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confused-gender · 10 months

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Monsters

Summary: You survived for so long. The yautja came to clear out the xenomorphs and to find you.

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I sat there in silence. The silence comforted me as if it were like an old friend. Tears silently streamed down my face as I hid away from the monster that was chasing me. It's always been a cat-and-mouse game with it. It likes to catch me and then release me to play around just a little bit longer before it gets bored with me. It's been like that ever since I was a little girl. It chased down my mother for years until finally it killed her and locked its eyes on me. The sound of heavy footsteps captures my attention, and I hold my breath in hopes it doesn't find me. I pray to anything that would listen to my prayer and patiently wait for it to pass. Soon, the footsteps fade away, and I let out a quite shaky breath. I turn slowly around and look out through the keyhole to see where it was. Only to see another eye looking at me. I let out a yelp and backed myself away from the door. It was never that smart before. The door handle jiggled as the monster tried to open the door. As the handle continued to jiggle, I closed my eyes and prayed to anything that would listen that this wouldn't be my last chase. The room fell silent for a moment. I opened my eyes to see the door wide open but no monster in sight. Where did it go? Soon, I feel its presence somewhere in the room. Fuck! I get up from my sitting position on the floor and scramble to run out the door. I couldn't even get to the end of the hall before something heavy lands on me. "Fuck." I groaned out. I didn't even have to look at what was on me to know that this could be my last game of cat and mouse. "Alright fucker, get it over with. Either release me to start a new chase or you...?" The sudden removal of weight made me extremely confused. I turned around looking for the monster only to see its tail whipping around frantically and its feet dangling above the ground. What the fuck? My body froze up on the ground I couldn't move even with my brain screaming at me to get up and run. I stayed glued to the floor in fear of whatever is holding the monster that's been chasing me. I watched in horror as the tail of the monster gets ripped off cleanly by some invisible force making the monster let out what I could only assume was a scream of pain. I quickly stood up and moved back as I watch the blood splatter onto the floor and walls. Watching little holes appear from where the blood once was. My eyes trailed back to the monster that is trying hard to fight for its life but is failing miserably to defend itself. I watched in shock as the invisible force started to show its true self. My eyes widened with fear. My mother had told me stories of these aliens. She said they were called yautja. She always said they hunted in groups of two but sometimes in groups of three depending on how big the hunt is going to be. I took a few steps back. Fuck, what am I going to do? Turning my back fully to the yautja and I booked it down the hall. Almost slipping when I took the corner to fast. "Fuck." I mumbled to myself. Finally seeing the stairs of the house come into view only to see another one of those monsters coming up the stairs. You have got to be fucking kidding me. I quickly turned my ass around and ran back to where I came from. Only to bump into a wall. Wait that wasn't there just a second ago. Oh god no. I felt it put its hand on me and push me to the side. It's... It's not going to hurt me? I looked at it confused and watched as it rushed towards the other monster and grabbed it by the throat quickly grabbing its tail before it could strike. Fuck not this again. Come on (y/n) think. There has to be another exit out of this place. Quickly coming back to reality when I felt hands wrap around my waist and throw me over their shoulder. What? What the fuck is happening? "Hey, could you put me down you got bigger things to kill then me." I spoke. All I got in response was clicking. "I have no clue what you're saying to me but I'm willing to tell you where the queen of these things is, if you let me go." I told it. It stopped in its tracks and thought about it for a moment. Quickly putting me down and standing in front of me waiting for me to tell it. Oh well that worked better than I thought. "She's in the basement." I told it softly. I looked it over and I could tell it was a male of the species. He put his hands on my shoulders as a way to tell me to stay put and don't move. He started clicking as if communicating to someone else and soon enough I hear two different responses come back from behind me. I jumped and turned around. Only to be met by two others of his species. Oh, so this is a big hunt for them. Great just fucking great. I crossed my arms annoyed as I watched the other two make their way down the stairs and what I'm assuming is the leader of this hunt gives me pat on the shoulder before he makes his way after them. I think I can leave while they're distracted with the queen downstairs. I looked down the stairs and don't see them but that doesn't mean they're not around. Uncrossing my arms, I slowly make my way down the stairs, being as quiet as I can. Once I reached the final step and I looked around, not like I'd know if someone was around or not anyway. I looked at the front door that was wide open and I saw the outside world for once. I mean I've seen it through a window from time to time but never this close. I took a few steps towards the door and soon I began to run. I ran outside barefoot, the feeling of the grass against my feet was such a weird sensation but felt so good to me. I continued to run until I reached the edge of the woods. My eyes widening as I realized I made it out of that hell whole alive. Lifting my head and looking up at the sky, a single tear fell down my cheek. "I did it mom. I did it for the both of us." I whispered towards the sky. I stood there for a few more minutes before focusing on the task at hand. I took one last look back at the house that was my own hell on earth and then back at the woods in front of me. I carefully make my way through the trees. Leaving my sent on random trees just in case those aliens came hunting for me. I continued to walk through the trees and watched as the sun started to set. I stopped walking when I noticed how dark it was getting. Good thing I suck at making fucking fires. Maybe I should have stayed put and waited for him to come back. I sighed annoyed with myself as I got down on my knees and started digging a hole for an attempt at a fire later. Once I was satisfied with the hole I dug, I grabbed some pine needles next to me and put it in the hole. Standing up I dusted my hands off and began my search for sticks. I didn't dare wander to far from where I was setting up my camp because I feared that I wouldn't find it in the dark and then have to start all over again. I picked up a good stack of sticks before going back over to my makeshift fire pit. Dropping to my knees I put a few sticks in then did that stick trick where you rub two sticks together to start a fire. I sat there for a few minutes doing this and realized how fucking dumb I felt. Throwing the sticks as far as I could away from me, I glared in the direction I threw them. "Great just great. Oh wow (y/n) you survived those monsters but now you might die in the woods because you can't even start a fire to keep warm." I said sarcastically to myself. I stand up and look at my surroundings. Maybe I can just keep walking until I can find some shelter. Starting to walk in a random direction I suddenly felt like I was being watched. I continued to walk but would look around every so often to ease my paranoia. The cold seemed to set in quick as goosebumps raised from my skin. I rubbed my arms to try and keep warm, but it wasn't helping. My body shivered as I continued to look. My feet had gone numb a few minutes ago but I kept pushing myself to walk. Letting out a yawn I realized how tired I truly was. "Fuck... I need to find shelter soon." I whispered quietly to myself. Soon I began to feel hopeless when I still hadn't found any shelter. I groaned and just let my body drop. Too tired to keep myself up and walking. I curled up into a ball to try and conserve whatever little heat I had left. It felt like I had laid there for hours but it was only minutes before I felt a warmth near me. I picked my head up and saw a figure standing near me. Am I going to die? Is that death? I thought to myself. Soon I heard the clicking noises and I knew they found me. What a weak prey I am for them. This wouldn't be an honorable kill for them at all. "I thought I told you to stay where you were." He said to me. Did he... did he just talk to me? No clicks or anything. Why didn't he say anything to me back at the house? It doesn't matter I'm going to die anyway. "Now look at you practically frozen. Your mother isn't going to be happy about this." He spoke softly to me. I'm sorry did I hear that right? I looked at him confused. "M-my m-m-mother?" I asked. He gives me a look at me in a way that he could show he was confused threw his helmet but nods his head. I shivered in his arms, and he pulled me closer. "Need to get you warm." He spoke. He made some clicking noises to his hunting party. I'm assuming that's him telling them it's time to go. I snuggled closer to his body. Man was he warm. It's almost like my own personal furnace. I looked up at him with curiosity. This seems out of character for these yautja. When my mother told me about them, she always said they are ruthless hunters and honorable warriors. She never once said that they were kind or anything along those lines. I started to fall asleep in his arms after realizing I'm actually safe and not in harm. "Get some rest human. You're going to need it for the long journey." He said quietly to me. Seemed as if I slept for days, I mean it could have been days with how tired my body was. When I had woken up, I was in a bed covered in fur that I've never seen before. Wait a bed?!?! I sat up quickly and started to look around in a panic. The sound of a door sliding open caught my attention. Turning my attention to the door I see the yautja that had saved me, that was holding me before I fell asleep in his arms. He made a few clicking sounds before he spoke. "Ah you're awake finally. We're going to be landing soon." He told me. What landing soon? How long have I been sleeping for? This triggered another panic to fill me. Where the fuck am I right now? I looked away from him when I felt tears fill my eyes. I don't want him to see me crying. I hear him huff and then footsteps approaching the bed. I covered my face as I felt the tears begin to fall down my cheeks. I felt the furs get pulled back from me and then I felt arms wrap around me pulling me close to them. It was strange, not a bad strange but a good strange. It's been so long since I've had physical contact. I mean sure he carried me around yesterday to wherever I am now and touched my shoulders yesterday or what I'm assuming was just yesterday. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't even realize that he had started to purr and pulled me even closer to him to the point I was sitting on his lap. I looked up at him and he looked so at peace with me like this. "I'm sorry." I whispered quietly to him. "I'm so sorry." I felt so weak in front of him. He just held me closer to him and kept purring in hopes that it would calm me down. The sound of the door sliding open caught my attention again but not enough for me to look. He quickly took me off his lap and sat me down next to him. "Hello Du'sa." Wait I know that voice. My head shot up and I looked towards the doorway. My eyes widened. I turned to look at Du'sa then back to the person at the doors. My body filled with shock and then excitement. I got out of the bed quickly almost falling but I caught myself. I ran over to the figure in the door tackling them in a hug. "MOM!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOUR ALIVE!" I yelled out in excitement. I heard her laughter fill my ears and she hugged me back. Something felt off though. Something wasn't sitting right in my gut. This didn't sound like her usual laughter and her hug didn't feel the same. I was soon pulled off of her by force. "Hey whoa it's fine Vi-Zata." My mom said quickly. I turn my head to see one of Du'sa's species holding me away from her. I felt uncomfortable immediately. This all didn't seem right to me. Something was wrong and I couldn't figure out why. My gut feeling was deepening. Soon I feel myself get yanked into another hard body and purring could be heard. I knew it was Du'sa. I moved closer to him for comfort although I didn't know him very well something about him brought me peace. "This is the human I was telling you about Vi-Zata, my daughter (y/n). You know the one I thought was dead." She sounded slightly annoyed with the last sentence. That's when it hit me. I broke free from Du'sa and just went back into the room from where we were standing in the hall of the ship. She was hoping I was dead. She didn't want me to come here. I jumped back on to the bed from its floating platform. I heard a curious click sound and then the door shut. "Are you okay?" Du'sa asked me. I didn't look at him. I let out a slight sniffle. "She left me behind. She used me as a distraction for them... My own mother used me as bait to escape and for what? Her to get saved by your kind. She could have told them about me and that I was trapped. She left me to die and didn't care. She sent you on a mission in hopes you wouldn't find me. Here I was thinking She had died 20 years ago. Kept surviving because I thought that's what she would have wanted but as it turns out she actually wanted me to die. You should of just left me where you found me Du'sa." I said quietly to him. I hung my head in shame. I felt horrible he had to go on mission that my mom was hoping he'd fail to find me. "I had to bring you back here. She's married to the elder of this pack." I hear him say. I finally take a look at him and notice he didn't have his helmet on. Huh his eyes were a bright yellow almost green they were pretty. He was missing one of the mandibles on his face and his locks were now in full view. He had a few charms wrapped around a couple of his locks. All and all he was strikingly handsome for his kind. I was so caught up with looking at him I didn't realize that he had gotten closer to me. "You're not staying on the ship. You're going to come with me to my home. You'll be my guest." He said to me. Before I could refuse or even protest, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I let out a surprise gasped. "Du'sa put me down!" I yelled at him. He let out a chuckle but kept me on his shoulder as he carried me out of the room that I was in and off the ship. My mother nowhere to be seen. Good I didn't want to see her anyways. I quickly shielded my eyes from the bright light of the day when he finally stepped off the ship and on to what I'm assuming is his home planet. I feel him stop as he's approached by someone. Clicking could be heard as they spoke in their native language. I feel his grip on me tighten and a feeling of unease fell upon me. I feel his body tense up a bit as he continued this conversation with whoever he was speaking with. I tried to twist a little bit to see who he was speaking to, but he adjusted me again on his shoulder, so I was unable to see who he was speaking to. Well, that's rude. I crossed my arms annoyed with him. I felt something touch my leg and instantly pulled my leg away well as much as I could seeing that I'm being held here. Honestly, it's starting to get uncomfortable up here, but the conversation still went on even after a warning sound was made by Du'sa. "Du'sa I'm getting really uncomfortable. Can I please be put down." I asked him quietly. I heard him pause in the middle of his sentence as if to think about what I just asked him. I waited a minute until I felt myself getting put down. When I was finally on my feet and steady, he continued with his conversation. Why is this conversation going on for this long? I finally turned, and I saw the one that was holding me away from my mom. I shouldn't even call her mom anymore. I looked between him and Du'sa. Vi-Zata kept looking at me here and there and kept making gestures towards me. What was he saying about me. Then I hear one word slip out "weak." I looked at the ground and heard another warning come from Du'sa. I could hear his tone of clicking change he was getting mad. Something about Vi-Zata made me uneasy and feel as if I'm in danger. I moved back when Vi-Zata reached for my arm and hid more behind Du'sa. I grabbed on to Du'sa's arm as if I was a scared child. I'm not scared of Vi-Zata but I'm not giving him another chance to touch me. Du'sa looked back at me to make sure I was fine. My body language was giving timid and wanting to leave but I didn't want to stop the conversation he was having. He looked back at Vi-Zata and said something before turning back to me. "You've been summoned by the elder. Vi-Zata is here to take you back to his home." Du'sa said to me. I looked him dead straight in the eyes and made the most serious face I've ever made. "I'm not going with him." I told him. Du'sa gave me a confused look. "I'm sure the elder is a nice man but I'm not going anywhere with him. Our first meeting he was ready to rip me apart if Jeanette didn't stop him. I don't feel particularly safe in his hands. I'd rather you come with me." I said while I looked at him. "I wasn't invited." Du'sa said. I crossed my arms and stood my ground. "Then I'm not going." I looked at Vi-Zata. "Tell your elder that I do appreciate this invite to meet him but I'm kindly turning it down." I told him. Vi-Zata roared at me and took a step closer to me. I looked at Du'sa who stood in front of me in a protective way. "I'm not afraid of you. I lived in a house filled with xenomorphs since I was five. You think that you're going to scare me with that pathetic roar." I said with a small laugh. They both froze at my bold statement. "Oh, did Jeanette does not tell you guys about how old I was when she left me for dead. Yea I survived that and I sure as hell won't let anyone push me around. I'm stronger than you think and I'm not going to take any bullshit you're putting my way. So now tell your elder I will not be going unless Du'sa comes with me. As my protector." I told him sternly. Vi-Zata looked at Du'sa as if to tell me something. I see Du'sa sigh. "(Y/n) Vi-Zata is the elder." He said to me. I looked at him and then looked at Vi-Zata. "My invitation is still being turned down." I spoke. They both looked at me shocked. "First of all, I don't even know where the hell I am, and secondly, I know nothing about your species." I told them truthfully. Du'sa turned his attention back to the elder and started saying something in their native language. Vi-zata looked from Du'sa to me. He shook his head and said something back to Du'sa. I sigh, getting frustrated that I couldn't understand what was being said about me. Du'sa looked back at me really quick and then turned his attention back to Vi-Zata. The sun beating down on me was finally getting to me. I started to fan my shirt out and wiped my forehead. This caught both of their attention. "What's wrong?" I hear Du'sa asked me. "Hot. Extremely hot." I said to him. He nods his head and says one last thing to Vi-Zata before picking me up bridal style and carrying me away. I heard Vi-Zata let a roar out, and it sounded mad. "Du'sa what did you say to him?" I asked curiously. "I told him no, you will not be joining him if I'm not there, and that's final. You told him I was your protector. I have to honor that." He said truthfully. "Why did he invite me to go with him, and why did he keep touching me?" I asked him genuinely confused. "I'll explain that later." He said quickly. We finally reached Du'sa's hut, and as soon as we walked in, he put me down. I went to say some to him, but he walked back outside. Huh, I poked my head out from behind the cloth door and saw Vi-Zata. He followed us... Does he not know what no means? I watched as the two started talking again. You know what? This is none of my business. I walked away from the door and looked around his hut. This is so spacious I mean it makes since their species are fucking huge. Giants compared to me. I laughed to myself about that. As I continued to explore, I came upon what I'm guessing was his trophy room. I see multiple different bones and skulls. All ranging in size. The smallest is a human skull still connected to the spine. I gulped a little bit, feeling uneasy with that, and I quickly moved on to look at the rest. I walked closer to biggest skull he had hung up. I knew this skull I dealt with its kind for 20 years. It still amazed me. I mean I saw him rip the tails off of two of them. I was so deep in thought while looking at the skull I didn't even realize I was no longer alone. "There you are." I heard Jeanette's voice say. I jumped from the sudden sound of someone else being there. I turn around and I see her standing in the doorway of Du'sa's trophy room. She laughs at my jumpiness and smiles at me. I felt uneasy being alone with her. After what had occurred earlier, I don't think I could ever trust her. "Du'sa?!" I yell out a bit. Jeanette rolls her eyes at me. "He's busy right now talking to his elder about you. He was being quite disrespectful when it came to you. I've never seen him act that way. Our mightiest hunter turned disrespectful." She said to me. I rolled my eyes at her and crossed my arms. "You want to know what's more disrespectful?" I ask her with a smirk on my face. She looks at me confused. "You. You're the most disrespectful person I have ever met. You left me for dead and didn't care. I killed two of those things by the age of 7. They're not that bright if I'm going to be honest with you. You didn't even bother to tell them about me when you got saved. Your selfish and don't deserve to hold the title of a mother. You're a piece of shit that somehow got lucky when you should have died like I thought you did all those years ago." I said to her. "Also, you're nothing to me, Jeanette. I should have known it was going to end with me being by myself. I mean, you practically got dad killed when I was 4. I had to teach myself how to survive. I didn't have it like you did. Getting pampered because 'I'm the elder's wife and I deserve the respect' news flash, Jeanette respect is earned, not given, and especially not given to a coward like you." I told her truthfully with tears coming down my face. She came rushing after me when I had finished everything I said. I quickly moved out of the way and screamed, "Du'sa!!!" Soon, I hear two sets of footsteps rushing to where we were. I see Du'sa and Vi-Zata come through the doorway as Jeanette throws something at me. I saw it out of the corner of my eye and ducked in time. Whatever she threw at me got stuck in the wall that was behind me. Du'sa quickly came to me and looked me over while Vi-Zata rushed to his wife. I could hear her screaming something in their language. "What happened?" Du'sa asked me. He looked at me with some concern. Before I could answer he turned to look behind him at the elder and the elder's wife. The elder was angrily clicking at him and then pointing to me. Soon the elder came up to me pushing Du'sa out of the way and clicking angrily at me. I look at Du'sa for some type of help. "He's saying that you disrespected his wife and is now ordering you to apologize." He spoke. The elder got closer to my face and it triggered something in me. I punched him as hard as I could in the face, and he stopped clicking out of shock. "Get. Out. Of. My. Face." I told him through gritted teeth. Vi-zata moved away from me in complete and utter shock that a human out of all creatures just punched him with strength he's only seen younger yautja have. "I don't respect low lives like your wife. I'll respect you because you're the head person, and I do apologize for punching you, but I will not be apologizing to your wife." I told him as I stepped away from him. But he grabs me and lifts me up in the air. I catch a glimpse of Jeanette's face, and she's smiling away in excitement. "Put me down now!" I yelled at him. All he did was ignore me and continued to turn me around while holding me in the air. What the fuck is happening?!? Soon clicking can be heard. "He said that your strong and have a warrior's spirit in you. He wants you to train with me." Du'sa tells me. Thank God for him telling me what's being said. Soon my feet are back on the ground and Vi-Zata is walking back to his wife. He said something to her and then turns his attention to Du'sa. He said one last thing to Du'sa before he left with his wife by his side looking unhappy. I finally turned around to see what she threw at me. What the fuck is that? I stepped closer to it and saw that it was end point to a xenomorphs tail. You got to be kidding me. "This should be fucking proof she wants me dead." I mumbled to myself. I hear Du'sa chuckle behind me. "Oh, she said a lot of things about you to the elder. One of them being that you need to be killed for being disrespectful." Du'sa said to me. Looked at him and smirked a bit. "Yup definitely wanted me dead." I said to him.

