of you searched all the old cabins. They were decrepit and dusty. All the old furniture was still there. The bunk beds and dressers, old lamps and toys. It was eerie to see all of the old things. You wondered how long it had been since camp had actually been held here.

The sun had set by the time you had searched almost all the cabins. Fortunately, Clay had packed two flashlights in his backpack. You gave yours to Jenna, as you could see the fear is her eyes. You did your best to stay close to Clay.

"Let's just check out this last cabin, then we'll head back" Clay said as you walked toward the final cabin.

The cabin was just as old and dirty as the rest. There were dirty baby dolls and other toys scattered all over the floor, along with the the bunk beds that were falling apart. A matted teddy bear in the corner of the room made you want to turn back for the door.

"You really should call the police" Jenna said, and you turned and hurried over to them when you realized they had moved a room over.

"I've already called. They're not looking for her anymore. No one is, except for us" Clay replied.

"Then they should look harder because-" Jenna was cut off by the floorboards breaking underneath her foot, she gasped is surprise, "ow!" she cried out as her foot fell a few inches to the dirt ground below.

"You all right?" you asked as you reached your hand out for hers.

"I'm okay, I'm okay" she lifted her foot out of the hole, bringing it up to rub her ankle.

"You sure?" Clay asked.

She nodded, "yeah."

Clay reached down and picked up a dirt crusted baby doll from out of the hole in the floor.

"Please put that nasty ass thing down," you said, and he promptly threw the doll back on the floor.

"Let's get out of here," you nodded at his words.

"Yes please."

The three of you quickly made your way out of the cabin. You walked down the dirt path until Clay's flashlight began to flicker before turning off completely.

"Give me a sec, I gotta change my batteries," Clay said as he stopped to kneel down and get some batteries out of his backpack.

Jenna shined her flashlight down so he could see while you scanned your surroundings. Surprisingly, there were still some lights on the outside of the cabins that still worked. It didn't help much in illuminating the camp, though. Suddenly, you heard rustling in the distance behind you. The three of your heads shot toward the noise.

"Someone's coming," Clay said before he got up and grabbed your hand.

"Oh shit. Let's go" Jenna said, grabbing onto your arm.

Clay pulled the two of you along to a canoe holder a few feet away. You helped Jenna slide underneath before you followed quickly behind. Clay squished himself next to you and the three of you laid there silently. Jenna held a hand over her mouth to quiet her breathing. A tall, shadowy figure came walking down the main trail that cut through the whole camp. You couldn't make out many details in the darkness, but as they approached Clay's discarded backpack, it looked like a body bag was slung over their shoulder. You held tightly onto Clay's arm as you did your best to keep your breathing steady.

The figure walked up to Clay's backpack, and threw what they had been carrying to the ground with a loud thump. Now you were certain it was a dead body as you stared at the bloody stump where their head used to be. Your eyes widened and your hand flew to your mouth to stop the scream rising in your throat. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You held on tighter to Clay's arm, surely leaving imprints in his skin.

You saw the figure pick up Clay's backpack before tossing it back down. They then turned and walked off. You didn't know what he was doing at first, but it didn't matter. Clay quickly slid out from underneath the canoes and reached down to pull you out. You helped him yank Jenna out before the three of you then ran quietly to hide behind a nearby tree. You saw that whoever it was had turned on a large spotlight before walking back over to where you had been previously hiding. They angrily ripped the canoes off their holders, throwing them to the ground haphazardly. They looked around for a few seconds before they lifted the body back up and threw it over their shoulder. They grabbed Clay's backpack with their free hand and started walking towards one of the cabins.

"Wheres he going?" Clay whispered as he crept towards another tree, trying to keep the figure in sight.

"Oh my god. We gotta go," Jenna whispered frantically, but Clay shushed her.

"I gotta follow him," you grabbed Clays arm.

"Are you insane?!" you whisper yelled at him.

"He had a dead body. We gotta go. We gotta warn my friends," Jenna added.

"Jenna's right, we need to get the fuck out of here."

"Okay, okay" Clay said as he turned to follow you and Jenna.

You crept around quietly until you were a few cabins down, the. you started running. The three of you sprinted out of the camp, Jenna leading while you ran behind her. Clay took up the rear as you made your way back towards the house. You had only made it about half way when Jenna tripped over something in front of you. You stopped and helped her up.

"You okay?" Clay asked her.

"Yeah" she replied, breathlessly.

"What the hell is that?" you asked as you knelt down next to Clay.

He pulled up in a string that was at about ankle height across the path. Jenna grabbed your arm and tugged you up.

"Come on, let's go."

You continued running down the trail, following close behind Jenna. You ran for what felt like hours. Your heart continued to pound loudly in your ears as you struggled to breath. You crossed over a small bridge, a landmark that told you that you were getting close. You forced your legs to keep moving as you could see the house come into view.

"Thank god" you muttered, using the last of your strength to make it to the house.

You ran up the steps to the back of the house. Jenna shoved it open and the three of you rushed inside. Jenna went into the living room while Clay slammed the door behind you. You let out a sigh of relief as you turned the lock.

"Shit! You scared the piss out of me," one of the guys from earlier exclaimed.

Your relief was short lived as you remembered who's house you were in. Clay looked out the glass of the doors, scanning the tree line to make sure that person wasn't following you. You stood next to him with your hands cupped up against the glass as you peered out into the moonlight night.

"Where is everybody? T-There's a guy out there carrying a dead body!" Jenna told her friend.

"We need to find a phone," Clay muttered to you, "Jenna, where's the phone?" he asked her.

"Uh, I-I don't know. Over there?" she pointed toward the kitchen.

"You fucking with me cause I'm high? That's totally not cool cause I just finished smoking, okay?" Jenna's friend asked shakily.

Your eyes darted everywhere searching for the landline. You spotted it on the counter and you jogged over to pick it up. Clay was close behind as you picked it up off the receiver and passed it to him with shaky hands. He quickly dialed 911.

"Hi, I'd like to report a homicide. Uh, Clay Miller. Yeah, I'm at a house by Crystal lake. It's... Yeah, that's it. Hurry," he said into the phone before hanging up, "they said they're sending someone," he said to the room as he sped walked back over to the back door; you followed him close behind.

"Police?" you noticed Jenna's friend holding a bright purple bong in his hand, and you let out a sort laugh.

"Yeah," Clay replied as he brushed past the guy.

"Where is everybody else?" Jenna asked again.

"I don't know. I've been here all day. Chelsea and Nolan left, like, hours ago to the lake," the guy explained as was getting increasingly more panicked.

"Well, what about Trent? Bree?"

"They're in the bedroom."

You glanced over when you heard him say that, and Jenna gave you an annoyed look.

"Uh oh," you muttered, wondering if you'd have to deal with a breakup in the middle of all this shit.

"What?" Clay asked you franticly, not paying attention to anything else but keeping watch.

"Oh, nothing. Nothing" you assured him as you turned back to look out the window.

Jenna came back after a minute without Trent or Bree. Now you really hated this guy. You were just about to go over and ask if she needed you to get Clay to break the door down, when all the lights in the house went out.

"Oh fuck" you muttered.

"Who's messing with the lights?" you heard Trent yell as he walked into the living room.

