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HHP - Chapter 19 MDNI 18+

Heyo! So this is not at all proofread, idk why my word doc would not pull up so i literally just typed this entire thing inside the post box as i was answering asks and responding to comments. so if you see mistakes, you know what to do. So believe it or not, this is part of the storyline that i had developed a long time ago, just waited until the right time to post it, and now the time has finally come. it's about to get interesting yall, but i promise, it will all be great. ;)

Warnings: smut....dry humping, theres some.....idk what it would be called but lets just say heethan and you get rather artistic in this chapter (you'll see what i mean) and of course lots of posessive, obsessive, aggressively protective behaviors from our man heethan, there is mentions of murder, deaths, torture, and serial killings.

"Its still so gloomy out today." you remarked as you traced the rain drops that slid down on the window, watching from your perched position on Heeseung's bed.

"I know pretty girl, we can go fishing when the weather gets better. i promise." Heeseung remarks as he takes a moment to relax back in his chair after hearing your disdain for the weather, crossing his arms as he leans back and breaks away from his work on the laptop, admiring your melancholy poise.

"How pretty.....even when she's unhappy...."

Feeling drowsy from the dampened mood of the weather, you lay down in a slight fetal position on the bed, playing with a piece of your hair as you twirled your fingers around the slight bit of the wave that was ingrained in the structure of each strand.

Smirking as he admired the way you laid, he rolls the chair closer towards the bed and reaches up over the corner of the desk. Propping his elbow on the surface, he takes a separate piece of your hair and brings it up to admire it as his chin rests in his palm.

Rubbing the strands together, you felt the levitation of the piece he grabbed onto and laid motionless as he took a moment or two to shift the the silky fibers together between his thumb, index, and middle finger.

"So pretty......amazing....right down to the very last inch and strand of her...."

Sighing, you end up drifting off to a light sleep as he kept his gaze on your hair, before transitioning down to your sleeping face and your resting body.

"So damn beautiful......and all mine.....forever."

Getting up, he quietly pushes the chair back as he walks over to the edge of the bed, and sits down beside you. Leaning in, he closes the distance greatly as he leaves just a few inches between your faces. Admiring in close view, he takes note of every bit of freckle, skin texture, lash hair, and the contours of each feature on your face.

"Almost as if she was made just for me. She makes me so happy....just having her all to myself.....its blissful.......I want it that way forever.....y/n be mine and only mine....okay? pretty baby...you'll always be safe next to me.....only with me. Let's go far away from here.....away from the world.....lets be together, just you and me."

.........

You woke up an hour later, greeted by Heeseung as he finished up his work. The two of you discussed options for dinner, considering it was still raining outside, you both opted to stay in and order take out.

" You want Chinese or pizza?" he asks while he admits a prolonged stretch in his chair, wrapping up the last of his paperwork.

"Lets do Chinese." you softly responded back as you take your phone to browse through the menu options.

"Oh, I have alot of text messages..." you spoke aloud, merely noting the amount of unread messages from your group study chat.

"From?" Heeseung didn't move at all from his relaxed and leaned back position, his hands remained atop his head with his fingers interlocking together, resting gently on the surface of his cap, which he kept on. From the way he was seated and leaned back into the chair, his gaze appeared to glare down at you as he displayed a somewhat emotionless countenance, yet his eyes were the only feature that spoke...and it expressed stern concern, distaste, and a rise of disapproval. Though it all flew over your head as you kept your sights on your phone to catch up on the content from the chat.

"The group study. They were talking about something that our study leader mentioned, I guess he's trying to coordinate another session." you remarked as you typed in your responses in the chat.

"Hmm...." he merely hums out as he continues to remain unmoved and forever staring your way, his eyes displaying heavy and lazy lids.

The lip piercing, which he had gotten recently while you were in class, had surprised you the other day upon you noticing the metal piece that decorated his bottom lip.

.............................

Collecting your materials into your satchel, you head over to the double doors and exit out of the building where your last class for the day was hosted.

There, before you nearly a hundred feet away, you saw his car as usual, with him standing by the passenger door, ready to receive you in his arms and to snuggle you into the front passenger seat, always next to him.

Everything was exactly how it was each and ever single day, yet the closer you got, you saw the glimmer of shine that appeared on his face. Giggling, you looked up underneath the shadow of his cap to look into his eyes as you remarked the new feature.

"Is this what you did today?" you softly stated as you lightly tapped on his bottom lip, next to the ring.

Chuckling, he faintly bit down on his lip as he shyly smiled and tilted his face downward before looking back up, rolling the flesh out from underneath the top row of teeth. "Yeeeeeah." he answers deeply.

"Cute. I like it." you winked as you gave a seemingly sultry smile, although it wasn't your intention, yet he always saw it that way, and as always, it drove him crazy in love just as it did the first time he saw you.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. What made you decide to get it?"

"Mmmm..." Smirking in his lips, he rolls his eyes around as he takes a moment of thought and answers. "No particular reason, I guess i just liked the way it looks."

You both chuckled as he places his hands on your waist and pulls you in for a kiss. The sensation of the metal gently pressing on to your own skin was something that didn't take long for you to get used, not with the way Heeseung and Ethan always kissed you.

"What about you princess? Hmm?....Any thoughts on getting piercings?"

You slightly raised your brows and reached up to lightly touch your earrings. "Other than the ones I already have? Mmmm....not sure.....maybe later on." you chuckled out.

"You have any idea what you might get when 'later on' comes around?" He softly speaks out, you couldn't help but take note of the way his smirk disappeared as he eyed you head to toe when he made his remark.

"I guess.....I dont know." you giggled. "I'd let you pick."

"Hmm? You'd let me pick? Huh.....mmmkay." He bites down on his lip, leaning his face closer to yours for a kiss. Yet right before your lips touched, he softly finishes his note. "I'll think about it." he gives you a quick kiss on the lips before he added, "but nothing on that beautiful face of yours. It stays as is, I'm keeping that."

Once he said his piece, he leans back in and fully envelops your mouth into an everlasting kiss.

You felt his hand reach up and cup the side of your face as you heard him suddenly shut the car door that he had held open for you.

Once closed, he continues to kiss you while he takes a step or two inward, causing you to step backwards until your back meets the car door. Never stopping, he continues to move in towards you, just until you were fully trapped, with your front side harshly pressed against his chest and groin muscles.

Slightly raising the hem of your skirt, he takes advantage of the vantage point. With you being cradled in between him and the car, and with everyone already gone, the parking lot and campus grounds was deserted with just you two left behind. Snaking both hands under, he slightly reaches under the material, caressing your outer thighs and buttocks.

A slight tap on the back of your thigh by his fingertips was his way in telling you to lift up your legs. He bends at the knees to lower himself just a few inches, allowing for him to loop his arms over and under each thigh, cradling your weight in levitation while resting your backside against the car.

Grinding and motioning his hips in circular motion, he dry thrusts upwards against your core muscles, constantly rubbing up against your barely clothed slit as he repeats it to a rhythmic momentum that caused you to moan aloud, right into his mouth.

Pausing for just a second, he barely breaks contact between the lips as he hazes a half lidded glare to you from his staggering height.

"Scream." was all he breathed out as he admitted small gasps for air, regaining the oxygen lost during the kiss.

Reuniting your lips with his, he bucks his hips upwards, smacking his fully clothed groin against your slit harshly and roughly, causing your body to jolt upwards in a vicious manner. It was so hard, the clip holding pieces of your hair falls loose, yet he never allows you to break free from the kiss.

Speaking in between the kisses he was devouring you with, he spoke with gritted teeth and a clenched jaw, displaying an aggressive and overly heated manner of affection.

"Yeah? You mine? You mine pretty baby?"

"Ugh....uh huh...."

Reaching up with one hand, he gently grips your neck as his thrusts maintained momentum. "Lets see if someone's gonna come save you from Heeeeeeeeeseuuuuung baby. Fucking scream."

Your body violently bumps up repeatedly from the assaulting thrusts he kept up with, causing your body to go numb and limp. You moaned and whimpered out his name, yet the moment he locked your lips with his, he went faster, harder, and sharper than before, it was right then and there, you found yourself screaming into his mouth, just like he wanted you to.

Clearing his throat upon seeing that you were invested in the group study chat, he rolls up to your legs as they lay hanging off the edge of the bed. Dialing the number on his phone, he reaches over and brushes his fingertips along the shin of your leg.

"Do you know what you want, sexy eyes?"

You chuckled at the new pet name. "Sexy eyes?" you giggled. He kept his gaze on his phone, but never failed to softly scoff a slight toothy side grin, all the while still brushing his fingers against your leg.

"Heh...yeah."

"A new pet name?"

He nods.

"Because your eyes are sexy as fuck and I love them. You know this." he remarks softly, still gazing at his phone.

You chuckled back and read off your order.

After dinner, you both enjoyed an evening of intimacy as you watched a new show and embraced one another, taking each other every other twenty minutes in a passionate kiss, intensely twirling your tongues, rubbing canines, and grinding your bodies together.

With him hovering over atop of you, your bodies were close....so close that the pressure and friction was dense with breathless desire as he reached for your breasts and slipped his hand under your shirt, cupping you while brushing his thumb over your nipple.

You gasped into his mouth, causing his grip to grow tighter, the sense of intense pressure took over in your chest.

Breaking from the kiss just momentarily, you saw his Ethan face emerge. Kissing the tip of your nose, he gazes into your eyes deeply as he rotates his groin against you, dry humping you into the bed as your body digs deeper against his movements.

"Yeah?" he breathes out as he hears your jagged and pleading moans. "You like being owned by Heeeeeeeeseuuuuuuung?" he added. You were too indebted to the feeling of passion and euphoria to catch how Ethan referred to himself as Heeseung instead of his own name. Yet, it wasn't until he started to undress you that he reflected his Ethan name as per usual.

"Come to me baby. Come to Ethan." he softly whispers out as he digs his groin into you, while you both lay in the nude.

Throughout the night, you both barely slept as Ethan took you over and over again, alternating between filling you up with his cum or spraying you with it as finished atop various regions of your body. The last session, he finished on your stomach, releasing on your belly button and the smooth surface of your skin. Once he experienced full release, he used the tip of his member to trace his essence all around your chest and breasts. Scooping up a bit of his ejaculation, he coats his shaft before re-inserting it inside you, and repeating, fucking some of his cum into your walls as he rests his thumb inside your mouth, coating your tongue with the same spew of seeds that he was filling you with.

"Take it every way you can baby, you're mine."

.......................

The next evening, the weather had turned out much better and clearer, so you both opted to go see a movie.

Once you had found your seats in the theater, you couldn't help but notice that a strange man who had been staring at you at the concession stand had found his way to seat a few rows behind you. While you took off your light jacket, and turned to place it over the head of your seat, you noticed the man appeared closer, moving down to be seated closer to yours. It shocked you and gave you an uneasy feeling, yet you weren't awfully worried considering you were with Heeseung, who unbeknownst to you, had noticed the man gawking over you way before you had taken notice.

After the movie finished, you both took your exit and started to walk back to the car. The number of parking spaces was limited, so Heeseung was forced to park at the very back, farthest away from the building. Cradling our waist with his arm, he leads you away.

You started to make your remarks about the movie, speaking of your favorite parts and how well you thought it had been put together. After a minute or two, you stopped talking when you noticed Heeseung's serious demeanor as he slowed his walk......all the way to a stop, pulling you up against his side, yet he remained facing forward. The cap hovered over his eyes as usual, yet the tilting of his chin caused it to hide away his beautiful black peepers, causing him to inherit that sinister look of his Ethan side. Suddenly, he finally spoke out in a dangerously low tone, directed towards someone that was within the vicinity of your presence, yet you had no idea.

"Are you just going to follow us? Or did you want to do things here?" Heeseung spoke out.

A confused look grew on your face, yet a slight tug at your waistline from his grip gestured for you to be silent the moment you had began to gasp out your words.

"I don't know who you are, but I know what you want. Just so you know, she's always by my side, so if you're thinking about following us....in hopes that I'll be dropping her off at a dorm.....I promise you....not only are you wrong....but I'd have you cut up before we reach my car." Raising his chin slightly, Ethan's sinister gaze revealed his traditional dark and sadistic smile.

The minor blood trail that fell from the outer corner of his mouth was from the harsh bite of his lower lip, something he did often when growing enraged or too excited. His toothy grin was stained with the blood as he slurped the blood ridden saliva, hissing between his teeth.

"You know......I wouldn't be opposed......to carving your eyes out.....or twisting your limbs off.......I killed before and I'll do it again.....because nothing takes her away.....or even thinks about it......so unless you feel like bleeding out tonight....." Ethan continued, speaking out into the open air, remaining stagnant with his gaze that stared off into the wide open sky. "I suggest......you take a good look at my face before you make your decision......" turning his face to reveal his side profile, he eyeballs a narrowed area from behind.

It was a few seconds after Ethan finished his remark, when you suddenly heard the bustling and brushing from the bushes.

It was that strange man from inside the theater.

With the brown jacket and his rather robust and yet tall frame, he scurried away from the foliage he took cover in, and ran off into the distance, away from you and Ethan.

Ethan didn't turn nor did he bother to look over to the man, instead, he turned his face forward. Once the foot steps faded out, signifying the man was far and gone away, Ethan pulled out his phone and searched for something on Google.

"What are you doing?......Ethan?" you inquired softly. He didn't answer, instead, he kept looking at his phone, typing in something and reading what appeared to be an article, from what you could see, which wasn't much considering he held his phone at an angle and closer to his face, away from your sight....almost as if he didn't want you to see it......

"Top articles...

Breaking news! Police discover yet another body of 22-year old local college female student.

