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tinygarbage · 5 months

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December

pairing: simon “ghost” riley x f!reader

word count: 2.1k

summary: simon has been in a foul mood all of december and you think he hates you

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, implied trauma, american reader lol, mentions of alcohol (reader is slightly buzzed), implications of familial trauma, no use of y/n, no physical description, not edited fully bc i am last minute on this (again), military inaccuracies bc im just a silly girl on a silly app :p, lmk if I missed anything :)

au: lol there’s not really a plot to this but i plan on building on this little friendship so if u like it lmk :) just something silly i wrote bc the holidays are a little tough for me :)

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The two sargents and the captain of the one-four-one find themselves tasked with a new objective when December rolls around. Keep you from being alone with Ghost. Even stretching far enough to keep you away from situations that might cause an outburst from the broad Brit.

It all started one morning in the kitchen. You and Soap having your morning coffee. You being American and him being Scottish, you two were the outcasts. The only coffee drinkers.

"We outta finish these quickly." Soap speaks, looking over a report meant to be turned into Price by noon.

"Why's that?" You ask, completely oblivious to why you have to gulp down your steaming mug of coffee so early in the morning.

"LT," Soap says as if it's an obvious thing.

"What about him? He deals with it every other morning." You say with a shrug, sitting up in your chair as your boots are tied perfectly tight. Leaving it impossible for the laces to come undone during training.

Soap looks at you as you take your first sip, wincing at how hot it was. You glance back at him, feeling his wide eyed stare. "What?" You ask, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze.

"You're new. That's right." Soap says, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"Not that new. I've been here for 10 months already." You say defensively. You had just escaped their teasing nicknames and comments about how green you were. To the team, that was. Which, to be clear, never messed with their trust for your skill. They knew you were an important asset to the team. But what's friendship without a little teasing?

"Yeah, but you're new to LT and December." Soap chuckles, gulping more of his coffee.

"It's just another month," you say with a shrug.

"Just finish your coffee, hen." Soap says, shaking his head as he finishes his own up. Rinsing it and the pot out in the sink.

The rest of the month is similar. The team still shielding you from Ghost. You see him obviously. While on the training grounds, during morning roll call, passing through the common room. But you hardly talk to him. Instead, overhearing stories about his mood towards new recruits being much worse than normal. Which was astonishing to hear because his mood towards them was typically foul.

You knew why the team was creating a barrier as soon as you heard about his mood. It's because to Ghost, you're just a new recruit. No matter how many times you cover him on a mission, or prove yourself and your strength time and time again. You're green. A baby deer stumbling to walk. And it drives him nuts. He constantly ignores your looks of admiration. Brushing aside your words of praise as you hold out your fist for a fist bump. A tradition strong among the rest of the guys and you.

Instead, he gives you disapproving stares. Degrading lectures in front of the new recruits when your golden retriever attitude gets too bubbly. Scoffs when you suggest strategies or try and help during mission briefings. Shoving shoulders when you stand in his way. And your least favorite, the mumbling. Little remarks and insults spoken under his breath. Hardly hidden from behind the mask. His harsh words still fall on your exceptional hearing, causing your nostrils to flare as you see red.

You'd spent nearly 10 months trying to prove yourself to him. And you nearly got him. His walls slowly coming down, brick by brick. He'd start making small jokes about the new recruits to you when partnered together. Pat your back firmly after a good shot. Acknowledge your presence when you both were in the kitchen or the common area.

Until bloody December rolls around. Again, you're thankful to the team for shielding you from his horrendous mood. But you're frustrated that you can't keep trying to weasel your way into getting him to like you. That all of your efforts have been thrown away and you'd have to restart as soon as you have full access to his side again.

It isn't until the end of December that you're alone with him for the first time in a month. It's late, just past midnight. He's sitting in the common room, a steaming cup of tea in front of him. You walk in late from a night out at the pub after gaining Price's approval to go out. You were just catching up with a couple friends who were studying abroad. Your heart feeling twice it's size after seeing a little piece of home.

It's dark. The only thing lighting up the room is the glow of his phone screen and the light from the door outside the common room. Which you held open as you stared at him like a deer in headlights. Not knowing what to say. Or do.

Slowly, you close the door. Making your way across the common room slowly. Your converse tapping the tile of the floor with each step. Vision slightly blurred from the pints you indulged in. You're almost past him, completely avoiding eye contact as you quietly walk past the couch he's spread out on.

"It's a bit late," He speaks up. His deep, gruff voice sending a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps forming on your skins despite your warm hoodie and worn jeans.

"Captain gave me a pass. For the Holidays." You speak carefully, eyes finally meeting his form in the dark.

The pale moonlight from the window across from him gives her a better view. His phone screen lighting up his face. He's wearing a black surgical mask, covering the lower half of his face. A black hoodie covers his upper half, the hood up to create a perfect shadow over what the mask wasn't covering. The only thing really visible to the eye was his eyes. His dark chocolate irises that scan over your casual appearance. Taking in the sight of you outside of uniform or athletic clothes. Instead seeing you in the dark jeans that hung from your hips. Hoodie and jacket baggy on your upper half.

You look past him, seeing the time on the clock above the door way. The green electronic letters reading 00:13. It's now officially Christmas. Your eyes shift back to him, catching his intense stare. The air seems to run cold as he glared, his demeanor clearly bothered by your existence. You can't stop the small shiver that runs down your spine as you stare back. Blinking slowly as you try and keep your brain working.

"Merry Christmas, Riley." You finally say, eyes dropping down to your scuffed converse.

His head turns and he checks the clock. He turns back, "Merry Christmas." He says. His voice sounds...different. Tired? No...defeated...maybe.