"Oh shit. Chewie's still out there," you heard Jenna's friend say.

You watched Clay put the phone to his ear before shaking his head, "phones dead. Jenna, do you have a cell phone? Do you have anything?"

"No, nothing has signal" she told him.

"What the fuck are you two doing here?" Trent yelled as him and who you guessed was Bree walked into the living room.

"Trent-" Jenna tried to stop him, but he ignored her, continuing to yell over her.

"Get the fuck out!" he yelled at you.

"Easy" Clay yelled back.

"They're just trying to help us!" Jenna pleaded.

"Oh and you, you leave with them for eight hours, fucking all over the woods? You know what? Why don't you get the fuck out too?" Trent said angrily to Jenna.

You were running off so much adrenaline at that point that you couldn't stop the words that came out of your mouth, "are you fucking kidding me, bro? You say that like you and Bree weren't just up there fucking! We've been dealing with a murderer, so maybe you should shut the fuck up!" you truly didn't care what these people thought of you, so the burning embarrassment you thought would follow your rant, never came.

Clay backed you up, yelling just as loud, if not louder, "listen, dumb shit! There's a bigger problem-" Trent cut Clay off by pushing him back.

"Are you serious? There is a killer out there! He's the one who cut the lights!" Clay shouted as Jenna stepped in front of Trent.

You didn't make a move to stop Clay. You honestly wanted him to knock this guy out. You'd rather do it yourself, but it would be just as satisfying watching Clay knock the guy to the floor.

"Trent, don't you get it? Chelsea and Nolan never came back," Jenna continued to plead with Trent, "Lawrence, what are you doing?" Jenna questioned her friend as he grabbed a hanging frying pan from off its hook and headed for the back door.

"My boys still out there. I'm gonna go get him" he replied.

"That's a really bad idea, dude," you told him.

"Yeah, don't go out there. Please" Clay pleaded with him.

"Look, I told you, all right? You can't get a handle on me. I'll surprise you every time," he said with a confident smirk before heading out the back door.

'He's fucking dead,' you thought as you shook your head.

"Guys this is bullshit. The power goes out here all the time" Trent said after all of you had waited for Lawrence in silence for a while.

Suddenly, you heard screams in the distance.

"Help me!" you heard Lawrence scream from outside, "help! Help me! Please, help me!"

"Lawrence," Jenna said before running toward the back door.

Clay stepped in front of her put his hands out to stop her, "no, no, no. You can't go out there."

"We have to help him." she said.

"No, we can't-"

You cut Clay off, "he's just using your friend as bait. He wants us to go out, because the second we do, he's gonna get us too.

"Look, you don't know that," Trent said, but the shake in his voice told you that he wasn't so sure.

"Jesus, where are the police?" Bree cried out before walking into the kitchen out of view.

You could still hear Lawrence screaming for help in the distance, "I can't move!"

"Look, we have to help him," Jenna said, but you just shook your head no.

You all stood there in silence, other than Lawrence's screams, "I can't die like this! Help me, please! Trent!" you wanted to help him, but what help would you be to him dead?

"Somebody has to do something! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Bree yelled frantically as she began to sob.

You heard one final scream from outside, then nothing. All you could hear now were the sounds of Bree sobbing. Jenna reluctantly turned and walked over to where Bree was sat on the floor with her knees hugged to her chest.

"Everything's going to be okay. The cops are on their way" Jenna said to Bree as she knelt down next to her.

"You hear that?" you whispered to Clay.

He nodded, "yeah. Nothing."

A shiver ran down your spine as you realized Lawrence was most likely dead. The realization made your heart begin to pound loudly in your ears again. You couldn't hear anything over the thumping as the events of the last few hours flashed through your mind. You felt warm hands on your shoulders before being turned to the left.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Clay asked you with a concerned look on his face.

"Y-Yeah," you lied.

"Listen to me. I am not going to let anything happen to you. We are both gonna get out of this alive," he told you firmly, but still being gentle with you at the same time.

You nodded furiously as the tears began to well up in your eyes. Clay wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. He held you close, rubbing your back softly as you sniffed, trying to keep the tears in. You jumped when you heard sudden banging, and you turned to see Trent walking up the stairs. You also noticed the phone lying in pieces on the ground.

"W-What are you doing?" Clay asked him

Trent ignored him, continuing up the stairs. Bree went up after him soon after. You and Clay went back over to look out the back doors. Jenna came over and stood next to you, handing both of you a flashlight.

A few minutes passed when a knocking on the door made Jenna jump and let out a gasp. Clay shushed her. The three of you stood still as statues.

"Police!" you heard someone yell from the door.

"Oh, thank god" Jenna said as you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding it.

"Go, go" Clay ushered you to the front door.

"Police, open up!"

Jenna pushed the curtain back to the window next to the door. Before you could pull the door open, a sharp object came through it, the tip of it just barely missing your eye. You were frozen in fear as Jenna screamed and sprinted away from the door.

"Oh shit. Oh shit. Go, go, go" Clay grabbed you but the waist and yanked you away from the door.

You were snapped out of your shock and the three of you ran up the stairs and into the first room you found. Clay ran over to shut any open windows.

"Get the door," Clay said.

"Okay, shit," Jenna muttered as you both turned; she let out a short scream when Trent appeared in the door way, making you jump slightly.

"What are you doing? Is he in the house?" Trent asked.

"He killed the cop" Jenna told him.

Trent cocked the pistol he was holding.

"What the fuck, you've got a gun? Let's go, now!" Clay gestured toward the gun then out the door.

You rushed quickly out of the room. Suddenly, Trent stopped and turned to shoot a few shots into the closet.

"For fucks sake!" you yelled as your hands flew up to cover your ears.

"Jesus! What are you doing!? Give me the gun!" Clay yelled at him.

You heard a thud inside the next room to your right.

"Someone's in there," Jenna said with a shake in her voice.

Clay pushed you and Jenna back as Trent turned around started shooting blindly at the closed door.

"Check it out" Clay ordered him.

Trent walked slowly toward the door before turning the handle and attempting to push it open. It seemed like something was in the way, but after one final push, it opened. Trent leaned in to check before he quickly out and shut the door.

"Bree's dead. He killed Bree!" he shouted before turning and running down the stairs.

The three of you followed him down the stairs and to the front door. Clay unlocked it and pulled the door open.

"Holy fuck" you heard the shake in your own voice as you saw the cop; a fire poker had been jabbed through his eye, and you shuddered at the fact that you could have suffered a similar fate. Clay patted down the cop, in hopes of finding anything useful.

"There's no gun, no keys, nothing. Let's go," you ran toward the cop car and Trent tried opening the passenger door with no luck.

You followed Clay to his motorcycle, "where are the keys?" he asked as he searched around for them.

"I don't know!" you replied, continuing to frantically search the ground for them.

"Help! We got officers down!" you heard Trent yell into what you assumed was the cops radio.

"My keys are gone. Where are my keys? Are they in my jacket?" you shoved your hands into the pockets of his jacket that you were wearing, finding them empty.

"No, I don't know where they are!"

"Hey Jenna, fuck these two. Let's get out of here!" Trent turned to grab at the radio again when suddenly, Bree's dead body fell on top of the hood of the cop car; the windshield shattered as Trent began to scream.