Investigators and detectives are hard at work, committing every effort to tracking down and finding the man who is responsible for the growing number of disappearances and murders of local college students, whose bodies are found just days after they are reported missing. Bodies are found with evidence of torture and are mutilated beyond recognition, causing a delay for autopsy reports as pathologists are finding it difficult to configure what the exact cause of death was. Police have exposed that the through dental records, they were able to identify the deceased. It is encouraged for all women between the ages of 18 to 28 years of age, to take great precautionary measures when traveling alone, and to remain self aware and report any suspicious activities to local authorities, especially if these women are attending college, as most of the killer's victims were attending *your college name* university. The killer has been said to be seen at local malls, stalking campus grounds, and theaters. Police believe the man will spot, stalk and track his victims for days before kidnapping them. It is also been reported that the killer is a man between the ages of 40-50 years of age, with a hefty weight and stands at a height of 6'2. He is also said to dawn a brown camping jacket."

.....................

"Ethan?" you once again spoke, hoping to get an answer from him this time.

"What a fucking bother.....all of them.....they all want to take her.....they all want to do terrible things to her.....because she's like nothing they've ever seen before.......without me she would have been dead a long time ago.......why can't they just leave her alone.....why do they always try and test me?.....Dont they know?......Doesn't the whole world know that she is mine?....That she belongs to me.....That I will never let anything happen to her........Yet they always want to fucking come and breach the fires of Hell.......I fucking hate the world.....I hate all of them because of what they're always trying to do to her......how could anyone....want to kill or hurt something so beautiful....so rare.....so precious to me?"

"Babe?"

"Mmhmm?" Ethan remained staring at his phone as he finished his mental thought process.

"Is everything okay? Who was that man?"

"I dont know....but it's okay. He's not going to come around anymore." Tucking his phone in his pocket after reading the article, Ethan finally turns his gaze towards you. Reaching up, he brushes his fingers along your cheek as he commits to his, and Heeseung's, usual trait of tucking a piece of your hair away from your face.

"So pretty........its a gift....but also a curse...."

"W-what?" you raised a brow, confused by his remark.

"Your beauty......it draws the worst people sometimes....like that man....I'm just so glad you're mine....I wont let a thing hurt you."

"O-oh....thank you......." you stuttered, a bit confused still yet the gentle kiss he placed on your forehead reassured you that everything was fine, especially seeing how calm Ethan was now.

"Come on, our date's not over yet." Ethan smirks as he takes you to his car.

..................

He took you on a drive to the same farm land that he, or rather Heeseung, had brought you to after you both shared the morning after your first night together, Terres de Nice. It was just as beautiful at night as it was during the day.

The difference in the change of season was minor, the trees still had leaves but the hydrangeas were without flowers as the climate was breaching towards the cooler temperatures while it was finishing up with whatever remained of the autumn timeline.

He parked in a decent spot that had a beautiful gaze of the pasture with the various farm animals out laying and grazing, despite it being night. The moon was in clear view as well as every single star you could imagine.

With one intimate action leading to another, you both found yourselves in the backseat, with you sitting atop his lap as he rested his hands on your lower back. He flung your blouse and bra off, leaving only your skirt on, yet he made sure to slide your panties off as he straddled you on top of him. His hands gripped you on both sides of your waist, with his thumbs stroking your skin.

It was another night of passion and erotic fulfillment, with you bouncing up and down at a vigorous rate while he groaned and nibbled on our ears, neck, and breasts, taking in large inhales of the scent of your perfume simultaneously. He was like an animal, and he fucked you like one.

.....

"Tell me you like what I do to you...."

"I-I....ugh! I like it!"

"Now tell me you fucking love it."

"I....I love it! Ugh!"

"Keep fucking it baby...keep fucking it......you're doing so good.....you're making me so proud and happy."

......

He increased the speed and added more depth into his entry, causing you to go slightly light headed as you got fucked into oblivion by the strength of your man's vigorous thrusts.

"Oh my God....what is he doing to me?.....I....I can't......he's going to take my breath away....."

And he did. For each thrust he admitted inside you, your moans, gasps, and whimpers were at a default, refraining your oxygen intake as your body grew weak and shaky.

"Awww.....someone's about to cum..." He teasingly remarked as he drags the tip of his nose upwards along your neck, with you gaining height from sitting on his lap, his head remained eye level with your throat, yet that didnt' keep him from always looking up at your face, admiring how fucked out you were looking.

"Just can't stop cumming, can you?" he teases out once more, which propelled him to go even faster and more intense. The beat of your body jolting up and down was one to be greatly jealous of, along with the expression of your face. For the furrowed brows and the slight bit of pain graced on your features were the telling of the most intense pleasure from the man who displayed dominance that you have never experienced before. He was brutal, aggressive, loving, gentle, dominant, and soft. He was everything all into one.

"Are you a good girl? Hmm? Are you MY good girl, pretty baby?"

"Y...y-yes! Ugh! Ethan!"

"Yeah? You're my good girl? What do good girls get? What does the PRETTIEST girl get? Tell me."

"ugh!" you couldn't develop an answer as his relentless thrusts and the impact of his groin and balls slamming into your skin was bringing out the most valued pain and pleasure your body appreciated, causing you to scream.

"Yeeeeeah....good girls get fucked bad dont they?" He leans into your ear and whispers, "dont they?"

"E-Ethan!" you desperately gasped out.

"Yeeeeeeaaaaah.......fucking scream my name....."

His grip was merciless as his strength forcefully guided you to take in each thrust, causing you to tilt your face upward, facing the roof, nearly panting like a rabid dog from the immense sensation building up in your gut.

It was a feeling that became stronger....along with his performance...when you sensed the tension in his voice and demeanor....

"When?......When are you.....going to fucking understand....y/n?" he started, you could tell by the tone and the way each word came out, he said it with gritted teeth and a clenched jaw. "When are you going to fucking realize....that I love you.....that I am insanely in love with you....that I fucking am obsessed....with everything about you....that I think about you....every second of every single day.......and that I'm fucking bad......I'm a very bad man.....I'm a bad man because all I want to do....is to take you away.....and fuck you silly every single day......"

His pace increases. The intensity of his thrusts and his tight hold on you made you feel as if you were going to explode internally, the pleasure was too great.

"E-E-Ethan wait! Ethan! Ugh! Ethan please!" you whimpered uncontrollably, trying to plead with him as you began to suffer from the high tempo of his controlled movements, along with him moving your body the way he wanted you to move. Making you bounce as he lifted, pushed, pulled, and rolled your hips by the harsh grab he locked on to you.

Gritting his teeth once more, he presses them against the skin of your neck, causing his cap to slightly shift upward on his head as the strands of his hair were revealed to be plastered on his forehead from the little bit of sweat his body was producing. His black fitted tee was warm and the musk of his scent was pleasantly stuffy, with the open flannel that remained slightly rolled up on the sleeves, revealing his strong forearms, it was paired nicely with his straight blue jeans. He looked so casual, yet so handsome, but the aggressive tone of his manner in fucking you made him more appealing in both, a frightening and sensual way.

"When are you going to fucking understand?.....How much I fucking love you? How much more obvious can I make it....y/n?.....When are you going to fucking realize that I can't let you go.....that I can't fucking breathe....I can't THINK......SMILE......LAUGH.....AND LIVE.....WITHOUT YOU!" each word he emphasized, he committed to an offset tempo as he lifted you by your hips and slammed you down each time he issued his words, gritting his teeth more as he clenched his jaw, sounding frustrated, angry, and fed up. The slapping noise issued by the skin to skin contact overrides every audio sense inside the car at that very moment as your body jolts out sharp whimpers of painful pleasures as you succumbed to each hard thrust.

You dont know why he was being this way, did it have anything to do with that guy at the theater?

"When are you going to fucking accept......my fucking love......hmm?!.....When y/n?" His thrust goes in deeper, his speed goes faster, and his tip goes farther inside your walls.

"I"m not a fucking good man....I'LL NEVER BE GOOD AGAIN.......it's all your fault.......I'm a bad man...a very very bad man.....I fucking kill for you...I fucking destroy for you......I fucking do everything to protect you.......so fucking take it and stop fighting me....stop playing dumb with me......fucking take what I give and accept everything about me.....you fucking beautiful....BEAUTIFUL GIRL....my fucking girl. You just have to be so fucking pretty don't you? You just have to be SO. FUCKING. DAMN. BEAUTIFUL!"

At this point, he had you screaming as you begged for him to slow down, the pleasure was causing your body to shake violently, and the tears were coming down as you felt it pound you from inside against all your organs.

"Ethan! Oh my God Ethan please! Stop! T-too much! It's too much! Please-please just cum! I-I cant!"

"SHUT UP AND LET ME FUCKING LOVE YOU! DO WHAT I FUCKING TELL YOU!" with his teeth pinching against your skin, he growls while you screamed, drowning out his harsh groans as you both violently came at the same time. Your entire body trembling, and his hips gyrating, you noted the many instances where your sexual moments with both Heeseung and Ethan were intense, pleasurable, and painful.....yet this was the first where it was too much.....the flow of your euphoria oozes out as it drips down his shaft, accumulating around his base while you tried to catch your breath, amidst the uncontrollable twitching your hands and legs were committing.

He gently slaps his hands against our arms, pinning them to your sides to ease the twitching of your hands as your hips continued to jolt up and down from the over extension of sensitivity and escalated pleasure.

Finally, once you had both became somewhat steady, yet still regaining your breathing as you were taking deep breathes, you raised your chest off of his own and sat yourself slightly upright, gazing down at him as he relaxed his position into the leather seats.

Seeing that his Ethan self remained, yet he displayed a countenance that was still reflecting irritation and some levels of frustration, without the sadistic sense in his expression. He didn't look at you, instead he was peering down at the ground with his face slightly tilted off to the side, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he shifts his eyes around to random areas of the floor mat below the seats.

You don't know what was wrong, but it was eating you up inside after you noted the slight change in his behavior.

"......Ethan?...."

Moving just his eyes, he looks up at you....not only did the look of irritation not disappear....it became more prominent.

He started to answer, despite you not even asking what was wrong, at least not yet. Somehow he felt your concerning question coming, so he appealed to you in the only he could....by telling you and forcing the issue that's been eating up his mind.

"I'm tired.....I'm so fucking tired.....y/n...."

".....Tired....of me?" you genuinely remarked, but you wished you hadn't for the moment he started hissing and snapped his posture up, you knew you misread his statement.

Suddenly gripping your arms once more, he sits up straight and leans his face closer to yours, pushing you back until your shoulder blades reached the end of the center console, and your frame wedged in between the two front seats while he remained hovered above you and in between your legs.

"Why would I be tired of you?! I just said I fucking love you!" He widens his eyes as the look of anger grew on his face. Your breath escalated and admitted fearful gasps as you started to get teary eyed. For the first time, you found yourself truly scared of Heeseung as you witness the true form of his anger.

Seeing the fearful expression and your gasping breathes slowly turning into sobs did soften him up just a bit, catching himself since his intentions were not to make you scared....he just felt like he couldn't get it through to your head.

"I'm not.....tired of you.....I'll never be tired of you....the exact opposite.....I love you.......too much....I love you more than I could love...my family....my friends....my own life......"

It was faint, but he did choke up at his own words, and you witnessed that he too was developing just a slight bit of teary eyes as he continued.

"I'm tired......of all these people.....wanting to hurt you.....first Gabe....then Samuel.....Tiff....Scott......that man.....why can't people just leave you alone?.....Why can't everyone just leave my pretty girl alone?" a look of sadness quickly took over the angry expression as he brushed his fingers along your cheek. Yet still, despite the sudden change in his countenance, there was something off putting about his demeanor and attitude.

"I just.....I want to take you away....that's all I want....I want us to be away from everything else....where I know you'll always be safe.....I can be nice about it.....or I can be forceful.....it all depends on how you want it y/n.....because one way or another....I'm taking you. I rather you be willing though.....so....please say yes.....tell me you'll let me keep you all to myself.....and let me take you away......I graduate in a few months....let me start everything and let me hide you away from this ugly world......."

Your eyes widened, for just as you were starting to get used and rather sympathetic by the saddened expression, it slowly changed once more. This time, a hopeful smile appeared, yet it was far from the usual dashing and pleasant grin that you were used to. This one reeked of desperation, love...too much love....to the point where without him saying it, you could see with your own eyes that it was dangerously.....

'Obsessive.....'

Leaning in closer, your breathing paused, your eyes widened to the point where they began to sting, your lips quivered and your skin developed goosebumps. His voice went deep and sinisterly low....

"Wont you let me......take you away.......and let me love you forever?......y/n?"

You felt strange, despite knowing this whole time of Heeseung and Ethan's obsession with you, their great and terrible love for you, you knew that they left their mark on you and that you were fated to remain with them forever, yet somehow....deep in your heart, you knew something had triggered form him to react and yearn for more. You also knew you couldn't beat him...even if you had wanted to....

"Y-yes.....yes...."

His smile was less hopeful and grew to be more elated and started to turn sinister, as per his usual Ethan fashion.

"Really? Oh my girl....that makes me so happy to hear you say it.....lets go away soon....we'll stay at my family's summer home until our house is finished...just you and me...."

Seeing how happy he was caused you to slightly smile, despite seeing his sinister smile, which you had been used to seeing considering you discovered his Ethan side shortly after you two had started dating.

To others, Ethan's blood dripping and killer smile was terrible and frightening, but to you, it was something that you grew to adore and love just as much when you saw his Heeseung side smile. Because even though he was a monster, Ethan had loved you just the same as Heeseung, and always was there to protect you just as well.

"O-okay....yes...take me away.....take me away Ethan." you gasped a smile as the tears slid down your face. You answered....you were happy that he was happy.....yet you were still terrified.

Hearing you answer, you noted an unusual smirk formulating on his face. It was somewhat devious and teasing. He hummed out a sound as he bit down on his lip once more.

"....W-what is it?" you asked, trying to figure out the meaning behind this new expression, which he kept up as he continued to look at you with a sadistic gaze. "....Ethan....why are you....?"

