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little-miss-dilf-lover · 6 months

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hi!! can i request a miguel x jealous reader? this has been stuck in my head for quite some time now..

it is no question that spiderman 2099 was hot, even if the people of nueva york haven't seen his face.. his huge frame and voice will of course gain him some fans. one day, reader overhears a group of young highschoolers, fangirling about spiderman 2099 and how hot he was. even showing off some pictures and videos to each other.

of course, reader feels proud since spiderman 2099 is their husband. but also can't help but feel jealous knowing that others also want miguel. they push it down though since getting jealous over a bunch of highschoolers was silly.

however, reader is more bothered about it than they thought and miguel eventually notices their sour mood. after some denying and coaxing, miguel finally gets them to spill the beans. he is extremely amused, and even finds it a little funny. however, he's still going to reassure reader that he is only theirs like the great husband he is.. 🥰 ending can be smutty or fluffy, up to you!!! ❤️

hii!! sorry for the hold up for this. this is cute I love it!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

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SUBTLE ENVY

miguel o’hara x f!reader

word count. 644

There was no doubt that Spider-Man 2099 was the talk of the town - his towering, masculine physique often the main focal point. When you'd overhear strangers on the street conversing about the masked menace, your husband, you'd be overgrown with pride - listening in on their encounters of being saved by him.

Many things made you feel proud to know Spider-Man so personally - to know the real man under the suit and mask. Though, some things about the title of the wife aren't as easy to stomach.

Daily, you'd see hundreds of comments online about how handsome your husband is - see fan-made videos and edits with questionable captions. For the most part, you enjoyed them. You loved to watch clips and compilations of the man you love, loved to see how liked and appreciated he is by the people of Nueva York.

However, sometimes the comments would get the best of you. You'd see teenage girls swooning over him online - talking about how they wish to replace his wife. At first, they were small, inconsequential remarks, but over time, they changed how you saw yourself. They made you question if you were good enough for Miguel. You kept your issue to yourself - deciding your husband had enough on his plate and didn't need you complaining about something you could easily ignore.

You kept your problem hidden until one afternoon at your local coffee shop; you overheard a group of high school girls talk about what they would do if they had a minute alone with Spider-Man 2099. What they said should've easily rolled off your back, should've been something that you laugh off, something you silently agreed with, but no. They caught you in a vulnerable mood where you were sensitive to their infatuation, already feeling insecure, and all you could do was leave the queue and head home.

You return to your apartment and change into something comfy, slumping onto the sofa with a blanket wrapped around you. You put on your show and cosy up.

"Cariño?" Miguel calls out from his office doorway. "I thought I heard you," his tone warm and comforting as he kisses your cheek from behind. "How was your day?"

"Good," you absentmindedly reply, keeping your gaze on the tv ahead.

"Is that all? Querida? Are you okay?"

"Mh-hm."

"Pms?" he asks, joining you on the couch.

"No," you chuckle, cutely shaking your head. "Don't think so anyway."

"You seem sad."

You smile sincerely. "It's nothing— it's silly, really."

Miguel's head cocks to the side, sweetly looking at you with softened eyes. His large hand reaching for yours. "Nothing's too silly," he shakes his head, trying to emphasise his statement. "Tell me what's on your mind."

"Miguel, it's stupid," you warn, suddenly embarrassed. "Like, really stupid."

"I don't care."

You exhale, turning to face him. "I was getting coffee and heard a bunch of girls swooning over you," you confess, your words quietening.

"Baby..." he hesitates, an amused smile lining his lips.

"I know it's childish, but it just bugs me sometimes—it's not funny."

"Of course not," he reassures, his posture stiffening from your soft scolding. "But you have to see the humour in it, no?"

"How so?"

"Cariño," he sweetly coos. "I'm here... with you. No one else gets to see me like this. Only you see me without the mask," his smile widens, looking at you in endearment. "You're the only one I want. I don't care about the girls on the internet or in coffee shops, just you."

Your smile mirrors his as you lean into him, nestling into his comfort. "Thank you," you say, your words muffle into the buff of his side. "I appreciate it. A lot."

"Of course," he chuckles, draping a blanket over himself - getting comfortable. He kisses the crown of your head. "Always."

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#request #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara fic #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel atsv

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jxckchxmpi0n · 4 months

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hey love, congratulations on 200!

i was wondering if you could do ethan landry with the prompt (please tell me that at least a part of it was real) some good old ghostface angst!

GOOD OLD GF ANGST! 🕸🔪 Thank you, love! I hope you enjoyed this! 🌼

Damaged Soul

Summary: Your boyfriend of almost a year isn't who he says he is. He's a killer, and he killed your love and your trust. | m.list

Word count: 1.1k

Warning: ANGST ANGST ANGST 😈. swearing, blood, character death, lying, cursing, (i want to say that's everything)

did not proof read.

also I'm making it through all the requests plus the new ones! AhHh

your heart sank as you watched Ethan take the Ghostface mask off, tears filling your eyes as they locked with his. Tara looked at you worried, "Never trust the love interest, right?" he had an evil grin on his face like he was proud he played you.

Bailey grabbed Ethan's shoulder and started talking about how proud he was of him for using you like Richie had done to Sam last year. "They grow up so fast don't they." your body felt frozen in time as you looked at Ethan, questioning everything in existence now.

Sam kept yelling at Bailey asking why they were doing this, Tara stood holding herself as she felt herself bleeding out.

You haven't been injured yet as bad as the sisters, and something was telling you it was about to get worse. Ethan and Quinn were now circling around you three while bailey gave his big speech.

"Ethan, why?" your voice was broken and cracking. Your body turned with his following his as he walked around.

"Don't you see y/n I needed excuses, econ wasn't always going to work, but being with you oo you knew. you knew what I was up to, yet you ignored it. All the late nights coming back to the apartment, y/n you were just an object to me. Nothing more, but God you know I will miss the sex." he shook the knife in your face as he got closer.

"I didn't know" You stepped back as he got closer, tears falling from your eyes. your back hit the wall. Bailey and Quinn were too busy with Sam and Tara. Letting Ethan have you to himself, "I didn't know!" you screamed in his face causing him to jump a little.

He lunged forward, his hand wrapping around your neck while the knife cut into your cheekbone. "It doesn't matter anymore sweetheart; did you know you weren't even part of the plan? hm? now, but Quinn you see Quinn came up with the idea of getting with you, seeing at how much you gave me heart eyes she knew it was a good idea."

"You're a monster!" your voice was broken, shattered even. your body ached as his hold tightened on you.

"No! I'm not the monster, Sam is okay she killed Richie she's the one that ruined our lives, if anything she ruined your life too" his eyes were glossy as he talked about his brother.

"She killed him in defense, while you have killed- three people" pushing yourself against the knife you felt it cut deeper into your face. You could feel the warmth of your blood running down your face, Ethan's eyebrows drew together as he noticed a change in you.

You were beyond angry now the fact that he used you, and yet deep down you knew you knew something was up, and yes Ethan was right you ignored it. but you can't anymore.

"You used me, Ethan, you killed people, if anything you ruined my life. You made me fall in love with you, you used my body, I trusted you with everything, and you stand here in front of me and you're telling me you aren't the monster?!"

You didn't need a weapon to scare him, you saw the fear he had in his eyes when he took the mask off. Seeing the look on your face when he realizes what he has done, he knows that you know he loves you and that behind closed doors he wanted this all to end.

He slowly stepped back as you stepped forward his hand loosed on you and the knife. you were getting inside his head. "I hate you; I hate you and I want you to fail, I want you and your whole family to die."

"Y/n I-I had no choice it was my father's plan" his eyes were getting watery by the second. your hands balled up into fists.

"Fuck you!" you punched him in the face causing him to fly back, dropping the knife. Baily was chasing Sam on the stage while Quinn cornered Tara.

"You fucking dumbass Ethan get the fuck up" Quinn shouted at Ethan as she saw him on the floor. You took the chance to run to Tara, she had a stab wound in her abdomen and on her arm. She had it worse than you.

"Y/n you have to get out of here, find help" Tara tried to push you away but failed. The sound of screaming and shouting filled the auditorium as Sam was fighting Bailey.

"God as much as I hate you killing you is going to be so fun" Quinn was behind you waving her knife, and you pushed Tara away motioning her to go help her sister.

Ethan was standing behind his sister watching as she was getting closer. "No Quinn, she's mine let me have her" she looked back at her brother seeing the way he was looking at you. Not only did he have the look to kill you, but he also still has lust written all over his face.

"You've got to be kidding me, you can't really have feelings for this bitch," Ethan was trying to justify that he never had feelings for you. Looking around you saw broken glass, picking it up took the shard, and stabbed Quinn in the back. she screamed out in pain; Ethan ran forward and without thinking he pulled you off of her.

Taking the Kinfe Quinn he pulled his arm back, the sharp end meeting with your stomach. You screamed right into his ear, his heart breaking as he felt your blood pouring onto his hand. "Do it Ethan" Quinn watched holding her side as he twisted the knife and pulled it up creating a deeper cut. "I'm sorry y/n I'm so sorry" he held your body close as you couldn't even make any noise from the pain.

"Please tell me at least some of it was real?" your face was ghostly white, your cheeks stained with tears and blood. Your body is already feeling so weak, you weren't going to make it but

"Yes, it was, y/n it was real, and I-I love you. I always will love you" Tears were streaming down his face as he felt your body go limp. He had just killed the one person that ever understood him. He shouldn't have done it; he shouldn't have done any of it. he set you down looking at your face. You looked nothing like you did when he was with you at nighttime.

"Ethan let her go, dad needs us" Quinn pushed him with her foot causing him to lean closer to you. He wiped his tears, got up and followed his sister.

