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We’re All A Little Mad Sometimes

Jonathan Byers x Fem!OC

Summary: Bunny is the girl of Jonathan’s dreams. With a masked killer on the loose he would do anything to protect her. She’s sweet, beautiful, and has a heart of gold. But things aren’t always as they seem… WK: 8.1k(oops)

This is a collab with @babygorewhore you can read her part about Eddie and her OC Sammy here.

Warnings: This is a scream AU so there will be descriptions of murder, violence, Jonathan is a perv(he thinks she doesn’t know but she does), mentions of male masturbation, slight jealous!jonathan, mentions of Bunny & king!steve in the past(she scares the shit out of him but doesn’t kill him), sub!Jonathan, Dom!Reader, blow job, unprotected sex. I thiiiink that’s it? Pls lmk if I missed any! Divider is @saradika-graphics

Jonathan walked shoulder to shoulder with Eddie down the hall, discussing the recent murder of Hawkin’s community’s head cheerleader, Chrissy Cunningham. The gruesome images of the small blonde haunted the minds of everyone who had the misfortune of seeing them. She was killed with a large hunting knife, multiple stab wounds littering her body. The police wouldn’t have connected it to the murders of him and Eddie’s fathers if it wasn’t for the exact nature of the kill being the same, down to the murder weapon.

A little over a year ago, only a few nights apart Lonnie Byers and Al Munson were murdered in cold blood with a hunting knife, “overkill” they called it. He and Eddie would both be lying if they said they were sad, they should’ve been scared that they would come for them next, but if anything, they just felt relief.

Him and Eddie parted ways, and he made his way to his photography class. His favorite class and not just because it was his favorite subject, but because this was the class he shared with her. Willow. The girl he couldn’t keep his mind off of. He walked eagerly into the classroom, his eyes landing on her immediately.

She was beautiful, her long blonde hair always looked so soft against her caramel skin, her pink mini skirts and chunky Mary Jane’s, those big brown eyes and pouty lips. He would do anything she asked and all she had to do was look at him. When she would put her small manicured hands on his forearm and look up at him sweetly, he felt like he could melt where he stood. Maybe he should feel pathetic, but he can’t find it in himself to care when she looks at him like that. Not when she was an angel on earth.

He walked over to their shared table, pulling out the stool next to hers and putting his bag down. He was lucky enough to be assigned her seat partner at the beginning of the year, and even luckier that they got paired up to do their next project together.

“Hey Jonathan! It’s nice to see you.” Her voice sounds like sugar, the smile on her face just as sweet.

“Hey Bunny, it’s nice to see you too. Especially with everything that’s going. I’m uh - glad you're safe.” Bunny was a nickname, one he was proud to have given her. It stuck, and now everyone in their group called her that. He didn’t mind really, but ultimately she was his bunny, he gave her the nickname.

“Oh yeah I know! Isn’t it just awful? I can’t believe someone would do something like that. The pictures made my skin crawl.” Her big eyes were wide, her lips set into a pouty frown. Jonathan wanted to protect her, he never wanted her to not feel safe.

“Yeah, it’s really awful… You don’t have to be scared though I’ll pro-“

“Alright class!! Everybody remember who you’re not partnered with?”

“Yes! You ready to get to brainstorming, Jonny bear?”

Jonathan forgot what he was even going to say, her sweet nickname and the teacher's interruption turning his brain to mush. He spends the rest of class bouncing ideas back and forth with Bunny and tries his hardest not to gawk at her but fails on multiple occasions. It didn’t help that she was always touching him in some way or another.

When the bell rings, Bunny grabs her things and waves to him, letting him know she’s going to go find Sammy and that she will see him in the group spot in a bit. He stares after her, her little skirt swishing back and forth with the swing of her hips, the bows in her hair trailing behind her and her shiny black shoes squeak against the classroom's linoleum floor.

Jonathan gathered his things and sighed, his mind filled with nothing but all things Bunny. He thought of her soft skin and how it would feel against his fingers as he walked down the hall. He thought of her silky hair, the way he caught a whiff of strawberries every time she whipped her head around. He imagined her plush lips pressed against his own, he knew the sticky pink gloss she always wears would rub off on him. He desperately wanted to know what it tasted like.

When he reaches the courtyard his breath catches in his throat. Bunny was sitting with Sammy by her side. It was rare to see one without the other. They were the dynamic duo, everybody knew that. Sammy’s style was much different from Willow’s, she gravitated more towards dark colors. Her bright pink curls and combat boots are a stark contrast to her best friend’s frilly socks and pastel pinks. Yet they complimented each other so well, like yin and yang. Her brow was furrowed and her small hand was grasping Sammy’s sweater covered arm while they talked to Eddie. She looked upset and he immediately wanted to do anything and everything to see her smile again.

“Hey man, you just gonna stand there with your jaw hanging open all afternoon or are you gonna go talk to her?” Steve came up behind him, his large hand grabbing onto his shoulder and shaking him slightly.

“I wasn’t… staring. I just… got distracted, is all.” Jonathan shakes Steve’s hand off of him, sending him a glare.

“Oh dude, you were totally staring! I don’t get why you don’t just ask her out, she’s clearly into you.”

Robin stood next to Steve, rolling her eyes with a smile spread across her lips. Her and Steve were constantly teasing him about her. It drove him insane, because he knew they were right. He should just ask her out. But she was just so beautiful, her and Steve’s dad were business partners so she never had to want for anything growing up. He also knows her and Steve have… history. He knows they were friends with benefits for a while and he knows that Steve wanted more than that but she turned him down. If she didn’t want someone like Steve why would she want someone like him.

He didn’t come from anything, he wasn’t athletic or classically handsome like Steve was. He probably wouldn’t ever make a lot of money, wanting to choose his passion over his salary. Steve was a business major with a job lined up for him when he graduated. Steve was on the basketball team, the swim team, he threw huge parties and fucked around with different girls every weekend. Jonathan was a loser virgin who spent his weekends smoking weed in his dorm with Eddie Munson while they played Dark Souls.

“Better snatch her up, before someone else does.” Steve winked at him before walking towards the table, his stupidly perfect hair somehow looking like it was glowing in the sunlight. He didn’t mind as much when Robin teased him but when it came from Steve it made his blood boil.

“Don’t listen to him Jonny, like Robin said, she’s totally into you.” Robin’s girlfriend, Marina smiled sweetly at him, tilting her head towards the table as Robin pulled her along by the hand.

He took a deep breath, thanking whatever god is out there that Steve didn’t take the spot next to her. He slid onto the bench, his senses immediately being flooded with sweet strawberry goodness. His heart rate picked up when she smiled at him.

“Hey Jonny bear, we were just talking about how scary all of this is…” Her lips were set into a pout, that same crease between her eyebrows he saw from afar that he wanted to rub out with his thumb.

“Yeah, it’s pretty fucked, huh? Like I know none of us were Chrissy’s biggest fan but I don’t think she deserved to die like that.”

“I’ve been thinking about those photos all morning… I can’t help but think about if that happened to me. You don’t think this guy has like… a type do you?” Her large brown eyes were filled with panic, her bottom lip squeezed between her teeth.

“I don’t think so, because before this it was me and Eddie’s dads, there doesn’t seem to be a specific pattern anymore. You’ll be okay… I promise l - I’ll keep you safe.” He smiled sweetly at her, forcing himself to be brave enough to give her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Thanks bear…” She returned his smile with one of her own, her thumb gently stroking his hand.

“I-“

“You take a knife, and you slit them from groin to sternum.” Bunny’s hand drops from his, her head whipping towards Steve with her mouth hanging open. That crease between her brows returned and it made him want to smack Steve.

“Didn’t you and Chrissy used to date?” Eddie has a smirk on his face directed towards Steve.

“Yeah dude for like two seconds, and if you wanna call what her and I did “dating” then I guess me and Willie “dated” too, and look at her she’s perfectly alive and well.” Jonathan scoffed, Steve’s words, feeling like a knife in his heart. He knew they fucked, but he hated being reminded that it happened.

“Hey.” He was snapped from his thoughts at the sound of her sweet voice, her soft hand landing on his Jean covered thigh, causing him to gulp. “Don’t listen to him, he’s just being a fucking idiot. You still wanna work on our project today?”

“Yeah, of course.” He smiled at her, his cheeks tinted pink. What did she mean don’t listen to him? Is she reassuring him because she likes him? He really fucking hopes so. “You still want me to drive us there?”

“Yeah totally! I’m really excited! I think we will have the most unique topic honestly. Who else is going to think to depict the different types of gravestones depending on the time period?” He loves the way her eyes light up when she talks about things she’s excited about. He never would’ve thought this sweet girl with bows in her hair would ask him to take her to the Hawkins cemetery of all places. She was always surprising him in the best ways.

“With all this bullshit there’s probably going to be a curfew in a few days, so I’m throwing a party this weekend. You idiots are all invited.” Steve tapped his hands on the table, making sure to wink at Willow before he got up and walked off. Jonathan scoffed, anytime he felt like he was getting somewhere with her it was like his confidence was knocked down all over again.

“Don’t let him get to you Jonny, he’s not worth the energy. You wanna get going? If we leave right now we can get there before dusk! That way we can still get some natural light photos!” She clapped her hands together excitedly and Jonathan tried not to look at the way her boobs giggled in her tank top, he really did, but he just couldn’t help himself around her.

“Yeah uh - yeah, let’s go, Bunny”

Jonathan watched in awe as Willow weaved through the various headstones pointing out different shapes and sizes. He was actually really surprised with her knowledge on the topic, when he asked her if she had been doing research for their project she shook her head and said it was just something that had “always interested her” which just made her even more interesting to him.

“Jonathan! Look at this one, like I was telling you earlier doves were a very prevalent image on headstones in the mid 1700s! Oh! And that one over there, see how it just looks like a rock that someone carved into? That’s because before the 1600s they didn’t have professional gravestone carvers, so they didn’t start making them more decorative until then!”

Her eyes sparkled, the excited tone of her voice warming every inch of his heart. She was just so cute. Talking about the history of gravestones all clad in pink and white. He wanted to kiss her so badly. He watched her bend forward to brush leaves and grass off a stone by her feet. The heat that was previously residing in his heart rushed to his cock in a matter of seconds, her little pink skirt rode up her hips, showcasing her white panties that had little pink bunnies all over them… his breath caught in his throat as he held in a groan. It wasn’t the first time he had caught a glance up her skirt, and he hoped it wouldn’t be the last.

He wished he could say it was the first time he grabbed the camera that was around his neck, raising it to his eye. He quickly snapped a photo of her from behind, turning the lense slightly over her shoulder before she could turn around.

“Did you get a good one?” She turned towards him with a smile on her face.

“Huh?” He looked at her dumbfounded, did she know?

“Of that stone over there? Did you get a good picture of it?”

“Oh! Yeah! I think so, I’m gonna take one more, just to be sure.” He smiled sweetly at her, snapping a ‘second’ photo of the stone she was standing close to.

“Aw shit! My battery just died.” Bunny huffed as her camera beeped in her hands. “Can I use yours real quick? I was trying to get this shot and I’m scared that if I move I’ll lose it.”

“Oh! Yeah, of course.” Jonathan hands her his camera with a smile. His heart rate picks up when she takes it and their hands brush. Not just from her touch, but also from anxiety. He was really hoping she wouldn’t ask to use his camera. Earlier that morning he was sitting in his car before class, going through his photos and when he was scrolling he saw one he took of her a few days prior.

She was walking up the stairs a few steps above him and he had the perfect view of her panties, he just couldn’t help himself. He also couldn’t help himself when he pulled his hard cock from his jeans and started jerking off in his passenger seat with his camera gripped in his hands. When he came it was sudden, and way quicker than he expected so it shot onto the screen and the strap of his camera. It came off the screen easily, but the strap? Not so much. The more he tried to get it off the more it seemed to spread, so he ended up giving up. It had mostly dried since then but it was still a little tacky and he just prayed she wouldn’t notice.

“This is kinda sticky…” His heart immediately stopped beating in his chest as he watched her fingers stick and unstick from the strap. Part of him was terrified of her reaction but part of him was so turned on at the thought of her touching his cum that he wasn’t sure if he cared anymore or not.

“Oh shit, yeah, I’m sorry. I meant to tell you before I handed it to you, I spilled juice on my desk this morning and it got on the strap, I tried to get it off but it just kept spreading around. I’m gonna have to get a new one tomorrow.” He scratched the back of his head, nervously biting his lip.

“Juice?” She raised her eyebrow, her eyes traveling from the strap to his and back down to the strap, her fingers touching it experimentally. “What kind?”

“What kind? Uh - Orange. Yeah, it was orange juice.”

“Orange juice? That’s my favorite…” Her brown eyes twinkle and she holds eye contact with him as she lets her tongue slip from between her plush lips, trailing it along the length of the strap with a moan. She licks her lips and smiles at him. “Mmm… tastes so good.”

Jonathan’s jaw drops, his cock feels like it’s going to explode in his jeans, his mind doesn’t even feel like it’s properly computing what just happened. She just licked his cum, and she liked the taste. Did she know? He genuinely doesn’t even know how to respond, and she either knows that or doesn’t seem to be aware of the effect she just had because she just shrugs and puts the strap over her head. She brings the camera to her face, capturing the shot she had her eye on.

“Okay! I think we should take some in that area over there, and maybe walk down a little further to see if we missed any before we head back?” She smiles at him, blissfully unaware of the fact that if she so much as breathed the right way right now he would cum in his pants.

“Yeah, sounds good!” His voice came out squeaky, and he adjusted himself in his jeans as subtly as possible, withholding a groan at the momentary relief in pressure.

The next hour was both heaven and hell for Jonathan, he loved spending time with Bunny, he truly did. But right now he felt like if he didn’t cum soon he was going to fucking die. If he didn’t know better he would think she was teasing him intentionally. She kept bending over in front of him, doing those cute little excited jumps she would do when she was happy causing her tits to bounce in that little white top. At one point she even said she “could really go for some orange juice now” and that’s when he couldn’t take it anymore. Making an excuse about homework and calling it a night.

“I think we got some good ones, don’t you, Jonny bear?” Bunny skipped alongside him, a bright smile on her face.

“Yeah Bunny, I think we definitely got some good ones…”

Jonathan huffed as he declined the call from an “unknown number” for the third time in the last ten minutes. Ever since he switched phone companies a few months ago he swears the amount of spam calls he's gotten has doubled. His phone rang again, the same unknown contact lighting up the screen. Whoever this was clearly wasn’t gonna give it up.

“Hello?”

“Jonathan Byers?”

“Yeah this is him, who is this? Why do you keep calling me?”

“I think you know why, you little pervert. I’ve been watching you, I know about your little photo collection. I know about your obsession with your precious little Bunny.”

“W-what? I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about… whoever this is, leave me the hell alone.”

He scoffed, hitting the red circular button on his phone screen. This person was clearly fucking with him, and even if they weren’t they had no proof of anything. Fuck that. He let out a deep breath, trying to compose his anxious thoughts. He had just started to calm down when his phone abruptly started ringing again.

“You think you can hang up on me, Jonny boy? Think again. I’m not fucking around here, hang up the phone again and I’ll slit your little rabbits neck and come for you next. I’ll stab her more times than I did your low life daddy. Got it?”

“What the hell do you want? Who is this? If you seriously think I’m going to believe you’re the killer you’re insane. You’re obviously some asshole just trying to freak me out with everything that’s going on.”

“Oh so you wanna act tough? Don’t believe me? Check your texts.” His phone dinged seconds later and he removed it from his ear, clicking on the text notification from the unknown number. He gasped when he saw the contents of the text. It was a photo of him on the stairs, with his camera in his hands. The lens was tilted at Willow walking a few steps above him, directly up her little skirt.

“W-What do you want from me?”

“I don’t particularly want anything from you, I just wanted you to know I’m watching…If you want your little Bunny rabbit in one piece you’ll do what I say, when I say it. Got it? Have a good night, pretty boy… don’t let the bedbugs bite…” The line went dead, leaving Jonathan standing in the middle of his room alone, confused and shaking.

“He really called you? Like you’re sure it was him?” Bunny pouted as she leaned her elbows on the table, her chin resting on her folded hands. The red light of the darkroom reflects off her hair giving it a blood tinted hue.

“I’m pretty sure… He was really believable.” Jonathan gulped as he unrolled the negatives from their project, laying them out on the table.

“What did he say though? Did he threaten you??” Her brows furrowed, and yet again he just wanted to kiss right in between them, kiss all her worries away. Especially if she was worrying about him.

“Uh - yeah, kind of? He kind of made it seem like he’d be back later to force me to do something for him almost? I’m not really sure… but, he called Eddie and did the same to him. I’m pretty freaked out if I’m being honest.” He let out a shaky breath as he loaded the negatives into the enlarger, getting the first one in frame to process.

“That’s so scary… especially with your guys’ dads last year, and now Nancy. It seems like he might be targeting you or something. How are you doing by the way? With Nancy being found and all…”

“Yeah, I’ve kind of been thinking the same… I’m trying not to think too much into it, but it’s hard not to, ya know? Also I’m doing… okay? It’s not like she and I were on good terms in the slightest but I didn’t want her to die or anything, especially like that. I’m a sad obviously… It just mostly feels weird knowing she’s gone, I guess.”

Not as sad as I would be if it were you. He almost said it, he had to physically stop himself. He’d never even held her hand but he would feel like the world was ending if even a hair on her head was misplaced. Nancy had been brutally murdered, he did everything with her except actually fuck her and he didn’t even shed a tear. Granted she cheated on him with Steve, and he literally sent him a photo of her with his dick shoved deep inside her from behind.

“Kind of strange that two of the victims have been girls Steve slept with, don’t you think?” Bunny inquired, her small hand grabs a piece of photography paper from the stack, placing it under the focus finder for him. She leaned over the table to look into the peephole, giving Jonathan a perfect view down her little pink dress that he just couldn’t resist. Her hair fell over her shoulder and into her eyes and he reached out, pushing it back without thinking. He almost apologized, scared he overstepped, but she looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. “Thank you bear.”

“Yeah it’s a little strange, but if we are going by that logic he fucked me and Eddie’s dads too.” He chuckled at the thought, grabbing the sheet of paper with the photo Bunny took the other day and putting it into the liquid filled processing tub.

“Ha! I suppose you’re right about that. I know he won’t cancel his party either, he will totally see this as an opportunity to have everyone ‘chill and let loose’ or some corny shit.” She snorted, throwing her head back with a giggle.

“Yeah, you’re definitely right about that, Bunny.” He smiled, her giggle causing him to let out a chuckle of his own.

“Are you gonna go? To the party I mean.”

“Uh - I’m not sure, I’m still thinking about it. I think Eddie is going, if he does I probably will.” He shrugged, grabbing the next film strip and lining it up without thinking.