You smile politely, your sneaker twisting against the tile of the common room. You should walk away. Leave him to his own thoughts. Get into bed and sleep off the couple pints you threw down with friends. But you don't. Instead you stand awkwardly near the exit of the common rooms. Your brain busy with contradicting thoughts. Say something. Go to bed. Ask him about his mood. Shut up and go to bed. Sit next to him. Scream at him for always being an asshole. But you do nothing. Standing as still as a statue. Not daring to move, your muscles completely stone.

"Don't break yourself, kid." He retorts, a small chuckle at his own humor.

"Huh?" You ask absentmindedly, before it clicks in your head that you were standing still like an idiot. Thinking so loudly that Russia was probably disturbed. You awkwardly blurt out a response, "Oh, yeah. Thanks.”

He raises a brow. Clearly unimpressed with your inability to act normal around him. "You want to say something?"

"It's late," you say sheepishly, "Why are you still up?"

His eyes drop down to his tea. You watch as he shifts slightly, revealing more of himself in the moonlight. He's wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, fitting tight against his thighs as he manspreads on the leather couch. Taking up space with his huge, muscular body.

"Cant sleep." He says shortly. In his typical, gruff manner.

"Something keeping you up?" You ask without thinking.

You brace yourself for a snotty comment, or a silent glare as he pushes past you. Instead, you hear a huff of laughter. Or what was supposed to be laughter. You can never tell with the Lieutenant. "Isn't it always something?"

"In our line of work, typically," You shrug, fingers tingling in the pockets of your jacket. "Do you," you pause, clearing your throat to sound more sure of yourself, "Do you need to talk about it?"

His eyes meet yours. He says nothing for a few seconds. Letting your words hang in the air. "I just don't fancy the holidays."

You nod, somehow smart enough in your tipsy state to realize exactly what he meant. It was more than the military. It was his life. "I get it." You say softly, "Do you mind if I sit with you? I need to gather myself before I try and stay quiet."

"Go ahead.”

Easier than you thought. You cross the common room carefully, sitting at the other end of the love seat. Immediately drawing your knees into your chest. Your arms wrap around your legs as you press them into your chest. Gaze falling to the window to see the brick building across the way. You're not exactly sure what to say, drawing in controlled breaths as you sit in silence. Fighting the urge to ask a million and one questions as your buzzed brain runs wild.

"You've been avoiding me." He says suddenly. Ripping through the silence.

You turn your head, chewing the inside of your cheek as you look at him. From this angle, you see the rest of his face. His dark scar poking through the surgical mask. His other scar curved above his thick eyebrow. His usual eye black is nowhere to be seen. Just dark circles formed under his eyes from exhaustion. His dark eyes darting around. He seems..uneasy. Which is unlike him.

"I haven't been," you say quickly. Both of you let the lie sit for a second before you eventually come clean. His intense eyes sending you straight into confession mode. "Ok, maybe I have been."

"Why?"

"Aren't you happy I'm not up your ass anymore?" You can't help but ask.

"At first."

"What changed?"

"Maybe I don't mind having you around," he shrugs.

You stare at him for a minute. Waiting for him to say he's just playing, and actually wants you to get out of his face. But the words never come. Instead, you look at the man next to you. His usual determined expression is no where to be seen. Replaced with a sheepish gaze as his eyes dart around everywhere but on you. He wasn't joking around. He liked your company.

"The guys said to keep my distance," you reply. Figuring there was no reason to lie about it.

"Because December." He finishes.

"Pretty much," you say with a shaky exhale. Not exactly fond of the route this good take.

"You didn't have too. I wouldn't have snapped at you," he says, voice soft. "I just don't do well around the holidays."

"You don't have to explain yourself." You reply with an empathetic tone. "I'm sorry for avoiding you."

He turns to you, finally making eye contact with you. Shifting slightly under your gaze. "Thank you."

You smile, "You don't need to thank me. We all have our own shit. Just know I've got your back if you ever need me."

His eyes soften in the moonlight, "And I've got yours."

You smile, turning your head back forward. Knowing that if you continue to look at him you'll lose the small sense of control over your buzzed emotions. As you sit in a comfortable silence, you quickly realize you can't stay in the room any longer. His lingering cologne and his kind words creating a pool of fluttering butterflies in a cage. Locked right between your ribs.

Carefully, you drop your legs. Your converse plant on the ground and you push yourself up, the room shaking as you regain full balance. With your hands stuffed back into your pockets, you walk towards the hallway filled with the small rooms the team occupies. Before you leave, you turn on your heel. Staring at him for a second as you try and form words. A lump of complicated feelings lodged in your throat. So instead of saying anything of importance. Or stating why you are fleeing the scene at a rapid pace after he said his first genuine non-work related thing. You give him a tight lipped smile.

"Merry Christmas, Simon."

"Merry Christmas, kid."

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part two :)

there u are :)) it’s small and uneventful but sometimes i really enjoy writing small moments like these :)

thank u for reading <3 happy holidays !

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #cod x reader #christmas

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melrodrigo · 10 months

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Tardy, part 9

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s time to take down Ghostface once and for all…nothing can go wrong, right?

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Language, Angst

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: There’s also fluff in the beginning because it wouldn’t be me without fluff…happy reading! Don’t forget to tell me what you think <3

The rest of the evening is spent in bliss. Tara in your arms splayed on the floor while you guys whisper disgustingly sweet nothings into the other's ear.

The morning after is no different. You wake to the smell of burnt bread, bacon, and eggs.

You get up drearily, try to stretch and immediately regret it when you feel a sharp sting pull at both your shoulder and stomach.

Humph. Last night almost made you forget you had two additional holes in your body.

You poke your head into the kitchen and smile cheekily.

"Good morning sunshine. Whatcha making there?" You hum, waltzing over to stand behind your girlfriend.