#yautja x reader #yautja #predator #xenomorph #yautja x human #yautja x you #yautja x y/n

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rc-writes · 11 months

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𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 | 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢

pairings: benny weir x reader (could be seen as platonic or romantic)

warnings: two curse words??, if you’re reading this as platonic there’s one mention of wearing couples costumes but friends can totally do that to, uhh i think that’s it

a/n: alright i could have probably thought of a million more but it was literally 1am when i wrote this and i was tired lol. also i will admit that was me fulling self projecting on the info dumping about movies part and wanting to text someone at an ungodly hour, but in my defense i do genuinely think benny would do those things as well. also this was requested by an irl friend of mine who mentioned friends to lovers after i finished this so look out for that coming soon! also this is my first writing related thing i’ve posted on this blog in like 2 years!!

will try to learn spells just to impress you

of course there was a few that went wrong

maybe more than a few, but it’s the thought that counts right?

will send every meme or funny video he finds

does not matter if its 3pm or 3am he will send it immediately after he found it

which speaking of 3am i can see him not being able to sleep so he tries texting you

if you answer i can see him texting “hey what’s wrong?? why are u up so late?? everything okay??” and completely ignoring that he too is also awake at this hour

“you are aware you texted me first, why are you up”

“i asked you first”

benny absolutely loves video games and will want to play a few with you even if you don’t like video games

which if you’re with him there a good chance you love them too

but if you don’t you will most likely start liking them even just a bit because he makes them fun

getting to spent time with him and watch him do something he loves makes it special

it also can be really funny

can guarantee at least once he’d say “watch this babe” or “this ones for you” and immediately fail/die

this is also something that definitely happens in the outside world with him trying to throw something away or something

pure of heart, dumb of ass

also i don’t know shit about video games so i cannot go into anymore detail then this lol

is 100% down with spontaneous movie nights whether that be binge watching movies at home or going to the theater

if it’s a movie he’s obsessed with but you’ve never seen he will be trying his hardest not to info dump and potentially spoil the whole thing

but if it’s a movie he knows you have seen he is more than willing to explain every single fact about it he knows

“did you know that while filming this bit they had film it completely in reverse to make it look like that?? insane right!?”

speaking of movies if it’s a horror/scary movie you can bet he will try to act all tough and not scared before it starts

even if you already know how much of a scaredy cat he is he will try to play it off

but the second the first jumpscare happens there will be popcorn flying everywhere

he is no longer allowed to hold the bowl

you’re still finding popcorn in the couch

he will still continue to pretend that he’s not scared despite shaking like a scared chihuahua

you will have to be the one to grab onto him

which then leads to him hiding his face into your neck or behind you

he still refuses to let you turn it off even if you insist it’s okay

there is a part of you that feels bad but also a part that thinks it’s so funny

your contact names in each others phones are han solo and princess leia

the only suggestions i will take on this is that yours is han and his is leia

will take you to every convention within driving distance

if the convention if for some game/show/movie you don’t know be prepared for a whole powerpoint presentation or a weekend of binge watching whatever media it is

“didn’t you just say you hated doing a powerpoint for history??”

“babe this is way more important and interesting than anything school can teach”

you both will be going all out costume wise every convention

i can totally see you guys going in couple costumes or like hero and villain

if the latter you two take turns on who gets to be the villain or hero

if you are with benny there is no way you can be a halloween hater

he can do freaking magic, of course it’s his favorite holiday!!

this also can follow what i said for conventions with the costumes

at some point there is a competition on who can get the most candy

if he loses, he will say that the candy was just too hard to resist, and he had to eat just one piece that turned into him eating many pieces

this is a true fact whether he loses or not

side note if you can go a whole night of trick or treating without eating a single piece of candy while doing so i don’t believe you

#mbav #mbav headcanons #benny weir #benny weir headcanons #benny weir imagine #my babysitters a vampire #my babysitters a vampire imagine #my babysitters a vampire headcanons #benny weir x reader #mbav x reader #my babysitters a vampire x reader

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underthetree845 · 6 months

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playing horror games with armin hehe

Hey Saturn (@ringsofsaturnnnn)! So this took me awhile but let's just pretend it's still October for a moment. How was your week? I wrote down my thoughts, I hope you enjoy!

Playing horror games with Armin?

Armin/gn! Reader (scenario imagine/drabble?)

Cws: gn! reader, established relationship, college au, modern au, horror games, halloween night, armin gets scared easily

Summary: Playing horror games with your sweet blonde boyfriend <3 not much more to say.

Wc: 493

A/n: I never really play horror games (as in I have no experience beyond watching my friends play) so I did my best with this!

Armin definitely wasn’t the one to suggest it, but who is he to turn down an opportunity to spend time with his lovely partner?