“Me and Sammy are going, it would be cool to see you there.” She smiled sweetly at him, her fingers twirling a strand of her hair. Her brown doe eyes were shining in the red light as she stared at him, far too distracted to notice the photo of her bent over in front of him at the cemetery being magnified by the negative carrier right next to her.

“Yeah? Then maybe I’ll go, I’ll let you know for sure. Um I -“ He stopped mid sentence when he turned back to the task at hand, his eyes widening at the sight of the photo in front of him. He quickly pulls the photo away, praying to whatever god is out there that she hadn’t noticed it.

“Oh shit - whoops!” Bunny let out a small gasp when she accidentally knocked over the stack of papers on the table, turning to pick them up off the ground, giving him yet another glimpse of her panties. It also gave him time to shove the film strip in his pocket and out of view.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just turned a little too fast and knocked these down, no biggie.” She picked up the stack, straightening it and putting it back on the table before pulling her dress back into place, giving him one of those smiles that is so sweet he feels like he’s going to get a cavity from it one day.

“Okay, cool, wanna keep going?” He smiled back, his cheeks dusted pink, he couldn’t help it, she was just so cute all the time, no matter what she was doing.

“Yeah, of course!” Her hand found his bicep, giving it a few soft strokes with her silky smooth thumb. It sent shivers through his entire body, there’s no way she didn’t feel the goosebumps raise on his skin.

“Cool, let’s do it, cutie. By the way I really do hope you decide to go, to the party I mean.” She winks at him, raising up on her tiptoes to place a soft lip gloss covered kiss on his cheek before turning back to the negatives, resuming her work like she didn’t just make his insides melt.

Jonathan wandered around the party with his camera around his neck and his hands stuffed in his pockets. His eyes scanned the crowd every few seconds, keeping them peeled for Bunny. He knew she was here, he saw her car outside when he was coming up. He decided to grab a drink and perch himself against a wall in the living room. He people watched as he sipped the strong syrupy drink.

He caught sight of Eddie, sitting side by side with Sammy on the couch and he smiled to himself. From what Eddie had told him things between them seemed to be going well. He heard a giggle he would recognize anywhere coming from his left over the music and he turned his head only to be met with a sight that made his heart shatter.

Bunny was here, that was for sure. She was standing in front of Steve, in front of being an exaggeration, she was literally pressed up against him, trapping him between her and the wall. She had this mischievous look in her eyes that Jonathan had never seen, and the smile on her lips was almost sinister. She looked like she wanted to eat Steve alive and he never felt more jealous in his entire life. That should be him. You should be doing that cute hair twirling thing you do and giggling at his jokes. Not fucking Steve. Jonathan watched as you continued to whisper in his ear, Steve’s bottom lip catching between his teeth at whatever you were saying.

“Listen up everyone!! If we are gonna survive this night with a psycho killer on the loose we are gonna have to understand the rules!” Robin stood clapping her hands to gain everyone’s attention.

“Rules? At a party? Seriously?” Steve scoffed, stepping away from Bunny to walk into the living room. “I think that’s the last thing on everyone’s mind right now, Rob.”

“Yes rules, dingus!! First rule, you can NEVER have sex. Have sex, and you die!” Everyone in the room booed and laughed at that, no sex? At a party? At Steve Harrington’s house? Not likely.

“I think you’re a little late for that…” Steve smirked over his shoulder at Bunny, sending her a wink. Jonathan cringed as he watched her bite her lip, curling a finger towards herself as she walked towards the stairs. He wanted to scream while he watched Steve’s smirk turn into a full blown smile, and when Steve followed her up the stairs? He wanted to bash his head into the wall. Fuck.

Robin continued to rant about her “rules” but he couldn’t hear a word she was saying anymore. All the blood in his body rushed to his ears and everything in the room sounded like it was under water. He brought his drink to his lips, chugging the remainder of it before scanning the room again. Eddie was still sitting on the couch but Sammy was gone, so he made his way to his best friend’s side like a kid who just got his toy stolen at recess.

“Hey man…” Jonathan sighed as he flopped down next to Eddie.

“Hey dude, you okay? I saw uh - you know…”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. It’s cool. I’m sure she will say hi if she feels like it. Wanna smoke?” He tried to sound as nonchalant as he could, but Eddie knew him, he could tell how upset he truly was. But if he didn’t want to talk, he wasn’t going to pry.

“Yeah bro, light one up, why the hell not? It is a party after all, Robin’s rules be damned.”

Steve walked down the hall toward the door he saw Bunny go in, when he entered it was dark, and the door slammed behind him.

“Oh shit! Jesus Christ. Willow?” He searched the room for her but his eyes had yet to adjust so all he could see was darkness.

“Hey Stevie boy.” A voice came from behind him, one that definitely didn’t belong to the small blonde haired girl he was looking for.

“Wha-? Who's there? This isn’t fucking funny.” He whipped around towards the door, only to find it blocked by a black cloaked figure. The mask of the infamous “Ghostface” staring back at him. “Hey man, I don’t want any trouble, seriously. I’m just looking for my girl -“

“Your girl?” The figure rushes him, slamming his back against a near wall. A shiny silver butcher's knife is held to his throat so tightly when he gulps it knicks him a little. “Since when has she ever been your girl? And if you didn’t want any trouble Steve… Why did you do it?”

“Do - do what? What did I do?” His voice comes out as panicked as his hazel eyes look, his hands shaking at his sides.

“You really don’t know? Or are you really so much of a prick that you don’t even understand the concept of right and wrong? Remember how you fucked Jonathan’s girlfriend and sent him a photo of your dick buried inside her? Or what about all the times you’ve called him ‘little dick Byers’?” The voice was harsh and masculine, which confused Steve slightly due to the fact that the person standing in front of him was half his size. Regardless, they had a knife to his throat and he had seen the photos of their victims.

“That’s what this is about? Byers? Seriously? I’m just giving him shit dude! I know that shit with Nancy wasn’t cool but I was just being a dick! I’m fucking sorry okay!”

“Yeah? You’re sorry? That’s so sweet Steve… you know, I was going to kill you, but I think I’ll let you go. I have a better idea… you’re gonna tell Jonathan just how sorry you are, and then you’re never going to fuck with him again. If I find out you do, I won’t kill you, but, I will tell everyone how ‘Big dick king Steve’ is really just a subby little baby with mommy issues who wants girls to play with his ass and spit in his mouth. Got it?” Ghostface chuckles, running the tip of the blade along the boy’s Adam’s apple.

“Yeah! Yeah! I got it! Please just let me go!” Steve has no idea how they know that, there’s only ever been two girls he’s shown that side of himself to, but right now he doesn’t fucking care, he just wants this knife as far away from his throat as possible.

“Oh Steve? if you want my advice? I’d own the whole sub thing, you’re kinda sexy when you beg…” The figure taps his cheek with the blade before backing away from him, leaving the room and locking him inside.

•

“THE KILLER IS FUCKING HERE!! HE FUCKING STABBED ME! HELP!!” A dude came running in the back door, holding his shoulder that was gushing blood. Screams erupted around the room, everyone running towards the door, bodies slamming into each other and drinks spilling as cups were dropped from hands in a frenzy.

“Fuck.” Jonathan was immediately on guard, discarding his own drink and scanning the room for Bunny and Eddie. He pushed through panicked party goers, yelling out both her real and her nickname, but she was nowhere to be seen. He scanned the room for the fluffy curls of his best friend and came up empty. He rushed down the now empty hallway, poking his head into one of the bedrooms only to be pulled inside and slammed against the door.

A hand pressed against his mouth, his head shoved against the hard wood of the door, causing him to wince and close his eyes. His hands reached for the one covering his mouth, when they met silky soft skin his eyes shot open. Bunny. She was standing in front of him in her little pink dress, her small hand still held to his lips, but the look in her eyes is one he had never seen before. He tried to say her name but it came out muffled, he tapped her hand, silently asking her to move it. She complied, taking a small step back.

“Bunny? What’s going on? Are you alright?” His eye’s frantically searched her, landing first on the blood on her left shoulder, a bit of it staining the tips of her white hair. He couldn’t tell if it was hers or not. His brown irises traveled over her face, to his relief there wasn’t a scratch on it. But that’s when he noticed it, in her right hand, a butcher's knife, covered in blood. “Bunny? Why do you have that?”

“Aww, you’re so sweet to me Jonny Bear, I’m alright. Don’t worry. It’s not my blood.” A smirk stretches across her lips and that look he couldn’t identify before now presents itself as almost evil.

“Whose - whose is it then? And you didn’t answer my question Bunny… Why do you have that knife? Why is it covered in blood? What's going on?” Jonathan is frantic, his hands running through his hair as his breath starts to pick up.

“It’s Jason’s.” She shrugs, so nonchalantly, like holding a knife with one of their classmates' blood dripping from it is just an everyday occurrence.

“Jason’s? What happened to Jason?”

“Well… there is no more Jason.” She raises the knife, shaking it back and forth, that smirk on her face widening into a full blown smile. “Me and Sam made sure of that.”

“You and Sa - ? What do you mean Bunny? What did you do to Jason?” Jonathan is in disbelief, this isn’t the Willow he knows, did she seriously hurt Jason? Does that mean? No. She can’t be.

“Jonathan… baby, don’t do that.” She pouts as she closes the distance between them again, pressing her chest against his, the knife still held at her side.

“Don’t play dumb. You know what I did. Well, what we did. We stabbed him in the neck, both sides. If you need me to spell it out for you.” She giggles, that giggle that usually sounds sickly sweet coming off far more sinister now.

“Bunny… I - does that mean you - you killed all of those people? Why? Why would you do that? I don’t understand you’re so-“ his eyes search her face, his sweet Willow, could she really have done this? Everything he knows about her tells him no, but the way she’s looking at him right now, and the knife in her hand? They tell him otherwise.

“Well, I didn’t kill all of them… Just your dad… and Nancy…” She brings a delicate finger up to his jaw, tracing it. “I did it for you, ya know? Because you deserve better than them.”

“For me? What - what do you mean you did it for me?” Jonathan was beyond confused, why would she do that for him?

“Well, I feel like your dead beat dad was a given, I saw how upset you were when he came around here last year, asking you for money and insulting you when you didn't have it. Hurting you. You thought I didn’t notice but I did. You think I don’t notice you but I do…” she presses herself closer to him, her hand cupping his jaw while she runs her thumb over his bottom lip. He gulps, and he knows it shouldn’t but his cock stirs in his pants at the feeling of her boobs pressed against his chest.

“And Nancy… well I never liked her know it all ass anyways, but when I found out what she did to you? My blood boiled. Imagine having a sweet boy like you and hurting him like that? I almost killed Steve too… but I had a more fun idea for him. He’s locked in his room right now.” She giggles, her brown eyes shine and that sickly sweet smile doesn’t budge.

Jonathan is speechless, he still isn’t sure that this isn’t some kind of fucked up dream. His sweet Bunny, Willow, a killer?

“Don’t act like you’re not happy, Bear, I can feel your appreciation.” She ground herself against his hardening cock, the knife in her hand drags up his bare forearm and sends shivers through his entire body. “Plus, you aren’t so innocent, I know all about your little photo collection of me. I love how much you fall for my ditzy girl act, you didn’t ever think I was bending down in front of you in all those tiny skirts on purpose?”

“Were you… really?” He gasps, the knife continuing to travel up his shoulder, his collarbone, until it stops at his throat where she presses it lightly. Not enough to break the skin, just enough for him to feel it.

“Of course I was, oh, and orange juice? Jonny Bear, you really think I wouldn’t know? Pathetic virgin boy cum is my favorite flavor.” She bites her lip, her free hand coming to tug on the strap of his camera that he has yet to replace.

“You knew? I felt so bad, I’m so sorry, I just didn’t know what to say and I -“

“Jonathan!” She holds a finger to his lips, shushing him. “Don’t be sorry, I liked it. I’d like to get a taste of the real thing… if I’m being honest.” She bites her plump lower lip, her eyes traveling his face. He looked confused, but scared? No. When her eyes met his there was lust there.

“You do?” He bites his lip, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he looks at her. The smile on her face is still there, but the look in her eyes is now filled with hunger and it makes his heart rate pick up in a different way.

“Yeah, can I taste you?” She leans up on her tiptoes, her lips graze his ear and it sends shivers through his body.

“Please.” He whimpers and it’s like music to her ears.

She tosses the knife across the room and it hits the wooden floor with a clank. She takes the camera from around his neck, bringing the strap to her lips and darting her tongue across it with a moan. Putting the camera around her own neck.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.” She drops to her knees and smiles up at him and her voice is like honey, and if he didn’t know any better he would believe she was the sweet girl he thought she always was until ten minutes ago.

She undoes his belt, undoing his button and zipper with haste. She pulls his pants down to his ankles in one swift motion and his cock springs free, hitting his stomach. It’s long and thick, honestly bigger than she expected and she moans at the sight. She takes it in her hand, her thumb circling the head, spreading around the precum that gathered there.

“Oh shit bunny.” Jonathan whimpers and sends shockwaves to Bunny’s core.

“Mmm.. I knew you’d sound so sweet whimpering for me, Jonny Bear.” She leans forward to kitten lick his head and moans at the taste of him. “And you taste so good.”

She smirks at him, batting her mascara covered lashes as she takes his head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Jonathan moans, his hands coming up to clutch the wall behind him, his head thrown back.

“Oh god.” His voice sounds fucked out, his cheeks flushed, and he’s trying really fucking hard not to cum already. The way Bunny’s plump lips look so perfect wrapped around his cock just like he thought they would, her big doe eyes staring up at him as she moans around him. She takes the rest of him down her throat and he jerks forward, causing her to gag. “Oh sh - shit, I’m sorry bunny, fuck.”

“Mmm that’s okay baby, I liked it.” She takes him in her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down on his shaft. Her small hand comes up to play with his balls and his eyes roll back, a loud moan ripping from his chest.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I’m gonna - I’m gon-“ Jonathan is seconds away from cumming when she pulls off of him with a pop.

“Don’t you dare cum yet, don’t you want to cum inside of me?” Bunny stands, that smirk on her face ever present. “You look so cute like this… I think I should take a picture. It’s only fair that I have one of you since you have so many of me, don’t you think, Bear?”

“Uh - yeah, yeah, I think that’s… fair.” Jonathan blushed profusely, the thought of her taking a photo of him with his pants around his ankles and his hard leaky cock exposed feels humiliating. But god he would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on even more.

“Good boy.” Her voice is sickly sweet and those words leaving her mouth make Jonathan moan. She takes a step back, holding the camera to her face. She clicks the button not once, but twice. She pulls the camera over her head, setting it on a dresser in the room before her dress follows. His jaw drops and a whine leaves his lips at the sight of her bare before him. No bra or panties to be found under that little pink dress. “Take your clothes off and get on the bed for me.”

She doesn’t have to ask him twice. He quickly removes all his clothing as she watches with lust filled eyes. He lays down on the guest bed, his cock still hard and at attention. His brown eyes are wide with wonder as Bunny walks over to the bed to straddle him. She grabs his face in her hand, squeezing his cheeks together with her thumb and index finger roughly. But when she leans down to kiss him for the first time her lips are gentle, and so so soft and her lip gloss tastes like bubblegum. Jonathan moans into the kiss, his hands instinctively grabbing onto her hips.

“I wanna taste you too, Bunny.” He whimpers against her lips. “Will you sit on my face? Please Bunny?”

“Mmm… next time, baby. I’ll give you a little taste though, since you’ve been such a good boy for me.”

She uses her hands to push herself up against his chest, and god does she look beautiful sitting above him. Jonathan watches as she brings two fingers to her core, sliding them inside her. She fucks them into herself a few times and he can hear how wet she is. She pulls her fingers from herself and brings them to his lips.

“Suck.” Jonathan eagerly takes her fingers into his mouth, moaning at the sweet taste of her finally on his tongue. Bunny settled herself on his lap, her slick pussy lips sat directly on his cock. She grinds down, easily gliding along his length with how wet she is. “I can’t wait anymore to have this pretty cock stretching me out.”

She pulls her fingers from his mouth and brings them to his cock, rubbing her spit along the head. She takes his shaft in her hand, rising up on her knees and sliding his tip through her slick folds. She pushes his head inside, grinding up and down a few times before slamming the rest of the day down onto his cock in one thrust.

“FUCK! BUNNY!l Jonathan moans, his eyes crossed, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass.

“Mmm Jonny bear, you feel so fucking good, filling me up just right, you’re so good for me. My good boy.” Bunny starts to bounce up and down on his cock, her hands planted on his chest and her manicured nails pierce his flesh in the best way.

“You feel - so good Bunny. So good. So warm. Oh god.”

He’s a whimpering mess, the girl of his dreams is riding him like her life depends on it, her pussy sucking him in like it was fucking made for him. Her tits bounce in his face and he wants to grab them so badly, it’s like she can sense his hesitation because she grabs his hands and brings them to her chest, squeezing. He greedily takes the invitation, his hands grouping onto the plush flesh.

“Did you jerk off to those pictures of me, bear? Is that why there was cum on your camera strap? Just couldn’t resist, could you?” She mock pouts at him, her thrusts never faltering.

“Y- yes. Yes, I saw this photo I forgot I took and - fuckingshitohmygod - and I just couldn’t help myself. It was in my car, in the parking lot at school too.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot baby, I love how much you want me. It drives me crazy.” She laces her fingers into his hair and pulls, It earns her one of those pathetic little whimpers she wants to record and listen to on repeat. She leans forward, attaching her lips to his neck. She sucks hard, making sure to leave her mark. “And you’re all mine, huh? My good boy? You don’t even care that I killed those people, do you? Just wanna be my little slut and let me use you?”

“Fucking, shit, yeah Bunny. I - Jesus Christ - I’d do anything for you.” His hands grip onto her ass but other than that he’s like puddy underneath her and you can tell he’s getting close.

She sits up again, her thrusts becoming harder and faster than ever. She brings her hand between her legs, rubbing fast circles on her clit.

“You gonna cum for me, pretty boy?” She brings her other thumb to his lip, running the digit across it. “Gonna fill me up?”

“I - FUCK!” Jonathan stiffens beneath her, his fingernails digging so deep into the skin of her ass that she feels the skin break. Seconds later he’s spilling inside her, the feeling sending her over the edge as well. She grinds through her high on his over sensitive cock, breathy little gasps leaving her lips while he whimpers overstimulated and at her mercy.

“Holy shit.” Bunny chuckles, rolling off of him and into his side with a groan. She snuggles up into his chest and he happily takes her into his arms. “That was amazing. You were so good for me Bear, my good boy, you’re always gonna be my good boy. From now on… I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

And she meant it. She would protect him at all costs. Even if it meant she had to go a little mad sometimes.

