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clouditae · 3 years

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First Love | 14

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You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi

Chapter Index

Ari never seemed as happy as she is right now after you just asked her to help you find the perfect outfit for today's date. She squealed and yelled about how happy she is for you to be going on a date with a “God” as she put it.

“Do you want Hoseok to hear you?” you whisper, listening intently for your neighbor to come banging on your door.

“He’s still on campus,” she states as she opens her closet and digs through her line of clothes. “The only person that should be there is Dick Mcgee. Unless he's somewhere as well." She hands you a yellow sweater, moving to your closet to dig through it for something else. Even though her eyes are on the inside of your closet, it seems as though she senses your confusion with the top she hands you. "That's a laguna yellow."

"You seem to know your colors," you mutter, grabbing a pair of light blue jeans from her.

"Should have majored in fashion," she sighs before gesturing to the bathroom behind you. After a quick change you're seated at her desk and given "the second biggest makeover of a lifetime." You really don't know what that means, but you're not going to say anything. It's probably just best to let her do her thing so that she doesn't mess your make-up up because you somehow offended her. Ari talks the entire process--mainly about how she imagines your date going today. The two of you are going to talk about everything while walking down the sidewalk at the park brushing the back of your hand against each other. The two of you are too shy to say anything about it, but after a few more brushes, he gathers the courage to take your hand in his. Your hand fits perfectly into his like any romantic situation. There's blushing and no eye contact.

You want that. You want all of that. To feel loved and to have all those feelings you felt for Yoongi, but to have someone feel the same way for you. "I'm scared," you whisper, eyes closed as you feel the brush run along your lids.

There's a pause in her movements. It's silent for a few seconds before she speaks, "Why?"

You open your eyes, meeting her gaze as you answer, "I've never had anyone tell me they like me before. I know it sounds stupid, but I'm just scared of all that is going to come after this date. What if he doesn't like me after this? What if I'm only meant to just like someone and that's it?"

Ari cups your cheeks, squishing your face. "It's okay to be scared, Y/N. You're new to the whole dating thing, and if he doesn't have feelings for you after this then he wasn't the one. It'll suck because you like him, but your future husband will pop up soon." Ari goes back to work on your eye shadow, your eyes closing. "So don't worry about it, Y/N." When Ari is done with everything, she can't help herself and begins to take pictures for whatever app she's using. "I wanna show you off."

Your phone chimes and you both freeze. Grabbing your phone off from your bed you open the text.

[2:48 pm] Hanbin: Hey! I'm outside the dorms :)

"He's here," you tell her, clearly nervous all over again.

Ari claps her hands in excitement. "I'm so excited, and my first date was years ago." She grabs your bag and hands it to you as she rushes you out the door like she did a few days ago. "Tell me everything when you come back. I'll make sure I'm not with Hoseok or anything!"

Saying your goodbyes, you let out a deep breath and make your way down the hall. Every step is slow and drag-like. You're so nervous you feel like you're going to throw up. What you didn't expect, however, is when you step outside and make your way down the steps to see him standing at the end, all that fear leaves. You aren't scared, but excited. Happy.

"Hey," he says, smiling his perfectly crooked smile.

"Hi."

He sticks his arm out towards you. "Ready to go?"

You smile, looping your arm through his. "Let's go." He leads you towards the parking lot, passing a few parked cars before going in between two red vehicles. He opens the passenger door to your right, acting gentlemanly. You laugh, "Thank you." You get in the car as he closes the door and makes his way around. "Okay, Y/N. You got this. You got this." He opens the door. "Where are we headed?"

He shakes his head. "That's a secret," he answers. "I'm only hoping you'll like it." Turning the ignition, his car comes to life and he puts it in reverse and backs out the spot. "If not," he begins, putting the car in drive, "I should have just taken you out to dinner." The drive is silent at first, but once you bring up midterms, the conversation goes. "We're almost there," he tells you after a while of talking, pointing to the glove compartment. "There's an eye mask in there. Can you put that on?"

You open the compartment. "An eye mask?"

"Cheesy I know, but Ari said you love this place and I thought doing this would make it ten times better."

"Okay," you say, a bit reluctant as you put the mask on. You sit in silence, hands on your lap as you feel the car take a turn. You don't know how long it was, but you guess around five minutes before the car comes to a stop.

Hanbin turns off the engine and tells you, "Don't remove them just yet." The door opens and you hear a weird roaring sound. Where are you? A few seconds later your door opens. "Give me your hand?" You unbuckle your seatbelt, sticking your hand out and feel his grab yours. He helps you out of the car, placing your bag in your hand for you to drape around your shoulder. "Do you know where we are?" he questions.

You shake your head. "It's hard to tell." There's a sound of people screaming. "Where are we?"

"Not yet." He guides you, your hand wrapped in his as you walk for a while, every now and then him telling you that something is coming up. The roaring and screaming is louder now. You think you know where you are, but you could be wrong. A few steps later he finally stops and says, "Okay. You can take them off."

Reaching for the strap on the mask, you pull it off, blinking to adjust to the sunlight. When your vision is clear, you look up and see the huge, familiar sign. Dragons Throne can be read in big red and bold letters. A green dragon with its mouth open and fire coming from it twists its body around the T.

You look to Hanbin. "You brought me to Dragons Throne?"

He looks a little dejected as he replies, "Ari said you love this place so I thought it would be a great first date, but I guess I was wrong—"

"No, no," you cut him off, shaking your head and hands. "I love this place. I was just surprised that we would be here," you laugh nervously. "I've never been on a date, so from all the romantic movies I've seen, first dates are usually dinner and a movie."

He nods in understanding. "Hopefully this will be better than dinner and a movie." He holds out his hand towards you. "Shall we have fun?"

You hesitantly reach for his outstretched hand, taking in that this could be something. You could finally have that happy ending you've been waiting for. You didn't realize the first time how big his hands were compared to yours. It’s like yours disappears when you hold hands. After a few minutes of waiting in line to get past the entrance gate, you are now giddy with excitement. It's been a while since you came here, and even though you've been on all the rides, you still can't help but feel like you're about to ride them for the first time.

"Where should we go first?" he asks you, looking down to meet your gaze.

The Big Drop? Slasher? What ride should his first experience be? "Let's start from this side and work our way around," you negotiate, pointing to the right and sweeping your arm around until it stops to your left side.

He chuckles, "Deal." You lead him towards the first roller coaster with excitement as you get in the short line. "It said the wait will be fifteen minutes," Hanbin begins, leaning against the railing, "I'm thinking we can play a game in the meantime."

You look at him with an inquisitive gaze. "What kind of game?"

"Well we've talked a lot, so we know a few things about one another. Let's quiz each other and see who has a better memory."

"What does the winner get?" you catechize, leaning against the railing across from him.

He taps his chin in thought. After a few seconds of thinking he answers, "The winner gets a prize from the stands here."

"Deal."

Hanbin grins. "I'll start and it'll be an easy one. What's my favorite color?"

"Orange." He nods. "What's mine?" you ask.

"Gray. What's my mom's name?"

So he plans to go further than what you expected. You thought maybe it’s simple questions like his major, favorites and so on. You weren't expecting questions that involve family members, or most likely questions about his childhood. But you have a good memory so you know basically everything he told you. "Mindy."

It seems like both of you are competitive with how hard the questions are getting. You both want to win and be known as the person who knows the other best, but it seems like it'll be a tie. It doesn't stop after the first ride. No. Each wait the questions continue and it surprises you how much you two talk within two weeks. As the hours go by you become more comfortable around him. You don't wait for him to take your hand, you just go for it like you've been doing it for years.

After the two of you have ridden half the rides here, Hanbin suggests, "How about we get something to eat?"

"Sure. What are you in the mood for?"

"What are you in the mood for?"

You begin to think of all the restaurants and stands that are scattered around the park. What could he be in the mood for? Fish or meat? Maybe just fries and a corn dog? Your mom always boasted about the turkey legs they have at the park in your hometown. "Well we can go to the food court area and we can figure out what we want," you suggest.

"Sounds good." He smiles, letting you lead the way once again. You pass by a few characters taking pictures with kids and adults before you reach the main area where a majority of the food stands and restaurants reside. Walking past the stone arch, your eyes immediately drift to the nacho stand. It's not like there isn’t a variety of good options, but since you first tried their nachos here, you can't help but get them every time you came here.

"I see nachos," Hanbin comments and your eyes dart to him. Is he your soulmate? He looks at you. "What are you getting?"

"Nachos."

He grins. "Great minds think alike." There is no one in the nacho line so you order and receive your food quickly. Taking a seat at an empty table, you and Hanbin dig in. Comparing your plate to Hanbin's you realize you are as simple as it gets. Just jalapenos and that's it. Hanbin, on the other hand, has jalapenos, onions, sour cream—the whole works. "Want some?" he offers. You quickly shake your head. He laughs, "Not a fan?"

"Onions." Hanbin can only laugh even harder.

The rest of the day is all a fun blur. Your hands never let one another's go for a majority of the time. Taking breaks you’re snuggled close together. You take photos together and you send them to Ari. He even won you a prize even though you lost by one question. To you it feels like a date that you only see on extremely romantic movies. Like a princess going on a date for the first time with the prince she eventually falls in love with.

After a long day, and basically staying until closing, you and Hanbin get out of his car in the dorm parking lot. In one hand you have a light pink bear and in the other Hanbin holds yours lightly, fingers laced. People are hanging out on the sidewalk chatting away dressed for going out as you two pass them and head up the stairs. You’re ready to fish out your ID to open the door, but another group of people opened the door to leave. The hall is loud; full of chatting people, loud music and even a few doors open where you can see figures dancing.

"So this is what it's like to dorm," Hanbin chuckles, continuing to lead you down the hall, past the stairway and into your hall. Reaching your dorm door he stops and turns to look at you. He smiles warmly, his thumb brushing along your skin. "I had fun," he tells you.

"Me too," you confess, heart fluttering as you grip the bear tighter. "Thank you."

He shakes his head. "I'm hoping there's another one sometime soon."

"I'd love that. Maybe after midterms?" you suggest. Just enough time to do a date or two more before break.

"Yeah," he begins, staring at you with such a warm gaze you feel your cheeks warming, "I guess it's time to say bye."

You didn't want to. "Yeah."

A few seconds of silence. "Can I kiss you?" he whispers. It’s like the hairs on the back of your neck stand. No words are leaving your mouth, so you nod. Hanbin leans in slow. As if he is still making sure you want this. He gets closer and closer until his lips touch yours. It is everything you ever imagined. His lips are soft and he kisses you slow and with so much care. You're only falling for him even more. When he moves back, he presses his forehead against yours. "Night, Y/N."

"Night," you breathe. With one last kiss you watch him leave.

You can't help but grin as you pull out your key and enter the room. You're not even mad that Ari isn't here. You're so happy that nothing can break you. You place the bear on your bed, put your bag on the floor, grab your pj's and take a quick shower. After your shower, you climb into bed, lie on your side and snuggle with the bear. You close your eyes and imagine the whole date over again.

In the silence of sheer bliss a soft rhythmic sound can be heard. It is a small tapping sound, but it grew louder and louder as well as the sound of a girl moaning. It hits you. It's like the beginning of the semester all over again, but it's different today. You have Hanbin. You have someone who likes you and wants to go on another date with you. He's not Yoongi. He's better.

So why are you crying yourself to sleep for the second time because of him?

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danddymaro · 3 years

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Nameless Girl | Shizuo Heiwajima x Reader

I remember when I first watched Durarara years ago, I instantly liked Shizou. Such a sweet, misunderstood man.

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Nameless Girl

She hadn’t expected to ever find herself filled with such excitement, much less having thought that it would come right to her,

But it did, and it started out like any other day...

“Yes,” she replied dully, “ I’m almost home dummy, stop worrying,” she said with a smile, trying to shake off her good friend’s worry. “I know it’s getting dark, but trust me the streets are packed,” (f/n) argued back, “So, nothing’s gonna happen,” she assured (best friend’s name.)

News of the Slasher set off worry, and her good friend was one of the many people set on protective overdrive,

“ Alright, Alright, I’ll message you when I get home, alright?” (f/n) said with a soft smile, shaking her head as she was still on the phone.

From the other line an exasperated voice continued to jabber, annoyed at the casual manner the young woman dismissed it with,

“-Ok, Ok Bye!” (f/n) laughed, hanging up. “I swear nothing will happen!” She added with assurance trying to play off the seriousness with her chuckle.

Because what were the odds she’d be attacked?

What were the odds something so extraordinary would happen to the ordinary?

She was ready to put her phone back in her jacket’s pocket when she suddenly fell back. Her cell, which had been in her right hand, practically flew from her loose grasp as she came down.

It then slid farther from her and onto the crowded street, making her eyes round widely,

“Oh shit!” she fretted, crawling towards the fallen, little technological piece with haste. Fortunately, she hadn’t taken long to react, scrambling off from her ass and crawling towards the cell before someone carelessly stomped on it.

Once her hand came in contact with the phone the young woman snatched it and clutched it close to her chest, almost afraid to take a moment to look down at it, knowing it could be cracked.

Yet again she cursed, hoping to high heaven that it was just fine, or that at the very least, it had a tiny, itsy bitsy scratch she could just ignore.

Standing up, she gave a quick heave before dashing her (e/c) eyes down to the cell, finding it to be safe from any nasty damage.

Not a single chip or crack was in sight making her cry out of utter joy,

“Yes!” she chirped, her face wiped off of any trace of negative emotion, instead, looking elated.

It had taken her months to pay it off, and she would have been heartbroken to know the small splurge she’d invested in hadn’t lasted even a year.

‘Luck is on my side!’ She cheered.

A low rumble of curses then brought her eyes forward, causing them to land onto a man who seemed to be in a similar position as she was,

‘Hold on,’ She thought to herself, feeling her blood run cold. ‘You've got to be kidding me,’ She inwardly cried.

As she had trailed her eyes up to him, her breath hitched, immediately recognizing him from the descriptions, and biting her tongue, she refrained from saying something stupid that could trigger him.

He was someone an everyday person would gossip of, but never have the nerve to face, not even in a wild dream...

‘Shizuo Heiwajima.’ She confirmed once taking a second look at his outfit.

It was the same Shizuo Heiwajima she’d been warned to stay away from. The same one that couldn’t control his rage, who terrorized the entire city with flying vending machines on a daily occurrence as well.

‘THAT Shizuo Heiwajima...’ She thought to herself visibly shrinking. ‘Lucky me’ She panned, taking back her earlier declaration of good fortune.

“I’m so sorry!” she squeaked, quickly bowing her head in apology, “ I should have watched where I was going!” she blubbered, “ I’m really sorry!” she rambled on before the man, sticking her head down with the utmost respect.

‘Please don’t kill me!’ She translated in her mind, hoping he understood the unspoken cry through her apology.

Watching with widened eyes, he stared down the young woman with a look of surprise worn on his face. His full attention was on her to such a degree that almost everything else became an afterthought. Heck, even the guy he’d been chasing down became irrelevant by then.

He had even forgotten why he had been so angry in the first place…

‘Some dumbass…’ He dumbly thought to himself, ‘It’s always some dumbass,’ He added, knowing it was true.

“That dumbass who’s probably gone by now,” he tisked to himself, slowly coming back to his senses, his shoulders dropping in defeat.

Taking notice of his rather passive, defeated behavior she stood up with returning confidence, her concern growing for him instead,

“Hey...I didn’t hurt you did I?” she asked with worry, taking a small step forward, a notable concern visible on her lovely face. However, it was clearly noted she was still cautious not to come too close, despite the placid kindness being directed at him.

‘I wasn't the one that just flew a couple of feet…’ He thought to himself as he shook his head.

He then stared stunned at her as he saw her hand open before him. Nervously, her hand stretched out to him and with graciousness he took it, soon standing at his full height and towering before her,

‘I guess I should just thank her,’ He thought to himself, intent on doing so, however, he found difficulty in doing so.

He opened his mouth to speak, letting nothing but a small croak escape his dry mouth. With pursed lips he continued to stare down at the female, not knowing how to push out the jumbled words from his mouth.

To his misfortune, his voice caught in his throat, and instead of being a normal human being with actual social skills, he turned, walking away stiffly.

That day, Shizuo Heiwajima cowered, leaving the dumbfounded cutie with confusion in regards to their first encounter.

“Wait...what was really him?” She said softly, murmuring to herself with wonder.

She lightly gnawed at her thumb’s already abused and previously chewed little nail, not sure what to really think of him.

‘ Rather odd, but not at all some monstrous freak, ’ she thought to herself. ‘...Kind of cute actually,’ she mused with a small, girlish giggle. “Kind of cute?” she said out loud to herself as she contemplated over her daring, little thought.

“More like handsome, kind of charming,” she corrected herself thinking back to the man and the little stain of pink that may or may not have been painted over his face.

‘But wasn’t he supposed to bash my face in?’ She wondered. ‘Beat me up?’ She added, confused, though grateful none were part of the aftermath of their collision.

Her thoughts were then halted when she heard a different voice, deep and masculine with a heavy hint of an accent clearly not native to Japan,

“ Come try Russian sushi, yes?” The man said, offering her a gigantic smile of welcome.

“Russian sushi?” she repeated back, confused, “Is there such a thing?” she muttered before she turned to the voice.

And In her vision was a very tall man, with dark skin and grey eyes peering down at her.

She jumped seeing such a gigantic man towering over her, but quickly calmed at seeing he was just offering her a piece of paper.

Gingerly she accepted it, her eyes skimming over it.

“Ah, Russian sushi, so Russian accent,” she confirmed with a nod.

“Yes, yes, come try, you will like!” He said as he began to push her towards his shop. “ It's fresh! it's good!” He insisted, not giving her room for denial.

She sweatdropped as she allowed herself to be pushed inside because she knew that even if she tried to oppose, she doubted he’d let her slip by without her giving his restaurant a try.

Staying was a decision she didn't regret because she did enjoy it there and if she could give it an 8/10, a rating she’d be more than willing to rethink once she came back later in the week.

Her life then went on as usual, with the same ol same ol, except for one, tiny, little detail,

‘Shizuo,’ She mused, wondering just what he’d been up to the last few weeks.

Nothing had changed in her life except for the fact that every now and then, far too often in her opinion, she thought of the blonde man. Sometimes it was unexpected, remembering him throughout the course of the uneventful weeks with fondness.

Other times, like the present time, she willingly thought of him, wanting to know if the rumors about him were true,

‘Does he always wear that suit, and nothing more?’ She pondered, truly curious.

It was a cold winter night and Ikebukuro looked beautiful, a lovely sight to behold. The gentle descension of snowfall was a pretty sight to witness as it covered everything in sight, painting the streets with pure white.

As the snow came dancing down from the sky and peppering the streets with teenie dots of white, she smiled happily, not at all in opposition to the chillier days to come.

It was the first snow day of many to come, and she looked forward to what days lay ahead, fully prepared to enjoy each and every one.

She liked snow, and of course, what was much more, the chilliness of the night.

Momentarily, (f/n) found herself stopping, gazing up at the snowfall with memorization as the rest of the crowd went along their night, almost as though nothing had changed.

Almost like the beautiful sight was something of the everyday,

‘I guess that's what city life is,’ she thought to herself, taking into consideration that in such a buzzing and packed city, people didn’t have time to just stand and stare at the sky as idly as she did.

They had places to go, people to be with...

And those who weren't in a rush to get home had already had enough of the season.

Her tongue peeked from her lips, sticking out straight in wait of a teenie, little dot or two to land on it. And it didn’t take long before she caught some, having them instantly melt onto her warm muscle.

“ ah...I really do love Ikebukuro.” She mumbled, keeping her nose lifted, staring up at the darkened sky with glazed eyes of astonishment. “It’s so lovely here,” she added, digging her gloved hands in her coat pockets as she began to walk forward mindlessly.

She didn’t have a real destination, nowhere she had to really be at the moment, so decided she wanted to see more of the busy city.

Maybe she’d find some new place to eat, a new place to shop...

Heck, even some new friends.

‘I should get to talking to more people,’ She mused, knowing that co-workers didn’t really count.

She did also have (best friend) But they were out of the city, a long way from each other, studying off elsewhere to work on their dream career.

‘Maybe I should have also gone...’ She thought to herself, ‘Maybe I should have just taken the risk...go off somewhere else.’ She thought dejected.

‘Thinking of taking risks...’ she added while her mind yet again drifted off to the strange man she had met a couple of weeks ago,

‘Shizuo, I wonder if I’ll ever see you again... I also wonder If It'd be such a bad idea to go and look for you...’ she continued while her mind went to the blonde male, well aware that she had gotten an innocent, little infatuation with him.

With a blue sigh, she pouted, ‘Figures I’d set myself on someone so

…unattainable.’

Her body then clashed with another and she fell back with a small yelp, startled by the collision.

“Ahh man,” she sighed, and she winced as she slowly rose her head up, looking up at the man standing before her. And as luck would have it had been the one person she had found herself thinking of just a little too much lately,

Shizuo Heiwajima...

‘ It’s him, ‘ she thought while her (e/c) colored eyes rounded, a smile rising.

The same blonde-haired, sunglass-wearing guy from before was right there and to her disappointment, he looked not all too different from the first time she'd encountered him.

With the colder weather, everyone had decided to switch out to burlier clothing, something to bring warmth, but Shizuo was the strange man out, wearing the same bartender suit as that previous night, having nothing at all to save him from the cold night.

He looked exactly as he did the last time they met, except now he was adorned with few bruises over his face, red little blotches staining his white button-up shirt as well.

He tisked, a sound of obvious annoyance, preparing himself to give whatever idiot that crashed into him a good scare, when he stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the person with widened eyes.

'No way,’ He thought while marveling at her.

it was the same girl that he ran into before, now sitting right in front of him, the same little, startled expression she had worn the first time being present.

‘Ah, damn…’ He thought to himself as he felt his mouth go dry, the little bit of saliva that he could gather up forcibly traveling down his throat as he tried to prep himself to say something, preferably something nice.

Something that wouldn't make her run off too quickly….

“Maybe this is how we’ll keep meeting, eh?” She said smiling, beating him, seeming to not think twice about starting a little conversation with him.

“You keep running into me,” she added, smiling with amusement, a hint of tease in her playful tone.

‘Does she even know who I am ?’ he wondered with a small huff.

“Yeah…” He responded, holding out his hand to her, one she took without hesitance.

Everything went by swimmingly until she frowned, pursing her lips together and sighing, seeming annoyed with something.

“ Oh... You shouldn't be walking around like that.” She Chided, shaking her head in disapproval and pointing towards him, more specifically his attire.

He looked down at his clothing and wondered just what the heck she was talking about, what bothering his choice of clothing did to her.

“It's so cold outside,” she said shaking her head at him. “....And you're wearing that,” she said in a knowing manner, a hand on her hip, fully judging him.

“ so ?” he responded, a bit roughly, raising his defenses up as she attacked his outfit, the same one his brother had so kindly given him.

“The so is that you’ll get sick,” she said in a ‘matter of fact’ fashion, her face showing worry, melting into sweet concern.

“ you don't know me,” he responded back, stuffing his hands in his pockets, glaring down at her, chewing on his tongue, knowing he was sounding like a complete asshole. He didn’t want to sound so sharp and dismissive, but she was making him nervous, the little woman making his heart grow erratic.

He’d been practicing small talk, little things he could say to her if he ever had the chance of running into her again, but as he found himself at the perfect moment to use his mirror exercises, he blanked.

“So?” She said copying in his earlier response, making his eyebrow twitch. “ I might not know you, but you can still get sick,” She elaborated.

‘Walking out in the cold like this,’ She thought with lightly pressed lips.

Didn’t anyone worry about the man?

Unwrapping the warm scarf around her neck she offered it to him with a gentle smile, “ Here,” she said to him. She held it out practically shoving it in his face, “ just take this,” she added softly.

To anyone else, the offer may have been easy to understand, but he seemed to not get the gist of what she was doing, staring quizzically at the held out piece of cloth.

Like before he said nothing and only stared down at her, the same face caught in between anger, frustration, and just a whole lot of other mixes of messy emotions he wasn’t well at controlling.

She gave him an exasperated smile and shook her head while seeming entertained by him, and he wondered if she smiled so much around everyone else.

Was she all giggles and smiles?

Was she always so cute?

“I can tell you're not the type of guy for hand me outs, especially from some stranger,” she giggled. “ nonetheless...take it please,” she added.

His eyes were unreadable to her as she couldn't see past the tinted frames, but if she had been able to peek past them she would have easily noticed that they were practically glowing with appreciation.

His hardened hazelnut orbs softened and glimmering with gratefulness he couldn't properly put into words because yet again his voice had died.

He inwardly cursed, belittling his stubborn mouth for not moving all while he berated himself for not being a normal human being.

And perhaps his behavior seemed strange to others, but to her it was endearing.

“Maybe next time we run into each other you can hand it back,” she told him, her heart fluttering at the idea.

She giggled against her will at the noticeable tinge of pink on his pale cheeks, because with such a serious face he looked adorable.

And once again, she wondered if this man, Shizuo Heiwajima was the same one the vicious rumors had made him out to be.

Was he really a violent man? Terrifying?

‘ Not likely...’ she thought.

She’d only met him twice, and each time it was pleasant to encounter.

He had the right to snap at her for bumping into him, but he didn’t. Instead, he stayed quiet, just shy enough to show off the sweet rosy color now present on his cheeks.

If anything, she concluded that he was just a bit more on the less social side, which she understood, being somewhat of an introvert herself.

“So just take it, It's fine !” she chirped with insistence. Giving him no escape by following up with a wave, dashing through the filled streets on her way home, grinning wildly, her heart happy and bouncing with each step.

“- Please take care of yourself! ” she advised him before running off into the crowd and eventually disappearing away through the mass of people.

She just wanted to go home now, push her face against a pillow and squeal, gush like a teen with a massive crush,

‘I can’t believe I ran into him again!

And I can’t believe I gave my scarf to him!’

It was only a matter of seconds before she vanished, not a strand of ( h/c) hair being left behind to trail after.

- Only then could he begin to function properly, finding his voice.

He then stared down at the piece of clothing and sighed, reluctantly wrapping it properly around his neck, his gloved hand momentarily stroking it, not being able to feel the material with his own hands, but from the way it tickled at the back of his neck, he could feel the softness, and even the warmth she left behind on it.

“At Least it's not flashy,” he muttered looking down at it.

It wasn't designed in any particular way that stood out, just a simple black color that seemed to be knitted wool.

if anyone were to see him wearing it they wouldn’t assume it belonged to anyone else but him.

But there was just one thing that was off...