#jack champion #ethan landry #scream vi #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #jack champion imagine #jack champion x reader #spider avatar #ethan landry smut #ghost face x reader #avatar spider #spider socorro #spiderman ethan landry #ethan landry x you #jack champion fluff #jack champion fanfic

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emperor-palpaminty · 1 year

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HEY MINTY i saw you have added call of duty to your list of writings???? can i please request Ghost and "secret kiss" with a female reader??? <3

Ayeeeee Ghost my bbgorl! I got another Ghost with "You don't understand, I would do anything to protect you" so I will mush em together! I also saw one fic have ghost call the reader "sweetness" and it's my new fav so guess you're sweetness now

TW for typical war talk and discussions of war-related violence, cursing, and kissing (smoochie smoochie)

Reblogs and comments are appreciated and preferred.

In the most briefest of words, and in perhaps the least eloquent phrasing, war sucked ass. You cringed as you hobbled across the hallway, your leg still sore. The stitches still stung and, honestly, you should have been resting- but war brought no rest.

You paused long enough to lean on the wall and gingerly pressed a hand to your thigh. The pain meds were really wearing off, and, sadly, you were still a distance away from your bunk. You hummed to yourself, closing your eyes and inhaling to fight off the pain from the still healing cut.

Something in the air moved, shifted. You closed your eyes tighter and tried to ignore the presence, perhaps praying that he would just ignore you.

"Supposed to be on rest, sweetness." The source of the scolding was gruff and dry, only laced with concern.

A chuckle left your lips and you opened your eyes, looking over at Ghost. His arms were crossed and, even with the glaring skull mask, you could tell that the eyes under it were far angrier. "Past your bedtime too, LT."

Somehow, his gaze narrowed more. Dim sparks flew from his eyes. "Not what I fuckin' meant."

Sighing, your head rolled back. There was a moment of deliberation in your head- if you stayed, and argued, you would lose and be forced back into confinement. If you agreed, you would also go back to bedrest. It was, really, a lose-lose situation. A strangled groan left your throat. It was back to the four walls and the thin cot, the painkillers and the thick blanket of boredom. "Fine. I shall return to my suite, LT."

You turned to leave, hiding the wince with a chuckle (and a pitiful one at that). Reluctant weight found it's way to your injured leg and you stifled a groan again, quickly shifting weight to your other leg, desperate to move.

"That injury bad?"

You stiffened, but took a slower step away. "Nope."

Pause. "You sure?"

"Yep." Now, that came out more like a groan than anything else. You managed a couple more steps, cursing the pain medications, the guy who cut you, and your apartment lack of skills in hand to hand combat. "Mental note: I need you to train me more in close combat."

"Not really a mental note if you say it out lout, sweetness."

You aimed your glare straight ahead- Ghosts's large form was next to you, keeping a languid pace, watching you move. "Thanks, Ghost. You're a real pal."

Ghost leaned down, only slightly, voice dropping. "More than a pal, though."

Your gaze narrowed as you looked up at him. An argument began to surface in your mouth, but then he bent down, grabbing you and hoisting you into the air bridal style. "LT!" You yelped, arms flying around his neck. You felt a chuckle in his thick throat as he walked, paces long and confident. "Put me down."

"Nah."

Your wound ached, but less than it had with your weight on it. "Simon Riley. Put me down this instant."

"Negative, Sweetness." Ghost walked calmly, not swayed by your protests, you smacking his shoulder, or your curses. "Can't have you walking on a bad leg."

"Why not?"

His gaze flickered to you, burning. "You know well why."

"In public?" You hissed. The hairs on the back of your neck bristled as he gave a low rumble that resembled a laugh. "Bold today, aren't we." Ghost ducked under the door, shutting it and setting you on the ground. The hand on your back pressed you in, and his free hand moved up and shoved up his mask far enough to reveal the blonde stubble and a set of gritted teeth.

More alone now, Ghost grabbed your face and pulled you in. His chapped mouth landed on yours, your sigh rounding with a soft hum. Your fingers dug into his vest, tightening in the material. He pressed away, exhaling, and you saw his eyes were closed as he leaned his forehead against you. Simon gave a deep breath, mouth parting, and words no longer muffled.

"Fucked me up when I heard you yell out there." Gloved thumbs traced the round of your cheeks, tone uncharacteristically soft.

You pulled back from him and attempted a chuckle, the situation suffocatingly heavy. "Handled it well, though. Got to my handgun quick enough."

Simon's eyes moved from your mouth to your own eyes, meeting them, holding his gaze steady. He commanded attention, and you were certainly no exception. "I should have been closer." Simon tilted his head, gently leaning your chin up with a finger. "You don't understand, sweetness. I would do anything to protect you. Fucker's lucky you killed him before I got there- would have lost his fingers."

You blinked up at him. Ghost was brutal. Blunt. But sometimes, Simon had slightly rounded edges- not soft, but just more gentle. No less threatening to people who hurt his team mates, especially you. "Doesn't mean you failed, you know." Your lips pulled into a frown. "I hope you don't think that."

Simon's own lips twitched into a very slight smile, tugging you in. "Go rest, Sweetness." He pecked you again, then turned away. "I'll come check in on you after tonight. If I find you out of bed and up again, I'll tell Price."

"Oh no." You said, tone short as you sunk onto your cot. You raised your hands, shaking them theatrically. "Whatever shall I do. Do not tell Price. I am so scared."

His eyes flashed at you again. "You'll get put on mess duty, once that leg is better, then."

You suppressed a smile and eased back, stretching your leg out. "Understood, LT."

"Soon as you get better, I'll give you a proper punishment then." Ghost tugged his mask down, but you swore that you managed to catch a smile as he concealed his face and left you alone to recover and rest.

#cod ghost #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod reader insert #call of duty reader insert #call of duty ghost #minty writes

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ceilidho · 8 months

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Now I cant stop thinking about when Ghost eventually brings Soap over for dinner:

Gf all dolled up, looking at him all pretty, greeting him with the sweetest smile and he can’t stop his mind from wandering to the filthy pictures he has seen of you.

She cooked up something really good (babbling something about keeping her boys strong and healthy, she likes them well fed), it's A5 Wagyu steak (the best cut the butcher had to offer) obviously payed with Ghost's money. He rarely splurges on himself but when it comes to his gf and Soap he doesn’t hold back.

The dinner can go two ways:

1.Lovie seated next to Soap, across from him Ghost. Halfway through his steak he notices a slight touch to his knee, but he brushes it off not acknowledging it further. When that touch gets firmer and starts to wander up his thigh he definitely notices. His body shudders and he almost chokes on the food in his mouth (much to Ghost's enjoyment), his eyes fall on you shooting him a lazy smile and oh my god are your eyes seductive like in the pics.

2.You sitting next to Ghost with Soap across from him. Both men engaged in a conversation about their last Op. When you play the oldest trick written in the books: oops I dropped my fork let me get it from under the table. It helps that Soap is still not fully used to Ghost's unmasked face, so he doesn’t notice you diving under the table. What he does notice is something heavy on his thigh and two hands ghosting over his belt buckle. He visibly jumps a little, his gaze falling into his lap, where you look up at him all doe-eyed, head resting on his right leg, waiting for permission.

In either scenario, a gruff voice brings Soap to snap his eyes back up holding eye-contact with his Lieutenant(who’s completely ignoring your antics):

"Enjoying yourself, Sergeant?"

Anyway it ends with cream pie for dessert <3

(Please tell me off, if i ever cross your boundaries or make you feel uncomfortable it’s the last thing i want to do when sending in nasty thoughts)

you're very sweet to check in about my boundaries!!! don't worry though - as long as the comments aren't aimed towards me (which maybe would be a bit off putting) and they're just related to stuff I'm writing ahah, I don't really care. I probably should think about and then clarify if I have any boundaries on my pinned post, but rn you're totally good!

(nsfw below)

Oh my god that last option has my brain melting out of my ears. Especially if Soap's still half-unsure if they're fucking with him or not, or if this is a one time thing that they're including him on. He obviously doesn't want to blow his only shot if this is the only time he'll ever get to fuck you.

Also there's something so surreal to him about you being on your knees in front of him after he's been literally jerked off in the middle of the desert by the man sitting across the table from him. To photos of you. In any other circumstance, if Soap had met you first and this was just a dinner between the two of you, he wouldn't be half as nervous; he'd be so comfortable and needy while you fit his length down your throat, palming the back of your head and maybe trying to fit more than you can manage before backing off and apologizing 😔

With Ghost sitting there though, just staring at him (and Soap has a fairly good understanding of Ghost as a person, but even he has trouble really getting a read on the guy), he's not sure if he should just sit there motionlessly as you undo his jeans and pull his dick out or if he should touch you. He can't stop looking from your face pressed up against the bulge in his briefs back to Ghost's (no mask now that they're at home away from everyone, but his real face is so much more intimidating somehow in this context).

Ghost at one point going, "Not gonna thank her for all her hard work?" and Soap can only whine and pat the back of your head shakily after coming down your throat, your lips still a bit wet with him when you pull away.

#ceil writing #cod mw2 #cod x reader #johnny soap mactavish #soap x reader #ghost x soap x reader

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hiskillingjar · 5 months

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ugh your kinktober fics ruled so hard!!! Also, if you were up for taking requests, could I request some fox streaming mc with humiliation/general nastiness. I really loved the parts that touched on that for day 29

thank youuuuu and i gotcha ✌

1000+ words, fox/mc, third person. is it humiliation if you're too dumb to be embarrassed? the world may never know. cw for coerced consent :P

"You know what happens, folks! If we get to three hundred tokens in the next hour, I'll turn up the Sybian another notch!"

Fox grinned widely as he watched the subject writhe helplessly on top of the heavy-duty toy, their thick, parted thighs trembling wildly as their hips bucked against the vibrating rubber, desperate and hungry for more.

Thick chains and shackles around their wrists kept their arms held high above their head, and a metal ring between their teeth reduced any pleas or beggings for mercy into mindless mumbles and spittle down their chin and their heaving chest, ample breasts bouncing and moving in time with each of their erratic thrusts.

His own private porno, that he was being so gracious and sharing with hundreds, if not thousands of happily paying viewers.

Seeing such a mindless display of desperation would have been humiliating for anyone, especially when it was played back in real-time in front of their wide, waiting eyes on three full-size computer screens, each screen fixated on a different angle of their naked, shaking body, not an inch of skin left behind or not scrutinised over.