#Jonathan Byers #jonathan byers au #Jonathan Byers fanfiction #Jonathan Byers smut #Jonathan Byers x fem!OC #Jonathan Byers x OC #Jonathan Byers x reader

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daughter-of-melpomene · 3 months

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you mentioned two more opla ocs on the discord, now im putting u on the spot! i wanna hear about em!! or whatever details/ideas you have currently ✨🩵 — @xoteajays

Ahhh, thank you so much for asking about my newest pirate show babies, TJ!! I definitely don’t mind being put on the spot if it’s for them <3. And I’m also gonna tag the One Piece gang @auxiliarydetective, @oneirataxia-girl, @starcrossedjedis, @supermarine-silvally, and @endless-oc-creations!!

Now, first we have Morvant Bellatrix! She’s a former assassin, basically born and raised to kill (she was orphaned as a baby and the people who took her in were Not Great), and while she was doing this work she was one of the most feared people in the East Blue. This was mostly because of her incredible fighting skills and talent with almost every weapon you could think of, but it was also because she’d eaten a Devil Fruit as a child (the exact name of which is still pending) that granted her the ability to inflict pain on someone just by singing a specific song. Think a very twisted version of Rapunzel’s healing song from Tangled, that’s basically what she can do. Eventually, though, she got tired of killing all the time and decided to do the only thing she could think of to get out of it: she went back and killed the couple who had raised her (turns out they’d trained her a little too well) and eventually went on to become the captain of the Fatale Pirates, an all-female crew of fearsome pirates who sail on the ship Belladonna.

Bellatrix first meets the Straw Hats at Baratie, where her crew just happens to stop for some food at the same time they do, and takes an instant liking to all of them (even if she does persist in calling Zoro Green Bean after he sasses her). She makes a silent promise to protect them, and after their whole fight with Arlong and the other fishmen when Luffy finally gets a bounty placed on him, she does her best to use her terrifying reputation (which even if she isn’t an assassin anymore she still has due to her Devil Fruit power and penchant for ruthlessness in battles with other pirates) to keep bounty hunters and other, crueler pirates off the Straw Hats’ tails. It doesn’t always work, because you can’t ever fully control pirates, but she does her best because damn it, those are her children (that she’s adopted only in her head after exactly five minutes of knowing them).

She’s also a Mihawk ship! The two of them have known each other since Bellatrix’s assassin days, and Mihawk has even been asked by Garp to “neutralize” Bellatrix a time or two (which he’s never done and would never even try to do, because he both respects her too much and is just a tiny bit afraid of her). The two of them have never really officially gotten together or even put a label on their relationship, but they’ve spent a lot of nights together and you don’t have to know very much about either Mihawk or Bellatrix to know that they both have a weakness for the other. (Although if anyone ever tries to hurt Bellatrix in an attempt to get to Mihawk, they will find out just how dangerous she can be on her own.)

And then we have Yami Corvo, my Shanks ship! Like Bellatrix, they also have assassin experience, but they’re currently participating in the art of killing, and one of the most feared killers in all four Blues. They’re also a Devil Fruit eater, and their power includes being able to manipulate their own blood and be able to solidify it into weapons (I’m pretty sure you mentioned you’ve seen Gen V, TJ, so just basically imagine Marie’s powers). Unlike Bellatrix, they were raised as an assassin or fed their Devil Fruit, they ate theirs by accident, but the powers it gave them made them such an outcast and lead even their own parents to believe they were a monster, so eventually they just decided that they might as well give in to what they saw as their “true nature” at that point, running away from their small village and seeking out various other assassins to teach them how to kill, and honing their powers so that it would be even easier for them.

And unlike a lot of other assassins, who might refuse to kill older people or poor people, Corvo has no such moral code; if you can pay the price they charge, they’ll go after anyone you want them too. Killing isn’t even really something they enjoy, but again, they see it as just being what they’re supposed to be, what those around them when they were a child always told them they were: a rabid dog, a monster to be unleashed. At some point, they just stop caring, growing completely numb and almost wishing that one of their targets would fight back and kill them so they could stop… which is probably why they accept money from an angry former pirate captain whose ship was destroyed by Mihawk to kill the dangerous War Lord.

They completely fail, of course, because there’s almost no one who can beat Mihawk in a fight no matter what kind of cool powers you have - but Mihawk, seeing an opportunity to have someone incredibly dangerous and powerful on his side, spares Corvo’s life and offers to bring them along with him on his travels. Originally Corvo is furious that Mihawk didn’t just kill them, but despite how awfully they think of themself they’re still absolutely desperate for companionship and anything at all like a friend, so they accept his offer and the two of them set off together, carrying out Mihawk’s little escapades and occasionally doing the bidding of the Marines - which is how Corvo finally meets Shanks, when Mihawk shows up to show him Luffy’s new wanted poster.

Honestly, they and Shanks are such an amazing and sweet couple; Shanks becomes interested in Corvo roughly five seconds after meeting them, and after realizing how terrible their self-esteem is and how much of a monster they think they are makes it his mission to get to know them and help them see that they really aren’t as bad as they believe themself to be. It takes them a good while to actually get together, because Corvo has to find who they actually are outside of killing and their Devil Fruit power and realize that they aren’t going to wind up killing anyone they dare to care about (and because Mihawk has actually become kind of a protective bestie over them and gives Shank several very intense shovel talks), but they’re amazing once they actually do get together and Luffy pretty much immediately sees Corvo as a stepparent when he and Shanks finally see each other again.

Anyways, thanks again for asking about my new babies!! Hope you’re doing well, love. <3 <3

#asks about my ocs #oc: morvant bellatrix #oc: yami corvo

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kazaanaxtaijiya · 5 months

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Inuyasha AU Concept

I've had this concept in my head for a while/ever since I finished the game and watched the show sooo I figured I'd throw it out there as an idea or inspiration if anyone is interested — Cyberpunk 2077 AU with the Inuyasha gang 🌃 Hear me out...

The gang are a bunch of mercenaries that work for various clients through a network of fixers to do any kind of job that calls for their specific set of skills, each of them with their own agenda.

Inuyasha is the Leader, of course.

He grew up as a Nomad and worked towards becoming a professional boxer. When the love of his life, Kikyo, is killed, he's framed for her murder and forced into hiding, desperately trying to hunt down her killer.

He eventually finds love again after meeting a med tech, Kagome, who becomes the first recruit of his newly formed merc crew.

His cyberware includes the Sandevistan for super speed and Gorilla arms, allowing him an advantage in hand-to-hand combat. A sword would be great in order to stay true to his character, BUT imo a machine gun seems like it would be a better weapon of choice for him in this universe.

Kagome is the Med Tech of the group, often assisting with the crew's injuries and cyberware issues after a job is complete.

She meets Inuyasha after finding him brutally beaten and treats his wounds, off the record. She later realizes he is the man accused of killing her cousin, Kikyo, and attempts to call the police, only for him to escape.

The next day, Kagome finds herself in danger, a local gang cornering her into a dark alley. To her surprise, Inuyasha shows up and saves her, unable to forget her after she saved him. She has been loyal to him every since, working with him and her Grandmother (see bonus content) to find out who really killed Kikyo. She eventually falls in love with him.

Her cyberware includes the Monowire for long-range attacks (closest thing I could think of compared to her bow & arrow that's part of the Cyberpunk universe). Maybe a cross-bow?

Miroku is the Netrunner of the group, able to hack into any high-tech computer system due to his intelligence and vast amount of knowledge.

As a Street Kid, he grew up to be a con man, running various schemes to support himself. During a particular con, he ends up crossing paths with Inuyasha. They butt heads at first as they both go after the same prize, with Miroku successfully outwitting him during their first of many encounters. But the more they run into each other, the more they grow to understand each other, and he joins Inuyasha's crew.

Due to a mishap while netrunning prior to the crew, Miroku has become more susceptible to Cyberpsychosis due to a virus that is slowly killing him. Despite his best efforts, he is unable to remove the virus or reverse its effects. He has accepted his fate and just tries to make the best of it. However, he soon finds a reason to keep living when he meets the love of his life, Sango.

His cyberware includes the Sandevistan (gives him the speed to keep up with Inuyasha), and he has the Projectile Launch System installed on his right arm, which launches an explosive projectile from the palm of his hand (a nod to the wind tunnel of course).

Sango is the Soldier of the group, being highly trained in combat and probably the most lethal of the team.

She grew up in the Corpo life as a soldier-turned-bodyguard for some of the most dangerous government officials. However, after her family is threatened by the exact people she was sworn to protect, she leaves the life and becomes a solo mercenary in order to find her only living family left – Kohaku.

She is initially hired to kill Inuyasha and his crew, but after realizing they have a common enemy, she decides to join them– eventually falling for her womanizing comrade, Miroku, whom she becomes determined to find a cure for due to his impending death.

Her cyberware includes Mantis blades (a callback to the hidden blades she has), but she mostly relies on her trusty Katana passed down by her father.

Shippo is more of an honorary(?) member of the crew rather than a truly active member – don't panic!

Upon becoming an orphan, he relies on his wit, tricks, and pickpocket-ing skills to survive Night City. On one of his outings, he attempts to pickpocket Inuyasha, who quickly discovers him and threatens to hurt him.

Luckily, Kagome takes sympathy on the little boy and convinces Inuyasha that they should take him in. Despite their disagreements, him and Inuyasha eventually form a brother-like bond – the rest of the crew becoming family as well.

And although he usually doesn't join in on their hired jobs, his pickpocket skills do tend to come in handy sometimes.

BONUS CONTENT:

Kaede is a Fixer who sets up the various contracts that Inuyasha's crew handles (pretty much Wakako Okada from Cyberpunk). Being Kikyo and Kagome's grandmother while also believing Inuyasha is innocent, she heads the search for Kikyo's killer and helps the crew find answers where she can.

Koga is the Leader of the infamous gang Wolf (Tyger) Claws, known for their ruthless and territorial nature. Despite his hatred towards Inuyasha, Koga has a sweet spot for Kagome and often proves to be a resourceful and well-connected ally... when he wants to be.

Kohaku falls victim to Cyberpsychosis and is being controlled by a corrupt corporation. Sango strives to save her little brother and bring down the corporation responsible.

Hachi is Miroku's longtime friend and former con artist partner who will sometimes assist with jobs as the getaway driver when needed.

Naraku is (you guessed it) the CEO of the corrupt corporation that is controlling Kohaku, the man who is responsible for Miroku's virus that's killing him, and the man who murdered Kikyo in a fit of jealousy and rage when she did not love him back.

Parallel to Episode 132: During a job, Sango's cyberware is hacked into, causing her to start attacking her friends. Luckily, due to his Netrunning skills, Miroku is able to save her just as she's about to kill him.

#sango #miroku #inuyasha #mirsan #kagome #kagome higurashi #inukag #shippo #kaede #koga #naraku #hachi #cyberpunk 2077 #inuyasha concept #inuyasha crossover

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ameera-bartholemew · 1 year

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Got a request continuing the cop romance with Sam :) Can I please request a scenario where Sam's S/O is trying to catch a serial killer, she gets attacked by said killer while out investigating, and has to take time off of work to recover, relying on Sam for support during that time?

yes!!! been awhile since i’ve written a fanfic but i am ready!!

sam fans EAT UR HEARTS OUT

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The white ceiling and the darkness greeted me as I tiredly woke up from my nap. It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the familiar surroundings of my room, but I eventually gained consciousness. Slowly sitting up, I was comforted by the softness of my blankets, but there was still a stinging pain in my side.

There wrapped around my torso was a bandage, with a soft hue of pink stained from my blood. The mere sight made me fully wake up to try and remember how exactly I ended up with this. How did this happen? Then I remembered.

That serial killer.

Loud footsteps echoed through the tunnel, allowing me to follow them closely, but I had to be quiet in case they could catch me. It was dark, but squinting my eyes allowed me to pinpoint my moving target. I didn’t plan to cuff him myself, as Sam would do that when I was ready.

As I followed this mysterious figure to the outside of tunnel, I realized that I couldn’t see them anymore. It’s like they disappeared. I pulled out my gun, my only weapon, and tightly held it against my hand if needed. If only I had more.

I was suddenly pushed back onto the ground into the dark tunnel, the balance in my stance destroyed. The force was so strong I dropped my gun, and I had no chance of finding it in a short amount of time. My mind told me to call Sam’s name, but I wanted to be absolutely sure it was who I was looking for. Those same footsteps then got louder as they walked towards me.

“Who are you?!” I furiously yelled, afraid of what would happen.

“I think you already know,” the figure said, chuckling menacingly.

“Don’t you dare think about hurting me! The cops will be here in no time!” I lied. Only Sam knew my exact location, but didn’t join me because I wanted to do this on my own.

“Oh really now? Well, I can’t let that happen. I guess this is goodbye~” they said again, a sharp noise stinging my ears. The sound alone made me jump on my feet and place my hands in front of me. However that was not enough.

In a short second, the figure was right in front of me wielding a dagger, and slashed the side of my stomach. The gushing pain made me think of one solution.

“AOMARIS!!”

I groaned tiredly, slowly remembering the events of yesterday. Though, I couldn’t remember what happened after I called Sam’s name. It was all a blur.

I jolted at the sudden noise of the door opening, my body trying not to be caught off guard. Thankfully it was only Sam, standing there worried with a bowl in his hands.

“Are you okay Y/N? Did something happen?” he asked, scanning the room for any intruder.

“Yeah I’m okay, just a little startled is all,” I replied, trying to soothe his alertness.

“Sorry, heh. I guess I’ve just been on edge ever since what happened yesterday.”

“Don’t worry, I’m okay. Just in a little pain.”

“Has it gotten better at all?” Sam questioned, walking towards me and placing the bowl down.

He carefully pulled the blanket to where he could see the wound. Instinctively, his hand hovered over the bandage, and I could feel his powers slowly healing my injury. I let out a sigh of relief, feeling the pain lessen as he used his magic. Sam pulled away, seeming to be a little more relaxed knowing that he able to help.

“Better?”

“Yeah, all thanks to you.” I said, smiling weakly. This however triggered something inside him.

“If it weren’t for me not coming with you, you wouldn’t be in this mess. I should’ve just came with you. I should’ve just killed that son of a bitch. I should’ve-“

“Hey. Stop. You did all that you could, okay? It’s not your fault. I should’ve just let you come with me,” I said while pressing my fingers to his lips. Sam grabbed my hand and stared at it, rubbing circles into my palm.

“I know it’s just— I swore to never let you get hurt but here we are. I’m sorry for being so upset, I—you just mean so much to me, and it hurts to see you in pain. I wish I could just heal you all at once, but it takes so fucking long. And it’s not your fault either. If it weren’t for some stupid rampaging monster we wouldn’t be here.”

“Well, at least they’re in jail now, right?”

“Yeah, rotting.”

“That’s good. At least now we don’t have some creep breathing down our backs. So, what did you bring me?” I asked, pointing to the blue bowl Sam brought in.

“Oh shit I completely forgot! It’s chicken noodle soup, from the can. I tried making it myself but it didn’t go as planned.” Sam bashfully said, his cheeks turning pink.

“Aww what a sweet gesture. Thank you Sam,” I cooed, my hands reaching for the bowl. He quickly pulled it away though, a smirk on his face.

“Not so fast, Doofus. You’re still recovering, so I’m going to feed you instead.”

Opening my mouth to protest, Sam used this as a chance to shove a spoonful of soup into my mouth. My sudden shock dissolved into a feeling of pleasure. The taste of the soup brought me back to simpler times, the memories of childhood. This would be the everyday meal for when I was sick. And damn did it taste good.

I began to relax my head on the bedpost as Sam kneeled and spoon-fed me until there was no more.

“Wow, that was so good.”

“Yeah? Did it taste even better since I fed it to you?” Sam asked, a playful smirk on his face.

“Haha, yes! Even better!!”

“Hm. Good.”

Sam began to get up and peeled the blankets off of me. I looked at him in confusion, but his face hinted that he wanted me to trust him. He picked me up bridal style and sat on the bed himself, keeping my body on his lap. He then pulled the blankets on top of us, creating an aura of warmth.

“So, wanna watch a movie? I heard a new one just came out.” Sam asked.

“For real? Of course I do!”

Sam seemed happy at my excitement and grabbed the remote to our tv and turned it on, looking for the right one. Once the intro began to play, he pulled me closer to him, gently cradling my head. I felt myself slowly dozing off listening to the synchronized beats of our hearts.

“I care about you so much, you know that Doofus?”

“I know, Sam. And I do too.”

“I’m always gonna be here for you. Here to protect you and here to care for you. Not any person or force could stop me from being with you.”

“Sam…” I whispered, too touched to say anything else. Our bodies spoke for us as our lips closed in a loving kiss.

“I love you, Sam.”

“And I love you Doofus. Now be quiet, the movie’s starting.”

And then I knew that although I needed time to heal, Sam was going to be right there next to me, staying by my side.

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the end!!

i hope it wasn’t too short D:

#seduce me the otome #seduce me otome #incubi #sam incubus #seduce me sam

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ursbearhug · 1 year

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Sometimes I get emails, that I cannot stop, from a game that I cannot log on to, because support has me so far deep in their ass they cannot even be bothered to help me out getting my account back. And viewing these emails sometimes really make me think; do game developers even play their own games?

This is another case of "if you have never tried broccoli you can't really say you don't like it, since you've never tasted it". Or the "I know nothing about quantum physics and neither do you about [word], so don't try to interfere".

I know that game balancing can be tricky thing. There will always, always, always be a character, weapon, strategy or perk that will be better than other. If everything is perfectly balanced, there is no reason for the variety because all of them would do the same thing and fulfil the same niche or fantasy. Some games suffer from this more than others.

I'm no BTD6 pro by any means but even playing leisurely you can notice "oh, bloon solver and the biggest one cover the exact same niche". And then you look further and you realise "well, they cover the same niche but bloon solver is more practical choice because it's cheaper, has access to more buffs and is simplier to use given it requires no microing". The same can apply to some other monkeys or towers too. Like, there is absolutely no reason to use Glue Storm othen than trying to take down the boss because other Glue Gunner paths do the work better. Need stalling? Ice monkey is cheaper and more efficient than trying to get new beast handler going. Fastest moab killer? You won't do it any faster at cheap price than moab mauler.