A distinguishable scent invaded his senses, blocking out the rest of the city's mixed uniqueness, becoming the overpowering fragrance.

With his right hand, he pushed the material around his neck up slightly above his pointed nose, smothering it with the sweet smell.

‘ perfume.’ He figured, ‘ Her perfume...’

He stood motionless for a few seconds, lost in his thoughts, many of which were about the (h/c) woman, but he knew they had no true importance.

They were things like :

Did she knit the scarf herself? Or had she bought it?

Had a friend been thoughtful enough to give it to her?

Was it just perfume? Or was it the fabric softener she used?

Was it maybe body wash?

All he knew was that it was a sweet, little smell that surrounded him, making his mind grow jumbled with thoughts of the young woman, most of which included questions he had about her since he first saw her.

It made the already noticeable blush on his cheeks worsen, and he huffed in frustration.

His warm breath collided with the chilly air and made a large puff of white cloud form,

“Damn it …” he muttered, looking back to the direction (f/n) ran off to.

He should've thanked her...

He should have said something other than grunt like some wild boar...

He really should have...

‘I’m such an idiot,’ He thought to himself.

He regretted not doing so for the second time, proving he was nothing more than some unsociable buffoon not capable of even giving her a well deserved and good-natured thank you.

“Damn it !” he said louder, wanting to bash his head into a brick wall, maybe more than once… perhaps a good three or four times just to make sure he did a good job.

If he pushed everyone aside and sent their frail bodies flying as he dashed through... Would he then reach her..?

Would he somehow be able to find that sweet, little lady now that the full streets of Ikebukuro had swallowed her up? Or were their meetings only chance?

Two chances he had already blundered.

“It’d be my luck,” he grumbled, thinking about the possibility that this had been his one shot.

‘ What was her name?’ He wondered, inwardly cursing at the fact that in those two times, he hadn’t even bothered to ask for her name. She knew him very well, his name and his reputation, and yet she was a mystery to him.

A cute face without a name...

“She’s probably gone by now..” He said looking up at the darkened sky.

‘ She was pretty cute... ‘

So cute he thought about her again that night, not knowing he was on her mind with similar regrets.

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

He took a low drag of his cigarette, the last of the death stick as he thought about her some more. By that point, nothing was able to give him ease as even his favorite brand of smoke was falling short.

He looked down at his watch's face, the hour hand finally changing before his eyes.

In his opposite hand, he held the black scarf, unintentionally squeezing it tight in his nervous hand.

Leaned against an open shop’s wall he waited for her to show up, having realized that it was around the time she usually passed by.

With another hour passing him, and an extra twenty-five minutes to add along to the waiting time, Shizuo sighed largely, his head hanging,

“ I look like an idiot, “ he muttered, his grip on the scarf tightening.

The hand where he wore his watch was also full, holding a small arrangement of flowers he had picked out, now being bent at their stems.

Pushing himself off from the building, he decided to go back home, having spent too much of his time waiting on someone that wouldn't show.

Someone he didn’t even know...

In all his frustrated disappointment he then caught the sight of (h/c) colored hair, the side profile of a familiar beauty walking right past him.

It was a desperate, daring move, but as she took a step forward his arm shot out, pressed against her midsection to hold her back, causing her to suddenly yelp.

“Hey just who-” Stopping midway through her rant she looked up at the blonde, her face instantly brightening, rid of all the trace of annoyance she had begun to show,

“Oh Shizuo!” she chirped, smiling brightly as though she’d just caught sight of an old friend.

“It’s really you!” She said with a small grin, not at all bothered by their proximity, nor his intimate hold on her, seeming somewhat disappointed when he let go, giving her the ability to properly face him,

“Here,” he said stiffly, shoving the crushed blossoms in her hands, and with Wide eyes, she gazed down at them,

‘He got me flowers,’ She mused, not able to hide the instant wash of giddiness that drowned her.

‘He got me flowers...’ She thought again as he walked alongside her, suggesting to walk her home, his justification being that there was a murder on the streets, one he’d protect her from.

‘He’s walking me home...’ She added, her face glowing the entire time.

“Thank you for walking me home,” she said softly, speaking with notable appreciation, “And for the scarf,” she added. “ Oh… and the flowers, “ she continued on, still holding on to the ruined bouquet, holding them with both hands, caring for them as though they hadn’t been completely destroyed by his stupid strength already.

“Yeah…” he muttered, his face drawing away from her, but his eyes peering down to the small flowers, slowly trailing them up to the small, pretty smile she wore.

“Well...this is it,” She informed him, stopping at a small apartment complex, “Luckily for me, it's right at the front,” She told him, gesturing towards the small entranceway facing the street.

“Um...Shizuo?” She said softly, seeming shy at the little utter. She gestured him closer with her index finger, and surely he came down to her, thinking she had something else to say, but to his surprise she came up to him, softly pressing her lips over his cheek, her warm lips spreading heat through his entire face, going against the chilly air’s own caress.

Backing away from him she hid behind her door, peeking out at him, her pretty (e/c) eyes batting, “ Thank you Shizuo… thank you for being gentleman,” she told him, seconds before she closed the door on him, a soft click of the door properly closing up, followed by another as she placed the lock on it sounded.

Dumbly, he stood motionless, staring at the spot before him where she had stood. With his hand slowly raising up, his fingers grazed over the small spot she had kissed him.

He couldn't believe she had actually done it or even considered it.

Putting his hand in his pockets he then hung his head, realizing he hadn't asked her for her name yet again.

They’d actually talked, swapping little mindless stories, and he was even led to her home, yet still had no name.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered while he hung his head, however this time around, he wasn’t defeated.

He wore a small smile, still feeling the ghost of the sweet press to his cheek present over his flesh.

‘Well...there's always tomorrow,’ He thought to himself, chuckling to himself as he thought of all the little excuses he could make to talk to her, knowing that it probably wasn’t necessary for him to wait out her door, because eventually, they’d run into each other again,

‘I’ll get it right,’ He mused, his walk back home pleasant as he thought of all the ways he could try and make her smile.

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Lucent (Ghostface x Reader)

Rated: EXPLICIT

Word Count: 12k (yeah, you read that right. A book. I didn’t feel like spliting it.)

Warnings: Depictions of injuries, descriptions of blood and gore (this is the slasher place after all), suggestive language and themes, explicit dirty talk, humiliation, degradation, thigh riding, oral, cum play, cum eating, it kinda nasty, Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson is his own warning,

Author Note: I hope y’all enjoy this MEAL. It nasty. I’m not sorry.

Part 4 of Homecoming series✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Previous ch: Torrid

Next ch: debased

AO3 Link: Lucent

Dying, well, it really wasn’t significant at all. Didn’t really feel any different than curling up and slowly slipping into an easy slumber.

In truth, it was a surprisingly forgettable experience. You’d thought it would have left more of a mark on you, some kind of trauma on your psyche. Cause a shift in your world views or something significant— but you were...fine. Just fine.

It wasn’t like you forgot. No, uh uh, not at all, you remember everything clearly. You knew you’d died. Could even still feel the ghost of the entity's pincers. You remembered peering into the deep black abyss. Remembered the way the hook was impaled into you. How the tendrils had reorganized your insides. And you especially remembered Ghost Face. God, you couldn’t forget that if you tried. Not that you’d want to. That had been the best you’ve felt in a long time.

Clearly remembered the last thump of your heart…

It could be shock. That quiet voice inside you whispered it wasn’t. But you felt like this was something you should have kind of a problem with. Like, you shouldn’t feel so blasé with this...right? But you could hear that place in you telling you it was fine. That you weren’t basic like most people.

But you still tried to rationalize— it was always a thing in books or movies. The whole ‘death experience’ was a big thing for a person to come to terms with, right? There was always that profound opinion on the experience of dying and suddenly waking up to realize that there was nothing waiting for you there but darkness….somehow, you just felt content with it. Didn’t mind it at all.

Although, seeing where you came from...maybe it did make sense. Still, you wondered what those other survivors' reactions to death were like. Did they have a hard time coming to terms at first? You were curious about what it was supposed to feel like.

You’d never cared to know what was considered ‘normal’ anyway. And thinking of your upbringing, different was your normal.

Not really sure what that says about me, but oh well, whatever. Can't help it, I guess… With a shrug, you put it out of your mind. Wallowing in self-contemplation wouldn’t get you anywhere, so you got up off of the dirt for a second time, Geez, I'm really making a habit of this.

Honestly though, dying might have been the best thing that's happened to you since all this began...a quick flash of a mask in your mind's eye had you rethinking that. Ok, second best thing because you felt way better than before. Almost like you weren’t fucked up and stuck in some version of reality. Just a little sore.

Physically there were still aches, small jolts of pain with strained movement here and there, but overall nothing too intense. And Emotionally? You felt solid there too.

When you looked yourself over the entity must have taken pity on you or heard your earlier plea because although the sling was still there, your arm felt significantly better. Peering in revealed the break looked like it had been set correctly if not fixed.

It still felt achy, stiff, but definitely not broken, dislocated if you wanted to really be dramatic. When moving it there wasn’t any jarring pain— a good sign, just achiness. The sling was probably unnecessary, but being paranoid you decided to keep it on. Maybe the entity would decide to take back it's magical healing, who knows how this place worked.

Cosmetic injuries like cuts and bruises were still scattered on you. The massive gash running the length of your leg was still there too, but like your arm, it miraculously felt better. It looked scabbed, deeper bruising, and maybe an infection starting? but it really looked way worse than it felt. Didn’t feel fresh anymore.

If everything else was healed you hazard a guess that the cut running across your eye probably didn’t need the gauze covering it anymore. So after a moment's hesitation, you reached up, gently prodded and peeled it away. Slowly with baited breath, you poked around the area.

There was pain, surprisingly more than you felt in your arm, but it wasn’t anything to write home about either. Blinking slowly and then rapidly, your vision in the eye finally came into focus. Blinking did cause some irritation to the scabby slice ran over your eyelid, but that paled in comparison to actually having depth perception again.

Alright, I’m sold, magical healing kicks ass. Checking your hip, it wasn’t as healed as everything else— didn’t have fresh clots of blood though so that was a plus, the bruising around it was still extensive. That’d be easy to deal with though— you had bruising pretty much everywhere. Out of sight, out of mind.

Looking around the area you noticed the landscape was trees, tall grasses, shrubs, and the occasional log. With nothing better to do, you walked aimlessly for a bit until you caught a muffled conversation in the distance. The words were unclear, but it sounded like someone wasn’t very happy.

You decided there wasn’t any harm in trudging your way towards it. After a few moments, the voices or one voice, in particular, became clear. Someone was angry, yelling, and also very English. Guess the entity doesn’t discriminate against continents. Good to know, but damn, they don't care about who can hear them? People are weird.

“Where the fuck is the bloody wanker?!” there was a muffled response but you still weren’t close enough to grasp it.

Mr. drama queen rang out again, “What’d ya mean you ain’t know where the prick is?!” This time you’d walked close enough to catch the answer of a softer feminine voice, “we’re….well, she hasn’t come to the camp yet…”

There was a beat of silence before the loud man barked, “Are you takin’ the piss? What the fuck does that mean?!” His voice growled, “Where the fuck else would she be?”

Finally pushing through some tall grass you stood silently at the edge of a clearing. The glow of a campfire cut through the fog, a few logs surrounding it, and a variety of people with it.

They were all scattered around— some in pairs sitting on the logs, others scattered just outside the log ring messing with a variety of odd items, there was even a woman sitting at a log riffling around inside a first-aid kit with a boy on the ground and his arm in her lap. He had a few gashes on his tricep.

The culprit of the shouting had to be the man in a muscle shirt, pants, with wrapped knuckles. Dude has to be some kind of fighter. No wonder he's so angry. He was standing next to a petite woman, she must have been who he was arguing with.

You recognized her as one of the people who’d been in the trial with you. She wasn’t the one you watched get mutilated, but the other one you’d only gotten a glimpse of. She had a deep complexion and a gentle-looking countenance.

“We left the trial a while ago, but she hasn’t shown up yet. Either the entity put her in another immediately or well, we’re not sure….” She answered the lumbering man and added with what sounded like pity, “You should have seen her, she wasn’t in good shape. The poor girl could be lost in the woods somewhere...But”

The man scoffed, “Yer Wot?! We always pop back up right ‘ere.” After a second he must have finally processed what she’d said, “What’d you mean, ‘not good’ shape? That’s just our normal innit?” The woman shook her head, “She looked worse than us.” She continued before he could ask, “I didn’t get a great look, but she was banged up really bad. Covered in bandages. Our trial was with Ghost Face, and you know how that creep is. He could be drawing it out with a chase or something.”

The man chuffed out annoyance in a swift exhale, “Oi, don't even get me started on that knob head.” The woman cut him off before he could continue on that train of thought, “Why do you want to know where she's at though?”

She shouldn’t have asked because the annoyance that had simmered down was back with a flair, “What is it, right, there was a fuckin’ trash new killer.” The woman gave him a look of pity. New killers were always the worst, “This new bloke is proper fucked. Big, scarier than my ma— and that's saying something.” He made a snort of exasperation, “Just bloody brutal.”

A new woman walked up to the two, she’d been knelt down next to the fire. She had a slim build with a stylish fitted jacket, scarf, and what looked like some kind of recorder on her hip, “David’s right, Claudette, the new killer,” she made a grimace and shivered, “He...it’s something else.” Confusion was written all over Claudettes face, “That bad? Wait...It?”

David, cut in, “It's a guy mate, but tosser had a mad metal thing over ‘is ‘ead!” Claudette looked confused and concerned now. The other woman clarified, “Yeah, I’m not really sure. It was some kind of metal cage thing. Didn’t seem like a mask— was just a triangle-shaped cage thing for his head.” a frown overtook her features, “He's a literal giant too— was a good 9 to 10 feet tall if not more and uses a sword just as big.” she shuddered “and there were these giant beetle things. Don’t know if they're a new entity edition or his, but god were they really nasty.” she closed her eyes and shook her head, “It wasn’t a good trial for us.”

You knew how much it sucked to try and hide from pyramid head, but you didn’t feel that bad to be honest. You might have been able to choose the fucker that cut your hip, but no thanks, you were choosing for you and it’d be pyramid head every time. Imagine if you’d chosen that weird creepy mannequin monster. That made you shudder.

Pyramid head was just big...at least he was slow— they wouldn’t get any sympathy from you. Besides, you knew how to deal with him well enough, so you’d be fine as long as he didn’t see you. He’d probably skin you alive if he got his grubby hands on you.

Another man, well, just barely a man, late teens maybe? Walked over with his hands on his hips, “Ha, bad trial?! That's an understatement. I swore the Demogorgon would be the weirdest thing I’d ever see, but that guy really tried to take the cake.” He scratched the back of his head, “Where the hell does a guy like that even come from?!”

The unnamed woman shook her head, “Thanks for the input, Steve.” The boy jutted out a hip while gesturing with a hand, “Hey, I know you’re dying to know what pit he crawled out of too, Zarina!”

She made a face that said he wasn’t wrong, but David cut back in, “Ye, I want to ask the new survivor what kinda prick she is to have that come in with ‘er.”

Claudette sighed, “David that's not...I doubt that was her choice. You know how it is…”

David huffed in aggravation, but didn’t argue, “Anyways, like I said, she was so messed up...Dwight told me he thought she was a new killer, but he and Meg just mistook all her injuries…”

Steve cut in, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, someone showed up in a trial already injured?” Claudette nodded and he continued, “Ok, how bad are we talking? Like, fresh off a hook bad or I fell down a flight of stairs trying to get away bad?”

Everyone gave him an incredulous look, one he returned with exasperation, “What?” Zarina spoke up, “Falling down stairs? That's just you, Steve.” you silently laughed, That sounds like me the most though.

The woman you recognized as the one who’d been mutilated in front of you— what had Claudette call her, Meg? Stood up from the man she sat next to and came over to the little huddle, “Think I saw her the most out of all of us, and yeah, it was pretty bad. Honestly looked like the entity snatched her out of a crappy hospital.” she seemed to think a moment before recounting your state, “She looked like she belonged in one anyways. Literally everywhere was covered with bandages. Eye, arms, legs, lots of cuts, bruising— she looked as miserable as I felt.”

Zarina brought a hand up to her chin in thought, “Maybe the killer we saw had injured her before they were brought here. I don't think any of us had accidents before being brought here, so maybe it's possible to keep the injuries if you’ve already sustained them.”

Steve was nodding, “Alright, I’m following.” Claudette worried her hands together, “Poor girl must be so confused. Having us run from her and the Ghost Face as her first killer? I feel so bad. I’d rather have someone like the Oni who’d just get the job done than deal with Ghost Face’s attitude.” They all collectively acknowledged their agreement with either a nod or grunt. Well, he did say he was known as a bastard. Guess they really don't like him...Can't relate.

You’d stood there watching their whole interaction. None of the group had noticed you and looking around the clearing it didn’t seem like anyone else had either. Were these people all blind? They obviously didn’t care about conversation volume, but were they not alert either? Sure, you were pretty light-footed, but you’d definitely made some noise when pushing through the weeds.

If they were in a place where they were regularly hunted by murderers you’d think they’d be on edge and alert constantly. They were pretty unobservant, how many times had they been spied on and never noticed before? This is good though, won't have to try very hard to cover up whatever's happening with Ghost Face.

Your thoughts moved over to thinking that maybe these people wouldn’t be the greatest teammates if you could slip in without anyone noticing. Of course, right then your eyes locked with the boy getting patched up by the girl with the medkit. Maybe there's some hope still. He wore a beanie, had a jacket that he’d have pulled half off. His most standout feature though was the deep bags under his eyes.

He looked like around the age of Steve, probably late teens. God that must have sucked getting sucked up while still in puberty. No chance to experience life outside teen drama. That's gotta suck majorly.

He had a curious expression as you sized him up. But it was nicer than the distrust that Meg had started you down with in the trial. His was open— welcoming even, almost warm.

You figured the best thing to do was give him a slight smile, just a quick flicker of your lips up and a tilt of the head. He mirrored your expression while you turned your gaze back to the group as Zarina spoke up, "I wonder if the entity would have healed any of her previous injuries after the trail though." Claudette nodded, “Well, I hope it does...I can’t imagine walking around like she was.”

Meg nodded, "yeah, same, but you know it sometimes leaves us with injuries if we do bad. None of us told her what to do, so…." She left that sentence unfinished, but everyone knew what she was implying.

David piped back up with a question, "Right, any of you lot want to give a look round for her?" Steve agreed and added, "Yeah, if you think she's still messed up I don't like the idea of her just wandering around lost. She could bump into a rando killer if ones lurking around."

"I don't like the idea either, I’ll go too.'' Claudette fretted in a pensive tone, "But how are we supposed to know where she would have been dropped? If she's even out of the trial that is..."

They were trying to come up with a plan when the boy who you’d just had your exchange with spoke up.

"Guys." Or he tried to, but they ignored him, "Hey, guys." Maybe he was just soft-spoken. Either way, they hadn’t heard him, so he tried again, "Guys, hey, Claudette? Steve?"

Again they were talking amongst themselves— not paying attention and he looked bummed.

"Hey, you guys shut up! Quentin has something to say!" The girl with the medkit yelled out at the group. He looked up to her, “Thanks, Feng.” she looked down at him, “You’re welcome, Quenie.”

"Wow, rude Feng." Came from a disgruntled Steve, but they all listened, quieted, and turned to look at Quentin. He just raised a hand and pointed to you. Their gazes followed through and all eyes landed on you.

Looking between them all— even the few others who hadn't taken part in the conversation, you slowly raised a hand up and gave a small wave.

"Well, Zarina. You were right, she looks way better than before. Must have been healed a bit." It was Meg that broke the silence. “Doesn’t have the gauze on her eye and her leg doesn’t look like she kicked the oni’s knife anymore.”

"That's better?!" That was an exasperated Steve.

"Steve! That's rude!" Followed by an appalled Claudette.

"Oi! Where the fuck ya come from with that mingin ass killer?" And a disgruntled David.

You didn’t really have an answer or one that you wanted to give, so instead, you just blinked and said, "Uh, hi, I guess".

Claudette spoke up before anyone else could, “David! Don’t ask that!” She quickly made her way over to you, “Hi I’m Claudette and I’m sure you're really confused about what happened and where you are.”

You weren’t, thanks to Ghost Face, but telling them that wasn’t an option so you just went along with it and looked confused and nodded.

“Oh, you poor girl. Come sit by the fire, I’m sure you’re in pain.” Again, you weren’t— at least none that really bothered you, but you didn’t need them asking questions. So you just sniffled, gave her a watery smile, and nodded.

You followed her towards the logs meanwhile everyone's eyes followed you. She brought you over to where the boy Quentin was and sat you down, “Feng, are there any more bandages left in there?”

Feng handed the kit over to Claudette, “A few.” Quentin still sat on the ground, looking up to you, “ I’m Quentin, what's your name?” You gave it to him, meanwhile, Steve plopped down next to you. “Cool, nice to meet you, I’m Steve.”

You looked at him and he opened and closed his mouth then cleared his throat before, “Ah, well I don't mean to be rude, but how’d you get to be like that?” he gestured from head to toe. A shout of, “Steven!” came from a young-looking girl across the fire.

He groaned, “Nance you know we all were thinking it, and besides, I said ‘not to be rude’ which makes it totally ok, right?” Quentin reached over and knocked a balled fist against Steve's shin. Claudette shook her head as she pulled a few new bandage rolls from the kit and apologized, “Excuse him, he sometimes doesn’t think before he speaks.”

You looked around at them and let out a huff of laughter— more air than anything. You kind of liked the kid, he reminded you of, well, yourself a little. So you’d cut him some slack with a half-truth as Claudette started cleaning up and bandaging your leg, “From what I remember, I was jumped by some random wacko and beat up. Kinda sucked.”

A couple shocked faces, a few angry, and a few pitying ones. All their sympathy did was make you feel caged. Steve had a look of indignation, “Jesus Christ, what happened to common decency. I guess people are just creeps everywhere.”

You shook your head, “It’s fine...well, it's not fine, but I do feel better after…” You stopped from finishing that sentence because no way could you say ‘having the hottest finger bang of my life and then dying.’ So, instead, you chose to play up the confusion and then settle on a grimace.

“Yeah, it's called a trial and no it doesn’t get any easier,” Quentin spoke up when you didn’t finish. Feng spoke up to correct him, “Hey now, it does get a little easier because we're prepared and know what to expect...The psychological stuff is what stays the same.”

Zarina agreed, “She's right, knowing what you’re up against helps. Being sacrificed or moried still sucks every time though. I always need a few to sort it out in my head, so don't feel bad if it's in on replay constantly right now.” You could see everyone had a look of agreement on their face.

Alright, so everyone just had to collectively confirm my priorities are kinda different. Sweet. After a second you processed what she’d said, “Moried?”

Meg answered your question, “It's a killer thing”. At your confused look she just said, “We’ll explain it all don't worry.”

And that's how the conversation carried on for the next half hour. They asked a few questions, especially David asking if you knew anything about the new killer. You gave some answers— some half-truths, some lies, saying you didn’t know anything about the new killer, but that he sounded terrifying. They explained what Ghost Face had already told you and a lot of things he hadn’t.

It was a ton of information to take in, so you knew you hadn’t absorbed everything, but it was good to at least have a clearer picture of what was going on here. From their perspective too. Even if you still thought they were kind of overbearing.

A few people stepped out of some thick fog at the edge of the camp and a few that were sitting stood up and shared a look, checked themselves over before fog appeared and swallowed them. The newcomers to the circle introduced themselves, you did the same, and it was Steve that explained what just happened.

“They got called to a trial, you’ll know when you feel it. Hope they all get out and stick it to the killer.” You absentmindedly nodded in agreement. That happened a few more times, people suddenly standing with a knowing look and then disappearing.

Who went seemed totally random and when you asked Quentin had shrugged and said they didn’t know if there was a pattern so they went with random. It’d been a good while since you’d come here, maybe an hour? What was time anymore though? Staring into the forest surrounding the camp you swore you’d seen a few shadows passing here and there.

Did killers roam around? It was probably a thing. You’d walked around out there before coming here, so why shouldn’t they? Maybe they could spawn in there too before going to wherever they usually were.

Restlessness had started to take root in you. Wanting to move you got up and paced a bit. Steve and Quentin had been called to a trial a little ago, so Feng was the only one left sitting with you.

“Hey...would it...is it fine if I go walk around in the woods over there a bit? I’m antsy and I just need…” When you didn’t finish she raised a brow, but a look of sympathy was written on her face. She thankfully supplied, “Need to process everything alone?”

You gave her a grateful smile that she interpreted as understanding. You were just glad she gave you an excuse. The urge to walk around and stretch your legs was there, so you weren’t exactly lying to her— and you did want to be alone too, just not to process like she thought….

There was a gnawing in your head again. One that wanted you to get up and find your masked friend. These people were all so nice and accommodating— which was fine in general, but you needed to decompress after everything with Ghost Face. You couldn’t exactly moan about how great he’d felt between your legs or how easy the banter was with him to anyone here. They might try to hang you or something.

Really needed to either find him and fuck him or find a place you could relax by yourself. Maybe do some yoga or something. You needed to question yourself in silence on how moral ambiguity was so easy for you. Psychoanalyzing yourself into an existential crisis and all that.

The final nail so to speak was the sensation of being watched that’d come on about half an hour ago and you thought maybe...hoped it could be Ghost Face...you didn’t really count on it, but the desire was still annoyingly there.

“Go for it girl, you can’t really get that far anyway. Not without walking into killer territory. You’ll know when you do. Just watch out for them and come back this way. They can attack you if you’re on their side, you’ll still end up respawning back here, but who wants to give those dicks a free kill?”

You agreed with thanks and made your way into the woods once again. It didn’t take long before the quiet conversations and crackles of the fire were lost to the silence of nature. There were crows occasionally, but nothing else. No insects to fill the silence, no wind, no other sounds. The silence was so loud, but strangely it calmed you more than the fire and camp comradery.

A sigh left you as you were finally able to relax and breathe. The woods here had thicker fog than what you’d seen before. The lighting was low, but you kept walking and looking around. There wasn't much variation in landmarks or anything that stood out. So you just aimlessly wandered around.

The feeling of someone watching you was still there, but it wasn’t concerning. Even if it was some random killer who took an interest in you for whatever reason, they weren’t bothering you. And you were cool with leaving it that way.

You stopped when you saw a glimmer of light shimmering through the trees ahead. It was an orangey glow, so definitely some kind of fire. The light was flickering off the trees in a soothing pattern that enticed your senses— drawing you in. Curious, you were about to go investigate when something covered your eyes. Or someone.