He answers.....and what he said nearly committed your soul to jolt out of your body.....

"Wrong name....y/n."

Authors note: Ooooooh here we go....this is part of the storyline i had drafted a LOOOONG time ago....and now the time has finally come....wtf is wrong with heethan? ......you're goign to find out. will be working and posting next chapter sometime this week, before the weekend ;)

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spaceistheplaceart · 1 year

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Body Swap - How Do I Talk Like That? Part One

can you tell I got a little lazy on this one? aha

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Summarized ID: Reigen cleans up his appearance and tries to teach Mob about customer service. It makes Mob nervous and he's not quite getting it. Then, the customer comes in.

FULL ID UNDER CUT:

(I'll be referring to Reigen in Mob's body as Reigen and Mob in Reigen's body as Mob.)

A short compilation of Reigen fixing his appearance. He brushes his hair to the side, buttons up his PJ shirt, rolls up his sleeves, and sprays some deodorant under his arms. Then, he comes out of the bathroom and asks: "Well? How do I look?" Mob is reading a book at his desk, and Dimple is looking at Reigen.

Reigen stands with his arms out, waiting for a response. Dimple says: "You're still a kid in PJs, Reigen." Reigen looks to the side and clicks his teeth. "Tch."

He comes over to Mob, who is still reading a "how to" book. He leans over his shoulder. "So, you think you're getting the hang of it?" He asks.

Mob replies: "Not really. It looks complicated."

Reigen asks: "Which part?"

Mob points to a page, his finger is blocking some of the text. "Well... It says phrasing is important, and it ggives an example, but I don't see how this is rude."

The page reads: "Writing is very important. The key is nuance. How you phrase your sentences can make... difference between sounding... you care, and sounding like... of a jerk.

"You have to log out first."

"logging you should... that problem!"

Reigen puts a finger to his chin in thought. "Well, Mob, using 'you' in a request can sometimes be seen as rude, like you're ordering them around." He points to the page. "Also the tone of it. See how it's a period and not an exclamation? That makes it come off coldly."

Mob looks up at Reigen, sweating a bit. He's tense, but his expression is still stiff. He looks back down at the book. "Then, um... Tip #10 says to solve problems in new ways for each customer? I'm not sure I could exorcise spirits in..." He looks to the side, thinking. "Uh... for you to... I mean..."

Reigen interrupts: "Ignore that tip, we aren't doing that."

"Oh." Mob responds. There is a sweatdrop on his cheek. His eyes are a bit wider.

Reigen puts a hand on Mob's shoulder, his other gesturing as he speaks: "The main thing you gotta worry about today, Mob, is just trying to finish the sale. Be polite, figure out his problem, get the where and when... and then help him select a package! After that, It'll all fall into place."

Dimple says: "You're making him nervous."

Reigen leans over to look at Mob's face. He does indeed look a little nervous. Reigen asks: "You'll be fine. You've watched me work enough years, right?"

Dimple responds: "I don't think he's been taking notes, Reigen. He's got a whole life to worry about, why would he be watching YOU so intently?"

Reigen puts his hands on his hips. "Fine! Alright, alright, I'll just teach you a few things-- stepping stones, really. The basics."

He waves his hand. "Ok. Posture. Stand up, Mob."

Mob stands up. Reigen waves around his hand again, the other in his pocket. "Great! See, look at that, you're as straight as an arrow! Already, you've got a basic nailed down naturally!"

"Oh, Thank you, Master." Mob says.

"Now try giving your best smile!" Reigen beams, giving Mob an example of a nice smile. There are sparkles around him. The smile is cute! "Like this!" He says.

Mob tries to mimick it, but the smile is creepy. All his teeth are drawn in, and his eyes are squinted nearly shut. He's sweating and there's a wrinkle on the corner of his mouth. "This?"

Reigen looks unsure. "Ah... could use a bit of... improvement."

"You look like a serial killer." Dimple says bluntly.

Reigen glares at him and smacks him with the back of his hand. He drops his hand and stares in shock at Dimple. "Wait, did I just touch you?"

Dimple hides behind Mob's shoulder, glaring at him and sweating. "You do that again and I'll kill you."

Reigen looks at him deviously. There's a sparkle beside his head and his mouth is curled up into a cat's smile, much like a :3. He stretches out, dropping the expression, and cracks his knuckles. "Alright. as I was saying..."

We see the silhouettes of Mob, Reigen, and Dimple, as Reigen talks to Mob for a while.

"You think you got it?" He asks. Mob looks down at him, expression blank. "...Yes."

He sits down, and Dimple floats over with a mocking expression. "Don't worry, Shigeo! All you have to do is be good at talking and read the room. You're super good at that, aren't you?~"

Mob glares at Dimple, sweating and annoyed. "No, I'm not. But Master is counting on me, so--"

Reigen pinches his brows together. "Mob, Mob! Adding all this pressure will just make things worse!"

He places a hand on Mob's shoulder and looks him in the eye. "I have complete faith in you?"

Close up of Reigen's face. He looks very nervous, indicating that he probably does not have complete faith in Mob.

Mob looks at him through his brows/hair. "... Thanks."

The door opens, both of them turning to look at the source of the noise.

We see on the top of the head of the client, who has side swept hair and is coloured red. Dimple smirks from the top left corner of the panel and says: "Showtime."

END ID

#mp100 body swap #mp100 #comic #mob psycho 100 #op art #this has been sititng in my art folder for a while so i cleaned it up pa bit and decided to post #here ya go!#long post

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odetoviscera · 10 months

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Baldur's Gate 3: The Evil Experience

on the recommendation of @leupagus: My Very Special Evil Boy, Vexation. don't worry about the blood, it's a fashion choice.

if you've been wondering how evil you can be in baldur's gate 3, wonder no more-- So Evil.

so beginning at the beginning, i of course chose the Dark Urge (obvious serial killer) origin, who is conveniently customizable, so i also made him Drow and a Lolth Worshipper and a Warlock (all of which has made him only marginally more evil, tbh, mostly the related dialogue options make him a smug bastard, although OCCASIONALLY this will give him a "hmm what if i enslaved you" option which people do indeed react to as if he's an evil maniac and they should flee and/or try to kill him. this goes great for them considering i'm the protagonist.)

i wake up on an illithid ship with no memories, as one does. i befriend a walking talking brain, by which i mean i lobotomize it so that i can more easily control and manipulate it, as one does. i may not know who i am, but i definitely know that i am powerful, mean, and more important than everyone here. also i have a great old one in my brain giving me eldritch blast, so the tadpole wriggling around in there seems normal. i crash the ship sort of accidentally and am set loose on my merry way to wrack the Sword Coast with terrible mayhem. probably. as soon as i figure out if i'm about to turn into a mindflayer.

the first sign of my uncontrollable evil mania was when i tried to talk to a squirrel in act one (actually, i tell a lie, the FIRST sign was when i was tempted to hack Gale's hand off instead of dragging him out of the portal he got stuck in, but i decided i needed a wizard more than a dismembered hand) and the narrator informed me i had been Gripped By A Compulsion and promptly dropkicked the squirrel into a tree. it died, obviously. i was given the option to decide if i cared about this and decided that my opinion was a frankly inappropriate level of malicious glee considering the heights from which i, clearly child of murder, have obviously fallen to get amnesia and get tadpoled and fall out of the sky on a dying illithid spaceship. anyway this set me up for Being Maximally Deranged, however there is No Karma Meter or any equivalent system to MEASURE your evil or limit your dialogue options-- i have free reign at all times, i COULD decide that suddenly i'm going to be a Repentant Murderer, i can do Nice Things if i want the reward or the exp or i am exercising my single scintilla of compassion accidentally inculcated by my eventual three simultaneous romances (one of which is with the mindflayer who lives in my brain/an artifact stopping ME from becoming a mindflayer. this game is so horny, very classic dnd "i roll to romance the villain". except i am also the villain.) at this point i have no romances, though-- at this point my companions watch me kick a squirrel to death and their collective response is "well… that seemed… excessive."

i also have the option to tell every single one of them individually that i am driven by a blood mania to murder and destruction. opinions of this range from "well admitting you have a problem is the first step!" to "that's nice, just point it at the enemy instead of ME". no one seems appropriately concerned about this. they'll learn.

anyway the next sign of my uncontrollable evil mania is that when i decided to be nice to a bard for no reason and she showed up at our next long rest to Join The Party (oh we do get a bard companion, that's nice, i said, like a fool.) i promptly murdered her in the night. as in i woke up covered in blood with her corpse ritually slaughtered at my feet and said "hm. probably shouldn't let anyone else find out i did this" and then sulked when no one gave me proper respect and rewards for murdering her. fortunately the next day my Evil Butler materialized to do just that, and proved he wasn't a figment of my imagination by giving me an Evil Cloak that lets me turn invisible everytime i murder someone. i spend the next half an act or so convinced i'm going to slowly kill off my party, but fortunately i develop the ability to control myself. now i only murder when I WANT to murder.

the rest of act one i am SORT OF a good boy-- i do deliberately get a child killed but i don't PERSONALLY kill her, i get a druid's snake to do it, so does it really count against MY soul? yes but only me and daddy bhaal know it so i am able to continue playing Goody Two Shoes for the rest of the act. (i don't know he's my daddy yet, but like… i know it. i, the player, know it. in my soul. i've played these games before.) delightful fallout, my child murder gets the druid killed after i Helpfully Save The Tieflings by telling the opposing force i'll totally help them break in and kill them all, then betraying them at the last minute. i kill so so so many goblins. i get an inspiration point for how many goblins i kill. goblins are still sentient. It's Still Murder.

act two, however, empowered by all my Blood And Chaos, i turn over a new leaf. sure sure being lauded by the tieflings was fun and all, but i do somewhat regret not killing EVERYONE. i'll do better this time. this shadow-cursed hellscape is really vibing with me. it's also trying to eat me every time i'm not carrying a magic lamp but you can't win 'em all. i pretend that i'm with the antagonists (can you call them villains when I'M the villain?) so i can get their lamp. it's carried by a drider who does not appreciate my sincere compliments about how beautifully fucked up he is. his loss, i'm down to fuck anyone. i'm already fucking a githyanki and a vampire spawn.

when i get to the Big Bad Tower where supposedly they'll know about my tadpole, i discover they know something WAY MORE IMPORTANT: who the fuck i am. everyone here recognizes me. no one will tell me anything. several of them are appropriately terrified. this is infuriating but also promising. the Big Bad is a smug dick and i want to eat his heart raw. i daydream about this.

my butler arrives to tell me if i murder a Special Girl i'll get a treat. i like treats and i LOVE murder so i go looking for her. she's maintaining a Magic Selenite Moon Shield over the single not-shadow-cursed place here, which i hate on principle-- also it's a harper outpost and i hate them too, they'd probably disapprove of murder. some rando minion with wings drops in to tell me the Big Bad of the region wants to kidnap her (ALIVE, he specifies) so obviously i now double want to kill her. i kill her in one round. the magic shield collapses. EVERYONE dies (including the tieflings i saved in act one! full circle.) and then i kill their shadow-cursed undead corpses again, for good measure.

my treat is getting to turn into the slayer. i KNEW i was a bhaalspawn.

behold my true glorious visage. (with blep.) my only complaint is that i can only become this hulking death machine once per long rest. it is, however, not a turn-limited form, i can stay in it Forever if no one kills me as long as i'm willing to Just Murder No Talking. also it has a spectacular ladder-climbing animation, this bitch goes down ladders face-down like a lizard, i love him.)

anyway i don't go back to the Big Bad Tower bc presumably they'll be mad about the dead girl (i'm guessing she's Big Bad's dead daughter miraculously resurrected. i'm totally right by the way.) but the last time i was there i got a quest to find the Big Bad's Relic, which is obviously his phylactery or something since he's got a whole death aesthetic-- after a whole Temple of Shar sequence it turns out his phylactery is a captive aasimar actually. my companion wants to murder her for shar-related reasons, so i give her the go-ahead since i don't have any SPECIAL reason to kill her myself. my companions should get to be evil occasionally too.

with his phylactery dead, it's pretty easy to mow through the Big Bad Tower, especially since i can now turn into the Death Machine. i don't have to talk to anyone here. i can Just Murder.

nearly kill the Big Bad but he flees to his basement, where it turns out there's an mindflayer colony, big deal, we've all got tadpoles in our brains (i've been eating other tadpoles for extra power along the way, because of course i have) okay fine it's a slightly big deal bc there's an elder brain here that my Special Mindflayer Friend is shielding us from whatever. it's under the control of the Big Bad who's death aesthetic turns out to be that he's the Chosen of Myrkul, and also here are reps of the other Dead Three, Bane and My Daddy. i hate bhaal's chosen on sight, as is traditional for a bhaalspawn. i will murder her someday. i will murder her SO GOOD.

unfortunately she and the baneite fuck off with their elder brain to lay siege to baldur's gate while i'm daydreaming about it, so for now all i get to murder is Big Bad Myrkul Edition. moderately satisfying. he turns in an Avatar of Myrkul in the second half but i destroy him so quickly he doesn't even get to regenerate with the hojillion corpses in the area. nobody murders like vexation.

off to baldur's gate to save the city/get bigger hunting grounds!

i do cure the shadow curse on my way out though, because i'm never coming back and i've left the place a blighted wasteland, why not, it gets me a pet druid.

there's also some drama with githyanki and vlaakith, as usual, turns out the Rebel Prince Orpheus is actually how my particular mindflayer (who is finally revealing that he's a mindflayer, a thing i have suspected all along because of all the psychic shit he does) is doing the shielding, etc. etc. also i let my mindflayer boyfriend turn me in a half-illithid, which means i get no tentacles but a BUNCH of new mindflayer powers to make me an even better murderer. can't wait to see who wins in the tug-of-war for my mind, body, and soul--the illithids, my great old one beyond the stars, a devil who keeps trying to get my attention, my vampire boyfriend who wants to ascend to vampire god, or Murder Daddy. my bet is murder daddy.