You don't see her face but you can tell she's pouting. Her shoulders tight, fists balled at her sides.

"The bagel burned." She says, letting out a tiny huff.

You peer over her to see 4 halves of a bagel burnt to a crisp, sitting sadly at the feet of the table.

"I can see that." You chuckle. She turns around quickly, big frown on her face.

"It's not funny. This has never happened before." She whines.

"It's a little funny. I mean, who would've thought an amazing chef like you would burn some plain ol bagels?" You tease, tilting your face down to press a kiss to her hair.

She pinches your sides a little too hard in warning.

"Okay, okay! Come on, I'll do the bagels. The bacon smells amazing though, you should go check up on those." You suggest, watching Tara brighten up at your praise comically fast.

You can almost see the imaginary lightbulb spark above her head.

"Yes. That's what I'll do." She grins, sauntering over to her bacon and eggs. She turns back quickly as if she just remembered something.

"But not because you told me to." She says, a mischievous grin on her lips. You roll your eyes but nod nonetheless.

She picks up her phone from the counter, presses play on a song.

It fits the energy nicely. Sort of slow, sort of upbeat. It's very romantic though.

She senses it too, you can tell by the way she snakes her hand around your waist and pulls you closer for a dance.

It might look a little silly from an outsider's perspective, you'll admit that, but it fills you with warmth.

It's times like these you want to use those cringy words couples are always describing their feelings with. You feel fuzzy. You want to forget about everything else in the world and focus on her.

"Tsk. tsk. Lovebirds, outta the way, I'm starving!" Mindy exclaims, popping out from god knows where. You frown a little at the intrusion.

She hurries over to the fridge, grabs a stray piece of bacon on her way there; earning her a light slap from Tara.

She rummages through the fridge, moving things left and right and out and in again.

"What's got you so excited?" Tara asks, sharing a look with you. Mindy doesn't turn as she answers.

"Not excited, I'm getting prepared. Can't defeat Ghostface with an empty stomach, can I?" She replies jokingly.

It's enough to ruin the mood. It makes you remember it's not just you and Tara in this world, and absolutely nothing is currently fine.

You straighten, clear your throat. Then turn to Tara, hoping you can still pretend to live in the moment.

"Shall we have breakfast, m'lady?" You ask, bowing dramatically.

You can tell it doesn't work. Tara's eyes darken again.

"Yeah...yeah. Let's." She says, sending you a small smile and pulling out your chair for you.

You squeeze her hand three times and try to send her a secret signal. She smiles a little, returning with three squeezes of her own.

You're quiet most of the ride to your apartment. The seven of you are crammed into Sam's little SUV; knees pressed together uncomfortably.

"What's the plan again?" You ask, trying to relieve some of the anxiety that's forming inside you with a distraction. The untimely news about your father had shaken you a bit, leaving you with no memory whatsoever of the plan the rest of the gang had made.

Tara's the one who answers you.

"We call Ghostface, get him to come to your apartment. You, me, Sam, and Chad will be waiting. Try to get him to fall for the trap, cage him up, shoot him and then we chop chop and pretend this never happened for the rest of our lives." She says simply, with all the chill of someone who's planning a holiday vacation.

When you get to the apartment, Sam equips herself with a net gun, the most important weapon; because she claims she's the only one who can use it. She's not wrong about that.

When she hands out the rest of the weapons to the group, you can tell she sees the hesitance on your face. You're tired. Not ready to fight.

The only weapon she gives you is a tiny pocket knife.

There's a trap set up right at the front door, and if all hell goes loose, there's a secret gun stashed in your bedroom.

You're not confident in the plan, not at all. There's way too much assuming what Ghostface will do when you all know he's a deranged psycho with a mind of his own.

By the time you get there, trap at the front door set, you're shaking. It's an unfortunate habit, really. You feel the dull ache in your stomach get worse with anxiety.

You're all standing smack dab in the middle of your living room. Nobody's relaxed enough to sit down.

Mindy, Ethan, Anika and Danny are situated together somewhere downstairs, in hiding. Ready to signal to you guys if they see anything suspicious.

You told them that you shouldn't split up, and safety was in numbers; but alas, the four of them had refused.

"Don't worry. We'll be safe." Ethan had said to you before he left, quickly following behind the other three with a skip in his steps.

Now, Tara inches closer to you, obviously sensing your turmoil. She grabs both your hands in hers and brings them up to her lips to kiss each of your knuckles. Her face is tight, determined.

"I'm gonna kill this fucker for what he did to you." She whispers, low enough for no one else but you to hear.

Normally, you'd laugh and quip back that she's way too tiny and weak for that, but the way she's looking at you; all mad and worked up sends shivers down your spine.

You open your mouth to tell her you'd happily do the same for her, but the indistinct sound of a phone ringing beats you to it.

Sam looks down at the contact and her expression turns unreadable. She sends all of you a final 'you ready?' look.

"Hello, Samantha." Comes the raspy voice out of Sam's phone.

"Hi." Sam grits out, grip so hard around the net gun that her knuckles turn white.

It's quiet for too long, almost like Ghostface is unsure of what to say. You raise an eyebrow internally.

Wasn't Ghostface supposed to be like super witty and stuff?

"Hey fuckface, would you mind telling us where you are? I'll show you mine if you show me yours." You say, voice light; sort of teasing. Tara grips your hand hard in support.

"Oh, YN...you didn't think I didn't know about your little plan did you?" Ghostface drawls and all four of you pale almost collectively.

"Plan? We just want to meet the fucker that wants to kill us," Sam says, eyes darting back and forth between your windows.

"Why don't you show yourself hm? Or are you too much of a pussy that you can't even fight me face to face?" She taunts, and you try to bite back the surprise on your face at her tone. She's serious, snarl on her face, fire evident in her eyes type of serious. It scares you a little.