Jenna screamed too as Clay began pushing both of you you, "go, go, go!" he repeated as he pushed you toward the woods.

You ran down the trail that went around the lake, and back toward the camp. You jogged the way you had went earlier that day. When you got to the entrance of the camp, Clay led you off on a side path you hadn't noticed before.

"He was headed this way. Come on" you followed Clay to the large cabin you saw the figure walking towards earlier.

You snuck your way inside. Clay led as you held onto his hand tightly, your other arm linked with Jenna's as you crept through the cabin. The place was a decaying mess, just like the rest of the cabins had been. This one was bigger though, and it looked like it had been a counselor cabin. The more you looked around, the more it looked like someone's actual house. As you were walking through the house, you thought you heard distant, muffled screaming.

Clay stopped, seemingly he had heard it too, "did you hear that?" Clay asked and you nodded.

"What was that?" Clay shushed Jenna, and the three of you stood there in silence for a moment.

You heard another scream and it sounded like it came from below you.

"What the fuck..." Clay muttered as he began pushing debris aside with his foot. He used the small pickaxe tool he had found earlier to pull open what seemed to be some sort of basement or cellar door.

You shined your flashlight down to see that it was only a few feet deep. Clay dropped down into the hole before helping you and Jenna down. You crouched down and crawled into what looked like old mining tunnels. They were cluttered with old camping equipment, and other random junk. There was the occasional lantern hung up to keep the tunnels lit.

You walked quietly through the tunnels before coming to a fork. Clay looked at both of his options before turning down the right path.

"This way," Clay said before leading the way down the long tunnel.

The tunnel led to another cluttered area. Off to the right, you saw Whitney chained up and sat on a dirty mattress on the floor.

"Clay? Y/N?" she said in disbelief.

"Whitney? Whitney!" Clay said as he rushed over to her.

"Oh my god, Whitney!" you exclaimed as you followed him.

You were surprised to see her still alive. You were beyond thankful, but after seeing that headless body, your hope of finding her had diminished greatly.

"Thank god," Clay knelt down and hugged her.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he held her close.

"Yeah. Thank god," she echoed.

"You're okay. You're okay. Oh god," he said as he pulled away, holding her face in his hands.

You knelt down next to her and looked down at the chains holding her in place.

"Just get me out of here," Whitney begged.

"We will, we're gonna get you out of here" you told her as you aimed the flashlight down so Clay could see.

"Come on, you guys, let's go," Jenna said frantically from behind you.

"Can you break it? Just break it," Whitney said.

Clay picked up his pickaxe and Whitney held her hands up on a box next to her. You reached over and helped to keep her hands apart and steady. It was a futile effort, as all your hand were shaking.

"Hold still" Clay told her.

"Please hurry," Whitney cried.

Clay reared back then whacked the pickaxe down, missing the chain.

"We gotta get out of here" you heard Jenna whimper from behind you.

"I don't wanna hit you," he said, worriedly.

"Just fucking do it!" Whitney said.

"Okay, okay" Clay took another swing, missing again.

You heard a loud thud in the distance.

"Oh god" Whitney whispered.

One more swing and Clay broke the chain.

"You guys, I can see him. He's coming," Jenna said as she ran back toward you.

"We gotta go," you said as you stood up.

"Grab onto me," Clay told Whitney as he wrapped his arm around her middle.

You helped him lift her up off the ground and the four of you started running down the tunnel, the opposite way of which you came. You ran a few minutes before Jenna stopped in front of you.

"It's a dead end. What are we gonna do?" you heard her say as you saw the end of the tunnel, "Clay?Hurry," Jenna pleaded as he looked around for a way out.

"Here. Here!" Clay pushed on a grate that was above you; he pulled and yanked on it but it wouldn't budge.

He looked down in front of him at a pile of boxes, "we can get through here," you and Clay knocked them down to reveal a small opening in the dirt wall.

"Follow me," Clay said before he crawled in first.

He turned around and stuck his hand out to Whitney, and you ushered her inside. You quickly followed, taking Clay's hand and letting him pull you in. You turned around to help Jenna.

"Give me your hand, Jenna. Come on hurry. Okay, I got you," Clay said as he grabbed Jenna's hand.

Before you could pull her all the way in, a machete was plunged through Jennas chest. Whitney screamed as you all fell back.

"Oh my- fuck! Jesus, god, no," Clay tried to grab Jenna's outstretched hand.

"Clay no, come on. Clay!" Whitney said as you both tried to pull him back.

"Oh, fuck" he muttered as the blade was pulled back out of Jenna, and the man pushed her lifeless body to the side.

"She's gone Clay, we gotta go!" you grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

You ran down the tunnel as fast as you could. As you were running, Whitney accidentally kicked a box with her foot, knocking over a lantern. You heard it shatter on the ground and the loud whoosh of the flames you felt the heat behind you. You hoped that would slow the bastard down.

"Look. I think this might be a way out" Whitney said as you reached a wooden ladder leading up.

Clay climbed up, pushing floorboards out of the way, "alright. Let's go. Come on. Hurry," Clay said once he decided the coast was clear.

You let Whitney go up first, checking behind you as she climbed up the rickety ladder. Clay pulled her up before reaching down to help you.

"Come on," you climbed up and reached out for his hand, letting him pull you up and out of the hole, "let's go," he said as he turned and started walking.

You quickly realized you were in an overturned bus. Clay walked to the other end of it with you and Whitney close behind. The door to leave was above you, and Clay yanked and hit at it to get it open.

"Shit, it's stuck," Clay muttered.

Finally he was able to yank on the handle and it squeaked open. Clay climbed out before reaching down to help you.

"Give me your hand!" Clay called down to you.

You helped push Whitney up and out of the hole as she reached for Clays hand.

"On three. One, two-" before he could finish, something pulled him back.

"Run! Whitney, Y/N, get-" he was cut off as he was yanked away.

"Clay!" Whitney yelled.

"Clay!" you echoed her.

"Stop it!" Whitney yelled as Clays head was smashed through a window above you.

"No! Clay!" you looked up and saw the man who had been terrorizing you; his face was covered by a hockey mask, but you could see his wide eyes staring down at you.

"Shit. Shit, what do we do?" Whitney cried.

"We hide. Move, move" you pushed her toward the other end of the bus.

Whitney climbed up onto a small ledge above the hole you just came out of. You crouched down to the left behind a row of bus seats at the very back of the bus. You stayed quiet as the man walked slowly over to the hole before looking down into it.

"Fuck you," you heard Whitney spit.

You peeled out from your hiding spot to watch her use both her feet to kick him backwards, causing him to fall into the hole.

She hopped off the ledge, tripping and falling face first on the floor. The man came up out of the hole and grabbed onto Whitney's ankle. She screamed as she tried to crawl froward. Her nails scraped along the metal of the bus. She kicked at the man's face, but he didn't let go. She continued to scream as you looked around for anything to help. You noticed a plank and your feet, and you lifted it up over his head. You brought it down hard, knocking him down into the hole and forcing him to release his grip on Whitney's ankle. You jumped over the hole and helped Whitney to her feet as you heard creaking above you.