anyway we get to baldur's gate, where i break in bc i don't want any guards to know i'm here-- just jumped and flew my way up the side of the bridge past the checkpoint. easy peasy now that i have illithid flight powers on command no cooldowns just Psychically Levitate wherever i want to go. also i can turn into a displacer beast. that's right, i now have to option to become TWO DIFFERENT terrifying horror beasts and rip through mobs like papier-mache. my patron really needs to keep up, warlock powers are falling behind. (no they aren't, i've hit level 10 and can now eldritch blast three times in one round and every hit knocks enemies back and terrifies them. i'm gonna chew this city up and swallow it one bite.)

however, first thing when i get into the citadel: the baneite is being coronated Archduke, bc of course he is. so i head up to see if there's a chance to murder him and a room full of peers, BUT. for the first time EVER-- this little shit is willing to tell me Who I Am. Assassin of Bhaal, former high priest of His Temple, and ONE OF THE INVENTORS OF THIS CONQUEST PLAN. that little bhaalite chosen is my bhaalspawn sister (obviously) who fucking tadpoled me, gave me amnesia, and discarded me before making sure my corpse was cold. this will be a mistake! FOR HER.

in the meantime the baneite wants me to know that he is a big fan of mine, would i like to murder my sister since i already murdered the myrkulite, and then he and i can rule this city together with an iron grip and a blood knife, since he's sure he'll have a lot of use for an assassin as a tyrant. mind-reading and my brain-illithid agree that he is actually on the level about this, at least for the moment, so of course i agree. i will rule this city. and then i will murder him. and then i will murder EVERYONE. in THE WORLD.

so now i'm hunting the current chosen of bhaal so i can kill her and steal her place-- my butler is sending me divine visions of it, SHE can't turn into the slayer, i am evil daddy's favourite. she's also kidnapped one of my companions and is threatening to kill her if i show up but i care about that less.

and that's where i am so far! will report on Future Evils.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #bg3 oc #baldur's gate evil edition #truly sorry i don't have more screenshots #i'll try to remember to take more for the rest of act three lol

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occasionallyprosie · 4 months

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"Harmless Little Lies"

Warriors was wandering one of Legend's era's towns when a paper on the notice board caught his attention. WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE LINK (OF KAKARIKO) REWARD: 5,000 And the image on the wanted poster was undoubtedly their veteran, followed by a list of extensive crimes… He tore the poster from the notice board and went to find the man whose image it held. He wanted to know exactly why Legend was wanted for serial murder, kidnapping, and several other crimes.

Febuwhump 2024 | Prompt 6: "You lied to me."

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Read On AO3 Warnings: Major Character Death, Violence

Warriors put a paper onto the bar beside Legend, a near glare aimed at him while the veteran hardly glanced up.

"What is this?" Warriors demanded.

"I'm a bit busy," Legend said, pulling a needle through fabric, tongue poking out the corner of his mouth.

Warriors shoved the paper in his face and forced him to redirect his attention.

"What is this?"

Legend met his eyes over the waved paper. "A wanted poster."

Warriors glared.

He rolled his eyes. "My wanted poster?"

"Why do you have a wanted poster?"

Legend sighed. "Because we haven't gotten around to taking them all down yet. I was framed and even then, Zelda pardoned me. It's not a big deal and nobody cares anymore."

A few days later, Legend found himself separated from the other heroes and unsurprisingly he was promptly cornered by guards.

He decided a long time ago not to fight his way out of these things, these men's minds were altered, they literally weren't themselves and... he'd already killed far too many technically innocent knights because of this damned irreversible spell.

So he complied, he'd escape overnight easily enough. He usually did, sometimes it was harder than usual for... various reasons.

The moment they relieved him of his items and supplies, he had a feeling it would be harder to escape than usual this time. He was full on thrown into the back wall of a cell, stars filling his vision and losing the air in his lungs. The following kick to his ribs further cemented that feeling as fact. Some guard stations were more violent than others... some beat him within an inch of his life. It made it hard to get up and keep going, but he had defeated Ganon when he was beaten down and within an inch of his life, he had cleared whole dungeons, he could escape a drunken guard station.

When they finally left, he couldn't bring himself to move for a while. It may have been an hour, he wasn't certain, but it took a while before he could force himself to move past the pain and broken bones and blood filling his lungs.

When he finally stood, he mentally amended his internal tracker of "how many days it had been since he had internal bleeding" from 17 weeks, aka since his last encounter with guards and getting caught, to 0. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand as blood bubbled up and tinted his skin further red and a bit of black.

Great, he thought blandly. This might not be a one potion fix, and he really didn't need to deal with--

"You lied to me. Not a big deal, vet? Nobody cares anymore?"

--the other heroes finding out. The one knight Legend wasn't expecting to see was Warriors, yet when he looked up and strained to focus his eyes, that's who stood on the other side of the bars.

"Geez, you look awful," he realized, frowning.

Legend glared, letting his vision unfocus and lessening the throbbing in his head. "No, really? Get away from the door."

"Why--I have the keys."

He snorted, ignoring the flash of pain as he slumped against the back wall. "Am I supposed to believe you paid bail?"

"Yes," Warriors said bluntly.

He let out a laugh that quickly descending into a painful, coughing fit that sprayed blood over his hand and the ground in front of him.

"Oh shit!" The door clicked unlocked and when he glanced up, hands were coming toward him. He couldn't help but flinch away.

Warriors froze.

Legend wheezed, wiping his face of blood and likely just smearing it. "Calling me a liar, Captain? They still arrest me even though the Queen pardoned me. Nobody could pay my bail. You..." he swallowed the bubbling blood. "You stole those keys."

Oh this wasn't good. He needed to move and get a potion, now.

He tried to stand.

"Whoa, hey don’t do that. Oh golden three, what did they do to you?" Warriors whispered, Legend still heard him even beyond the cotton in his head, his vision began to tunnel and his attempt to stand was shattered by his legs giving out. "Vet!"

The older hero caught him but not without jostling his ribs into stabbing his lungs further, sparking pain throughout his whole body. A pained cry escaped him.

"Oh goddess--Hey, it's going to be okay, just hold on a moment. I'll get you--"

The cell door suddenly slammed shut, a bark of laughter outside and Legend managed to try and focus enough to see a knight outside.

"Seems the criminal actually has friends, too bad that it's not enough to overcome a Knight of Hyrule," the man taunted.

Warriors snarled. "No knight would do this to anyone, convict or not."

"That brat kidnapped the princess and killed dozens of our men, he deserves any fate he's given so long as it hurts."

The guard left, despite Legend hearing Warriors yell after him.

He needed to move. He had the magic, he wasn't good at controlling it unfocused but he could explode the door if he just got up.

"Hey, hey it's okay. Just breathe, you’re going to be okay," Warriors promised him.

"I--" blood leaked from the edge of his mouth. "I-I can break the door. S-Stay behind me."

"Vet no! I'll figure something out, just save your strength!" Warriors pleaded, but as Legend fought to stand, he helped him.

Legend held a hand out to the door and a blast of pure magic exploded it off the hinges and broke the doorway too, it slammed into the far wall.

Blood trickled from his nose and his headache increased tenfold. Warriors caught him as he nearly collapsed.

"C-Cap'n... I don'..." he wheezed and choked. Oh goddesses he couldn't see anything anymore, just blurred blobs of color.

"No, hey, it's going to be alright. You're going to be perfectly fine, I swear. It's okay."

Warriors picked him up and he whined, his senses overwhelmed with pain and blinding him for a moment.

"Don't--Don't lie to me," he murmured. "I'm... I know what dying feels like."

It felt like acid in his veins, it felt like fire on his skin, it felt like water in his lungs and panic in his mind. Dying was painful and suffocating.

His throat filled with blood. His body stopped registering the pain.

His head dropped against Warriors chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart but not hearing the begs to open his eyes.

"You lied to me," those were the first words Warriors spoke upon finding him in that cell.

Ha, Legend thought, a bit amused, you lied to me, actually...

You promised I'd be alright.

#linked universe #lu legend #fanfic #febuwhump 2024 #lu warriors #major character death #look we are gonna have several “should not have survived” fics #so to balance...#whump writing #you know those lies people tell when things are bad?#“you're going to be alright.”#“It's gonna be okay.”#yeahhhh....#prosie writes

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"That shouldn't work. And yet when Doyle writes it, with one of the most popular heroes in all fiction, it does."

No seriously. Moriarty shows up in this ONE story where he basically just slips away from the authorities, fakes a message to get Watson away from Holmes, and fights Holmes to the death.

All of the traits making him a nemesis to Holmes is from one monologue where Holmes tells us he was involved in a great mental chess match of move and riposte that finally ended with Holmes destroying this mighty criminal empire, a battle of geniuses like nothing ever seen. It's like if Death Note was just Near and/or L telling someone about Light Yagami's brilliance, about their cat and mouse game, and that it would soon end, just before he and Light both manage to kill each other.

Yet it WORKS? Maybe it's that this story was standalone so we knew we couldn't see the whole thing, maybe it was Holmes taking it seriously enough to want him and Watson to be out of the way, maybe it was the skill of the writing of Holmes's monologue, maybe it's just that this was what (briefly) killed Holmes? Or possibly a combination of all of the above.

Nevertheless, this is one of the only times where a character manages to simply TELL us "This guy's my archnemesis, my true equal against whom I've been engaged in a legendary battle of wills." And everyone bought it. Now whenever there's an adaptation, if Holmes gets a nemesis it's Moriarty.

Not bad Doyle. Not bad at all.

EXACTLY. Exactly. That's the thing!

By all the standard rules of serial storytelling, it seems to me it shouldn't work. Especially when we know, and everyone at the time (I think) knew, that the primary writing goal here was Holmes's death. It should be like when a character gets killed off in a TV show and you're like "...yeah, we know they would've survived that it you'd wanted them to survive." It should be like when the Strongest Guy Ever in an anime gets ripped to pieces by the shiny new villain, and you just sort of roll your eyes because you know strength keeps growing as the plot demands. It seems like it should be both of those combined! But we all respect Moriarty. We believe in Moriarty's abilities.

I think part of it probably is how much we respect Holmes's intellect and judgment—him telling us to take this guy seriously, as long as Holmes himself remains in-character and well-written, is the most convincing evidence we could have that Moriarty is Bad News. Part of it is that Doyle never wrote a comparable scenario for Holmes, as far as I can remember, before or even after this; the fact that we've never seen anyone on Holmes's level like this, or a threat to him in a sense other than "currently holding a gun," means that Moriarty continues to stand out as a genuinely greater threat to Holmes. This is an escalation in the stakes of previous canon in several ways, and the great thing is that future canon doesn't escalate—Doyle didn't write any more comparable evils after this! This helps sell the original presentation of Moriarty as Uniquely Terrible.

But yeah, all that's just a part of it, I think. It's ultimately just...really, really successful, and I really admire it.

#asks #anon asks #sherlock holmes

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Greetings and salutations good friend; I bring offerings of Adamgail-siblings thoughts!

So I was thinking about Adam going 'fuck this' and bringing Abby back home with him. Does he still live in the same shitty place, or has a boost in the popularity of his photos following his post-trap fame given him enough money to get a better place? Do they bring any of the Hobbs House furniture with them? Orrrrrrrrrr does he live with Lawrence, coming home after being missing for a week with no warning like "Honey I'm home, and guess what I brought back: your future sister-in-law!"

Whatever the case, we see a drastic change in the type of clothes Abby wears after episode one. Going from floaty more casual clothing, to a more compressed(i can't think of a better word) look. So what if after moving in with Adam, she starts to wear a more grungy look; quite a few people dress aggressively to warn away people, so maybe Abby could go for that to get randos to stay back to keep herself safe.

Her and Adam could maybe have a siblings bonding moment of Adam giving her a (probably not great) haircut and dye-job in the bathroom to make her look less like the pictures in the paper!

I like to think of the idea of a while down the line Abby meeting Danny from Saw 2 at a 'Teens who nearly got serial-killed support group' or maybe Adam met Danny at a survivors group and Danny stuck to him because 'wow this guy knows Scott Tibbs lead singer of Wrath of the Gods (the band on his t-shirt)' or at some point Adam was like 'hey I have a sister your age I think you two could be good friends'. or something.

Anyway, the end result would be the two meeting and becoming friends, perhaps bonding over their trauma a little bit. And then mayyyybe joining forces to create an angsty teen band where they sing songs about the fucked up things that happened to them!

Hope you're having a good day!

Hello! Very happy to see you in my inbox again friend! I'm a little sick right now, but happy to ramble about the siblings :D

I LOVE the idea of Abigail, Adam and Lawrence living together. I really think Lawrence would be fond of Abigail. Although Adam wouldn't say exactly why Abigail had come to live with them, he'd know the situation back home is dire. I can imagine him getting the house all ready for their return , asking Adam beforehand what Abigail's interests are. So when Abigail arrives she's greeted with a small bedroom full of art supplies, and a window facing the park nearby the house, which he delightfully explains to Abigail had all sorts of critters roaming around day and night. I'm sure this would not only warm Abigail's heart, but Adam's too. Knowing that his partner would care so much about someone so close to him would make Adam want to propose that very moment.

I like to think when Diana visits, her and Abigail would get on well. Abigail would finally know what it's like to be an older sibling figure. I can imagine her helping Diana with her homework or making food for themselves when Adam and Lawrence decide to go on a date night, which would consist of homemade pizza and ice-cream for dessert.

(now I've got a really cute image of Adam and Lawrence coming back home to a sleeping Abigail and Diana, snuggled up against the couch while The Little Mermaid credits roll <3)

Funnily enough, I'm planning on writing a part of my fic where Adam cuts Abigail's hair, but dyeing it is also a nice thought! I'm sure Abigail would be quite hesitant to trust her brother with scissors and hair dye, but surprisingly he knows his way around a head of hair. And paired with some new clothes Lawrence had bought her (no matter how hard she insisted she didn't need them), consisting of flowy skirts, loose tops, cardigans and jumpers/sweaters for the winter months, she'd really start feeling like her own person, not who someone wanted her to be.