I personally think that Ninja Kiwi is doing good work keeping the game balanced for the most part. Strong things get nerfed, underperforming towers get buffed. Some games, like Leauge for instance, have troubles because keeping 160ish champions in perfectly balanced state is a challenge. But even then, when Riot introduces new concepts, they sometimes do it the very wonky way;

If you want to introduce an assassin character and also keep the game clean you have to make concessions: it's an assassin so you want it to be quick or stealthy and be able to quickly kill it's target. If your character is meant to burst down opponent, it can never be tanky and tenacious because then instead of going for pick ups 1v1, it will go rampant 1v4 and most likely win. Even burst damage needs to have a window of opportunity to react, otherwise game leaves no counteraction to be taken and uninteractive games are not being fun. Yeah, the assassin player will have fun 1shoting hoes left and right, but players tired of getting one shot will eventually leave the game out of frustration. It's like in real life fauna; too much predators leaves no pray and they both go extinct. Giving an assassin hard CC is okay because it can fit into its character or narrative background. But assassins being able to hard crowd control 5 enemies are just being objectively too powerful. That's why some characters can never find their niche and suffer from it, like Diana; she wants to be tanky magic bruiser but also assassinate her enemies. She can do either or, otherwise neither fantasies will be fulfilled and it's just impossible to balance properly.

But then you have shit like "hey, we have an event! 3x exp!" and I'm like... Okay? And? I cannot stress this enough but if getting one level requires you to get, and I'm not fucking with you here, 13 trilion experience (which by itself is just fucking nonsense, because I barely understand numbers in thousands, let alone anything that has 14 digits)(I love when bitches try to excuse the steepenes it gets on higher levels as if it's acceptable for the reward they're not getting and being like "uwu I got 600milion exp last dungeon, so kawaii" and the percentage rise was like 3%) getting 3 times multipliers on 1 milion (or 9milion, doesn't really matter. No amount of "greatest fastest resonance farming strategy" will change the number factor and anybody thinking otherwise is just deluding themselves) is legitmently fucking nothing. It will not make getting experience any fucking easier and it's there so the whales, who already don't do anything other than grinding, can feel slightly less horrible about their life choices.

This is something D3 is also suffering from and a lot of players are already doomsdaying the future of D4. In D3, at some point in paragon grinding, you're dealing damage in numbers a human mind cannot fucking comprehend. And getting to higher paragons is just as nonsensical because the amount of experience you need, amount you get and amount of time you need to pour into it is not consequential or sensible at all. I'm not the one to talk about grinding it, given that I can sit down and get like 10 levels in a reasonable time; getting from 1050 to 1060 take less time than getting from 5000 to 5001.

So it's like... Play your games first, I guess?

#percy does things #will delete later #percy does gaming

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independentzaun · 1 year

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Am I going to do anything with this? No

However because Cassandra Cain from DC has lived in my head rent free for a few years now...

A backstory for Cassandra Cain set in Zaun under the cut. Content warnings for mention of child abuse, neglect, murder, violence, depersonalization, objectification. (There is no SA here as a note).

Cassandra Cain born of a Piltovian father and an Ionian mother both of whom were among the greatest close combat fighters and assassins of the world was brought about because her father wanted to create the best assassin in the world and to wield her as a weapon. His idea was authorized due to people in Piltover wanting Vander (yes that Vander, in Zaun) to be killed but were willing to wait years in order to accomplish it in what would commonly be seen as a rather humiliating way. This was put into motion before Vander adopted Vi, and Powder and in fact Cassandra is around the same age as Jinx.

I'm not going to get into her childhood details here (if you know about Cassandra Cain you know what it was like. If you don't know but you want more details come yell at me), but she was literally raised to be the perfect killer and weapon. She was not raised as a person. She was raised as a living close quarters weapon in order to be an assassin. However things changed after Silco took down Vander. After that her father decided to start testing Shimmer on Cassandra when it became "publicly" available.

For the next 6-8 years Cassandra continued being raised, trained, treated, and used as a weapon as steadily more and more shimmer was shoved into her. These days her eyes basically look like...well..

They do not ever go back to normal, and she has a habit of hiding them under a mask or hood.

Unlike in DC she has killed more than once. Her father was very careful not to force her hand too young, and when he did have her start killing it was against barely human shimmer enhanced fighters that didn't register quite the same way as normal humans. The problem was when he gave her an assignment, and sent her to kill a completely normal human family. She killed all of them except for their child, and than fully realizing just what she'd done and had been doing Cassandra simply didn't go back to her father.

She is now homeless, and alone in the depths of Zaun which presents her with an interesting difficult. She will never kill again, but she is also in essence the best fighter in Zaun however she's not good at anything not related to fighting and infiltration. Parkour, climbing, fighting, lock picking, etc.etc she can do. However she can barely read, is bad at talking, and has issues understanding people unless she is looking at them to read their body language. She is however quite good at telling when someone is directly lying to her. It's not hard to manipulate her though if you gain her trust, and know how to phrase things correctly. You don't have to lie in order to not tell the exact truth, or to say things in a way that are beneficial to yourself while leaving certain details out. She also has a lot of potential as a potential team leader, and could grow a lot should the right person decide to help her for whatever reason.

She also loves seeing people dance, and dance in general. So if you ever want to find her honestly just wait for a special dance performance to be held, and than look up and into the shadows.

She'll probably be there lurking.

#randommunisrandom #me missing one of my old muses that I still to this day adore? AHhhhahahaha of of course not >.>

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meanwhileinstasiville · 1 year

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So I had symptoms of heart failure, a couple of years ago, according my end-stage, COPD burdened mother.

My heart had been broken a measly eleven years at that time, coming up on fourteen at the time of this writing. She was, of course, heavily medicated at the time, and trying to find the *exact* combination of gum flavor, breath mint, and a source of block ice, that reprised the “euphoria” she had felt back in the 1980s. When she was being slipped cocaine to “perk her up” via her uncovered soda glasses. She didn’t pay it much mind because nobody ever cared how I felt or what I thought. Living in the “no true scotsman” fallacy as it were.

Same as he had been slipping my mom cocaine, my dad had suggested a way to go about “blowing off steam” if it happened to suit me. You can kill things that people eat, but only with tags, and only in season. You can kill things that nobody seems to even notice are there; like starlings. What’s a few hundred from thousands here or there? Some people shoot rats at the dump; everyone knows they’re around, some people know there are ten for every one you can see (shoot?), and people see them as often as ever with or without using the place as a shooting range. Same with ground squirrels; people notice squirrels *sometimes* but they certainly don’t count them. Especially not the holes in the ground where they live and breed.

(My dad was a funny guy, an Axis-II all the way as the modern DSM would call it, and a serial killer type, which I have mentioned before)

Some people don’t ask questions about these things. As this is my multi-generational hometown, I’m prone to taking the sort of long walks that follow all the important grids. The roads new and old, the water grid, the sewer system, city electrical, etc.

I’ve been followed the length of streets by cars and trucks driving the wrong way in the next town over in previous years, because a drug kingpin happens to call that place home. Cartel presence has to subsume generic street thuggery because it has to be “worthy” we’ll say of one of the wealthier families in the state (and possibly the most powerful these days).

Walking that much, you start to notice where the cars you pass “live”. Who owns a red honda, or a blue ford, or drives any number of service vehicles. So when you meet them in “out of the way” places, as maybe parked in front of a sex shop, you can say with certainty that something is up.

When they’re bilking money out of the IRS writing off the mileage. Services like the Fed Ex industry of said company, UPS, DHL, and even the postal service itself. They didn’t “skip” a mailbox, they’re rerunning a serviced street; each truck has a designation in the form of a number. Cars have license plates. The corporate “double irish” we’re not, among the majority of Oregonians, but *we are* the wild west. Mileage is a write-off. For service vehicles themselves a write-off. All it takes is an LLC. You start to notice, as I said, when vehicles aren’t where they’re supposed to be.

No less than five different vehicles parked outside a cottage-size house that can’t be more than 700sq feet. In total. Sometimes you notice these things.

You notice that Toyota Land Cruiser FJs, are as often parked on private drives (or tucked away in garages) as they are “khaki” colored. You notice “who had one first” and when that became the template for people like that person. We didn’t have a deluge of honda fit’s driving around until women in the sex trade decided that they were “sporty”. Silver is a “big thing” because Oregon is the “Other Florida” being the marijuana capital of the world to match the cocaine godmother’s Florida. Second place is about as good as anyone gets because people had long paid off their houses with crops protected by tripwires and machineguns.

(Oregon hasn’t had timber dollars since the 1970s)

They have their weapons, they have their “Alive” style neighborhoods of fire forged friendships from the drug trade. Some of them with more combat training that the average opportunistic weekend drug dealer, form up into “units” of BMXers; body armor and all. Same as a world war gave way to biker gang “patrols”.

As I said, you notice these things. Cost of fuel *alone* (how much was it for months where *YOU* live?) add up to the down payment on a house, month to month. For all those “out of the way” sorties on write-off mileage. And I’m guessing the IRS just of goes with it, because you’re driving your HVAC truck to the same house (remember writing off the mileage? On the daily?) or thereabouts, several times in the same tax period, and obviously it’s work-related for a job that you know how to do. And have the tools for.

Anyway, a sort of long story short, there’s a giant automotive wholesaler based here, that only cares that payments are made, not by what means. They don’t even bother to look, because that would be bad business practice to snoop where they’d be making a sale. Green industry, you might call it, where money grew on trees called cannabis, that shored up the whole ailing state. And so it went up until the 00s.

America asks how Donald Trump is even a billionaire when they have the receipts. Ask again how Oregon afforded the dotcom boom. Where your car came from, and your house, and your daily drive through the coffee kiosks so numerous that they come in two or three different brands. You start to notice these things.

A contender for “most coveted grocery store” in town, build a giant staircase to an upstairs office that they didn’t really need. At great expense and questionable permit legality, perfectly connoting Schindler’s factory office (you know, where they were taking pot shots at the workers out the windows?). And yeah, the “owner”, is blond haired and with blue eyes. Some quotes because it’s really the owner’s husband; what remains of a once powerful mob family from Arizona who created a sort of precursor to Walmart in the southwest. You know, to give back. That was a long time ago.

As I said, blond and blue eyed. And *only after* a norwegian began working there and struck up a sort of relationship with the manager’s son. Spending didn’t stop there. Seeing a need for a separate building, and after building the first wasn’t really a “true office”, they bought (paying WAY TOO MUCH, and out the nose) a former maxillofacial surgeon’s office. Sort of “fly by night” contractors (if you could even call them that) worked way over budget on time and billable hours. Some millions went into the thing when all was said and done. Somehow based on the name of the surgeon, and also because a “real German” had made the suggestion (if you know what I mean), and NOT the owner’s longtime friend who was managing the place through the 1980s. Something about Germans and purse strings loosened for the “right kind of people”.

They say “if you marry for money, expect to work for it” and I think that’s true, even of an ailing mob family from the turn of the last century.

There’s a lead up, to go with the sort of “nazism in the room” from a couple decades ago. First it was the courtesy clerk with a religious Puerto Rican name, who role modelled how to “get into shape” for that crew. Then there was Cristian, whose whole family had relocated from Silicon Valley, separated from a Hewlett-Packard-in-the-family pedigree. To role model the “fruits” of a religious system from a place the crew of that business would never go (did I mention the most powerful family around is *also* blond and blue eyed?). He was quickly given keys to “Schindler’s” office, on a name basis alone.

Repeat after me, there’s no such thing as intrinsic morality.

A blond haired and blue eyed bad suggestion is not better than an infinite amount of good ones from other people. To the tune of some very questionable business practices that existed more or less *beyond scrutiny*. These are millions of dollars in decisions over many years. After the owner’s husband had a norwegian to talk to.

We have even had, in the decade passing, a sort of firestorm with a mind to burn minority dwellings and businesses, seeming to read the tax lot system as it went, to the exclusion of white interests. (And I’m descended from one of the former controlling interests of the state, and also the seat of the “important” kkk meetings of hate’s distant past). Seems a little fishy to me. Somehow burning away from the “white” town, and through where literally all of the minority population of the region, was concentrated. Almost but not quite through the “darker” part of the larger city more distant this one. Epilogue being, as it so happened, that many couldn’t rebuilt because housing regulations regarding abutments (roads, water ways, city-right-of-way) turned out to be *retroactive*. The family home can’t be rebuilt where it was because of regulations written after it. We don’t mince words with this shit out here in the wild west.

And these assertions are in records that stand to historical fact. I don’t mean to be journaling in the public square, but all of this needs to be said. As to the business story, you have to ask since it also had a terrible problem with nepotism, “which is worse, remnant bund-nazi thinking, or the aforementioned nepotism that gave way to a “blond” hiring period?”.

Not an easy question. Turns out that (and look at Trump-Drumpf by Heinz) a nazi pedigree might have become a key that opens every door once again, but here in America and now. (And I thought my own family’s not so savory history was the worst of it, not an easy thing to do because *the other side* of my family was a large part of what sacked the Roman Empire).

Edit: A personal family curiosity, is that we’re (the non-kkk side) always the worst people we know, and able to cite laundry lists of examples, and somehow after centuries upon centuries of horrible things, we somehow meet people worse than we are. On a one on one basis.

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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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Whoo, requests are open! Can I get Azusa Mukami, Ash Launders, Lau, and Grell Sutcliff with a darling who's a ghost, or something akin to one? Thank you, please take your time with this and remember to take breaks when you need to!

I recently talked about this with my friend, but both of us are amazed with how popular Ash actually is. He suddenly became so beloved in here. Not that I complain😏.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, paranoia, self-harming behavior, kidnapping, killing

Ghost s/o

Grell Sutcliff

🟥Grell is a grim reaper and for that probably met ghosts quite a few times ago. Ghosts are souls from people who didn’t find peace yet and whilst humans can’t see ghosts most of the time, other supernatural creatures can. Grell feels sometimes a bit sorry for ghosts whose souls are tight to this world until whatever doesn’t allow them to Rest In Peace is solved. There are exceptions though, it isn’t unheard that even after the issue was solved, ghosts decided to stay, mainly because they started enjoying life as an undead once again. So at one point such examples were counted in the supernatural community as well.

🟥If her darling should be a pure ghost, it depends on whether they still try to find a way out of this world or are one of those who decided to live forever as a ghost. If it’s the first one, she would definitely try to make her darling enjoy life once again since she doesn’t want them to leave. She wants to give them happiness once again and would try about everything to make them feel joy again. If it’s the latter case, she would switch from a worried mother mode in a totally fascinated one. She did meet ghosts before, but normally they are more of loners since they grief over whatever they couldn’t finish during life. So having a darling as ghost makes her more interested since ghosts aren’t that known to other magical beings.

🟥Hopefully you know how to manifest yourself or else Grell will get really pouty since she’s clingy. A ghost can learn to materialize their body so others can touch them even though that takes practice. Girl loves you just very much to the extent where she often wants to jump on you and tackle you in a hug after a boring day of work...which ends with her being met with the ground of you don’t know how to control it or did it on purpose. It also tends to scare her a bit if you suddenly pop somewhere up without her knowing since you can just walk through objects. There was this one time where you were looking for her, ending with your head popping up through the ground right in front of her. And Grell might be able to handle, blood, zombies and other gore stuff, but not this. It ended with her screaming startled.

🟥If you’re not dead, but just possess the possibilities of a ghost, the whole walking through walls and turning invisible stuff, you’re most likely a hybrid because believe it or not, in materialized form ghosts can create or bear children too. And half breeds have been since the earliest days always been a more risky topic. Many creatures are still lacking the openness to accept persons from two different kinds since many are still in the classic belief that only the same species should have children together. It leads her to being more overprotective over you since she doesn’t want you to endure hatred and racism from others. She’s fiercely overprotective in that regard.

Lau

🚢He has a weird fascination with such things, at least in my opinion. He might only be human, but he has awareness of the more otherworldly creatures on this planet and his assistant, Ran Mao, herself appears to be some sort of superhuman as well. He has probably heard a lot of ghost stories before, either from his own country or here, in England. And he is somewhat good in telling when a story was just made up so the person could suddenly gain attention or if there is a spark of truth in it. He has a nose for stuff like this and actually likes listening to such stories.

🚢So expect his obsession to very quickly grow if his darling should be a ghost even though he would hold himself back if they are unhappy due to their unfinished business. He is manipulative and is also, despite being good in hiding it from his darling, very greedy and mercenary. He might not show it, but he has every intention to make his darling stay with him, even if that means ensuring that whatever they need to do in this world will never be finished. If you are that kind of ghost who’s happy with their new life, he would be much more open with his curiosity, expressing his interest in your abilities and also backstory. Especially if you should be a lot more older than your appearance gives away, he would be keen on your story. If it should happen that you were murdered and the killer is still alive, that guy will join your kind maybe very soon if they have regrets in their life.

🚢He’s also interested in how your anatomy works since he’s an expert in it. He of course wouldn’t use you like some test subject, but he is just kind of interested how you are able to turn your whole body in one moment in something thinner than air and in the next moment into something that appears to be flesh and blood again. He also kind of likes it to touch through you since your transparent body has a certain coldness around it which gives him goosebumps. It’s a great contrast to when you have materialized and are in possession of a warm body which leads him to being even more touchy than usual. Lau finds it also always very amusing whenever you suddenly appear out of thin air, your abilities are such a breath of fresh air for him. He tends to be a bit surprised, but is good in hiding it with his usual mysterious smile.

🚢He can only guess that a half-ghost like you are one isn’t very beloved in this world. Lau of course doesn’t think you, he finds it highly interesting that you are a mix from two different species, he never thought ghosts could actually create babies. If there’s the possibility, he would like to meet your parents and talk with them, especially the parent who’s the ghost. It kind of leads him to wanting to isolate you a bit since he doesn’t want some other creature trying to kill you since different from a normal ghost you can get hurt by weapons and die like a normal human even though it’s harder to do.

Ash Landers

▫️Whilst he definitely is informed about all the other magical beings existing in this world, he stays away from pretty much everyone, even his own kind. Ash is just embossed from his obsession with purity and doesn’t think of anyone as really worth living since everyone is tainted by greed, lust, sloth and other unspeakable sins. He even hates his own kind since many angels protect the exact lowlife he wants to get rid off, believing that every life deserves living and given a chance. He is somewhat alone with his crazy goals, but he doesn’t mind.

▫️I think Ash with a ghost darling isn’t a very good mix, a horrible if I’m being honest. For the simple reason that you already died and merely your soul remains on this planet, either because of your own free will or because you carry a burden with you. You’re dead. That should say everything to why Ash is experiencing the true deepness of madness and terror someone could never possibly begin to imagine. He failed, he pathetically and utterly failed to protect the only person who actually deserved a happy and good life. It makes his whole life shatter, next to his already screwed up sanity. It does not matter if you were killed, died in an accident or because of a deadly sickness. The village you lived in will be blamed and slaughtered by him.