"Y/N! Whitney!" Clay yelled from above you.

"Clay!" Whitney called back, running toward the other end of the bus, you close behind.

The rain started to pour down onto the three of you as Clay helped you out of the bus. You helped push Whitney up before Clay pulled you up. He helped the two of you hop off the side of the bus before you started running off into the woods as the rain soaked through your clothes. You ran for awhile before coming across the barn you had stopped at earlier in the day. Clay made sure the coast was clear before waving you over.

"Hide" Clay whispered as you stepped into the cluttered barn.

Whitney grabbed onto your hand and pulled you to the left, the two of you crouching down behind a pile of random junk. Clay walked further into barn as you knelt down behind some boxes with Whitney. Suddenly you heard a loud crash. You couldn't see their fight from where you were crouched down. Whitney stood up slightly and peeked out to watch. You waited a few seconds before looking over her shoulder.

The man pulled out his machete and swung it at Clay. Your whole body tensed as Clay dodged the blade and pushed the masked man back into the wall. He was quick to flip Clay around and slam him against a huge wood chipper. It whirred to life, and you recognized it to be the machinery you had heard earlier that day. The man threw Clay to the floor before picking him back up by his hair, pushing his head toward the spinning blades of the wood chipper.

"Shit, Whitney, we have to do something or he's gonna kill Clay," Whitney looked like she was thinking before she stood up and walked to the center of the barn.

"Whitney, wait!" you whisper yelled, but she didn't listen.

You stayed hidden, looking around for some kind of weapon. You saw a metal baseball bat lying in the grassy floor next to you. You picked it up and readied yourself to run out if you needed to.

"Jason," Whitney called out.

You watched him turn and look at her. She held something up, it looked like a necklace of some sort. You peered out and watched the killer throw Clay to the ground.

"It's okay," Whitney said as she began to walk closer to him, "you can stop now. It's okay," you didn't know what the hell she was doing, but it was too late to stop her now.

You watched Clay charge him, hitting him with something in his back. You stood and rushed over as Clay wrapped chain around his neck. Whitney took the other end of the chain and threw it into the wood chipper. The chain got stuck, and yanked Jason into the air by his neck. He thrashed around in the air, trying to get free, with no luck. Clay walked around him and back over to you and Whitney.

Suddenly, the board snapped that the chain was wrapped around snapped, causing Jason to fall to the floor. He quickly got back up, grabbing a piece of the broken wood and hitting Clay across the face with it. He went flying backwards until he hit the wall of the barn, falling to the floor. Jason then turned and hit you in the stomach, causing you to fly backwards too. You landed in a pile of junk, every part of your body aching.

"Y/N!?" you only groaned in pain as you felt a pair of hands grab you, "Y/N! Are you okay?" Clay pulled you up and into his arms.

"I don't know" he held you up as he helped you walk back towards Whitney.

You looked over and saw Jason, laying back against the wood chipper, covered in blood with a machete in his chest. You then looked over at Clay, who had a cut on his left cheek. You reached up and cupped his cheek gently. You also noticed the bruise already forming on his chin where he had been hit with the plank of wood.

"Can you stand?" he asked you.

You nodded as you tried to put your weight back into your wobbly legs, "I think so. Let's get out of here, leave this for someone else."

"What if he..." Whitney trailed off.

"He won't. There's no way. Let's just get the hell out of here!"

Whitney nodded in agreement. The three of you started to head out of the barn, Clay keeping you upright with an arm around your middle. Whitney was on your either side, holding you up as well.

You couldn't help but take one last look behind you, and you could have sworn you saw him twitch. You ignored it, telling yourself that it was finally over.

"I told you we'd make it out alive," Clay said with a weak smile.

"I told you we'd find Whitney," you kissed his cheek before doing the same to Whitney, and she chuckled, which made smile.

#friday the 13th #friday the 13th movie #friday the 13th 2009 #clay miller #clay miller x reader #jason vorhees #female reader #friday the 13th x reader #friday the 13th 2009 x reader #x reader #userbored-writer101 #jared padalecki #jared padalecki character x reader #jared padalecki character

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dilfelvis · 1 year

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Hi! I noticed you were looking for request ideas. Your little E fics really intrigue me. Maybe you could write something about the Colonel getting upset with him for whatever reason and him trying his best not to cry and slip into littlespace, only for him to slip and need your (GN reader) comfort after he's gone? (Sorry, I hope I'm making sense here lol!)

im glad my fics intrigue you in some way!! i always have room for little!e, so here we go 🫶🏽 (sorry this took so long, i kept rewriting it because i was literally NEVER happy with it 😭)

Relax

as soon as the door opened up, you knew something was off with elvis.

he had been coming home slightly later than usual for the past few days. he would stay late in the evenings talking to the colonel about a 'christmas special' he had planned for elvis.

the special itself wasn't the issue-- elvis was ecstatic at a chance to be on stage again after doing only movies for so long. he just didn't want it to be a christmas special. the colonel was so adamant about it however-- and elvis felt so powerless against him on the matter. you hated that the colonel made him feel so discouraged about the thing he was so passionate about.

"e?" you muttered softly, putting down the book you were reading and stepping towards him as he entered the room, his head hung low. he lifted his head slightly, giving an unconvincing smile as you placed a gentle hand on his cheek. "what's wrong?"

"nothing, honey." he says lowly, sighing softly and closing his eyes. he looked tired. he never slept the best, and now that the colonel had been keeping him out later than normal, he had been getting even more restless. he wouldn't tell you what he was worrying about, but you knew that the colonel had something to do with it. he always did. elvis gave a small hum, his blue eyes fixed on you gently.

"i'm just...tired i guess."

his eyes looked glassy, like he was on the verge of tears. you bring your thumb to stroke his cheek, the tender touch making him sigh as you lean closer to him. you decided at that moment that it was time to stop dancing around the topic of whatever was causing him stress. you couldn't stand to see him upset, and you hated when he held in his emotions like this.

"okay honey," you murmur, still gently stroking his cheek with your thumb. "how did things go with the colonel?"

he stiffened under your touch, his eyes snapped away from you, wide and shiny with unshed tears as he spoke softly. "it went fine." he grit out.

his voice was barely above a whisper, and slightly hoarse as he spoke. you knew then and there that something was wrong. he looked like he was two seconds from crying as you cocked your head to the side, pouting softly.

"that doesn't sound very convincing, e." you sigh, stroking his cheek with your thumb softly as you stare at him with a soft, concerned expression. you hated seeing him like this-- so downtrodden and upset, all because of the colonel. you'd kill that man if it was legal.

"look, let's just sleep it off if you don't wanna talk, okay?" you purr softly, making the corner of his lip twitch up slightly.

"okay," he mutters, leaning into your soft touch and closing his eyes.

you go to close the door behind him, dimming the lights and humming softly to yourself. he watches you move with large eyes, taking his hand and guiding him to the bed to sit on the edge.

"you wanna change outta those clothes?" you ask, brushing a stray piece of fluff off of his shoulder gently. he stiffens, moving to stand up and dust himself off flusteredly.