I also love the idea of Abigail and Daniel (Danny) being friends! Especially since the only person we see Abigail interact with her age is Marrisa and her dad's victims. He'd think she'd like so cool with her platinum blonde hair (thinking of that one picture of Kacey rn) and they'd hit it off!!! In my opinion, if they were to start a band, I think Abigail wouldn't want to be front and centre, so I can imagine her taking up the drums, hidden away from everyone yet still soaking up the atmosphere. And of course for their first gig Adam insists on taking pictures for free (much to the jealousy of Scott) and he'd be so proud of her!

#aghhhhh i love them so much there's just so many different possibilities with them!!!#once again a pleasure to see you again friend!!!#abigail hobbs #adam stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight #lawrence gordon #daniel matthews #diana gordon #adamgail siblings #chainshipping #hannibal #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #saw #saw franchise #saw 2004 #asks

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 8 months

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Brothers in Arms: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Summary: You try one more time to get your dad to see how great of a man Spencer is but like before, it doesn’t go as well as you hope. Phoenix Arizona is dealing with a serial killer that is masquerading as gang members, but your team sees through the facade.

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

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are 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

You two head over to a landfill where the newest crime scene is. The coroner is already on the scene removing the body, and your team just arrives as soon as you and Spencer get there. There were two cops on the scene, but only one of them died. Officer Ron Mercer is the only one who survived this, so he's the best witness you've got.

"He set us up. We knew he was out there but he still managed to set us up. I watched my partner die, and I couldn't do anything to save him."

"Don't worry, Ron. Playboy's going to pay for this," Evans says.

"Did you see Playboy here?"

"No, but--"

"We all know he did it, Agent."

"No, we don't. Lieutenant, you think I don't know how bad you want this guy? I was a uniform just like you. I saw a lot of cops go down. Before that, I watched my father get shot. He was killed doing his job--a cop's job--so don't think I don't know." Derek sets the records straight and turns to Ron. "Officer Mercer, what happened when you got the call?"

"Nothing special. We got a report of an aggravated assault. We were on it."

"Is this normal for you?"

"We were put here because of the shootings. We're back up."

"Did you get a good look at the guy?" you ask.

"No. I was too damn scared. I'm still scared."

Another officer on the scene brings over Ron's police hat with a picture of Ron's family taped to the inside.

"This is my partner's family. What am I going to tell them?"

"The only thing you can tell them--that we're going to catch the guy who did this." You and Derek leave his side and join the rest of your team. "We can forget about cross-referencing. These guys were just assigned this beat. There's no way the unsub could have known they'd get the call."

"He's using the 9-1-1 calls like a lottery. He's picking cops at random, and yet there's nothing random about the shootings. Each scenario has been increasingly complex."

"He's enjoying the hunt. He's taking the time to set his victims up and lure them into his net. It's become as important to him as the kill itself. He executed this last one while the FBI and every cop in the city was after him."

"Not to mention the press. The attention is egging him on. They're playing right into the unsub's need to feel superior."

"The press isn't our only problem. These guys are still trying to pin the shootings on a gangbanger named Playboy. I have a feeling we're not going to be able to hold them off much longer."

The unsub didn't show up all night, so you picked things off the next morning. You tossed and turned all night because you can't help but feel so bad about what happened with your parents and Spencer. You feel powerless against your father, and whenever he gets like this, you feel like such a shitty girlfriend. You should be able to protect your boyfriend from his words, but it's like he doesn't respect you.

To add to the shitty feeling you're experiencing, Evans caught Playboy and brought him in for questioning just as soon as you walked into the police department. His head is so far up his ass that he can't see that Playboy is innocent in all of this. Hotch is mega pissed that Evans would go against his orders and bring him in.

"Lighten up, man. I'm telling you, I didn't do it," Playboy rolls his eyes.

"Yeah? Well, I got a magic eight ball that says you did."

Evans takes him into an interrogation room while Hotch approaches the Commander.

"Commander, what's going on?"

"What's going on is my officers are being shot in the streets and crucified by the press. That's what's going on."

"You've arrested the wrong person," you say.

"I brought in a viable suspect for questioning. I had to do something."

Commander, I understand the pressure you're under, but doing this could undermine the investigation. Bringing in another suspect draws attention away from the real unsub. If he starts to feel inadequate, he may strike sooner just to prove himself."

"It's also possible that accusing one of their members could antagonize local gangs, which is the last thing your officers need to be worrying about right now," Rossi adds.

"Alright, look. I told you guys I was out on a limb here, so unless you have a suspect, I'm questioning Playboy."

"Hotch. Since we've got this guy, why don't we see if we can use him? Do you mind if I talk to him?" Derek asks.

"Be my guest."

"Commander, I appreciate you letting Agent Morgan join the interrogation, but I promise you, this is not our unsub. The real killer is still out there."

You want to be in the room with Derek and Playboy, but you're not going to say anything. You want to gauge Playboy's reactions and see if you can try and read him. He's not too happy with three people being in here, but he's silent about it.

"I know you didn't do it, Playboy."

"So, why are you dragging my ass in here, then?"

"I said I know you didn't kill those cops, but he doesn't and they don't. Trust me, they don't care, man."

"But you do? You care about me?"

"I don't give a damn about you. I'll tell you what I do care about. Catching the killer."

"I told you, I didn't do it," he sighs.

"I think you know who did."

"No way, man. It wasn't one of us."

"Okay. I'll give you that. Whoever did this ain't no gang banger, but he's been working your hood pretty tough without your say, huh? He's making you look like a real suspect, Playboy. He's causing you nothing but trouble."

Derek's words make Playboy angry but he's keeping himself calm to prevent himself from getting into more trouble. Playboy's jaw ticks and he shuffles in his seat to show his anger.

"He won't last long, then."

"Come on, man, look around you. From where I'm sitting, it looks like he's doing alright so far. If I were you, I'm thinking I want this guy gone for good. What do you think?"

"Who is he?"

"Probably somebody you'd least suspect. Probably wouldn't even think twice about him because he really doesn't look all that dangerous. Well, at least not on the surface but he gets real violent."

"We all get violent."

"No, not like this, man. He goes from cold to hot in a heartbeat with nothing in between. He takes everything real personally. He thinks everybody's trying to put him down so he's always looking for a fight, even if he knows he's going to lose."

"So, he's stupid."

"Maybe, but he's aggressive. Think, man. If you give me something, maybe I can get you out of all of this. He's white. He's older than you, not by much, and he works alone. You know somebody like this, I know you do."

Playboy looks around in contemplation. He knows someone like this, and he's hesitating to tell Derek. After a few moments, he sighs and comes clean.

"There was this guy. He was white, and he killed my lieutenant a couple of months ago. Bobby Q was like my brother."

"Yeah, your brother was a junkie and so was Bobby Q. I see the similarity," Evans remarks.

Playboy gets pissed and tries to attack Evans, but Derek holds him back. Evans has a sick smile on his face, and you push him away from the mess while Derek tries to calm him down.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! Sit down, sit down! Don't even think about it. Talk to me. Forget him. I'm helping you, he's not."

"Maybe it's time you leave this room," you say sternly.

"No."

"I'm not asking," you glare at him. He thinks he can give you an intimidating look and you'll back down, but you're not. "I can get Hotch or Rossi if you'd like."

Evan's eye ticks in annoyance, but he leaves the room after that threat. Playboy calms down and sits down while you station yourself by the door to prevent Evans from coming in again.

"Alright. Your lieutenant, Bobby Q. What happened?"

"I told the cops it wasn't a gang thing but they didn't believe me."

"Who killed him?"

"If I knew his name, he'd be dead already."

Hotch opens the door and motions for you and Derek to come outside. You two leave Playboy inside the room and join Hotch and Evans' side.

"Hotch, Playboy didn't do this." You turn to Evans in concern. "Just because it's easy to pin this on someone who is known to act out, it doesn't make it right. If you do, then you're no better than them."

"There's been another shooting."

"I'll cut him loose," Evans sighs.

"No, not yet. Hotch, this guy knows something."

"Keep working on it."

Evans knows what he's doing is wrong, so you're confident to leave him alone with Derek. Your input isn't needed anymore, and you're more useful at a crime scene than here. Rossi meets you at the car with an update on what's going on.

"They have the shooter cornered in an apartment building downtown."

"Dave, stay with Morgan and see what this guy has to offer. Prentiss and Y/N, you're with me," Hotch says. You three head downtown where there are dozens of officers surrounding an apartment building believing the shooter is inside.

"Is he in there?" Hotch asks Officer Ron Mercer.

"Yeah, we got him cornered. We have men on both floors and the entrances."

"Do you know this guy?"

"Yeah, he's a banger called Diablo. He's one of the Lindo Park Assassins. Daws followed him here."

You look to your right and see Officer Daws on a stretcher because he got shot. He doesn't look like he's in a lot of pain, and you know he'll make it.

"Is he alright?"

"He'll live. He's a lucky bastard."

"We'd like to talk to him if you don't mind."

"Sure, just stay down."

You and Hotch keep your heads down as you rush over to the ambulance, leaving Emily with Ron. You don't want to keep Daws from medical care, so you keep it short and simple.

"What happened?" you ask after making introductions.

"He killed my partner. We were stopped at a light when the bastard came right up to the window. He shot Scotty in the head, then shot me."

"There wasn't a radio call?"

"There wasn't any time. He came out of nowhere. I guess he thought he'd bagged us both. Luckily, a truck came. I called it in and managed to tail him here."

The paramedics wheel Daws away to bring him to the hospital, and you turn to Hotch with a confused look.

"This doesn't make any sense. This was a blitz attack."

"Let's go." You and Hotch safely make your way back over to Ron. "Let us go in and try to talk him down."

"No, hold on."

"What's going on?" Ron asks over the radio to one of the snipers.

"We've got movement. It looks like Ramey and Wilhelm are inside the apartment attempting to apprehend."

Suddenly a gunshot goes off inside the apartment, and a body comes crashing out of the second-story window. You gasp just as the man falls onto the ground, clearly dead from the gunshot. You and Hotch rush over just as more paramedics come over to check on him. He was dead the second the bullet hit him.

Word of this got back to Commander Marks, and speaking of him, he's pulling up just as they bag him for the coroner. News reporters also show up to get the scoop.

"This is a different MO, Hotch. Not to mention that this was done in broad daylight. It's not our guy."

Hotch takes out his phone and makes a couple of phone calls, one of which is to Penelope so she can look into Diablo and Playboy. Commander Marks comes over when he spots Hotch, and you know he isn't going to be happy about what you have to say.

"Commander, can I speak to you for a second?"

"Sorry to see it end this way but I'm glad it's over."

"We don't believe that it is."

"What are you saying? The guy is dead."

"Diablo doesn't fit the profile."

"Are you telling me he didn't shoot Officer Daws and his partner?"

"We didn't say that," you say. "What we're saying is that he may not have been responsible for the earlier shootings. Commander, we have to be sure."

"I have got the chief, the press, and the mayor. Do you realize the pressure the department is under right now?"

"Yes, sir, I do, but it wasn't him. There was an earlier murder with the same MO. This unsub may have killed one of the Twelves."

"How does that help us?"

"This unsub thinks of himself as a big game hunter now, but he didn't start out that way. Meaning he started with a gang member, and now he's evolved. Give me twenty-four hours."

"They're not gonna wait that long, and neither is the chief. I'll give you four."

If you only have four hours to close this case, you have to work fast with everyone on the team. You two head back to the station with Emily to join the others.

"Ballistics isn't back yet," Spencer says when you walk through the doors, "but the preliminary ME reports suggest the weapon used to kill Officer Beck was not a .357."

A .357 was used in all of the other shootings, including on Bobby Q, Playboy's lieutenant.

"I spoke to Garcia. Beck arrested Diablo twice on drug charges, and last time sent him away for ten years. Diablo was just released on parole last week. Our theory is that Diablo went after the cop who put him away assuming it would be lumped in with the other murders. The unsub would take the fall."

"It almost worked," Emily says.

Lieutenant Evans walks in with a file in his hand.

"Well, I pulled up that information on Playboy's lieutenant, Bobby Q. There's not much here, and I know what you're thinking. We didn't pay enough attention to the case."

"Did you?"

"Look, with the majority of homicides in this city, we spend time and resources following trails that all lead to the same place anyway. We just assumed this was just another one of those trails. Being in a gang shortens your life expectancy, so it's no big surprise when a gangbanger winds up dead."

"The same thing could be said about a cop," Rossi says. "The job involves a fair amount of risk, so a percentage of untimely deaths is practically inevitable. Did Playboy tell you if the killer took a trophy?"

"He said Bobby Q's necklace was missing. It's in the report. It's a big, solid gold chain. Just figured the killer took it to pawn it."

"Or keep it as a souvenir," you shrug. "It fits the signature."

"He built up to this. We need to go further back." Hotch calls Penelope and places her on speakerphone for all to hear. "Garcia, can you pull everything in the Phoenix area that matches the same MO as our unsub, not just with police officers?"

"Okay, so I'm searching homicides in Phoenix for the last two months?"

"Make it three."

"Yes, sir. I've got murders and shootings with specifically neck wounds. Oh, I got a guy named Robert Quinones, nickname Bobby Q."

"We already have that one. Anything else?" Derek asks.

"One more. He's a bouncer at a bar in downtown Phoenix, Mickey Reese. The weapon is a .357 Magnum. Interesting. It says here the victim was wearing a ballistic vest."

"If the bouncer was wearing a vest, that could be how our unsub developed his MO."

"Send us everything you got."

"Done."