He used to like to play regular video games in high school, so he does have experience holding a controller.

Armin was the victim of many pranks on Halloween growing up, being relatively timid and easy to scare. Regrettably, all those years of jumping in fright didn’t make him any less prone to hiding under the blankets during a scary movie.

After all the trick or treaters are gone, when the moon is high and the night is quiet, you both decide it’s a good time to start your game. If you dressed up, you both change out of your costumes and shower first. Armin gladly helps you wipe off your makeup if you need anything like that. He makes sure to grab all your comfort items: several blankets, pillows, a stuffed animal, he even makes you your favorite warm drink and you set out some of your extra candy in a bowl. Normally he wouldn’t be for eating candy this late but he decides to make an exception. He picks out a few mini Milky Way bars to munch on and settles in with you as the screen lights up.

If you’re an avid fan of horror games (and they don’t scare you really badly) best believe you’d better ask Armin to loosen up the death grip he has on your arm so you don’t wake up with bruises. He both fears and admires how you don’t let the suspenseful moments get to you, please reassure him a little bit that there’s nothing more normal than getting jumpy during these types of things; they were designed to make you scared. He lets out more than a few screams, and at this point would rather die than step one foot anywhere without you. His controller does get chucked across the room at some point.

Now if you rarely play horror games and get scared by them easily (like me Y-Y) Armin will do his best to provide you comfort by holding you against his chest and keeping you close, but it’s going to have to be a two way street, he needs your comfort just as much. I couldn’t imagine the two of you just owning a game like this, you probably had to borrow it from Eren or something like that. He probably gets a little shaky, just feeling your heartbeat and hearing your breathing can soothe him, he’d like it if he could cuddle into your chest too. You two will just be a curled up ball of giggly nerves and screams and it couldn’t have been a better Halloween.

Armin may need to take some deep breaths afterward, but in the end, whether you love horror things or get just as jumpy as him, he loved it because he got to spend time with you.

Eren teases Armin the next day when he hears about how scared he got and suggests a group session next year.

Thank you for reading, have a wonderful day/night/morning/evening! 💜🖤

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My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Four

Thursday 7:30 PM

I stood at the counter flipping through a magazine and occasionally glancing up to the movie that was playing on the TVs around the store. It had been a slow fucking night; nobody wanted to be out while there was a killer on the loose. Randy was in the back where the adult only section was. I don't even want to think about what he might be doing back there besides putting returns back. I had driven myself to work tonight since I had gone home right after school.

*ring…ring…ring*

I sighed and grabbed the phone from beside me. "Bradley Video," I answered. "Hello, yn." I stood up straight, "um…hi. Can I help you with something?" I asked. There was silence for a few seconds before the person answered. Something in my gut was screaming at me that this wasn't someone calling to ask about a movie or how late we were open tonight. "What's your favorite scary movie?" They asked. I sighed heavily, "Barney. Bye now," I said, annoyed.

"Don't you fucking hang up on me or you'll come home to find your sister the same way you found your whore of a mother!" My whole body tensed, "who is this?" I asked. I looked around the store and out the windows. "Better question is where am I?" they said. "Okay, then where are you?" I asked. More silence. My gut was telling me to rush home and check on Sidney. "Watching your sister sleeping on the couch. Let's play a game," they said.

"What kind of game?" I asked. He darkly chuckled, "I'm going to ask you some questions. If you get them wrong Sidney dies and her blood redecorates your living room." I could feel my pulse pick up, my hands were starting to slightly shake. "Fine. Ask your fucking questions," I said. He hummed and I could just see the smirk that probably spread across his face.

"The category is horror movies. First question: Who is the killer in Friday the 13th?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, "Mrs. Voorhees. I thought these were going to be fucking hard," I said. "Looks like she lives for now. Second question: In the Exorcist, what is the Demon’s name?" He asked. I had to think for a couple seconds. The movie wasn't my favorite but it also wasn't bad. "Pazuzu." I heard a low growl? Was this motherfucker growling? "What's the matter? Pissed you can't stump me?" I asked.

"Third question: Am I inside or outside the house?" My stomach dropped and my heart slammed against my ribcage. "Don't you fucking touch her!" He laughed. Like he actually fucking laughed! "Can you get here in time, yn? Let's find out." He hung up after that and I rushed around the counter and ran to the back. I ran into Randy on the way to the break room to get my keys. "Whoa! What's going on? Why are you in such a rush?" I pushed him out of the way and went straight to my bag.

Once my hand grabbed a hold of it I rushed back to the front of the store. "Wait, yn! Where are you going?!" Randy yelled. "I have to go, he's at the house!" I ran out the door and got in my car leaving Randy standing at the door confused. I sped out of town and within five minutes I was pulling onto Elm Street. I pulled into the driveway, put the car in park and rushed to the front door.

"Fuck!" The door was locked. I ran around the porch, up the stairs to the upper deck and to the stairs that lead to the top floor. I tried that door but it was locked too. "Fuck!" I looked up and cringed. "Good thing I don't ever lock my fucking window." I climbed up to the room and carefully made my way to my bedroom window. Pushing it up I climbed in and rushed over to my door when I heard Sidney scream.

I swung my door open and saw someone in a black cloak slammed into her door. "Hey, asshole!" I yelled. I grabbed the baseball bat by my door. His head snapped towards me. I spun the bat in my hand, "three seconds to back the fuck away from my sister's room before I beat your fucking head in." Now don't get me wrong I was fucking terrified and I know I'm being fucking stupid threatening a killer but I was not going to let him near Sidney.

My grip tightened on the bat as my hands started to shake. He turned his body completely towards me. I noticed the knife in hand. The white ghostface mask was fucking creepy. His head tilted like he didn't expect me to show up. My heart was pounding against my ribs. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when he bolted down the stairs. I wanted to vomit. I looked over the railing and heard the door slam shut. "What the fuck."

I walked over to Sidney's room after a few minutes when she came running out. "Sid?" She grabbed my arm and pulled me with her down the stairs. When I looked behind me I saw Billy coming out of her room calling her name. We made eye contact and his eyes widened like he wasn't expecting to see me too just like the killer didn't expect to see me. When Sidney opened the door she yelped, making me jump. Dewey was there holding the white ghostface mask in his hand.

We were outside Dewey asking us questions about what happened. Sidney was sitting in the ambulance that was there and I was leaning up against it, the bat still in my hand. Two other police officers brought Billy out in handcuffs, putting him in the back seat of the police car. He kept saying Sidney's name until Sheriff Burke showed up then he was telling him to call his dad. "Oh, my god, Sidney!" I looked over to see Tatum running over to us. "Are you okay? Yn, what're you doing here I thought you were at work?" She was looking between us.

"I was until I got a call from the killer threatening Sindey," I said. Dewey tried to move her out of the way and she pulled away from him. "She's staying with us. Their dad's away for the weekend. And yn too if you want to," she said. "Does mom know?" He asked. She rolled her eyes, "yes, doofus." I put my hand over my mouth to hide my laugh. "Babe!" I pushed off the ambulance to see Stu running over to me. "Stu? What're you doing here?" I asked.

Dewey was leading Sidney to his jeep and Stu watched as the car with Billy in it drove past us. Then Dewey and Tatum left. "I was going to come over and try to convince you to come stay with me while your dad is gone. What the fuck happened? Are you okay?" He asked. He started to look me up and down for any injuries when I saw Gale making her way towards us. "I'll explain in the car, come on." I pulled him towards his car as Gale yelled my name. "Fucknl off!" I slammed the door shut and Stu drove off towards the station.

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Hiiii yaahh!!!

May I request an HC for the demon bros with a MC coming home broken hearted. I would like this to be platonic and as much as possible if the bois don't overreact to the point that they hunt down the person who did that to MC.

Thank youuu<3

the brothers' comforting a heartbroken mc

includes: the brothers & gn!reader

wc: .7k | rated t | m.list

warnings: cursing, mentions of tears, implied breakup/rejection/heartbreak

a/n: hello! i hope you enjoy!! this req was sweet & sad to write and i think they'd all be really good at comforting mc. my reqs are open, so feel free to drop in my inbox for that, to leave feedback, or just to talk with me :3

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➳ lucifer looks up from his work when he hears the door to his study open. “oh, mc,” he says, “how’d it g-” the words die on his lips when he sees the crestfallen look on your face, the way you’re biting your lip. something bad has happened, and it doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together, especially since you had told him you were going to be with the person you liked. “i’m sorry,” he says after a moment, sincere. he knows you had liked them a lot. “do you wish to talk about it? if not, that’s totally fine too.”

➳ mammon swoops you into a big hug when he sees your glassy eyes. “’m sorry,” he says, doing his best to infuse you with warmth. “heartbreak is never easy, and believe me, i know.” he can’t count the times he’s come home and wished someone was there to console him, which is why he hadn’t hesitated when seeing you. “yer amazin’ and anyone who can’t see that is a royal idiot.” you wrap your arms around him and hold mammon there, and he’s more than happy to stay for as long as you need.

➳ levi had had high hopes for you, thinking about how similar the love story could be to one of his mangas or games, but when you come home sad, instead of elated, he knows it hadn’t gone well. “hey,” he says, a little unsurely. he’s not really used to comforting people. “want to go to my room and watch a horror movie or something? i have lots of snacks to share. i’ll even let you pick the game we play afterward,” he tacks on hopefully. you take his outstretched hand, gratitude clear on your face, and levi resolves to do the best he can to make you feel better.

➳ satan brings out his special tea blend, sitting you down on one of the plush couches in his room. he has to clear away a few books to do so, but he had you comfortable within a few minutes. “do you want to tell me what happened?” he asks gently. it was times like this he really wished he had a cat! they were great comfort animals! “i’m always willing to lend a listening ear, you know that. but if you’d rather not, i can read you some of this book i’m reading. it’s about a scorned lover who gets revenge.” he pauses. “maybe i’ll choose a different book, actually.”

➳ asmo can’t believe someone would ever dare to break your heart! you’re the most awesome person he knows, besides himself, that is. “you were too good for them anyway,” he says, settling you into his styling chair. this calls for some facemasks and ice cream, and he has both of those, thanks to the minifridge he’d recently bought. “seriously,” he insists with a scowl. “the nerve of people these days! you’re a total catch.” you don’t seem all that consoled by his words, but he knows things like this just take time to recover from.

➳ beel usually isn’t angry, but right now he is. how could someone put this expression on your face? what could they have done to make you feel like this? “oh, mc,” he says, catching you by the elbow. you press your lips together to stop the tears and beel’s heart wrenches. “c’mon,” he says, carefully leading you to the kitchen. “i’m pretty sure we have some cookie dough left, and that always helps when i’m feeling low.” his mind is already set to thinking about other comfort foods he can make to help cheer you up.

➳ belphie widens his eyes upon seeing you, quickly jumping up. “mc, are you okay?” he asks. you had been in such good spirits earlier, setting off on a date with- oh, that asshole. “come here,” he says, pulling you back to his bed. “what’s wrong? did they do something to you?” you shake your head quickly, and some of his panic eases, but he’s still really concerned. you usually bounce back quickly, so you must be really upset. he’s never been the best at making people feel better but he’s going to try his hardest for you.

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Titanlights Week Day 3: Boo-boo buddies [Emperor´s acolyte AU edition]

"Luz realizes this strange demon from the emperor´s coven is more of a child than a beast"

It happened too fast that day, one moment they are just trying to get more inside information on the Emperor´s Coven the next moment they are now basically holding hostage the Emperor´s weird "lapdog" at the owl house. He made a mess out of the living room in record time, raking claws onto the couch and growling, puffed out in anger, it let out a shrieking voice talking about how doomed they were once the Emperor knows about this, much to their surprise as the demon hadn't let out a speaking word before fully letting it sink in his predicament.

"-So you CAN talk" Eda snorted, and the demon just seemed more annoyed, now playing the silence game with his arms crossed and tail twitching behind him in irritation.

After a few hours, it seemed that he had resigned that his rescue will not be coming in tonight, and wandered silently around the house, Eda had expected him to be looking for a way to escape, but he did not seem interested in fending off alone into the night in Titan´s knows where.