"i-i can change myself," he murmurs.

you saw that familiar glint of vulnerability in his eye. you had known about his tendency to slip into a more vulnerable headspace where he needed your care for a while-- but he was still embarrassed about it for a reason you couldn't quite figure out. you told him it didn't bother you one bit, and that you would gladly drop everything and take care of him whenever he needed it.

"e..." you sigh, and he turns his head away abruptly, his face flushing.

"don't," he whines softly, cheeks a sweet pink as he moves to stand. "i-i don't wanna bother you right now."

"you're not bothering me," you say firmly, stroking along his jaw. "i love you, and my little prince with all my heart." you coo, nuzzling your nose against his jaw and making him whine low in his throat.

he's quiet for a moment, his hands moving to wring together nervously as you pull back and look into his eyes gently. he looks like a little boy, vulnerable and desperate for attention as his lips parted softly.

"promise?" he asks lowly, voice soft and low, blinking owlishly at you.

"i promise," you sigh lowly, running a soft hand through his hair. "now let's go take a bath, okay little prince?"

"okay."

#elvis x reader #austin!elvis x y/n #elvis x y/n #elvis x you #asks #austin!elvis x reader #little e #little prince

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bitbrumal · 5 months

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BLOG REOPENING

hewwo hewwo fellas & fuckos. winks with both eyes. i'm possibly going to slide in around here throughout the holiday season bc the writing itch be itching, so i'll provide an update on the muse list & the dynamics / threads i'd like to keep ( if y'all are also down ) from before my break.

if you would like this post if you're ( still / again / whatever ) interested in writing with me, i'd really appreciate it ! it'd let me know where to get started again ❤ i'm mainly looking for threads over meme replies, although the threads don't have to be lengthy or involved per se. inbox things just aren't doing it for me.

MUSES

UNDER RECONSIDERATION : KHIONIYA / TSARITSA ( open to all )

I wanna keep her, but I've gotta rewrite her. I've been going on pure wishfulfilment MommyTM vibes, but we need a bit more canon accuracy lmfao. Goddess/Archon of Love, yes, but I ought not ignore that she has become like a reversed tarot card :joy:

SCRAPPED : ALHAITHAM

I should be feeling this criminally autistic nerd, but I'm not. Maybe I will some day. I'm leaving him be for right now.

SCRAPPED : CAPITANO

't isn't happening. i'm not... doing what i wanna be doing with him & i also don't care so fwhoop that one's going.

ADDED : WRIOTHESLEY

No-one's surprised. Daddy came home with the milk the moment I called for him, & uh. As soon as I actually fucking play the Fontaine quests I'm sure I'll pick him up. ( I accidentally spoilered myself on his tragicTM backstory & on god this man is a king. ) ( If I fall sideways into neuvilette instead nobody laugh at me. )

KEPT : DOTTORE ( semi-selectively open to all - he's picky & that limits my options ) REGRATOR ( for select fatui threads unless smth Happens ) TARTAGLIA ( open to all ) KAEYA ( open to all ) DILUC ( open to all )

THREADS & DYNAMICS

Obviously I understand if we're not on the same page about carrying on where we left off, no hard feelings. We can start over, pick something new, slap new muses together, or do nothing it all. Issal GucciTM.

LIKE I NEVER LEFT LOL :

I'd love to pick back up where I left off with @galactia, on any & all muses, their dynamics, & also threads c:

The same goes for @bunnyshot, although I see you haven't been online in ages! Regardless, if we're ever on the timeline at the same time again you know I am down to clown. This includes your other muses.

@torrentide HOMIE. HOMIE. HOMIE. HOME BREWSKI. i am down for everything from before & more, idc what.

If @greedbent is still down to clown, I'd love to carry on with what we were brainstorming in the DMs.

Same to you, @howthesleeplesswander!! I see you writing in another fandom on the dash atm, so I get it if you're not in the vibes for what we were brainstorming in the DMs, but I'm still hype to write with you if the mood strikes you. Lmk if you're down :thumbsup: ❤

@xiielians You know idek wtf you're doing right now bc much as the dramatic chinese gaylords captivate me, I haven't indulged in the fandom + I'm waiting patiently on that novel of yours with eyes peeled—but if you wanna play with anything ( whether I know the fandom/char or not ), I'm sure I'll be game!!

@ncrthlandbank I'd love to continue what we were doing with vlad & alyos ❤ if you're down! The thread where regrator terrorizes vlad is one of my alltime faves & still lives rent-free in my head :weary: it's the only time i did him any type of justice & your no-longer-non-playable-characters are awesome.

REBOOT :

Here go all of my moots with who i never fully settled anything ( dynamic / muse / thread-wise ), but was vaguely interacting with on the dash here & there... I am down to clown with all of you, I'd love to start something be it serious or silly. Whether you wanna continue vaguely doing things here & there or you wanna plot something out, idgaf I am so down to clown i am . the whole circus. vamos lmao.

#ooc ✦ we don't leave room for jesus.#makes eyes at the dash hella aggressively #if you'd like this to lmk ur down to clown i'd appreciate it !

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lokiina · 4 months

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WIP whenever~

Tagged by both @therealnightcity and @dreamskug

What am I doin? I'm finally actually doing things, which is the important thing. Cuz Christmas is done and stress at work has finally dropped off significantly.

Mod stuffssss: I'm almost done a super fun mod that was mostly self indulgent but I know there's a small handful of peeps out there who enjoy this band as well. An Electric Callboy vest~

It was a vanilla mesh, I added extra submeshes too and made custom decal images for. I based the design choices off their Tekkno tour gear the guys wore with the paint splatters in their colours.

I'm trying to see if I can get an emissive piece of it working and once I'm content enough I'll snap the icon pic and get it out there.

✨

Writing stuffssss: Also forever snail pace plugging away at some writing but like def don't expect that any time soon cuz I keep going back and rewriting things over and over again. Which means this lil excerpt might be entirely different when I finally post the whole thing one day. dfkjghdfkjgh but a smol piece? okeey.

"Jus’- slow down. Please. I dunno what the fuck is goin’ on. My head’s on fire, I just woke up from the world's shortest sleep and my face was in a pile of actual fur. I panicked. Fuckin’…. Start over." Dino sighed, briefly pinching the bridge of his nose, "What the hell’s goin on? Am I trippin’?" "Me…" Zayn’s eyes scanned over the man watching for his reaction, "That was me…" There was a moment of silence as Dino tried to process that. Him. He was pretty sure that it was a huge ass animal but okay. The man let out a snort and half chuckle, "What l-like a werewolf?" Zayn stared at Dino, looking more annoyed now that it felt like he was making fun of him. "...You're shittin’ me." Dino put a hand on his forehead still processing everything. He blinked at Zayn who was unmoving realizing he was completely serious, “You’re not shittin’ me…”

I wanna go back and also properly write out all the old VP stories I did on insta too. Flesh em out more. Am I gonna be at this for like ever because I write like a snail? Probably. dkjfghkdjf

ANYWAY I'm sure almost everyone at this point has been tagged I'll slap some more anyway. Feel free to ignore if you don't feel like sharing or already did it. It's all for fun, no pressure.