Going stiff the smell of leather and a metallic tang invaded your senses. Waiting was the only option you considered. Screaming was out, hitting the person probably wouldn’t be the smartest, and running was out too, you kind of didn’t remember which way you’d come from anyways.

It was discernibly a pair of gloved hands covering you and that ignited the glimmer of hope that sat inside you. Their breathing had enough sound to let you know they were wearing a mask. And when they learned in the same crisp clean scent you’d smelt on Ghost Face overtook you. Maybe you were wrong, but that scent had you relaxing slightly.

He must have felt it somehow because he snickered, “Figured it out already? Or do you just find kidnapping situations comforting?”

Yep, definitely him. A sound of disgust escaped you, “Of course I don't, who would?”

“I don’t know, you seem like the type.” he had that mocking tone from before. You scoffed, "Yeah? And what types that?"

He removed his hands and turned you around, mask tilted as he regarded you, "sociopaths."

You stared up at him in silence and then, "Wow, sick burn, Dude. You really got me there. But I don't even think that's part of sociopath classification."

The smugness was clear in his voice, "You’d know wouldn’t you, cupcake." He let out a patronizing coo, "My cute little sociopath."

The possessiveness shot a hot rush of arousal down your spine and satisfied that deep dark void inside you, “Mmhmm, well, what's that make you? My psychopath stalker?” He extended a hand to pat your cheek and agreed in that appealing deep voice, “Only when you’re good. Otherwise, I’ll be your psychopathic murderer.”

You groaned, “Fuck, that shouldn’t turn me on.” His hand dropped to grip behind your neck, “But it does, Cupcake, and that's what makes you special.” That filled you with satisfaction while giving him a smug look of your own, “Oh, I’m special now?”

He gripped your neck tighter— thumb extending to press just under your jaw bone tilting your head to a deeper incline. He shuffled closer and spoke in a sinful chide, “Well, I don't finger just anyone, I do have standards, Dollface.” You jutted out a lip and snarked, “What? Sociopath a requirement for you?”

He tilted his head, “Wasn’t before, but after you? It’s a prerequisite.” That sentiment had you both giddy and irritated. That you could affect him enough to change his preferences had your arousal growing. But the ‘After you’ didn’t sit right. Not at all. If he could be possessive, then you didn’t see why you couldn’t either.

That dark void in you whispered viciously that, ‘no, there wasn’t an ‘after you’, not one that he’d enjoy anyway. You’d make sure of that. He got you to admit something you never would have spoken aloud to anyone otherwise. He was probably just doing it for his own amusement to see you struggle, but he’d dug his own grave. There was no way you were letting the person with that knowledge go.

He had said you were stuck with him, but he was the one stuck with you too.

Those thoughts must have left you with some kind of look because he tutted at you antagonizingly, “Aw, how precious. She can get a little jealous too? Cute.” he ignored your huff of annoyance, “Don’t worry, you’ll know if I get bored.”

Needing to change the subject because he was way too smug for your liking, “Anyways, stalk much? How long have you been watching this time.” At your question, he released his hold on you to cross his arms and raise a hand to his mask as if he was mockingly thinking about it, “Hmm, let' see, about when you went to your new friends comfy little camp. Can’t believe they said I was the worst killer to get for a newbie. Talking shit behind my back. Unacceptable.”

He shook his head and waved a hand, " I mean, look how much you enjoyed it.”

A blush settled on your cheeks as you silently agreed. Damn, he got you there and you knew that watched feeling back at the fire had been him. He was nothing if not dedicated because he’d been watching for a while, “Bro, that had to be like a few hours ago. You don’t have another trial to get to?”

He chuckled, “You’re one to talk. Maybe the entity wanted us to have some alone time and you were over there wasting it by trying to play nice. I’ll give you that it was kind of fun to watch though. Seeing how well you put on a little act to blend in with them.” His shoulders shook in a silent laugh, “How well you can lie about being clueless and scared when we both know you’d enjoy gutting them just as much as me. I give it a solid 7.5. Could work on your social skills. ” The flush brightened as you sputtered, “You...you...thats...I don't even know what to say to that.”

“Well, don't injure yourself trying to think of something.” annoyance spiked, “I really want to hit you right now, you asshole.”

“That's sweet, Cupcake. But you'll have to get in line.” He ignored your threat in favor of pressing into your side, “Anyways, I have somewhere I want to show you.” Irritation still coursed in you, but you were curious, so cautiously you asked, “Show me what?”

He flicked your forehead before answering, “For our date, idiot. I said it could be arranged, so I did.”

Startled, you made a good impression of a fish opening and closing your mouth before you came back to yourself, “What..that..how many people have you taken on dates here because that was fucking quick.”

He scoffed and released you, “Oh, did you want lazy?” Pacing away while he grumbled, “Fine, I can leave you here and ignore you for a while if that's the kind of attitude you want to have Cupcake.”

You were flattered, he’d actually followed through, that was rare. It didn’t matter that you were absolutely sure it couldn’t be anything nice. Definitely wouldn’t be taking you out to dinner. But you hated how much you liked that he’d already had something set up, “Oh my god, don't be so dramatic. I’m sorry, I’m just not used to the attention.”

The silence stretched as he regarded you and then he extended a hand, “Yeah, I’d be impressed with me too. So, what are you waiting for, come here.”

You squinted at his outstretched hand suspiciously.

On one hand, you’d get pulled deeper into whatever this was between the two of you if you listened. But did you really want to get led off to who knows where with him? Ok, that's a dumb question, because yeah, you did.

But on the other hand, maybe that wasn’t such a good thing if you wanted to fit in with your new buddies back at the fire.

Eh, who were you kidding, you didn’t care about any of them or fitting in.

Well, It's not like he can kidnap me here…and murders already covered.

Your eyes traveled up his arm to his mask at the thought. You had no idea what this guy even looked like, but it honestly didn’t really matter that much. He just seemed to get you. His head tilted in question as you dropped your gaze back to his hand— he wiggled his fingers.

So with a sigh, while shaking your head, you reached your hand out to him, “Fuck me, alright, I’ll bite— I mean I’ll go.”

Before you could reach his hand, he snatched your wrist and pulled you to his side. His arm made its home on your shoulder. With a snicker, he pulled you forward, “Now that's an idea, Cupcake.”

He whisked you two off into a different direction than what you'd been going, "You should really be thanking me." You looked up at him, "Oh?"

"You were about to walk right into the cannibal's territory. He's a nice boy but would have had a field day with you. Couldn’t have that."

“Uhh...Like a real cannibal?” Murder you could deal with, but being eaten? That freaked you out.

“You know a fake one?” His skepticism rang out clearly and you spoke through clenched teeth, “...Touché. I could be wrong, but don't think I’ve met one before.” He patted the shoulder he had a grip on, “I’m sure you’ll meet him soon. Not very talkative. Likes chainsaws.”

That made you think, “Are most killers like you or is talking just your specialty?” He strummed his fingers along your arm, “Asking about other killers on our date? It’s like you're trying to hurt my feelings, Cupcake.”

Rolling your eyes you poked his chest, “You’d have to have some to hurt in the first place.” There was an exaggerated gasp, “Now that's a party foul. I have feelings about a lot of things.”

“Uh-huh, here I’m sure I can count them all.” Lifting a hand you counted off on your fingers, “Stalking, voyeurism, stabbing, murder, sadism probably” tilting your chin up to gaze at his mask, “Did I miss any?” he exaggerated the tilt to his head in thought, “You forgot the chase, planning a murder, the story it can tell, writing” nodding with his additions— those seemed about right, the last one unexpected though. Writing? That was interesting. “Oh, and most importantly, me fucking your mom.”

You tripped and cursed as you tried to catch your footing, “Oh my god, Ghost Face! Are you fucking twelve? A mom joke? Really?!” He was laughing at your expense and tugged you even as you rolled your ankle on a twig, “You set it up, I’m just intelligent enough to capitalize on it.”

His grip was really pulling on your shoulder and now your ankle was irritated. Grumbling under your breath as you struggled to keep up, “I think you mean immature enough”. He tugged again and you crashed into his side while he hissed, “Wanna try that again, Cupcake?”

Steadying yourself against him while shaking your head, “Nah, but are you going to answer my actual question?” His hand crept back over to grip your shoulder and he echoed you mockingly, “Nah.” Clicking your tongue in vexation was the only response you gave him.

Looking around the trees were becoming slowly less abundant and on the horizon, you could surprisingly see what looked like the shape of houses, “So...where are we going?” he kept the steady pace, "You'll see, not much longer now, don't worry."

You hummed in acknowledgment and decided to just stay quiet until you reached wherever he had planned.

The landscape drastically came to a change. Like you’d just walked into a suburban neighborhood. That's probably what Feng meant. Killer territory, huh? Houses lined the block, each with nicely groomed gardens and lawns. Cars were parked here and there. You wondered if any of them worked. There was even a playground type area the two of you passed.

Everything looked normal if not a little barren. You noticed all the houses were missing doors. An odd thing, but you weren't in the questioning mood. A few cop cars with their lights flashing sat in the middle of the street and added an interesting dynamic to the street lamp lighting.

"What is this place?" Ghost face only acknowledged your question with a quick, “Not important” as he turned the both of you into one of the houses. Walking through where a front door should be, he brought you into what looked like a living room. There was a roaring fire in a nice freestanding wall fireplace with a convenient comfy looking red couch situated across from it.

Hed let you go so you could look around and you were surprised at how cozy it all felt. Sure the wallpaper looked kinda aged and why the hell wasn’t there a door? But overall the atmosphere of the dark outside, the fire, and a loveseat couch— it was all strangely intimate. You had to wonder again if he did the kinda thing on the regular because damn did he just have this ready? it's actually kind of nice. Much nicer than you were expecting.

Before you could voice your poisonous thought there was a yank on the back of your shirt and you felt yourself drop backward, flailing your arms wildley, you were sure he got a laugh out of it. Thankfully you landed on the couch, which had a nice bounce to it. “Hey!” yelping in distress you caught him in your periphery— he was already sitting at the other end legs man-spread with one arm on the back of the couch looking for all the world relaxed.

He shushed you and pulled out a bottle of an amber liquid with an illegible label.

“Is that what I think it is?” You marveled at the bottle. Alcohol? Was he carrying that the entire time? Where’d he even get it?

He gave it a little shake and smugly added, “Guess that depends on what's going on up in that noggin. If you guessed Bourbon you’d be right.”

Sass was a language you both spoke, so his didn’t phase you, “How’d you even get that? Is alcohol just laying around? Because I could have really used some of that when I woke up in the dirt.”

He unscrewed the cap slowly “Have to know where to get it, but I’m generous and willing to share.” He divulged in a way that screamed bragging. You really wanted a drink and you didn't even really like alcohol.

Especially not straight liquor, but holy shit you’d take it. The last time you’d even seen alcohol was back in normal reality and it was really anyone's guess how long ago that was. Absentmindedly you added, “Lucky me.”

He tilted the bottle towards you, “Lucky you is right.” you were leaning towards him to take it when you thought of something, “Wait, how are you going to drink some? Can you through the mask?”

He let you take the bottle, “I’ll have some if you promise to be a good girl and not look.” you were running a finger around the rim as he said that. It had you flushing and muttering out an “mmhmm, I won't.” After a moment you threw caution to the wind and with as much sass as you could muster, “I mean if you're shy.”

You lifted the bottle and tried to prepare yourself for the taste. When the liquid hit your tongue you remembered why you hadn’t enjoyed alcohol, but the burn hit just right. Ghost Face growled at you, “Sure, call me shy. Just wait until I have you bent over taking it like a little whore. See who's shy then.”

The bastard had waited until you were mid-swollow to say that. He knew what he did. He must have been trying to kill you because you choked and sputtered on the alcohol, pulling the bottle away, some dribbling down your chin as you tried hard to swallow what you had in your mouth without spitting it out before coughing to clear your throat, “Dude what the fuck!” You wouldn’t acknowledge how that’d made your panties instantly damp.

He snatched the bottle back from you, “Yeah, you’ll be choking just like that too. Probably be just as messy and let it drip down your chin.”

Fuck. him. Fuck me. Groaning out at how his words sent a hot flush through your system and a dirty pulse right down to your core. Wiping your chin you fumed, “That was a dick move.” He held the bottle by the neck, “Yeah, and you fucking liked it. Probably already wet too. Doesn’t take much for a little slut like you.”

How the fuck did he know that? Was there some kind of sign on your forehead you didn’t know about? “Now be a good girl and look out the window.”

You hated him because there wasn’t even an ounce of resistance in you. Fucking hated how good it felt to have him speak to you like that. Hated how easy it was to do exactly what he wanted. Hated or loved. You weren’t really sure. It was a fine line after all.

You heard shuffling and the sound of the liquid sloshing around before he let out a groan that could only be described as auditory sex. It had you flushing with desire again. You gripped your skirt in hand as the temptation to look mounted. Find out what he looked like, what his hair looked like, if he even had hair, what color it was. See his eyes. God, you wanted to see his eyes. See if they were dark or light, how they glittered. Memorize his features and have them burned into your memory forever.

You wanted that so bad. You wouldn’t of course because, fuck if you weren’t what he called you— a good girl. You’d listen to what he said because it got you off in a way that probably wasn’t healthy— But you’d recently come to realize healthy didn’t seem to be such a big concern. You wanted to be bad. Wished you could. Wanted nothing more at that moment than to sneak a peek at him. See his throat bob as he swallowed. Damn, that mental image sent shivers down your spine.

Just as you were imagining that, you heard a snap from a leather-gloved hand, “Thinking too hard over there, Cupcake.” you looked back towards him and nothing was out of place. You’d missed your chance. Damn. He held the bottle back out, “Come over here if you want more.”

He didn’t have to entice you with alcohol for that, but it was an easy excuse. So you slide closer until you were nestled into his side. Taking the bottle you took a few deep swigs from it. The burn got easier the more you drank and soon you could feel the flush of alcohol through your system. The arousal you’d already felt amplified, you’d always been a horny drunk— you could feel yourself relax into him. The crackling fire was a nice view.

On your 5th drink, you looked up to him, “You just want to get me drunk.” He was already looking down at you, “Nah, wouldn’t be any fun with you plastered.” His hand on the back of the couch slid down into your hair, “Closest we’ll get to going out for drinks.” His hand threaded through your locks, “Besides, I don't have to get you drunk for you to let me do whatever I want to you.”

You squeezed the bottle and pouted while grumbling, “True, but you don't have to sound so smug about it.” He snickered in agreement, “I don't have to, but I want to.”

Taking another sip after feeling your heart pickup and the hot flush pulse straight through you settling in your core. You needed to stop drinking soon. You were a lightweight and you could already feel yourself getting pretty tipsy. So you lifted the bottle for him to take, which he did.

You went to turn away, but he used the hand still tangled in your hair to hold you still, “I didn’t say for you to move.” you looked at him confused, “I thought you di-” he cut you off and used the hand in your hair to direct your face into his chest. “Just keep your eyes down.” his hand never left your hair.

More rustling and another deep groan that did things to your insides and had you squirming in your seat. He had no right, absolutely no right to sound that good. He already made you feel hot on the regular, but mix in the alcohol, and now the sounds? Not to mention his mouth. You might as well just die in his lap. He’d probably like that. It had arousal coursing through you like it was your lifeblood. Your nipples were already stiff and begging for attention.

“Am I gonna have to tie you down? All that squirming.” With your filter lowered from the alcohol you didn’t even think about stopping the moan from escaping you at the threat. He snickered, “Yeah, you would like the idea of that.” You weren’t gonna argue at this point, you just shrugged.

You felt him release his grip on your hair to smooth it down and settle back into the couch, “So tell me, Cupcake, where are you from. Actually what year is it for you?” That was an odd question, “I’m from a town in West Virginia called Silent Hill. And the year? Why do you need that?” He just made a motion with the hand holding the bottle, “Humor me.” you had to think for a second. What year had it been? “Uh, well it was 2013 last I checked.”

The hand in your hair made its way down to the back of your neck, “Nice, we’re from relatively the same time period.” Your head shot up at that, “What? There's different time periods here?” He just nodded, “Yeah, it's a clusterfuck. Lots of 80's but it's really all over the place. You’re just a few years ahead of me though. I could still hunt you down if we somehow, unfortunately, get out of this thing.” you couldn’t say that you didn’t like the idea that he could find you even back home.

“Now that's out of the way, how come you haven’t done it yet?” You stiffened at his question. Thank god he’d plied you with alcohol, you'd probably have shut down and avoided this hard otherwise. You knew exactly what he was asking. Why you hadn’t killed yet. “I...It...I just..” you weren’t sure what exactly to say. You just hadn’t. The opportunity was usually inconvenient and your job kept you busy.

There were times you’d had to fight yourself to not do it though. There were some people that made it so tempting to give in. But you’d won against the urges each time. He somehow made you feel like you’d lost. Like you should have done it. “You really are too much of a good girl, huh? Need to kill that small conscience of yours instead.” The acidic way it rolled off his tongue didn’t seem like praise this time.

The alcohol coursing through your system wanted you to quickly correct that. “No, my conscience doesn’t mind. I..I think about it a lot. I came really close once. I was right there.” The way you’d said it sounded like you were grieving a loss. You guessed in some weird way, you were.

Reaching up for the bottle and he let you take it. As you chugged a healthy gulp you felt the hand that the back of your neck dropped to your waist. “Oh? What stopped you?”

You relished the burn in your throat before handing him the bottle and deciding that was your last. No more or you’d be on the sloppy side of tipsy, “My job.” his hand on your waist tightened, “And what jobs that?” You looked up to his mask, “I'm an aerialist for Cirque Du Soleil shows.” That caught his attention, “Oh, so she's flexible.” You snorted like you hadn’t heard that before. “How’d that stop you?”

You found a loose thread on your skirt and zeroed in on it, “Usually it keeps me too busy...but once when we were on tour, well, it was the closest I’d come. We're usually international and most of the time we stay in that country for about a month or two depending— a perfect setup.” You moved on to picking at your nails, “There was someone there that I ran into consistently when I went off exploring the city.” You felt Ghost Face’s hand slip under your shirt to grip at your bare waist. The feel of his leather against your skin had your nerves light up. It was only your waist, but somehow it was like a livewire straight to your core. You were back to squirming in your seat. “I’m not gonna describe the person, they’re not important.” His silence said go on as he squeezed your side.

“We got to know each other and I just...Something about them made me...It was the way they moved, maybe? I think? I don't know...I just,” You were squirming with arousal remembering what you’d felt back then, “I couldn’t get it out of my head. Needed to have it. Needed whatever it was inside them.” He lifted you up onto his lap, your back to his chest, his thigh splitting between yours. Fuck, he felt so solid, so good under you.

“Yeah? Needed it bad?” His hand on your waist dropped to grip your hip and direct your movement. Your head fell back against his shoulder. His other hand reached up under your shirt to squeeze your cleavage through your bra.

You kept moaning out as he dragged your hips across his thigh, “I knew what I wanted to do to them. What I wanted to make them look like. I thought about it. God, I thought about it so much.” he reached under your bra to give a quick squeeze and then pinched your aching nipple.

You hissed out a moan, your panties drenched and your breathing was out of control, “Did you get off thinking about what it’d feel like to finally do it? Finally, kill them?” He pushed his thigh up into your core, rocking just right and it hit your clit so good.

You cried out at the feeling and then at the question, “Yes. Fuck, yes I did. It was so good. Ohh, you’re so good... I’d get so wet thinking about it.” His hand switched to your neglected breast, “Yeah? Like how your cunts drenching my thigh right now?”

Rapidly nodded was all you could manage through your moans, but he quickly admonished you, “Ah ah, I want you to say it.” He rocked your hips hard and your clit caught against the pattern of his leather and shit, it had you moaning out, “Yeah, had my pussy wet like now.” he cooed at you, “Good girl, dirty fucking girl. Keep going.”

A shuddering breath left you as he quickened the rocking of your hips, “I had a plan. Ev—erything set. Ahh, fuck that's, oh god” You moaned into his neck and then whispered, “I was right there, I could almost taste it. It was so exhilarating. They had no id-idea, ahh, Ghost Face, fu-uck..no idea I was even a threat. They just thought I wanted to fuck.”

He chuckled at that, “They wouldn’t have been able to satisfy your whore cunt anyways. Not like this can.” you groaned and whined your agreement into his neck before continuing, “Just before I was a-about to g—go through with my plan my j—ob ended our tour early. There was some kind of permit issues suddenly and we were being...Oh fuck, please, please, please…” You were a begging mess and you didn’t even care how desperate you sounded. He continued to alternate between your breast, teasing your nipples with the feel of the leather. Grinding you roughly onto his thigh, “Keep going, Cupcake.”

Your mind was hazy, you could barely think with what he was doing, where had you been? Oh right, “W-we were being relocated to the ne—xt country effective im-immediately. I probably could have still gone through with it...but it was ruined. Didn't have the same appeal.”

Ghost Face had pushed your bra fully out of the way and was playing with your tits freely while his grip on your hip still dictated your pace. “I get it babe, Has to be on your terms.” He stilled your hips and you whined, “Please, please Ghost Face, please don't stop.” He had you whimpering with how bad you wanted to keep rocking on his thigh, “Describe what you wanted to do. Tell me all the disgusting delicious details and I’ll let you cum all over my thigh.” The hand playing with your breast slid up to grip your throat, “Fuck, yes totally...god that's so hot. You...oh fuck right there.”

He’d started rocking your hips and gripped your throat tighter, “Fuck! It wasn’t anything exciting. I’d been back to their ap-partment plenty of times. Knew the lay out-t, knew wh-where they kept the kn-ives.” he hummed in appreciation, “Using a knife? After my own heart.” you leaned back into him more and felt something rock hard brush up against your ass.

The hiss he let out was masked by the lewd sound from you when you realized how hard he was. You pushed your ass against him as you continued to grind, “Yeah, there was a k-knife of theirs I liked...fuck, ohhh keep doing that, please! ...It had these pr-pretty swirling engravings...Ahh! You feel so good.” He groaned as you dragged against him hard, “I had a li-little evening planned...ohhh Ghost Face, you feel so fucking good….with them. We’d have dinner, watch a movie” You had a shaky intake of breath at how your rocking was putting delicious pressure against your clit, “And I could never exactly decide on wh-which way I wanted to do it. I had t-two I lik—ed. So I kept the knife on my th-thigh under m-y skirt.”

He fully pulled you back against him while bunching your skirt around your waist and pushing your ruined panties to the side. The feel of leather on your bare pussy had you shaking in a sob. It rubbed against you in all the right ways. Grinding you roughly on his hard on while his hand still gripped your throat. “Yeah? Tell me what you wanted to do to them. Tell me what my filthy Cupcake wanted” you groaned at how sexy his voice was. Fuck, he was completely wrecking you.

It was so good. Fuck he gets me so hot, “ I could never decide if I wanted to slit their throat on the co-couch. Deep eno—ugh to cut their vocal cords, so they couldn’t ss-scream while I looked for what made them tick. Take what I wanted from inside. Or tie them to the bed gagged and play with stabbing them— feel the fight die in them. Then take what I wanted.”

He groaned next to your ear and ground against you hard, “You're so fucking cute— playing with your food. Which made you cum harder?” Groaning you tried to think, “The couch one….oh god right there, please!” groaning into his neck he helped you move rapidly against him, “You’re gonna fucking cum on my lap and then you’re gonna clean it up, understand?”

Reverently rocking against him you cried out, “Yes! Fuck yes! Please!” The idea of cleaning your cum off his leather and then hopefully have him fuck your throat had you whimpering and squirming wildly. You wanted anything he was willing to give. He groaned in your ear, “You’re so fucking filthy telling me about a murder you were planning. I fucking love it. Such a nasty filthy little slut for me.”

Sobbing all you could do was grind harder against him, “Say it.” You sucked in a shaky breath, “Fuck, I’m ohhh, I’m a filthy slut for you Ghost Face!” he growled in your ear, “That’s fucking right you are. If I was in that little scenario, I’d let you slit their throat and have you sit on my cock as they bled out.”

You pushed back against him and moaned loud and hard, “Have you moaning just like that. spread you open so they could see your pretty pussy stretched around me while they couldn’t do anything but watch. They'd hear how fucking wet your cunt is for me, watch as I pounded you and how you’d take it” He rocked up against, “Take it like the good fucking girl you are.”

You were sobbing with how much you needed to cum. The alcohol was making everything so much more intense. You were almost there, just a little more and you’d cum all over him. In a breathy sob you whimpered, “Yes...yes! I’d be so good for you!” pushing you roughly against his leg while his hand that was around your throat slid up to your lips.

Instantly you opened your mouth to let two of his fingers in. The leather felt so good against your tongue as he spread them around and played with your mouth, “Then fucking do it, you whore. Show me I own this cunt and cum.” You cried around the digits in your mouth as your clit caught against his pants again and sent your orgasm shattering through you. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head and your back arched away from him. With your blood rushing in your ears you never even heard the snap of his camera.

He let you continue to slowly grind against him as you sobbed around his fingers in your come down. After a moment you went flaccid against him and he pulled his fingers out of your mouth. You felt so good. More fulfilled than you ever had before. His hands were soothing up and down your sides helping you come back to yourself.

His soft whispers of how good you were, how dirty you were for him drifted into your awareness at the same time that his rock solid cock pressed against your ass. Getting your breath under control while he caressed your waist. Taking a deep breath you let it out and slid yourself down his lap to the floor. Turning to kneel between his thighs you looked up at him. His arm had made its way back up over the couch and you could see the stiff bulge in his pants. His other hand reached out and gripped your chin, “Look at that, I don’t even have to tell you twice.”

You looked up at him pathetically, God you wished you could see his face or even just his eyes, “I want it. Please...please, let me do it? I want to do it.” you were gripping his knees looking at him desperately. You really wanted to make him moan just as much as he’d made you. His thumb brush your bottom lip, “Of course you fucking do. Clean up the mess you made then, Cupcake.”

As soon as the permission left his mouth you were on him dragging your tongue up his thigh. The leather was slippery with the taste of your own cum making it tangy against your pallet. Your eyes closed as you moaned against him. You obediently worked your way up the thigh you’d ridden as you felt his hand smooth through your hair. When you heard a click your eyes shot up to him.

He had his camera out one hand holding your hair back the other taking pictures, “Stick your tongue out for me.” You did as he asked, tongue sitting against his leather-clad thigh, “now drag it up nice and slow.” You kept staring into the camera all the while. “That’s it. Now keep going” You did until there was nothing left on his thigh.