But not for this subject,

Their dead, thoughtless eyes were fixed on a fourth, smaller screen on Fox's computer desk, which was playing their favourite loop of endless VHS static, keeping them in a blissful haze of conditioned thoughtlessness and ignorance, no longer a mind but a body, a body built for service and submission, a vessel for pleasure and delicious pain.

Speaking of which…

"Ah, there we are, three hundred tokens already." Fox mused to himself, turning his attention onto the computer screen with a hidden grin, smiling even wider when the number of tokens kept ticking upwards, showing him just how eager his audience were. "My, my, we're an eager bunch today, aren't we? Of course, I had no doubt we'd get there with plenty of time to spare. I have total faith in my lovely audience!"

Fox let out a playful huff through his nose as he approached the subject, tilting his head as an involuntary spasm shot through their body, making it still and shiver mindlessly on top of the buzzing toy.

"Well, you know what comes next, darling," He crooned, pushing a hand through the subject's hair (for the sake of the camera more than anything else, since they were past the point of feeling any sensation other than the toy between their legs) as he crouched down at their side and turned up the notch on the toy. "Up we go!"

The subject squealed helplessly as their writhing body thrashed on top of the toy, the rumbling vibrations getting louder and louder as they were gradually inched up, vibrating against and stimulating their sopping wet cunt even more.

"God, I hope you can all see that," Fox mumbled hungrily (mostly to himself), hurrying to stand to his feet and take a smaller camera from its tripod, bringing the lens down to his level at the subject's side and zooming in on the wet mound of their slit. The wet sheen of pre-cum totally covered the short fuzz of pubic hair over their mound, their thighs, and the rubber top of the Sybian. "Just look at that, would you?" He said, indulgently running his tongue over his jaws under his metal mask, getting all the more hungry himself. "And not a single thought behind those eyes but getting their cunt wet. Fuck."

He idly palmed himself under his trousers, squeezing as his cock grew harder and harder at the sight of the subject as the camera panned up to their sweaty face.

Their eyes (empty, expressionless, like glass eyes embedded in porcelain or plastic, a doll's eyes) were still glued ahead and fixed on the static, dazed and totally thoughtless, giving away not even an inch of interest towards their audience (or towards Fox) as they huffed desperate little whimpers and whines against the metal ring gag, still drooling thick strings of spittle down their chest.

It was utterly pornographic, but Fox didn't mind that at all. In fact, he'd found that he enjoyed the nature of these streams, even a little more than his last ones.

At least, the clientele wasn't as pushy.

"They don't even have the good grace to be embarrassed about what they're doing," Fox then rasped as he set the camera down on the ground (what would one fucked up angle do, really?) and reached forward to hungrily grope the subject's chest, indulging in their luxuriously smooth skin and the heavy weight of their breast in his palm. "Too dumb, too stupid to even be humiliated. God…" He dragged a claw over the blooming bud of their freshly pierced nipple, giving it a little squeeze. "Can you even imagine how good it would feel sinking your cock into a dumb, little doll like this, that doesn't even have the brain to fight back?"

"Upmff-NNF!"

The subject whined loudly again as another vicious spasm overtook their body, the muscles in their soft thighs tensing up and their thoughtless eyes squeezing shut suddenly, as a sudden gush of liquid shot from their cunt and covered the rubber surface of the Sybian, marking another orgasm earned from their endless torture.

"HA!"

Fox brought his head up with a bark-like laugh, looking over his shoulder to see an explosion of excitement and emojis in the chat, message after message coming in, barely seconds after each other.

"Oh, wow! How impressive! Tell me, was that the third time they came or am I miscounting?" He asked them, ever the attentive showman for his audience, standing back up to his feet and approaching the computer, where the chat was confirming a third orgasm from the subject (and their obvious enjoyment of the display). "Well, well. How sweet, they can't even hold back for a second, can they?" He let out an airy titter as he started to palm his cock again.

"So, you all certainly know what comes next, don't you? If we get to FIVE hundred tokens in the next hour, I'll turn up the Sybian another notch!~"

#fox tpof #fox x mc #fox x reader #ren hana #ren x mc #ren x reader #this post was not sponsored by sybian. but g-d i wish it was #drabbles #qs

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deadbydangit · 3 months

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helloooooo!!!

i wanted to request something if you dont mind :)

how do you think the killers (of your choice) would react to string tricks? like a survivor that specializes on doing very fun tricks with strings?

if this is very confusing, sorry 😅

thanks!

I'm not too sure what string tricks are, but I do know of yo-yo tricks. I can write about that. I hope that's an okay substitute. Please enjoy.

With a reader who could do yo-yo tricks: Mastermind, Hillbilly, Huntress

Mastermind

A yo-yo?

"Aren't you a bit old for that?"

"That seems rather childish."

Don't let Wesker's pretentious talking discourage you from doing what you love.

Just because he finds it childish doesn't mean he'll make you stop.

He wishes you would spend time learning something more useful.

Alas, he will not complain about it.

"Well, I suppose it promotes good hand eye coordination."

"Very well dearheart. If it makes you that happy."

People outright tell you to leave him alone, but he isn't too interested in your tricks.

Again, it just isn't something that's practical.

"Why don't you practice something useful. Like using a gun or learning the chemical formulas I'm studying?"

His idea of fun and your idea of fun may be totally different.

However, he does enjoy seeing the look on your face when you're practicing.

You have this child-like innocence that he finds irresistible and adorable.

Like, for that moment, you're able to ignore all the horrible awful things in the world.

Like you're able to focus on only the good and pure things.

He actually finds himself rather jealous.

During times when he feels like everything is hopeless he'll often come and watch you.

It gives him a sense of hope that he had otherwise thought he had lost.

"Dearheart, would you please show me that trick where the yo-yo goes over your head? I enjoy that one."

Even if he finds the talent ridiculous, he loves seeing the joy on your face.

Hillbilly

"What's that?"

Max has never seen one before.

Maybe on tv, but never in real life.

He was deprived of all those fun things a normal child would have.

Even doing the most basic thing with the yo-yo Max finds amazing.

So when you show him tricks?

He's in awe.

Like he had seen a unicorn or something.

"Again!"

You'll hear that at least five more times after you've done a trick.

He can't help it.

The person he loves the most doing such amazing things?

"It's magic!"

You'll have to explain to Max that, no, it isn't magic.

He wants to try!

You can try and teach him, but he'll usually end up hitting himself in the face trying to do some elaborate trick.

He's easily discouraged because he has been told his whole life that he was useless.

But don't let him give up. Make sure you show him the basics and do so slowly.

He'll pick it up eventually.

And when he does, you better believe he'll be showing you the trick about 50 times.

Even if it's just making the yo-yo go up and down like normal.

He's really trying hard to impress you, so make sure you praise him a lot.

Huntress

Like Max, Anna will also be in awe.

However, she knows that it isn't magic.

She does think it's some sort of weapon though.

She had never seen a yo-yo before.

She'll want to try out this new and unique 'weapon' of yours.

You're going to have to explain to her that no, it isn't a weapon.

That it's a hobby; a toy you could learn tricks with.

To her, anything could be used as a weapon. But she won't break your favorite toy by trying to use it as a weapon.

She knows doing something like that would hurt you. It would be like someone breaking her mask.

As someone who has practiced the art of throwing hatchets meticulously, she appreciates the time and effort you've put into learning the yo-yo.

Even if it doesn't do any damage, she's still really impressed by you.

She might want to try it.

Make sure you show her how to hold it properly and the correct strength to use.

We all know how strong Anna is and how unaware she is of that strength.

She might accidentally yank the string so hard the yo-yo part comes off.

If that's happened she'll be devastated and crying, begging for your forgiveness.

Asure her that you aren't upset.

You'll just have to teach her to be a little more careful.

She's a fast learner, she picks up on things very quickly.

And, with her axe throwing skills, she's able to learn the yo-yo even faster.

She claims the wrist flicking motions are very similar.

Once she gets good enough, try and find her own yo-yo.

Because she'll be playing with it all the time.

And, when she has her own, she'll get to play with you.

To her, that's the best part about it.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd mastermind #dbd huntress #dbd hillbilly

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AWESOME

So, he's nicknamed Angel, for various reasons. He may be a medic, but he's also the type to call you a dumbass to your face for getting yourself injured, so the Angel is more for the irony there.

The other reason is in reference to Angel Dust, he didn't cope well when he first joined the army. Sure, you see some pretty bad shit in normal hospitals too, but seeing what mustard gas does to a body while also actively getting shot at and now having to fix it or just go "this one is lost, time spend on trying would be wasted, to the next one" and then just moving on to the next worst injury... that's a bit of a different thing.

He also never talks about any personal life. No friends, no family, nothing. He'll just ignore any question about it.

Over the years he learned how to cope better, can deal with just about anything without as much as an eyebrow twitch these days. With just one exception. He can't deal with people showing genuine care towards him specifically. He'll just stand up and leave without comment. Lucky for him, because of his prickly personality, that basically never happens anyways.

Undiagnosed autism, but learned to mask to the point that nobody would guess either. Only special interests he can ramble on about are medicine and guns, and everyone tends to think that's just because of his job. Any texture discomfort, he shrugs off with just having a bad day (something he'll say nearly every day), and since his behaviour is just a bit antisocial to begin with, it's hard to guess that he's bad with social cues and doesn't just actively ignore them.

He does care. He really does. But he neither wants to nor is he good at showing emotions.

Except around his cat, a Ragdoll nearly too big to pick up. He called her God once, you know, for Angels are the servants of God. And that name stuck. Showing emotions around her is easy. Animals aren't nearly as judging as humans, after all.

I don't know about his real name and nationality yet, maybe czechian, maybe japanese, throw the dice for me lol

As for looks, average height, bit thin. Slight tan, short black hair, grey eyes. All muted colours, unless he wears a hazard suit at some point, not really standing out. Absolutely covered in tattoos but they are all out of sight, hidden away as so much about him is.

We love a medic that doesn't say shit.