What scares you even more is that you agree with her. There's something stirring deep in you, the feeling of ever losing Tara, the random uncalled DNA test, the fact that this fucker wants to take you away from her.

It's never going to happen.

You're about to open your mouth and bully the hell out of Ghostface when a loud shrill scream cuts you off.

You can feel the atmosphere change immediately.

It's not like your first night up on the roof with Tara now, you know what you're supposed to do. Or at least you kind of know.

You dart out the front door, leaping past the trap door you've made and practically sprint down the flights of stairs.

You can hear the three of them close behind you, footsteps hurried.

"Guys?" You call out.

There's a thumping sound and an animalistic groan. It makes you run even faster.

You round the corner to see Danny pressed up against a wall, Ghostface too close for comfort and thrashing wildly.

He's putting up a good fight, dodging and throwing in punches when he can; but it's clear who has the upper hand here.

"Hey, fuckface! Get away from my girlfriend's sister's boyfriend!" You yell, as loud as you can.

Damn, that's wordy.

You grip Ghostface's shoulders, using as much force as you can to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze in an attempt to try and pry him off Danny. You manage to throw him back, and quickly steady your feet as he tries to take a sloppy swing at you.

"Danny, where's the rest of them?" You question, looking around to see no sight of Ethan, Anika nor Mindy.

Ghostface surges at you again, and you dive to the side, kicking him in the side.

"I don't know, they just left." He says, sounding exasperated. You scrunch your eyebrows at his statement.

You see Sam behind Ghostface, ready with a beer bottle in her hand.

Huh, wonder where she got that.

She slams it down on his head hard, and Ghostface lets out a whimper. He swings madly at the both of you, not letting you approach. Then, he dashes out the lobby door before you guys can do anything.

You see the internal conflict in Sam's eyes. She wants to follow Ghostface, but she also wants to check up on Danny and his sort of worrying-looking wound.

"Stay with him. I'll follow Ghostface." You say, your tone authorative. You know she needs to hear it right now.

"Absolutely not." Tara pipes up, rushing up to you and putting her hands on your waist.

As if that was going to stop you.

You lean down quickly and press a kiss on her cheek.

"I have to go. Like right now. Or else we're going to lose him." You murmur, rub her back comfortingly. You can tell she's about to open her mouth and argue again, but Chad beats her to it.

"I'll go with her, don't worry Tara." He announces. He grabs you by the arm and urges you forward.

You mouth a quick 'love you' to Tara and run out the front lobby door, Chad in tow.

It's not hard at all to guess where the three of them could've gone. You notice the splatter of blood beneath your feet immediately; signal it to Chad.

"Holy shit." He whispers.

It's a lot. It has to be at least a gallon of blood, paving a clear way, hand prints and feet prints crazy and wild.

There's a spluttering sound to the left of you where the blood trail starts getting bigger and thicker. In big, random splotches till it stops right in front of a bush.

It would be a good hiding spot, if it weren't for the liquid painting everything crimson.

You round the big bush, weary; scared of what you might find. The pocket knife is pressed hard in your hand.

"Ethan?" You say as you see the brunette boy propped up against a wall, hiding behind the bush, hands pressed to a wound at his ribcage.

He looks extremely close to death. Like the grim reaper is five seconds away to coming and sucking the life out of him type of dead.

You don't waste a second. You rush over, fall to your knees, already feeling tears prick at your eyes.

"No no no, please." You murmur to no one in general, gripping and slapping at Ethan's shoulders, trying to get him awake.

His eyes are half-lidded, breath coming in in short sharp gasps.

You turn sharply, scream at Chad to get down here. You make him press at Ethan's wound further while you grab desperately at your shirt and ripping a piece off.

"YN." Ethan croaks, trying to get you to look at him.

There's no time, you can't. You can't let him go, not when you've just started to get to know him. Your closest friend, under you, bleeding out slowly.

There's no use trying to stop the tears now, tears stream down your face, blurring your vision.

You take the cloth in your hands and wrap it around his wound, tight, in hopes of stopping the bleeding.

It's too late, you all know it. He's already lost too much blood. He shakes a little and it makes you look up.

He's laughing.

He doesn't get to do it for very long, because blood is trickling out his mouth and choking him.

"Please, Ethan. I need you. Please don't go." You plead, taking his hand in yours and squeezing as hard as possible.

You feel the faintest squeeze before his hand falls entirely limp.

"I love you." He whispers, and then he closes his eyes. It looks almost peaceful, like he's falling asleep after a long day.

You're sobbing now. There's nothing holding you back, just pure carnal screams.

Chad sits, hands limp at his sides. Like he doesn't know what to do. He's crying too, you notice, but it's hard to see anything through your hazy vision.

You know they were close too, to the point where Chad was comfortable enough to introduce Ethan to the rest of the gang.

You feel hot, and the sadness switches to anger fast. You feel enraged.

You stand up, look both ways.

"Ghostface! Show yourself you fucker, or I'm going to hunt you down and gut you myself." You yell, hands gripping the pocket knife so hard the handle sinks between your fingers a little.

Immediately you hear something coming from the back of you. You're knocked back and stumble onto the pavement, a blur of black and white on top of you.

Your heart picks up till you feel like it might explode. Ghostface's taking your arms and placing them above your head, trying to stop you from moving.

You scream as he takes his knife and slices open the wound on your stomach once again, not too deep for it to be fatal; but enough for you to feel like you want to die.

He gets knocked over by Chad, who's standing arms flexed and ready for more fighting if necessary.

You roll over, get as close to Ghostface as you can, and try to sink the pocket knife into his chest.

You hit something hard and furrow your brows, trying with all your might to press down so you can finally kill the fucker.

He's wearing a bulletproof vest, you realize all at once, and try to change the directions of your knife.