▫️He’s horrible to act with this because I have this terrible thought that he will not only not allow you to leave, but also desperately try to search for ways to somehow get your soul back into your body or will find a vessel in which you can live. He does not care if you want it or not, he doesn’t even really care if you’re happy or not. Dead is dead and he wants you alive. He would get incredibly prone and torn apart if you yell and cry at him that you don’t want it, that you want to die finally in peace or like being a ghost. You just don’t understand!! HE HAS TO MAKE SURE YOU’RE ALIVE AGAIN!!!

▫️With you being only something akin to a ghost, a hybrid in here, the situation would still be very tangled, but a bit less than with you being an actual ghost. I see Ash as someone who usually despises hybrids, but you are made the only exception from this. It isn’t worth saying that he isolates you since he would do this in all scenarios, even though he also does it in here due to fearing that someone might talk down to you because of your unidentified species. He kind of thinks he’s the only one who can truly cherish you for your whole beauty. You might have an advantage since you can just sneak past him whilst invisible, question is if you’re heartless enough to let innocents suffer under this because Ash can and will burn whole cities down if it leads him to getting you back.

Azusa Mukami

🔪I don’t think he ever met ghosts or other otherworldly creatures before even though he lived a pretty long life. It stands even open to question if he is aware of the existence such other creatures. Whilst he does know that vampires exist, he himself is a half-blooded one, he is not really too informed about other creatures and might even not really cared about it anyways before meeting his s/o. His brothers on the other hand considered the fact of other magical beings on this planet.

🔪He is saddened that you are already dead, it doesn’t matter since how long you’ve already been. It’s still very upsetting for him, especially if you should be mourning over something you couldn’t do in your life as well. I do see him as someone who might actually possess the selflessness to let you go if you’re really desperate despite knowing he’ll die without you. So it’s up to his brothers to find ways to bind you to this earth because they’re scared what Azusa will do if you should ever disappear and leave him alone for eternity. With a darling who likes their current body and is satisfied with themselves, Azusa will be happy as well and be in love with you and your fascinating powers.

🔪But please let him touch you. He is clingy and likes having physical contact with you and if you aren’t able to manifest yourself and hurt him, he will become overtime more desperate. His brother also realize the problem with you being able to escape anytime you want from them except if you make this place your new place to haunt for eternity which all of them hope. Whilst he does like feeling your actual warmth and body, he still finds your ghostly form appearing, the feeling of cold and lingering touches everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time. I do not know if ghosts possess blood or anything like this, I doubt it. So that means at least you don’t have to worry about him eventually giving in to temptation.

🔪He will never be able to understand if someone should dislike his s/o if they should be somewhat of a half breed. As I mentioned, I don’t think he really cared much about the possibility of other beings existing and certainly not a mix made from more than one species. It does add up to his worshipper tendencies since apparently people like you are not very common. He thinks you’re wonderful. As a half-ghost you might have blood inside of you, if it’s from a human is another thing to discuss. But Azusa is from all vampires the one who wouldn’t want to suck your blood, even if it drives him crazy. And even if his brothers try to force him, you can abandon your materialized form anytime for your ghost body. You give Azusa’s brothers honestly a bit of a hard time with your abilities, it’s mocking for them in a way.

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere grell #yandere grell sutcliff #yandere lau #yandere ash #yandere ash landers #yandere diabolik lovers #yandere azusa #yandere azusa mukami

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suicidalslasher · 3 years

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forever & always. ➤ tom. h.

Happy Valentine’s Day~!!! I couldn’t contain myself and or stop myself from writing about my favorite Valentine’s day killer. So, here you go :)

WARNING: descriptions of gore and blood. in this one-shot, the reader’s pronouns are she&her. i might make a part two of this, depending on how well it does. maybe not. i like how it ends, regardless. either way. enjoy.

The news spread like wildfire. No matter which way you went, there was always a flame, reaching out towards those to burn. Try as you may, you can't get away. The words that littered the air was nothing more than burnt ashes fluttering around, burning each object as it flies above said thing or said person. In this case, the people of a small town called Valentine Bluffs were the ones burning from the inside and out. They felt trapped within the smoke, unable to seek out which way to escape the dangers that had followed. The terror; the trauma; the panic and anxiety attacks; All of it - they thought it was long gone.... they were finally going back to being normal, how things used to be.

They were going back to a life that wasn't full of fear, having to look behind your shoulder constantly and being careful of who you trust. It was all going to be okay, happy once more. They'd finally be able to celebrate their favorite day once again. But... as you may have guessed, it's not quite easy to put out a rapid wildfire. All it takes is a small fire to expand out into something bigger, bolder, and scarier. You can't escape the flames. No matter how big or small. You cannot ignore the overwhelming burning sensation that glazes across your skin as the fire around you grows larger, making you feel smaller and smaller by the second. The words, however, the statement that was fluttering around like specks of ash, wasn't at all a sentence (nor an actual fire) but a name - Harry Warden. 1997. Valentine's day. Everybody, in & out of town, knows what happened. For a brief period of time there, nobody celebrated Valentine's day, having thought it out to be cursed. Yet, as time went on, there was no sign of Harry Warden. No copy cat killer version of him, neither. So, the people went back to celebrating. Writing hand written love letters, buying cheaply made cards at the local supermarket, buying and or receiving overly priced chocolates. Anything, everything, people did it with love in their hearts and a smile on their face. Today was Valentine's Day, once more. Expect it wasn't the way it had been for the past 9 years. It was exactly like the day in 1997. History was repeating itself. Instead of love, presents, and reserved dinner dates being celebrated and shared, the town of Valentine Bluffs got decomposed, rotting corpses, instead. Blood scattered outside and inside of buildings.

It was worse than before, more bodies were showing up without their hearts and the missing body piece would be found neatly placed in between a plastic heart shaped box. All of which would be sent to the police station as a joke, as a threat. Even a card would be taped on top or under the container, though the sentences were far from cheerful and loveable. A few of them had been thrown aside, only having been read once. Those who opened it and read it aloud usually found themselves cringing in dismay as they read the paragraph out loud all while shifting around in their seat, uncomfortably.

Once they read it, they shook their heads as tears welled up in their eyes before they threw it into the trash bin or ripped it into hundreds of tiny pieces, not daring to open another letter that's brought in. Evidence or not, the workers couldn't keep their breakfast or lunch down when they'd read the cards. The recent two cards had said; From the heart comes a warning, filled with bloody good cheer, remember what happened as the 14th draws near! And the last victim, a girl named Maryanne Anderson, had gotten a card right before she was found dead, her body laying in a ditch to rot. Her card had read; Roses are red, violets are blue, one is dead, and so are you. Nobody knew who the new killer was, or if it even was a new killer, copying Harry's schemes and following in his footsteps. It could have very well been the same man all those years ago. That's what they were saying. (Y/N) (L/N) was in her car, driving back home from work when her favorite song had been replaced with an alarm, cutting off her favorite part. "Oh, c'mon!" She groaned, hands hitting the steering wheel in annoyance before she goes to turn up the volume anyways, wondering what's so important that the town and the police station had to turn off her favorite song.

She knew about the murders, she knew there was a serial killer around, she already knew this already. And yes, she was petrified, as most people were. When the first body showed up, the mayor of town announced there'd be a curfew until they found out who is doing all of this. Whether it was one person or more, they'd find a way to capture the killer. No matter what. There was not going to be another murder.

(Of course, there was more.)

(The original curfew was getting home at 9:30. Now, it had gone down and you'd have to be indoors, at your house, by 6:30 PM.) Students in school would get out earlier, as well as the adults in town. The only ones who didn't get to go home so early in the day were those who were trying to protect the people of Valentine Bluffs. "We are sorry to interrupt that song there," came the radio host's deep and groggy voice. "However, this is more important than your favorite throwback jams. I've gotten an officer here with me, he had just shown up not even a second ago to tell us more news on the situation we are currently in. So, please, listen carefully." "Yeah, whatever. I already know what's going on. Tell me something I don't know." (Y/N) turns off the radio as she pulls up in her driveway, feeling a sense of comfort clouding over her, another day, she's okay; safe and sound, unlike a few of her old high school friends that were gutted like fish and butchered like pigs.

She shivers at both the bitter and harsh wind brushing against her as she steps out of her vehicle and the obvious visual of whatever masked man (or men) that's around, killing innocent people for whatever given reason. Hurrying along the steps to her porch, she digs her keys out of her jacket pocket, finding them within seconds before she's pushing them into the door as quickly as she could. She didn't show it, tried not to show it, but she was as anxious and paranoid as everyone else was.

(Y/N) was trying to hold back her fear but the moment she gets home, locking all the doors and windows, the uneasy feelings creep up on her and every negative emotion takes charge. With a sigh, she falls down onto the couch with a plop, reaching for the remote, she turns on the TV, attempting to try and get her mind off of things. Of course, every station wasn't what she wanted to watch, the news replacing every channel. She skipped and skipped but it all remained the exact same. With a groan, she decides to listen to what they were saying, even though she really didn't want to hear it as it'd only make her anxiety worse. "I am Jonathan Godfrey. We're sorry to interrupt your daily scheduled programs, however, a man you may know as Tom Hanniger has escaped from his stay from a mental hospital." (Y/N)'s eyes nearly budge out of her head at the mention of the man's name, the remote she had in the palm of her hand goes flying, falling down onto the ground by her feet. Tom? Mental hospital? It didn't make any sense! Everyone... including her, thought he was dead! She, with shaky fingers, grabs the remote to turn the volume up. Jonathan's own eyes were wide as he read the teleprompter, his voice now grew shaky as he spoke. Fear was written across both his and his co-worker’s face. "Unfortunately, we don't have any more information or news as to where he's escaped off to. Or where he may be as of the moment. All the reports, every last piece of information we have been received has said he's been missing since two days ago. He can be anywhere. More importantly, he can be here, hiding out." His voice trembled as he spoke, it was also very faint - almost ghostly. Quiet as a mouse. His skin was pale, making it appear as if he was a ghost rather than a living person that sat in the chair there.

Jonathan couldn't continue, this much was obvious, therefore his co-host, Abigail Miller, continued where he had left off. "This being said, please, lock the doors and windows of your home. If you have a weapon to guard your own life and protect your ground, get it out now. Please, protect yourself the very best you can. And do not, I repeat, do not answer the door. Do not leave your home whatsoever. Whatever is outside of your house is surely not more important than your life.

“Whether it is Tom that has been doing this or not, we're not exactly sure. All we tell you is to be careful and remain indoors until we can find Tom and or find the Valentine's killer. This has been Jonathan Godfrey and Abigail Miller, with the news. Stay safe and God bless." The program that was previously playing showed up finally, the neon colors swirling together to form the title of the show, along with a fairly way too cheerful theme song playing faintly in the distance as the introduction played out. (Y/N) had never heard of it before, but from a quick glance, it appeared to be a sitcom from the late 70's. The only source of light was coming from the television screen, casting colorful shadows across (Y/N)'s face. She had felt too tired to have turned on the lights upon entering her house. Work was short, the hours having grown thinner because of the curfew, however, it was still tiring all the same. She instantly regretted not doing so now, however.

She sat in the dark, her heart thumping loudly against her chest as she pulled a near by blanket around her shoulders as if the thick fabric would comfort her and protect her. The room had gotten colder ever since the report was announced. Goosebumps ran up and down (Y/N)'s body, the baby hairs on her neck stood on end as a shiver slid up and down her spine. Despite the blanket being around her body, she felt nothing but cold, numb. Suddenly, the TV went out with a soft 'ping'. (Y/N) gasped and her heart stopped beating all together. She felt like she couldn't breathe, she couldn't tell if she was going crazy either when she heard what sounded like footsteps coming down from the hallway. She sat, frozen, on her couch, unable to move, unable to breathe. Then.... a knock. Followed by another and another. It was right outside, coming from not the front entrance but the back yard. "(Y/N)? (Y/N), please..." came the voice. And (Y/N) recognized that voice anywhere. She knows she shouldn't.... everybody said not to but... she couldn't help herself. Getting up as quickly as she could, she runs down the hallway, the sounds of her feet echoing against the thin walls as she reaches the door, tugging it open. There, on the other half of the door, stood nobody other than Tom Hanniger himself. He looked up, surprised she had answered the door. Giving her a weak, lopsided smile, Tom's pulling her into a tight hug, his head falling down in the crook between her shoulder and neck, tears flooding his eyes as he soaks her shirt, silently weeping. "(Y/N).... fuck, I've missed you so much, missed you so bad." Tom confesses with a sniffle. "Tom... I- what're you doing here? They're looking for you, you know this, right? Everybody's looking for you. And.... and I- fuck, Tom! I thought you were dead. Everybody in town thought you died the day your father did." (Y/N) didn't hesitate to hide her true feelings. She was a mixture of emotions. Angry, happy, sad, scared - she was feeling every single emotion there possibly was. "I know... I know. I-I have a lot to explain and a lot to tell you but please, right now, can we just- can we just play pretend?" He asked, moving away from her shoulder as he wiped his nose on the sleeve of his sweater, his eyes remained watery and his skin was flushed as he looked up at (Y/N). (Y/N) guessed it was a mixture of three things - running away from the mental hospital to where her house was to the bitter and harsh February air. Plus, the crying he had just done, too. His face was red and blotchy from all three. Despite it being so cold, sweat trickled his face, a few drips of it falling along side his cheeks. "Play pretend?" (Y/N) echoed, tilting her head to the side, unsure of what he meant. "Let's play pretend." He repeated, licking his lips. "Let's play pretend and imagine none of this horrid, crazed shit is going on right now. Let's pretend it's only me and you. It's Valentine's day, isn't it? Let's celebrate. After all, it was one of our favorite days to spend together." Heat rose to (Y/N)'s cheeks and she bit on her bottom lip, rocking back and forth on the bottom of her feet. "Tom.... I-I'm...You want-" She couldn't from sentences, her thoughts were mushing together and it was all too much for her to handle. She felt like she was going to pass out. "I want you, (Y/N). I want you as bad as I did then and I want you just as badly right now. There has never been a day where I wasn't thinking about you. You were the love of my life. I still love you, maybe even more, now. Let's celebrate, please. We can talk about everything tomorrow morning. I promise I'll tell you everything. Right now, let's play pretend, let's act like it's just us again, like when we were teens.... I've missed you. And.... and I know you've missed me too or else you wouldn't have opened the door." And, yeah, okay, he was right. "Tom..." "(Y/N)." He stepped closer to her, closer than he had done before, as he rests his hand against her cheek, fingers brushing against her skin as he looked into her (E/C) eyes. "I love you. I never stopped. And I know you love me, too.... so, please, baby girl.... can I just show you how much I love you?" (Y/N) shouldn't have answered the door. She should have called the cops when she heard his voice. Everything was too much of a coincidence.

Her power was working perfectly fine until Tom had shown up.

Now that she was thinking about it....

There was also no victims until she had heard the news Tom had left the asylum. Three days ago....

Three days ago, there was the first victim; Maryanne. If she thought too much about it, got too deep into the rabbit hole, she would have assumed Tom Hanniger was the Valentine's killer - The Miner. Yet... looking at Tom, she knew he wasn't - couldn't - be the killer. If he was, he would've killed her too, right? Tom Hanniger's been through too much, and just like she was there before, she was going to be there for him now. Through Hell and back.

She would stay by his side, no matter what. She still kept the old promise ring he had given her in high school, along with the note in which he confessed his feelings. In which, he told her - one day - he'd marry her. She was the perfect girl for him, as he was the perfect man for her. A promise is a promise. When she said 'forever and always', she meant that. (Y/N) knew Tom meant it, too. "I love you too." Tom's quick to place his lips on (Y/N)'s and (Y/N) is quick to kiss him back just as hungry, just as fierce. She tangles her fingers through her hair and pulls on it, earning a groan from Tom. Satisfied with the result, she tugs him into her house by the sleeve of his shirt, slamming the door shut with her foot.

"I've missed you, baby." He says, not daring to pull away from the kiss.

"Show me how much you've missed me then, baby." She mumbles against his lips. "Oh, I'm going to." "Let's go celebrate Valentine's day the right way then. Come on, let's go upstairs." Tom grins and (Y/N) smiles back before she's pulling him up the stairs and into her bedroom.

Forever and Always. It was them until the end. Nobody would ever separate the two of them, again.... not even Harry Warden was going to destroy Tom’s happiness... not this time.

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Plain Sight: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill, and angst

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated.

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"Don't forget that I cannot see myself -- that my role is limited to being the one who looks in the mirror." - Jacques Rigaut

Being the youngest one on the team not only made you feel like you needed to work extra hard to prove you were worthy of your place on the team, but it made you feel like an outcast because everyone was so close and tight-knit. The only person you really knew was Gideon, but he was more closer to Hotch than anyone else since they were closer in age than the rest. The person closest to your age is Spencer which is why you feel like you connect more with him than anyone else.

It’s his birthday today, and everyone is celebrating at his desk with cake and trick candles. They seemed to be having a good time, and you didn’t want to join them and ruin their fun. It didn’t feel like you were part of this family just yet since you were fairly new with abilities they’ve never seen before. However, even if you weren’t celebrating with them, you still got Spencer a present. It’s special since you knew he would hold it dear to his heart. You were pretty proud of yourself for finding the exact item you wanted even though you were at the point of ripping your own hair out.

Hotch and Gideon were off to the side to watch the rest of the team celebrate, and you stood by them with your arms crossed shyly.

“Make a wish!” Elle grinned.

“Come on man! Blow, baby blow!” Derek teased when Spencer kept blowing at his candles despite them not going out.

“I thought you are full of hot air, Reid,” Elle joked.

“Come on, Reid.”

“They're trick candles, Spence, okay? They gonna come back on every time,” JJ caved in after seeing him try so hard to blow them out.

Derek grabbed the ends of Spencer’s big blue birthday hat and shoved it further down on his head with a huge smile.

“Oh, mommy to rescue you!”

“Mommy?” Spencer scoffed, shaking off his friend.

“Is it amazing he knows what he knows and he's only 24?” Hotch asked his friend with a shocked smile.

“Imagine what he’ll know by fifty.”

“I’m twenty-two,” you spoke up, causing both heads to turn to you.

“Why aren’t you over there with them?” Gideon asked.

“I don’t feel like I’m part of the family just yet. I mean, I’m the youngest, so I feel like they think I’m a kid or something. I don’t know. I’m weird,” you chuckled nervously.

“Hey, lil’ mama,” Derek called out for you when he noticed you off to the side. “Come on.”

“Yeah, come over here,” Spencer smiled.

Once he chimed in, the rest of the team wanted you to join them. Blushing, you hesitantly walked over to the group, and Derek wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“You’re part of this team now. You’ve proven yourself,” he grinned.

“Thanks, Derek,” you smiled right back.

“You blew wax on the cake, man,” Derek scoffed playfully, taking his arm away to help cut the cake.