Leaning into him more you licked all the way up to his straining cock between his legs. Moaning, you licked around the area making sure to graze your check against his straining cock on every pass. He groaned and gripped your hair in a tight fist, “You’re such a cock tease”.

He pushed your face against his clothed cock and had you rub against it until he pulled your head up suddenly, “Here's what's going to happen, Cupcake. You're going to take my cock out, play with it some, and then I’m going to fuck your face. Sound good?” Your eyes fluttered. That's exactly what you’d wanted. Even though you’d come less than 5 minutes ago— you were ready for another one.

You sounded so desperate in your answer, “Sounds so fucking perfect.” Without waiting for a response you went to reach down, but his grip yanked your head back, pulling your eyes back up to him, “No touching that pussy unless I tell you to.”

You pouted up at him, that was going to suck. You were going to get inconveniently wet from this. Oral was something you actually enjoyed doing. But you wanted to be good for him. Just had to keep your hands on him instead. Once you finally nodded he finally released you, “Get to it then.” He leaned back into the couch watching as you dove down to release him.

You pulled him out of his pants and fuck he looked delicious.

He was definitely above average in height, thick, and the head was an angry swollen purple red. He looked so fucking good. Precome already dripping from the tip. Unconsciously licking your lips you smeared the tip across your lips and then both cheeks before bringing him back to your lips and giving the tip a lick with the flat of your tongue. The moan he let out had your pussy clenching around nothing.

You looked up as you gave him a few kitten licks and he was looking down, watching you, taking a few pictures. You made him moan like that and it was so fucking satisfying.

When you took the tip in your mouth and flattened your tongue against him you felt a hand settle on the back of your head. You released the tip and went to the base of him— rubbing your cheek against him you then placed an open mouth kiss to the base. Giving it a slight suck you felt the hand run through your hair as he groaned out.

You could feel yourself getting wet enough that some was slipping down your thigh. Flattening your tongue against the underside you dragged up against the vein running up to the tip— he let out a rich moan that ended with a groaned, “F-fuck.”. Giving his frenulum a few licks you looked up as you felt the hand tighten in your hair. His head was thrown back against the couch and his breathing was labored. You’d done that. Another rush shot down your spine making you slicker.

You wrapped your lips around the tip again and tongued the opening. He gasped as you circled your tongue around his pulsing tip. His hand moved deeper into your hair as you took a little more in and slowly gave a good suck, hands working his base, “Fuck— look at you..so good”.

Lavishing the frenulum at his praise before you sank him down until he hit the back of your throat. He choked out a groan, “Feels so-o good, Cupcake”. The silky feeling of him felt so damn good against the roof of your mouth. You hummed in appreciation and his hand gripping your hair tightened.

Both hands were working his base as you bobbed back to the tip. Giving one more lick to the tip you opened your jaw wider and took him all the way down to the base, swallowing around him. “Fu-uck—” His hand gripped your hair in a fist now as he held you down, “Fucking little cockslut” He groaned, “Your mouth is so fucking good.” your pussy clenched again and there was a pulse in your clit at his words. Swallowing around him again before you bobbed back up to the tip. You set a manageable pace with your hands working his base while you bobbed up and down. He was rasping out groans regularly now. He’d let you set the pace until now, but his grip on your hair was now directing your moment. “Your dirty mouth is so fucking good.”

He was roughly shoving you up and down his shaft, “You were fucking made to suck my cock like this.” You moaned against him and swallowed around him when he shoved down your throat, “This w-what you needed, isn’t it? My cock stuffed down your fucking throat!” You swallowed again and his hips jerked up against you.

He snarls down at you, “Shit, you fucking slut.” He pulled you up and shoved you back down, “Pretty fucking girl. T-taking it s-so good. All fucking mine.” His voice was just as rough as his movement. Tears were running down your cheeks from the burn of him in your throat. It felt so good to have him like this, everything he was doing, how rough he was, have him call you his.

You had to grip his thighs to stop your hands from moving into your panties. Your hips had started bucking uncontrollable— looking for some kind of relief. He rasped at you in a straining voice, “You’re so f-fucking pretty with my cock in your m-mouth.” you moaned as best you could around his quick pace, “I’m gonna c-cum all over your pretty little fucking f-face!” he suddenly ripped you off and started to vigorously stroke himself over you.

Without him asking you’d already had your mouth open tongue out waiting— whining for it, “F-fuck! You’re so fu-cking—” before he could finish that sentence you felt a spurt against your cheek— a thick rope running over your nose and eye. Another spurt on your other cheek before his tip was suddenly against your tongue filling your mouth with the last few spurts. You sat there moaning at the salty tang in your mouth, but not swallowing— hips still squirming in arousal. You heard his heavy breathing before you heard the telltale sound of his camera.

“Open your fucking eyes and look at me.” You did as asked and could see his cum strung between your upper and lower lashes on the left. Looking at him you saw him taking pictures, “Shit, you look so good covered in my cum.” You brought your hand up to your open mouth and dipped your fingers in the cum. Spreading your fingers around in it you heard him hiss on his inhale.

Some of his cum dripped out of your mouth, rolled down your chin to drop down your throat. You looked at him through fluttering lashes, playing with his cum in your mouth, while your hips were still rolling, “What’d I tell you earlier? So fucking messy.” He groaned when you let more spill out, some running down your hand now too, “Shit! Fucking swallow it you cumslut.” Making a show of it you tipped your head back, swallowed hard, and opened your mouth back up to show him.

He reached out and gripped your chin— swiping up some of the cum that’d spilled out he pushed his thumb into your mouth. You swiped your tongue against his glove and cleaned it off while staring up at him, “Get on the fucking couch, face down, ass in the air.”

You let go of his thumb, “Wha—” He cut you off, “Shut up and do it!” So you did, his cum still on your cheek smearing against the fabric, “Keep your fucking eyes closed and face down or I stop.” You were about to question him when you felt his hands pull down your panties and a second later a hot, so hot tongue licked a strip through your folds.

“Knew you’d get so fucking wet from blowing me. I wanted a taste.” you cried out “Ohh fuck” your back stiffening at the sensation. You pushed your hips back as you shoved your face into the cushions. “That’s right, needy girl. I got you.” His hands slipped up the backs of your thighs as he dragged his tongue over you again.

He lapped at you like a starved man and you whimpered. He circled your clit and then sucked it between plush lips. Fuck, his lips felt so damn amazing! You couldn’t keep the whining sobs from escaping you as you ground back against his face, “Oh! Fuck, Ghost Face, gmmhh!”. You could feel a slight stubble along his jaw scraping against you every so often. And holy shit did knowing that hit just right.

He slipped a finger in while he kept giving attention to your clit. You shuddered a sob and balled a fist. He was fucking wrecking you. He slipped a second on in and scissored them. Your hips kept pushing back against him as he licked through your folds. You weren’t going to last, you’d been so wound up from the face fucking and now he was eating you like a messy peach with his fingers fucking into you? You could feel it rise up in you. Your voice coming out in a higher pitch with a string of

“Please- Please- Please- Please!” and he gave a harsh suck to your clit while tonguing it roughly with his fingers hooked inside you— sent you over the edge. You came with a needy cry while faintly hearing yourself chanting, “Ghost Face, oh Ghost Face”. You were trembling and could feel the aftershocks rolling through you before he slowly pulled away.

You could hear him shuffling around but you couldn’t even move if you’d wanted to. The man had killed you. Murdered you with an orgasm. So when you felt his hands moving you there was no resistance. He settled you back into his side with one of your legs over his lap. You were trying to find yourself in the pleasure haze still in your brain. You could feel him playing with your hair, but you didn’t feel your eyes closing. There was just a relaxed sigh— you or him? You couldn’t remember.

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slashingdisneypasta · 4 years

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Horror Villain Headcanons

Topic: This is an extension of the last Jason Oneshot ^^ The rest of the horror movie villains react to their S/O telling them someone at work asked them out and she thought about saying yes.

Warnings: Seriously bad language in some reactions. Like, disgusting. Also some M rated suggestions

Notes:

I’m feeling like Jason took it extremely well for a Slasher… aha

I’m so sad that our boys Buckman, Drayton and Hoyt don't have gifs!!

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Billy Loomis:

· Well, Billy’s a bit of a hot head… or a lot.

· The guy who asked you out will probably be dead. Most likely.

· And you’ll get the cold shoulder for an hour or two, because man. He’s hurt, that you would consider leaving him for some better life. You’re just like his mother, and this asshole who asked you out is just like Maureen Prescott. In his head, this just legitimises his murderous actions even more and makes him even worse.

· In this scenario, keeping it to yourself would have probably bene better.

· Eventually though, the fog will lift and he’ll remember that he needs you. He’ll come over and wrap his arm around you, nuzzling your face, and threaten you that if you ever do anything like that to him again, or even look in the direction of another man they will be cut down and he will make you watch.

· Boy’s a little bit yandere.

Bubba Sawyer:

· Bubba’s mind flies right over the part where another guy asked you out and sticks to the part here you thought about saying yes. He doesn’t care about this other guy, he doesn’t know him. He cares about his people, and you are his person. He wonders, why would you do that? Why aren’t you totally happy with him and his brothers and grandpa?

· His eyes will get watery, and he’ll just watch you and listen to you holding onto every word that comes out of your mouth until you’re done. Imagine that, for a moment. Telling Bubba, with his big, teary brown eyes (I’m assuming their brown, I can’t tell) that another man asked you on a date and you nearly said yes and left him. Imagine that, and tell me, could you do it???

· Hell no. With his little fidgeting, and his fat bottom lip sticking out, and his whines? No! No! No, no, no, no!

· So, quickly, bundle him up in a hug and tell him you were being silly, and you love him!

(Mayor) Buckman:

· Depends, was it a citizen of pleasant Valley? Or was it a passing stranger? Because if its one of their victims then there won’t be as many long-term consequences like their will be if it were one of his residents. His family.

· See, if you’re dating the mayor, everyone will know. Especially this mayor, because he has a taste for flare and he sure as hell introduces you as his consort every chance he gets. Which means passers by and residents alike are well aware who you are and who you ‘belong to’ (He wouldn’t put it that way, but its clear.).

· If it was a victim, he’ll make a show of their death- even more then usual. If it was a resident, they’ll get a warning and he’ll never entirely trust them again. He’ll always bring it up from then on, too. Embarrassing you, and them. Refers to them as an almost-thief and whatever other nasty insulting name that he feels at the time.

· But either way, he’ll be the same about your part in his heartbreak. Betrayed, but willing to forgive because you’re ‘Just so darn cute!’.

· He will guilt trip you a lot though when its mentioned, but if you’re able to sit him down and talk about it maturely with him, and explain your side of the story, then he’ll calm down and forgive you. ‘It’s forgotten, darlin’. I’m sorry for acting immaturely.’

Carrie White:

· Surprisingly, Carrie doesn’t immediately get upset and act like Bubba did. I mean, of course she feels bad. Its not a nice thing to hear from the person you’re in love with, that they nearly left you for something else! But, she thinks about your side of this as well.

· She guesses, she understands where you came from. It would be easier for you to love someone normal… not like her… It would be nicer for you. She gets it.

· She keeps the wounded look off her face, for your benefit.

· “But… “She’ll say then. And explain her side of this. That she loves you so much, and understands that it would be easier for you and just wants you happy. But she would be really happy herself, if what would make you happy is to be with her.

· It’ll be such a relief for her if you take her hands say that’s the conclusion you came to. One of those adorable, real smiles will grace her face.

Chop Top Sawyer:

· “WhhhaaaaaaaAAaAaaat???”

· “Let me at him! Let! Me! At! HIM! Show me where he’s at, I should- “

· You will need to stop him from storming your place of work with a face on a stick that’s on fire (Bubba balling behind him, because that’s his face!!), fists blazing and bouncing all over the place if you want to explain. Goddamnit, Chop Top’s gotta stand up for himself, and his woman! This will not do??!!

· “Chop Top- Chop! Stop it a second, I- Chooop! I nearly said yes!”

· That make shim halt in place. Only for a second though, before he drops his fists and turns to you in confusion. “Wat?”

· “But… then… I realise, I love you. And I was being stupid, and- well, that’s it. I love you.”

· “Awww, I love you too! That’s okay then!!”

· Prepare yourself, because otherwise the force of Chop’s lung cuddle will send you both crashing into one of Nubbins bone sculptures.

· Chop Top is pretty light hearted about the whole thing XD

Chucky/Charles Lee Ray (We’re assuming he’s human in this. Whether that be in man or woman form. And I’m sorry if I overuse this gif, I just love it XD):

· Some stupid guy asking you out is one thing, but you considering it??? That’s a direct attack on him and will be treated with prejudice.

· “I must not be hearing right these days, doll, because I swear I just heard come out of your pretty little mouth that you considered leaving me for some castrated turd- or, he will be castrated, at least. Stay here.”

· I suggest you stay where you are because if you leave and he comes back to that after killing this to find you gone, he will find you, and he’ll be even more pissed. He’ll take that as an admission that you’re not in love with him anymore, and the situation will be handled much worse.

· When he gets back, he will have the penis of the man who asked you out in a plastic zip lock bag and he’ll give it to you. Then hook a hand around the back of your neck and hold you firmly in place so that he can look down at you darkly and say: “Keep that as a reminder that I take great pleasure in sawing off any limb or body part off a person who tries to steal from me. I want you to be happy, sure, but having you is the point.”

· For the rest of the night he’ll be pretty stiff and stay off to himself instead of hanging with you because, he didn’t say it but his feelings were hurt by this betrayal, but by the time the sun rises the next day he will have gotten over it, comforted by the fact that he has you for better or for worse now.

Drayton Sawyer:

· Drayton takes all this news in one gulp and just kinda… nods, says okay then, and leaves to continue his work. Out of it. Off with the fairies.

· He doesn’t quite know what he could do about that. I mean, it’s good that you love him and you didn’t leave, but the fact that you thought about it still feels terrible. Especially since he doesn’t kill. He feels like he has no way of one upping you, or becoming even. He feels like the weaker part of the relationship, the one that has more to lose. Because clearly, you have options! He has… you.

· He’ll be pretty quiet for the rest of the night and for a while after tat day he’ll act a bit off. Normal, you know. Doing things with you, and talking with you, and just being normal. But he’ll just a be a biiiiit off, because he knows he has so much more to lose, and he hates that feeling.

· Eventually he’ll get over it, and feel better. But this has opened his eyes to that fact and its new to him! I mean, its not nice for anyone. But in his family, they all need each other They all play an equal part and even without that theirs blind loyalty involved. Here, he has to earn it and he suddenly feels very powerless, and in danger of losing you if one day you decide he isn’t enough.

Freddy Krueger:

· Similar to Chucky, he ‘wants you to be happy, but having you is the point’. He’s not above causing you an accident that puts you in a coma, so you stay with him all the time and you don’t have any other choices. Your smile is cute, but being with you trumps it all.

· But this is only the first time, and you’ve told him that you realised you didn’t want that. You want him so his little perverted heart may give out, so he’ll let it go this once. He wont hold onto it and throw it in your face later or even use it to his advantage now.

· He will kill the guy, though. There’s no way he won’t take the opportunity to kill someone.

Jennifer Check:

· “Well fuck you too then, bitch!”

· Yeah… she may need a bit of time to cool down. She is hot. She graces you with her presence. How dare you stab her in the back like this. She thinks all this, and then she thinks that she should kill you. That no fuck buddy should be able to hurt her like this, but after she looks at you and assesses you… she knows she couldn’t.

· But you don’t know that, and she’ll work with that.

· Storming out, she’ll make you think that she’s so mad that she would kill you. Just so you’ll feel the fear for a time, which she’ll prolong as much as possible, going do her nails and toes and then get a delicious, boy flavoured meal as self-care.

· Then, finally she’ll come back, and roll her eyes like she doesn’t know you took it seriously. Like it wasn’t her plan at all. “You really thought I would kill you? Don’t be dumb, come on! Let’s watch a movie- I pick, cuz you’re slutty ass hurt my feelings, k?”

(Sheriff) Hoyt/Charlie Hewitt:

· When he looks at you, slightly squinting like he does when he’s thinking, you think he’s going to kill you. That you never meant much to him and he’s going to turn you into dinner without blinking an eye for your betrayal- because what’s more important to Hewitt’s, then loyalty? Not much.

· Also, Hoyts a twisted, backstabbing traitor himself so that also worries you a bit.

· But then he just leaves the room, attitude in his eyes as he calls for Thomas to lock you away in your room and that he’s going to get dinner.

· For a few stupid hours after that, hidden away in your room without your phone or laptop, you foolishly thing he’s going to withhold dinner from you as punishment.

· But when he brings you in stew with a suspiciously familiar coloured eye as a sloppy garnish, and a tricky, twisted look on his face, you know what your punishment really is.

Michael Myers:

· Ohhh, no.

· Boy’s dead.

· That’s it.

· You get no punishment, but this boy who asked you out is so dead. You just tell him what happened, and then he turns and leaves to get his new job done.

Patrick Bateman:

· It may be smart to tell him at work, so he can’t really flip out… trap him in the confines of social standards.

· It won’t stop him from freaking out on you later, in the safety of your own home, but it will allow you a few more hours of crippling worry- or enough time to leave the country. You know, depending on how you word the whole thing to him.

· A deep breath in through his nose, teeth grit. “I’ll cancel our dinner reservations.” His eyes flicker from yours, to everyone else in the office. He steps closer to you, and whispers. “Go home, don’t you dare eat anything or turn on the TV. Tie yourself up, and wait for me. And don’t let me catch you dressed, fucking whore.”

· See, he’s had to come up with different ways to punish you when he’s mad, seeing as he cares for you. So really kinky, borderline (Sometimes not even borderline.) torturous sex will have to do. You never get to finish. And the rope is not safe, sex shop brand rope.

Pennywise (OG):

· I’m sorry, why should he care that a weak, unimportant mortal man asked you out? Its not like he would ever have succeeded, even if you hadn’t made the right decision and said no. He would have found you and gotten you back, no matter what.

· You are his adorable little human, who he is prepared to fight for -not that that is what would ever happen here. He’s not going to waste energy fighting a mortal man when he can just take you back, easy, - and you will not get away so easily.

· Basically, in this relationship, freewill is a fantasy. You are entirely and utterly owned by him. Like a pet.

Stu Macher:

· “You, what… really??”

· Well, first of all, he would fight this boy. Killing him doesn’t really occur to him, because he likes to keep his romantic life and his murder life separate but he definitely wants to throw a punch or two!

· Second of all, why would you want that!???

· “Do you not like me, anymore?? Babe, baby, come on! What’d I do to deserve that!”

· Honestly, he makes it out like it would have been better if you hadn’t told him. He thinks you’re mad at him and are trying to tell him you have options, by being honest and telling him this. No one has ever claimed he’s the sharpest knife in the drawer.

· You’ll get lots of cuddles and snuggles because he wants you to know how much he loves you. But that’s not really new.

Thomas Hewitt:

· Deep breaths. Watch his chest rise and fall like he’s trying really hard not to get mad, which he is.

· But, mostly, he reacts like Jason. Hears you out, because what else can he do? Luda taught him not to walk away from a person in the middle of a conversation.

· Once you’re done, he thinks. Still with the very deep breaths.

· He thinks how he trusts you, and what you say must be true. But then if you thought about leaving, then something has to be wrong, right?

· As you continue to explain to him, slightly more panickily, that you love him and it was a momentary lapse in judgement that didn’t even really do anything but you’re telling him anyway, because you love him and you want him to trust you, he slowly starts to clam down.

· Eventually, her brings you into a hug to stop your panicking. His breaths have returned to a normal rate, and he vows to try and forget it.

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horrorslashergirl · 3 years

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Hunter meeting Hunter

A Xaviera Lah-Mo and Andrei Kulokova Story Chapter 4

Authors Note: God, I love writing for these two so so much. It’s like writing the scrpt of a woman for the big screen. So many things going on in this chapter; pasts are reavealed little by little, feelings get stronger and things get angstier as we read the journey of a wolf and snow leopard.

Xaviera Lah-Mo belongs to me

Andrei Kulokova belongs to @the-slasher-files

Warning: 18+ because there is murder, death and gore, plus some teasing between our animals. Just a heads up.

Words: 5.2k (Seriously, it was supposed to be shorter, but oh well....Time sure flies when you write)

Chapter 1 HERE

Chapter 2 HERE

Chapter 3 HERE

Xaviera was hugging the pillow to her chest, her usual ice-cold eyes always calculating everything, now a calm warm blue, gazing at the Russian, millions of thoughts crossing her mind after what happened between them; the strong smell of sweat and sex still persisting in the room.

She nibbled on her bottom lip nervously, feeling so small next to the behemoth of a man next to her in bed; that surge of protection overcoming her from his part. A soft sigh left her lips as one of Andrei's hands ran down her soft naked shoulder, his other hand lightening a cigarette. His gaze was forward, blowing a cloud of smoke, then his eyes drifted back over to her.

"So...How was your first time?" he asked, taking another drag of his cigarette.

"Everything you wanted it to be?" he pressed on, a drop of smug masculinity evident in his rough voice.

Xaviera didn't fantasize about what her first time would be like; she was always so erupted into her researches, hunting, and studies that the prospect of sharing such a deep and intimate act never crossed her mind, and if she did try to picture her first time, there was always a blank spot, just a shadow, because she had never met someone to reach her standards.

Call her vain, because she was a picky individual, but that's how it goes into the animal mating process too. Females don't just mate with any desperate male in a rut; some have to prove themselves worthy in brutal fights that lead to one male dying.

She remembers one time while in Himalaya how the yaks were fighting for the right to mate. It was like two tanks were smashing against each other, one which ended up with an almost fatal wound, and when he tried to get close to the female she turned her back to him. Not worthy.

Getting back to where she was, she hummed at the Russian's question, enjoying his touch on her sweat-covered skin.

"Mhmmm....Always pictured that my first time would be with a wolf. I guess I am more fond of feral beasts." she replied with a cheeky glint in her eyes.

Andrei gave a little huff of laughter at the cheeky side of her personality.

"Well, aren't you lucky." he commented with a smirk.

Her eyes drifted from his eyes to his cigarette. It's been so long since she smoked. The white-haired woman remembers how she used to smoke one pack of them during her time in college when she had tons of exams and finals.

After the small pause of silence between them, she noticed that he noticed that she was gazing at his cigarette. He took a drag and blow the smoke close to her face, the strong smell of tobacco filling her lungs, reminding her of the years in college, days and nights studying the creatures that she now lived close by, not close enough to kill her, but close enough to shot the poachers and for the predators to finish the job.

"Would you like one?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, making her ears perk up at his question and she nodded, taking one and lighting it up, taking a deep drag, her eyes closing as she exhaled smoke, her muscles relaxing more.

She sighed contently.

"Haven't smoked since college. Sleepless nights full of studying." she spoke, her eyes looking up at him, licking her lips nervously, feeling like a little school girl who got in bed with one of the last year's ones.

It was like a fresh breath of air like she was in the highest place of the mountains.

"Y'know you look hot with a cigarette hanging out of those soft lips..." he whispered, leaning in close to her face, blowing smoke directly at her and capturing it in a kiss, moaning into her mouth. She blushed at his comment and closed her eyes, savoring the foreign feeling, but it didn't last long for he pulled away, taking the cigarette from her hand and putting his down in the ashtray, only to finish hers.

"You shouldn't smoke...it's bad for you." he told her with a smile.

Her heart fluttered at his concern for her health. He was getting under her skin. She smiled in return and rubbed her nose on his own as animals do in affection.

"I know...That's why I gave up smoking after college." she told Andrei, looking up at him from under her eyelashes.

"You must have a good strong will then myshka." he spoke, putting down the cigarette in the ashtray.

One of his large hands rubbed her side while the other interlocked with her small hand, watching her with intensity. He pressed his lips to her forehead and closing his eyes.

Xaviera's lips twitched into a smile at his gentle side, something that really surprised her in such a good way, considering how much he had infuriated her.

"When you lived most of your life among creatures that could kill you in a matter of seconds, you have to be always careful. Never underestimate someone by appearance. That's what my father used to tell me..." she found herself telling him.

A vulnerable side was peaking from under the long hair locks, one of a little girl that was as vulnerable as thin ice; a little girl that the death of her parents was forever imprinted in the darkest corners of her mind; one of them which was devoured by hyenas.

Xaviera felt the Russian's grip on her tighten, holding her close and telling her it was alright. He was tense too.

He hummed, listening to her.

"A wise man." he whispered into her hair, and she felt the need to continue, the ice slowly cracking and she was afraid she would sink into the freezing water underneath.

Xaviera bite her lower lip, a bitter feeling forming in the back of her throat, but nodded at his words.

"Yes, he was. He always knew what to say and how to solve any problem...If it wasn't for him...I wouldn't have been here today." she tells Andrei, curling her body against his much bigger one, seeking protection and comfort in a silent way.

"My.....uh, my dad was killed when I was young boy, just leaving me, my uncle, sister and..." he begins to tell her, his breath hitching slightly.

"My mother.....but um...she was murdered when I was 12." he finishes, shifting a little, probably uncomfortable with being so open to her, but she couldn't blame him, she knew how hard it was to speak of the deceased loved ones.

He pulled her closer and she guessed he needed comfort as much as she needed it too.

The small woman had listened to each of his words and she noticed the anxiety dripping from his voice; no wonder he was like this, the things he must have gone through. Her hand rested on his chest, where his heart was. She felt something inside her crawl; maybe the feminine empathy?

She always had a soft spot for scarred beasts.

"She must have been a wonderful and beautiful woman......My mother....S-She was killed too....A-Along with my father." she began to tell him, voice cracking little by little along with the ice; she swallowed down and continued.

"My father was killed by poachers in a trip to Africa....Me and my mother run...B-But....She saved me....Giving her life. T-They killed her too.....She hid me into the hallow of a tree....A-And after they left her body.....T-The hyneas....T-They devoured her....They ripped her face apart." at this point she couldn't hold back the tears, the bitter taste too strong and the ice shattered underneath her, the cold water enveloping her body.

She clung to Andrei's form, letting the tears fall.

"I had to watch until she was a mess of flesh and bones." she choked on a sob, her face buried into his chest.

"I-I was so weak." she breathed out.

She felt his strong arms wrap around her, holding her in an instinctive form of protection.

"Sssssshh....little one...." he cooed, pulling back a little to look into her red eyes from crying, cupping her jaw, and wiping the tears away.

"It was never your fault...Beasts take and take from this world with greed, no mercy...and it is no one's fault." he tried to assure her and slowly she relaxed her, little by little she could feel her sobbing stop, all thanks to Andrei's soothing voice, something she would have never guessed she would love to hear, considering how the first day with him was.