It's too late, because he's recovering already. Ghostface reaches down to grab at your shoulder wound. You hiss, retracting immediately at the pain.

He takes that opportunity to get up and flee, but not before aiming a knife to Chad and throwing, ninja style.

"Yeah, flee you pathetic coward." You growl, taking Chad's extended hand and getting up.

"Guys?" You hear Sam call out, somewhere somewhat close.

"We're over here!" Chad yells out, and it takes only moments before you see the three of them running towards you; faces distraught.

Sam and Danny slow down halfway when they see that there's no immediate danger, but Tara picks up her pace, rushing towards you and all but flings herself into your arms.

You wince, but hold her tight.

She pulls back when she feels the thick sticky liquid painting her own shirt red. Her hands dart to cup your face, deep frown on her lips.

"You got hurt again." And her voice cracks as if she might cry.

"I'm okay." You try and reassure, tilting your face and kissing her hard.

You pull back, too quick for her liking.

"Ethan." You mumble, suddenly feeling weak in the knees.

"Ethan what?" She asks, trying to wipe the blood off your face.

"He's dead." Chad answers, voice hollow.

Tara's face changes immediately. She knows how close you were with him.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry." She whispers, rubbing comforting circles at the top of your head. You bend down, bury yourself in the crook of her neck so she doesn't have to see you cry.

You sniff slightly.

"So like...what do we do with the body?" Danny pipes up.

"We'll call the police. No use calling the ambulance now." Sam answers, eyeing you while she says the second part of her sentence.

You don't react, trying to block out the noises around you and focus on Tara. You think you might break down if you don't.

"Where's Anika and Mindy?" Tara asks softly, moving her hands to rub at your back now.

"I don't know." You mumble, shake your head to affirm your statement.

No one says anything for a long moment, but everyone's thinking the same thing.

"You guys don't think...Anika and Mindy are the killers do you?" Chad asks, a little hesitant. He sounds in disbelief.

Sam moves to touch his bicep lightly, trying to offer him some comfort. He leans into her touch, shoulders sagged and defeated.

"We don't know," She says, "but we should find them. Before we make any assumptions. Tara, call YN an ambulance. The rest of you follow me."

There's always a sense of authority in Sam's voice that makes you want to follow, want to believe in her.

Tara nods at her sister, and leads you onto the edge of a sidewalk where you can sit freely.

She walks away to call the ambulance, and you watch as the rest of them walk away; till their silhouettes look the size of an ant.

You turn your attention to the road in front of you, the busy city. Not a single person bats an eye your direction, and you wonder how not a single person had come to your aid when you were screaming for your life.

"God, I hate people." You say as Tara sits down beside you.

"Me too." She says with no hesitance. You turn your head to look at her.

You think you understand her trauma a little bit better now. You can't even imagine doing all this a second time.

Your girlfriend really was a special kind of person.

She smiles at you softly, and the lamps above you light her face nicely.

"We'll be okay." She says, and squeezes your hand three times.

You hum but don't say anything. Squeeze it back three times.

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #tara carpenter x y/n #tardy #scream vi #tara carpenter x you #vada cavell x reader

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weirddreamer · 7 months

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Spooky Month! (Rise! Boys x Reader Scenarios)

I'm just doing this 'cause it's almost Halloween where I am-

tw: slight mentions of FAKE blood.

Raphael

I have a strong feeling you two are gonna have matching Halloween costumes.

He won't be into it at first probably because he's the 'oldest' and is getting 'too old' to go Trick-or-Treating.

Or something similar (Ex. Frankenstein and his wife, or just something cute <3)

He wants to go.

Just let him go.

Just please for the love of god, don't have over bloody things-

He'll panic.

"Y/N, WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING!?"

"Raph, it's fake..."

"Oh-"

You two would probably share the candy.

No horror movies though, he'll just a big baby 🥺

Would probably scold Leo and Donnie for messing around.

They stole candy from kids most likely.

Anyways-

Y'all would just have a great time <3

Leonardo

Matching Outfits. No matter what. No option. No getting out of it.

It doesn't matter what it is. It's probably inflatable dinos. You know how the silly lil' man is.

Leo would boast about how his costume looks AMAZING...

You're too, but he just has to talk about his first, though.

A necessity.

Doesn't really care if it's overly bloody, he might freak out a little bit, but he'll calm down.

"Ohh, look at you~!"

"Leo, this is just literally an inflatable."

"You still look amazing."

No sharing candy. Trading is fine, no sharing though.

The man loves his Reeces.

If you two get scolded by Raph (probably Donnie as well,) Leo would just make a joke out of it.

"Why were you two breaking into a HUMANS home?"

"They didn't give us candy."

You two would probably steal candy from kids as well... Shady dealing... I'M JUST SAYING, IT SOUNDS LIKE A LEO THING.

Overall, 10/10, best Halloween.

Donnie

He would probably not dress up.

He thinks it's childish...

No matching costumes.

Oh wait a minute- he can dress up like a mad scientist, even though he already is one!?

GASP

HIS TIME TO SHINE.

Would freak the HECK outta Raph (I know he is in all of these, but like, older brother instincts-) though-

"DONNIE, ARE THOSE REAL CHEMICALS!?"

"I can neither confirm, or deny that by dear brother, FOR IT IS HALLOWEEN, THE ONE DAY OF THE YEAR I CAN DO CRAZY THINGS AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME."

Would probably force you to just walk around in a lab coat, claiming you're his assistant.

Screw the no costumes thing, it's Donnie time.

No eating in his lab.

No go.

No show.

He would probably let you have 90% of his candy.

The other 10% will go to tomorrow night's new invention.

You know how big brain boi is with his tech

Mikey

You know him.

You love him.

He's the silly lil' man!