Spencer got up to replace your spot next to Gideon since Hotch needed to take a call.

“Is this homemade or store bought?” you asked.

“I made it,” JJ smiled widely.

“Wow, this looks amazing and I bet it tastes amazing too,” you chuckled.

She put the first piece of cake on the plate, turned to Spencer, and called out to him.

“Hey Spence, first piece for the birthday boy,” she smiled.

Spencer looked from her to you, and you gave him a shy smile with a wave. He said something to Gideon before heading over, and he took the plate.

“Thank you.”

“Birthday boy,” you sang, taking a piece of cake that JJ handed you.

“When’s your birthday?”

“Not long after yours. Mine’s in February. I’ll be twenty-three. Sometimes I feel like I’m too young to be here.”

“I know that feeling,” he chuckled.

“Sorry, guys,” Hotch interrupted as he set the phone down with a sigh, “the party's over.”

The team knew what that meant, so they packed everything they could as fast as they could so they could discuss the case you knew was waiting for you in the briefing room. Each team member started for the stairs, but you grabbed Spencer’s arm to hold him back for a second.

“Sorry, I just, um… I know I haven’t known you for very long, but I got you something. A birthday present.”

“You did? You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but, um, you’ll have to wait until the end of the case to get it.”

“Why?”

“It gives you something to look forward to, yeah? Plus, we usually end cases at night, and I know you were born at night so why not make it memorable.”

“You remembered what time I was born?” he asked, shocked you took the time to do so.

“Reid, Y/N, let’s go,” Hotch announced from the conference room.

“Why wouldn’t I remember that?” you asked, brushing past him to rush to the conference room.

Spencer looked at you as you left, and he couldn’t help but give a hint of a smile at that piece of information. The files were already passed out, and you and Spencer took your seats so that everyone else could begin. There was no need to apologize since Hotch just jumped right into this one.

“We're going to San Diego.”

“Not for the surfing, huh?” Derek commented.

“They're calling him the Tommy killer. Six women raped and murdered in their homes in the last three weeks,” JJ shared.

“Six in three weeks? That's a short fuse,” you whistled.

“And getting shorter. The first two were eight days apart then the next four in two weeks.”

“Rapid escalation. Do you think he's regressing to a psychopathic frenzy?” Spencer asked.

“No, he's too controlled for that. See you on the plane,” Hotch answered, getting up to leave the room. However, before he could, Derek stopped him with a question.

“Why the Tommy killer?”

“You know the rock opera? This unsub glues the victims' eyes wide open.”

“He wants them to see him,” Spencer noted.

“And feel him,” you added.

“Brenda Samms was found yesterday by her children when they got home from school. She had been strangled with a thin ligature, possibly a wire. No weapon was left at the scene,” Hotch ran over the details of the case once everyone was on the plane.

Since it was one of the smaller jets, everyone was in close proximity of each other with you and Spencer seated next to each other, JJ, Gideon, and Elle in the middle, Hotch across from you and Spencer, and Derek all by his lonesome towards the front.

“The residue on the wrist and mouth indicate that duct tape was used and then removed. Also not found at the scene,” Spencer remarked. “Brought it with him, took it with him.”

“He also started leaving messages at the fourth scene,” Hotch explained, reading from one of the quotes left on the mirror at the latest victim’s house. “This was on the mirrors. ‘Fair lady, throw those costly robes aside. No longer may you glory in your pride. Take leave of all your carnal, vain delight’.”

“I’ve come to summon you away this night,” Spencer finished. “It's a ballad from the late 1600s. A dialogue betwixt death and a lady.”

“A 17th century ballad?” you thought.

“Essentially, a woman begging death to live.”

“What kind of person knows this ballad? Are we looking for a literature professor?” Elle wondered.

“Anyone with an internet connection, actually. You should see what comes up when you type the word ‘death’ into a search engine,” Spencer chuckled.

“Reid, no wonder you can't get a date,” Derek teased, but it wiped the smile off the young doctor’s face.

Leaning over the small space, you got close enough to his ear so that only he could hear you.

“Don’t listen to him, Spencer. You’re a catch,” you patted him on the shoulder before sliding back into your normal position.

“Reid, you stay on the messages. See if there's a deeper meaning,” Hotch ordered.

“It definitely looks like he ransacked the crime scene pretty well. A lot of damage, but nothing seems to be taken,” you observed.

“The eyes are the thing, the signature. The behavior that isn't necessary for the murder, but necessary for the emotional release. That's what he's there for,” Gideon stated.

“There used to be a widely held belief that the eyes record a snapshot of the last thing a person sees before they die.”

“Yeah, that's right. People used to write poems about talking to death,” Derek commented.

“Ballads,” Spencer corrected him.

“Whatever.”

“You think they'll ever run out of new things to do with their victims?” Elle asked.

“Well, finding new ways to hurt each other is what we're good at,” Gideon sighed.

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n-ecessity · 3 years

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Things Change

Warnings: Unsub!Spencer Reid, UnsubFem!Reader, mention of violence, drugs, weapons, blood, SMUT(penetration, degradation/praise kink, fingering, pet names, etc.)

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Hey guys I was inspired by one of my favorite band’s song to write this one shot! I 100% recommend listening to the song “Consume” by Chase Atlantic while reading this!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oCdXuomafSU

Being a profiler to catch serial killers was easy, getting into the mind of one to see what their next move was became second nature to me, until I met her. We were currently stuck in an interrogation room, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. She had killed five people, men to be exact, but I was intrigued by her, possibly even infatuated. The way she was leaning into my questions, perked up with excitement from the thrill. The shine in her eyes while I interrogated her gave me feelings that I know I shouldn’t have, kind of like love at first sight. I’ve always played it safe with love; sometimes the love doesn't end in a safe way, but I was ready to give anything up just to be with her. As she was being walked out back to her jail cell waiting for her court trial she spoke the words to me, “call me when you break.” I never knew what she meant until months later.

As time passed, I learned that she had been found not guilty due to lack of evidence and she got away with the murders, and I decided it was best not to call her. As months went on and I was framed and put into jail wrongfully, I was at my breaking point and that's when I knew what she meant by her vague words. I was falling apart, and she was the glue I was looking for to put me back together. Returning to the BAU after getting out of jail didn’t feel the same, and my frustration and anger grew as the days went on in this place. Every day I felt myself longing to find her information and call her, but I waited and waited, until one day I couldn’t. I searched for the information I needed and called her.

“I’ve been waiting for your call,” she said into the phone, I could picture her smirking from the other side of the line.

“I get it now, what you meant all those months ago.” I replied, getting straight to the point.

“Well, are you finally ready to leave the BAU and fulfill your true self with me? See Spencer, I’ve seen through you since the first time we locked eyes, I knew you were different from the specks of darkness in those beautiful eyes of yours. If you want to be with me, meet me at the Rosen Inn at 10:30 pm in room 23, if not, then lose this number,” and just like that she hung up on me, as mysterious as she was the last time we spoke.

Time and frustration had made this decision easier for me, I wasn’t who I used to be, I’ve been abused for too long and I don’t want to be the one to get hurt anymore. As I got up from my desk from the BAU, I looked around one last time. I picked up the resignation papers that have been lingering on my desk since the day I returned back and I dropped them onto Emily’s desk and I left for good. I felt free.

I took my flip phone from my pocket and threw it out in the garbage, not without taking the sim card first to make it harder to find me. I waited around for hours until it drew closer to 10:30 pm and I made my way over to the Rosen Inn, specifically room 23 to find her. I knocked on the door, and she opened abruptly, as if she was waiting for me since the phone call ended.

“I knew you would come, I had a feeling about you,” she went over to the bed and I closed the door behind me, for the first time starting to get nervous about the choice I made.

“Uhh yeah, here I am” I replied, playing with my hands as I do when I’m anxious.

Alright, alright, whoa

Why you pointing at me with that knife?

I've been cutting corners all my life, girl

The terror doesn't blossom overnight, no

She reached into her black bag that was placed on the bed and pulled out a knife and swung it around.

“Woah! Take it easy with that!” I exclaimed.

“Relax Doctor Reid, I’m not going to use it on you, unless you enjoy that,” she winked, that sent feelings all the way down to my crotch area, she has such a hold on me.

“You know, I’m going to have lots of fun with you,” she dragged out the ‘lots’ for emphasis, making me question exactly what she had in store for us. I laughed, trying to suppress my nerves.

“Spence, do I make you nervous?” The use of that nickname physically made me shiver, thinking about all the times at the BAU I was referred to as ‘Spence’, especially by JJ.

“No” I swallowed harshly, knowing that I’ve been in more dangerous situations than the one I’m currently in.

“Good, because we’re just beginning.”

She's crawling through the city in a rampage

Pressing on her fingers 'til the bones break

There's blood all in her nose from the propane

But a needle to the skin will make the pain fade

She reached back into the bag, pulling out a little bag of a white powder.

“Y/N that’s a very illegal substance, you could get arrested for having that!”

“Are you going to have me arrested, Spencer?” She didn’t need to ask, she knew the answer. I looked her in the eyes, shaking my head to confirm the thoughts swarming her mind.

“Good boy,” She smirked as she took a bump, slight blood trickling from her nostril, wiping it away with her sleeve.

“Now, are you ready to wreak havoc?” She pulled two ski masks out of her bag and a gun for me. Here goes nothing.

She said, "Careful, or you'll lose it"

But, girl, I'm only human

And I know there's a blade where your heart is

And you know how to use it

And you can take my flesh if you want, girl

But, baby, don't abuse it

These voices in my head screaming, "Run, now"

I'm praying that they're human

“WOO! Spencer don’t you feel that rush! It’s AMAZING!” She screamed as we returned to the motel, holding all the cash in her hand. The rush I got was a sensation I’ve never felt before, I was smiling from ear to ear.

She ran up to me and jumped into my arms, we stared into each other’s eyes for a second before our lips collided. The fervent kisses were due to pent-up sexual tension we’ve felt for each other the moment I handcuffed her outside of her apartment. She ran her fingers through my curls, slightly pulling on them causing me to groan. She took the opportunity to slip her tongue into my mouth allowing us to explore one another. I pushed her body up against the wall behind us and began roaming her body with my hands, grasping at any part that I could. Whenever our skin would touch, I could feel a burning sensation from the fire ignited from the two of us. I pulled away and continued kissing down her jawline to her neck, leaving marks along the way.

“Fuck,” she moaned.

“You like that babe?” I smirked as I kissed down to her collarbones.

“Mmm yes babe, I need to feel you,”

“Patience baby, I’m taking my time with you tonight,” I carried her to the bed and laid her down on her back. She took her shirt off and tossed it to the side and I kissed all the way down her body, reaching her pants. I slowly began to remove her pants.

“Ugh hurry up!” she groaned, as I chuckled lowly, eventually undoing her pants and throwing them behind me. I ran my fingers along the wet spot in her panties slowly.

“Spencer I swear if you don’t touch-” I swiftly moved her panties to the side and stuck a finger inside her. She gasped.

“Babe you’re so wet, is that all for me?” I said as I added another finger, curling them to hit the right spot.

“Fuck yes babe, oh my god you feel so good” she dragged out her words, I pressed my thumb to her clit, rubbing in sync with my fingers inside her. She brought her fingers up to my arm, scratching and leaving moon shaped indents along my bare skin.

“Right there, i-i’m about to cum Spence,”

“Do it then, like a good girl,” She groaned so loud and came as I spoke those words. Heavy breathing was all that was audible in the room. I undid my pants and crawled up on the bed, enclosing our mouths.

Both of us took a minute to soak in each other’s presence, never wanting this moment to end. We continued to remove the rest of our clothing, heavy breathing was the only noises being made in the room. Her exposed chest basically begged me to touch it, my rough skin running along her smooth skin, I felt as if I was caressing the most beautiful piece of art. My mouth made its way to her hardened nipples, slipping one in my mouth and playing with the other. Her moans were like music to my ears. She spoke my name over and over like it was a prayer. After a bit, she pulled my head off her body and looked me in the eyes.

“I’ve been waiting for this for too long, Spencer Reid, fuck me already,” She said. Her pupils were dilated from lust, her breathing was erratic.

“Your wish is my command, princess.” I swiftly removed my boxers and lined my dick up with her wet entrance. I slowly entered her body, both of us letting out a groan of relief. After a few seconds I began to move. Her moans were my encouragement. I gripped one of her legs and threw it over my shoulder, thrusting in at a different angle and a faster pace.

“Fuck Spence, y-you feel so good,” she whispered into my ear, eliciting a groan from my lips. She was scratching at my back, leaving scars I hoped would never go away.

“You like being fucked like a whore?” I spoke, earning a groan from her, I would never get tired of that sound. She didn’t even have to respond, I knew the answer.

“Thought so” I breathed out.

“Spence, I-i’m close.” She moaned out, I reached in between us and rubbed her clit while I snapped my hips faster. Our moans were sounding like a perfectly rehearsed melody.

“Be a good girl and come for me,” and just like that, she came all over my dick. I continued to thrust in her, being very close to my orgasm. After a few thrusts, I let out a string of curse words and came. Both of us were breathing heavily, covered in a layer of sweat. I stared at her, admiring how beautiful she looked in the state she’s in. This girl is dangerous in so many ways, and I think the most dangerous thing about her is how she makes me feel. She eventually rolled over and began to dress, as did I.

“Just as amazing as I pictured it to be,” She said with a smirk.

“You’ve thought about it, huh?” I said with a low voice.

“More than that, I touched myself to the thought of it,” She winked, making me choke on air. She was going to be the death of me.

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Time had went on, she and I continued to rob banks and have mind blowing sex, the high of it all made me feel what I’ve been craving my whole life. I’ve been studying unsubs for most of my life and I now understand just why they commit crimes, it feels so liberating. What I didn’t expect was to hear a loud banging coming from the door of the motel we were currently staying at.

Please understand that I'm trying my hardest

My head's a mess, but I'm trying regardless

Anxiety is one hell of a problem

She's latching onto me, I can't resolve it

It's not right, it's not fair, it's not fair

It's not fair, it's no fair, it's no fair

Oh, no, no, no (Don't run)

Don't run, don't run

“FBI OPEN UP” I heard coming from the other side of the door. My eyes almost popped out of my head. I turned to my partner in crime, both of us unsure what to do.

“DON’T RUN!”

We didn’t have enough time to figure out a solution anyways, someone had busted down the door. I made eye contact with the same people I went out of my way to avoid. The disappointment In Emily Prentiss’ eyes is what killed me. This was the end for us, I ran to her and gave her one last kiss before we were taken away in handcuffs. The sirens and the flashing lights brought me some sort of comfort. I didn’t want to run anymore. At least now there is a reason for me to be in jail.

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer x y/n #Criminal Minds #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #fanfic #fanfiction #song #mine

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cassianandor · 3 years

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Hi! Loved your last fic <3 Let's go angsty here. My prompt: Chayoung delivering the final blow to Jonwoo instead of Vincenzo, so as he won't have to kill anyone anymore (maybe not killing him, but shooting his shoulder or leg)

Hi, thank you! Ohhh, this was challenging, I had fun writing! I hope you like it <3

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Can you save me (I say save me)

Pairing: Hong Cha Young x Vincenzo Cassano

Word count: 1218

Warnings: Violence, blood mention

Vincenzo came to the conclusion that his entire life led to that moment. The lonely nights as a child where he cried profusely at the orphanage, unaware of the reason he was away from his mother, the endless days training and studying in Italy so he could protect himself from the world. Whatever he had done to survive simply a step on the ladder he climbed to find himself where he was.

Not in the best of the scenarios, though. Being held at gunpoint by his foe in the middle of a warehouse downtown was definitely not in his plans, but Vincenzo liked to make things up as he went by.

Towering over Vincenzo as the latter kneeled down, Jang Jun Woo, or Jang Han Seok, smiled at him. “I guess I should return the politeness and ask you to say your last prayers.”

Vincenzo chuckled, humorlessly. “I already prayed for you. There’s not enough space for both of us in hell.”

Jun Woo let out a loud laugh, gripping the gun tighter with both hands. “That’s why you’re going there alone, you mafia bastard.”

Vincenzo’s eyes darted to the floor, but quickly made their way up again when he heard a gunshot in the distance. Someone came out of the shadows with a gun in hand, defying darkness just as a knight rides into battle. Vincenzo would’ve thought it was more poetic if he didn’t know better about the person coming to save him.

“Yah, Jang Jun Woo!” Cha Young shouted as she made her entrance, pointing the gun at him. “Let him go, you crazy asshole!”

Jun Woo turned around surprised, briefly forgetting he was holding Vincenzo hostage, but ultimately choosing to direct his weapon at her. “Sunbae? What are you doing?”

“I’m not your sunbae,” Cha Young declared. Her voice was unwavering and cold, and Vincenzo couldn’t help but to wonder that he had helped her become that way. It wasn’t a good thing. “I’m the person who’s gonna shoot you if you don’t let him go.”

With a scornful laugh, Jun Woo shifted sideways, frantically glancing between Vincenzo and Cha Young as he decided who to hold at gunpoint. His antics bored Vincenzo to death, they simply didn’t have enough theatrics to be entertaining like Cha Young’s. Ultimately, Jun Woo decided to threaten Vincenzo again.

“You know, you stole her from me,” The man said, leaning his head down with wide eyes. Vincenzo knew a bully when he saw one, and he wasn’t afraid. “That might be the thing that pisses me off the most, after the fact that you destroyed my company.”

Vincenzo raised a brow, far from amused. “Ms. Hong is not an object. She can’t be stolen.”

Jun Woo scoffed. “Argh, certainly not from you, Mr. Mafia Consigliere. But once again, consider your situation… What if I kill you in front…” He made a pause, then yelled the last sentence. “…of your little girlfriend! Wouldn’t that be nice? Sunbae.” Jun Woo stared at Cha Young again and the woman was still pointing her gun at him. “Stop embarrassing yourself. We all know it’s a fake.”

The other man didn’t realize, but he had given Vincenzo the impeccable time to get up without being noticed.

Cha Young caught it up in the air and started to distract Jun Woo for as long as she could. “So what?” She replied, taking a few steps in their direction. “You think I won’t shoot you?”

Before Jang Jun Woo could respond, Vincenzo took a hold of Jun Woo’s gun by striking him in the arm with a precise punch that had the gun flying towards Vincenzo. Cha Young took that as an opportunity to get even closer; the sound of her heels clattering against the wood floor as she ran through the warehouse was weirdly comforting, but Vincenzo wouldn’t dwell much on it at that moment.

It was, now, Jun Woo’s time to kneel before them, but Cha Young insisted that she preferred him standing up.

“Kill me now,” Jun Woo commanded, as Cha Young and Vincenzo had guns pointed at him. “Kill me now!” He shouted. “Kill me!”