I feel like Angel and Ghost would get along well in a sort of.... We are both sitting here silently eating our safe foods and not making eye contact way. Both of them consider each other a good friend for this exact reason. Very "Oh yeah that's my best mate, don't know shit about him, don't want to."

I'm trying to think which of my OCs would get along well with Angel. Probably Hush. For similar reasons to Ghost. Hush just sits down at the same table and says nothing while he does whatever he does when he isn't bothering Soap. Same with Luck, I think she'd just sit down and read because it seemed quiet with Angel, and she doesn't always want to talk to people.

Anyway I love him, thank you for sharing. Angel officially added to my running list of ocs I know about and want to be friends with.

#ghoul speaks #good OC #<- said in the good soup voice #I love prickly people but I am a prickly people so...#except for the few people I like #as my siblings say “it's because you're a virgo”#oc talk

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hypaalicious · 3 months

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NGL y'all, it's been rough.

On the surface, I guess you could say I'm doing alright. I have a roof over my head, adequate food to eat (most of the time), good friends and family to rely on... But when I say this world has beaten me down to pieces, it definitely has.

COVID was the first chink in the armor. Watching the entire world basically shrug off mass death and try to blithely live like it's still 2019 despite a pandemic raging worse than ever with less protections than we had before is wild. Don't matter how much facts you have to show to people, they will ignore it and then also in the same breath wonder why everyone's sick all the time. I mourn the children who aren't protected, who are sent into schools with no masks to become disabled/chronically ill for the rest of their lives. I mourn the immunocompromised who are trapped indefinitely in their homes because the world has moved on from pretending to care about COVID. It's been 4 years. Time doesn't even feel real. Then October 7th happened, and I get to watch a genocide happen in occupied Palestine in real time. Now, if you don't know me, then you may not know that I generally avoid rated R live action movies because I am a wuss and can't take the explicit violence and gore in a lot of them. I went from that, to watching lives of Palestinians recording their loved ones blown up, carrying their remains in plastic bags, IDF psychos shooting women and children in the back, the despair and anguish of Palestinians being corralled, starved, poisoned just because they exist. I have irrevocably been changed by bearing witness to this horror. Writing my script for my game has slowed down to a crawl. I close my eyes at night to sleep, and dream about the devastation I witnessed. I wake up and see even worse horrors, all unchecked by world powers. I get on Facebook and see people carrying on with life as if nothing is happening at all. I don't... I feel like I'm looking at society from the opposite side of a glass window. Everything has lost its color. How can I care about movies, video games, traveling, etc when it all just serves as a distraction to the ugly reality that cannot be ignored? I don't care about celebs and their drama. I don't care about the regurgitated mess Hollywood puts out. I don't care about what overpriced AAA game is highly anticipated. I do not care at all. The climate is fucked up and I see venture capitalists literally selling pieces of iceburgs to rich folks in the UAE for cocktails like it's nothing. People wanna talk about what new restaurant opened up and all I can think of is the fact that a singular bell pepper is like $2. A musical artist announces a tour and all I see are more superspreader events where people won't mask then bring home viruses to their families. Is this the future we want? Hell, will we HAVE a future? We, collectively, will rue the day we sat around and did nothing to stop all of this. And I fear that day will come very soon.

#sorry to get so deep on main but it's weighing on me heavy #I'll get my game done at some point because I have my team to worry about and I will not let them down #but my heart is just... not in it anymore #the world needs to heal and needs to change and quickly otherwise none of this other shit will matter

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I'm starting to think Trans people say they're experiencing a genocide cause they're not allowed access to indoctrinate kids in some states. They see being prevented as "killing" potential trans kids. I'm not sure if I'm conveying this right. It's the only way I could see their claims making sense in their eyes. But that's like saying there's a Christian genocide because they're not allowed to convert kids in school.

You're right, but it's slightly more involved than that. Here's how the "Trans genocide" thing evolved, at least according to my understanding.

Originally, "trans genocide" was referencing two things: The trans suicide rate and a few scattered murders of people who were trans. The suicide rate was called a "genocide" because trans people and their enablers claimed that the suicides were caused by discrimination and not having access to "trans healthcare", which usually meant "free sex change surgery and hormones". The murders were used to shore up the obvious gaps in the suicide definition, namely, you can't genocide yourself. But the problem with these murders was that, in almost all cases, investigations showed that the victims weren't killed because they were trans. And there was never very many of them in the first place.

So that's how the "trans genocide" started. People who wanted so badly to be oppressed even beyond the already stretched (or made up) definitions of oppression claimed by the other letters of the alphabet soup they took their fantasies one step further.

And then someone, somewhere, looked up the definition of genocide, saw the part about trying to keep members of a race from reproducing, and went full mask off. Suddenly, stopping children from going on hormones or puberty blockers or getting surgery was now "genocide" because it kept new trans people from becoming trans. So in one stroke these people essentially said:

Trans activists are going after children

Being trans is something that happens to someone, instead of being inherent, since it's possible to both cause someone to be trans and stop them from being trans

It's not possible to be trans unless you transition, since stopping someone from transitioning is keeping "new" trans people from existing as part of the group

Trans activists see themselves as trans and not as the gender they want to present as, since nowhere does this "trans genocide" ever get called a "women genocide" or a "man genocide" even though, with the way they twist the definition of genocide, that claim would make just as much sense as saying there's a "trans genocide".

By their own definition, they're also committing a "cis genocide" because they're actively trying to keep children from growing up to be cis instead of trans.

The whole thing is nonsense. Genocide has a very specific definition and nothing that's happening to trans people in the west even remotely qualifies. But it's very easy to get mentally ill people, especially ones who aren't being properly treated or diagnosed, to overreact to things. And that's the real goal of this genocide nonsense. The activists want power. The gender clinics want money. The actual people who are being taken advantage of are irrelevant. They'll be dropped and ignored the moment they're no longer convenient and trendy. But by that point millions of children will be irrevocably ruined and no one will ever be held accountable.

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The "assassinated" guard - a Myth!au Kross fic

The vampires and nymphs were never enemies, but they aren't on the best terms neither. Common folks from the two kinds can only meet under a few circumstances, and it's illegal to interact with the other's soldiers, especially with the assassins. So what is Cross supposed to do when in the middle of their territory a vampire assassin runs into him with fatal injuries, followed by a huge pack of hyenas?

Myth!au belongs to me, the designs are currently under making

Tw.: Mention of blood, (infected) wound(s) and suicide

(Also sorry for grammar mistakes, this is my first writing and english is not my first language.)

Prologue

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Prologue - Nicu

He was running through the forest.

His mask broke into three pieces, his clothes were torn, and full of dirt, and the only weapon that was left for him was his small pocket knife.

He didn't know where his legs were taking him, but he was sure he left the vampire territory a long time ago. He was exhausted, his black tears ran faster than they usually did, and he weren't able to breath properly, but he had to run. Everytime he slowed down just a bit, he suddenly heard the panting of the hyenas closer and closer to himself.

He wasn't sure how long he has been running, but he knew that if something doesn't happen soon, the carnivores were to reach and kill him. He was running for a day now, and the injury on his right arm jut got worse since. It didn't bleed anymore, but the edges of the wound started to discolor, he was sure it was some kind of blood infection. And what made his situation even worse is the fact that he wasn't able to change his form at will at the point. He cursed himself for that, he was sure he could hide in the form of a little bat, and he wouldn't have to run anymore. Only if he could change his form for a minute, it would give him a chance to rest, and-

A hyena jumped on his back, and he almost fell to the ground. He didn't realize that the carnivores, sensing his fatigue, started to run faster. Or he slowed down while thinking? He wasn't sure. But one thing was clear: if he can't get the animal off of his back, he's doomed.

The hyena tried to bite his neck, and it gave him the perfect opportunity. He managed to lift his right arm, and poked into the carnivore's eye. It letted go of him, and fell down, screaming in pain. However, it's claws tore the dirty shirt off of his ribcage, and left a new, bleeding wound. He hissed up at the pain, but tried to ignore it.

The forest got darker as he ran, and his target looking soul shined up in front of his chest, like a torch. He was thinking about the opportunity to hide in the dark, but his soul made that impossible for him, and he was about to stop running, and just stab himself to death. He gave up on his mission a while ago, because it was obvious that the hyenas' pack leader won't be the one to attack him, if they reach him again. He wasn't even sure if the pack leader was there, chasing him, or just left it to the hunters of the pack.

He looked up from his thoughts again, and his eyes widened. He saw a spot of strong daylight in front of him. He knew he were saved if he were able to reach it. Hyenas hated sunlight, and maybe he was a vampire as well, the sunlight doesn't affected his real form, which he was in, since he didn't had skin as a skeleton.

He started to run towards the light with renewed strength and hope. The carnivores' growls became a bit quieter for a second, but they quickly catched up to the new pace.

He almost fell multiple times, because of the roots that started to get bigger as he got closer to the light.

Roots.

Roots on the surface.

He snorted up at the sudden realization, as he ran. Roots were most likely to be on the surface at the nymphs' territory, since they most old trees grew here. He came to the worst place he could, and he cursed his legs for that.

The light was only a few feet away from him. He ran even faster, when he saw a shadow from his right eye's corner. A hyena was about to jump on him from the side, and he knew he would fell down, if it reaches him, and there would be no chance to survive. Before the creature could have grabbed him, he jumped out of the forest to his freedom-

And he bumped into something. Or someone, he couldn't tell. The last thing he heard was a suprised gasp and the hyenas' growling, before everything went dark, and his last thought was that he wished he could have said goodbye to his only friend, Dust.

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First (here) - Next

(I know this is an artblog, but I wanted to post the prologue here. I'm planning on making a sideblog for Myth!au, where I will post the story as well. Sorry that the prologue is so short, I'll try to make most of the chapters over a 1000 words, this is around 600 word.)