"Sssshhrrrriip-" Luz´s ear perked up at a noise down the hall, blood running cold when she realized it was coming from her room at the house, quickly running in and much to her dismay seeing the demon having busted into her room and starting to rip apart at her belongings,

"HEY- !" Luz shout out but the small demon seemed to purposefully ignore her and continued in his petty wreckage, tearing into left out homework on the floor;

"Stop that, come on!" Luz decided getting physical was the only option, quickly scooping the demon up in her arms. The small beast was startled and obviously angered, pushing Luz away and clawing at her direction, Luz tried remembering her mom´s advice on animals that react aggressively, trying to find his nape, but the demon squirmed his way out and fell with a loud -THUNK!-

Luz realized the demon fell head first onto the floor, worried now that he could have cracked his skull in some way, much more mortified realizing that the golden caps that where on his horns where gone, rolling off nearby, she gasped in horror thinking -she broke his horns-

The demon´s furious glare once he touched the end of his horns wasn't helping her thinking this wasn't the case,

"Oh my gosh oh my gosh- im so sorry i didn't mean it-" she reached out at his head and he hissed and backed away, in all her panic with thoughts swirling in her head she persisted in getting close, and the demon lashed out, biting her hand hard, hard enough to actually draw blood, Luz could bit her lip and cursed under her breath in pain, not wanting to scream out and alert Eda and get this demon she just hurt badly in any trouble for her own mistake, and so the demon realizing she wasn't budging and just taking the bite, eventually softened his grip and let go, letting Luz bruised and bloodied hand shivering in place,

- "Ahh, shoot... i - let me, please wait! , ill get the aid kit!" Luz was trying her best to not let out a sob of pain as tears prickled her eyes as she held her bloody bitten hand and rummaged through things to get bandages, and hopefully glue as well, thinking that at least a temporary fix for the horns could help, meanwhile the small demon just watched intently, grabbing the golden caps left on the floor.

"Childe" she heard behind her, a soft mutter as her good hand finally fiddled around with the aid kit, trying to get a healing patch onto the wound,

"What was that?" she asked because she couldn't really understand what it meant. The demon huffed , "thats what Im called."

"Oh...Oh!" she gleamed through the throbbing hand ache,

"Im Luz! Luz No-" "I already know that." Childe cut her off and held onto the caps. Luz giggled nervously, right , Emperor´s Coven, they know very much about her, shes a criminal to them, to him.

Once her hand was bandaged up and the healing spell started working onto the pain, she finally could grab the glue and carefully scoot close to Childe.

"Sorry about your horns, i hope that this helps a little ?, i guess we are even..."She held her wounded hand up and smiled nervously

"You are resilient, i guess you proved yourself enough to me" Childe tentatively grabbed the glue, then realizing he had no idea what it was for.

"Uhm, oh do you need, help with it? for your horns?" she asked and fiddled with her thumbs and motioned horns on her head.

Childe quirked a brow and then realized, what a stupid human this one was, Belos hyped her up to be more ingenious than this,

"They are hollow. i dont need to glue them on." he said as he just put on the caps back on the cut off horns again. Luz did feel incredibly stupid.

So the bite was all for nothing? she thought and then sighed, no, no she should not have grabbed him like that, of course he was gonna retaliate. Luz glanced at the lower part of his horns, scuffed and scratched, shivering at the thought of what sort of things he had to train for. Luz sat her back on the wall, he seemed so small, helpless, not really fit for a scout at all, the more she looked at him, maybe he was a kid then, even Hunter had some sort of muscle in him from all the training, meanwhile Childe was just,rough all around the edges, his spiked gold collar was too big on him.

"Did it hurt?" she motioned horns again.

"I dont remember. Belos gifted these caps to me, if he found dents on them he would kill you." he glared at her , that explained the anger very well.

"Well, did they get any?"

"....No." she sighed in relief, as if that would make any difference really

"You punished me enough!" she almost playfully booped him on the muzzle before she stopped her finger in the way, he pushed her hand away, rather gently, and turned himself, huffing and curling on the end of her sleeping bag.

"Consider me merciful. I wont rake your face off tonight." Childe said and laid his head and closed his eyes. She did her best finger gun towards him and snorted, probably delirious from the rush of pain and adrenaline of the moments past.

"Thank you very much!" Luz said as she just laid her head against the wall and closed her eyes, too tired to even turn the lights off or get in bed.

#the owl house #titanlightsweek2023 #titanlights week #luz noceda #king clawthorne #emperor acolyte au #samsa´s art stuff #toh fic #kinda !#this was copied from a twt thread so excuse formattin

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agoodfictitle-shadowban · 2 years

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The Fate You Fight - Pt. 3

Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader

Word Count: 5.7k

[TFYF Masterlist]

Tags: soulmate AU, telephatic link soulmate, architect!reader, jewish!Wanda, post-MoM, hurt/comfort, no proofreading

Warnings: mention of abuse, description of violence, language, mention of attempted suicide

Summary: You never wanted anything to do with your soulmate, but when you find her in an advanced state of distress you had to help. After that, it becomes hard to let her go.

A/n: okay, now we've caught up with what ive written so far, and im replenished in serotonine (your comments give me so much of it you have no idea), so it should make it easier for me to finish writing this piece. Although stressing out because im getting my wisdom teeth removed soon so rip me. Anyway, love you guys, i hope you like this chapter! <3

Taglist: @red1culous @yenmaximoff (since you said you wanted more)

A few more days went by, and Wanda assured you she was fine with you going back to the office most of the day. She seemed to really be doing better now that she had people who supported her, but she seemed bored. You quickly discovered that her life before all this rarely gave her time to find a hobby outside of watching old tv shows. When with the Avengers she spent most of her time training, and before that she was a lab rat, so that wasn't fertile soil to develop interests.

Still, she made an effort to find an occupation, she started reading, tried Anath's video games, even played around with some old art supplies you bought once upon a time and never truly picked up later on. But nothing seemed to really scratch the itch.

Then one day, as Anath was home - she had inherited a week of night shift - and watching the news, a report came about an ongoing battle in the center of Manhattan where the newest members of the Avengers were fighting some terrible danger and were in a really precarious position. Wanda looked at the report in horror, then outside the window from where she could see a column of smoke rising. Before she had even time to think about it, she went to the balcony and jumped into action.

Immediately your best friend called you to inform you of what just happened, and you had to excuse yourself as you went to the closest computer near you, pushing the hands of its user to take control.

"Hey! What's wrong with you Y/ln?"

"Shut up, Dave."

You pulled up a live news feed and looked as your soulmate just arrived on the fight scene just in time to save the new Black Widow and Hawkeye from being crushed by debris. She then flew to the danger and what looked like a very violent battle started while the news anchor commented on the witch's return.

You had a bad feeling about this.

At least the fight didn't last since Wanda took care of the threat in a few minutes, top, before taking off into the unknown. You bolted from the office, trying to get a hold of Wanda's phone, unsuccessfully.

Shit.

Was she going to be okay? She hadn't used her powers in a while, and after the Sokovia Accords she kept a low profile since she was a fugitive. Her appearing out of nowhere like that was bound to bring some unwanted attention.

That was bad.

Finally, she answered her phone.

"Wanda, where are you?"

"The outskirt of the city. I didn't want to go back to your place and risk bringing attention there." That was actually smart.

"Okay, ping me your location, I'm picking you up. In the meantime, stay hidden."

She did what you asked for, and after a while she was climbing in your car. Immediately she noticed how white your knuckles were on the wheel.

"Y/n…"

"Not now." Your voice was strained and dry, trying to hide any form of emotions.

Wanda recoiled in her seat while your eyes stayed glued on the road. The way home was quick but heavy with what you left unsaid, but what worried her even more was the lack of your voice in her head. Were you truly not thinking anything, or did you cut her off? She had no way to tell, so when you closed the door behind you she turned to face you, eyes already filling with tears. But before she could say anything, you crashed into her in a crushing hug.

"I was so scared, Wanda, so scared." You plunged your face in the crook of her neck, taking deep breaths. She smelled like sweat and smoke after her fight.

"I'm okay Y/n, I'm good," she reassured you as she finally laced her arms around you, rubbing your back in slow circles. "I don't even have a scratch, I swear."

You actually took the time to examine her, backing away, your eyes roaming her in search of any visible wound. You nodded. Good. That was good. Still, you brought her in your arms again. You wanted to feel her against you, solid, there. When you finally let your arms slide off of her she took your hands in hers, her fingers still black at the tip but slowly going back to normal with time, and squeezed them gently.

"You feeling better?" She asked and you nodded.

Everything was good. There was just a question burning on your tongue but you had no idea if you should ask it. It was none of your business, you thought. On the other hand…

"Are you going to get back into superheroing?" You asked in a worried whisper.

Her eyebrows furrowed at the question as if she didn't think about it. And she didn't. "I don't know," she answered in a confused tone, because she truly had no idea. "I… I acted on instinct. They were kids. I had to do something."

You thought about it, pinching your lips before you nodded. "Okay."

"You're not mad?" She tilted her head at that, some more confusion etched on her face.

"No, no, I'm not mad. I–" you stammered and looked up at the ceiling as you looked for your words. "I was worried, but also… you're a kickass hero, and I kind of told you to do good. And if for you it means going out there and fighting, so be it."

"O-okay, that's… I'm… I don't know yet if–" she breathed out shakily. "I don't know if I will do that too often."

"That's good, I mean, fine, you know. Do that as often as you want," you rambled a bit and she laughed, and you did too. "God, you were so cool out there!"

You laced your fingers with hers and leaned forward so your foreheads touched.

"It felt good to help again."

"Okay, how about celebratory take out? Chinese?"

She rolled her eyes and shook her head when another voice sounded from the living room.

"I'm open to chinese."

Anath smirked at you and you blushed. You had completely forgotten she was here, and apparently Wanda had too since she was getting almost as red as her hair.

Your best friend laughed, and you took your phone out to get the food.

"Sooo, Y/n," Anath started and you could see she wanted something.

You raised your eyebrows. "Yes, Anath?"

"Wanda hasn't been using the guest room for a while." Where the hell was she going with this? "And my dad is coming to town for a conference soon."

Ah, that's where she was going. "And you want him to stay here."

She nodded sheepishly.

"I'll talk to her about it." You didn't even know what you were supposed to talk about exactly. You narrowed your eyes at Anath. "When is he coming?"

"In two days."

You drank your coffee. You were not looking forward to having that conversation.

"Sooo, Wanda," you started in a very similar way as Anath did earlier. Wanda frowned and let you continue while she steered the food in the pot.

"Anath's dad will be in town, and she'd like him to stay here. And you know. You've been sleeping with me. I mean, in my room, I mean, you know." You were feeling so flustered, it was getting ridiculous. Lately you had found yourself more nervous than usual around Wanda, your heart beating in your chest stronger than ever.

"Are you asking me to move in your room?" She was now arching an eyebrow and you felt dumb with your sweaty palms.

"It's just temporary, then–"

"Okay." Your eyes widened. "I'll move to your room."

"Oh, good. Huh. Temporarily?"

"If you want it to be."

You looked to the side, a hand on the back of your neck. "Let's try it out before we make any big decision."

It doesn't have to mean anything, after all. You would be fine, right? You were not at all developing a giant crush on Wanda after all, mhm, nope, never.

Two days later, you had emptied a few of your drawers for Wanda to fully move in your room for the week to come. It felt oddly natural to have her take up more of your personal space, but it also left you feeling uneasy, trapped by an all knowing universe, and it bothered you deeply. But as usual, you repressed your emotions as deeply as possible so you wouldn't have to think about it. So when Anath's dad, Ephraim, finally arrived, everything was ready.

As usual you spent a good five minutes listening to them exchange in Hebrew from the kitchen, not understanding anything until a translation seemed to pop in your head in Wanda's voice. That made you frown pretty deeply and you glanced at her as she seemed to follow the conversation along as she snacked on cashews - yours, by the way, apparently now she was okay with just stealing your food. Finally the man came to say hello to the both of you and was pleasantly surprised to hear Wanda speak Hebrew to him.

Anath threw a questioning look your way and you just shrugged. You had no idea she spoke the language or if she had any religious affiliation to begin with.

The rest of the day flew by, and you actually learned that Wanda was jewish, which, good for her. You already knew a bit from Anath but never truly took the time to study the matter that much. She admitted she didn't practice anymore, but she still received an invitation to join Anath's family during important holidays - along with the one you received every time one of them came around. You had a feeling this time you might actually take it if Wanda's thoughts were anything to go by.

The next morning as you were taking breakfast with everyone, a golden magic portal opened in your living room and Wanda immediately jumped on her feet when Dr. Strange and Wong came through. This was bad, you could tell, so you stood up too.

"Do you often have wizards coming through portals here nowadays?" Ephraim asked in a whisper towards his daughter and child-in-law.

"It's honestly starting to feel like a Tuesday," Jamie answered, Anath simply tilting her head, unable to deny it.

"Strange, what are you doing here?" A very nervous Wanda challenged, hands at the ready to use her magic.

"I could ask you the same question, Wanda. More so I should ask you the same question. I thought you died at the top of Wundagore," Strange answered, while Wong behind him was also assuming a fighting stance, just in case.