"Alright, we got gangbangers, bouncers, and cops," Derek says once Pen is off the phone. "All pretty tough targets; victims capable of defending themselves. As the unsub's sense of power escalated, so did his confidence, leading to bigger and more difficult prey."

"That makes sense. Risky deaths would increase the unsub's feeling of superiority. It's the same thing with using a .357 Magnum. It would make him feel powerful."

"Cops are at the top of that list. They're high profile, always on alert, and they're gonna make headlines. Killing a gangbanger isn't easy. They're always armed and travel in packs."

"The bouncer's the earliest. It was a pretty simple attack with no carefully thought-out plan. He could have been his first victim."

"We need to figure out where their paths crossed. Morgan, you, Rossi, and the lieutenant go check out the bar. We'll keep digging."

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I wanted to dig into the Sunny the 13th promos a little bit, because I think they're a really great subversion of expectations that a lot of people have about Always Sunny and Dennis' character in general.

Looking at the comments on various platforms from around the promos were released, a good number of people seem to have taken the promos as if Dennis has "finally snapped" and is going to kill the gang. He is, after all, wielding an axe, wearing a slasher-esque hockey mask, and appears to be threatening harm in all of the promotional images.

But in the video promos, he's more akin to a ghost than a slasher villain, trying and failing to get the gang's attention, for the seven minute Paramormal Paddy's promo. Several times over the course of the promo, he is actively scared by the things happening in the bar, wheras the rest of the gang barely even acknowledges it.

He's the one being pursued in all of the promos, not the other way around. Pursued by his friends' parents, pursued by the Waitress, pursued by Margaret McPoyle. In Dennis' Double Life, he tries to own up to his behaviour and commits to becoming a father, but in doing so, he is running away from his old life, and it all still follows him.

If listening to the conversations that the gang is having, you can also clearly hear them discussing whether or not Dennis actually killed Maureen. Dennis isn't technically there to defend himself, but the general consensus is that he did (even though Dennis originally denies any involvement, and his name was cleared).

In the production script for The Gang Gets New Wheels, they assume Dennis has killed Mandy and Brian Jr. and that is why he's come back to Philadelphia and decided to raise his son "from a distance". Given the gang's perception of him, and his apparent track record with killing Maureen, this would be a fair assumption, but not once does he raise his axe at them, or even make any move to threaten them at all.

In both the Ponderosa Wedding Massacre and Making Dennis Reynolds a Murderer, Dennis' secrecy and suspicious behaviour stems from not wanting others to know that he had sex with Maureen. I don't believe he killed her, and I don't believe he killed Mandy and their son either. I also don't believe he'd kill the gang. Besides, as we know from Mac is a Serial Killer, axes are too messy.

At the very end of the promo, Dennis walks toward the gang with his axe lowered, and Dee turns around to look at him, implying that they knew he was there the entire time. This aligns with their lack of interest in his absence in The Gang Gets New Wheels.

Throughout the promo, he's seen sitting at the bar alone, in one of the booths, rolling across the floor in the chair from the back office, watching them from afar, staring into the camera. He's bored. He's lonely. He's being left out of the gang's conversations. This can easily be seen as a representation of how he felt in North Dakota.

So of course he's wearing a mask, leaning into their perception of him as a psychotic killer, it's easier than being honest and vulnerable. Better than telling them that he came back because he missed them.

#iasip #it's always sunny in philadelphia #dennis reynolds #ada speaks #sunny the 13th #i have. many thoughts. abt this. its been in my drafts for several weeks now but i need to post it otherwise its just gonna sit here #character meta #dennis meta #ada's analysis

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A New Chapter | Spencer reid |