Her gaze moved up to his face.

"That's why I hate most humans so much....Humans call animals beasts but they are the ones." she whispered, letting the last tears fall down her cheeks.

"Animals aren't greedy, vain... They do it to survive.... Humans are conducted by their avarice." she spoke, taking one of his big hands in both her tiny ones, bringing his hand to her lips, kissing his knuckles, then her eyes drifted to the big scars on her thigh.

"I got this one from a mother Grizzly. Me and my dad encountered the cubs first and because I was young and foolish... She attacked me..... My dad saved me, but the Grizzly left a souvenir." she spoke, looking from the claw marks to Andrei.

"I learned not to be afraid of the wild animals... But also respect them. Respect what can kill you." she whispered, nuzzling his hand as a cat would do to its owner.

She noticed his eyes widen at her story; probably a little shocked that a Grizzly got so close to her, but she guessed anyone would have the same reaction. The shocked look quickly disappeared from the Russian, taking his free large hand and bringing it to the scars, tracing the claw patterns like it was a canvas, a picture worth a thousand words, a story that could have had a tragic and brutal end.

She shivered at his touch, the gesture going to such a spiritual intimacy. He really was getting under her skin. His lips pressed again on her forehead.

"Well, thank you for respecting me." he laughed lightly, all the tension in the room vanished at his attempt at making a joke.

She snorted and rolled her blue eyes at his smug joke; again all high and mighty.

"Yes, yes. I respect you, all high and mighty Alpha Wolf." she cheekily told him, one of her fingers scratching under his chin playfully, as one would do to a dog. He was amused by her playful demenour.

"Just don't step on my tail, or I am gonna bite your precious jewels off." she whispered against his lips, her blue eyes glinting in a feline-like amusement.

His eyes went sharp again at this, smashing his lips on hers in a deep kiss, grinning at her surprised self.

"Go ahead and try it, precious kitten." he challenged her, rolling her small body on top of his, making Xaviera squeak, her legs tensing when she felt his hands on her hips until he brought them to her neck, her most sensitive part. She let out a soft mewl, the skin still sensitive from all the bite marks he left.

He took a deep breath and pulled her into another kiss. She felt herself blush at his actions and words, despite the fact that they fucked just a few minutes ago. He just managed to bring out the fire in her.

She kissed him back as he did, her small hands moving to touch his bigger ones that were rested on her neck.

"I love it when you touch my neck." she whispered into the kiss, her thumbs stroking his knuckles.

She saw his jaw tense and internally she smirked, knowing that he was affected by her as much as she was by him. His grip on her neck tightened, not enough to choke her, but enough for her pulse to pick up in anticipation and her breath to hitch.

"Be careful with those sweet words baby girl." he whispered back.

This was a reminder that this wasn't a company dog.... He was a feral wolf. An apex predator, who could easily crush her tiny neck under rough, large hands.

"You know... You are the only one who has ever touched my neck and survived." she warned, looking down at him, cheeks dusted by a furious blush from their position.

He raised an eyebrow at her word, his signature smirk coming back on his face, canines on display.

"There is still time, darling." he laughed, appreciating her wild side and also amused by it.

Before she knew it, she was underneath the beast of a man, kissing her again only to leave her a breathless mess as he pulled away.

"Well, thank you for letting me live.... for now." he gave her a smug smirk, getting up from the bed and marching downstairs.

After he left, she didn't realized she was holding her breath, touching her neck and feeling the bitemarks, something inside her purring.... Like a Snow Leopard who just got mated.

Xaviera groaned at that thought. The Russian was going to be her weakness, although sometimes she really wanted to kick his ass in the snow for being such a knucklehead..... A very handsome and wild and passionate and big....

She huffed, burring her face into the pillow.

God, she was turning into a sappy mess.

She was pulled from her lovestruck thoughts by the rough voice, a tint of softness there.

"Everything alright?" Andrei asked, coming back to the bedroom with two mugs of hot tea, putting her mug down, and getting into bed with his own mug, his free hand running down her shoulder.

The Snow Leopard tensed at his touch and the feline felt an uncontrollable blush creeping up her neck and cheeks, looking at him. She felt like a little girl with a crush.

"Y-Yes.... E-Everything is alright... Just....Thinking." she replied, trying to avoid his gaze at the end, bitting on her lower lip.

The Russian just sipped on his tea, watching the snowfall out the windows, then he smirked.

Xaviera took the cup of tea, sipping on the delicious aroma and the warmness, then she almost choked on his following words.

"Thinking.... about me?" he asked, looking at her amused.

"Don't be shy...I'm beginning to know that beautiful blush well, baby girl."

He was reading her like an open book. Coughing, she looked at him, not able to control her blush.

"I-It's not like that! I mean... You were amazing and I loved every second of it... it's just.... I never shared.... a moment like this." she spoke, looking down at the cup of tea in her lap.

She saw from the corner of her eyes, him smiling.

"I'm just teasing, myshka, it was a joke..." he spoke, hooking two large fingers under her chin, her eyes on his.

"But I was right." he huffed, only for her to glare at him, the blush still present.

"Still a knucklehead... Don't make me throw your ass in the snow." she told him, taking a sip of her own tea to hide her smile.

Andrei put his tea down on the nightstand, his fingers moving along her jaw sweetly.

"And still a fierce kitten." his fingers moved up her jaw, only to lace within her white hair and kiss her again.

She closed her eyes as he kissed her, her tongue running along his bottom lip only to shyly start sucking on it. Her eyes opened, looking into his own, challenging him slightly. His sharp eyes looked into her.

"Well, you learn fast." he grinned, licking his canines, the hand in her hair tightening into a fist, making her gasp, only for the wolf to take the opportunity and show his tongue inside in a sloppy kiss, making her moan. Her heart fluttered at his words. She felt his hand take the cup of tea from her hand, setting in on the nightstand on her side and she found her back flush against the mattress with him on top of her.

She jumped a little when he bites her lip, hard enough to draw a little blood, then he pulled away, moving down to kiss her jaw and neck. She moved her head back, exposing more of her neck in submission.

"T-That's not fair.... Y-You know my sensitive spots... A-And I don't know yours." she breathed out in a shuttering voice.

She felt him grin against her neck, his k9's brushing against her bruises that he created.

"A predator never just tells you their weak spot..." with that he pulled away and she felt herself sink in the mattress at the way he was gazing down at her.

"You of all people should know that, darling."

Xaviera's breath hitched and she blushed at the Russian's words, feeling embarrassed. She let her guard down in front of the big bad wolf and now he had her in his jaws.

"I-I...." she was at a loss of words, something that very rarely happened to the white-haired female.

He moved his large hand through her long white hair, resting his forehead against her, just like animals show affection, something she was used from the furry feral beasts, but not from humans.

"Sssshh...little mouse... I will not hurt you." he softly spoke.

God, she felt herself melt at his touch and the way he spoke, her eyes looking up at him like a deer caught in by the big bad wolf. One of her hands moved to stroke his knuckles gently.

"I-It's alright... You know... When I was in Africa I watched as Leopards mate. The males always bite the nape of the females. Not to kill her, but to assert dominance. I suppose that goes for humans too?" she told him in a quiet voice, biting on her lower lip.

He grinned down at her, humming at her words.

"You are mine." placing his hand on the side of her neck, he kissed her deeply, a gasp leaving her when he started grinding against her, but only for a short time, because he rolled off, pulling her closer to him.

"All yours, Wolfy. All yours.... Considering half my neck is blue and purple." she said with a smile, blue eyes shining in pride as her hand touched the bitemarks.

"What a cute little thing." he kissed her forehead.

Xaviera's eyes moved along his chest, where the big scar was and she wondered how he got it, but she knew, he was just like her, not wanting to be pressured in telling.

"Little with enough venom to kill 100 men." she replied with a devilish glint in her eyes, her lips pressing against his big scar, feeling him tense.

"It's time for sleep myshka...." he leaned down, brushing his lips against hers.

"Unless you want to go again?" he grinned, licking his canines.

Xaviera chuckled quietly at his impressive stamina, her lips brushing his canines.

"As much as I would love to get frisky with the big bad wolf.... I have to rest. The blizzard will stop tomorrow morning and I will have to go...hunting." she whispered, her hand brushing against his chest up and down, only for him to roughly grab her wrist.

"You might want to stop doing that then... or else I'm not taking your excuses." he warned her, his other hand moving to her scar on her thigh, just resting it there.

Xaviera knew he was like a bomb ready to combust any moment so she let him win this time.

"Got it, knucklehead." she huffed, rolling her eyes, and she couldn't stop smiling.

She pressed a kiss under his chin.

"Good night, Wolfy." she whispered, leaning her head against his chest, her eyes closing as he continued to brush his hand across her scar.

"Good night, kitten." he whispered, sleep enveloping her.

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It was like she had an internal clock, because as soon as it was early morning and the snowing stopped, her eyes slowly opened looking out the window. Her eyes drifted from the outside scenario to the man in bed with her. It was the first time she saw him sleep and he looked so peaceful.

Slowly, with feline-like stealth, she moved from the bed and out of the bedroom, her eyes on him the entire time, until she was out of the room and downstairs, starting to dress up, putting on her white and cream winter coat, the white fur on the hood so soft, it always kept her warm.

Getting all her weapons; the venomous small arrows, the sniper rifle and her mountain backpack on she moved towards the exit. She knew it was probably bad to leave, but she preferred to go on huntings solo.

Exiting the cottage, she stalked towards the path, her gaze moving to her map in hand, already starting to calculate distance, route. It took her two hours to reach the destination. The poachers were going to arrive in half an hour if she calculated everything right, which she always did. Setting her backpack down, she opened it, getting out a wire of spikes, similar to the ones cops use to stop vehicles.

She planted it right in front of the path that the poachers will drive by, masking it in snow, then moving into an isolated spot, basking herself in the whiteness of nature, sniper rifle in hand, and just waiting, exactly like a predator.

Her ears instantly perked up as she heard the sound of the engine in the distance, muscles tightening in anticipation as she was the truck get closer, knowing what was inside. She licked her lips as they approached.

20 seconds....

Her finger hovered over the trigger of her sniper rifle, waiting.

10 seconds....

She knew that she had to be quick in her moves; no hesitation.

5 seconds....

Her pupils dilated like that of a snow leopard, ready for the kill.

The sounds of tires exploding meet her ears, looking through the lens of the sniper; eyes on the passager door as it opened, one man exiting the vehicle, only to fall down as the bullet hit him right in the neck, blood starting to coat the white snow underneath him.

First one dead. Two more to go. Another man exited the vehicle with a shotgun in hand, looking for her. She smirked, knowing he will never be able to spot her; it was like searching for a crystal sugar in the snow. She pressed the trigger, aiming for his heart, his body falling next to the other dead poacher.

Now the driver. She was itching to kill the last one, but he was hesitant to get out.

'Come on, little shit. Come to mama.'

He did peek his head out the window. Big mistake; it was enough for Xaviera to shot him straight in the middle of his forehead. She grinned, then moved from her hiding spot, marching towards the back of the vehicle, a big door with a locker. Setting her backpack down, she got the bolt cutter, getting the lock on the metal door off.

Her hands tugged on the handle, the sound of metal against metal echoing in the forest as the small woman opened the door; a set of four white paws meeting the snow.

It was a snow leopard, shaking his white and grey thick fur, happy to be free. Xaviera smiled as the animal runoff, disappearing into the covered snow forest like a ghost.

The moment of calmness and pride was quickly taken away when Xaviera felt immense pain shooting through her scalp as someone yanked her head back, her eyes widening as the person behind her smashed her head against the side of the truck, only to throw her on the ground.

"So, you are the Mountain Ghost I've been hearing about. I thought it was going to be someone...bigger." the voice was unfamiliar and her vision was blurry.

She tried to get up, only to feel a kick at her ribs, making her stumble, choking on her breath. How could there be another one? She had stalked and observed them for such a long time, calculating everything by numbers and seconds.

"You think you can just go around and steal our prizes?" the man spat, his foot coming to press harshly against her ankle, making her scream.

She was ready to get her venomous darts from her small bag inside her winter jacket, only to have her face pressed in the snow.

"Keep your venom to yourself." the man spoke in her ear, then turned her around, snatching the darts and throwing them so she couldn't reach the weapons.

This was bad, so bad. She wasn't built for close contact combat, especially when it came to life or death. Like a cheetah, she was fast but sadly lacked the strength.

Xaviera could feel blood dripping down from her temple, her hands trying to scratch him, pierce his eyes, anything so she could get away from under him and run. A fist to her eye was all that the man needed to make the fierce feline, drop her hands.

"Keep your claws to yourself, bitch!" the man yelled, looking over her, then smirked.

"You made me lose that Snow Leopard. Someone paid huge cash for its fur." he spoke, making Xaviera glare at him despite the position she was in.

"But....I know what you might be useful for." the way he said that made Xaviera's stomach twist in such an unpleasant way that she wanted to throw up and when she felt his hands on her thighs, she felt tears form at the corner of her eyes.

She was ready to scream, but the weight on top of her disappeared, the sound of fighting meeting her ears. Her blue eyes opened, looking up at the sky. Her gaze moved to the ground and she felt her breath hitch at the scenario before her.

It was Andrei. He saved her. That made the horrible feeling she had before disappear, relieved that he was here. It was obvious that the Russian had the upper hand, much bigger than the poacher and certainly more experienced by the combat skills he put on a demonstration on the other male.

A sickening crunch meets the woman's ears as Andrei delivered a straight punch on the man's nose, blood coating half of his face. It was like watching two male animals fighting for territory, and Xaviera saw plenty of brutal fights between males for territory, food, and the right to mate. She knew that these types of fights ended up with someone dead.

In one swift movement, the Russian grabbing the handle of his knife, taking the blade out of its holster, and stabbing the poacher right in his tight, twisting the blade inside. The scream echoed through the forest and all Xaviera could do was to watch as Andrei took the knife out, blood splashing on the snow as the man dropped down, not dead yet.

Big large hands wrapped around the wounded man's neck, as tight as possible, and the woman watched as the Russian strangled the poacher, his arms trying to inflict pain on Andrei, but it was all useless, the winner already decided the moment the knife impaled in his thigh.

The poachers' arms dropped down, breathing stopped and he was dead. Xaviera sighed relieved, only for her to freeze as his gaze slowly moved to her form.

His eyes, the usual icy blue were almost black, pupils blown wide and lips pulled into a snarl, canines on display, exactly like a very dangerous wolf. Xaviera had encountered this look many times in her life on animals, but never on humans. She swallowed down, knowing not to make harsh or fast moves, it might trigger him and God knows what will happen.

Running would be the most foolish thing to do, so she just sat there in the snow, making herself as invisible as possible.

After what seemed like forever, he turned his predatory gaze from her to the dead poacher and Xaviera watched as he dragged the corpse into the forest, disappearing.

She couldn't believe what she just saw. Slowly, she got up, groaning a little as she stumbled, catching herself on the side of the truck. Her ankle wasn't broken, but it stung a bit. With a sigh, she began to walk towards her cottage, getting her sniper rifle, arrows and backpack first.

At the time she reached the cottage, it was close darkening. She left her weapons down, then quickly started the fire; it was freezing inside. She watched as the flames took form, rubbing her cold hands in front of the fireplace.

Getting her jacket off after it was warm inside, the rest of her clothes followed to get clean and warm ones. She pulled on a big black shirt and she groaned as she felt blood drip down the side of her face.

She got her first aid-kit, starting to treat her wounds. They were nothing serious, but it sure wasn't good to leave them like this. She hissed as she cleaned the wound on her temple, glad that she wouldn't need to be stitched. Looking in the mirror, she noticed how under her felt eye blue and purple color started to form.

She was glad that the poacher hadn't broken her ribs, that's the last thing she needed in times like this.

She cursed under her breath, feeling so stupid that she was so reckless. It almost costed her life, but she was glad that the snow leopard was free; at last, she achieved the goal of the mission. She wondered where Andrei was. He still hadn't come and it was almost midnight.

Xaviera knew he was a hard knucklehead and could take care of himself, but not with wild animals with 5 inches of canines and jaws that can crush bones.

The white-haired woman closed her eyes as she felt the heat of the flames lick her naked legs, wrapping her arms around herself only to smell a faint tint of tobacco. Blue eyes looked down at herself and she blushed.

She must have gotten one of the Russian's shirts in her dizzy haste to change clothes. Getting up from the couch, she was ready to pull it off, only for the loud bang on the front entrance door to meet her ears.

The woman looked in said direction, feeling a gust of very cold wind brush her bare legs, making her shiver slightly.

"Andrei?" Xaviera asked, ready to take a step forward, only to freeze like a deer in the headlights at the man in the doorway.

Scarlet blood dripped down his arms and hands, eyes looking like that of a primal beast ready to tear flesh and muscles with his canines. A deep and scary growl meet her ears and she swallowed down, feeling her heartbeat in her throat.

She had seen something like this before, only......It was an animal, a big black wolf. It was during a trip in the forest at night and she saw the scene. The black animals' jaws around the deer's neck, ripping the artery and throat off.

Xaviera couldn't help, but the first time she truly felt like prey; the one that is being hunted down.

CLIFFHANGER.......

#Xaviera Lah-Mo #Andrei Kulokova #Andrei x Xaviera #Slasher OCs #Killer OCs #story time #Original characters

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My reads of 2020

My top ten is in a separate post but here are the rest of my reads!

5 Stars

If You Tell by Gregg Olsen

This is a memoir about the Shelley Knotek case. It focuses heavily on the relationship and struggles of her three daughters that were just children when Shelley’s tortures started. This book was fantastically written for such a morbid tale but be warned, it is not for the faint of heart. Trigger Warning: Abuse, torture, murder

Wayside School Beneath the Cloud of Doom by Louis Sachar

The Wayside school books were some of my favorite growing up. I made sure to reread them all before reading this one. It felt like no time had past at all. This is a great blast from the past that won’t disappoint old fans of the series.

4 Stars

All Your Twisted Secrets by Diana Urban

A group of seemingly unrelated students are invited to a scholar dinner that turns out to be a trapped. Once all the students arrive, they are locked in with a bomb and the the option to choose one person to die or they all die. As the night slips away, we learn the secrets and connections the students share that brought them to their predicament. Surprisingly not as suspenseful as you would think it would be and the secrets/bad things the students had done in the past really weren’t that twisted. Still it was very fun with an explosive ending.

Beyond the Shadowed Earth by Joanna Ruth Meyer

This is a sequel to Beneath the Haunting Sea and actually focused on the hero from the first’s books antagonist, Eda. Eda overthrow our hero from the first book as heir to the throne, blamed the king’s death on her and had her wrongfully banished to an island that launched the story of the first book. After that we never visited Eda again as the book focused on a different story instead of getting her kingdom back. So in this one, we see what happened to Eda after she took over. She is not a good person and the author isn’t afraid to make her unlikable at first, but also redeemable through her adventure and misfortunate.

Break Your Glass Slippers by Amanda Lovelace

Another book of poetry from Amanda Lovelace that delivers profound and touching poems.

Daughter of the Forest by Juliet Marillier

A classic retelling of The Six Swans. This story takes place in a medieval/fantasy version of Ireland. Marillier is one of my favorite authors of fairytale retellings. This book is definitely a slow read but is gorgeously written and rich in character development. The story follows the fairytale with little variation. Trigger Warning: Rape (graphic depiction).

Lady Killers: Deadly Women Throughout History by Tori Telfer

Nonfictional account of female serial killers. I liked that this wasn’t written like a wikipedia page and took a more narrative approach. After the first few women, they all start to blend together though. Lots of poisoning happens. It would have been nice for some variety.

Malorie by Josh Malerman

The sequel to Bird Box that we probably didn’t need but was still good nonetheless. This one focuses more on Boy and Girl (now named thankfully) as teenagers and their view and challenges of the world they’ve grown up in. This book introduced new concepts that were interesting and creative. Somehow this managed to have a relatively happy and satisfying conclusion.

The Monstrous Feminine by Barbara Creed

A look at horror films through a feminist and psychological lens. I absolutely loved this book and the ideas it presents. The first half of the book takes a look at certain horror films (such as Carrie, the Exorcist, Alien, ect.) and “challenges this patriarchal view by arguing that the prototype of all definitions of the monstrous is the female reproductive body.” I liked the first section of the book more than the second part where I felt it focused too much on Freud and his findings and challenging them through horror films.

No Judgements by Meg Cabot

A cute, fluffy romance that takes place on a small island preparing for a category 3 hurricane. Bree finds herself forced to shelter with the island’s resident heartbreaker and they don’t get along. At first ;)

The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides

Alicia, a famous painter and wealthy wife, shocked the world when she killed her husband and then stopped speaking afterwards. Now committed to a mental institute, Alicia is still refusing to speak. Theo is a therapist who jumps at the opportunity to work with Alicia and discover what really happened with her husband. Some of the twist was easy to pick up on at first but there was plenty that kept me guessing. This was a real page turner.

When We Were Magic by Sarah Gailey

Alexis and her group of friends have one very big thing in common; they are able to preform magic. One night, Alexis’ magic causes an accidental death of a classmate and the friends have to ban together to make things right. This was a creative and moving read. There’s plenty of magic but it almost comes secondary to the friendships and blossoming love between two of the friends.

The Year of the Witching by Alexis Henderson

Immanuelle lives in. a patriarchal society where the prophet’s word is law and the town is bordered by the evil and forbidden Darkwood. In the Darkwoods lurks four witches that seem to be calling out to Immanuelle. This book had fantastic world building and the story was unique and engaging. Sometimes it felt like we were just skimming the surface of possibilities and I felt that the book could have been longer or divided into a series. While the story wraps up in the end it does turn out there is going to be a sequel so I’m excited for that! Trigger Warning: Mentions of Rape

3.5 Stars

The Cousins by Karen M. McManus

Jonah, Aubrey and Milly never knew their rich grandmother. Her children were all cut off ominously with a note simply saying “you know what you did.” Now their grandmother is reaching out to the cousins and inviting them to work at her island resort for the summer. Lots of secrets and twists await them! This book was a lot of fun and probably my favorite of this author’s so far. Some of the twists border on zany but the overall tone of the book is a little zany so it works.

Horrid by Katrina Leno

After her father’s death, Jane and her mother are forced to move across the country into Jane’s mother’s childhood home. The manor has many secrets hidden within that Jane must face. The book was well written and intriguing. The books deal with grief and mental illness with a touch of the supernatural. I felt that the overall pacing felt off though. Very little happened in the beginning and then a lot happens in the last 30 or so pages and then it ended abruptly. It was a great concept though and I'm interested in more from this author!

One of Us is Next by Karen M. McManus

A sequel to the hit novel, One of Us is Lying. This book focuses on one of the character’s from the first books little sister and two of her classmates. The stakes in this one didn’t feel quite as serious as the first book but it was a fun read with interesting twists!

The Return by Rachel Harrison

Julie went missing, leaving her 3 best friends grappling with tragedy. Then, exactly two years later, she comes back with no memories. The four friends decide to spend a weekend together but something is not quite right with Julie. This book was creepy! However, it focuses more on the relationships of the four characters and dealings with grief with a touch of supernatural sprinkled throughout. It’s a gripping novel from start to finish that will keep you guessing.

3 Stars

All the Missing Girls by Megan Miranda

Nicolette returns to her hometown for the first time in ten years after the mysterious disappearance of her best friend. Shortly after arriving another girl goes missing, forcing Nicolette to relive what happened years ago. What made this book a page turner was that it tells the story backwards. Once she gets to her hometown it starts on her 10th day and works backwards to what happened on the day of her arrival. Unfortunately, while the concept works at first it builds up to a lackluster and disappointing ending. If you were to put the book in the correct order, it wouldn’t work as there are stuff that is found out in the first few days that the reader doesn’t know about but the characters do that wouldn’t make sense in a narrative sense.

Behind Closed Doors by B.A. Paris

From the outside Jack and Grace come off as the perfect couple but behind closed doors, everything changes. No twists here, Grace is Jack’s prisoner and she is desperately trying to get away. The book alternates between past and present about her current situation and how she got there. This involves a lot of suspension of disbelief. Jack is a cartoony type of villain with no real motive and he would never be able to get away with what he was doing. Grace is also not the smartest person, there were a lot of different ways she could have escaped but for the sake of the story she doesn’t. Don’t get me wrong, this was still a suspenseful and fun read but also questionable and some points.

The Blue Salt Road by Joanne M. Harris

A quick, fairytale like story about a selkie who was tricked into becoming human and now longs to return to the sea. I feel like there was a message being preached in this story, but I can’t really pinpoint what it was. Regardless, this was a magical little read.

Clown in a Corn Field by Adam Cesare

Clown in the corn field is a slasher film put on page. It starts off like a typical YA novel and sets up a mystery as to who the clown is, but then the clown attacks at a party and the rest of the novel is that one night as the clown wrecks havoc and the teens have to escape. I think I wold have preferred and more drawn out mystery but fans of slasher films would really enjoy this!

Coral by Sara Ella

A sort of retelling of the Little Mermaid. Sort of. This book focuses on strong themes of mental health. The mermaid/fantasy side is minimal and almost completely disappears in the 2/3rds in to the novel. It was a slightly confusing read but had a powerful depiction of depression. Trigger Warning: Suicide

The Doll House Murders by Betty Ren Wright

A sad but sweet little mystery novel about a preteen girl who discovers a dark secret via an old dollhouse and its mysterious moving dolls. The subject matter was dark but the story was written for middle graders and thus mystery is handled with simplicity and strange charm to it.

Good Girl, Bad Blood by Holly Jackson

The sequel to A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder. This book hasn’t been released in the US yet but you can still get the British/original version on amazon which is what I did. This novel requires a stretch of disbelief and I didn’t think the mystery was as good as the first one. However, if you are a fan of the first one, you will still want to check this one out as well!

I Know Who You Are by Alice Feeney

You definitely have to suspend your disbelief when you read this one. It's gripping and while some twists were easily guessed, the final one took me for a surprise. It's equal parts dark/chilling and cheesy/silly. I'm still left with a lot of questions after the ending. It makes the book fall apart when you think about it but if you just take it for what it is, an entertaining but cheesy thriller, you'll enjoy it.

The Harp of Kings by Juliet Marillier

This book features the children of the main characters from the Blackthorn and Grim series but you don’t need to read that series in order to read this one (though you should!). The book features three teenagers that are training to be warriors that are selected to go undercover in a nearby kingdom to find the stolen Harp of Kings before the new king’s coronation can take place. It was slow in the beginning and I felt there wasn’t much character development but it was an enjoyable read.