"I think I want that weird man to answer first," Anath piped up, drawing attention to her.

"I'm sorry, who, who are you?" He asked, looking at her.

"Dr. Anath Weiss. This is my apartment."

"Mine too," you added, while Jamie mumbled it and raised their hand to say they were an inhabitant too. Strange looked at the older man in the room.

"I'm just visiting, don't mind me."

He actually had a better look at him. "Are you Dr. Ephraim Weiss? You're the current director at UC San Diego Health, aren't you?"

"Oh, Dr. Stephen Strange! You used to be a prick."

This made Jamie spit out food everywhere on the table. Wong behind him seemed conflicted. He wanted to say something, but seemed to agree to a certain degree.

"Well, I'm not here to be disrespected, so, Wanda. Come with me."

You could hear a lithanie of 'no's coming from her mind and her eyes started to turn red. That was your cue to step in, so you did, taking a step to move in front of Wanda, between her and Strange.

"I'm sorry buddy, but she's not going anywhere."

He rolled his eyes, this was getting old. "And who are you?"

"Y/n Y/ln. I'm her soulmate."

He blinked at that, looking between the both of you. "But I thought–" he started, confusion all over his features, but it was quite clear what he thought for Wanda.

"You thought it was Vision."

Wait, what? Vision as in… The Vision? Hiding what you felt right now was hard, but you managed well enough since the wizards didn't seem to notice. Wanda shook her head.

"It was complicated," she said, and boy, it sounded like that. Maybe it was time to ask her some questions.

"Alright, so I take it you won't…" Strange had a look towards you, then your friends. "How about we talk about all this at Kamar-Taj?" He opened a new portal to the temple.

Wanda came closer to you and you extended your hand behind you to grab hers.

"I just want to talk," Strange assured her, "and why don't you bring Y/n with you? As a sign of good faith."

You gave Wanda an interrogating look, and after a few seconds of impossible to grab thoughts, she finally nodded. "We'll come."

He stepped aside to allow you passage and you walked in the portal with Wanda. Wong came next, and then Strange. The three left in the kitchen looked at the golden ring which disappeared.

"Your place is very lively," Ephraim commented.

Anath drank her coffee, not answering to that. She liked it like that.

As you entered Kamar-Taj, you looked around at everything. There must have been a tornado going through recently with all the damages you could see around here.

"Where are we?" You reached to Wanda in your thoughts - it was the first time you were trying something like that - and she quickly answered, giving you the rundown on Kamar-Taj. Then she added the smallest details at the end.

"All the destruction is my fault."

That was a frown worthy moment, and you felt like you really needed a catch up. When you glanced at Wanda, she was looking down in shame, a slight tremble on her lips. You squeezed her hand reasuringly while you were led to a room. There you side down across Strange and Wong.

"So, let's start with the beginning. What happened after Wundagore."

No playing around with Strange. Wanda decided to simply comply and answer so it would be over faster.

"I survived, I wandered around and arrived in New York. I don't really remember how."

"Alright, then what?"

"I just…" she looked away. "I stayed around. I didn't know what to do. I really thought Wundagore would kill me."

"We thought so too."

Listening to that was painful, but that last part made you tic. "Wait a second," you intervened. "What's Wundagore?"

"It's the place of origin of an ancient powerful book of magic, one that corrupt people and that Wanda had in her possession until recently," Wong answered before Strange would keep him from doing so.

"Is that why…" you wiggled your fingers under the very annoyed look of Strange that you interrupted his interrogation.

"Can we keep going?"

"No, we can't." You snapped at him, your voice starting to fill with anger.

"What?"

You leaned forward and even if you had no power, no magic, no training to look even remotely menacing, the man still felt threatened somehow.

"You knew what she was attempting to do, destroy an ancient site of corrupting magic," a look at Wong and he nodded to confirm it, "and that she would supposedly die from it, which was clearly her goal from what I'm hearing, and you let her do it? Suicide by heroism? What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Your voice went up and up with anger as you talked and everyone in the room looked at you like two new heads grew on you.

"Well, there was the whole Westview incident, and she just had killed a few people. And then tried to kill a kid," Strange explained, not liking the tone you were employing with him. "And the Darkhold is not really something you come back from."

"You kind of did," Wong pointed out.

"Yes, because it got destroyed."

You looked at the two men in front of you. "Weren't you supposed to be friend at some point? Or at least on the same team with the whole Avengers thing?"

"We weren't exactly– Yes, we collaborated."

"And you didn't stop five seconds to– to just–"

"We tried to give her an out. She was never coerced into attacking that kid, or into attacking here."

"You just fucking said that the magic book corrupted her! That the only reason you're okay is because she destroyed it! You got fucking lucky, because she managed to break the hold! AFTER IT CORRUPTED HER!" You stood up at that, already halfway there since you kept straightening from anger at each of your words. You couldn't take anymore. Wanda looked at your extended hand. "We're leaving. Do your magic thing so we can go home."

The blackened fingers found yours and pulled the witch up. Strange tried to keep you from going by standing in your face. At this point all you could hear was your blood pumping in your temples and before you knew it you punched him.

"Fuck!" That hurted more than you thought it would. Wong decided it was time to take the wheel and opened a portal for you.

"We will visit you again once you've calmed down," he still let you know and you sent him a deatly glare. "Not as enemies."

Once you went through the portal it closed behind you and the others - who were finishing breakfast - looked at you. Wanda bolted for the freezer and took out a pack of peas.

"Shit, what happened," Anath asked looking at you. It was the first time she saw you so mad.

"She punched Strange," Wanda answered and came back to you - you had collapsed on the couch - to press the peas to your hand through a hand towel.

"Good," Ephraim said under the disapproving glance of his daughter who was getting up and approaching you to examine your hand. "What? It's true."

"What did he do?" Your best friend asked, and you glanced at Wanda. She looked scared that you were going to say anything.

"He was just being a dick," you dismissed and as usual, Anath respected your boundaries, Wanda able to breath again.

She looked at your hand that was already bruising. "The last time you picked a fight was warranted, so I won't say anything. Plus your hand is fine, so, no worries. Just keep icing it for now."

You nodded and your friend assembled her side of the family to go out while Wanda stayed next to you, worry in her eyes. Gears seemed to turn in her mind about what just happened, so you were hardly surprised when she finally talked about the whole ordeal that happened.

"You know, they're right. I was beyond redemption at the time…" she looked at her own hands.

"Come on Wands, that's ridiculous. Look how far you've come."

"I tried to kill a teenager, Y/n." Her eyes full of tears found yours. "I wanted to steal her powers for selfish reasons, and for that I killed countless people. And the worse is that I didn't care."

"That wasn't you, that was the– the Darkhold." That was the name of the thing, you thought.

"No. It's not just that… I–" she blinked a few tears away, looking up at the other end of the room. It was time for you to know everything.

It took so long for her to tell you everything, from Vision's death to Westview and finally to the dreamwalking and Wundagore. You listened, never saying anything. There was nothing for you to tell anyway, it wasn't your story. From time to time you would give her a squeeze of the hand to help her continue, until finally she reached the final chord. It was all a lot to digest. By the end of it your legs were crossed on the couch and the peas were on the coffee table.

You needed some time to think but you could feel Wanda's expectant gaze shifting continuously between you and her hands, so you still wanted to say something.

"I can't find it in me to blame you, Wanda," you finally said. You refused to absolve her, but you couldn't condemn her either.

"You should. I told you I was a monster."

"You're not. You're only human." That seemed to get her attention for good, her eyes hungry for more explanations. "If I, if anyone, really, had your powers? And if I were in your situation? I'm not sure I would… I'm certain I wouldn't have done better. From Westview to Wundagore."

The red rim of her eyes shined with tears that should have already dried after she told you her story. "I'm destined to destroy the world, Y/n."

"Screw destiny!"

Your sudden fire made her jump. In all this story she gave you, you finally realized how much destiny, fate, whatever you wanted to call it, counted on you never being there for Wanda. Because of course someone who was left alone would want to destroy the world, would want for all of it to end even if it meant taking everyone else with them. And that gave you a real choice, and her too. You would fight so she could have it.

"I mean, fuck, you can't condemn someone because you think that one day they might do a bad thing. No, you help them, until they get better, and until you know they're not a risk anymore. You don't let them try and commit suicide." Your voice became weak under the heavy weight of your words. "People should have helped you."

"I didn't want their help."

"They should have still tried." I should have tried, you thought bitterly. But it was too late to change that now. "I want to try." That was the best you could offer, because you truly believed Wanda was good, that what happened was a fluke. And you also believed she had to make amends, do better.

"I'm not worth it."

Gently, you took both of her hands between yours. "I choose to believe you are."

She looked at your linked hands, and at the way your eyes were burning with so much hope and trust. Trust in her despite everything she did and everything she could still do. It was something she missed, that feeling that someone had her back no matter what. It was something you chose for yourself too. You chose to be there for her, and that alone made it all so much easier.

"How will I ever be able to thank you for everything?"

A warm smile spreaded on your face, a love - not romantic, not yet - evident in your eyes.

"Get better."

And she did. A few weeks went by, during which she came into contact with various people - the most notable being Clint Barton since he knew better than anyone else in the old team how she felt after everything she did, and she started seeing a therapist - one from Kamar-Taj who renounced her old life but agreed to use her knowledge for this very specific case. It helped ease Strange and Wong too, and even if they kept checking on Wanda, it was more in the spirit of making sure she was okay than real surveillance.

Jamie made good on his idea and every week they would select a special dish to cook for Wanda - sometimes with her too. She went ahead and helped the new Avengers from time to time when Clint was busy with his family, and you had the occasion to meet a few of them when they needed patching up and Anath was home. Your place was quickly becoming a secondary med bay for them, and you had to remind them that it was still your place of living, so from time to time they would bring food and drinks and impose a game night.

The friendship between you and Wanda grew, and so did your crush, but you were still hesitant to act on it despite your best friend's sporadic remarks that she clearly liked you too.

"It's not the problem, An'," you told her one day. "It's that I'm not sure if she's ready for a relationship. Hell! I'm not sure if I'm ready."

"Sounds to me like you're just avoiding your feelings."

"Which kind of proves my point, doesn't it? If I were ready for a relationship, I wouldn't feel the need to avoid my feelings." Anath sent you a weary look.

"Why are you like this?"

"Years of unresolved trauma," you answered as you picked up a bag of potatoes to throw in your shopping cart. "And I just… I don't want to rush. Plus it's not because we're soulmates that we have to be together that way."

"But you want to."

You did. Sometimes it would keep you up at night, and you'd have to stay in the living room until she fell asleep so that you wouldn't keep her awake by admiring her - yes, it happened often enough that it became a problem.

"That's irrelevant. She had a husband and kids that she lost inside a month of time. I can't just spring my feelings on her like that."

Anath sighed and gave up. She knew that even if you were now more open to the soulmate subject, your situation was still hard to deal with. If anything were to ever happen, it probably would come in time. You were certainly in no hurry.

"So, anything new with Y/n? Maybe a date or two?" Clint asked while he was checking the breakfast aisle with Wanda. She acted like she didn't hear the question, but the blush on her face showed otherwise. Sometimes even just thinking about you would elicit very strong reactions from - and within - her. "Come on kid, it's obvious."

"Well. No, nothing happened. We're just friends." A very sad truth if there ever was one. You had a few 'moments' where there had been a spark, where eyes fleetingly found the other's lips, but neither of you ever acted on it. It was always a bit awkward after with the tension in the air, but it was all but forgotten the next morning when you would wake up in each other's arms. Which might also be something you needed to discuss, because for all accounts and purposes, you were a couple in a lot of aspects of your life. "I don't think she wants more."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because if she did, she had plenty of occasions to show me. Or tell me." She picked up a box of cereals - Kate's favourites - and put it in her cart.

"Have you thought that maybe she's trying to give you space and time?" Clint pointed out in all his wisdom.

"What if I don't want space and time?" She walked over to the next aisle. "What if I want more?"

"Well, then you'll have to tell her." He put some boxed mac&cheese in the cart for Yelena - Jamie hated it. "I know she can literally read your mind, but maybe she has a reason not to act on it."

"What would that be?"

So many answers came to Clint's mind, but he decided to keep most of them for himself and instead impart some wisdom. "What you want is not always what you need, and maybe she thinks that even if you both want each other, you both need to take some time before you rush into anything."

Wanda considered his words. He was probably right, you had always been very attuned to what she needed. She actually talked about it with Therese - her therapist - and pointed out pretty much the same thing as Clint did. You both had heavy trauma, and rushing might cause more damages than anything else. It could cause one of you to panic, or trigger unexpected trauma.