#Cray's writing #Myth!au #Killer sans #cross x killer

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a trait of pete's that has consistently intrigued me is his capacity to adapt to any given situation. it's shown very early on through little things, most notably pete's advices to porsche about living in the main family's mansion, which are basically do as you're told and follow the rules. that easy.

the rules to surviving are observe and adapt.

observe

adapt

observe

adapt

often in media, abuse victims who adapt to their situation and create ways to live around that abuse just so they can make it through another day are portrayed as weak, as the side character to the rebellious one who fights back and doesn't just take it. but reality is, more often than not, if you're the rebellious kind all that will do for you is get you killed. and so growing up the way he did, pete probably had to learn this the hard way.

when he's caught by vegas and macau in the temple, although he hesitates a little (mostly for comedic effect), he goes with it. he makes merits with vegas and does very little fighting back against his creepiness.

when he's on his phone with his grandmother while tied up and spent from being tortured he still menages to recompose himself in a very impressive way and build a convincing enough version of himself that won't worry her.

this is a dance that he has perfected.

observing as a way of survival is also how he's aware of who vegas is from very early on. pete has always sensed that there was something rotten behind the charismatic human mask vegas wears. so when he's kidnapped, he knows what to expect.

but this time there's no surviving each day,

he's going to die.

or at least that's what's supposed to happen.

his suicidal defiance must feel so cathartic after a lifetime of adapting. to laugh in vegas's face and dare him with his eyes to do his worst.

but pete is still the same pete who was beat as a child by a father who couldn't deal with his own failures like an adult.

so when vegas chokes him and throws hurtful words around as if he wasn't looking at pete like he was the sun not that long ago, he adapts to the situation.

this is when i die

he was already having a crisis before vegas came into the room. the shame had set in and he was questioning every choice he's made so far, no longer just living in the moment. vegas's outburst just confirmed things.

so now the situation is, pete has a chance to die. vegas has a knife against his throat and maybe, just maybe, he might kill him this time. it's a chance he can't miss out on. no more fantasies of surviving, life has thrown at him that he can finally die and he feels like shit so it's probably for the best.

but pete is tired of adapting.

what if he wants to live?

and live without chains.

he recomposes himself just as he did when he was tied up with a phone against his ear and with the last remains of his strength he frees himself.

he goes back to his old life, but it's not the same. pete's instict is still to adapt, but he can't adapt to this.

there's an aching feeling in his chest eating him alive. it's not a pain that he can distract himself from, its always in the forefront taking up every inch of his brain.

it doesn't let him sleep,

it doesn't let him eat,

it doesn't let him lie to his friends.

vegas has shaken his ability to adapt, now all pete can do is try to hold his pieces together and not break in front of someone. beg that they ignore that he's crumbling even if they see the cracks.

seeing vegas is an intoxicating reminder of what's been done to him, that despite it all he's still nothing. vegas replaced seeing pete as a pet for seeing pete as a person he isn't because it was the person vegas needed to see in him in that moment. even when pete thinks he might've gotten somewhere, he hasn't.

he's not a human.

he has no feelings.

all that matters is what he can be for other people, his real feelings aren't to be noticed.

but still, pete can't deny to himself that he liked some of it.

he didn't like being dehumanized and beat, but he liked being held down and worshiped. he liked being looked at like he could mean something. like someone wanted him so much they couldn't control themselves. like someone needed him. he can't even bring himself to lie to vegas when he asks him to promise not to leave him.

he liked it.

and he wants more.

but he can't have it anymore, barely had it in the first place.

vegas leaves him sobbing alone on the floor.

pete gets up.

pete recomposes himself.

pete adapts.

#today is projecting on pete day #yall have no idea how much i've been itching to write about pete #vegaspete meta #vegaspete #kinnporsche

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bubblespalace · 6 months

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Haunted Halloween

@moonlightkenobi I hope you enjoy this! Please ignore any typos or grammar mistakes, I did my best but I couldn't catch it all 'cause I might not exactly know everything when it comes to grammar yet. <;3 @cbsghostsdaily Thank you for putting together this gift exchange!

Also read on A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49767124/chapters/129457186

{I recommend reading on Halloween for a special sense of excitement! You don't have to follow but if you do, it inhances the experience!}

(Slight spoilers for the Purge, Scream, and Nightmare Before Christmas.)

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"So what does everyone want to do tonight?" Pete asked with a bright smile on his face as he sat down next to the others on the couch. "We can go smell some of Jay's cooking, we can go watch trick-or-treaters from the boundary..."

Sasappis sighed. "We can listen to you ramble all night." He said with an annoyed tone in his voice.

"Shall we go watch a film?" Isaac inquired. "In the spirit of the season, we could watch something scary."

"Thor like that idea." Thorfinn bellowed. "Thor miss seeing gore on daily basis."

"I do not wish to watch anything with too much blood," Hetty said.

Flower stopped reaching for the 'butterfly' she saw in the air. "Me neither, man! I was always jumpy with horror movies. Too much needless violence!"

Trevor glanced at her. "Flower, you talk about people in the cult locking each other up in a room until one killed the other." She just shrugged in reply. "But I was never a fan of horror films either, I like the college comedy the best."

The jazz singer next to him hummed. "My movie tastes back when I was alive was very different from how it is now. You all know I like anything with Jason Momoa." She paused. "Why don't we watch Aquaman again?"

Sasappis ignored the suggestion from Alberta. "Look, we have two TV's, we can put a scary movie on one and a different movie on the other that more friendly for the kids."

Pete cringed at the name Sass has called the four youngest. "We aren't kids, we just don't want to watch something scary, especially not right now. You saw the story on Jay's phone, right?"

"What is this story you are talking about, Peter?" Isaac questioned.

"There's some psychopath on the loose right now. He could apparently be anywhere." Pete explained.

The Native American man scoffed in disbelief. "I'm sure we're fine. The mansion is in the middle of nowhere. Also, we're ghosts."

"Sasappis right. Not like people can hurt ghosts."

"What 'bout Sam and Jay though?" Trevor weighed in. "They can die or get hurt."

"What are the odds though? It's not like he's contained to one area, like us. He'll pass us by without a second thought."

"Sass is right." Alberta said. "Let's just go watch our movies. Trev, you gotta find something for us to watch and put on something for these four."

"Hetty?" Flower asked. "You're gonna watch a scary movie? For real?"

"Well, I normally will not tolerate gore scenes because of how grotesque they always become. But, I am an adult, I shall be mature and bear it for the sake of Halloween." She said grasping Isaac's arm.

"So it's settled, we will see you after our respective movies." Isaac concluded.

\_____/

Trevor, after many minutes of struggle that both annoyed and amazed the older ghosts, had put on a movie that caught the eye of the four, entitled: The Purge.

Hetty was already skeptical about the title and the image that appeared on the screen, the mask with the eyes crossed out had freaked her out a bit.

She leaned into Isaac, seeking his comfort when somebody on screen was shot at. He, luckily, leaned to her too, grabbing her hand and rubbing it comfortingly. She noticed his breathing was also very abnormal, taking uneven breaths.

Sasappis wasn't exactly comfortable watching this either, no man was an actual man, instead they were all blood thirsty demons in search of carnage. It terrified him. He didn't even find the story too interesting to watch, he found it predictable which character was gonna die next. The gore scared him the most.

They all jumped at a scare on screen. Isaac gasping loud enough to wake up the dead, and Hetty jumping out of her seat. "This is too much! I tried to be mature but I am sorry, my female brain cannot handle this, Sasappis!" She cried. "It's too much for my eyes to bear! I'm going to make my way to bed. I wish you all a good night."

Isaac rubbed his eyes, trying to hide the tears of fear that were there. "Goodnight, Henrietta. Sleep well, my friend."

The other two murmured a goodnight too as she scurried out of the room as fast as she could in her dress.

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Meanwhile, the others were having the time of their lives. The four has taken to singing all the musical numbers of the movie Trevor had chosen for the group, Nightmare Before Christmas. This movie seemed to have something for everyone, but they all enjoyed the music!

While singing 'Kidnap the Santa Clause', they heard loud screams from the other room. Trevor chuckled, as everyone in the group stopped belting out the lyrics but Flower, who kept singing and dancing on the couch.

"And that is why I hate horror movies." He said.

Pete grimaced. "I kinda feel bad, I mean, Hetty's in there. She can't handle gore. And Isaac's been in war for goodness sake, what if he has PTSD?!"

"If they decide they can't handle it, they'll either come join us, or stop the movie." Alberta reasoned over Flowers's slightly offkey singing. "And I'm sure they are fine anyways, they did want to watch a horror in the first place which meant they had to have known what they were stepping into."

"Fine," Pete said. "I just hope they're alright."

Trevor laughed. "Hetty's tougher than she seems, and Isaac knows it's all fake. I'm sure the gunshot wounds don't even look real."

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"Why do the gunshot wounds look so real??!!" Isaac screamed. He was covering half his face with his coat in terror. Why, oh why did they decide to watch this?

Sasappis had his eyes wide open and his jaw on the floor. "This movie was made by evil people, pure, pure evil. Who could even imagine something like this?!"

Another person was shot on screen, causing the three men to jump. "No, no, no. That it. Thor not watch anymore. Too scary even for Thorfinn." Thorfinn shuddered.

Sasappis got off the couch. "Yeah, I'm not watching anymore either. The concept is just too horrifying, I come up with my own scary stories and none of them are like that." He looked at Isaac and reached out his hand. "Come on, that's it, we aren't gonna watch anymore, this is nightmare fuel."

Isaac shook his head with distinct hesitation. "I can finish it. I was a captain, I can do this."

Sasappis sighed. Isaac wasn't gonna leave, the man was too determined to finish what he started, even if it meant sacrificing his sleep. "Okay, we'll be in our rooms." He said subtly offering help if needed later.

\_____/

Isaac awoke to a loud crash downstairs. He jolted up in surprise and looked at the clock Samantha kept on the wall.

Who in the world would be up at 3 a.m.? Sure, Hetty had insomnia often, but she couldn't touch things. So what had caused the sound?

Sasappis and Thorfinn peeked their head through the door. "What was that?" Sasappis had asked.

"I have no idea, why are you asking me?" Isaac said in reply. "It came from downstairs."

"What if it dangerous man Pete talking about. What if Purge is going on in world outside?"

Isaac paced through the door and looked at the two of his oldest friends. "I'm sure we are fine, maybe a pot or pan from the kitchen fell?"