Vincenzo pondered about that decision. If he killed Jang Jun Woo, would that turn him into the monster he had been so very much trying not to acknowledge? His ways were still of the Italian Mafia way, no matter how hard he tried to avoid it. Should he embrace his true self and put an end to that, or start in the new path Korea offered him?

A voice cut through his musings. “Mr. Cassano.” Cha Young called. “Leave it to me. I’ll do it.”

Vincenzo’s eyes went round, watching as she angled her gun properly and held it with both hands. “Ms. Hong.”

“I came here to save you, and I’m gonna do that,” She said, gaze still fixated on Jun Woo. She looked pretty in any circumstance, but from that angle she was completely mesmerizing. Reluctantly, Vincenzo’s heart skipped a beat. “You’re not a killer anymore.”

Vincenzo quietly smiled to himself then agreed. “Fine. Go ahead.”

The gun was certainly fake, but Cha Young made everything amusing when it came to her. What Vincenzo wouldn’t have guessed is that she would shoot each of Jun Woo’s legs for real, with a very real gun.

“Ms. Hong!” Vincenzo shouted, in bewilderment. Maybe he was underestimating her way too much for his sake.

“And you said it was a fake,” Cha Young mocked Jun Woo, doing little jumps. “Ha!”

Droplets of blood splattered across their faces as Jun Woo fell to the floor. Over the sound of him screeching in pain, a police siren could be heard getting closer.

“You called them?” Vincenzo asked, but he was already being dragged away from there.

“They’re looking for him. Let’s go,” Cha Young grabbed the gun in his hand and tossed it on the floor, intertwining their fingers as she led the way out of the warehouse. “There’s an alternative exit.”

Vincenzo couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment where it started, but it seemed that, lately, he spent his entire time the same way he was in that exact moment: walking beside Hong Cha Young. Not because she was simply another person that had entered his entire uninvited and turned things upside down, but because he cherished her more than words could describe. Life could never be boring by her side, and that was a treasure worth more than gold.

When they arrived at Cha Young’s car, parked in the middle of nowhere, Vincenzo finally questioned her. “Where did you get that gun from?”

“From your apartment!" She explained, way too excited about it. "It was easier to find than I expected."

Vincenzo couldn't regret giving her that spare key. After all, he was alive because of it. A smile gently appeared on his face as he opened the door of the car. “Ms. Hong, you truly belong in the Mafia.”

Cha Young was rounding the vehicle to get to the passenger’s seat, so all Vincenzo could see was the top of her head. “They wouldn’t be able to handle me,” She added, letting out a chuckle.

Everything culminated in the belief she was right. It was a privilege of few to watch a flower grow in the dark.

#chayenzo #vincenzo #tvn vincenzo #my fics #ask #anonymous

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Mukozuke

2x05

Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham

Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: spoilers for hannibal, murder, mental health problems, jail, dead bodies, cancer, talks of suicide

Author’s Note: I really went ham with hannibal this episode despite thinking that I would do the exact opposite so the dynamics are getting really fun I’m not gonna lie to y’all. The next two episodes I’ve written are lit though so be ready for that!

I used some direct quotes from the script so some things may seem familiar

Official Episode Summary : When Will assists with a profile he reveals the Chesapeake Ripper and the Copycat Killer are the same person. Will asks Freddie Lounds to help him contact his admirer, and Alana becomes suspicious of Will.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

Tag List: @llperfectsymmetryll @ericacactus @vlightning95

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“You have to eat something, Jack. You’ve been up all night. Feed the body, feed the mind.” Hannibal walked into the dining room with a plate of clams that he had made for Jack. It had been a long night and he couldn’t help but notice that you hadn’t stopped by. However that was better for the events that he was doing last night, along with helping Jack through this trying time in his life.

Jack looked down at the food and thought about what to do with it. He didn’t start to eat it, instead he looked up at Hannibal.

“She knew she couldn’t beat the cancer, so she was going to beat it to the finish line. One way or another, she was going to win,” Jack murmured. He walked alongside the table.

“One way or another, she will. All you can do is hope she finds more reasons to live than not to,” Hannibal said quietly in a strange mix of pride and despair for the situation.

“I can’t blame her for wanting to control how she dies,” Jack said quietly.

“I believe those who can no longer function at an acceptable level have the right to die,” Hannibal said solemnly.

“She cast you in the role of executioner. She wanted you to let her die. I’m grateful you didn’t,” Jack admitted. He struggled with these emotions as he tried to keep them at bay before Hannibal.

“As a doctor, I had no choice. As a philosopher, I had too many. It wasn’t what I could do for Bella, it was what I couldn’t do to you. I’m a better friend than therapist,” Hannibal said between bites of breakfast.

“You’re a great friend,” Jack said quietly. Jack walked to the edge of the table and saw a robe there that wasn’t Hannibals. Eager to change the subject from something so dim, despite the fact it plagued his every thought, he brought it up. “Who’s is this?” Jack picked it up and then put it back down, walking back to the head of the table where Hannibal sat.

“Y/N’s.”

“Y/N Graham?” Hannibal chewed bitterly on his bite.

“They’re not married. And I don’t assume she would take his last name either,” Hannibal explained.

“What was she doing here?”

“Resting. The house brings back memories she would care to forget for the moment.” Jack nodded stiffly but it was clear his mind was wandering. Hannibal didn’t exactly stop his thoughts.

Jack sat down to eat breakfast.

You looked in the mirror. You were trying to figure out if you should go see Hannibal. If you should confront him about the whole cannibalism thing that Will was going on about that you were pretty sure he was right about. You could stay home, contemplate the fact that you had likely eaten a person. Or maybe just think of the fact you had killed a person for sure.

The phone rang. You picked it up on the first ring out of habit as you put down your hair brush.

“Hello?”

There was a long pause and you weren’t sure what to think of it. Your mind had finally caught up with your hands which had picked up the call thinking nothing of it.

“I have trouble telling you this over the phone or talking to you one on one period,” Jack Crawford started. You raised an eyebrow at yourself in the mirror and leaned against the bathroom counter. Your mind jumped to the worse.

“Is Will okay?” you asked, voice weak.

“He’s fine.” You let out a breath of relief.

“Good that’s good. What is it then?” There was another pause.

“I know Beverly and you were friends. She was just found dead this morning by Freddie Lounds.” Your breath caught in your throat. You and Bev didn’t know each other that well but you had always been friendly. In fact, she was usually on your side about Will. You couldn’t help but wonder if Hannibal had something to do with this. “That’s not all.”

“Oh?”

“Will wants to see her body in person. He’s coming to the observatory now.” You tapped your toe on the bathroom floor.

“And?”

“If you were to show up I wouldn’t exactly kick you out.” You nodded.

“You know what Jack, maybe you aren’t as bad as I thought.”

“Don’t hold your breath.”

When you pulled up to the observatory mostly everyone was already there. You got out of the car and approached the crime scene tape. Someone started to stop you and then when they noticed who you were stepped aside eagerly. You supposed that having the reputation as the girlfriend of the Cheaspeake Ripper was getting around.

You saw Will be wheeled into the observatory and you caught Jack’s eye. He nodded at you and you nodded back. You saw Freddie Lounds standing outside, taking pictures of Will but you didn’t have the energy to fight her. It was going to get out either way.

You walked into the observatory and Beverly was there, sliced into different pieces. The room was empty except her, Jack, you and Will. You walked up and stood beside Jack as he started to take the restraints off of Will.

Will turned to you.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, voice raspy.

“Jack asked me to come. In so many words,” you said with a small smile. Jack stood between you and Will but Will was glad you were there. He wasn’t sure if he could do this one. If it was who he thought it was that killed Beverly this was going to be very close to home.

Will pushed past Jack and hugged you.

He hadn’t hugged you in so long. It felt like a breath of fresh air to both of you. His curls felt better against your face than anything you had ever felt. You let him go after a moment and gave him a nod of encouragement.

Jack watched the two of you and he saw the numbness leave Will’s eyes for a moment. Just the two of you and Jack knew that you truly believed Will hadn’t done anything bad in his life.

Will stepped forward and started to do his thing while you and Jack stood in silence.

You sat across the table from Will.

“This is the privacy room,” Will said simply.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean Chilton can’t hear us.” You gave him a look.

“Will you’re in cuffs. Although I can’t say I’ve never though-” “Not like that,” he said with a small smile on his face. “I mean I can really talk to you and you can tell me exactly what happened in that judges room,” Will said. You were surprised to hear that. You didn’t want to talk about it. In fact you wanted to forget about it entirely.

“You first,” you muttered.

“I talked to Gideon.”

“You what?”

“And I’m giving Freddie rights to my story so that she can send the person who killed the bailiff a message.”

“Will Graham!” You shook your head. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“It’s all going to make sense. I think,” Will explained. You stared at him, hard. “Are you going to talk to Hannibal?” he questioned.

“You’re asking a lot of me right now,” you said through a small laugh. “I don’t know.” Will tried to reach your hand but the cuffs stopped him. You met him halfway.

“You know he killed Beverly,” he said quietly so the guards wouldn’t hear. “I can’t...let that happen to you.” You nodded.

“It won’t.”

You weren’t sure how you knew that. But you weren’t going to let it happen.

You stepped into Hannibal’s office. He was sitting at his desk, reading on his tablet. He looked up, surprised to see you.

“How have you been?” he asked as you walked inside. You stared at Hannibal and wondered if you should confront him. Perhaps it would be better to pretend you didn’t know. But you did know. And that was a problem your mind couldn’t overcome.

“As well as can be expected,” you said honestly.

“Did you sleep well?” You swallowed hard and shrugged. Hannibal noticed the way you were acting immediately. He may not know you as well as Will but he knew body language better than both of you. “Are you alright?”

You nodded and walked over to the table. You sat on top of it and had a sudden sense of dejavu of having sat there during Will’s sessions. That felt like a lifetime ago.

“I’m fine,” you promised. “I was wondering if I could come back to work.” He let out a surprised sigh.

“Do you think that’s the best idea?”

“I want to. I need something to do.” He nodded simply.

“I suppose. If you want to.”

“I want to,” you said quietly.

Hannibal gave you a look and you gave him one back. It wasn’t that hard to forget that he was a supposed cannibal murderer.

You were sitting in Hannibal’s office alone when Alana and Jack burst in. You raised an eyebrow, surprised. First day back and Jack Crawford was already coming to bother you.

“Is Hannibal here?” Alana asked.

“No he’s swimming. Why?” They shared a look and you stood up from where you were sitting, trying to focus on work.

“Do you know where?”

“Yes.”

“Take us. Now.”

You ran into the pool where Hannibal worked out. You were worried out of your mind. Alana explained to you in the car that Will had sent the killer of the bailiff to kill Hannibal and it was too much to unpack in the moment of worry that you were going through.

You couldn’t believe Will would do that but if he was angry enough he must have. You should have seen it when you went to see him. You should have seen it and done something about it.

You ran to the back door and Jack swung it open but you were in front of him. You didn’t have any weapons or anything, all you had was your foolproof worry.

Your eyes landed on Hannibal who was teetering back and forth on a bucket. You gasped and Jack ran in front of you.

“He’s got a gun!” Hannibal yelled, choking on the noose his neck was tied around. Before you knew it Jack had shot the guard but the guard kicked the bucket Hannibal was standing on. You screamed and ran over, quickly trying to take Hannibal’s weight so that he could breath.

“Call the cops!” Jack yelled at Alana as he walked over. Jack reached up and took the noose off of Hannibal so he fell on top of you. You sat up and looked him over quickly for any immediate injuries.

Hannibal looked in your eyes and knew that you had been worried beyond belief and despite the fact Will had sent someone to kill him you were worried about Hannibal. You put your hand on his cheek, worriedly looking him up and down and Hannibal couldn’t help but smile weakly.

2x06

#hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter imagines #will graham x reader #will graham imagines #will graham x reader x hannibal lecter #hannibal lecter x reader x will graham

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SS Chapter 18 & 19

Whew, felt like it took a long time to reach this next chapter. Life's been busier than usual lately, but here we are.

Spoilers possibly up until Silver Snow Chapter 18 (and other routes around the same time).

Pre-Battle 18

Should I tag this as Verdant Wind spoilers since they basically follow the same plot? Only slightly kidding.

We storming the capital now! Woot! Is Edelgard really going down in one freaking chapter though?

Are they finally going to acknowledge that Byleth's marching to chop down his former student? Because so far he's felt exactly nothing about Edelgard. Not regret, not longing, not horniness, not anger, not vengeance. It's like she's some faceless evil emperor he's never meant before for all the emotional impact their former relationship's had in part 2 so far.

ARE WE GONNA GET RHEA BACK SOON??? Please. I want to see what role she's going to play. There's still so much I don't know about her.

Ok, seeing the map, I don't see Edelgard, but I do see both Hubert and the Death Knight despite defeating them a million times already.

They really shouldn't let us fight the Death Knight so many times if they wanted him to come across intimidating. Even early on, Lysithea with Dark Spikes and Dimitri with a horse killer weapon just melt him. Maybe it's harder on Maddening.

Battle 18

Ugh, I hate split maps. No, Seteth, I don't want to split up.

Hubert sounds so sinister. OMG I love him. He doesn't care - at all - that there were his former classmates.

So Lysithea nuked the Death Knight into another dimension . . . again. Is he dead for real this time? Because it seemed official this time. Finally.

Oh, unique dialogue with Hubert and Ferdinand. The drama. Too bad his Boltings have a 0% hit chance on Ferdinand.

Now time to waste Hubert's second Bolting.

LAMO that Imperial Soldier lady also has Bolting, but Linhardt just waited her out. She did a total of 1 damage to him lol. She's got 5 though and that's annoying, so Petra just took her out.

Having Byleth finish Hubert off since I bet there's more unique dialogue.

Hubert threatening Byleth. Name a more iconic duo.

OMG Byleth' gaunlets broke lamo. Guess someone else will actually finish Hubert.

Wow, Hubert's generic dialogue "not even death will make you consequential." Told that to poor Bernie. Still took an arrow to the face though.

And seems like he's dead-dead this time.

Does he always give you a Goddess Icon when he dies. Because that's funny if he does.

Oh - MVP Petra! She deserves it. She's really catching up to Ferdie and Sylvain. It's just - she never dodges like Ferdinand does, and can't take the punishment Sylvain does.

Post-Battle 18/Pre-Battle 19

WAIT - WAIT - WAIT - WAIT. DEDUE. DEDUE IS HERE? MY BOY? HE'S HERE. WHY IS HE HERE? 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Yeah, wtf is he doing in Enbarr?

Oh - Dedue here's for Edelgard's blood. Nice.

Does this mean I get to use Dedue????

Holy shit, Dedue. He infiltrated Enbarr and gathered intell?

What a champ.

Dedue is low-key the best spy in this game guys. Gathered intel to help an invading army take a castle literally under Edelgard's and Hubert's noses and let's not forget how he broke Dimitri out of prison.

Dedue 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

And Rhea's inside! We get to see Rhea AND Dedue again.

Wait, why is Dedue leaving me? No 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Don't worry Dedue. In another playthrough, I am pampering you and Dimitri and in the next one, you two are getting married pairing up.

I'm guessing we're not going back to Garreg Mach between these battles? Because that would be - eh - make no sense.

Oh, so now we have the "I don't want to kill Edelgard" or "Can we walk the same path as her." Why are those two my only options though? Where's the "fuck yeah" option? It's way more fun to embrace the kill 'em all thing. Except Dimitri and Dedue because my heart

Ok, Caspar, you're forgiven for your CF nonsense calling Edelgard out.

Why is Seteth always lying to me? He keeps saying "I'll leave it in your hands." But then doesn't and yells at me.

Battle 19

Ok. I decided I'm playing these two back-to-back.

Does Verdant Wind do this too? Fight Hubert and the Death Knight, then jump straight to Edelgard, no month in-between?

Because it if it does - it's going to take forever to get to Azure Moon, because, unfortunately, I won't be able to play this game for close to a month after this because of work and other stuff.

Mannnn, I am NOT looking forward to this map with my VW gang. In SS, my Sylvain, Ferdinand, and Petra are all super reliable. And Lysithea can nuke anything. No one in my VW gang is as good as any of those four (though, Claude has gotten more speed lately - thank the stars).

OMG DEDUE IS BACK. HE came, but he's green. WHYYYYY.

So . . . does Dedue have unique battle dialogue with Edelgard? She's all that's left and he's marching towards her. I think I'm going to test this. I'd laugh my butt off if he crit and killed her.

No unique dialogue, but it feels good letting Dedue get a hit on here. I get Dedue could kill her. I could just keep healing him, and she's got no one left. Should I do it guys?

I think I'm going to do it.

I'll let Byleth peck at her with his puny magic damage so I can get that dialogue, and then Dedue's killing Edelgard next round probably.

LAMO Sothis is a false Goddes, but like, she's living in Byleth's head so. We know she's not false.

Oh, well, Edelgard crit Dedue. So I just reset things and my ever reliable Lysithea nuked Edelgard onto another planet, as she does.

Weird she and Lysithea got unique dialogue though.

Ohhh cut scene. Why does Edelgard have a sword though?

Why is Edelgard asking Byleth to kill her? I guess it makes sense. He was her teacher here.

She does know all these people are killing each other because of her, right?

Oh, wow, he just lopped her head off. That's maybe as badass as when Byleth just offed Randolph (or however you say his name). I'm legit impressed the game didn't milk that harder.

Though they did that "I wanted to walk with you line . . ." Which . . . I'll take it. That's not too bad. She did, but what a twisted path she's walking.

I'm a bit conflicted about her death here though. It seemed kind of . . . weird? I expected Edelgard, from the way she talks in CF, to do down fighting. Not pleading to "my teacher" on her knees and panting.

MVP Lysithea. Guess landing that last hit on Edelgard motivated her.

Post-Battle 19

Are we finally gonna see Rhea?

Why did Hubert right us a letter?

Oh, it's about those mage people. And they want revenge. How original. If they're the enemies of all of Fodlan, why did you fight with them? Like why not take them out, then Rhea, who doesn't . . . you know . . . want to destroy the world?

Hubert and Dedue the real MVPs of this route though.

I can't with the name "those who slither in the dark" though. How lame.

Seteth said "kill every last one of them" though.

RHEA. REAH's BACK. 😭😭

And her hair is down! She looks pretty. She looks sickely though.

Oh, we going to learn some stuff now?

I don't remember who Nemesis is. So he's a grave robber. And a genocider. Wonderful. So is that when Seteth's wife died? Or?

I'm guessing we don't get playable Rhea, though I bet someone would've told me already if we did, because she's in such poor shape.

Now we get to kick the people's ass who killed Jeralt?