@pinkyjulien @chooh2 @sammysilverdyne @elvenbeard @afterdark-vp @wraithsoutlaws

#cyberpunk 2077 #wip #mod wip #tag game #I'm glad I swapped design ideas for this vest the OG decal choice I started with was.... subpar #Now I love it~

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axyer · 1 month

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TW: rant, reality shifting mention, suicide mention, I got angry man

People who say "fiction doesn't impact reality" or "people are so dumb, they think fictional tropes will hurt them in real life" have clearly never met a psychotic person before.

One time I stayed up well-past two AM panicking and shaking because I was afraid that everything I put Mike through was real and I actually made a real life person get tortured and actually made a real life person go through all those horrors.

I also one time got so into a paranoid episode that I thought I was being hunted down literally just by someone's freaky design that they didn't put a TW on.

Another time, I was in a fandom with an extremely popular comship and at one point the line between real from fake for me was so blurred that I was /srs going to kill myself because someone was mean to me about a ship and I couldn't distinguish in the moment that the ship wasn't a mockery of my suffering, and I'm like seventy-five percent serious when I mean I felt like that ship was personally attacking me because people romanticised the abuse so hard.

And another time I was so obsessed with a fictional character (it's Mike, I'm referring to Mike again) and so hateful of my "bad" personality that I wanted to reality shift (or, "consciousness" shift? Because I was a consciousness theory shifter?) and rewrite my personality to be that character because I hated my own personality so much, to the point my fantasies were consumed with being a reincarnation of the character and I drove myself mad before I got proper support/treatment.

All of this was while I was (mostly to fully) medicated, by the way. Schizoaffective doesn't fully go away, even if you're treated.

Considering the nature of reality-shifters, shipping wars, violent rejection of certain headcanons, the brutal debates over who's "the real character", and other groups I don't wanna invoke the wrath of, I'm like ninety-nine percent certain that we just can't separate real from fake.

And given the fact that I developed homicidal tendencies when I was in sixth grade simply because I got too invested in murderous characters while psychotic, I can only imagine how harmful the belief of "fiction doesn't impact reality" is towards people who literally cannot tell real from fake. You can't tell me you support people of all mental health backgrounds and then proceed to reblog a "your favorite character of all time would hate you if you don't xyz", or "people who don't understand fiction isn't real are dumb and–" what have you."

Do you realise how insensitive you are if you think that survivors of psychosis not being able to tell real from fake makes them "dumb" or "chronically online" or what have you? Sorry that you got the privilege of having a brain that isn't trying to sabotage you, at all times, and WILL sabotage you if you don't take tiny capsules full of chemicals EVERY DAY or so help you god.

I'd honestly rather have to tolerate someone who thinks all psychotic people are like, murderers or something than someone who believes "fiction doesn't impact reality". What do you do when someone is actually delusional, huh? Do you suddenly change your mind about "real from fake is common sense"? Do you shame the delusional person and make them worse, and then victimise yourself when they perceive you as a threat? Do you enable their delusions because they seem pretty to you in the moment (or you're just unqualified to all roses in a rosebush) and then when they suddenly do something gross you don't wanna play with them anymore? Do you call them stupid? Do you fetishise them? Hm?

And don't say none of these. Considered I've been around people like this while psychotic, I know exactly who would ruin me if I was psychotic and who would save my life.

"Fiction doesn't impact reality" is so stupid and probably hypocritical considering most people who I've met that say this's entire lives revolve around fiction. Shut up, and go talk to a psych teacher because they probably have a library of information you don't know.

#sorry I'm angry #I probably shouldn't have been so aggressive #some people aren't educated and that's not their fault #this is more meant to toot the horns of those who know this than educate those who don't #you can't convince an idiot #good grinding gears #I'm tired #axyer psychology moment #axyer rant

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undobutton · 7 months

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Hello!!! anon here, can I request some gn!freelancer x lasko fluff? I'd like to see a confession kind of thing, but anything is fine, I'd love to see what you write !

— 🩹 anon

warnings: Mentions of anxiety, barely proofread, ooc Lasko and Freelacer

genre: Fluffy!

characters: Lasko, and Freelancer!

synopsis: Lasko finally decides to do something about his feelings for you by asking you out to lunch!

a/n: Okay, I have something to confess... I haven't listened to freelencer. Or like any of the D.A.M.N crew's audios.. I plan to! I really wanna but I don't have the time rn. So I apologize deeply if anyone is ooc and I will probably rewrite this after I listen to the playlists. Also hii 🩹anon! I hope this lives up to your expectations and I'm so sorry this took so long!

Lasko isn't oblivious. He know that his feelings for you are returned its just.. What if you say no anyhow? Like sure there's no real reason that you wouldn't agree to at least having lunch with him, y'know since that's nothing new. But anxiety never needed any logic to take hold.

Currently hes pacing around his room like a mad man, mumbling every now and then. His phone is tossed on his bed upside down with your response. He texted you about lunch, nothing more. Nothing less. (What even is less than lunch?) Now hes to scared to get it and look at your reply. He could ask someone to look at it for him, but he'd need to use his phone to call someone.

Frustrated, Lasko sits on his bed and runs a (kinda sweaty) hand through his hair before floping back onto the mattress.

"It's not that big of a deal." He says shakily, trying to reassure himself. A few moments pass and he sits up and grabs his phone in one go.

"Alright. three... two... o-one.. Go." He reads your text

"Lunch sounds fine! What time??"

He lets out a sigh and laughs at himself.

~~~~

Two days later you're sat outside at a nearby cafe scrolling through memes on some social media site. Waiting for Lasko, hes only three minutes late. Normally, you're the one being waited on, but there's a first time for everything.

Lasko comes running, catching your attention with his panicked flurry of emotions. He catches your eye and smiles nervously. After awkwardly rushing past a few other tables and nearly knocking over someones drink, he takes his seat across from you. Wasting no time before bursting into a million apologies.

"I'm so- I'm so sorry I was- Well there was a squirrel and- and sorry I'm late. You should have seen the size of it though. The squirrel I mean. It was just- were you, were you waiting long? Sorry I-"

"Lasko it's fine! It's fine. Did you get a picture of the squirrel?" You ask, putting your phone down with a smile.

He nods and pulls out his phone, calming down a bit.

~~~

Lunch goes by fine. You're both full and heading towards the parking lot. The whole way there Lasko's been even more nervous than usual. Fidgeting and rambling and stuttering up a storm. You're just about to ask if he's alright when he just stops walking all together.

Running a hand through his hair, Lasko looks over at you. He'd been avoiding eye contact this whole time but his eyes find your face now. The suns starting to dip down casting a warm glow on both of you and the sidewalk is surprisingly empty for a Thursday afternoon. He sighs shakily and smiles at you.

"Okay so I didn't just wanna have lunch today- wait no that sounds. I well- No lunch was great I don't need anything else I- I'm full and even if- like you don't owe me anything! Okay okay let me start over uhm I- Lunch?" He ..asks?

A giggle escapes you and he shakes his head.

"No its fine Lasko, start again if you want. I'm all ears!" You grin encouragingly

He takes a breath "I really liked lunch... It was fun and- and You look good. No wait like- you look very good." He blushes but keeps going. "And you look very good... often, m-most times and I uhmm appreciate it? Well you're not doing it for me I know its just- I -I. Gosh. I like you." He says quickly.