Just then, Hetty came racing down the hall. "I was searching everywhere for you three!" She whisper-shouted. "A window is open in Flower and my room. I believe someone might have broken in!"

Isaacs's eyes went wide and the four dead souls glanced at each other in worry. "Alright troops," Isaac commanded, getting back into his old captain mindset. "We shall split up and search the house for anomalies."

"No, you idiot!" Sasappis objected. "Never split up! It's like a death wish!"

"Sass is right. We see movie Scream with Trevor last week. We learn all about the rules."

"There are rules?" Isaac inquired.

"Yeah, you also can't have sex," Hetty blushed and looked down. "You can't drink or do drugs, and you can't say: 'I'll be right back.' You won't be right back." Sasappis explained to the two twin like best friends. "Good thing I'm a virg-" He cut himself off, realizing what he had said. "N-nevermind."

"So it's settled, we shall storm the house together."

The quartet tiptoed down the stairs, being careful not to make a sound. Even Thor kept his feet light, so as to not alert the possible intruder.

Clangs of metal echoed throughout the house, originating from the kitchen. Isaac put his head as close to the door as possible without putting it through.

Another sound came from the study upstairs, making everyone jump. Isaac yelped and almost fell to the floor, but Hetty caught him before he fell flat on his back.

"What was that?!" Sasappis yelled.

Isaac scrambled up out of Hetty's grasp and turned to the stairs. "Someone must check that out too."

Hetty sighed. "Silly rules aside, this is not a movie. We shall be fine going to check it out by ourselves, Isaac. We shall go upstairs and check the library while Sasappis and Thorfinn check the kitchen."

"Alright, don't blame us when you've been gutted like a fish." Sasappis countered.

"We shall be right back," Isaac said before he could stop himself. "Damn my mouth." He muttered under his breath.

Sasappis and Thorfinn stepped toward the door, both glancing at each other uncertainly. "Thor, I want to be a good best friend and insist you go ahead."

Thorfinn laughed. "No, no, Sass. You go first."

"But I insist."

"Thor double insists."

Sasappis exhaled and looked at the door, pausing for just a moment before he stepped through. Thor lagged behind him.

It was dark, but through the dark, they could see a mess in the kitchen. Pots, pans, and ingredients were spilled throughout the room. A red liquid was dripping off the table, and Sass gasped. "Is that... blood?"

"Thor know blood. That is blood." He said, terror seeping through his voice

A man rose up from behind the island, he held a object in his raised hand. "I'm gonna kill you!"

Thor and Sasappis screamed in horror as they ran out of the kitchen, not looking back.

\_____/

In the meanwhile, Hetty and Isaac climbed the stairs. Hetty was grasping onto Isaacs's arm so tightly, it would have stopped his circulation.

Another loud bang came from the room in question, causing them both to cower together. "You said: 'We'll be right back', Isaac. You have doomed us."

"I'm sorry, okay! It just slipped out!"

They fazed their heads through a wall to see what was going on. Inside the dark room, they saw the silhouette of a woman, she was hitting the safe with the sharp end of a hammer.

Hetty gasped and pulled Isaac out through the wall. "We are being robbed! I bet you tonight is a Purge night! We are all going to die!" Hetty hissed, overcome with hysteria.

Just then, Sasappis and Thorfinn came running up the stairs in a hurry. "There is a murderer in the kitchen! I think he killed Sam and Jay! There is blood all over the table!"

"Gadzooks!"

"They killed Sam and Jay?!"

Thor nodded. "Puny man and tiny woman stood no chance."

"Well, there is a robber in this room trying to break into the safe!" Hetty exclaimed.

Sasappis inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself down. "It can't be the Purge. Sam would have told us."

"Sam not tell us things in past cause she thought it would freak out us. What if the same tonight?"

"Whatever it is, what can we even do?" Hetty yelled.

Sasappis and Thor tensed. "You guys," Sasappis said. "Run. There are people right behind you. "

"Oh, very funny Sasappis." Hetty scoffed.

"I'm not kidding run!"

Isaac and Hetty both turned around, not expecting anything, only to be spooked by five shadows behind them.

The four ran down the hall and down the stairs, screaming and yelling out in horror.

"We're gonna die!"

"Let me into Valhalla, gods!"

"IT'S THE BLOODY PURGE!"

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!"

The ghosts stopped running about at the sound of Trevor yelling over their screams. They all turned and saw the four youngest ghosts staring at them like they were crazy. "What in petes sake is wrong with you four?" Alberta asked.

"Sam and Jay are dead!" Sasappis yelled.

"I think we are anything but dead, Sass." Sam said. The lights all flickered on, illuminating the once dark room. The four gazed up the stairs in incredulity, before quickly making their way closer to the woman they though was dead.

"Samantha! Thank goodness you are alive!" Hetty exclaimed. "We had thought the murderer in the kitchen had gotten you!"

Sam raised her eyebrows. "Murderer in the kitchen? Wait back up."

Just then, Jay strode out in kitchen door holding a spatchula. "Hey babe, I finally killed that bug in the kitchen."

"Bug?" Isaac said.

"Yeah, the power went out while Jay was in the middle of making us a late night snack so I went to the safe to grab a flashlight."

Thorfinn pointed upstairs. "Why you hitting safe like Thor used to hit Danes?"

"The lock got stuck again. This time I couldn't get it open." Sam explained.

"What about the blood on the kitchen table?" Sasappis asked, looking over at Jay.

Sam looked at Jay, who was cleaning off 'blood' from his hands. "Sass wants to know why there was 'blood' on the table."

The man laughed. "That wasn't blood!" He explained. "I spilled red food dye! When the power shut off, I started dropping pans and spilling things like crazy!"

"Wait." Isaac said. "You mean, there was no intruder?"

"But my window was open!"

Sam smiled. "I must have just forgot to shut it." She said. "Are you four alright? You look really scared."

Thorfinn laughed, embarrassed. "Thor wasn't scared, tears are from allergies."

"Yes, Sam we are right as rain." Isaac said confidently.

"BOO!" Flower screamed as she jumped out from behind the group.

The four flinched and yelped, Hetty and Isaac jumped into each others arms and Thorfinn hid behind Sasappis who was covering his face with his hands. "Oh my god, we are gonna die!" He yelled through his hands.

"You're already dead! We are already dead!" Trevor said with a wide grin.

Alberta tsked. "You poor babys, you should have come watched a movie with us! Instead of watching that blood-bath you did!"

Sam turned toward them in surprise. "You four watched a scary movie? What was it called?"

"I put on something called 'The Purge' for them."

She turned her head toward Trevor so quick, the ghosts were afraid she would break her neck. "The Purge!? That movie is intense!"

"I didn't know that! They were browsing and saw it, they wanted to watched it so I clicked start! It's not my fault!" Trevor defended himself.

"We really gotta put that childs lock on the TV, Jay." Sam said. "But are you four alright?"

"We shall be okay, Samantha. Just please, close that window in my room."

Sam grinned. "Of course, Hetty. Just remember, we are careful about making sure the house is locked up, we won't let anything happen."

"And The Purge isn't real!" Jay added.

Sam nodded. "Thank you, babe."

And so they all went back to sleep.

\_____/

Sasappis woke up the next morning, eyesight blurry and clouded. He rubbed his eyes and positioned himself so he was sitting on the edge of his bed.

He smiled thinking of the night they had last night. Sure it was scary at the time, but now he looked back on it and laughed. Sasappis set his feet down on the ground and yawned.

He felt hands grab at his ankles from underneath the bed. The native gave a high pitched scream and jumped off the bed.

"Hahahahaha!!! Oh my god, dude that was awesome!" Trevor said, crawling out from underneath the bed. "I wish I could have seen the look on your face!"

"You suck." Sasappis spat. "You suck so hard, I'd slap you if it wouldn't land me in Ghost Court."

"You were so scared!"

Sasappis just rolled his eyes in response and walked out of the room before he did something he would regret.

({[THE END]})

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the-diabolist · 1 year

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derek and jack in the game room with a revolver ? 😖

Kinktober 2022, day 15 - I am a puddle on the floor.

c.w: fem reader, fingering, praise/degradation (light), threesome, overstimulation, spitroasting, mild daddy kink, oral (m), creampie, sometimes competition is a good thing. 1.4k

Within five minutes of catching you, he's already got two fingers deep in your core, thrusting them in and out zealously while your hand curls helplessly around his wrist.

"Thought you could get away, huh?" he sneers, breathing ragged from the chase (and from all his blood rushing south, you bet). In lieu of an answer, you arch into his palm with an eager noise - he laughs, hyena-like and mean. "Of course you like this. God, I love how much of a slut you are."

"Prove it," you gasp, barely able to form the words around the whine in your throat.

He adds a third finger and crooks them, drags them roughly against your walls; you moan sharply.

"Come for me," he rasps, thumbing your clit vigorously. "I want your cunt dripping and ready for my cock."

With a cry, you do as he says, clenching hard around his digits as he continues to pump them mercilessly. You tighten your grip on his wrist as you shift into overstimulation, and after another few twitching moments he finally pulls out of you with a slick sound.

As you come down, panting, you hear him start to unbuckle his pants, but he doesn't get very far.

"Nice little snack you've got there," drawls a gruff voice from behind him, "did you bring enough for the whole class?"

Derek whips around with a scowl, and the interloper saunters into your field of view. It's the man in the wolflike mask.

"Fuck off, Jack, I'm busy," Derek growls, leaning further over you in an attempt to block Jack's wandering gaze.

"You can try to make me," Jack shrugs, moving nearer, and then finishes with a rumble of his own, "or you can fucking share like reasonable little punk."

Derek quails a bit under the other man's acerbity; you know he doesn't like to share, but you also know his daddy issues make it difficult for him to stand up to assertive older men.

And honestly... you're raring to go again, and the addition of another party (especially such an attractive one) sounded tantalizing. So you give Derek an easy out for entirely ulterior reasons.

"I mean... my mouth is just sitting here doing nothing," you reason, interrupting the eye contact-based standoff the two of them seem to be having.