Chapter 3

~~~time skip~~~

It's been a couple weeks since I've been working for the fbi it's been good I've got really close with the team...except Spencer of course I don't know what I ever did to him but he's acting like I killed his family Rossi says it's just because I replaced prentiss the girl who died before me but I don't think I deserve to be treated like trash just because I got a job but all that doesn't really matter right now as we're currently being hunted by a serial killer called "the replicator" he hacked Garcias system and knows everything about all of us and has been taunting us with it so the fbi has decided to send us all away on a "vacation" they called it basically flying us to a private place with no technology that no one knows about so we don't get killed by a maniac sounds fun right

"So they've decided we're going to Hawaii to a private villa in Honolulu" hotch says sighing Garcia can't contain her excitement

"Yessss let's get our tan on" she says practically giddy everyone smiles looking at her

"Since we're being hunted we have to leave in an hour and no one you know can know so quickly get home pack and meet back here and please what your backs" Hotch says looking at us expectingly we all nod and get up going to get our stuff I head to my desk to grab my keys

"Hey girl, me and Morgan are riding together wanna join us" Garcia asks smiling but before I can answer Spencer jumps in

"Can I join I left some of my books I want for the trip at Morgan's" he says

"Yeah of course, Annie?" She says looking at me

"Uh...yeah sure" I say smiling at her not knowing if it's a great idea now that Reid's going but agreeing anyway

"Great let's go!" Garcia says smiling from ear to ear walking to the elevator Morgan, me, and Reid following her

We all get in the car and head to eachother apartments each of us gathering are stuff we get to my apartment when I ask Morgan to come help me carry my stuff down

"Yeah sur-" Morgan says but gets interrupted by reid

"I could help you actually...if you don't mind" he speaks up looking at me I stare at him in shock for a second

"Um...ok" I say confused he nods and gets out of the car walking up my apartment stairs with me we get to my apartment and I open the door

"Home sweet home" I say to my apartment it's small but it's home with book cases and books scattered everywhere files spread everywhere books weren't I go to pack shoving everything I could find in the tiny bag, I go out to my living room carrying my bags when I find Spencer checking out my books

"Interesting taste" he says running his hands over the rows of books

"Thanks?" I say not sure if it was a compliment or not

"All fiction hm" he says looking back at me

"Can't help it I love anything not set in shitty reality" I say setting my bags down he looks shocked at my words but ignores it

"I'm the opposite I guess" he says is he....opening up to me? this is weird I think to myself when he turns to me looking awkward

"I wanted to talk...I'm sorry" he says running his hands through his brown curly locks I'm completely shocked as I look at him

"Sorry for what" I say secretly wanting him to feel more embarrassed even though I know that's awful but just being really hurt by the way he treated me

"About...about how I've been to you I'm normally not like this I've just been going through a lot lately even though I know that's no excuse" he finishes looking at me sorrily I think for a minute

"It's ok...now that you've said sorry" I say laughing lightly he smiles I've never seen him smile but it looks cute on him, I go to pick up my bags

"Oh let me get that" he says coming over pick them up struggling a bit I laugh

"What'd you pack" he huffs out

"Never know what your gonna need" I say shrugging he smiles rolling his eyes, once we get to the car Spencer puts my stuff in the trunk and gets in the car next stop Spence's apartment, once we're done with Spence's place we head back to the bau when we get there we all walk in with our luggage going to the meeting room where we meet Rossi, hotch, seaver and some new blonde I've never seen everyone looks shocked to see here Spencer and Garcia running to hug her

"Jj!" Garcia shrieks I look her up and down a little jealous Spencer's so excited to see her.....wait what jealous

"What are you doing here" Spencer asks smiling at her

"Well surprise I'm coming with you guys!" She says smiling back at him

"Seriously!" Garcia says smiling brightly

"Yeah the bau re instated me yesterday" she says looking towards me

"Oh hello I'm jj" she comes towards me reaching her hand out towards me smiling

"Hey jj I'm Annie" I say smiling back shaking her hand

"Nice to meet you Annie" she says I nod back at her

"Well is everyone ready" hotch says smiling slightly which is a new sight

"Yep!" Garcia smiles everyone else nods

"Let's go then" he says with a full smile now everyone smiles at the rare sight we all walk out the door with hotch going to the plane, im getting more excited by the minute

( I took a complete left turn with this story so I'm a little nervous but I hope you like it regardless :) )

#fanfic #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid #criminal minds #wattpad #writers on tumblr #fluff #eventual smut #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid x fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds headcanons

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Don't Blame The Movies 4

Scream

1996

Casey Becker and Steve Orth have been found brutally murdered, Who is responsible for this awful act? Who is next? what happens next? Everyone is a suspect, some more than others.

Billy X Rader, Stu X Reader, Billy X Stu X Reader.......... ****Warnings for this chapter----- swearing, jealousy, possessive behaviour, some true crime info drop, mentions of real-life serial killers.

Casey Becker and Steve Orth were brutally murdered last night, the town is in shock, and everyone is on edge. I was sitting in class with Randy when a knock on the door sent everyone silent, the middle-aged male teacher turned “Y/n, it appears to be your turn…”

I was greeted by Dewey’s grim face “Hey.” was all that I could muster, he tried smiling as he lead me to Principal Himbry’s office. “After you.” Dewey motioned to the empty chair, he sat across from you, along with Sheriff Burke, you noted that Principal Himbry stood next to you. “This won’t take long.” You nodded, Himbry was always kind, a little overbearing sometimes but he meant well.

“Did you know Casey Becker?” Burke’s face was unreadable as he watched your every move.

“From around school, yes.” You tried keeping your cool.

“What about Steven Orth?”

“Same thing, we didn’t hang out, so I didn’t really know them.”

“Ah-huh… We’ve been made aware of rumours?”

You sighed “Steve started them, yes.”

“Bet his girlfriend wasn’t too happy about them?”

“Not really...”

“How would you describe your relationship with the two?” “I didn’t have a relationship with either…” Biting your lip trying to figure out the best way to say it “We didn’t click…”

Dewey leaned in “Sheriff, I think that’s all we need?”

Sheriff Burke kept eye contact with you “For now.”

You sighed making your way to the fountain, finding Randy and Stu already there. “Hey…” You sat down on the cold floor, digging through your bag, not that you were hungry after that.

“How did it go?” Randy asked.

“Great…” You sarcastically gave. “Burke didn’t seem impressed with the rumours.”

“Ha! Of course not, you’re a good suspect.”

Both you and Stu glared at him.

“What? I can’t be the only one thinking it?” He protested.

You rolled your eyes “Yeah, well if I’m a suspect then so are you. Remember that fight I saved you from when Steve and his friends wanted to kick your arse?” You pointed it out.

“Fair point, but that gives you more reason.” You could tell he was growing more determined.

“Come on man, does y/n look like she could take out Steven and hang Casey?” He scruffed your hair.

“Hmmm, maybe someone did it for her.”He wondered out loud.

“Considering I can’t even get a date, what makes you think someone would go all Bates for me?” You copied the stabbing motion with the eh eh eh eh sound. "Besides everyone in the group." You smirked.

That made them both laugh “That’s true, welcome to the dateless club!” You high-fived Randy.

“What’s the goss?” Tatum asked walking up.

“How I’m dateless and might be a suspect.” You lightly laughed.

“Well, I can always help with the dating part, not sure about the suspect thing though. I’m sure they had a big list of people that didn’t like them.” She noted while sitting next to Stu.

You nodded “That’s true.”

Billy and Sidney followed behind her, taking their spots on the fountain, the topic didn’t die down, with everyone swapping questions you weren't paying much attention, Tatum's voice brought you out of your thoughts.

“Hunt? Why would they ask if you like to hunt?” Tatum asked the boys, taking another bite of her food.

“I don’t know, they just did.” Stu shrugged.

Randy leaned toward Tatum “It’s because their bodies were gutted”

“Thanks for that Randy” Billy glared at Randy, but quickly switches his gaze to you.

You could see the confusion on her face “They didn’t ask me if like to hunt, did they ask you y/n?”

“No” You mumbled out, trying to think of who would want to kill them, sure you weren’t a big fan but to do that but Tatum was right, it's a big list.

“Because there’s no way a girl could have killed them,” Stu smirked, looking around the group. She stared at Stu “That is so sexist. The killer could easily be female, basic instinct.” Tatum stated.

“That was an ice pick. Not exactly the same.” Randy stole another handful of her snacks, popping one into his mouth.

“Yeah, Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. Takes a man to do something like that.” Stu mused.

“Or a man’s mentality.” rolling her eyes, she turned to you “Help me out here.”

“There’s Pamula Voorhees and Kathy Bates.” You shrugged.

“How’s that list coming?” Billy asked a small smirk pulled at his lips.

“That’s in the movies, if we argue with true crime there are plenty of female killers. Aileen Wuornos, Lizzie Borden, Belle Gunness and Jane Toppan… that’s not excluding couples like the Ken and Barbie killers, Mayra and Ian Brady, just to name a few.” You smirked back.

“Exactly!” Tatum smiled, her point being made.

“Yeah, yeah.” Randy rolled his eyes “Forgot who we were talking to.”

“How do you gut someone?” Sidney wondered out loud.

Everyone was silent for a moment before Stu cut in “You take a knife and slit them from groin to sternum.” Not understanding how uncomfortable this topic was making Sidney. You weren’t paying attention to everyone else, you were focusing on sid, feeling guilty for not thinking about how this must be bringing back bad memories.

The bell rang, breaking the group's silence, you watched as Tatum ran off after Sidney, dragging Stu along to apologize. “I still say we should be smart and stay in groups!” Randy nudged your elbow.

“I’m not disagreeing but it’s only been two people.” It came out colder than you had meant.

“Because that’s not suspicious,” Randy noted.

“I just think before we go into full panic, we need to wait and see. So far there isn’t a pattern and who’s to say whoever it is, isn’t going after that crowd.” You simply gave.

Randy paused “Famous last words, all I’m saying.” before darting off to class, leaving you and Billy alone.

“Don’t sound too brokenhearted over there.”

You sighed “I do feel bad but not that they died…” he leaned in closer, making sure no one else could hear “Then what?” Your voice was barely above a whisper “It’s the fact that I couldn’t care less…” You paused looking for a reaction “I know, I’m horrible.” He chewed his bottom lip “No, you’re not… Look, they made your life hell, that bitch and her bullshit... Come on.”

The rest of the day went slowly, you were relieved once you were home. The hours went by, and before you knew it, it was night, 7 Pm.

“Yes, I will… Mom, I know how to lock the doors.” You couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes as you paced the kitchen. “I can come home.” she sounded unsure.

“I’m fine, you’re due back tomorrow anyway?” You asked while double-checking a side door.

“Maybe, Bob was asking if I could stay a few more days but if you need me home-”

You cut her off “If you’re worried I can try to stay at friends.” It didn’t matter, she wasn’t home often as it was and she would just go on and on about how you ruined her trip if she actually choose you over whoever she was seeing this month. “Alright, just remember to set the alarm and ask if one of the boys can stay over. I’d feel better with one there with you.”

You couldn't stop yourself from rolling your eyes "Sure, I’ll get right on that.” You replied sarcastically “I’m gonna head off and shower.”

“Ok, love you.”

“Love you too, bye.”

The hot water felt good, and you stayed in there as long as you could, finally stepping out and drying yourself off the sound of the phone cutting through the house

It’s probably Mom again.

“Hello?”

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By The Books-Part 3

Warnings:The regulars with this series, you know... and then some... lets call it fluff? Idk it’s been a hot min. Pairing: Professor!Dean x Reader x Professor!Sam (EVENTUALLY) Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader A/N: I hope yall enjoy it!!!

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As I was cooking dinner Sam walked In, in search of a beer most likely.

“So what do you really make of Y/N?” Sam asked, or should I say inquired because I’m a professor now… any way I answered with a “she seems cool, like she can hang with the big boys in the big leagues. She’s got promise. Especially in abnormal psych. I should the Gacy picture,”

“Not the one with the decalitated head.”

I nodded as I mixed up the ground beef with the marinara sauce.

“Yep, she didn’t even flinch.” I said as I added some spice.

“Well dean you should’ve seen her answering questions in my class. I kid you not, she demolished everyone. It was art.” Said Sam as he took a seat.

“I’m sure it wasn’t as—“ I was cut off by Sam saying “she answered the Wicca v. Witchcraft question, Dean, no hesitation, just pure facts.”

“You thinking we need to do a test on her?” I asked. “I shook her hand with a silver ring, cross on the inside. I wore blessed oil and got close too, no reaction.” I relplied.

Sam added, “I had salt on the entries and exits, devils trap under right where she was standing, got no adverse reaction.”

“So she’s naturally this good?” I asked as I served up his salad and my real food.

“Or she’s just curious” said Sam as he took in a mouthful, “either way we’ll see what she’s made of soon enough.”

NOW:

Two Weeks Later

Dean POV:

Man today’s classes went on way too long. I’ve been getting impatient with these kids. None of them are rising to the occasion when it comes to Y/N. She literally wipes the floor with them. I could see the hate from some of these kids who roll their eyes when she raises her hand. It’s almost like they know her adding onto the class means that they need to work more in the end. Not to mention she’s doing all of this while being a student researcher for not just one professor, but two.

As soon as class was dismissed today I texted my brother, making sure our plans for lunch were set in stone. As soon as I got the okay from him I made my way to the Chinese restaurant across from campus, where we were planning to meet. Luckily, he was already there and ordered.

My brother noticed my frustration immediately, “Someone’s pissy. What happened?”

I just replied with “These kids. They’re acting some kinda way towards Y/N simply because she’s stepping up to the plate.”

“That’s happening in your class too?”

“Yeah, it’s really pissing me off. She does such great work and obviously knows what she’s doing.”

“Maybe it’s just too easy for her, Dean. Maybe we need to crank it up.”

I looked at him sideways, “we are trying to teach her, Sammy, not murder the poor girl, it’s bad enough she has to defend a thesis.”

“A thesis which we are going to help her prepare…” Sam said with a smirk as he sipped on his tea.

“Come again?” I asked.

“Yesterday she and I were reading ancient ritual ceremonial books from the ….”

“Can we please skip the magical shit, Sam?”

“Ok fine, anyway, she shared her idea of a thesis with me and I tend to like it alot actually…”

“Mind letting me in on this or?” I questioned.

“Her thesis is going to be on the importance and ramifications of human sacrifices on the psyche. It’s going to explore it from a ritualistic and criminal psychological aspect, tying ritual killings to serial killers and finding where that drive comes from.”

“Ok, not gonna lie…. That is gonna kill every other thesis presented.” I smiled. “I never looked at either of those topics being tied together and yet she found this pattern? How?”

Sam smiled and said, “if you give a builder the materials and tools, they’ll build the Taj Mahal, Dean.”

I replied with “Sammy… Don’t ever use any analogy ever again, it’s cringe worthy.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes… yes it is.”

Then I saw that the waiter brought over three bowls of rice and then I heard Y/N behind me, “hey sorry I’m late.”

I immediately looked to Sam and he said “Nonsense you’re right on time.”

As she sat down Sam continued, “So… I just filled Dean in on your thesis.”

“Yeah he did, I’m seriously impressed Y/N. You are kicking some serious ass here.” I said as I took a mouthful of rice.

“Thanks, it’s gonna be hard tying them together though. Ritualistic killings can claim the fear of repercussions but serial killings? Not necessarily.” She said as she took a mouthful of rice.

I started thinking and I said, “Well one could say that many serial killers have a drive to kill, in that it could be considered ritualistic. You also have many serial killers that have patterns to their madness. Very ritualistic in nature. Just because there’s no deity behind it doesn’t necessarily mean that it isn’t ritualistic.”

Her eyes lit up and she said, “That’s true but that only explains a fraction of the serial killers out there.”

I continued, “You’re right about that. The other majority is those with mental illnesses. I did study those as well. In many of those cases it can be seen as a fear driven act. Like some serial killers have a fear of rejection, so they kill the victim before they can be rejected. Others have unresolved childhood trauma that leads them to enact vengeance, trying to make things right.”

Sammy interjected, “That can even be tied to the ritualistic killings of the Mayan peoples. Whenever they had a bad harvest or wanted to appease the gods, make things right, they’d give human sacrifices until their luck turned around. But this is just one of the many early peoples and religions that did this.”

I concluded, “So you need to find that one commonality. If you look at these cases, and these religions, stripped down to their bones. You’ll find that there is really not much difference between these ritualistic killings and these mass murderers. And for those that kill just to kill, you could even say that they were ritualistic in the aspect of repetition.”

She looked confused at that, “How is repetition ritualistic?”

“The act of repeating something is a ritual in and of itself. A definition of ritual as an adjective is arising from convention or habit.”

Her eyes got even brighter as she said, “Ahh I see, so just the fact that it’s done the same way multiple times can consider it as a repetitious act, Making it literally a ritualistic killing pattern.”

Sam looked at me and nodded saying, “Meaning that the drive to kill is repetitious no matter what the trigger is, especially in serial killers and in ritualistic killings.”

I continued, “Many serial killers even describe their murders as ceremonial. They felt they needed to be done, whether it be to regain control, to fix the past, or to just satiate a need. This all falls into ritualistic killings because there is a purpose to them, even if they did it just because they could, that in itself is a reason.”

She smiled and looked down to her rice, “I.. how… Claire wasn’t kidding.” She said under her breath to herself.

Sammy’s eyebrows furrowed, “What did Claire say?”he asked.

She took a forkful of rice and looked up at him with her smile peaking through, “She told me you guys would be more than willing to help.” She swallowed the rice and looked at us both up and down, “And more than equipped to do the job right.”

“I’m equipped to do a few things, Sweetheart.” Shit… did that just come out of my mouth… Fuck me.

She looked unphased as Sammy looked mortified, “What Dean means is, he is also a specialist in witchcraft and religion…. Right Dean…” his eyes got big as I cleared my throat..

“Uhh yeah, I also have a mean medieval weapons collection at home, as well as my hundreds of books on murderers and stuff. You should come by, Sammy has a few occult books that could help with the thesis too. Make a night out of it?” I asked, trying to save myself.

Her head cocked to the side, “Are you asking me over to your place, Dean?” “As much as I want to help you,” I said with as much confidence as I could muster, “I can’t give you all of the information that our library at home can. It’s a literal goldmine for someone like you for a thesis. This is strictly professional but I do understand if that makes you uncomfortable. I can bring a few in but because I can’t say with 100% certainty where you’re going or where you’re at in your thesis, the stuff I bring in may not help you. It may be better for you to just come by and have a look for yourself.”

She nodded as she said “Well I only have a writing class left after this then I’ll be off until Tuesday… So what day works for you?” She asked.

Sammy and I both have the same schedules and ironically… It’s the same as hers, only on campus Tuesdays/Thursdays, online classes Monday and Wednesday.

“When do you get out of your class?” I asked as I checked my watch. “4:30pm” She said as she continued to eat. “I mean we can hang around for a few hours, get some papers graded while you have class, and we can go home with you, I’ll make some dinner and we’ll dive into those books, sound good?” I asked while Sam’s face slowly started contorting.