In Darkling Wood by Emma Carroll

Alice’s sick brother is getting a lung transplant and Alice is forced to stay with an estranged grandmother. Her grandmother lives on the edge of darkling wood, a place rumored to be filled with fairies. This book reminded me of a less dark version of When A Monster Calls. It deals with some of the same themes but this is more aimed towards children with a feel good ending.

The Lost Girls by Heather Young

In the summer of 1935, six year old Emily disappeared leaving her two older sisters and parents devastated. Sixty years later, both sisters are dead but one of them left behind her house and a notebook detailing what happened that summer for her grandniece, Justine. This book wasn’t so much of a thriller but focused more on Justine’s current issues with her daughters and ex boyfriend. I found the chapters with the notebook pages in between chapters more interesting than the modern story.

Love, Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli

I read the first Stargirl years ago but reread it before reading this one. This sequel doesn’t manage to capture the same charm as the first one did. The book is a series of letters that Stargirl writes (but doesn’t send) to Leo from the first book following her over the course of a year. I found it surprisingly boring at times and Stargirl seemed far to normal as compared to the first book. It was neat to see what she was up to after the first book but overall I didn’t think it was a necessary sequel.

A Psalm for Lost Girls by Katie Bayerl

Callie’s older sister was considered a saint in her small town before she tragically passed away. Now the city is trying to have her canonized, but Callie knows her sister wasn’t a saint, and the pressure is what ultimately killed, so now she’s on a mission to prove that her sister was just a normal girl. This book involved a missing child that Callie’s sister was supposed to find before she died but couldn’t. The mystery there was very predictable and was kind of on the back burner to Callie’s story. I think this would have been a more interesting story if it had been from the sister’s perspective and how it felt to be a teen saint while she was still alive.

The Rose Without a Thorn by Jean Plaidy

The story of Katherine Howard, the fifth wife of King Henry. I was looking for a novel that painted Katherine as sympathetic, as most adaptations make her out to be a seductress. This novel was strange as it read as a wikipedia entry in a narrative form. It was all telling and no showing and lacked real emotion. From the minor research I’ve done, it seems to be pretty accurate in terms of events that happened. Trigger Warning: Sexual Abuse featuring a minor (but isn’t presented as such)

Sadie by Courtney Summers

Sadie’s sister was murdered and she is determined to bring the killer to justice. In between each chapter about Sadie is a the transcript for a podcast that is covering the case, as well as Sadie’s future disappearance . This is a very popular book but to be honest, I'm not sure what the point was? The podcast was an interesting idea but it basically just rehashed everything we already knew. Not much was added by it. The ending just fizzles away and the story tended to drag in places. It was very well written though and I think I was just not the right audience for it.

The Seventh Bride by T. Kingfisher

A creepy retelling of Bluebeard. It reads like a YA in some places but Adult in others. It was definitely unsightly and out there but I found it confusing in some places. It has some great creepy imagery and slight body horror to it.

The Supervillain and Me by Danielle Banas

Abby’s brother is a superhero beloved by the whole crime ridden town. But when a supervillain comes into town, Abby finds her paths crossing with him again and again. Okay, so the supervillain wasn’t even a villain and the reason for wanting Abby to help him was not a very good one. The book is mostly about the romance between the two which was nice but nothing spectacular. I found myself more interested in the musical Abby was starring in. It was about a cannibalistic royal family whose oldest son falls in love with a servant and he has to save her from being eaten by his family. Now THAT sounded interesting!

Winterdream by Chantal Gadoury

A Nutcracker retelling. This was a sweet retelling of the story. It didn’t add much to the original tale or the ballet but it was a good winter read to get into the spirit of Christmas.

They Wish They Were Us by Jessica Goodman

Freshman year, Jill’s best friend was killed by her boyfriend., Graham Now it’s senior year and Jill is the president of an elite school club but someone keeps texting her about Graham’s innocence and she can’t keep herself from diving deeper into the mystery to unearth what really happened to her friend. Gripping and twisty, this book was a solid teen mystery!

Not Rated

I’m Thinking of Ending Things by Iain Reid

I read this almost a year ago and I still don’t know what to think about it. I can’t decide if the story was genius or simple shock value. Did the twist make sense? I don’t know honestly. I read this before I even knew there was a netflix adaptation coming and I while I read this book in one sitting, I only made it halfway through the movie. I personally don’t think it translated well to screen. If you are looking for a quick disturbing read with an ending you WILL NOT be able to guess, then I highly recommend this one.

The Merry Spinster: Tales of Everyday Horror by Mallory Ortberg

There’s a pretty popular post on his webiste that has a link to a horrifying retelling of Curious George. This is a collection of retellings/unrelated short stories by the same author. I didn’t read all of the stories in this because some of them were just too difficult to get through and confusing. However, the dark retellings of fairy tales and children books were really enjoyable. I particularly liked the retellings of The velveteen rabbit, the frog prince and the six swans. I think they can all be found online and not just in this collection.

Midnight Sun by Stephenie Meyer

Is it good? No. Is it garbage? Yes. Did I still read it any way? Yes. Team Edward for life.

#books #book recomendation #all your twisted secrets #when we were magic #the silent patient #the return #daughter of the forest #malorie #the year of the witching

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PATCHES & PINS (CH 2)

A/N: This story revolves around a transgender, female to male, original character. LGBTQ+ topics are a given within this story. Gender and body dysphoria will come up as well since he is not out to his family — only close friends. If you dislike such a story premise please understand you do not have to interact with it at all. Leaving hate comments will be removed. Of course, constructive feedback is always welcomed. Pairing: Eventually Marko x OTMC Story is still in progress and updates will be slow Eventually it will be posted on A03 once I’m a few chapters in

Chapter one | Currently on Chapter two | Chapter 3 coming soon.

Chapter two

“Stayed up late again, didn’t you?” Jay groaned into the couch cushions as Tyler braced his weight on the back of it to peer down at his gremlin of a sister. “With a sleep schedule like this, you might be able to snag an overnight job at the store.”

Tyler received another mumbling mess for a response, but he knew the telltale answer. It was always the same; ‘Don’t wanna’ or ‘No time’.

“C’mon, Jay,” he shook the couch, the motion of it getting her to roll over at least and look up at him. “You know it’s a good idea. You’ll be turning eighteen soon, and you have no job history under your belt.”

“Ty…” Jay sighed out, searching for strength. “I know that, of course. It’s just—”

“—No, no, none of the ifs, ands, and buts, Jay.” He cut his sister off, arms crossing. Sometimes it was like Tyler was trying to be the father figure. Not that they were missing one by any means. “It is the summer. A good time to work a temporary job, at least.” Jay sat up and ran fingers through unruly hair, trying to calm it down. “Fine, I’ll walk around a bit and put applications in, okay?” Anything to get you off my ass, Jay added silently. “Head over to the market.” Came the simple reply, but a smile was there nonetheless. They both knew the store was always looking for overnight stockers. It was the job Tyler worked at for the longest time before getting a spot at the town's mechanic shop. “Will do. Now, let me lay here in peace, please, or make a pot of coffee.” Tyler rolled his eyes dramatically but didn’t say anything snide. Instead, he headed for the kitchen to wash the pot out and start a new batch. Their parents wouldn’t be home for a few more hours, both working afternoon shifts, and Jay could lay about till then. “Oh, by the way,” Tyler called out from the kitchen. “I changed the laundry over to the dryer while you were napping.” Jay peered over the couch at the words and into the adjacent room, staring at his back with big eyes. “And you might want to hide your newly bought jeans from mom.” Oh, yeah, he definitely saw the giant tear in the knee. Jay slid down into the cushions face first, groaning once more.

Shit. . . . “Edgar!” he hollered out while stepping into the comic shop from the cooling night air. A rustling noise, a sound of a box hitting the ground, greeted Jay before a head popped up over the counter. “What’s the deal, man,” Edgar grumbled out before ducking back down. Obviously startled by the sudden outburst and now irritated at picking up inventory from the floor. “The deal?” Jay stopped at the counter, plopping his bag there to unzip it. “You left my ass at the cemetery, and—” he pulled out the jeans, “— my pants tore because of you.” Edgar stood up straight to look at the clothing, quickly noticing a nice long gash in the overall pristine trousers. “I wasn’t wearing them so how is it my fault?”

“Don’t,” Jay glared and was ready to explain the reasoning when Alan walked out from the back. He looked equally exhausted. “I’ll fix them.” He spoke up while coming to a stop next to his brother. “Why? It adds character.” “Shut up, Ed.” Alan grabbed the clothing and slung it over his shoulder. It was clear to him that Jay was avoiding trouble. They looked new, and Alan knew how much their parents were strikingly different. If any of their clothes tore, it was no problem — hardly even noticed by their stoned-out mom and dad. Jay’s parents, however, that was another story. “Thanks, man.” “Wear something more worn out next time,” Edgar muttered while bending down to pick up the box to continue his work. “Next time?” Jay followed the brother along the counter, stepping up behind Edgar as he walked into an aisle. “I’m not doing a ‘next time’.”

One time was enough. “Look,” the boy turned to face him, a scowl already present, but when wasn't it? “You made it out with no trouble, right? Didn’t get caught, right?” Jay eyed him, not sure where this was going. “...Yeah?” “Then why stop? You need the practice to become a proper hunter.” “Ed—” “—Edgar.” Jay rolled his head along his shoulders, “Point is," he breathed out. "I never wanted to be a hunter.” This made Edgar’s brows lift with speculation. “Then why read so much about monster-bashing?”

“I…” Jay started then shoved his hands into his jacket, turning away, “Forget it. I’ll be back tomorrow to grab my jeans.” He needed a break from these two. Jay headed outside of the establishment, almost scrapping shoulders with a customer while storming out, but he didn't care. It was hard for Jay to explain his mere interest in folklore. It wasn’t to go on make-believe hunting sprees, not at all. Supernatural shit didn’t even exist — it was all made up for entertainment, nothing else. Blindly Jay walked down the boardwalk, heading out toward the shopping district further into town. His gaze was more on the ground or sky than straight ahead of him, asking any deities up there to give him some internal strength. He really needed it. Jay hated job hunting, avoided it even. It was just another group of people calling him female pronouns and using his full name — where legal paperwork spoke volumes over him. And the uniforms — they would no doubt show off what little curves Jay constantly made a point to hide, and he hated it. A bump against his shoulder went unaddressed. Jay could care less and didn’t even look back to apologize. It wasn’t until the person spoke up that he even gave pause. “What?” Jay asked while turning around, catching the sight of a genuine smile. “I said, ‘you look better with no mud’.” It was the guy from the cemetery. ( Marko’s POV )

“Thanks?” the voice was soft, if not a little uneasy. Marko shrugged, “No problem. Where were you headin’?” “Oh,” Marko watched the other turn back toward their previous destination. Off in the distance, the shopping district lit up the night sky. If one squinted, they could even see the big, bold neon sign for the market. “Was about to, um,” Marko lifted his brow while waiting. “Put in an application?” “You don’t seem so sure about that?” He asked while holding back a smirk. “Because I’m not?” Again it was said like a question. “Let me guess,” Marko chuckled. “You’d prefer not to work? What are you, a party animal or something?” That received a good laugh. “Fuck, no. Do I look like a frat boy to you?” Marko took the question like an invitation and openly swept his gaze over the one standing before him. Short hair with the sides faded, a hoodie beneath a jacket — how many layers does one need during summer nights — faded jeans, and sneakers. “Ah, nope.” He popped the ‘P’ sound after a second of staring. “I’d say you look more like a guy who…” he hummed in thought, really trying to find the right words. “—Like someone who’d probably fall asleep at a movie theater?” Marko feigned shock, a hand grabbing at his chest. “You’re kiddin’ me, right?” “Nope,” this time he popped the ‘P’ sound. “With all that loud sound effects and shit?” Marko received a nod without hesitation. “Okay,” he drew out the sound, ”How ‘bout horror movies? You cannot tell me you’d sleep through all that noise?” Boring romance movies and dry comedy was one thing, but slasher flicks was another — surely. It took a moment to reply, and Marko watched as the other’s face scrunched up in thought. The answer came in the form of a shrug, “Can’t say I’ve tried that, exactly.” Without a second thought, Marko grabbed the teen’s wrist — like he did last night, and headed in an entirely new direction. “Whoa— whoa, where’s the rush, my dude?” “Child’s Play just came out, and I am taking your ass to the movies.” “You are what?” The voice behind him laughed. “I don’t even know your name, and you’re taking me on a date?” Marko looked over his shoulder with a wicked smirk. “The names Marko.”

( Jay’s POV ) Jay stared at the back of his head while being guided toward The Sash Mill Cinema. Was this normal? Everything felt natural around this guy, and it left Jay feeling a little baffled. Marko didn’t even bat an eye at the lame joke. He didn’t think I was serious about it, did he? He stood beside the other while Marko paid for tickets. He didn’t even comment about it when the other ordered a large bucket of popcorn and two fat sodas. It wasn’t until they plopped down inside the semi-lit room, waiting for the movie even to start, when Marko spoke up again. He looked completely at home, too, with boots resting upon the seat in front of him. “So, do I get the courtesy of your name too?” “Oh, uh, it’s Jay.” His gaze fell to the popcorn in his lap, where Marko had placed it once sitting down. “I could have pitched in some, y’know?” “Don’t worry about it, man. Besides,” he reached for a handful of popcorn, a boot resituating to lean across the other. “How could I expect a jobless teen to pay for something?” The words didn’t have any heat to them, but Jay still gave a side-eye-glare. “I had some cash on me.” “Then you get to pay for dinner afterwards.” The comeback was quick. Does he even think before speaking, Jay wondered. “If that’s the plan then I hope you dig pizza.” “Pizza’s good, yeah.” Marko agreed as the room around them dimmed, the movie starting. “Shh — don’t want to piss off paid customers.” he snickered. Jay looked around the theater and noticed a handful of people here and there. It wasn’t overly crowded, which was surprising for a Saturday, but still full enough. With that in mind, Jay didn’t make any comments as the screen lit up and began playing, fingers blindly grabbing some popcorn. It wasn’t even three minutes into the film when Marko chuckled under his breath. Jay glanced at him then back at the screen, trying to figure out how getting shot in the chest was meant to be funny. He didn’t have to wonder long as Marko leaned closer to him, voice quiet. “You’d think he would have ducked after shooting. He did it multiple times before that. And the blood, what did he do? Stick his hand into paint?” Marko leaned away again to sip his soda. Jay smiled a little. He guessed it could be kind of funny when thinking outside of the movie. “Did he just blow up the entire shop by chanting?” “Holy shit, he did!” “Shhh!” A couple a few seats behind them grumbled. Marko simply flipped them off without even looking. And that’s how the whole film went. Marko, trying to keep his laughter to a minimum as a toy doll went on a murdering spree and Jay, almost choking on popcorn from it all. Not once did he feel bored enough to pass out. . . . As they walked out of the theater, Jay bumped against Marko’s shoulder, glad that their height wasn’t much different. Being short always bugged Jay since most men seemed tall, bulky. It was another image he couldn’t be or attain. The motion of being bumped was answered with an arm draped across Jay’s shoulder. “You didn’t fall asleep even once. I’d say that is a point for me, zero for you.” Marko smirked as they shuffled together near the closest pizza establishment, a little family-owned gig near the theater. “Are we keeping points here, really?” Jay smiled back. “Remind me next time.” Marko chuckled lightly as his hand slid down to give a slap to Jay’s back before dropping altogether. “Oh, next time you say?” he pulled open the door wide enough a family of four could have walked through. “You think you’re lucky enough to get a second date?” Jay rolled his eyes as he stepped inside the shop, the smell of breadsticks and pizza hitting his senses like a brick wall. “Still on about the whole date comment, aren't you?” “I don’t see why not,” he simply said while stopping at the cashier, “Or you saying I’m not hot enough to date?” Again his words held no real malice to them, just a light inquisitive tone. Jay eyed him for a moment before the girl behind the counter spoke up, drawing him to make a decision. At the mention of the buffet being half off, Marko boastfully announced his opinion before already hitting the line of food. It left little room to argue, and Jay paid for the price, pocketing the remaining bills in his back pocket. He grabbed the cups offered by her as she popped her gum. “How’d you snag a hottie like him, gal?” her hand propped up her chin as she leaned against the counter, gaze not even on Jay as she asked. Who, at the pronoun, bit the inside of his cheek. He couldn’t tell if her words were honest wonderment or layered with less positivity than her brightly colored wristbands. “None of your business.” “Sheesh, snobby much?” She rolled her eyes nice and slow before turning her attention to the staff working in the backroom. Jay didn’t see a reason to correct her. Not for implying his gender or calling him a snob. It didn’t matter much, anyway. Family, teachers — they all used them. It was an uphill battle that Jay stalled by sitting at the bottom. The Frog brothers were different, and Sam figured it out without any help by tagging along with them. It was a safe little corner for Jay to be in, even if a little crazy. He walked the buffet, grabbing a slice of pepperoni and some garlic sticks, even after Marko grabbed a booth — plate stacked. Jay gradually took his time to pace through the small selection as his eyes wandered over to the curly-haired boy. Not once did he ever mention female nouns the entire night. He, overall, treated Jay like any other dude. Did he know any different? Jay sat down and laughed as Marko bluntly commented on his plate. Apparently, pepperoni was too plain, and Jay needed to live a little and try it with olives. He watched Marko stuff his face and lick salt off fingers, nonplussed by the display of eating, and he couldn’t help but think this guy just didn’t care — didn’t care about Jay’s appearance or title in life. Something that often weighed him down. It was a relief, in a sense — to not care. “C’mon, Jay, seriously try it.”

The pizza drooped in front of his face, and Jay reluctantly leaned forward for a bite. “Fuck—” he wiped at his mouth instantly. “— that is WAY too much jalapeno, man.” Marko laughed at the expression across the teen’s face. “Nah,” he breathed out. “Your tongue is just a fuckin’ wuss, is all.” Jay gulped down his soda before wiping at his mouth again. “Are you sure it isn’t your tongue that has long since left the planet?” What did they do to that pizza? Let it marinate in jalapeno juice? “I can guarantee you that my palate is top-notch.” “Sure, sure.” “Hey,” the girl from before stood by their booth, hand on hip. “We’re closing up in twenty-minutes.” “What time is it?” Jay asked as he looked outside the nearest window, noting that the parking lot was practically empty. Was it that late already? “Almost ten,” she simply stated before openly checking out Marko, gaze fanning over his open black coat that showed a white tank. Not surprisingly, Marko gave her an equal amount of attention with his gaze. Jay stood up, “Think we should head out.” he grabbed the last breadstick and headed for the exit, stepping out into the cooling air. It took another minute before Marko emerged with a cheeky smile, a folded paper between his fingers. “Got her digits, huh?” “Easily,” Marko slid it into his coat pocket. “Must be my charm.” Jay stepped off in the direction of his street. The walk home was going to take a good thirty-minutes, but he didn’t mind. All the walking around kept him in shape. And so what if Marko nabbed the girl’s number. It wasn’t like they were on a serious date — just two guys having a good time, and jealousy was not about to ruin the good mood. “Where are we heading next?” Marko asked while easily getting in step next to Jay. “The boardwalk stays open later during summer hours. I’m sure we can snag a few spots on some rides before they shut down.” Jay kept walking away from the boardwalk, hands in his coat. “I’m heading home.” “Already?” Marko placed a hand on the other's shoulder, causing them both to pause. “The night’s still young.” “My parents will start to worry if I am not back by eleven.” “But you were out roaming the graveyard way past midnight yesterday?” Jay cut his gaze away, fingers fiddling with the seam inside his pocket where a string had come loose months ago. “I snuck out last night to help some friends, is all.” It would be hard to explain everything, wouldn’t it? The valid reason he was out there among tombstones. Even if Jay explained it, what would stop Marko from instantly labeling him off as a weirdo? “Besides,” Jay spoke up before Marko could ask for further details. “Why were you even out there? Are you a grave robber or something?” He didn’t know anything about this guy, not really.

Marko must have noticed the way Jay’s tone had shifted, and the uneasy tension was back. He placed his hands up in the way of surrender, pale fingers a stark difference to the gloves covering everything else. “No grave robbing by my hands, promise.” They stared at one another for a second before Marko’s hands dropped, his voice filling in the thick silence around them. “If you don’t want to elaborate, I get it — all’s good, but let me at least walk you home.” Jay shook his head without even considering the notion. “Just hit me up later or something. I’d rather walk home alone.” “Okay, okay.” Marko stepped away, hands in his own coat and looking relaxed. It seemed like nothing could sour his mood despite how their night was ending. “I’ll chat with you later, Jay.” “Yeah, see ya’.” And Jay turned around without looking back, bag slung over one shoulder and drawing his hood up. So what if their night ended off on an odd note, and Jay didn’t apply for any jobs? His sneakers scrapped along the cracked pavement, thoughts turning inside his head like a storm. For the most part Jay enjoyed the night. It went from shitty to fun, and that’s what really counts, right? “Tyler is going to be pissed at me.”

#My writing #Patches & Pins #the lost boys #fanfiction #LGBTQ+ story #Transmale OC #Marko x OTMC

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RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 3 "Chainsaw" (Note: Offensive content, use at own discretion)

I really think I was wrong.

I don't care what you believe, okay?

You have to promise me that from now on, you're not gonna go anywhere alone

Ooh, pork rinds.

I'm freaking starving.

Can you get Some syrup to dip the ranch chips in?

You want to put syrup on chips?

We just caught a serial killer.

Let's see who you are, you sick son of a bitch.

I'll pay for 'em.

I left home without my wallet.

Ow, my nuts.

Ow! It hurts so bad!

Who is stealing all these bodies?!

Don't ask me! I'm not the killer.

I got Eiffel-towered by hot morons who are brothers.

See, it occurred to me that I don't really care

|I'd just hop to it if I were you

I will destroy you, bitch!

There's a huge stain on the floor.

In my experience,

Any time somebody asks, "oh, I wonder if that's blood," it's almost always blood. I mean, you know how many times it's, like, ketchup? Zero percent of the time.

There it is. That's blood.

It's luminol. It reacts to the iron in hemoglobin.

Now, that's suspicious

There is a psycho killing people.

The bitch is not even cute.

Go to Bel Air? I mean, just like that?

It's a bloody tragedy.

Yeah, well, it was really bloody.

It's just one of those things in life that just hits you so hard, and you just think to yourself, wow, it's gonna be weeks before I really, truly get over this.

Oh, are you okay? I mean, how are you feeling?

I'm super sad.

I want to be the one who tells you How awesome you are all the time.

I want to have sex with your corpse.

I mean, all I ask is that maybe you have sex with a smaller number of people.

Okay, why do you even care how many people I sleep with?

I always wear protection, and it's not like I love these chicks.

You love me?

You love me.

You're hot, I guess. I mean, your boobs are symmetrical, and you shave your box in a hot way.

At this point, I'm not even sure if I could have sex with you.

I got to break up with you again.

Look, just pray.

I'm just trying to make friends.

I was spying on you the other day while you were changing. Noticed you have a tattoo on the small of your back?

Who slits their own throat?

Let's tell each other how we feel about one another.

You are a disgrace.

This place is insane.

That's not even a cute picture.

I love that your dad's so rich, and I love porking you so much.

I hope we can keep on porking forever.

You're so freaking hot, and I love the amazing faces you make when I'm really taking you there.

Look, I am not gonna let some guy with a knife and some anger issues scare me away.

I will not be playing favorites.

Look, can't we just make the best of this, huh?

A lot going on in those last few frames. Vietnam, Watergate, the invention of the pill, The White Album.

Has there ever been a more perfect weapon of destruction?

Aren't we all running from the chain saws in our past?

You are amazing.

What did any of that mean?

We've all been traumatized.

Do we look inward and-and heal, or do we take that hurt and turn it into anger and take it out on the world? Which path have you chosen?

Maybe we could discuss it over a salad or something.

Something happens when you put on a costume. It changes you.

This closet is the most precious thing in my life.

It's like a second vagina to me. So you sneaking in here and rifling through my clothes is a heinous violation. You have violated my closet-vag.

I once thought about donating them to charity, but there is something so depressing about a poor person walking around in couture.

Growing up, all I wanted to be was a fashion girl.

Was there an accident?

I will totally look like someone nice.

I'm gonna need some pliers.

You're terrible at tennis.

You can't call dibs on a person.

I sort of feel like you and I are two peas in a pod, don't you?

I mean, we're both really smart, and when we talk, it's really meaningful.

Hold on. Wait. Are you a lesbian?

What I'm trying to say is, I feel like we get along really well, and I would like it if we could become friends. But, like, good friends. Like, best friends. Like, soul mates.

Do you promise me you can keep a secret?

We're, like, billionaires.

My dad is not my real dad.

But wait, if you don't want anyone to find out, why tell me?

Everyone would immediately assume the killer is me.

I need an alibi to prove it could not have been me.

This will not stand!

We're going to play a game called cocaine or dildo.

Ooh, that sounds fun. But also kind of like hazing. And illegal in, like, what, six different ways.

I saw footprints leading away from the body.

Look, I'm really sorry that I didn't respond to your messages, and also that I thought you were a serial killer.

Oh, no, you're not dating him, are you?

He clearly sees people as objects.

Sociopathic murderers dehumanize their prey.

I did some gumshoe work.

You like me now when I got a baseball bat, bro?!

I thought this would be a lot easier.

Where you heading?

You are what us detectives call a person of extreme murderous interest.

Tell it to the judge, 'cause you goin' downtown.

What exactly do you think you found out?

Found out everything about you, little girl.

I know you thought I was on your side

And what better way to knock off the competition than murder in the first?

What if there's more than one killer?

Now, that would really throw secure enforcement solutions off the scent.

I'm gonna use the hand you forgot to handcuff and call 911.

You crazy as hell.

It regulates the colon

It doesn't scream "date."

You'll forgive me if I'm feeling a little overprotective.

I thought we promised you would never go anywhere alone.

I'm not alone.

There's, like, a million people here.

Look, please don't freak out.

I'll be fine, okay?

I'll let you know when I'm done.

Yeah, you call me when you're done.

That nightgown is amazing.

Nighttime really is the only time it's socially acceptable to dress like a 19th century homesteader, which is my favorite style of dress.

I need to sleep with a white noise machine on. I hope that's okay.

Is there any way to turn it down a bit!?

There's no volume control.

Those are whale distress calls. I find them very soothing.

Are there other noises that the machine can make?

I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep with all that noise!

I'm gonna sleep on the couch.

Get back to your room!

Didn't you hear the screaming?

I mean, yes, I heard screaming, but that's because the white noise machine was set to "slasher movie."