"Close it then," Derek spits angrily, but Jack lets out a barking laugh.

"See? She fuckin' wants it," he crows gleefully. "Up on your hands and knees, sugar. Let daddy show you what a real man feels like."

You eagerly follow his instructions while Derek sputters, resentful of both the situation and the insult.

"Fuck you, dude," Derek snarls, and then, to you: "don't listen to him - I'm the boss of you, not this retirement home escapee."

Jack completely ignores him, instead shoving him out of the way, kneeling down on the blanket Derek had laid out, and wrapping his hands around your thighs - you simmer under his touch as he spreads you open for his scrutiny. He gives an appreciative whistle at the view.

"Damn, she's dripping. Thanks for getting her all nice and ready for me," he says, dipping a couple of fingers into your slick and making you gasp.

"No, nope, no no no," Derek protests, snatching Jack's wrist away from you and pushing at his shoulder. "I got her ready for me. That hole is mine."

You can practically hear Jack roll his eyes.

"Fine, I'll take her pretty mouth, then," he says, rising to his feet again and circling around in front of you.

"No, uh, wait," Derek stammers. "I - "

"Need to make a fucking decision, or I'll take both holes and make you watch," Jack says gruffly. Your stomach twists pleasurably at the thought. You could get used to listening to them talk about you like you aren't here.

You could also get used to watching someone knock Derek down a peg or two; you can't see him, but you're sure he's sulking. He keeps his mouth shut, however, and keeps his place behind you. He goes back to unfastening his pants, judging by the sound of a zipper. Jack begins to do the same, but then pauses to curl a finger under your jaw and tilt your face up toward him.

He's still wearing the mask, but you can see his eyes through it - intense and golden, his gaze pierces you and makes butterflies flutter in your stomach. His shoulders are broad; his chest and arms appear well-muscled beneath his clothes. In short, he's a fox.

You drop your jaw, opening your mouth and sliding your tongue forward in invitation. He hums his approval with that deliciously rough voice.

"That's a good girl," he murmurs, hand falling away from you and returning to his belt. "A good little slut for daddy."

The butterflies move up to your throat and lodge there. Abruptly, Derek slaps your ass hard enough to make you yelp at the sting.

"Don't fucking clench for him!" he yells, pitch about an octave higher than usual. Jack starts laughing again. "And you're not her daddy, old man," he adds, jabbing a finger in the other man's direction.

He'd been lining himself up before you'd, apparently, clenched around nothing as a result of Jack's praise, and now he pushes fully into you with one thrust, sliding easily through your copious arousal. The satisfying fullness makes you moan.

"And you are?" Jack jeers, words dripping with derision - you almost fail to register them, though, because he's just freed himself, flushed and hard, from his boxers and suddenly your mouth is watering.

"No, I'm - I mean, no one is, that's fuckin' weird," Derek scowls, his grip on your hips bruising as he pulls almost entirely out and then yanks you back toward him, burying himself again. Your mouth falls open in ecstasy, and Jack takes the opportunity to slide the head of his cock over your tongue. You close your lips around and and start to suck gently. He grunts.

"She seems to like it just fine," Jack purrs. Derek tugs you backwards again, pulling you off of Jack as a result.

"She's got an empty head from how hard I just made her cum," Derek growls as Jack slides himself back into your waiting mouth, "She doesn't fucking know what she likes."

You take offense to that, and you choose to show it by grabbing Jack's hips and swallowing him all the way down your throat. He lets out a sound between a laugh and a groan, dropping a hand to cup the back of your head; Derek yanks again, but this time it only causes you to bob on Jack's length.

Muttering, he gives up on that and reaches around to rub your clit instead, which is still sensitive from your earlier climax. It feels good, verging on too good, making you that much more eager.

Jack seems happy to let you set the pace - especially, you bet, because he's seated so nice and deep - but Derek ramps up quickly, fucking you hard and fast, slamming his hips into yours with an audible, repetitive smack. It's all you can do to maintain your connection to Jack; you manage it, but your technique is sloppy, for sure.

Not that he's complaining - on the contrary, when you glance up at him, his eyes are half-lidded, and his shoulders heave with increasingly ragged breaths.

The sight of him like that, and the knowledge that you're causing it, makes you tighten - which, in turn, makes Derek curse and then groan as he suddenly empties deep inside you, now rubbing you frantically - which makes you moan around Jack as you climax again, which makes him suck in a sharp breath while his slowly-rocking hips start to stutter.

You ready yourself for his release, assuming it's imminent - but then he grabs your jaw, stilling your motions, and pulls out at the same time Derek does, leaving you very empty all of a sudden.

"My turn," he rasps, panting, "move."

Derek, still behind you, starts to protest - but Jack is already moving, and as he circles, Derek does as well, in the opposite direction.

"Fine, whatever," he sulks, dropping down on his back next to you, catching his breath. "If you want my sloppy seconds - don't let me fuckin' stop you."

Your thighs are still shaking as Jack positions himself behind you and presses his palm between your shoulder blades, knocking you off your hands, onto your elbows, and then lower, until your upper body is touching the picnic blanket.

When he slams himself inside you at this angle, he goes deep. You cry out, clawing at the ground, oversensitive after two orgasms and such a high level of maintained arousal. He takes up a brutal pace, working you up into a torturous frenzy of pleasure almost immediately - when his fingers slide between your folds, tracing wide yet firm circles around your abused clit, it's almost painful.

"Come for daddy," he growls, hot breath ghosting over your neck, and you shake apart again instantly, a tremulous scream bursting from your throat. He follows right after you, filling you up with a snarl. Once he's finished, he pulls out, and warm liquid starts trailing down your thighs - turns out there's some overflow when dealing with two other people's cum plus your own.

Your legs finally give out, depositing you on the ground next to Derek, exhausted and utterly satisfied. Jack is huffing as he buckles his pants back up.

"So," he starts gruffly, "still think you made her cum hard?"

#rune writes fanfic #the price of flesh #derek goffard #tpof derek #tpof jack #kinktober 2022 #In this piece you can really tell I like Jack more lol

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liseytopia · 5 months

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hii, so uhmm... ik i have requested a lot already but i got a really cute idea !!

so this is for peni parker, masc!reader/gn!reader. and the idea is that when peni rebuilding her new robot after itsv, i told her i was going to help her, but really i do nothing the whole time.

and don't feel pressured to finish this right away, love you!!

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘆 !

-𝘅𝗼𝘅𝗼 𝗿𝗼𝘅 <𝟯

💌

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HEY ROXXX thats actually super cute istg, had a lot of fun writing this btw! keep the requests coming i don't mind them

pairing: peni parker x gn!reader (PLATONIC)

contents: pure fluff, annoyed peni and ignorant reader

warnings: cursing

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𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫.

- 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳

when peni's robot died, it made not only her devastated, but also you. you were close with peni since the two of you met and have been the inseparable friendship duo continuously after that. it broke your heart along with hers when her robot stopped functioning. you wanted to make it right by helping her build a new one, but there was one issue..

you had no engineering skills whatsoever. so when you offered to help peni, she was slightly confused, knowing you didn't know shit about mechanics. she let you help either way, of course. the both of you worked in one of the workshop rooms in hq.

you stood by the corner filing your nails as peni moved scraps of metal and toolboxes into the center of the room. "ahem!" peni's voice shocked you, causing you to jolt up and meet eyes with her. she crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows at you. "what?" you asked, aware you aren't helping at all. "you gonna help me move all this or just stand there and worry about your pretty little nails?" you responded "i'll help, what do you want me to do?" knowing you weren't gonna help with what she asked you to.

"grab the welding mask for me," peni instructed as she flopped a piece of metal in front of her. "uhh.. what's a welding mask look like again?" you rotated your head to look around the room. "it's a big metal shield with a window where the eyes go that covers your face." "oh! found it." you ran across the room, grabbed a metal bowl, and handed it to peni. "..what the fuck is this" "a welding mask! right?" you seemed confused when she gave you a blank stare. "what" "BITCH THIS IS A FUCKING BOWL" you stepped out of the way when peni got up to grab the welding mask on a shelf next to the door. as she got to work you asked yourself how she could possibly know all about this mechanics stuff while applying chapstick. you eventually ended up on your phone, texting your friends and other people at spider society.

peni gave you a disappointing glare from across the room and after about five seconds of her looking you up and down and shaking her head, she asked you for the screwdriver. "one second peni," you say as you hold up a finger while finishing up your text before pressing send. "what was that again?" "get me the screwdriver, please." you walked over to the toolbox and reached out, getting grease on your hand in the process. "ewww!! hold on, i have to wash this off real quick." you rush over to the nearby sink while peni says "there's no way you suggested to help and thought you weren't going to get dirty at all." you reply "whatever!" and go back over to the tool box.

"hmm.. peni which drawer is it in again?" "just check all of them! i don't know." you open the first one.. measuring tapes. second one had screws and bolts in it. third one.. "aha! screwdriver!" you pull out a flathead screwdriver and hand it to her proudly. she hands it back to you and tells you "i need a phillips screwdriver. it's got a different looking head." "is the screwdriver's name philip or something? i'm confused why is this relevant" "just get it for me." you trace your steps back to the same toolbox drawer and pull out a hex-head screwdriver. you hold it up and look at her for approval, she shakes her head no, and you sigh. you think to yourself, how many fucking types of screwdrivers are there? you search the drawer once again and finally get out the right one and hand it to her.

you really don't help peni at all the whole rest of the time after that. regardless, whenever someone compliments the robot, you speak as if you were the one doing all the building work when really the whole time she was building while you attempted to navigate the workshop. either way you and peni are the iconic best friend duo and she loves you no matter if you can tell what a phillips screwdriver looks like or not. <3

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#: lisey's responds!#peni parker #peni #peni itsv #peni atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #spiderman itsv

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myersobsession · 1 month

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Kid! michael myers x Kid! oc/sona

note: THE DEMONS!! THEY GOT ME RAGGHHHHHHH--!! I CAN'T CONTAIN IT.. I WROTE ABOUT THEM.. MY BABIES!!!!! also, the pacing might be rlly bad sorry,,, but we die like real men! RAGH!

summary: right before his incarceration for killing his older sister, judith myers, younger michael find himself sitting outside his home unbothered by everything. only staring at the girl next door, and thinking about her on the drive to the sanitarium.