You blink a few times.

"Like a lot- I like you a lot romantically.. I said it! I- I did it!" He looks at you and smiles nervously. You crush him in a hug.

"I like you too Lasko, a lot. Romantically" You tease kissing his cheek.

He huffs playfully and pulls away from the hug.

"So.. what do we do now?"

reblogs appreciated!! <3

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted lasko #redacted freelancer #redacted audio

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yuukei-yikes · 1 year

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Tell us about Shinaya’s breakup :D

HEHDJEIDNEKFJEKDKEK ive had this ask since i posted i was thinking abt it MAN i cannot express to u i just. I WANNA WRITE A FIC SO BAD but AUGH im so bad at it it makes me cringe i cant do that but its basically like all my damn posts together u know. i keep thinking of shintaro's disastrous relationships post str going from ayano to kano to takane etcetc sorry im playing with him like a stress toy making him go thru hell but its so fun

srry i dont wanna have to rewrite a lot of stuff so erm im liking this answer 🫡🫡🫡 and i could link a bunch more just so u SEE MY VISION... but i think linking that is enough. ON AND OFF SHINAYA MY BELOVED

shintaro and ayano sort of having this ridiculous relationship because both are hurting and jumped in a relationship too quick but fighting/being sad about stupid shit is so much easier than dealing with their actual issues that they've got with themselves. like focusing on each other and what they don't like about each other and their relationship is so much easier than crying about how suicidal they are. lollllll SO LIKE this insanity sort of saves them at the same time??

i mean the most ideal would be that instead of getting together they got therapy and the normal kind not the relationship kind. you know. but also theyre traumatized and ugh. its so much easier to resent each other than themselves. its so much easier to be petty. its such a relief to cry over relationship problems than over timeline resets or dead parents and etc. YOU GET ME?????

they keep breaking up and getting back together ridiculously like it is 1000% so dramatic each and everytime. ayano crying her eyes out like its the end of the world and shintaro making 100 sad playlists. and it happens at least monthly. the first time everyone's like WHOA THEY BROKE UP!?!? SHIT!! the second time its like heyyy maybe they'll work it out like last time!! third time its like are you joking. fourth time they're already begging them to stop. by they i mean the dan but especially takane by the way. who do you think is picking up the pieces.

and by the way the one breaking up all the time and being dramatic as hell is shintaro. he gets angry and annoyed and weaponizes the LETS BREAK UP thing because he DOESNT MEAN IT. like he knows he and ayano will work it out later. he gets comfortable again. not to get on the ayano surviving thing, but i think ayano (and hiyori but especially ayano) making it out alive undoes a big part of the message abt moving on. like i love her so im not complaining thats i love having her alive :3 but i like to translate this into shintaro like. he's intensely trying to repress/process all the memories of the other timelines to cope and have a normal life and ends up being this way because he's sort of self sabotaging himself. like ayano's alive and she likes me??? lol. ok?? ill wake up any moment now!! and he feels guilty and undeserving and is sort of a dickhead to her in an unconscious attempt of keeping her away because that's what he deserves according to him. also why he's accepting of takane's intense obsession with him lol bc she's familiar and she is comfortable, unlike ayano who is so rare and one in its kind in all the timelines. he is sort of terrified of her in a way.

the lets break up isnt rly a breakup. its just a leave me alone see u later. LOL i think we talk too much abt kanoshin bringing the worst in each other but what about shinaya. they do that too. yeah we CAN have fluffy shinaya. but like i said it is so easy to focus all this bitterness and sadness into each other and it's so relieving to be sad and angry about this rather than everything else. because this is sort of in their control while everything else isn't, wasn't. and its so unfair. of course its unfair!! but they cant do anything abt it. so they just go crazy on each other. ayano is DESPERATE to be needed. i could link more replies but i will hold myself back. basically her siblings are used to being alone/know she has her own problems and ayano is dealing with this emptiness and feeling of failure bc no one needs her, from her perspective her sacrifice still failed to save everyone, her parents are gone so she needs to step up. like she puts herself under all this pressure and feels Not Good Enough for ANYTHING. and she is dating shintaro.

it's EASY to bother him and try to get him to open up and etc so she ridiculously focuses on that. but it gets on shintaro's nerves to say the least LOL plus all his other issues i mentioned 🫡plus she keeps being like we have to be normal. lets kiss and hold hands and cuddle. but she's too embarrassed to say it/do it and shintaro is even more pathetic about it. so theyre both frustrated about everything and can barely even sit next to each other without acting insane.

AND SORRY BUT I WILL TALK ABT TAKANE🫡💞💗💖💝💕💘ofc. codependent shintaka. of course. it drives ayano CRAZY because on top of all their problems takane is able to talk sense into shintaro each and every single time. and she is soooo jealous like she knows its stupid but she cant help ittt i ALSO TALKED ABT THIS SORRY I KEEP REPEATING MYSELF IM JUST SO CRzy abt it. hehe......the whole mess bringing drama to harutaka too bc shintaro and ayano are so messy theyre contagious is so fun to me. when it comes to shintaro and takane's horrible relationship both their romantic relationships suffer for it but deal with it completely differently. while both haruka and ayano deal with jealousy somewhat, ayano is so hurt and already at the verge of a mental breakdown so she's focusing so many negative emotions on it and AGAIN it just serves as another point of argument between shintaro and ayano while haruka is like. his mental state isnt as convoluted as ayanos, he's rather freaking out and terrified of being left alone. THIS IS ABT SHINAYA so i wont get into harutaka side but lol. heh. Looks at it. zooms in it. like what i mean is that haruka and takane talk and work through it and are like sighs yeah...this is messed up while shintaro and ayano are using it against each other instead of working on it LMAO

ANYWAYS. ayano breaks up with shintaro. vine boom. total breakdown moment like everyone out of the room i wanna talk to you alone. and this time its for REAL. like ayano isnt confrontational at all, all their arguments are always her being pushy abt idk mental health and shintaro's like godddd STOPPPPP and ayano crying and shintaro being like I CANNOT DEAL WITH THAT. IM SORRY I GUESS. CAN U GET OUT OF THE ROOM. WE'LL TALK LATER. but he also sucks so bad at letting the other person know they can count on him so he kind of assumes ayano will do it when she's ready because he KNOWS she's in pain. like. ofc it could go well. ofc shintaro and ayano could work through everything with kindness and comprehension for each other but they're both so sad and suddenly find themselves annoyed at each other one time and it felt so freeing to do that that they just keep doing it. especially shintaro. having ayano be mad at him is sort of relieving because he feels undeserving of her and its like yeah. Yeah!! i know its ooc but shinaya screaming match.god. sorry but all their bottled up emotions abt everything and they take it out on each other for no reason other than theyre giving each other the space and it plays out that way. theyre acting crazy about something so stupid like shintaro not wanting ayano to wear his clothes or whatever. like they scream about that but its not about that. it just feels so good to scream. it feels so good to scream and let it out even if they haven't given themselves the time to process that theyre not... actually screaming abt that at all. theyre screaming about everything else. not even about each other. its about themselves. its always been.its never been about each other. when it is, its stupid. thats why they do it. its just easier. God. they were just not ready for a relationship, especially not one with each other out of all people.

ayano breaks first, therefore dumps shintaro lol. he goes thru his own fucked up arc afterwards while ayano gets help. my man spirals DOWN. whether they get back together or not depends on my mood 🤨 but if they do, its by the time theyre in their mid twenties or something so a few years later LOL i picture them dating like for over a year maybe?? when theyre 18/19. hehe.

like. do you get it.