You're not taking another step until the police arrive.

You're the killer.

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Let me know if you like this and I'll continue the story! (:

Writing Prompt: You are a serial killer who hunts other serial killers, not out of nobility, but because you love the thrill of outsmarting them.

Hunt Number 23

• Chapter One

Another news story flashes on the television screen, "Another young girl found dead in Louisiana swamp land last week. 6th body found this year. Identified as recent missing persons Adalaide Montgomery" I watch intently, as the girls photo on the screen catches my eye. I learn this latest victim is the youngest found yet, just 14 years old. All the others had been 16-17, never older or younger. I've never been to Louisiana, my secret hobby haven taken me several new places I otherwise might never have gone, so I'm compelled to learn more. I feel guilty as I think of the half-dozen girls that are gone already, but I quickly reassure myself as I think of the last bastard I took down. Thomas Briggs, or as the rest of the world knew him, "The Jacksonville Slasher". I had just gotten back three weeks ago from an 18 month long hunt, by far the longest it has ever taken me to out-smart a serial killer. He was careful, precise, and intelligent. All the more reason why it brought me pure ecstasy to finally slit his throat, exactly as he had done to 14 unsuspecting and random victims. The only connection being the city they lived in and the way they were killed, he knew how to keep himself safe from cops. I'm no cop though, no. I'm the closest you can get to a psychopath without losing the ability to empathize. Another news story brings me out of my thoughts as I realize I'm smiling at the memory. This time its an Amber alert, 15 year old Harley Francis gone out of Shreveport, Louisiana. Missing 28 hours. I'm captivated as the girls photos flash one by one across my screen, as the resemblance to the last victim found is uncanny. Honey blonde hair, sparkling green eyes, rosey cheeks and scarlet lips. "Hmm," I think, "Must have found his type." I go online to confirm this theory, searching to see how many, if any, of the other victims had been identified. All but one, the first one. I scan the victims faces one by one in order of death date seeing nothing of familiarity until I land on victim number 5, the second to last found. There it is. Blonde hair, green eyes and rosey cheeks, this time accompanied by freckles. Gracie Lackerson, taken 5 weeks short of her 18th birthday. She was the oldest of the known victims, but by my guess though was the one who triggered the new-found pattern. This pattern was fairly common in the serial killers that I hunt, some knowing their preference from the beginning and some like this that don't quite figure it out until they've been active for a while. In cases like this I've realized that it is almost certain that once they've found their ideal victim type that speed of the kills will accelerate. As I realize this I made up my mind, maybe if I get there quick enough I can save this one. I grab my laptop and go to the travel agency site and as my mind is still clouded by endless thoughts and theories I almost type in my real name. "Stupid." I mutter to myself under my breath. I put my laptop to the side and walk towards the spare bedroom as I locate the floorboard that I have trusted with my secrets for the last 15 years. I gently lift the board and reveal my fathers old metal tacklebox and retrieve it. I open it and pick up the stack of countless ID's that I have collected over the years. A security measure I started taking after my second kill when I realized I wasn't stopping anytime soon. I go through and am reminded of each and every killer I have ever taken down and which of my many identities took who out. I stop somewhere in the middle and find a rather obscure one that would be expiring next year and pluck it out to use. Guess my name is Jesse Taper this time. I return to my laptop and book my flight, I'll be in Louisiana tomorrow afternoon. So begins hunt number 23.

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Fallout OC companion meme

General

Name: Coyote

Location: Freeside - Atomic Wrangler (busy getting kicked out for cleaning house)

How to obtain: Bring her all the ingredients needed for a bottle of wasteland tequila, which she will share with you

Companion Wheel

I think we should travel together:

“Right on. Let’s burn some shit.”

Use Melee:

(without psycho in inventory) “Ain’t really my specialty boss-man/boss-lady. You sure you can’t just get me some ammo?”

(with psycho in inventory) [Manic Laughter]

Use Ranged: “Now you’re talking! Let’s go for the knees.”

Open Inventory:

“Don’t touch my chems, got it?”

“Oooh, shiny!”

“That psycho is...uhh...medicinal.”

“You’re gonna sell this, right?”

Stay Close:

(if male) “Any closer and I’ll start charging, sweetheart.”

(if female) “Well, I don’t really swing that way...but 20 caps is 20 caps.”

Keep Distance: “You just want the good shit to yourself, don’t you? Fine.”

Stealth: [Soft Laughter] “Lights out.”

Back Up: “No, you’re getting in my way.”

Be Passive: “Aw, you’re no fun.”

Be Aggressive:

(without psycho) “Yes! Woo!”

(with psycho) [Snarling]

Use Stimpack: “Oh thank fuck, I needed that.”

Wait Here: “Okay but if I run out of smokes, I’m leaving.”

Follow Me: “Finally.”

Send to the Lucky 38: “Shit, they got a bar in that place? Nevermind, I’ll just put it on your tab.”

Send Home: “Aw, what, you found someone prettier? Fine, I’ll be up north.” (Found in North Vegas Square).

Injured:

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK.”

“Goddammit you motherfucker.”

“Give me a stimpack you son of a bitch!”

“[Cough] Shit...is that a rib?”

Death:

[Rasping breath] “Not...not yet...”

[Wet chuckling] “Guess my luck’s finally run out...”

[Panting] “Fuck...you...”

Aggression: aggressive/not aggressive/ very aggressive/frenzied

Confidence: cowardly/cautious/average/brave/foolhardy

Assistance: helps nobody/helps allies/helps friends and allies

Karma: very good/good/neutral/evil/very evil

Perks

[Luck of the Draw] Player gets a 20% higher chance of criticals and more caps found in containers.

[Where Your Heart Is] Coyote gets +5DT and healing chems are 15% more effective

[Feelings Are For Suckers] Coyote gets +5DT and psycho, slasher, and jet are 16% more effective

Drops

Drops a Lucky Star Cap necklace and a faded patch of blue material with a yellow 13 embroidered on it.

Quests and Recruitment

Coyote is found being kicked out of the Atomic Wrangler after attempting to circumvent a previous ban. She then engages in conversation with the player, requesting all the ingredients for her homemade Wasteland Tequila (Empty Whiskey Bottle, Nevada Agave Fruit, Purified Water and Jet). Once the items are delivered she invites the player to a nearby campfire, and gives them a bottle of tequila to share. After a brief conversation the player can offer to hire her for 250 caps.

Personal Quest:

[The House That Built Me]

After visiting several different locations with Coyote and accumulating affinity points with her through dialogue (choosing self-serving choices or passing barter speech checks) Coyote will stop and ask to talk. If the player agrees she will tell the Courier that while she was travelling in the Mojave she heard rumours about Richard Saint, a man that might be her father (who abandoned her mother before she was born) being somewhere in the area. After taking a short detective journey across the Mojave it is discovered that the man who is Coyote’s father is living richly on the Strip. Coyote reveals that after her father left, her mother had to turn to prostitution to make ends meet, got hooked on chems and eventually died, leaving Coyote alone.

When confronted it is revealed that Coyote’s mother had been a drug-addicted prostitute long before she solicited Richard in New Reno, and that contrary to her mother’s claims he never knew about Coyote being conceived. Richard is aloof and has no interest in Coyote, threatening to call security on her. Coyote is furious and wants to kill him. The player then convince Coyote that

- Richard is her deadbeat father and should die for abandoning them [Feelings Are For Suckers]

- Her father could have been any number of clients and Richard’s life should be spared [Where Your Heart Is]

Ending Slides

If their personal quest is never completed…

After the battle of Hoover Dam, Coyote soon parted ways with the Courier, drifting across the Mojave, looking for something she would never find...

[Feelings Are For Suckers] ...eventually, residents of Vegas began speaking of an uprising in Vault 3, and soon the Fiends became more organised, aggressive, and deadlier than ever, attacking caravans and spreading further outward until North Vegas Square was finally overrun. This new tribe of Fiends began calling themselves the Coyotes.

[Where Your Heart Is] ...as time grew, she began attracting other drifters and travellers to her. Weary adventurers, chem addicts, ex-legion, Vipers and Jackals...soon, every bar in the Mojave began to spin tales of the nomadic gang of mercenaries that left a river of blood in every job they took - and they were available for hire, if you could afford the price.

If the Courier sides with Legion and…

After the Legion took the Dam, Coyote simply adjusted and began selling weaponry and protection to those looking to flee the legion, or to travel to it. She always made sure to be one step ahead of the slaver’s collar, though,

If the Courier sides with NCR and…

With the NCR winning the dam, the Mojave began to lose its free and savage appeal that it once had. Coyote took to stealing from caravans and military outposts under the cover of night, determined to profit from the NCR’s victory in her own way.

If the Courier sides with House and…

With House maintaining the status Quo of New Vegas, Coyote gained a brief stint of infamy within the strip after clearing out every Casino in a single afternoon. She spent most of it at Gun Runners, and the rest was put towards buying as many chems as she could.

If the Courier makes New Vegas independent and…

After the Second Battle of Hoover Dam resulted in an Independent New Vegas, Coyote felt something almost close to gratitude towards the courier, who understood better than most that some things must always remain wild and free.

god this was fun. drawing of coyote made by the always lovely @yesjejunus and the blank template by @socksual-innuendos . i love you guys and enjoy having the world’s worst and edgiest companion by your sides

#occompanionmeme #new vegas #fallout #oc coyote #fnv #fallout new vegas #courier companion #courier six

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Rules:

*gif credit goes to @creating-tabs*

5. Sanctuary

7. Bending Laws

6. The Gingerbread House:

It was a week later at the Reynolds’ house. I woke up to the sun filtering in from the windows. I faintly heard footsteps moving around upstairs. I sat up and stretched. I stood up and folded the blankets. Claire came downstairs and made her way to the kitchen. I said “Morning, Claire.” She said “Morning, (Y/N).” She looked dressed and ready for the day. I grabbed my change of clothes laying at the end of the couch and head into the bathroom. I come back out ready for the day. I walked back to the couch and put the blankets away.

A few minutes later, Stephen came down the stairs ready for the day as well. He said “Morning, (Y/N).” I said “Morning, Stephen.” Claire had started a pot of coffee. They both grabbed themselves a cup and sat at the kitchen island. I got myself a glass of water.

The guest bedroom door opened and then closed a second later. We heard tiny footsteps rushing down the stairs. Stephen says “Daniel, must be awake.” Sure enough there he was. Daniel says “Morning.” Claire says “Morning, sweetie.” I say “Morning, Daniel.” Stephen says “Morning.” Excitedly, he asks “Grandpa, can we play with the train set upstairs again?” Stephen says “Of course.”

Ten minutes later, the both of them were off upstairs. A few minutes later, the train has left the station. Claire must have noticed the shark tooth necklace around my neck earlier but she didn’t know when the best time was to ask about it. We were sitting at the kitchen island having a conversation, she asks “I noticed the shark tooth necklace around your neck. Where’d you get it?”

I didn’t know how to answer. Sean and I have talked about how much we want to reveal to them. I tell her “Sean...gave it to me.” She says “That’s nice.” She didn’t press on more. A couple minutes later, she says “Guess I better get breakfast started.” I ask “Would you like some help?” She said “That would be lovely, thanks.” She decided to make scrambled eggs and waffles. I got the ingredients out for her as she instructed me on what to add when.

From above we hear Daniel, “Choo choo!” Stephen says “Careful chief! You’re going too fast!” He says “We have to! We’re late on schedule!” Sean must have just woken up because we hear the guest room door opening a second time. I hear Daniel say “Sean! Finally!” Claire shouts up to him, “Sean, are you awake? Breakfast’s almost done, so come down when you’re ready, okay?” He shouts back, “Okay!”

The sound of the train set was still going. Claire sat back down at the island. Breakfast was just finishing up when footsteps can be heard coming down the stairs. I turn and see him enter the kitchen. Claire says “Oh my, look who’s awake! Good morning, sleepyhead...” I say “Morning.” He sleepily, says “Morning. It’s that bed...feels like a cloud.” She tells him “I know!”

Sean sits down next to me at the island. Plates and silverware were sitting in the middle. I pass one to him and he sets it down next to him. He sets one in front of him. I set one in front of me. Claire calls upstairs, “Daniel, breakfast time! Your brother and (Y/N) are ready!” Daniel yells down, “Grandpa is showing me a boxcar!” She yells “Stephen, your grandson needs to eat now! You can show him the boxcar later!” She turns back to us and says “I love how they’re getting along...” I nod in agreement.

Sean asks “What’s on the menu this morning?” Claire says “Well, someone told me the buttermilk waffles are back.” He says “Mmmm-hmmm! Awesome!” I say “They smell delicious!”

Daniel comes into the kitchen and takes a seat next to Sean. Claire asks “Are you boys done playing?” He tells her “We had an express delivery with the passengers, but...the engine broke down!” Stephen comes in with the engine in hand, “Yep. Has to go straight to the workshop!” She reminds him “Good...No trains in the kitchen remember?” He says “Gotcha, chief.” Daniel says “Choo choo!”

Claire went to open a drawer when the handle came off. She says “Oh, sugar! He can fix trains but...not my kitchen...” She picks up the frying pan and walks back over to us. We hold our plates up as she scrapes scrambled eggs and waffles onto them. Sean pours himself and Daniel some orange juice. I stand up and get more water. I sit back down and begin eating.

In what seemed like a long time, these tasted like the best scrambled eggs and waffles I’ve ever tasted. Claire asks “Did I make enough? Everything’s okay?” I tell her “It tastes delicious!” Sean says “It’s great as usual!” Daniel says “You’re the best cook ever!”

Claire says “Looks like you’re getting cozy with this new country life, after all!” I say “Yeah...It’s nice to be far away from everything...feels like we’re the only ones out here...” She says “Well, that’s exactly why we love it. It feels safe, unlike the big city...” Sean says “I get it.” Daniel says “I like it. It’s cool here!” She says “Well, bless your soul. You’d get along good with our neighbors. We try to lend a hand...like to Charles next door...He lost his wife and...things have been hard on him and his son...He would just get lost in Seattle. But we’re all taking care of him here...”

Daniel says “How old is his son?” Claire tells him “I think he’s your age!” He says “Ooh, cool!” After we finish eating, he quickly glances at Claire and then lifts his hand a few inches off the counter. The plates and utensils start stacking together into the middle. Sean and I don’t say anything and he gently sets them down.

Claire walks back over to the island to see how we’re doing. While laughing, she says “And I thought Stephen was a fast eater!” She takes the plates and utensils. Daniel begins “Hey, grandma? I wanted to ask you something...about that locked room upstairs...”

Sean and I look at him. Claire says “I told you there is nothing to see in it, Daniel...” He asks “Why were you in it this morning, then?” She continues “Because there’s a lot of old junk in there, and...Besides, it’s not safe for you to explore, okay?” He says “But we’ll be fine —“ Claire turns away silent.

Claire puts the dishes into the sink. She says “Why don’t you go explore outside? You sure look like you’re getting better. Get some fresh air!” Daniel says “I’ll wait for Sean and (Y/N)! And then we’ll go! We won’t be loud! Promise!” She says “But be careful nobody sees you. Stay in the back, okay?”

Sean waits for Daniel to leave before he says “Maybe you should tell him that it was Karen’s room...” Claire says “It’s just a room now, Sean...Nothing to see...” He tells her “Daniel needs that...He doesn’t know anything about her...” A little sincere, she says “I know, poor thing...but his mother isn’t in there anymore...So nobody goes in the room, okay? I’m serious...”

He asks “Did mom ever contact you? She only talked to dad a few times...then she was gone...” Claire sighs “Yes, she was...You know, Sean, I don’t really want to talk about this anymore. It’s over...Anyway...You have to respect my rules under my roof, okay?” He says “Of course...Always.” I say “Okay.” Claire says “I appreciate that...Now, you both better go find Daniel...”

She starts walking out of the kitchen when she adds, “There’s a shed with some old toys outside...I’ll...bet Stephen has the key.” Sean says “Daniel will freak...” I tell her “Thank you...”

We place our glasses in the sink as Claire sits in her recliner. We start walking around the house. Sean checks on Daniel who is working on homework. I peak out the window near the back door. Then I go over to the aquarium to try and find the fish. Sean comes back into the living room. Claire says “Sorry for getting upset, I...I just don’t feel comfortable talking about all this.” He tells her “It’s...It’s fine, really. We don’t have to.”

The three of us all of a sudden hear a faint pop. I jumped a tiny bit. Claire says “What? He’s letting him play with firecrackers again? Aw, for Christ sakes...”

Sean begins “Hey, Claire...” Claire asks “What’s on your mind, Sean?” He asks “Do you know anything about...dad’s funeral?” She says “There was a service...we couldn’t make it in time, but we sent flowers. I’m sorry, Sean...” He says “It’s okay...I just wanted to make sure...somebody took care of him...” Claire says, sincere “Hopefully...you can go visit him at some point...” He says “At some point...yeah.”

I look up from the aquarium, ask “I hope this isn’t out of line but if you don’t mind me asking, what did you think of him?” Sean says “You can tell me. I won’t get mad.” Claire begins “Well, your father was...He was his own person.” He says “That’s it? I mean...I know you guys didn’t really get along...” She continues “It’s just...Esteban was very different from us. And he never took a single step to change any of that.” I saw that that struck a little nerve with him. He took a few seconds before saying anything. He says “Sounds like dad. He wasn’t one to smooth things over.” Claire says “Trust me, I know the type. But he did raise you boys on his own. Can’t argue with that.” He says “Yeah...He worked his ass off for us...Wish I’d realized that sooner.” She says “Don’t worry, Sean.”

I ask “What’s the story with your neighbor?” Claire explains “Charles? Poor man used to be a basketball coach, but had to move out here after his wife’s passing...He’s got a job at the rail yard now, and...Well, he’s still recovering.” Sean says “Wow...I mean, that’s sad.” She says “We try to give him a hand...Keep an eye on his...drinking problem. His son, Chris, is a little angel, though. I think Daniel would be a good infuence on him...He’s got great role models, after all...” He says “Thanks...” I add “We’re trying our best.” Sean says “Wel...Thanks, Claire.” She says “You are very welcome...It’s always a pleasure.”

Daniel comes into the living room. Sean says to him, “Man. Can you imagine watching a slasher movie out here? Deep in the woods...No one around...” I say “Yeah, that would be really cool.” Daniel says “No way! Too scary...” Still examining the aquarium, I ask “Have you ever seen any actual fish in here?” They say “Never...” Daniel goes over to Claire and asks “Hey, grandma, where are the fish?” She says “Well, there’s only one, and he’s terribly shy...”

Sean sits in a side corner by the TV and pulls out his sketchbook. Daniel and I sit on the couch. He says “Hey! We wanna be in your drawing!” Claire says “Awww, don’t draw me like this, Sean. I’m a mess!” He says “Don’t worry, I’m drawing the whole room.” He begins sketching. She adds “Good. It’s so nice to see you practice, you’re so passionate!”

After he finishes sketching, he says “I’m gonna go see Stephen in his study and get the key.” Daniel says “Cool.” He leaves the room to head to the study. I go and look at the ship in the bottle. I ask “What happened to the ship?” Claire says “Oh, that thing? Stephen made it years ago, but it fell and he doesn’t know how to fix it...” I say “That’s sad...Looks pretty cool, anyway...” She says “Yeah, well...It’s life!” Daniel and I sat back on the couch. We just chit chatted.

Before Sean left the study, Daniel decided to go and hide. He didn’t tell me where he was going. Claire is about to walk out the door when she runs into Sean. I hear her say “Oh, there you are, Sean! Got the key? Hey, I have to go out and run some errands...Can you do me a big favor? Do you know how to work a washing machine?” He tells her “Since I was about 8...” She says “Of course...Can you throw in the clothes from the basket after the next load? They’re in the bathroom.” He says “Totally, yeah...No problem.” She says “Thank you so much...Feel free to start tidying up too, it’s good for the health to keep a house clean.” Sean tells her “Definitely. They can help too.” She says “Oh, and remember, for your own safety, no phone and no internet. I know, I know, boring rules...” He says “Don’t worry, Claire.” The front door opens and then closes.

Sean comes back into the living room. He mentions that he got the key and a little bit of what him and Stephen talked about. He noticed Daniel was gone. He asks “Where’s Daniel?” I tell him “Hiding.” He asks “Want to help me find him?” I say “Of course.”

Sean held a finger up and calls out, “Hey, Daniel! There’s work for you!” From somewhere in the house, he yells back “Uh, no! I’m busy!” I shake my head, smiling. Sean yells back “Busy my ass! Come over here!” He yells while laughing, “You gotta find me first!” Sean says “Jeez...” We check all over the first floor but no luck. Then we head upstairs. We check their bedroom but nothing. Sean points in the direction of the bathroom and says “Shhhh...”

We came up with a quick plan. We noticed the shower curtain closed and the door wide open. I go to the shower curtain and Sean stays kind of hidden in front of the bathroom door. I say “I know you’re in there...” I pull back the curtain but no luck. Daniel comes from behind the door, “BEHIND YOU!” That’s when Sean grabs his arm and says “GOTCHA!” We both laugh. Daniel says “Okay, okay...”

Sean says “No more hiding, seriously!” Daniel says “Okay, okay. What do I have to do?” I tell him “You tidy the mess in your room and we’ll take care of the rest. Cool?” He says “Yeah, sure...it sucks...” He walks out the bathroom and toward their room. Sean says “We know...Thanks.” I help him carry the laundry. I say “All right. Let’s get it over with.” We take the laundry downstairs and put them in the washer. We look at the controls, Sean says “How many programs doses this thing have? Okay. It will do.”

We walk out and go back into the living room. We see Daniel quickly hang up the phone. Sean says, furiously “What the hell are you doing?” Daniel says “What? I just picked up the phone!” He says “You know what, dude? We are not supposed to be here. Who was it?” Daniel says “I don’t know! Some kid! It was just a prank...” I tell him “We know, just...be careful, okay?” Daniel says “Don’t worry!”

We walk to the back door, I say “You guys ready? We can go out, now.” They say “Yes!” We put our winter gear on. I open the back door and we step outside into the snow.

The snow looked beautiful with the sun shimmering off it. There was a slight breeze. We could hear water splashing around from next door. Daniel says “Aawwww! Man, finally! Feels so good to be outside. Reminds me of the cabin. Aowwwwww!” Sean and I join in, “Owwoooooo!” He says “Watch out for the pack!” We walk around the yard and check things out for a few minutes. We head over to the shed. Sean takes the key out of his pocket and tries to unlock the main door. He says “Get ready for storage wars?” I ask “What’s wrong?” He says “Frozen shut! Of course...”

We all of a sudden hear something running through the snow. Daniel says as he points to the house next door, “Look!” We watch as a kid climbs up the steps of his treehouse. One of them breaks and the kid starts to fall. I gasp and place my hands over my mouth. Daniel extends his hand and stops the kid from hitting the ground. I see out of the corner of my eye that Sean pushes Daniel’s arm down as the kid is gently lowered to the ground.

The kid examines his hands. We walk closer to the fence with Daniel fast walking in front. We wave to him. The kid waves back. He asks “Hmmm...uh...Did you see that?” I say “Yeah...We did...It looks like you’re okay, though...” Daniel says “You were almost floating!” The kid says “I-I was...I was! I could feel myself in the air...It-It was awesome...”

The kid had on some sort of costume. Daniel says “That’s an awesome costume...Who’s your favorite superhero? I love...” At the same time, they say “Power Bear!” The kid says “Oh man, I have the Mega Power Bear! You should check it out!” He says “Dude, that’s so cool!”

A man comes running up to the kid, kneels down and places his hands on his shoulders. The man says “Chris, oh god...Look, I am so sorry, are you okay?” They hug. Chris says “Dad, I’m fine! I promise!” Sean and I look at each other concerned. The man says “Are you sure? Listen, I shouldn’t have...”

The man looks over through the fence and notices us standing there. He stands up and puts an arm around his son. He asks “Do you know them?” Chris says “It’s-It’s okay, dad, they’re cool! He loves superheroes! Even Power Bear!” The man says “Ah...gotcha...Hey, there...Are you staying with the Reynolds?” Sean says “Oh...Uh...Yeah. They’re our grandparents.”

The man says “I see...Oh jeez, Chris...you don’t have any damn shoes on. I’m sorry, buddy, let’s get you inside...” Chris says a little defeated, “I, uh...Yeah, okay dad...” The man says “Thanks, guys...Oh, and...uh...if Claire asks, tell her everything is fine...” Sean and I say “Sure...” He adds “No problem.” The man says “Cool. See you around, then.”

Chris gets onto his dad’s back. He says “Thanks, guys...See you later...” Daniel tells him “Yes we will!” We wave to them as they walk back towards their house.

Sean frustratedly, says “Daniel! Did you forget everything about the rules already?” I say “Sean, it’s fine.” Daniel says “Sorry...Did you want me to let him fall? Really?” I calmly tell him, “No, you...You did the right thing. But listen...We can’t let anybody know...We have to keep a low profile out here...” Daniel stuck his tongue out at Sean. He says “He’s like my age...I bet you would have done the same exact thing...Don’t be mad...” Sean tells him “I’m not mad, dude. It’s...It’s over.”

Sean reminds him “Daniel! Remember that we’re hiding out...So no training and no showing off your power...” I tell him “From now on, you stick with us all the time...Okay?” We playfully push each other and walk back towards the shed laughing.

#Sean Diaz x reader #Sean Diaz imagines #Life is Strange 2 fanfiction #Sean Diaz #Life is Strange 2 #LiS2 #Life is Strange #LiS #Life is Strange fanfiction #Life is Strange x reader #Life is Strange 2 x reader

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Inspired by last night’s everything, some reboot au fic involving Doc, Drew, and Eva

The last time he’d seen Eva had been at a family reunion. She’d been bold and bright as ever, sporting a black eye, thirty-eight stiches, and a grin as sharp as good cheddar as she stalked around the property. Like every year she’d been like a heartbeat for the event, strong and dependable, relating old family stories with the same energy and grandeur as she did her own tales of adventure and crime. Thirty-one with a husband who was wearing on her nerves and a child who’d been nicknamed ‘Dangerprone’ by half the family and ‘Trouble’ by the other she had still exuded the same energy and easy confidence from when she was twenty. The perfect picture of a Jones woman.

You’d have almost thought it wasn’t the same woman at his door.

“My baby,” were the first words out of her mouth and a quarter of the reason Doc knew this mess in a deerskin cloak was his cousin.

“Would probably appreciate you looking less like death,” was his immediate Jones-blood response. Even forgetting the state of her clothes, or the blood in her teeth, she looked like she hadn’t slept since that day when she’d hugged he and Drew goodbye, pried their children apart, and threatened to start inviting them for holidays.