Halloween, 1963, October 31st

It was rather abnormal for a six-year-old boy to be roaming outside at night. He walked towards the window, his footfall distorted by the marshy wet grass beneath him, letting out an occasional squelch.

"We are alone aren't we?" A masculine voice could be heard from within the Myers' living room.

"Mmh, Michael's around someplace." Another voice could be heard, a feminine one. He couldn't mistake it for anyone else, it was definitely his sister.

He watched them continue their intimate acts until her boyfriend picked up the clown mask that matched with his costume and tease Judith with it. She giggled, pushing him back jokingly. "Pfft, take off that thing!"

He ignored her, and stood up abruptly. Looking down at his partner, he smirked. "Let's go upstairs."

The girl was quick to comply and with that, the two ran upstairs, turning off the lights in the living room.

Michael walked to the entrance of his house, Judith's room lit-up, then suddenly the lights were turned off.

He tugged on the door knob, entering his home. He looked around for a second- checking if the coast was clear. He walked past the living room, then the dining room, and towards the kitchen. He looked around for a knife.

His eyes scanned the room, looking at the knife block. He grabbed one of the blades, a subtle sound could be heard. He looked at it curiously before exiting the room, his footsteps causing a creak from time to time.

But no one was around to hear.

He was in the living room when Daniel came down the stairs. He watched the older boy tug down his shirt before looking back towards his sister.

"Can you come over tomorrow?"

"Sure."

And with that, Daniel was quick to make his way out the door, and into the cold night. He could hear Judith walking back to her room, giggling to herself. Her footsteps resounded over the second floor of their home. He decided now was the perfect time to strike.

He made his way up the stairs, each step he took he made sure was quiet. He looked over at his bedroom, the door was opened since his room was connected to Judith's. He walked steadily to the doorway, stopping to look down at the mask that lay in front of him.

He bent down to pick it up, carefully placing it on his face. He continued his pursuit once more, again having to stop at Judith's doorway. He could hear her humming a lullaby to herself whilst she brushed her hair. He watched her as she was completely oblivious to his presence.

He walked closer, and closer. Until it was close enough. He'd make himself known to her now. He gripped his knife in hand, but wasn't quite expecting for Judith to turn around just yet.

The blonde felt that something was behind her, so she looked back to confirm her senses. She was right, her little brother stood before her, knife in hand and a clown mask resting upon his face, successfully hiding any sort of emotion he held. Looking at him in confusion and a hint of disgust, she covered herself and shouted at him.

"Michael!" She hoped that he would leave, since she caught him red handed. She never liked it when her brother was snooping around her room, and when he wasn't, he was always on his own drawing freakish things, or outside. It truly confused her how odd of a kid Michael was.

But her thoughts were immediately cut short when she saw him raise the knife he'd been holding. Her eyes widened and before she knew it, the blade met her stomach. She fell off of her vanity chair, stumbling back, but could hardly move with the searing pain in her abdomen disturbing her. Michael slightly bent down so he could reach her, he didn't know what drove him, but he felt incredibly enraged at the moment.

Maybe it was the voices he had been hearing lately. It was encouraging him to kill his sister, and all those around him. He was angry, but his face didn't show it. It was entirely blank. The only thing that gave away his anger was how aggressive his movement was.

Completely hostile.

He kept lunging for Judith, the poor girl grunting and moaning from the pain she was met with. He stabbed her over and over, until she finally collapsed. Her head met the ground with a thud, and everything went silent..

He killed his own sister.

And felt nothing.

He stared at her for a second, before walking back downstairs. It was eerily quiet in the house now. Not the same silence as it was before, it felt empty. Like there was no one here. Almost as if his family had gone on some field trip, leaving their home for a few days.

He opened the front door, still carrying the weapon with him. He was met with the cold autumn air and saw a car pull up into the driveway. Suddenly, he froze up. Not out of fear, but because everything had randomly become white noise to him. Like the world was on pause. He clenched his knife harder to the point his knuckles were turning white.

He heard the engine come to a complete halt as two familiar figures exited from within the car. His parents. He stood his ground nonetheless, staring straight ahead. Everything seemed like a blur.

He heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, and suddenly his mask was yanked off of his face, he flinched upon the impact. His hair getting in his eyes, poking at him.

"..Michael? What happened?!" His father gasped. His mother crossed her arms and looked at him, clearly disturbed and disgusted. She was judging him, he could feel it, but he just stared straight ahead. He could feel their glares piercing him, many questions running through their mind. Peter looked at him once more, grabbing his son by the shoulders and demanding for him to respond.

"Answer me, Michael!" He rose his voice, he suspected something horrible had happened while he and Edith were away. He looked into his child's eyes, for any reaction, any hint of a response. But was met with nothing. The boy only stared.

Peter had enough and stormed inside, angrily tapping the numbers on the telephone, calling the police.

Oh, what a surprise there'd be awaiting him and his wife upstairs.

Edith only looked at her middle child for a moment, disgust and confusion still evident on her face. "What is the meaning of this..?" She muttered, before walking towards the house. "I'm going to check on your sisters, Stay there." She announced from their porch, before stepping inside and heading up the stairs.

Michael was still staring. He wasn't ever paying attention to his parents, no- he was staring at something else. He sat outside his home unbothered. There was nothing here that interested him, there was no one that interested him.

Except for her.

He'd only ever seen her once before. He saw her at school. She'd sometimes sit near the sandbox that the Kindergarteners played in. Her hands would always be dirty, and she'd only ever play by herself.

He would watch her near the shrubs picking and pulling at the weeds and flowers while she'd hum lullabies, as her friends looked around for her.

He noticed that when the day was over, she was one of the last few kids to be picked up.

He was as well, since his parents would always be very late. So sometimes he stayed after school with a few other children.

He found her crying once, he didn't know why. But then again, he was incapable of understanding any emotion whatsoever.

He saw her being scolded by her mother harshly, for playing dirty during recess he assumed. He watched as the older woman gripped the girl's wrist harshly, and strode into their car, as the girl sobbed silently.

He remembered the look on her face before the car sped off. She was looking down, defeated. She only ever wanted to make something nice for her mother. But her efforts were never acknowledged.

That was one of the few memories he had, since everything is so uninteresting, it's a forgettable experience for him.

But right now, that same girl he was thinking of was looking right back at him. Her eyes were wide and it seemed she was lost in thought, like a deer in headlights. She held a self-made bouquet from the weeds and plants on her front yard.

She noticed him.

By now, the police and paramedics had arrived. He was taken by the arm and led into the back of the vehicle, from there, he could hear his mother crying and screaming for her daughter.

They just now found her body?

His father wouldn't even look at him. He imagined Cynthia was also awake from the blaring noises outside their home. Crying probably.

But he still stared at her. His eyes were so dead compared to hers, she had a type of glint in them, something he'd seen in the other kids his age. She looked back and tilted her head in confusion and shock. A taller, more feminine figure approached the ravenette and scooped her up into their arms, making the girl drop her bouquet instinctively. He saw her lips move for a second, probably speaking to the woman about him.

The girl lifted a finger and pointed towards the car window he was looking through, obviously directed towards him. Her mother whispered something to her before he saw her face contort into the expression of someone who was frightened of something. Frightened by him.

He knew then and there the woman was protecting her, keeping her away from him. Nobody's allowed to keep him away from something that piqued his interest. He watched her one final time before she was completely inside her house.

He turned his head towards the front window of the vehicle, the cops entering in just in time. They had just finished talking to his parents, about where he'll go, and how he'd be punished. One cop looked back at him, looking him up and down.

He heard him mutter something under his breath, subtly trying to start a conversation with his partner, trying not to attract his attention.

"This kid doesn't look like a killer.."

"You'd be surprised by the shit kids pull nowadays."

The officer hummed and gripped at the driver wheel. "Can't say you're not wrong." The car started to pick up the pace, and Michael glanced back at his house, now disappearing from view.

He looked at the window a majority of the time, the brush and trees couldn't be seen, it was black. Overcast by the moon's eerie glow.

He kept thinking about the girl. She was a grade below him, so he never saw her that much. When he did though, he observed whatever she did.

He knew she liked to draw. He'd sometimes see her drawing during recess in the "quiet" room, as the teachers called it. Most of the time she sat alone there, he never knew why.

But he had another memory of her crying.

This time though, it wasn't from her own mother. It was from her friends. A girl he recalled from his class who had red hair looked at her awkwardly. Sally. Her name was Sally. It was clear she didn't like the ravenette.

A boy with brown hair stood by the redhead, tugging at her sleeves, muttering something to her. It must've been to leave the younger girl behind, because the both of them walked off without a second thought.

They stopped walking when the brunette yelled from the other side of the playground, but not too far from where the girl stood.

"You can't play with us today, Mari! Me, Sally, and David are all gonna ask our teacher something, sorry!"

He learned her name then. Mari. She looked down at the ground, clearly saddened and upset. She must've known they were purposefully excluding her. Tears pricked at her eyes, and she walked somewhere else more desolate, hoping to be alone. Once she found the perfect spot, she allowed herself to cry when her friends left her sight.

But why did she care so much? Why was she so sensitive?

Who gives a shit about what other people think, anyways?

The trees and bushes around must've lessened because he could now see the moon fully. The car came to a sudden stop, and the officer spoke.

"Alright, we're here."

The other officer yawned, having taken a short nap from a long busy day. He rubbed his eyes, and looked towards the facility, still tired.

The first officer pushed the car door open, and opened the door for Michael, to which he responded with a glare.

"Get up, kid. You're gonna be here for a long, long time."

Everyone knew everyone in Haddonfield, but the entire lot of them hoped Michael Myers would become a parenthesis, forgotten, As most failures are.

Fifteen years later on that exact night, three teens, and a mechanic were reported dead.

He came home to Haddonfield.

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