"I don't like it, but I see your point," she said in a careful tone. Clint smiled at her proudly - he could see how far she'd come, all her progress, even if she still had a long way to go.

"I'm glad you do." He looked over her shoulder at something on the other side of the store. "Now I suggest we go, I think Yelena just broke something."

Wanda turned around only to see the assassin and Kate trying to hide their latest catastrophe.

Days went by, then weeks and months, and the more time went by, the harder it was to resist your feelings and the way Wanda would look at you, full of hope. It was one you gave her, that now had grown to be her own. It wasn't just hope to be with you, to find a shoulder to cry on so she would feel better, it was all she aspired to do in the future, with or without you by her side. And it was beautiful, but you still wondered if you could do it.

"Wanda!" You heard someone call as you were walking with her towards the portal Wong made - you had taken a habit to take tea with him while Wanda had her therapy session after you helped with Kamar-Taj rebuilding. You turned around to see a young woman with a jean jacket. Wanda recoiled against you, a panic you hadn't seen in her eyes in a while taking over her.

She's right here, everyone trusts you, Wanda, it would be so easy to just take it. Take it. Take it.

The life she dreamed of with her boys had lost some of its appeal to her - maybe because of how heavily she associated it with Vision -, but from time to time, she still heard that voice inside of her, still saw their faces, and heard their voices calling for her. But she kept fighting it, saw it for what it was now, grief appropriated by an evil she was still fighting. Nowadays, her fingers barely showed any signs of the corruption she went through, but she still felt its effects in those moments.

The young woman - America, you guessed - stopped in front of you both, so you took Wanda's hand in order to reassure her.

"I'm joining the Avengers!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"Are they running out of recruits? Between you and Kamala, you're gonna bring the age demographic through the ground," you commented. You loved Kamala, but she was way too young to fight crime. And from what you saw, America was too.

"Well, I'm not joining-joining, but I'll be helping during minor crisis! And if I'm supervised by a senior Avenger, sooooo…" her eyes fell on Wanda once again. "What do you say? Want to team up?"

"I– I'll have to think about it," she answered, her voice wavering.

"Sure! Oh and don't worry about the whole trying to kill me for my powers thing. I talked with Strange and Wong, and they say you're cool now! And I trust them, so, I trust you too!"

That made you wince, and a quick look at Wanda told you all you needed to know without even hearing her thoughts.

"Anyway, gotta bolt, see you soon!"

And with that she left as fast as she came. Wanda and you finally went through the portal and soon enough you were home alone. You turned to look at her, make sure she was okay, but as you did, you could see that she was anything but. Slowly you guided her to the couch and sat her down, doing the same with one leg under you so you could face her.

"Wands…?"

"I– I can't, Y/n," she murmured when she finally dared to glance at you.

"That's okay, you don't have to accept."

"I don't even understand– why would she ask me? I tried to kill her."

You thought about it. "Maybe she feels like your set of powers make you the best candidate," you shrugged. That was the only explanation you could conjure up. If Strange were here, maybe he would suggest that it had to do with the both of you reminding her of her mothers. "I don't think it really matters why, just that she asked and whether or not you feel up to it."

"Do you think I should do it?" She asked you. She would do it on occasion, ask your opinion on matters she had a hard time resolving. She liked that your perspective was usually more global than her, as you would look at the problem from a more distant eye.

You blew up your cheek before you let out a deep sigh. "I mean… you're an exceptional witch, and maybe spending time with the girl might actually help you heal from what happened with her."

Wanda clearly still felt guilty about it, as she should, but if America was ready to forgive her and even work with her, then maybe it was a good occasion to show that she truly changed.

She followed your train of thoughts and nodded. "That's a good point…"

"But you still need time to think about it." That made sense, it's not like it was a small decision to take. She nodded in answer.

"When she approached us, I… there was this voice in me–" she started, and you knew what she was talking about. She had revealed to you at some point how sometimes she would feel tempted, how she wanted to use her powers to make the universe bend to her will, and how hard it was to do so. The first time she told you, she cried so much about it. To her it was proof she was a bad person, but to you it just showed how much of a fighter she was.

"That voice isn't you, you know it," you said as you wrapped yourself around her and she sank into you.

She never answered your statement, but she didn't need to. You could hear her loud and clear, fighting her doubts with your words.

"Why don't we watch something so you can clear your mind a bit, and we can talk about it again tomorrow morning?" You offered.

She nodded and you took a better position on the couch, allowing her to lean against your front, and you put on her favourite show.

#wanda x reader #wanda #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch #tfyf fic #idk how to tag

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thedragonholder · 5 months

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Mortal Kombat scream au part-1

(kakkō belongs to @angelbroad and Lisa belong to @laismoura-art @mikka-minns , how's this?)

(Also the characters that are portraying the main are:

Sidney preskot: li mei.

Detective Dewey: Jerrod

Gale weather: sindel)

(A/N:sorry if I am late with this since October has been a working month here with exams and stuff so I made this mk au series)

The sky was filled with darkness at night the neighborhood of edenia was quiet with a few lights on.

A person was in the kitchen they turned the gas stove on and put a pan with a packet of popcorn on the stove they made their way to the living room and turned on the television "let's see what's on tonight." The person said to themselves. They had black hair in twin braids in the back with pale skin and black eyes they wore an orange hoodie with black shorts and white socks.

Their thoughts got interrupted as the landline rang and they sighed and went to the phone they picked it up and said "hello?"

"Hello is Sabrina there?" A man's gentle voice asked on the phone "who is this?" They asked "i am charlie I am from your moms friend group" Charlie asked.

"I am kakkō her son I'll tell her you called Charlie" Kakkō said on the phone putting a strand of their black hair behind their ear "wait don't hang up your Sabrina's son right your mom talks about you in the group" Charlie said on the phone "you are in my mom's friend group?- hold that thought, my mom is in a group?" Kakkō asked "yes we are in a wine group together" Charlie said to kakkō "a wine group huh.." Kakkō said to themselves as they took out their smart phone and texted their friend.

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Sassymovienerd: hey rai-rai guess what.

Thunderthighs: what? And can you change my username for the elder gods sake.

Sassymovienerd: no also do you know a guy named Charlie he says he's from my mom's group probably her boyfriend.

Thunderthighs: probably.

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"Yes you know your mom talks about you a lot kakkō she says your the son she never had" Charlie said on the phone kakkō had a tense look on their face they stayed silent "I am non-binary actually but thank you for the compliment" Kakkō said on the phone.

"Oh my I apologize I didn't-" "It's okay my mom was a homophobic bitch to accept me anyway" Kakkō said they moved to the popcorn as it was done getting ready "but your mom always talked about your interest in movies at the group" Charlie said kakkō raised their eye brow in surprise as they turned off the stove "really?" Kakkō asked "yes she said you love horror movies, tell me kakkō what is your favorite scary movie?" Charlie asked kakkō.

"Friday the thirteenth part-4 it's one of my favorites" Kakkō said on the phone "really well, have you ever heard of stab?" Charlie asked "I watched it when I was a kid so I only remember some parts" Kakkō said "do you remember what the movie is about?" Charlie asked "no" Kakkō said on the phone.

"It's starts with a person all alone in the house when they get a call from the killer that makes them play a little game." Charlie said kakkō put the popcorn in the bowl when suddenly the man took a deep breath "would you like to play a little game, kakkō?" Charlie's voice turned rough and cold sending shivers down their spine kakkō hung up the house phone and texted raiden.

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Kakkō: raiden you have to come over now I am scared! This person is playing a prank on me from the stab movie saying their a killer!!

Raiden:...

Kakkō: raiden? Raiden!?

Raiden: this isn't Raiden..

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The house phone rang as kakkō stared at the house phone and back at their own.

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Kakkō: Raiden this isn't funny

Raiden: pick up the phone you fucking slut!! Or do I have to stab your boyfriends guts to make you!!

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Kakkō picked up the house phone with panic on their face "this isn't funny Raiden" Kakkō said on the phone "I told you this isn't Raiden" The killers voice rang through the phone kakkō was in shock suddenly their phone beeped and they opened it to see a video.

Kakkō played the video to see the window door opened as Raiden was in his room studying. Raiden had tan skin and black eyes with black hair in a small ponytail he was currently studying hard as his eyes had eye bags under his eyes.

"Poor Raiden, studying his ass off for an exam that he won't be able to pass" The killer said kakkō scoffed "he's the smartest in the class of course Raiden will pass unless-" "He won't be able to pass because he won't be able to make it in time" The killer interrupted kakkō's eye's widen as realisation hit him "do not kill him please, I'll play your little game just please don't hurt my boyfriend!" Kakkō begged on the phone tears coming out of their eyes "alright movie trivia, best out of three you answer all three right he lives, one wrong he dies" The killer said on the phone.

"Let me give you a warm up question. Who is the main character that was introduced in the first main franchise?" The killer asked on the phone "um, it was li mei!" Kakkō said on the phone "correct now, who is the writer of the stab franchise?" The killer asked kakkō thought for a moment before they answered "I know this one, it is sindel khan you ass hole!!" Kakkō said on the phone "correct, now who killed the ghost face in Stab-3?" The killer asked kakkō got out their phone and quickly typed in the search bar they smiled and answered "it was Jerrod he shot the ghost face shao khan in the fucking head!!" Kakkō answered.

"Great now last question-" "Wait didn't I answer three questions already!" Kakkō said on the phone with a confused look on their face "the first question was a warm up round besides anyone who has watched the stab movies would have gotta it right" The killer said on the phone "shit" Kakkō mumbled "now last question who is the original ghost face in the stab movies?" The killer asked kakkō who thought for a moment before having a smile on their face "wait I know this one it's hades! , li mei's best friend and boyfriend, I got you ass hole!! I got it right!" Kakkō said happily on the phone "I am sorry kakkō but that's just not correct" The killer said on the phone kakkō smile disappeared as confusion was written all over their face "but-" "It was hades and his best friend shinnok that were ghost faces in the original film, looks like poor Raiden isn't going to see the sun rise tomorrow and it will be your fault" The killer said.

kakkō hung up the phone and grabbed his wooden baseball bat "I have to go save Raiden" Kakkō mumbled they went to the front door and opened it to see a tall person wearing a black cloak with a ghost face mask on them the person waved with a knife in their hand kakkō quickly slammed the door shut in panic.

The house phone rang again kakkō made their way to phone their palms shaking but they still had their baseball bat with them "hello?" Kakkō said picking up the phone "hello kakkō" The killer voice said on the phone "you didn't hurt Raiden right.." Kakkō said "your boyfriend wouldn't be much of a concern after I take care of you" The killer said "well the door is locked ass hole" Kakkō said "it wouldn't have been a lot easier for me to get you if I haven't already snuck into your house" The killer said on the phone.

Kakkō swiftly turned around seeing Ghost face who stood behind them taking his knife out from his sleeve kakkō swung their bat trying to hit him in his torso but ghost face stabbed them in their good shoulder making kakkō drop their bat.

Kakkō groaned holding their shoulder in pain as they turned around and tried to run but Ghost face grabbed Kakkō's twin braids pulling them hard kakkō screamed in pain and ghost face slammed kakkō on the floor ghost face took their knife and stabbed kakkō on the torso as they tried to crawl suddenly police sirens were heard from outside "you think I wouldn't call the police, I am not an idiot" Kakkō said.

Ghost face then stabbed kakkō on their leg multiple times going up to his torso as kakkō groaned in pain screaming for help ghost face then turned kakkō on his back and the last thing kakkō saw before blacking out was ghost face raising his knife to slash their neck.

#mortal kombat #kuai liang #hatsune ryujin #tomas vrbada #hanzo hasashi #bi han #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #sareena #kakkō #harumi x lisa liang #lisa liang #scorpion harumi

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silvereestars · 1 year

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My Interests!

Here’s a list of all the fandoms I’m in/was into! (WARNING: Very long post ahead! If you want to see what fandoms I’m w/o the reading, just look at the tags!)

EDIT: NEVERMIND, THE TAG LIMIT FOILED ME /GEN /LH I am SO sorry, but the last few fandoms got cut out from the tag list! You’ll have to scroll down to the bottom to see them-

Crowned: These fandoms are VERY near and dear to my heart- and I’m ALWAYS willing to talk about them!

The Legend of Zelda: This is the fandom that introduced me to the internet back in 2019 (I’m a late bloomer, I know- XDDD), and kickstarted me making theories and analyses!

Friday Night Funkin: Hate it or love it, you can’t deny there are some amazing individuals out there! And for you modders out there, this game is actually heavily moddable- and one mod in particular was what caused FNF to blow up in the first place! This is actually the fandom I’m hyper fixating on right now-

Favorites: While they aren’t as important to me as the “crowned” ones, they still managed to hold my attention for a month or so- and that’s something to admire, considering how hyper my brain is!