Matching outfits are 100% guaranteed, no doubt ADORABLE, cause he's MIKEY.

You both have to agree on something though, otherwise you can't go out on Halloween night.

IT IS A SACRED THING TO MATCH OUTFITS WITH HIM. (Because Mikey asked, and you can't say no to him, HE'S TOO PURE.)

No blood though.

We all know this.

"C'mon, Y/N! Hurry up! We don't wanna miss- FESTIVAL!"

You were talking to Leo about whatever, then you noticed Mikey running off towards a Halloween festival.

How did that get there?

You have to go run after him in case he doesn't do anything dumb

Or to get hurt.

You know how bouncy boi is.

What REALLY caught his attention was the bounce house.

Unfortunately for him, he couldn't go in because he had to be 5...

JK, he got in, and you just watched him bounce for a while before you went to go back to trick-or-treating before Raph noticed you were gone.

After you guys do that and go back to the lair, You and Mikey trade candy and eat it while watching Jupiter Jim and his 1000 FREAKING SEQUELS OF JUPITER JIM AND HIS LAST TRIP TO THE MOON.

Overall, you had fun :)

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causalityparadoxes · 5 months

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One thing i like about the Happy handwavey ending for the specials is that like, we've done tradgedy. Been there done it to death.

S1-4 ended in all sorts of tradgedy. As pointed in the puppet show, s5-10 were alllllll about tradgedy, with the era's ending being an acceptance of it. Hell one of my personal issues with s11-13 is that it felt like they were rehashing tradgedy we'd already seen.

But I've been watching some 3rd & 4th Doctor era recently. They don't have any sad kicked puppy energy but still have such good stories! They're wanderer who knows who they are and enjoys the hell outta their messed up life! They have moments of seriousness and of tradgedy. But it doesn't overcast the narrative like it overwhelmingly has in NuWho. They were a much more static character and it worked!!

Yes the handwavey means to get that clean slate were a bit silly (i wish the episode had an extra 30 minutes run time to develop). But GOD we need a breath of fresh air from the constant trauma or it'll get repetitive and unimpactful

If 15 does end up having tragedy I'll be down for that too! But if not? It'll be a fun change of pace the show kinda desperately needs

#let the doctor!! be a silly!! guy in space sometimes!!#we can come back to the long term impacting tradgedy soon!! let him have to episode by episode tradgedy for a bit!!#doctor who #dw spoilers #15th doctor #ncuti gatwa #doctor who 60th anniversary #the giggle

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sinnersweets · 9 months

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Yandere!Huggy Wuggy x Reader one shot

You've only just finished moving into your new place when you hear someone by your door. Freezing your movements you wait to see what the person on the other side would do. After a while an envelope slides underneath your door.

Oh...it was the mail man.

You let out a soft sigh and make your way to pick up the letter.

Odd. There was no return address on the envelope, or your name on it. Regardless you decided to open it to see if there was a way you could contact the sender. Unless this was meant for you, maybe a greeting card from the building.

You opened the letter and read the contents of it.

Everyone thinks the staff dissapeared 10 years ago. WER'E STILL HERE. Find the flower.

At the bottom was a drawing of a flower with red splatter next to it. Clearly this must be a joke you thought. Some little kid probably wrote this considering the spelling of it. At the top right corner you what you can only guess as a company name.

Playtime Co.

The name didn't ring a bell, but if that's where it came from then that's where you should return the letter.

You've basically almost unpacked everything and decided to take a break and return the child like letter to the company. Perhaps make a small complaint about the red splatter by the flower.

Grabbing your wallet and keys you make your way out of the apartment. You hop into your car and look up Playtime Co. The GPS says it's only twenty five minutes away. You leave the area and make your way to the factory, unknowing that you wouldn't be coming back to your apartment. Ever.

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Loud noises were ringing in your ears. You could hear something crawling through the vents around you. Frozen in place all you could do was worry and wonder why a toy was after you.

After arriving at the factory you notice that the parking lot was completely empty. Perhaps it was closed. You still decided to walk up to the factory and leave the note by the door, hopefully some employee would get it and deal with it. Upon reaching the door you looked inside and it looked completely run down, almost as if...maybe the letter was telling the truth. What if the company shut down but people were trapped in there.

You laughed at the silly thought. But curiosity got the better of you and you decided to enter the factory. After entering the factory was when everything went wrong.

Every single item in each room was turned upside down or broken. A blue glow caught your eyes and when looking up you saw a blue hand scanner. "Now who could reach up that high?" You said to yourself. There seemed to be huge building blocks down the hall that spelled out something but some of the blocks were missing.

Still holding onto the envelope you walked down the hall and saw toy boxes scattered everywhere. Some of them were empty, some looked a bit creepy. The toys name was apparently called 'Huggy Wuggy.' Cute. You spotted a Huggy Wuggy toy that looked very creepy and walked up to it. The other's had eyes while this one's eyes were black. You reached down to get a better look when the toy started screaming at you.

It startled you so bad that you fell back and started scooting away from it. Soon the other Huggy Wuggy toys started screaming and the sound was just too bearable. You quickly picked yourself up and ran as fast as you could away from those things.

After the sounds of a million screams started to die down you slowed yourself down and tried catching your breath. As you were trying to maintain a good breathing form you realized that you dropped the letter somewhere. It didn't matter anymore. What did matter was that you needed to get the hell outta here.

Taking in your new surroundings you see a sign above you reading 'Make a Friend' What kind of factory was this? You looked around seeing if there was a place to exit and luckily there was. Unfortunately you soon discovered that in order to leave this room you would have to 'make a friend' Seeing toys come to life screaming at you still remained in your thoughts and you were not looking forward to have to make a toy.