RHEA IS COMING WITH US

OMG Caspar wants to carry Rhea on his back 😂and then Dorothea has to point out how that might not work for our short king.

No one really mentioned Edelgard and Hubert dying though. Maybe in the monastery?

Guess I'll find out later. Now to go play these exact same maps, but with the Golden Deer!

#fire emblem 3 houses #fire emblem three houses #silver snow #dedue molinaro #rhea

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atopearth · 3 years

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Collar X Malice: Unlimited Part 7 - Adonis Route

Honestly, I find the way Ichika joined Zero's side to be pretty iffy even back then in the original game, so I kinda hoped something like Kazuki dying would have changed here but I guess not.. I feel sorry for Kazuki that they reconciled but she still ended up joining Adonis alongside Akito, it must be a pretty big shock having to deal with that. (EDIT: guess he is gone..) Ichika being at the top and training people in marksmanship and stuff is very interesting lol. She looks all right with short hair but yeah, I agree with Zero, I liked the long hair more. Anyway, Zero wants her to find out if there's a traitor amongst them before the next X-Day (since the one 2 years ago failed) in 30 days. Anyway, it seems like you go through each of the Adonis' executors' stories so that's interesting. I'm just going to go from the ones I least like to the ones I like the most haha, and then leave Mikuni for last I guess. Well, Hana's story first then~

Kobayashi Hana

I guess Hana is as bright as ever. I quite enjoy seeing her try and dress Ichika up and make her cuter lol. On the other hand, seeing her mercilessly cut through that panda cake was pretty hilarious. One thing I enjoyed insight into was hearing that Hana has been avoiding going to Isshiki's concerts to avoid causing any trouble to them with the police just in case they come to crash it because of her or something. Honestly, I was pretty impressed. Like, she's always been pretty selfish, and she's always prioritised her love for Isshiki above everything, but to see that she could stop herself to protect him was nice in its own way. Even though she's a pretty ruthless killer, and even though she's obsessed with Isshiki, I guess she does think things through a bit so that Isshiki won't ever have to suffer because of her. Hmm Ichika seemed to reminisce about Kazuki, does that mean he died? Anyway, these investigations are short? Are they really just segments of story for Ichika to become friends with each person? Lol. I mean, Ichika literally did nothing but talk about random stuff with Hana lol. I actually find it rather endearing that Hana and Ichika can fight so openly about their feelings and understand that they actually do want the best for each other, it's kinda nice how they became good friends under such circumstances.

Soda Manabu

Honestly, I kinda wish we could just pick one character and continue until the investigation completes because it's sooo annoying having to press on each one like 7 times just to get a couple of lines of story each time Zzz. Anyway, gotta admit Ichika is pretty judgmental towards Soda, and actively tries to "fix" him and thinks what he does is "wrong", which is pretty annoying tbh. Just because she doesn't understand games, she thinks it's useless to Adonis, and then judges him for his eating habits? Lol. Anyway, at least she tried playing his game though lol, and even got lessons from him haha. I see, I can understand why Ichika would go to Zero for "revenge" but not sure about the "sadness" thing if that's what she's going for tbh. Losing Yanagi, Enomoto, Shiraishi, Okazaki and Kazuki is a big hit and I can understand it shattering her world, but going to Adonis is basically breeding everything that killed everyone important to her. Anyway, Sasazuka's pained voice telling Ichika not to go to Adonis really hurt. I'm sure he's really hurting over the fact he didn't notice the weapons that ended up killing everyone, alongside survivor's guilt of being the only one who survived out of the group, and then now not even being able to stop Ichika from going over to the other side.. It's painful to see. Anyway, lmao, Soda is probably a tamer little brother than Kazuki. His words are harsh but you can tell he only talks like that to protect himself, so any time he swears, I don't bother taking him seriously, he's a hurt little kid. It's cute how Ichika mixed his hated eggplants into the gratin and he didn't even notice, but he ate the whole thing happily🤣 He's so adorable lmao, especially when his face went red and he told her he'd eat her stuff again (even though she shouldn't hear it), and then he ran off🤣

It seems like Soda regrets his actions much more than I initially thought. He was able to get revenge, but now he's even more scared of death because of what he had done, and now he's just in this never-ending cycle of fear, needing to have Zero's power to protect himself, doing his bidding so that he won't die, but at the same time being so scared of his life that the only time he probably feels "safe" is when he plays his games. I love how happy he was when Ichika gave him a SS tier rare item and he put it on, locked it and kept it in a special box🤣 That's so cuteee. Definitely enjoyed Soda's mini part more than I thought hahaha, he's such a cute little kid, which makes it kinda sad lol. Soda blowing up and getting mad at Ichika for playing solo and saying she didn't need connections when she made him realise he wanted to start building connections because of her was really...heartwarming. Soda gave up on people and a lot of things thinking that he could never have them because that's how it was considering how people are, but he changed his mind after Ichika so insistently barged into his life, and now to say that it's practically useless would be extremely hurtful to him. I was really impressed with Soda, and I'm happy that he even told Ichika that she can rely on him more, he's such a sweet boy🥲

Uno Suzune

Lmaooo poor Shion, the woes of a big brother. I found it hilarious how Suzune would give him the green peas she doesn't like even though Shion hates them too, definitely something siblings would do🥲 I superrrr agree with Suzune about handwriting diaries instead of writing a blog! I mean, I have both obviously, but I definitely have different feelings when I read my blog and when I read my writing in my diary. Through my blog, I can easily read my exact thoughts and get to the gist of what I'm talking about, but with my diary, I can see stuff like when I started getting tired of writing, when I felt like changing my pen, and a lot of other feelings that can't be seen or portrayed properly in a typed blog, and yes, the memories of me writing all this usually comes back better when I've written it, mainly because I either say it in the entry or because I can actually remember sitting there and putting time into writing about my life/day.

Guess Suzune's pretty yandere for her brother if any kind of possible romantic interest from Ichika gets her other self to come out and threaten her about it lol. Anyway, it's cute how she’s starting to kinda think of Ichika as a big sister. Suzune willingly taking Ichika to Shion and calling Ichika Chi-chan is probably the biggest improvement you can get considering she could stab you as the worst case hahha. Well, Suzune was definitely cuter than I thought and seeing her so vulnerable, shy but wanting to protect Shion and getting out of her shell for him was sweet. Are there endings for each executor? Well, anyway, Suzune saying she would be sad if anything happened to Ichika was really sweet.

Sugawara Rika

Lmao, I forgot Sugawara is obsessed with Zero, this is going to be fun I guess. It's kinda funny that getting a 50,000 yen strawberry entices her lol, I'm surprised Zero approved it as an expense, like dang, can I have one too, I'm curious lol. Lmao when Sugawara wanted to keep the strawberries as a memento instead of eating it😂 She should have been convinced when Ichika said it'll become a part of her hahahah. LOL when Sugawara started lecturing Ichika about dressing better in front of Zero, and then tried to get her makeup to make her look better, but then Ichika runs away😂

Okay, I loved the girls dress up night with Hana, Ichika and Sugawara. It was so funny how they started arguing about what Ichika should wear and then became fast enough friends to recommend each other stuff and then wear it for fun. I loveee that they had a CG for their new outfits because they're all so pretty, I love them! I think Hana's is my favourite because it's so simple but cute in a different way from her usual. I guess it's kinda cute how in Hana's investigation, Hana focuses on Ichika's clothing fashion, but Sugawara takes it further or I guess mainly focuses on skincare, makeup and haircare haha. I guess it's nice that Sugawara is definitely much more open about standing up for herself and other women when it comes to men who try to objectify them or think of them as "lesser". She's become stronger. I think it's kinda sad to see that amongst all the other happy mini endings with the other executors, Rika's one with Ichika is actually pretty sad because it was through them bonding that Rika noticed Ichika's true intentions of revenge, and that's why they can never truly see eye-to-eye and be friends.

Ogata Tomoki

I guess I didn't expect Ogata to be the type to go to batting cages, but I even more didn't expect him to reserve sweets to make sure he can get them hahaha! It's nice that he enjoys wagashi though, I definitely should have tried it when I went to Japan, but I completely forgot😭 Aww, Ogata had such a sweet daughter! Whenever his wife wasn't looking, she would eat his hated tomatoes for him! Such a kind kid😭 I've never heard of monaka before, so I googled it and they look nice!! Kinda like an ice cream sandwich but not with ice cream and has red bean paste and other stuff inside I guess? I would totally eat it. Lmaoo at Ichika's impression of the typical salaryman😂😂 It's true though, I can't imagine Ogata going home to watch comedy shows with a beer in his hand🤣 Aww it was so cute how Ogata did an impersonation of a character in a drama because he got so used to doing it for his daughter. But lmao at Ichika though, telling him what he can improve on since Adonis might have end of the year parties he could use it for, imagine a bunch of terrorists partying for something so normal like the end of the year hahah😂😂

It's actually really sad how Ogata feels like he can't be a father anymore because he knows that he prioritises his current ideals and dreams more than his daughter. And I guess considering how long they've been separated and how much he has changed, it would probably feel awkward to try and be a normal father, but I guess at least through Ichika's encouragement, he's willing to try and reply to his daughter's letter of wanting to meet him. I think the reason why I've always liked Ogata is because he doesn't regret his actions. Like, he knows that he's killed people and that's why he doesn't want to see his family and get them involved with what he's doing right now, because he knows the gravity of his actions. But at the same time, his hatred for Fujii, the police and the whole mistaken arrest that led to such injustice for him and changed his whole perspective on life is something he can't let go of, and that's why it led him to Adonis and to fulfill his "new" ideals. He knows it's a path that will not necessarily have a "good ending" but he's willing to sacrifice everything for it, and I think that's what makes me attracted to his character. Anyway, LMAO at how insistent Ichika was on seeing young Ogata with a buzzcut playing baseball, absolutely hilarious when she was ready to tie him up with a rope and search his room😂😂 It's pretty sad to see that Ogata wanted to be like Isshiki and save people with his justice without faltering in this cruel world but he just wasn't able to do it because hatred was what fuelled him to move forward and not forgiveness or hope. But I'm glad he encouraged Ichika to listen to Isshiki's song and hear Kazuki's guitar, because seeing Ichika show her emotions again, even if just a little bit was nice...

Uno Shion

Aww, it's cute how much Shion cares about Suzune, but also so cute how he's embarrassed to say he likes chocolate🤣 It's nice that he's more cooperative than Suzune I guess hahaha. I never expected Shion to like to paint though, that's interesting. Anyway, it's pretty sad to think that the "outside world" was much more unforgiving to the Uno siblings, and that it was only after they joined this terrorist organisation did they get to feel safe and secure that they have shelter and food without people going crazy on them. In that sense, it's understandable how much more comfortable Adonis would be for them. Aww Shion and Suzune getting excited over a chocolate cake is so adorable. Them saving up to buy a home for themselves is so heartwarming, it makes me really want to cheer for them. I'm dying from how cute they are trying to feed Ichika the chocolate cake too because they really like her and think she's really kind like their mother was before. Shion buying a cheese tart for both Ichika and Suzune was sweet, she's like a part of his thought process when buying stuff for his sister hahaha. Lol when he just shoved it into her mouth instead of giving it to her like a normal person🤣 Lmaoo when Shion drew a portrait of Ichika stuffing herself with cheese tart🤣 To think that Shion was so serious about drawing that he's actually thinking about a future with it after the X-Day stuff..it’s so endearing.

Sera Akito

It must be difficult for both Akito and Ichika to talk to each other. Just seeing each other's faces would make them remember the past and compare it to the present, making their whole encounter just...painful to watch. It's so like Akito to hide that he dislikes shiitake mushrooms so that it wouldn't inconvenience Ichika and make her remove it from the cooking menu. Lmaooo at Akito being so scared of bugs, enough that Ichika has to call cockroaches dark fairies to make him feel more at ease🤣 I'm sure Akito must be hurting too, but his consideration for Ichika above himself really makes my heart feel so warm. Awww, my heart swooned when Akito said his ideal type was Ichika! If only there was an Akito route~ Anyway, I didn't expect Akito and Soda to really interact but lmaoo at Soda having spent millions of yen on in-game stuff, Soda is right though, gacha rates are cruel😭😭 Aww, it was so cute how honest Soda was about wanting to have defeated the boss with Akito instead of dumping him and killing it himself, since what Soda values is playing together with other people. So, Kazuki was stabbed by a guy who was influenced by Adonis into taking revenge against his bullies or something, and I guess Kazuki was killed when he tried to step in? Honestly, I feel terrible for Akito. He was already feeling doubts and guilt over getting revenge for his sister, but after experiencing Kazuki's death, he must hate his choice for joining Adonis even more than before. It honestly broke my heart to see Akito break down like that not knowing how he could atone for his sins in causing Kazuki's death. His heartwrenching screams really cut me and made me tear up from all the pain Akito must have been bottling up all this time. Akito will always be my favourite side character, I think his pain, his feelings and his emotions were portrayed so well.

Sanjo Keisuke

Aww, Sanjo's favourite food being ramen is very him, kinda hahaha. I can't imagine a 7kg bowl of ramen and having to finish that in 30 minutes😱 On the other hand, Sanjo being into arcades is kinda unexpected, lmaooo at Ichika thinking he would play the crane games😂 I didn't think about the fact that Ichika is a former cop just like him now, I wonder how he feels about that or whether he even cares😅 Lmao at Sanjo seriously answering Ichika what his type of woman is and then even describing the body shape with sound effects😂 I can't believe Ichika just tickled Sanjo and made him laugh like crazy, I would have liked to see that😆😆 I think it would have been so nice if Ogata was Sanjo's boss, I feel like their values and ideals of justice back in the day would have matched well since Sanjo probably desired something "pure" back in the day and hoped to be a part of an organisation that helped people, and Ogata was always helping people already, so they would have worked well together. It's just sad that they both got betrayed by their ideals of what the police should have been to them and others.

The idea that you can't feel any fear because you don't value your life is a pretty interesting and saddening thought. Maybe because I get that feeling sometimes. I agree with Sanjo, Zero definitely doesn't truly care about those ideals of saving the weak that he keeps spouting, he's not like Mikuni, and that's also imo the reason why Zero believes that he and Mikuni will never truly understand each other. Ichika and Sanjo eating ramen together is so cute lol.

Mikuni Rei

Lmao at Zero calling Mikuni an old man for liking fish, disliking carbonated drinks and other junk food because they're not nutritional hahaha. Otherwise, nothing much to say tbh, Mikuni has always been a rather bland character to me? I like him, but at the same time I don't because even though it's interesting to see that he actually has "noble" goals compared to Zero, the fact is that Mikuni as he himself said has been told that he's a "saviour" of sorts, and I think that really exemplifies the type of person Mikuni is. Someone who believes that he can and wants to "save" people in his own way as if he is someone above them all, but at the same time, he is very apparently flawed exactly because he is like that. He's not someone who truly understands the people "below" him and he also doesn't seem to perceive that as something that can be helped, and that's why even though his goals are "noble", he's not really noble at all. But it doesn't really change the fact that Mikuni is kind in his own way though. Mikuni eating shrimp crackers is so cute😂

Saeki Yuzuru

To be honest, I've always liked the chill policeman Saeki, and I personally think Zero likes that version of himself too. I feel like he always enjoyed just talking about stuff with Ichika during their drinking charades, and had fun visiting her. But at the same time, I feel like because of the existence of Adonis and Mikuni, Zero never really allowed his negative emotions to be "accepted" in order for him to move on, so instead it just continued piling up inside to the point of indifference towards the world and others imo. Anyway, it's sad, seeing Zero and Mikuni happily play chess together. They really look like two brothers just having fun in their own way. Hearing them say that they've been doing this since they were kids makes it all the more saddening when they realised that despite how "close" they were to each other, they never really understood each other. In a sense, I feel like in the end, both Mikuni and Zero use Adonis as a way to get the things they want and feel like it's one of the only ways they can do it? I mean, I do feel like Mikuni treasures his relationship with Zero more than Adonis or anything else, because when it comes down to it, I feel like he tries really hard to understand Zero by trying to see things from his perspective and hanging out with Ichika, the one that Zero thinks understands him best and the one Zero likes the most. On the other hand, Zero seems to use Adonis as a way for revenge of his mother and as a way to vent those emotions and scars he got, but at the same time Adonis also granted him Mikuni (a brother), and it gave him opportunities and power.

Zero definitely loves Ichika in an obsessed way, probably the only way he thinks he can love someone, since he doesn't want to become "weak" like his mother was. So if he felt anything like love, he would prefer it to be a love that would destroy him, because in a sense I think I can understand that sentiment of wanting the person you love to solely focus on yourself and no one else, whether that is hatred or whatever emotion doesn't matter, because being the entire focus of someone else's is a sort of "love" to enjoy, so I don't blame Zero for his twisted "love" lol. Especially since you can tell how much he has always enjoyed his after work beers and just chatting with Ichika. I quite enjoyed their little date walking around reminiscing the past and discovering new things they missed out on, now I really want to eat crepes🥲 The ending where Ichika kills Saeki is pretty sad though. Seeing Saeki the most relieved and happy he has ever been is probably what made me kinda happy for him though. He still sucks, but like Ichika said, I can't hate him, because it was true that he did reduce the sadness of many (whilst creating sadness for many others too though) and at the core, he was like in a sense a guy who consumed so much sadness from everywhere around him, always in pain, always sad despite his appearance, and thinking that makes it difficult for me to truly hate him.

Overall, I like the Adonis route! Initially, I was a bit sceptical whether it was really necessary and whether it would be interesting at all but I really loved bonding with all the executors. Seeing more of the human and emotional sides, seeing them warm up to Ichika and become friends with her really made me enjoy the "what could never be" part of it all. I think I especially loved Akito's because of how emotional it was tying into Kazuki and everything. But I also really enjoyed seeing the different sides of all of them. It really makes me wish Ichika got an individual route with like Akito and Sanjo and Ogata because I loveee them🥲🥲

Overall Review

I definitely enjoyed CxM: Unlimited much more than I thought I would! In the beginning, Sasazuka and Okazaki's routes kinda made me wonder whether I really wanted to continue this, but I'm so glad I got through them because I enjoyed Enomoto's, Yanagi's and Shiraishi's routes a lot! If I ranked them, I probably liked Shiraishi's the most, then Yanagi, Enomoto, Okazaki and then Sasazuka. It's definitely what I wanted in a fandisk, which is more fluffy romance and just bonding with all the guys even more, and I absolutely loveeee the potential romances with Yoshinari and Minegishi, they were so unexpectedly nice. Definitely no plot but that's okay since it's a fandisc and I think it fulfilled really well what its goal was when it comes to more romance in the story haha. 8/10! I'm definitely going to miss the characters, I'm so attached to Enomoto and them lol.

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