Animator Vs Animation: This is the fandom that introduced me to Tumblr and AO3 back in the late summer of 2021- don’t worry, @ann-aha, you’re not alone! XDDD

Oh, and I can’t talk about “AvA” without mentioning the rest of the stick figure community! Shout out to Henry Stickmin, Rock Hard Gladiators/Hyun’s Dojo, Hyun, and Gildedguy! :D

Genshin Impact: Contrary to popular opinion, this game isn’t just for “nerds” or people who can afford to splurge thousands of dollars- I managed to complete the current (back then!) storyline as a free-to-player! While I’m not in the fandom anymore, at least give this one a chance?

Undertale: Ah yes, the funny skeleton man fandom /j /lh But seriously, this fandom isn’t all “Sans Fangirls”- just search up animations and artwork! Or, better yet- search up a full play through of the game (I recommend this order for newcomers- Neutral, Pacifist, Genocide) and let the story and gameplay do the talking! ^^

Just Shapes and Beats: Exactly what it says on the tin. Pro tip- once you’ve seen the full story mode, go check out KofiKrumble!

Minecraft: Of course I’d be into this fandom at some point, everyone will! I’m not into DreamSMP (please don’t kill me I’m just not interested in stuff like server-wide wars), but I AM fond of Hermitcraft and Empires!

Normal: I don’t really think about these fandoms too often, but they deserve a mention!

Harry Potter

Voltron: Legendary Defender

My Hero Academia

The Owl House (hey, while this fandom isn’t one of my favorites, you bet I watched the finale and cried the whole time!)

Doki Doki Literature Club (somewhat- in my master post, I mentioned I hate horror, so I avoid gameplay and stick to tvtropes/summaries- sorry- ^^;)

Kipo & The Age of Wonderbeasts

Pokémon

How To Train Your Dragon

Marvel (The Avengers!)

Mario

Splatoon

Kirby

Subnautica

Trollhunters (and the rest of the Tales of Arcadia! I LOVED that series- except for Rise of The Titans. We don’t talk about Rise of The Titans. /gen /lh)

Carmen Sandiego

Amphibia

“The Big Three”: These were the fandoms I was into as a little kid, and inspired me to start making fan fiction & headcanons!

Kung Fu Panda: Oh my god, I loved this series- and a 4th movie’s coming in 2024!

Big Hero Six: This is the OG- the first fandom I EVER got into! :D

Wakfu: Yugo accidentally inspired an OC (no info- yet! Not unless I learn how to draw!), so it’d be a crime to not include this fandom!

Well, I think that’s all- for now! If you want to learn about favorite characters, theories, head canons and the like- just ask! :D

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liminalpebble · 9 months

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Eddie's Education: Chapter 4

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As Eddie's van trundled through the heavy curtains of rain, he'd run out of things to say, so he was fidgeting instead, heart ready to thump out of his chest.

He didn't like the dark, the rain, the thunder storms; not after the crimson lightening and deafening thunder claps of the upside down, not after trekking through the cold endless nights of terrain like sinewy tar pits as his wounds stung with every step, always running on adrenaline and fight or flight, desperately seeking an exit. It was still hard to believe that it was all real, but if he ever doubted it, he could see and feel the scars to remind himself. Actually, he used to enjoy the night time most of all, and watching thunderstorms under the awning with his Uncle Wayne, swigging coffee from one of their many collected mugs and shootin' the shit until well after sunset, but those were more innocent days. Now just the vermilion wash of a stoplight gave him shivers, reminding him of that red-flashing sky.

Of course, his heart was also thumping from nerves, worried about his tutor; someone he was hoping to consider his friend (though he wouldn't dare get his hopes up for more). She was so quiet sitting there beside him, an expression of defeat drawn over her dark almond-shaped eyes like a curtain. She seemed so soft and so small, balled up in the passenger seat with her head against the window. He was dying to hold her.

As he pulled up to the spot outside her building and cut the engine, he heard sniffing and hiccuping just barely beneath the slashing din of the storm, and turned to see her sobbing.

“Oh...hey hey hey!” he prattled, suddenly forgetting his fears. He twisted in his seat to face her and fished his bandanna from his pocket, handing it to her.

“Thank you. I'm so sorry, Eddie. I'm being a baby,” she gasped out, rubbing her eyes with the soft cotton. “Thanks for the lift. I'll see you Thursday.”

“Hey!” He said holding her arm gently. “I'm not gonna let you go off to cry your eyes out alone, sweetheart. You've listened to me enough. Talk to me.”

“I shouldn't. I'm already on thin ice.”

“Leia, look at me. I won't tell anyone. I promise. Get it off your chest.”

Looking into his guileless brown eyes, she knew he meant it to the core. “I just...I've worked so hard to get my Master's, to be a good teacher and...and be taken seriously and it's just never enough. I've jumped all the hurdles in record time...tried to live up an insane standard, even though all my life no one had much faith in me. I get talked down to like a child. I'm up to my eyeballs in student debt,” she looked around and shrugged “and I don't have anything or anyone here in the ass end of nowhere...no offense,” she quickly added, worried that Eddie might take her comment personally.

“Nah, don't be sorry. You're right. This place is a shithole.”

She let out a little bark of laughter at that, wet eyes meeting his.

“I just feel so alone. The way people look at me here, like I'm an alien...just because I don't have a last name they recognize, or because I don't give a fuck about the local teams making the play-offs...”

“Or because you'd rather sit home reading Tolkien than going to the games,” Eddie added.

She knit her dark brows together in confusion. “How did you know I like Tolkien?”

He turned beet red. “Oh...Uh...I saw The Silmarillion on Book Mountain the first day.”

She laughed again, and it dislodged a few more tears, about to drip from her chin, onto her clothes. Without thinking, Eddie reached over to catch them, stroking them off her chin as he cradled her cheek. His eyes went wide with panic as he thought, oh fuck...oh fuck...that was weird, Eddie. That was a weird thing to do. You shouldn't have done that. Even as he thought this, he realized, to his horror that his hand wasn't moving from her face. In fact, she had closed her eyes, relaxed, her thick black lashes glossed with tears, lips and cheeks rosy from sobbing. He felt a little guilty thinking that she looked so pretty when she cried, that her skin felt so soft, and her lips looked so delicious, like a ripe wet apple. Her shoulders slumped in relief, leaning into his touch.

This feels so good...so right, Leia thought; the way the callouses on his fingers grazed gently over her jaw in little soothing strokes, as if he was terrified to hurt her with his rough hand. The cool smooth metal of his rings calmed her flushed skin. Then her heart sank as she thought, but it isn't right. It isn't right to lean on him. I'm the teacher, he's the student. I would be abusing my power.

“Sorry!” they yelped to each other simultaneously after being lost in the moment, as if they both touched a hot stove.

“It's just there was a little...” Eddie stammered.

“It's okay, Eddie. Thank you,” she said, smiling as she reassuringly patted his forearm, which was now bare without his jacket. With a start, she remembered that she was still wearing it and said “Oh...here you go,” passing it back to him.

“You sure, sweetheart? It's still coming down out there.”

“It's fine...it's fine. I'm like two steps from the door. Thank you Eddie, for listening...for everything.”

“No problem...it's nothing,” he said with a little dismissive wave. “Anytime, seriously...oh here,” he said grabbing a scrap of receipt and a pen from the littered dashboard and scribbling his phone number”.

“Eddie...I can't...”

“Seriously, call me. You shouldn't be alone in this town. There are other weirdos like us if you know where to look. Hawkins is your home now. It should feel like one.”

She nodded, tucking the little slip in her backpack, then looking him in the eye. “Goodnight, Eddie.”

He let out a breath he didn't realized he'd been holding as he said, “Goodnight, Miss Vespero.”

She giggled at that, and in a flash she was out the door, and in the lobby of her building, waving to him. He waved back, giving her a big silly grin which would be plastered to his face the rest of the evening, and most of the next day.

@sunflowerdaydreamer

#eddie munson x ofc #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanfic

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Overwatch, Chapter 1

Inspired by ASMR

SFW

Word Count: 925

1 of 5 Chapters

Created for TBBAW 2023 @tbb-appreciation-week

DAY 5: CROSSHAIR

Characters: Crosshair and Omega, aka You are Omega because the usual 'x reader' tag will not work here.

Tags: Post-Major Character Death, Slow Burn Plot, Grieving

A/N: So I...wanted this to be a one-shot, but my creativity wouldn't let me stay with just one big chapter. So! This became a small but full story instead, in which I did my best to bring in all of the show's loose ends/questions swept under the rug and never answered. Hope you like it!

Tag List: @groguandthebadbatch

AO3: Click Here

"Open your eyes."

It's dark in this cell of Mount Tantiss. Probably too dark for you to see, no thanks to the natborns in charge deciding to shut off the lights a few hours ago. They say it’s to ‘help the prisoners sleep better’, though judging by the sounds you’ve heard ever since you came here, they’re actually doing it for something a lot more sinister.

Nevertheless, your nightmares have already jerked you back into consciousness, so there's nothing keeping you from hearing an all-too-familiar voice speaking right across from you.

"Hey. I know you're awake, kid."

Correction—his voice.

Crosshair's.

And right now, he doesn't sound too eager to be around you.

"I can see you moving over there, so. Open...your...eyes."

Maybe you're not all that happy about being here either, considering just about everything that took place before, and a good portion of it without your consent.

Some of it even happening on his watch, too, if what he said during your last 'meeting' can really be taken as the truth.

In spite of this, however, you find yourself attempting to squint through the dark, even if only to try and catch sight of his face.

"That's better. Hold on now."

He allows you a few seconds of light with the striking of a match against a matchbox, but no longer. The flare alone seems to be too much for him to handle, because he winces only a few seconds after lighting it.

"Sorry if I'm not one for playing games today. Bad headache."

That's about the same time he blows the match out, thus plunging you both back into darkness.

"Anyways. You probably already know why I'm here. What's your excuse—did your brothers get bored of you?"

You're also not about to play games, either, even if he tries to nudge you into one. The truth about your new location is far too great for that, never mind the state of emergency it might have just caused.

"Don't you mean our brothers?"

In fact, you know you're thinking of them so strongly that your stomach starts to ache. Not just your own squad, but also Captain Rex, Captain Gregor, Captain Howzer, and any other Trooper you’ve had the good fortune to meet.

If only you could see them now.

"We'll argue clone biology later, all right?"

This wasn't how things were supposed to end, no, not even where any of you were supposed to go for so much as an hour. This isn't where you're supposed to be. You can feel it deep inside of your own bones, however bruised they might be from your last mission.

"Right now, you're going to tell me why you're here."

Unfortunately, the tone and rhythm of Crosshair's words suggests he's not in the mood to do the same. He’s more or less his disapproving, disagreeable self tonight, whether you’re going to like it or not. Still, it's next to impossible to answer him without bringing them up.

"They took me away and brought me here. That's why."

Especially when you know for a fact that they would have stayed on the outside of this place, this prison, until the most opportune moment came to break their way inside; secure Crosshair; and escape with no more than a few scratches and bumps apiece.

" 'Took you'...? Why?"

"I don't know. I can only guess that they—that Hemlock's—planning something bad for everyone."

Especially when you knew most of them had been ready to do just that. When you can believe, yes, even with the pain and horror still fresh inside your bones, that they could have made it, that he could have made it in and out of this massive prison in no time at all.

You saw the look in his eyes as soon as the news broke.

You heard the emotion in his voice when he realized just how many of his past words had been harmful instead of helpful.

And if you had been given a few more hours, if he had been given a few more hours, if all of you had been given just a little more time—

"Planning something...so that's why they brought me here as well."

—Then how different would things have been...?

" 'For the Empire'. "

Would he be trapped in here with you, beside the both of you, whispering in the dark just like all the others and waiting for his turn to see what waited behind those closed gray doors in the distance?

Would he start planning something big instead, some part of a grand escape, and slowly get you and several other inmates on board with it while all of these falsely styled "doctors" were neither watching nor listening?

"Crosshair, I...that's not all…"

Or would Hemlock have just plain taken him on the spot, and so ended it before he could so much as object...?

"Not all...? What do you mean, 'that's not all'?"

You wish that thinking about this, about him, could somehow bring him back to life and straight back here to you. Oh, how everything could start becoming right again, normal again, if you could see him standing there in front of you, safe and unhurt and so completely real that hugging him wouldn't turn out to be another of your sad little fever dreams.

“...I mean, I have something important to tell you.”

That you would never have to wake up for another morning to find him gone, and to find yourself very nearly alone.