Despite the factorys old run down look the machine looked like it could still work. Very cautiously you started to build what could only be described as a cat that has the same look as a bee. After a few minutes the toy was complete. You were about to place it where it needed to go but suddenly felt a chill go up your spine. You looked around to see what could cause that feeling but you spotted nothing. Walking to the exit you were almost certain that you heard something move, but where? The toy you created thankfully didn't come to life and was approved by the exit so the door opened and only a hallway was there to greet you.

Barely making it past the exit sirens started to go off. The noise wasn't that loud but it did scare the crap out of you. You looked to see what could cause the alarm to go off but you heard growling coming from in front of you and turned your head to that direction. No light's were on at the far end of the hallway but that didn't matter. The growling got louder as it came closer. You stood still in place. Terrified of the sound but also curious to know what was making it. You found out really quick. Standing before you was a Huggy Wuggy toy. But this one was NOT like the others at all. This one was about ten feet tall. His mouth now opened and showed rows of very sharp teeth.

Something switched in your head and you quickly turned around and tried to find a place to get out. You noticed a spot in the wall and quickly made your way to it. Looking back would be a terrible decision so you entered what seems to be a vent shaft and thankfully it closed behind you. Moving was not an option for you. More like a choice. That is until you heard banging right behind you. You jolted up and moved forward in the vents not really knowing what to do next.

There you sat and started to cry as you could here what appears to be a large Huggy after you. You didn't want to die now, you had so much more things to do. As you were crying away and wishing that you hadn't come Huggy was only a few feet away from you. You were right there, easy to get and kill. So why? Why couldn't he continue moving forward? There was something inside of him that told him not to kill you. Not yet anyways.

Wiping your tears away you thought you were safe since you didn't hear anything moving around you. A chill went up your spine again. You felt like you were being watched. Turning your head very slowly you spotted him. A scream almost escaped your mouth but a fluffy yellow mitten silenced you.

It was almost as if you two were having a staring contest. Your heart was racing so fast that you thought it was going to explode. Huggy just looked at you. Yeah he wanted to kill you, but couldn't. Huggy moved closer to you which caused tears to come out of your eyes.

You looked so frightened to him. He liked that. He felt another feeling in him but didn't know what it was. Huggy had been alone for so long and hated that so, he decided to keep you here with him. Huggys already big smile soon to grow bigger as he wrapped his noodle arm around your torso and very forcefully drag you through the vents.

Your mouth still being covered by his mitten, not being able to scream or even ask what was happening. You've seen movies where the monster kills the people but not him. Or maybe he was taking you somewhere to be killed at. You tried moving but his grip around you only got tighter which might have caused a broken rib.

You two finally make it out of the vents and he finally lets you go. Your rib was definitely broken and you did not feel like running anymore so you decided to let fate take it's course and just die right here.

Only death never came. Huggy just looked at you. You told him how sorry you were about coming here, but he didn't care. He let out a loud roar before walking away.

You're not dead. Score.

Laying on the ground you spotted a familiar item. A small Huggy Wuggy doll. It was sitting up and holding something. The envelope! You sat up and looked at it. This is where you dropped it. Now looking around the room you noticed that this was the room with the building blocks. There seemed to be other rooms connected to this one but all the gates were shut.

Few moments later Huggy came back with lots and lots of stuffed toys. He dropped them near you before leaving again. You wondered what he was doing before you realized. Oh, he wants you to lay on these. Then another thought hit you. He not going to let you to leave. Ever.

Huggy came back but with medical tape this time. He tossed it in your direction and waited for your response. You picked it up not knowing what to do with it but then remember that he broke your rib. You weren't sure if you were supposed to thank the monster that broke your rib but you did anyway. You decided to bandage yourself later when he's not here.

Before Huggy left he picked up a toy and ripped it apart. He dropped it on the ground and then with his best attempt with his long loose arm pointed to you. You took this as a warning. Seems like if you wanted to stay in one piece you wouldn't be leaving this room. You shook your head to let him know you understood and his smile grew bigger before he left once again.

This was your life now. Trapped in a factory with a toy that could instantly kill you. You tried looking at the positive side, now you don't need to pay rent on anything.

Sleep was creeping up on you and even though you felt scared you somehow felt safe knowing nothing bad would happen to you. As long as you didn't try to leave. Pushing the toys that Huggy gave you you made a somewhat bed in the corner of the room and tried to sleep.

Above you Huggy watched as you slept. You were now his. Forever. He would play with you just like when the kids played with him long ago. And if anyone tried to take you away, then they'll end up like all the toys around you. Ripped apart.

#sinnersweets #poppy playtime #huggy wuggy #x reader #one shot #huggy wuggy x reader #yandere

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mulletmitsuya · 8 months

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Tokyo Revengers Groupchat (not everyone, also random combinations, no specific gang)

Warnings: swearing, suggestive, homophobia by a gay person (just sillies), mentions of vomit and poison, mentions of drugs

Desc: placenta, placebo, or gazebo? 🤔

Rindou: yk when you tell someone something then they believe it and it works?

Rindou: like what you're saying isn't true but cause they think it is, it works

Ran: yes

Ran: the placenta effect

Izana: here we fucking go

Smiley: you're kidding right?😁

Ran: are you going to put a Smiley face after every single thing you text?

Ran: we get it, you smile really wide 👍

Smiley: kys

Ran: so hostile and for what

Mikey: idk what the word is but it's definitely not placenta

Izana: how even?

Mitsuya: ...the placebo effect??

Ran: isn't that those huge tent things

Mitsuya: that's a gazebo

Ran: oh

Ran: same thing

Smiley: you dumb as hell

Hakkai: you'd think that big ass forhead of yours would be worth something

Hakkai: smh

Ran: and you'd think after 10 years you'd get over whatever grudge you have against me

Hakkai: you literally hit my best friend (future bf) over the head with a brick

Chifuyu: thought you could sneak that in huh

Hakkai: he could have died

Ran: but he didn't?