“Well excuse me,” she griped in response, hefting a rustic, woven bag over her shoulder as she all but shouldered her way inside, “I’ve been stuck in the Fae Realm for what turns out to be eleven fucking years, it’s been a time.” For a split-second Doc almost gaped, then just shook his head.

“We probably should’ve guessed, with this family.” Sometimes he felt bad, like maybe if he didn’t have Jones in him his family would deal with less, everything, but then again

“Slasher!” But then again if Doyle was any indication Drew’s family had been the same way. As soon as his wife had rounded the corner and seen Eva she bolted down the hall, nearly bowling the poor woman over as they clung together in a fierce hug. “We thought you’d finally gotten yourself killed!”

“You should be so lucky,” Eva replied, squeezing her back. “It’s nice to see somebody here loves me.” Doc started, nose wrinkling.

“I love you, I’m just worried about you dying in my front hall.” Kevin’d already been through more than enough, he didn’t need his first time seeing his mother in nearly two-thirds of his life being dead on the floor.

“I’m fine,” she said, like a liar, “I just- You guys put too much into picking this place to not still be living here at least part time, Connecticut is too far to hitchhike in comparison, and I’d like an update on Avi and Edie as soon as possible, thank you.”

“Well, for one thing Edie is Kevin now.” Pulling back, Eva blinked at Drew with a slight gape to her mouth. Doc patted her shoulder.

“Yeah, you missed that revelation by a few years.” She gaped some more, then shut her eyes, took a deep breath, and recentered herself.

“That is going to make some of the promises I made to get back so awkward,” she muttered, shaking her head, “but we work with what we’ve got. So, my son, my husband, updates.” Drew and Doc shared a look over her head, a silent agreement that slow was probably best.

“Well,” Doc said, as the one who’d known her pretty much their whole lives, “Kevin’s in town with the boys.” Ever since he’d gotten his driver’s license he’d been even harder to keep track of than before. “They’re supposed to be back here tonight but, he’s very much your son, and Zak is very much Drew’s son, so we’re hoping for tomorrow.” Eva snickered as Drew blew a raspberry at him, throwing an arm over her shoulder and leading her deeper into the house.

“We’ve had custody,” she explained, “for the past couple of years. As far as your husband-” Drew had not said his name since Kevin was found and she was not about to start, she didn’t care how it affected her karma, nirvana could wait “-he’s in prison right now for reasons we’ll discuss after you get a bath and a fucking nap.” With a slight frown on her face Eva nodded.

“As long as Kevin’s alright, I can deal with anything else.” A fact nobody doubted- the only question was whether that dealing would involve her shotgun.

“He’s doing fine.” Not a lie. He hadn’t been doing well before, but the past few years had been good for him. “The perfect picture of a healthy, active Jones.” Immediately on hearing those words it was like a weight came off her shoulders and the same Eva who’d once spent twenty-six hours wandering the swamp looking for Doc’s lost little butt shone in her eyes again.

Dealing was definitely going to involve the shotgun.

#fanfic #doc: holy shit what happened to you?!#eva: fae #doc: ...i can't even say i'm surprised

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hypnotica-ships · 3 years

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So, thanks to some A+++ enabling from the discord server, I've decided to post my BNHA self insert fanfic. I haven't really talked about my insert, but I plan to sometime in the future, but for now I"ll leave ya'll in the dark.

This whole thing was made just to make me and my friends feel good and give us some much needed self indulgence.

Word Count- 1,550

Hypnotica- My S/I

Grafight- @fictional-characters-are-hot's S/I

Slasher- @alwayslovestruck's S/I

It's been 3 hours.

4 hours since the hero team Discorded was asked to help out with a capturing some drug smugglers.

3 1/2 hours since they found the drug den.

3 hours since Hypnotica sent in Grafight and Slasher to covertly search the place.

3 hours since he's heard a response.

It was a loud, shrill scream that made his blood go cold. Expecting the worst, he decided to find some loiters and use his quirk to get some backup.

After being only able to scour up 2 shadows for his mask alts to posses, he realized the longer he spends time looking for people, the more harm could come to his friends...*family*. Dolly, taking the form of a Harpy, and Dylan taking a shape of a Lion man, will have to do for backup. Hoping that it won't be needed, he finds an open window and heads into the den.

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"Look! They're opening the crates. That must be how they ship the quirk enhancing drugs."

"Slasher. I can't see shit, it's too dark in here and I don't have dope cat eyes like yo-....wait a sec..."

The younger of the heroes takes out a sketch book and quickly draws our some night vision binoculars and they suddenly 'pop' out into a physical object. After giving a thumbs up, in order to stay quite, Grafight uses the goggles.

"Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiit....that's a lot of powder. How the hell do they sell it all?"

Slasher just shrugs it off and continues watching the group of men, tail swaying as they do.

All of a sudden, all of the men stop moving. A few moments later they all turn to the gurder that the hero duo were perched on.

"Hey! Lookey here fellas, some new 'test subjects' to try the new mix on."

"Oh as if you'd even come close to touching us! You won't even get a chance to lay a finger on us. Right Grafight?"

"Right! Good luck fuckers!"

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"Slasher! Grafight! What's going o-...."

"We won!'

Hypnotica was greeted by the sight of Slasher triumphantly standing with one foot on top of a human mound of passed out thugs while Grafight was looking over the crate of drugs, kicking one of the thugs that started move on the ground.

"Wha- Then who the hell screamed?!"

Grafight, grabbing the thug she kicked by his collar and threatening to punch him again.

"This guy did. I think he's like...the kingpin or something. Screams like a little bitch though."

"We managed to take these guys out super easily, like it was nothing! Can't believe they were talkin' smack like they could beat us..."

Still a bit shaken up from his worry, Hypnotica headed over to check out the crate. Noticing a strange metal box buried slightly underneath some of the drugs, he pulls it out and begins to question the kingpin about it.

"This your tracker? Is this the thing that you use to keep an eye on your 'supplies'?"

"You better answer. Grafight is pretty liberal with bodily harm."

Slasher says as she walks over to look at the box better, poking it with one of her claws.

"...it....it...he.....hehaha..."

"Punching time?" Grafight asks looking up at Hypnotica.

"Not yet. He needs to be conscious to answer our questions."

"Talk then, asshat."

"...doesn't matter....we....we were gunna..."

"Gunna what, idiot?!"

"d....die...die anways..."

"...Punch him Grafight."

Hypnotica grumbles while Dolly pried open the box with her talons.

"Gladly!"

"...I don't think he meant, like, *80 times Grafight...*"

Slasher now worriedly watches as the kingpin get's absolutely destroyed by fists.

"..."

Hypnotica seems frozen as he looks down at the box, unmoving, and holding his breath. Cocking her head, Slasher notices that somethings wrong with him.

"Hey....you alright big bro?"

"..."

Finally stopping her onslaught on the kingpin, Grafight looks over to Hypnotica.

"Cat got your tongue or something?"

Still not saying a word, Hypnotica turns the box so the others can see. In the box is a small glowing green tube with wires attached to it, there's also a countdown screen slightly below it. It's only got 3 seconds left on it.

As her tail drops, so does her heart, with only a few second to accept her fate Slasher meekly gasps as she starts to speak.

'Oh..'

'Shit'

Grafight finishes Slasher's thought, right before everything goes white.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sirens are blaring as the green mist clears from the rubble of what's left of the warehouse. Various bodies are strewn all about, policemen and EMTs were able to arrive on the scene fairly quickly. Not that it mattered, the damage was done. From the looks of everything, there was no survivors, all thugs and kingpin were either crushed by the rubble or suffered from some strange type of asphyxiation. Death seemed to encompass the area, until one of the EMTs discovered a lion like shadowy figure seemingly protecting a group of still breathing bodies. The figure soon dissipated leaving a strange mask in it's place.

The bodies were still alive, but barely, and they needed medical attention and fast.

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"-Sources say that the 'hero' team were incapable of apprehending the group and had to resort to extreme measures to stop the-"

"Horseshit! Why would we set off a bomb? We had it covered already, it wouldn't kill them to get their facts straight..."

"Calm down Gummybear, the doc said you shouldn't strain yourself..."

It's been 4 days since Grafight was released from the hospital, suffering from 2 broken arms, rendering her unable to use her quirk...among other things. Fatgum, her partner, had insisted to stay by her side until things healed, neglecting his own hero duties in the process.

"The doc can shove it as far I care! These newscasters have no right to spew out garbage lies like that! It's gunna hurt our rep.... Sure we might not be the nicest, safest, smartest heroes in the game, but we aren't villainous either!"

"...You...you do have a point, but don't worry about it, I"m sure one of the others will give them a piece of their mind and sort things out. Right now you and I have dinner to eat!"

Grumbling as she rose from the couch, Grafight followed her partner to the kitchen, sitting down at the small round dinning table that the family usually shared. This dinner was different though. The table had a nice white satin cloth draped over it, with 2 light candles on top. It seemed that this time these two will be dinning alone.

"Take a seat baby, I'll go grab our meal."

"It better be something good, the meals at the hospital were utter shit..."

She lets her sentence trail on as a covered plate is placed ever so gently in front of her.

"Oh? Did you plan on surprising me? ....Babe, my arms, I can't open it."

"Yeah, my bad, here ya go my sweet Gummy."

Fatgum slowly removes the cover for maximum surprise effect. Once it's off, Grafight can't help but smiley widely as she notices one of her favorite meals, but with a culinary twist. Hotdogs sliced up into star shapes, surrounded by a circle of mashed potatoes, topped with melted cheese, a dash or salt, and a glob of ketchup in the middle of it all.

"So? Ya like?"

"..."

Grafight's eye's start to tear up, but her smile still stays plastered on her face. Fatgum notices right away and goes to quickly grab some tissues.

"Oh Gummy, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to upset you! I just...I just thought I could do something special for ya...I...I-"

"Oh baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabe! I love it! Omg, I love it so much, you're the best, you know that right?"

"I...yeah....no. Wait. YOU'RE the best, you're so strong and special to me, I...I"m just so happy that I didn't lose you...you mean the universe to me."

"Stop...I'm already crying, let's just...let's just enjoy this meal together, okay?"

"Okay. I"m starving anyways..."

Fatgum takes his place across from Grafight, and starts to devour his meal.

"Uh....Ahem...."

"Oh! Yeah, my bad, let me help ya."

The two enjoy their meal together, never breaking their love filled eye contact.

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"Slow down Mochi, you shouldn't be over-exerting yourself."

"But Kano, I want to dance! I really like this song...cough cough...it's a total....total banger, and I deserve to have some.....fun after what happened. Everyone else has been so....gloomy since then....I just....want to bring some life.....back into the house is all...."

"I know, I know...but, you won't be able to do much joy-spreading if you can barely walk to the mailbox without getting winded halfway there."

"Hmph, stupid bomb chemicals getting.....getting into my lungs...fucking up my whole system...did they ever figure out what...what was in that tube...anyways?"

"They still haven't called us back about the results yet, but they said the inhaler they gave you was working well enough for us not to worry. So we won't, right Mochi?"

"...Yeah...I guess...I just hate...feeling weak like this...I wanna cry but.... I don't want the others to...to see....they've been through enough....I don't wan them to worry about me...me too..."

Kano takes a moment to think, after a moment he takes Slasher's paw and leads her into the living room.

"Sweety...what are you doing?"

After he gets Slasher to relax on the couch, he walks over the Hypnotica's advance sound system and grabs a homemade looking CD. Putting it in he looks to Slasher.

"The good doctor said YOU shouldn't exert yourself, but....he never said anything about me."

As soon as the music starts, Kano begins to dance in a way that's all to familiar to Slasher. It's a dance they've grown to call the 'Humpty Dance', and no one else in the house can quite get it right like these two.

"Oh Kano! This....this makes me so....happy! Keep...keep going! Maybe...maybe you could...put in some...Slipknot next? Pwetty Pwease?"

"Anything for you my Mochi."

Slasher enjoys the show Kano puts on for almost 2 hours, by the time he gets done, Kano is just about as winded as Slasher has been recently. The two then cuddle on the couch, just taking in each other's slow and labored breathes.

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"You will most certainly not."

Sir Nighteye slams his hand down on the counter to emphasize his point, making Hypntoica jump a little.

"And why the fuck not? The need to get their facts straight. I will not stand for all of this fucking slander."

Sir sighs and pushes his glasses up, trying to calm himself down.

"I understand that, but 'kidnapping the newsroom executive' is not the most ideal way to go about it. You can barely walk, even with the crutches!"

Motioning to Hypnotica's broken left leg, and the sprain in his other. Hypnotica just huffs and looks off to the side, still with an angered expression plastered on his face.

"So. Fucking. What? Okay, maybe kidnapping is a bit extreme, but..."

Sir's own angry expression starts to soften as he notices the tears that begin to fall from his partner's face. Wondering how long he's been holding it in.

"...I can't let my family take the blame for a stupid mistake that I made!"

Hypnotica's body begins to shudder as more tears fall, Sir walks over to him and embraces him in a way to try to calm him down.

"It's not your fault...all of you did what you could to try and handle the situation."

"That doesn't excuse all of the death and destruction that happened, and not to mention all the hurt my family is going through because of it!"

"No. It doesn't. But how is any of that your doing, hmm?"

"...I...I..."

"Shh, just stay, and relax. I'll make up a fully detailed report and send out a few copies to some of the stations. They'll most likely use those facts since my name does carry some weight..."

While still holding him with his right hand, Sir uses his left to tilt Hypnotica's chin up to meet his eyes. After a few seconds go by, he rests his head on his partner's.

"...Trust me dear. Everything will turn out just fine."

"Promise?"

"I promise. I saw it."

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"A trusted source, who has decided to stay anonymous, has confirmed that the deaths in the Discorded Warehouse accident were not the before mentioned teams fault, but the fault of-"

"Thank you! Finally, a news channel that checks their facts. Even though I'm fine with a few deaths under my belt, but whatever I guess."

"Oh! Look Gummy! That's me! Saving all of those orphans was quite the task, I'll have to tell you all about it later."

"Kano my love! Let me help you with those dishes, there is far to many for one man to clean."

"Thank you Mochi! I kinda went all out with the meal this time, it was a celebration for everyone recovering so quickly....well, mostly everyone..."

"I call bullshit. Of course right after I get healed I trip down the stairs and end up right back to square one."

"Guess that means I'll have play nurse bit longer my dear."

~~*Cue Laugh Track*~~

#my writings #neversetinstone #...#I don't know if i want to tag this with the source material tags...#considering this made for like 3ish people

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How would Brahms, Jason and Michael deal with a stalker who keeps following their s/o, calling or sending them messages and trying to break into the s/o's house? (I know that michael is THE stalker but yk)

Step one on how to get yourself brutally murdered - stalk a slasher’s s/o

Brahms

He listens in to every call you get and reads all your mail and messages, so he knows the moment it starts to happen. Pissed doesn’t even begin to describe how angry he is, but not at you - he’s very much not okay with competition, and he’s the only one allowed to rifle through your things!

Clinginess turned up to 11. You don’t go anywhere in the house without him attached to you, and anything that can get messages is turned off, no matter how much you need to use your phone for other things. He’s very, very jealous, even though you’ve made it clear that you’re not interested in this other person.

Once he realizes that someone is creeping around at night, he knows he can finally take care of the problem. You may or may not find out about it, depending on the situation, but they’re definitely gonna die the next time they come sneaking around.

You’re a little suspicious when you realize just how long Brahms has been gone. The past few weeks he’s been practically glued to you, draped over your shoulders or trailing after you no matter what you were doing. He tended to want to stay close anyways, never very far behind even if you couldn’t see him, but he had taken it to the extreme lately. You knew why that was, hearing him huffing with jealousy every time your phone rang or another message came in, still upset despite your reassurances.

“Brahms?”

You listen for a reply, but the house stays silent, no sound except the light rain from outside against the windows. You frown, getting up from the couch and peeking down the hall, but the rest of the house is dark and there’s no sign of him. Wherever he is, you can’t imagine he’s doing anything good, not after how frustrated and upset he’s been lately. You don’t hear the sounds of a tantrum, though, and nothing looks out of place as you wander through the rooms. If he was getting into trouble, you would have found some proof of it by now.

You head back to the couch, pulling a knitted blanket over your lap and looking back down at your book. Reading wasn’t your first choice of entertainment, but Brahms loved it, so you were steadily working your way through a pile of material that he had demanded you read. This particular story was very dull, in your opinion, but you slogged through it anyways. It was long and wordy, and you couldn’t pronounce half the names, so you didn’t expect to retain much from it.

“Have you gotten to the part where he stabs her yet?”

The question makes you jump, book and blanket falling from your lap. Two hands on either arm keep you from falling off the couch yourself, and you look up at him with a glare, clutching the armrest.

“Where have you been? And don’t spoil things, it’s already a boring enough book without you telling me all the good bits.”

Brahms slides easily over the back of the couch, scooting over the cushions until he’s pressed against you. His clothes are damp, droplets of water sticking to his curls, and you push at him to keep from getting wet yourself, but he only leans closer. You make a face, feeling the water soaking into your own clothes, but he’s already here so you allow him to half crawl into your lap, legs dangling over the couch.

“Well,” he says slowly, porcelain cheek on your shoulder. “He doesn’t really stab her. He stabs the soldier.”

“Brahms!” You snap, tugging off his wet cardigan and dropping it to the floor. “I said no more spoilers! Now, where have you been and why are you wet?”

He huffs, arms circling your waist as he pulls you closer. He gives you enough leeway that you can bend down to pick up your things, throwing the blanket over him and rustling through the pages of your book, but quickly settles himself over you in an inescapable grip.

“It’s not a spoiler, the book is over 150 years old,” he complains. “You should have read it by now.”

He’s being unusually talkative, which isn’t uncommon when the subject is something he likes, even more so when it’s something you know nothing about. But he’s avoiding your questions, and you know there’s got to be something going on if he’s trying to steer you away from the topic.

“Where did you go?” You say firmly. “You’re wet, have you been outside? You’ll get sick in the rain, Brahms.”

He’s silent, arms tense around you, and you wait for the answer patiently. You can’t imagine why he would go outside in the rain, he had always hated your suggestions of quick walks in the garden or even sitting next to the big library windows.

“There was a rat,” he says finally. “A big one. Trying to get in. I killed it.”

You relax a little, sighing in relief. It was better than whatever trouble you could have imagined him getting into, though you wondered why he bothered when the traps outside seemed to work just fine.

“Did you wash your hands after? I don’t want rat germs.”

Michael

He can tell immediately when someone starts following you, mainly because he’s already following you. The messages and notes wouldn’t concern him too much, but actually stalking you would push him over the edge - that’s his thing.

He’s not really the possessive type, at least not in an overbearing way, but he’s very much not okay with anyone else making a move on you, whether you reciprocate or not. Even if this stalker doesn’t have romantic intentions, he’s going to take it that way. After all, that’s how he started out.

If they last long enough that they’re snooping around your house, that’s the last straw. He’s not going to put up with someone else following you around in the first place, coming to your home is just the thing that gives him the perfect opportunity to kill them.

You wake up to loud, ringing bangs. Still half asleep, you raise your head, trying to process what’s happening. The noise is loud and rumbling, reverberating through the walls from somewhere nearby but you can’t place the sound. Opening your eyes, you can see that it’s still pitch dark, maybe only a few hours after you had gotten into bed. Michael isn’t in the room, but that’s not unusual and you assume he’s either roaming the streets or lurking elsewhere in the dark house, unable to sleep as easily as you.

Another series of bangs rattle the walls and you sigh, throwing the covers away to slide out of bed. You grimace at the cold air, wanting nothing more than to ignore the strange sounds and keep sleeping, but you know you can’t. Whatever is going on, you’re sure Michael’s involved, and he’s probably breaking something valuable.

“You better not be getting into trouble!”

You shout the warning as you clumsily slip on some shorts, but the noises don’t stop. Coming out of the hall, you enter the living room and switch on the lights with an angry flick, but two steps into the room you stop. Glass is spread over the floor, and you narrowly avoid stepping in it at the last second, jerking back and stumbling into the wall. Scattered amongst the glass is the shattered frame of a coffee table in pieces, large pieces of wood splintered off. A loud bang from just on the other side of the wall startles you, and you turn to glare at it.

“What did you do to the table?!”

The noises stop suddenly, mid thud, and you wait in silence for Michael to show himself. It doesn’t take long, the familiar dark shape of him slowly stepping out from the kitchen doorway.

“Michael,” you say irritability. “What’s going on? You-“

You stop, finally getting a good look at him as he comes towards you. His clothes are stained, which is their normal condition, but the big, wet splotches are fresh, and a rough smear of red over the jaw and neck of his mask is still dripping into his chest. Taking a few steps back, you’re only annoyed at first - you’ll have to make him clean up so he doesn’t track blood everywhere, but you quickly notice a bigger problem.

A man, Michael’s hand on his throat keeping him in place even as he struggles, face turning purple and still clawing violently at Michael’s shoulders. Your eyes go wide, mouth open in shock, and you’re about to say something - or scream, you’re not sure which - when you realize that you recognize the man he’s holding. You didn’t know him, but you had seen him before, hanging around your work and the places you went with your friends. He had spoken to you once or twice, but you couldn’t recall about what or for how long, only that you knew his face. Looking at him now, eyes rolling back and limbs already going weak, you know there’s no saving him, even if Michael didn’t have a death grip on his throat. His clothes are dark, but you know the blood had to have come from somewhere, and it wasn’t Michael’s.

Michael doesn’t seem to struggle at all to keep the man under control, one hand on his neck and the other limp at his side. He doesn’t look down as a hand slaps weakly at his chest, and the only tension in him at all seems to be in the grip of his hand. With a slow, calm movement he raises his free hand, pointing across the room. You keep still, but turn your head slightly, almost afraid to look away from him.

The curtains sway gently, the wind ruffling them through the broken panes of glass in your window. You pause for a moment, looking at the broken in window and the mess of glass it had left on the floor. Michael wasn’t above breaking in to your house if you somehow locked him out, but you could tell this wasn’t him, it was obvious and clumsy, and whoever had come in that way had cut themselves and left red streaks on the walls.

“Oh,” you say quietly, looking back at the now limp man. “Well.”

Admittedly, you’d always felt safe from break ins and similar crimes, and Michael’s presence was just an added bonus, but you had never expected him to actually catch someone trying to break in.

“I guess… I probably shouldn’t call the police, then, huh?”

Jason

He’s got a sixth sense for trespassers, especially ones that get too close to the cabin. Anyone that tries to follow you home is going to get caught well before they make it to the house.

Letters aren’t exactly going to make it to the cabin, and phone reception is spotty at best, so you might not even realize there’s someone trying to harass you at first. And if they try to follow you home, that’s the last anyone will see of them, so there’s a good chance you’ll never know you had a stalker in the first place.

So, it’s going to be difficult for anyone to actually stalk you effectively, you’ve pretty much got a personal guard dog 24/7. Unless something is obviously unusual about them, neither of you will probably realize they’re anything but a normal hiker or explorer.

Jason is already waiting for you when you return home from work, the couch piled with blankets, coffee ready and the low hum of the TV providing quiet, droning white noise. Kicking off your shoes, you collapse gratefully into the soft blankets and bury yourself into them. The weather hasn’t gotten as bad as it will be, but the cold wind and rain is unpleasant nonetheless and you’re ready to warm up and fall asleep on the couch. The soft noise and blankets has already half lulled you to sleep before you’re nudged awake by a big hand, opening bleary eyes to see a large, warm cup of coffee held out for you.

“Thanks,” you rasp, leaning up just enough to take a few sips of the hot drink. “I’m awake, just give me a second.”

You know there’s no rush, Jason would be just as happy to sit with you while you were dead asleep, but you wanted to enjoy at least a few minutes of cuddling before you drifted off. With only a little bit of a struggle, you pull yourself up, making enough room on the couch that he can nestle into the blankets beside you, and take the cup from him. It’s much hotter than you usually like, and with enough creamer that all you can taste is sugar, but you drink it as quickly as you can manage. Jason hasn’t quite gotten down the process of making any kind of food, but coffee is simple enough that you can generally still drink it when he’s done.

“Alright, what’s the movie for tonight?”

He hands you a battered cardboard case, the sleeve of an old VHS tape that had once belonged to a library judging from the stickers on the sides. It’s torn and ripped, but you can still see the cover clearly enough.

“We watched this last night, though, didn’t we?”

He taps the cover insistently, and you roll your eyes and sigh, but you don’t mind really. It’s an old black and white movie, title written in big loopy letters and the woman on the front gazing off into the distance with big, dark eyes. It’s obvious from the cover alone that it’s a sappy romance movie, but you expect to be out cold within the first thirty minutes anyways. You barely remembered anything about it from last night, but you don’t expect to get invested enough to stay up for it.

You grab the remote, starting the movie and listening to the old VCR player whir to life, and press yourself as close to his side as you can get. You don’t bother to pretend to be interested in the movie, closing your eyes and burying your face into his shirt, feeling the curve of his arm cradling your back. The overbearingly sweet music that plays over the opening credits is already fading away and you’re two seconds away from a comfortable, contented sleep, when you feel Jason tense under you. It’s a small enough change that it wouldn’t have woken you normally, but you know what it means. Eyes fluttering open with a groan, you hold onto him tighter.

“Noooo,” you whine. “C’mon, I just got comfy!”

Jason whines back, tilting his head in an apologetic way. You frown, clinging to him stubbornly, and give him the best puppy dog eyes you can manage with sleep ruffled hair and half open eyes.

“Just this once,” you beg, feeling him try to get up only to sink back into the couch when you don’t let go. “Please, they’ll probably leave on their own anyways, it’s like two in the morning.”

There’s no way for him to communicate the details, but you can see from his tensed shoulders and narrowed eyes that something about this particular trespasser is bothering him. They all bothered him really, but something had to be different this time. Maybe it was a large group, or someone drifting closer to the cabin than he liked, but whatever it was had him on edge. No one was stupid enough to sneak around much this time of year, let alone at night, so it wasn’t often now that he had to leave suddenly. You had gotten used to having him here whenever you wanted, but you knew it was unfair to try and stop him from going. Reluctantly, you took your hands away, sitting back with a pout.

“Well, hurry up then, I don’t want to have to watch this lame movie by myself.”

#Slashers #Brahms Heelshire #Michael Myers #Jason Voorhees #Slasher x Reader #honestly you dont even realize youve got a stalker half the time #before they get offed so #k the little blurb things arent edited #so there are probs mistakes somewhere #Anonymous

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