"It's about Tech."

#the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #tbbaw2023 #crosshair #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #tbb crosshair and omega #you are omega #day 5 #post major character death #slow burn plot #grieving #tbb: overwatch

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kindofblue28 · 9 months

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I found your post recommending Faust the other day when I was looking for recent posts about the Gadget games, then went ahead and watched a playthrough, and I’m glad I did even if I don’t fully understand the story. That GameBoomers forum thread did help to clear some things up, at least. I don’t know where the hell the Wikipedia plot summary describing Marcellus as the Devil got that idea from, that doesn’t seem to be the case at all, somebody should change that.

Man, that final part with Giselle hit pretty hard, though it’s undercut a bit by that sitcomy ending. This game has a tone problem, that’s for sure. Do you think it’s an exaggeration on my part to call Geoffrey Bateman (I think that’s him?)’s performance as Mef one of the best vocal performances for a video game character? The character displays a wide range of emotions and he nails it, when he laughs it sounds like he’s laughing for real. I’m so glad that the voice of Loge/Loki from RLOTN got to be in the spotlight for something somewhat better.

I think Drowned God and - to a lesser extent - Gadget have already filled up too much real estate in my brain for me to want to dive super deep into the lore and stuff, but I’ll be looking forward for your fan website to see the concept art and all that! As one of the very few people on this Earth who has bothered to document Drowned God’s completely absurd story and try to explain it, plus Gadget’s too a little, I get how kinda lonely it feels to want to reach out and tell others about such a weird thing that has interesting ideas despite its faults.

I’ll be busy for the next several days, but maybe in the near future I’ll make a TV Tropes page for Faust, and if I have any questions about characters and story elements. I feel like that site can do quite a bit to spread the word about these types of media and help clarify stuff.

Hey! Just wanted to say thanks for sending me this ask!! I'm very glad that post helped you find that game, and really happy to see another Gadget fan too. I can understand being confused about the story- I was very confused on my first couple of playthroughs too, if you have any questions I'd be glad to answer them about this game. Wasn't even aware of the stuff with the Wikipedia article- I'll try and look and see what I can do about that, because… whew, that's VERY wrong! Also completely agree with you on the part with Giselle. Really hits me hard and like, 9/10 makes me cry whenever I play thru that part- its message really helped me. Though yeah, I agree on the ending too. I feel like this game has such an issue of like, going way faster than it needs to be. I feel like a lot of the messages don't have enough time to really sit and get their point across, like, you just immediately get thrust into the end stuff after that, and doesn't even let the horror element of what happened sit? It stinks, and even if I hold this game in a really high regard, it's VERY flawed and all over the place.

Also, I definitely think Geoffery Bateman did FANTASTIC as Mef. I've listened to his roles in other Arxel games and this definitely feels like one where he got to shine- I feel like his other roles he's stuck in ones where he just sounds monotone and disinterested, where his performance of Mef sounds like, super believable and not forced at all :)

Also, can understand not wanting to dive super deep into the lore, I mean, it's been like that for me with Gadget, Faust took up too much of the braincells for this year and even if I own most of the supporting material for Gadget I just don't think I have the brain energy to dive super deep into it right now, so I totally get ya. Also cool you're a Drowned God fan- I meant to play that sorta soon, it's a game that's been on my list for years, if you took the time to play Faust, I got to at least give you the time with Drowned God too. More of these small games like these really need to be remembered- they have something to say! About the site, I hopefully should have SOMETHING up eventually. I've been kinda conflicted on the stuff in regards to Faust though, as I've debated having it moved to a wiki framework- and that might just be too much effort for one game, and I wouldn't want to be the one to make a wiki on Arxel Tribe games, as I haven't played most of them. I was planning to host the website on Neocities but my website building skills are VERY poor and that's just been stopping me from doing the pages themselves, I have the info, just not the skills :(

Either way, thank you for your ask (and your time!), you've been very kind. If you want to talk about the game at all I'm here on tumblr or on Discord (same username) :) Peace!

#asks #faustposting #7gotsposting

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I posted 169 times in 2022

That's 140 more posts than 2021!

117 posts created (69%)

52 posts reblogged (31%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@bisexual-horror-fan

@alovingelf

@antedilfuvian

@rakimaiirisa

I tagged 77 of my posts in 2022

#all of us are dead - 51 posts

#gwi nam - 26 posts

#yoon gwi nam - 25 posts

#resident evil - 14 posts

#x reader - 9 posts

#gwi-nam - 9 posts

#marvel - 9 posts

#albert wesker - 9 posts

#meme - 8 posts

#spn - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 42 characters

#my japanese is way more neat than this lol

My Top Posts in 2022:

Name Tags | Han Gyeong-Su

"Gyeong-Su, you honestly suck at this game!"

"I do not! You're the one that sucks, the parkour is hard!"

Two best friends by the name Han Gyeong-Su and L/N Y/N were playing a zombie video game called, "Dying Light," but little did they know, their future would be filled with the same kind of monsters.

"If zombies were real, would you protect me, Y/N?" Gyeong-Su pauses the game and looks at his best friend.

Y/N looks back at him, "Nope." She tries to stifle a laugh.

"Yah!" Gyeong-Su slides over to her and raises his arms as if ready to tickle her, "Why not!"

"Gyeong-Su, don't. I was kidding!" She gets ready to stand up and run, only to have his hands run all over her sides; causing her to burst into a fit of loud laughter.

He watched her face contort into pure happiness, she was adorable in his eyes. She was perfection to him. How could she be everything he ever wanted? All he wants is her, there's was no way he thought of her the same. She was always talking to Wu-Jin, that must mean that she likes him. All he could do was dream about being with her.

"Okay! Okay! Stop, dude!" Y/N curled up into a ball.

Gyeong-Su smiles and releases her, "Come on, we should go to bed, it's late and we've got school tomorrow."

Y/N was staying at his house for the night as her parents were on a business trip in America for the week.

"Ugh fine."

"Oh my god, I can't believe we slept in! We're gonna be so late! I don't wanna get in trouble." Y/N runs beside her best friend.

"Hey at least we'll be stuck at school together," he smiles.

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Afterlife | Wesker x F!Reader Ch.1

Y/N groaned with a scratch of her head, "Chris, I'm tired, let's please rest. Claire, you agree with me, right?" She pleadfully looked at the female Redfield.

Claire shook her head, "I thought you had tons of energy two minutes ago."

Chris chuckled at his sisters remark. Y/N glared at Chris, slapping the back of his neck.

"OW?! What the hell was that for???" Chris glared back.

"Don't worry about it, Mr Redfield." She clicked her tongue.

Claire was getting annoyed, "Oh my god, why won't you to just have babies already, you both fight like a married couple."

Y/N and Chris looked at Claire, "That's disgusting!" They said in sync with another, before looking at each other in disgust.

Claire rolled her eyes and walked ahead.

"I just want to get out this damn forest already," the tired girl said.

The three partners stepped with caution, their guns aimed to the ground, prepared to fire. They were told this building was secretly holding experiments for Umbrella, testing on humans, to further create the zombie virus. To strengthen Ouroboros. One of the people in charge? Albert Wesker. Born in 1960. He's immortal, hasn't aged since, still remains youthful. Difficult to kill, didn't die when fired with rpgs, nor when in lava. Survived everything.

Ouroboros is protecting him, and since his run in with Tyrant, many years ago. Chris Redfield has always fought with Albert Wesker since he can remember.

Y/N and Chris had liked each other in the beginning when they first met, but they bicker too often so they agreed it would never work. Though, they still have hook ups every now and then, its been a few months since the last one. With the virus increasing, they sorta lost interest in it. Plus, they found Claire, so it was hard for them to have alone time.

Claire figured out about their hookups immediately when she reunited with Chris, and met Y/N.

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127 notes - Posted June 20, 2022

Y’all, this is fucking hilarious. Yoo In Soo having an interview with Gwi Nam

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Hambie (Part 2) | Gwi-Nam x Reader

"Wait, what happened to your left eye." Y/N reaches for Gwi-Nam's face but he slaps her hand away.

"That fucking Lee Cheongsan, bitch. He stabbed my eye with a phone." He leans against a desk.

Gwi-Nam and her were childhood friends, though once they got to high school they went there separate ways. Gwi-Nam became the school bully. Y/N became absolutely no one. She only met Gyeong-Su because they shared a home room. She made a joke one time and it caused Gyeong-Su to laugh. From there a beautiful but very teasing relationship bloomed between the two jokesters.

Snapping fingers brought Y/N out of her trance, "Hey, dumbass, what are you thinking about?"

"Just a friend that died."

"Oh that small idiot? I honestly don't even know how you became friends with that annoying idiot." Y/N smacks the back of his head.

"Because he was funny unlike your ugly bitchass." She scoffs.

Gwi-Nam had to be jealous, why else would he insult her only friend? Now that she thinks about it, she hasn't hung out with Gwi-Nam since the beginning of high school. They've only really made eye contact and hung out with other people. He hung out with the wrong crowd, she hung out with no crowd. Which was quite lonely in her opinion. She wished she still hung out with him, but she honestly stopped caring after he became the infamous school bully.

"So, Gwi, how are you gonna manage now that there isn't anyone to bully?" She snickered.

Gwi-Nam rolls his eyes and smacks her back, "I still have you to bully."

Y/N definitely couldn't deny it, she had feelings for the boy but there was no way in hell she'd tell him. She was afraid he'd use her, then dump her, then bully her forever.

Yeah they're still friends, but what if she ruins it? He's all she has left in this world, she didn't have parents, she lived with her aunt that honestly never really cared about her. Gwi-Nam's family basically took care of her.

"Hey, bruh, I'm starving, I know you probably are too, but you're not eating me, so maybe, just maybe-"

"Y/N, no, get food for yourself. Keep annoying me and I will definitely eat you." Gwi-Nam smirks and hovers over her.

Y/N rolls her eyes and pushes him back, "Yah, did corona not teach you to social distance?"

She waves her hand in front of her nose, "plus you smell like a fucking corpse."

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My #1 post of 2022

Hambie | Gwi-Nam x Reader

"Dae-Su, what the hell is a Hambie???"

"Oh, you know, a half-zombie."

"What the fuck.. How did you even come up with that, dude?" Y/N laughed at Dae-Su, in which he responded back with a chuckle.

“Shit. I’m so bored.” Y/N said and everyone agreed with her.

She looked at Hyo-Ryong and Ji-Min chatting, she became sad because she technically wasn’t friends with anyone in the room, except Gyeong-Su, and well, he’s gone. She never really talked to Dae-Su or Cheong-San.

She stood up from her chair and looked out the window. Zombies were just tripping over each other which made her laugh. The other kids just looked at her like she was insane. How could anyone laugh in this situation? She has a dark sense of humor. She was about to tell Gyeong-su to come look but then she remembered, again. He’s gone. She looked away from the window and sunk down the wall.

She swore if Na-Yeon happens to survive this, she’d kill her herself.

With her knees to pulled to her chest, she began to cry.

She wiped the falling tears and stood up, “Who has a backpack?”

Everyone looked at her, “I do.” Hyo-Ryung says, “Why?”

“Because, I’m hungry, I’m sure everyone else is hungry. Since we can’t even get in that closet. I’m gonna go look for food for us.”

“Why are you insane?? You’ll die out there!” On-Jo shook her head in disbelief.

“And? I’ve got nothing else to live for.” Y/N shrugged and walked over to Hyo-Ryung.

Hyo-Ryung hands her the empty bag then hugs her, “I know we aren’t friends but good luck, please return safely.”

Y/N nods and heads out the window.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Zombies chased after Y/N, even falling atop one another, trying to get through the cramped hallway.

Meanwhile, Gwi-Nam was asleep in a room that was empty.

Y/N becomes tired quickly, readjusting the straps on her shoulders.

She decides to look back, seeing maybe 20-30 zombies chasing after her, "fuck this," she runs into the closest room and slams the door closed.

“Yah! Who are you?” Y/N froze when she heard an unknown voice. Seeing a broom next to her, she grabs it, and starts hitting whatever just talked.

Gwi-Nam was already getting aggravated, he grabs the broom from her, snaps it in half on his leg then throws it across the room.

Y/N is then pushed the against the wall. “Who. The. Fuck. Are. You?” He demanded.

Y/N gave him her infamous resting bitchface, “Get the fuck off me, you fucking stink.” She pushes him off of her.

Realization suddenly hit her, “Wait a minute, Gwi???”

She grabbed the bloody hambie and pulled him to her, “Oh my god, you’re okay.”

Gwi-Nam realized it was Y/N, “I wouldn’t say I’m okay, I’m fantastic. I’m a god.”

“What are you talking about?”

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