Ran: i was just being silly and having fun

Ran: is that such a crime🙄

Hakkai: ITS FUCKING ATTEMPTED MURDER

Rindou: so is it placebo, placenta, or gazebo?

Mitsuya: it's placebo

Kazutora: placenta's are in females stomachs for pregnancy i think

Baji: that's the uterus (i'm so fucking smart)

Chifuyu: none of those are correct

Draken: google exists also

Draken: why are you asking us

Rindou: shut up for a sec

Rindou: would the placenta effect potentially kill someone

Rindou: like if you told someone that you poisoned them and then after a while they start frothing at the mouth and shit, could they die?

Rindou: or are they being a little bitch and faking lol

Rindou: i didn't actually put the rat poison in his drink (i think)

Rindou: but it kinda seems like he's dying or smth

Mikey: what the fuck is this situation

Mikey: is this real?💀

Rindou: nah

Rindou: hypothetically

Ran: does this have to do with the ambulance being here

Rindou: nah

Rindou: can y'all just answer me

Rindou: hurry before the "poison", does it's job or whatever

Rindou: guys he's throwing up pretty violently

Rindou: there's blood

Rindou: hypothetically

Izana: who would you have "hypothetically" poisoned?😐

Rindou: bro that's not the point, sir

Izana: stop calling me sir in normal situations

Izana: we're normal now and not in a gang and i'm a normal person not a gang leader

Mochi: so we don't have to call you Izana-sama anymore?

Ran: what if it turns us on

Izana: uhm

Kakucho: fuck off

Kakucho: sorry

Ran: Kaku give it up, he's way too old for you

Rindou: so y'all just gonna let the hypothetical person die? ayt

Rindou: i'm on my way to the hospital for unrelated reasons

Kakucho: who's the hypothetical victim of the placebo

Rindou: uhhh Sanzu

Kakucho: LMAO

Kakucho: let him hypothetically die then 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Mitsuya: punch him in the stomach

Rindou: i know a lot of y'all don't like him but we're friends now and i don't want him to die also he has the best drugs so i'd rather he stay alive so that i can enjoy them recreationally

Rindou: but i'll do it anyway

Mitsuya: stfu for a sex, punching him will make him throw up, and he'll vomit most of the poison out

Rindou: oh like in the stomach?

Rindou: he's gonna be so mad at me, damn

Baji: "shut up for a sex" lmaoooooo🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Baji: and you guys say I'M diabetic💀💀

Mikey: bro what?😭

Kakucho: you mean dyslexic?

Kakucho: nvm the situation speaks for itself

Smiley: the irony of this is crazy

Draken: that got a chuckle outta me 😂

Chifuyu: why you text like a 40 year old dad💀

Ran: i never went to school but even i know that's incorrect

Hakkai: "i never went to school but even i know that's incorrect 🤓👆"

Hakkai: jump into oncoming tragic you f slur🖕

Smiley: aur naur you done made Hakkai homophobic

Ran: you need to fucking chill omg

Mitsuya: are you five years old, Baji

Baji: nah i'm 24 dumbness🤨

Baji: *dumbass

Izana: my oath for not using violence anymore might have to be on hold cause you guys are pissing me the fuck off you fucking incompetent fools useless excuses of human beings

Smiley: bro called us fools

Ran: that's a bit much, sir

Baji: bet you're typing with your left hand

Ran: uh huh <3

Rindou: get some fucking bitches, damn

Ran: where are your bitches, Rindou

Rindou: on my dick

Ran: oh you're talking about the femboys?

Ran: ohh ok i thought you weren't gay but whatever

Mikey: yo is haruchiyo alive?

Rindou: they're pumping his stomach, he'll be fine

Rindou: liking femboys isn't gay

Smiley: 🤨

Angry: 🤨

Rindou: don't act dumb because it's literally in the term 'fem'

Draken: uh, what about the 'boy' part

Rindou: don't twist my words

Rindou: how is liking something that looks like a girl, gay??

Mitsuya: bffr 😐

Rindou: y'all telling me if i fuck haruchiyo i'm gay???

Hakkai: he's a boy?

Rindou: he looks like a woman

Rindou: have you seen his body? tiny ass waist headass. y'all come to the onsen next time you'll see what i mean

Chifuyu: you're being weird rn

Ran: what about his penis, Rindou

Rindou: that's irrelevant

Rindou: besides it's barely noticeable

Draken: people like you and Koko are the fucking problem, get some therapy

Smiley: Rindou thinks fucking a guy in the ass isn't gay 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Rindou: "FEM"

Draken: BOY???? MALE??? MAN??? DICK???

Rindou: ok who's gay now, weirdo🤨

Draken: kys (kill yourself)

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers manga #tokyo revengers groupchat #tokyo revengers texts #tokyo revengers smau #sano manjiro/mikey #mitsuya takashi #baji keisuke #ryuguji ken/draken #matsuno chifuyu #shiba hakkai #haitani ran #haitani rindou #haitani brothers #kurokawa izana #hitto kakucho #kawata nahoya/smiley #i'm pulling this shit out my ass atp i'm just saying shit #i'm done apologizing for repetition idk what to say anymore bcs one thing about me is i have no new ideas!👆 (or cannot execute them)#y'all almost lost me bcs my parents almost found my account and i almost deactivated out of pure fear #i'm also struggling so bad mentally like i've almost killed myself a few times now but i'm lazy af can't lie #i just hope i make you giggle #it's all that matters ✊❤#also holy shit the state of the economy and just the way society is developing is making me so depressed we have regressed terribly #anyway i love you guys heehee 😋#low-key sanrin #rinzu?#idk what's it's called

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