#ask tag #headcanons #HEH...#ayashin divorce

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gojonanami · 3 months

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Hi Sab!

I remember you mentioning that you were currently writing four(?) books?

What sort of fiction do you usually write outside of jjk?

(If you'd rather not share plot points/etc. in case you end up publishing them in the future, I understand!!)

this is so sweet of you to ask! i don't mind sharing some information about what i'm writing -- i have like three novels i'm working on currently and then one i wrote in high school that i finished but needs...heavy rewrites lmao

romantic fantasy / enemies to lovers (sort of) / arranged marriage / sci-fi/fantasy

this is a newer project - based on a concept for a fic au series i had that i thought would be better as a novel.

a princess married to a prince - the thing of fairy tales, neither having ever even had laid eyes on each other until the wedding day, and both married to the other for the advantage of their kingdoms on their respective planets. except, the prince wasn't a prince -- not really. adopted by the queen, he was the second son, in everything -- except his queen's eyes. and the princess wasn't a princess - she was a killer in disguise, perfectly poised with the empress keeping her in check with a threat to the only person she ever cared about.

but when people start dying that she didn't kill and she starts falling for the prince that she was supposed to hate, how will she navigate her way through on an unfamiliar planet where she doesn't know who to trust?

fantasy / adventure / found family / multiple povs

this is my big project - i've rewritten this book three times - i started writing it...oh my god, 12 years ago (fuck). i'm on the third draft, and its...90K - and i still have a good third of the book left lmao.

rebirth -- a burgeoning leader that falls from grace, a mage with almost everything to hide about her past, and a young girl trying to find her place after her home was burned away to ash.

this leader nearly lost himself in the war ten years before - when he was far too young to be fighting in it, and now with the enemy rising again, right as he's about to be handed the leadership of his guild, he loses something much greater - himself.

the mage has shed her identity far too many times to the point where she nearly has forgotten the name given by her parents. but after her home is attacked, she's forced to confront she ran away from -- after she had killed the man she was being forced to wed.

this young girl had grown up away from the world, on a town on the outskirts of nowhere - her father leaving everything behind after he had lost her mother and his wife. but that world comes pounding again at her doorstep, and doesn't stop, until it's taken every part of her world - including one of the people she held the dearest. and now she's forced to find her place in a home she never knew - surrounded by people who don't trust her.

revenge story / assassin / based on 15th century france / england / joan of arc inspired

this is just a concept i had come up with when researching joan of arc in high school for a project. it was essentially what if joan of arc wasn't believed and her home was taken from her -- what lengths would she go get revenge? and then kind of evolved from there. i won't give a whole summary because i don't really have a ton about this book - i wrote like 12 pages of it, plotted a bit, and then never got back to it lol. but i do wanna write it at some point

chosen one / with a twist / middle grade fantasy

this one i won't give a summary for because it's a mess lol. i wrote this book in high school with no plan - i just wrote it - and therefore its a mess. i was really good at bullshitting. but essentially, its about a girl who loses her mom at a young age, her father is emotionally distant, and then disappears -- she's attacked, and realizes that her parents are from a world of magic that exists parallel to the real one. and she has to travel there to find out what happened to her father.

#sab [asks]#sab [anons]#sab [novels]#i guess i'll make a tag lmao #maybe i'll share snippets if anyone cares lmao #i wrote these summaries on the fly so i apologize if they are not the best lmao

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iceheap · 2 years

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So it turns out that people are actually active her in Tumblr when it comes to the Aphmau fandom so wassup okay here's the thing.

I'm a veteran aarmau shipper. I know he messed shit up in MCD but I think that's the writers doing shit not Aaron's fault specific so uhhh hmu in the asks if y'all wanna hear my headcannons or rewrite or whatever. I've seen a few people around doing little rewrites and whatnot so I figured I'd do mine while staying true to the aarmau aspect. As much as I can anyway.

So yeah rewrite aspect 1: Aaron's cold and quiet and snappish because he's greiving, not because it's his personality. Give him a healing arc. THEN have him catch feelings. He's upset he's caught feelings. Wow, being in love is shit, fuck this.

Denial. Heavy denial. I'm not in love. Nope. I'm just learning how to feel emotion's again, yeah that's totally it lol haha

Anger. Wow I'm such a shitty person. My wife and son are dead while I'm over here pining over this random really pretty and smart and intelligent and of equal status to me girl who's a lord and understands my struggles. I'm such a bad person. Fuck me.

Bargening. It's fine! I can be a little in love, I just won't say anything! It'll go away if I avoid her. If I push Laurance and Garroth her way, she'll choose one eventually and I won't be in love anymore!

Depression. She's never gonna love me back. I'm a fuck up, why would she love me back. I don't want her to love me back, I'm just damaged goods, whats so special about me anyways.

Acceptance. I'm in love with her. I won't tell her because I don't want to be in love with her. I'll be happy with whatever guy she chooses. This is a passing crush and it'll go away, and even if it doesn't, that's okay.

They move in toghether. He makes her breakfast. He holds her hand when they go to and from their little training feild. He teaches her how to whittle wood.

Aphmau herself is less passive than in the series. She's serious and stands up for herself more, less of a damsel in distress, and he makes her laugh with sarcastic quips and quiet jokes.

Aaron knows how to knit and tailor. He used to in his spare time before everything went to shit, so he starts making Lilith Garnet clothes. He makes Aphmau a beautiful flowing dress for every day wear with leather accents to add on as armor and Aphmau treasures it greatly.

He can't cook for shit.

He only builds half their house because he's stupid and has no self preservation and almost breaks his back when he falls of the roof like a dumbass.

He finally wears a shirt after soneome gifts him one, having realized he doesn't wear one for the asthetic✨, it's because he's poor af and lost his mind to the lust for revenge and wasnt thinking of functioning for a while there.

He actually gets help when he breaks Garroth out of the Irene dimension and doesn't sacrifice himself for no fucking reason.

Garroth is salty but they learn to get along.

One day Garroth is like at least you treat her like a queen and Aaron is like wym and Garroth is like bro y'all are dating wym wym and Aaron is like we are. What.

He asks Aphmau and she's like Aaron you make me breakfast, do all the chores, kis my hand good night, every night, tuck in OUR daughter, make me breakfast in bed, and run our finances. I thought we were in a queer platonic relationship at least. We don't have to date if u dont want to but yeah I kind of assumed.

Aaron's like well shite. Did I accidentally seduce my crush. Wtf happened. What is happening.

They defeat Shad as a group toghether idk. Aphmau isn't Irene because that plotline and reveal was STUPID. She's a decendant of Irene and nothing more fuck all y'all.

There that's my Aaron. Hmu if u want more of him, might post more anyways because fuck man they did him so dirty.

#aaron lycan #aarmau #aphmau #aphmau mcd #minecraft diaries

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