“Sounds awesome, and thanks so much for all of this. I know it’s not easy letting someone into your home.” She smiled. Sam wiped the discomfort off of his face as he said, “We are just really excited that someone is as enthusiastic about this stuff as we are, it’s not every day that we meet students that are this skilled and well… have an iron stomach for our subjects.” He chuckled. I laughed, “yeah usually kids go running out of our classes once things get uncomfortable.”

She smirked and said, “Growing is uncomfortable, Knowledge can be uncomfortable, that's why the kids run, but the adults stay and handle business.” She said as the waiter came up.

After a nice lunch Y/N said her goodbyes and Sammy and I stood at the table, as soon as the door closed my head snapped to Sammy, “How the hell is she not a hunter?” “Dean”

“No, don't Dean me, you see her right? The way she walks, the way she studies and writes, the way sheeee…” I struggled finding the words. “Hunts for information…” Sam completed.

“Yes! Yes exactly… Sammy she is doing this for more than a thesis. She has to be.” I said as I thought long and hard.

“She’s doing it to impress us.” Sam said. “We are not that special Sammy, she is drop dead gorgeous and has way more important shit to do.” I was exasperated.

“Maybe this is a sign,” I said as Sammy huffed.

“Not this again” “Just hear me out Sammy, what if this is Chuck saying ‘okay boys you had your fun now let's get back into the game, shall we?’” I asked as I played with the straw of my drink.

“Chuck is gone, Dean… You know that.”

“No, I know that Amara had enough of his shit and trapped him on this planet, that’s what I know.” I replied. “Dean… we are retired.” Sam huffed as he took the check to the counter. “So was the Terminator and Rick-Flair but after a decade, bam! Rick’s back in the ring and Terminator’s…. You know…. terminating.” Sam rolled his eyes as we walked out of the restaurant, “listen, Dean, we don’t know her motivation, but we both know if she was a hunter she wouldn’t be able to get up at 5 am to decode tomes before classes, she’d be knocked out, in her bed, with bruises, scars and bloody laundry waiting in the next room. Hunters aren’t masters students. They’re backroads highwaymen, they’re outlaws, they’re….”

“Professors” I said as I turned Sammy towards me, “They’re super intelligent, smartasses, master manipulators, actors, weapons and religion specialists… They are masters at hiding in plain sight… Sam… we are hunters and we have fucking Doctorates.”

“Oh my god,” Sam Drawled out. “Given you hacked Harvard’s servers to get us them but still, we’re fucking doctors.” I said as I rushed out the truth and Sam started walking. “Dean, listen to me… Y/N has no marks, no scars, no bruises. She’s not jumpy or attuned with her surroundings, she has no indication of hidden runes, tomes, no unusual jewelry… She is just a normal woman, with a very interesting set of hobbies that she happens to be getting a degree in. Stop making it more than that… Don’t get her on a path that leads to death. We already did that to hundreds of people. It’s time to stop.” Sam said sternly. I looked at him and said, “fine, fine… We’ll help the girl, get her thesis on track, pray to god she teaches with us, and we’ll move on… but what if she finds out about our past?” “She won’t, it’s all locked away. We made sure of that.” Sam said as we walked into the elevator.

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AMBER FREEMAN ONESHOT PLS POOKA

FOR MY BABY , HERE U GO POOKA ::

amber freeman one-shot, "thicker than rain."

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amber walked along the sidewalk, behind y/n. it seemed to keep getting cloudy out, seemingly it was likely to rain. amber had fogotten her umbrella, she mentally groaned. though she noticed that y/n had one.

they walked for a minute, a few feet in between them, y/n was rather far ahead. all of the sudden it started sprinkling. "fuck." amber muttered under her breath.

she sprinted forward to y/n, who already had their umbrella opened. she tapped them on their shoulder, "do you mind?" she said, her hair almost fully soaked, as well as her clothes.

y/n laughed a little, "cmon," they pulled her under the umbrella. "do you want my jacket?" y/n began slipping their jacket off their arms. amber nodded. they placed their jacket onto amber's shoulders.

she smiled, "thank you". amber and y/n don't really talk much, but they were fairly acquainted with eachother.

"sooo, how are you y/n?" amber asked, abruptly. the rain clattered on the umbrella, filling some of the silence. y/n looked down at their broken-down converse. "im alright amber, how are you?" they smiled up at her.

"im actually great." amber said, feeling rather awkward.

"you don't seem great, is there something wrong?" y/n asked, a concerned look slightly grew across their face.

"it's just, i guess im bummed out," she looked down at the wet sidewalk, as they walked. "just stressed out about ghostface, and all th killings."

y/n hated talking about it, it was almost like they felt as if they knew who was doing it. they just hated the fact that it was happening again.

amber looked concerned toward y/n, it had been quiet for minute. "you okay?" y/n turned to amber. "yeah... yeah, just lost in thought." the silence was filled by thick rain clattering against the umbrella once again.

they walked in silence, before ambers arm intertwined itself with y/n's. "im sorry for talking about ghostface again." she looked over at y/n and smiled.

"don't worry, it's fine." they sort of moved their arm, trying to get amber to let go. "are you sure you're okay?" amber asked, letting go of y/n.

"amber i said im fine, it's just a stupid serial killer." they rolled their eyes, in frustration.

amber sorta of backed into the rain, "you can just leave me. ill walk in the rain." amber said, frustrated.

"cmon amber," y/n stopped and reached their hand out to amber. "no- no. it's fine, just go." y/n walked over to amber, "come on. please-" amber interuppted y/n, "no! obviously you don't want to be around me. you're acting weird." she shoved herself back away from y/n. forcing herself to get soaked, slowly by the rain.

y/n stood there, "please. just come on." amber stood there for second, "y/n just leave me alone." y/n stood there, as amber began to get soaked. "fuck it." y/n muttered. y/n quickly closed their umbrella, the rain began to pour into their hair and clothes, soaking them completely.

"we are walking together, come on." y/n grabbed ambers hand, not letting go. they pulled amber, as they were both soaked by the pouring rain.

amber looked frustrated, but for some reason she wasn't mad at all. "stop." amber halted herself, forcing y/n to stop.

"god i hate you so much." she looked at y/n. "you make me so angry"

"good i feel the same way." y/n looked at amber, their eyes drifting from her lips, to her eyes.

"yknow what, fuck you." she said staring into y/n's eyes. "fuck you too." y/n said.

before either of them knew it, amber's lips were crashing into y/n's. it's almost as if she was breathing them in. she didn't know why she did it, but she did know that their feelings ran thicker than the rain that was slamming into their clothes and hair.

#scream #amber freeman #scream 5 #scream franchise #oneshot #light angst #fluff

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It's Been a Long Time Coming // Fog Close

Mark tought these day were behind them. After the fog had not rolled in last year he thought maybe some curse was broken. He only thought about it for a moment last year and then not again until now when he was trying to outrun it. It wasn't particularly fast, but it was relentless. He was loosing his edge, chest aching and legs burning, but he fought. "No! NO!" Something bad always happened in the fog. He always lost himself to it. The fog starts to creep up as his speed slips away like the pressious oxygen from his lungs as he breaths harder and harder. "NO! FUCK!" Suddenly its upon his like its always been right there next to. Oh like old friends, how it feels like you never parted. The familure splendor of being beside youself, face to face with your own features. Remixed, tuned to a different fequency, but familure all the same.

"Where am I... are we? Is this orientation?" Of course it was Mark talking, but not the Mark you started this para with. It's the Mark you started with though. Fresh faced to Greek row.

"Do you suppose we could get a more obvious metaphor about running from yourself?" He fixes his suit and cracks his neck, you know him you love him. It's Dark.

"Not these fucking guys again." A deep huff comes another more youthful face of his. "I don't want to do this again, can't I just have a fun one?"

"Come on, we know better than to run from the inevitable." a cocky white suited motherfucker has the nerve to scoff out after showing up after his expiration. To be fair, he does seem to be a ghost or ethereal in some way. He meets eyes with the washed out pink hair variant who doesn't comment. He just watches with concern, pulling his coat in tighter like the cardigan would shield him from involvement.

"I... um... How are so many of us here and time is still this stable?" Oh god what's this guy even gonna do here? Shouldn't he be in space?

"There's enough of us that I think we can take out the two perverts. Let Rosanna off of baby sitting duty this time." Sounds like something a rooster looking red haired dork would say. Mark, our Mark, Mark prime, rolls his eyes.

"Ah you speak of Rosie possie babysitting but accuse others of perversion?" Gunslinging extraordinaire, serial killing son of a bitch. "I'll still let you take me out though. I Like the way you think!" Wilford.

Mark stood looking at each of them as the fog seemed to move on from them. It was still thick all over but it didn't feel like it was choking him out or picking him apart, breaking him down. He watches all these chunks of him as they chatter and bicker, feeling just the slightest bit thankful that he at least didn't disappear this time. He tries to stay calm but some how hearing his own voice so much had his fists clenched and his jaw tense. Just before he could yell for quiet it goes silent all on its own. When he looks around all of them are looking at him. No, past him.

Just behind him, tucked cautiously to his side, was a child. He wasn't great with ages, could be 6 could be 10, he was small either way. "That's new." Mark mutters and turns to face him, partly wanting to scoop down to his height but feeling a little uneased by the theme that was clicking into place. "Hey pal... um, are you..." He falls quiet as the child wordlessly slide his tiny hand into his own, then looks up into his eyes. "What are we doing here?" He asks and looks at all the other variants, then back to Mark. Our Mark... but they're all our Mark. Different pieces, different times, but it's all him laid out in the fog laden field. They've never been so quiet or calm before. Never so focused on one thing all together. "I... I don't know, kid.... but we'll figure it out."

It's been a long time coming.

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Natasha's Symbiote in Marvel: CH 2: Convincing

Natasha Romanoff was an awesome assassin. Her skills were obvious when she didn't panic because of the voice that sounded in her head.

Instead, she actually pulled out a dagger out of her sleeve and picked up the gun on the shelf beside the door and got ready for action :"who's there?"

Ali inside of her was honestly really satisfied with how cool headed she was even though someone was just inside her brain :"calm down, Natasha. I mean no harm, I promise."

While pointing the gun around as she gently walked around with the dagger in her hand, Natasha calmly looked around :"oh?

And why would I believe you? If you had nothing to hide, you would speak to me like a normal person instead of doing it like this. What are you? Some kind of a mutant with telepathy perhaps?"

Ali was interested as he internally hummed :'mutants? Guess that means that I'm in a normal type of marvel universe.

Meh, I'm not complaining. Would be boring if there weren't any villains to beat the shit out of. And besides, any marvel universe is better than its zombie universe...'

Without letting her guard down, Natasha looked around, but she didn't alarm the others for the fear of this unknown person suddenly targeting the children.

Ali answered with his deep voice :"no, I'm not a mutant or whatever. The reason why I'm talking inside of your head is because I literally can't talk any other way."

Natasha snorted as she checked everywhere for any signs of this unknown being :"hmph, so are you a mute or something?"

Ali chuckled inside of her as he denied :"no, I'm not. Well, I technically am if I'm not bonded with somebody.

So I'm not at the moment. Let me introduce myself. You can call me Majesty. I'm a Klyntar. Nice to meet you."

Natasha raised a confused eyebrow as she frowned :"a Klyntar? So are you some kind of an alien? Wait... Bonding... Are you a Symbiote?!"

'oh? Well, since this is a universe where mutants are around, I guess it's not that much of a surprise that Symbiotes are here as well.'

Ali obviously knew what she was talking about, but he still had to act like he didn't :"Symbiote? Is that what you call us here???"

Natasha frowned with a slight look of worry :"great, a Symbiote has attached itself to me... Sigh, are you a liquid like slime that has to bond with living beings?"

Ali hummed in agreement :"yes, I am. Have you seen any of my other kind perhaps?" Natasha sighed :"yes, I have.

And I'm pretty sure that I don't like them since both of them are murderers. One of them is even a psychopath who enjoys killing. So I don't have a very favorable expression on your kin."

Ali frowned. He knew that she had a point with how bad the reputation of the Klyntars was on earth, but he still felt a little offended since he was also a Klyntar now :"I think this is when you humans use the word "racist", right?"

Natasha's face twitched in annoyance as she rubbed her temples :"a Symbiote is calling me racist, as if it couldn't get any weirder..."

Ali internally rolled his eyes <metaphorically> as he huffed :"well, can you blame me? You've seen only a few of my kin, but you say that we're all evil.

It's like I came to earth and saw a bad person, then I assumed that all humans are bad. How would you feel about that? Maybe you just had bad luck when encountering Klyntars."

Natasha rolled her beautiful eyes as she put her arms up in surrender :"alright, geez. You win, I apologize. So are you saying that you're a good Klyntar or something?"

Ali hummed in curiosity before he asked :"I will answer that after you answer this question. What was the reputation of those guys who those "Symbiotes" bonded with when they were just normal humans?"

Natasha was confused, but she thought about it for a moment before answering :"Eddie Brock was a person with cancer who was left by every one of his relatives, and Cletus Kasady was a serial killer. Why?"

Ali hummed in understanding as he answered :"that explains it. You see, we Klyntars, or Symbiotes, don't have a personality at first.

We create a personality that is similar to our first host so we can bond with them. So if either of these people were the first hosts of a Symbiote, it's no wonder that they were bad guys."

Natasha had a look of realization as she nodded in understanding :"I see, so that's how it works.

That's why Carnage is so violent, he first appeared bonded with Cletus Kasady, so that explains it. Alright, I answered your question. Now it's your turn."

Ali chuckled in amusement :"I already told you my answer in a sense. If a Klyntar is a bad guy or a good guy depends on its first host. You, Natasha, are my first host."

Natasha calmed down while looking around with a raised eyebrow, because she didn't know where to look when talking :"so you're a bad guy?"

Ali was silent for a moment before he gently asked with a confused tone of voice :"Natasha, you good? Do you need to go to therapy?"

Natasha smirked with a light chuckle :"never thought a Symbiote would tell me if I need to go see a therapist. Since you sound so "caring" does that mean that you're a good guy?"

Ali shrugged <again, metaphorically> :"Well, you're one of the good guys, right? That means that I'm also a good guy."

Natasha snorted as she looked around suspiciously :"unless you don't eat brains, it would be very hard to convince me that you're not a bad guy."

Ali curled his lips as he tried to convince her :"Well, it's not like the brain is our main meal. The reason for why we eat brains is because of the chemical in the brain, phenethylamine.

The reason for why we eat it is both for staying healthy and sane. And we also feed on our host's adrenaline during fights.

In fact, the reason for why we bond with others is to have a steady supply of phenethylamine. But don't worry, because of my regenerative power, yours will return to normal the moment I eat it."

Natasha raised an eyebrow in confusion :"phenethylamine? Is there something that has it other than brains?"

Ali shrugged nonchalantly :"why don't you check that thing called google to see what foods on earth have phenethylamine?"

Natasha raised an eyebrow suspiciously :"didn't you say that I'm your first host? How do you know about Google and such?"

'Heh, because I was a human as well.' Ali snickered internally at the thought before he answered :"I had to look into your head to learn your language, so I looked to see and know your common sense as well."

Natasha immediately frowned, but before she could let out her dissatisfaction, Ali explained :"don't worry, I didn't look into anything private.

I should've done it since the more we know about our hosts, the better it is. But I didn't want to look into anything private and lose your trust.

After all, I want you to be able to trust me, so I wouldn't do something like check out your private memories.

I only checked things like what is a common language you speak and some things to know so I won't be clueless."

Natasha stopped frowning, but was still wary :"how should I trust your words? How would I know if you're lying or not?"

Ali shrugged helplessly :"is there any way for me to prove it? No, there isn't. Just try to believe in me, okay?

After all, we need to trust each other if we are going to team up. Your trust is very important to me, so I definitely wouldn't do something that would result in you not trusting me."

Natasha calmed down as she raised an eyebrow :"never thought that a Symbiote would be so reasonable considering how the others act."

Ali rolled his eyes with a sigh :"Natasha, you're being racist again." Natasha let out a light chuckle as she nodded :"alright, sorry."

She stopped chuckling as she got serious again :"from how you're talking, it seems like you're planning on staying. But what if I don't want you to bond with me?"

There was a few seconds of silence between the two before Ali sighed :"I'm sorry, Natasha, but I won't leave. There's a reason for it that I hope you will understand. Do you know what a perfect host is?"

Natasha sighed with a frown before she shook her head :"no, I don't know. What is it? Since it involves the host, I guess it's very important."

Ali nodded as he explained :"you see, we aren't evil beings. Klyntars, or Symbiotes as you call us, are actually peaceful beings who want to create the perfect symbiosis so we can become the ultimate being along with our host.

Being with a perfect host makes that a lot easier. After all, being with a normal host already makes the person a nightmare to fight against, a perfect host is many times more than that.

And you Natasha, are my perfect host. I am a little bit special, I can actually sense my perfect host, that's why I came to you.

I can still bond with other living beings, but there is no way that I will choose a normal host when I have a perfect host.

So yeah, I hope you will get used to me and learn to trust me, because I'm staying with you. But it's not a bad thing at all, me being special isn't just limited to me being able to sense my perfect host."

Natasha sighed as she rubbed her temples :"I don't have a choice, do I? Seems like this matter about"perfect host" is really important to you."

Ali nodded as he got serious :"Though we are a benevolent species, there is no literature on my home planet.

And though it is our goal to make the universe better, we create no art, no music, no culture. At least, not as other civilizations would understand it.

All We Have Are Our Hosts, the beings we join with, to porge through the cold and unforgiving cosmos with.

The bond between a klyntar and its host IS SACRED, they give our lives context and our existence meaning.

They give us history. All we have are our hosts to tell us who we are. That's why even a normal host is extremely important to us, just imagine how important a perfect host is."

Natasha thought about it for a few seconds before she sighed in defeat :"alright, fine. I will be with you, but if you go berserk and harm innocent people, I will definitely get rid of you."

Ali smiled as he nodded excitedly :"thanks! Don't worry, I've already said that I won't do something that would result in me losing your trust.

You should check how we should get phenethylamine then. But don't worry, even if there's no other way except eating brains, I will only eat the brains of bad guys."

Natasha nodded with a sigh before she raised an eyebrow :"shouldn't you come out now so we can meet face to face?"

Ali was silent for a moment before he asked suspiciously :"you won't attack me once I show myself, right?"

Natasha rolled her eyes before she shook her head :"no, I won't. Don't worry, now that I've agreed to let you bond with me, I won't go back on my words unless you break my trust."

Ali was silent for a moment before Natasha felt a weird sensation from her shoulder blade, like something coming out.

As the jet black liquid started to come out gently and slowly so as to not alarm Natasha, it finally formed a head with horns coming out of the corners of its mouth and some spikes from the back :"hello again, Natasha. It's nice to meet you."

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