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warnings: Obsessive behaviors, yandere characters, GN reader, murder half described, not reviewed, Tumblr wasn't accepting my post since 3am so it changed it itself, theory for who owns the last sentence
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You don't know how lucky you are to have good friends...
Kamisato Ayato, your long time friend, with a calm and relaxed facade, your friend who helped you stop the bullies who were messing with you, honestly you were happy when all the torment ended but where did the boys who messed with you go? Ayato says they all got detention from school...
Kamisato ayato...for you, a kind, hard-working, intelligent boy. Kamisato ayato...a manipulator... a sweet friendship with every step forged and meticulously planned like a piece for a treat. whispers say that he is the owner of a powerful faction and that his influence extended far beyond the city limits, he was a shadow that no bad soul wanted to cross, two-face, having him as an enemy was worse than having the devil. ..such whispers that soon disappeared from the world soon after saying such rumors around...
Sunday... a boy from a very well-known and important family, exuded an air of elegance and sophistication that belied his true nature. You never thought you would catch the attention of someone so important, but here he is...always bumping into you and talking to you at school.
Little do you know, oh poor innocent soul falling into the web of two dangerous demons, the bright blue web calling you to fall and drown in your own innocence.
both finding themselves in a sick love for you, something silly for them...it's not obsession, it's love...pure love over an innocent and clean soul, both having knowledge of each other, knowing your every step, shadows you They spy on your house, every day both families have eyes for you. and he has eyes for his friends and family too...
From lavish gifts to whispered promises of eternal love, they've done everything to win the reader's heart without having to break their facade.
a chance. while you have your freedom, your sanity, your innocence and your legs intact... You can choose between them, the choice is yours, but remember any step you take has a big consequence... you are walking on glass here.
Ayato's hand squeezed yours a little, his smile that could have been genuine before disappeared just for a fraction of a second as he watched you exchange kindness with Sunday, his gaze meeting Sunday's who smiled gracefully as he held your hand a little. little more, he looked from beneath his eyelashes with a feeling of hatred, disgust and mockery at Ayato.
while looks mix with hatred and jealousy creating thoughts about killing the other between the two men and you are oblivious to everything as you mumble some things to Sunday, who looks at you with a smile and waves. Of course, he listens to your every word despite his thought being that only Ayato would disappear from his sight...
Cute moments, sure... Ayato sharing his drink with you, Ayato giving you a light kiss on the forehead for being able to do all his math homework, Sunday buying you expensive things, Sunday letting you play with his hair...
but you're not stuck with just two people, you have more friends and a free life to live...right? bad choice...
16/04... A body was discovered, this morning three people were found dead in a state of advanced decomposition...The victims were...
These weren't the guys who bullied you?
...26/04... a body was found today in a river in an abandoned park, a couple was walking when they saw a hand floating in the small lake...
This...wasn't this the guy you met a few weeks ago at the cafe? he had given you his number after he spilled coffee on you...
03/05... a body of a teenager was found today near the... ...the cause of death has not been found yet, but the body was dismembered and appeared to have signs of torture... we ask all citizens in the area to be careful and Don't go out late at night...
This... was the guy in the class next to yours who you were going to meet in a few days...
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You don't know what's going on...a serial killer on the loose...? or just a big coincidence of deaths? You're getting scared to even go home alone...
a sweet and familiar voice breaks your thoughts as you walk, you stop walking as you hear the footsteps reach you and a voice whisper sweetly "my dear...you shouldn't keep coming back alone, didn't you hear what's happening? let me accompany you to your home."
I've been trying to post this since 3 am and Tumblr won't let me??? I haven't even been to Penacony yet lol
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hey love, congratulations on 200!
i was wondering if you could do ethan landry with the prompt (please tell me that at least a part of it was real) some good old ghostface angst!
GOOD OLD GF ANGST! 🕸🔪 Thank you, love! I hope you enjoyed this! 🌼
Damaged Soul
Summary: Your boyfriend of almost a year isn't who he says he is. He's a killer, and he killed your love and your trust. | m.list
Word count: 1.1k
Warning: ANGST ANGST ANGST 😈. swearing, blood, character death, lying, cursing, (i want to say that's everything)
did not proof read.
also I'm making it through all the requests plus the new ones! AhHh
your heart sank as you watched Ethan take the Ghostface mask off, tears filling your eyes as they locked with his. Tara looked at you worried, "Never trust the love interest, right?" he had an evil grin on his face like he was proud he played you.
Bailey grabbed Ethan's shoulder and started talking about how proud he was of him for using you like Richie had done to Sam last year. "They grow up so fast don't they." your body felt frozen in time as you looked at Ethan, questioning everything in existence now.
Sam kept yelling at Bailey asking why they were doing this, Tara stood holding herself as she felt herself bleeding out.
You haven't been injured yet as bad as the sisters, and something was telling you it was about to get worse. Ethan and Quinn were now circling around you three while bailey gave his big speech.
"Ethan, why?" your voice was broken and cracking. Your body turned with his following his as he walked around.
"Don't you see y/n I needed excuses, econ wasn't always going to work, but being with you oo you knew. you knew what I was up to, yet you ignored it. All the late nights coming back to the apartment, y/n you were just an object to me. Nothing more, but God you know I will miss the sex." he shook the knife in your face as he got closer.
"I didn't know" You stepped back as he got closer, tears falling from your eyes. your back hit the wall. Bailey and Quinn were too busy with Sam and Tara. Letting Ethan have you to himself, "I didn't know!" you screamed in his face causing him to jump a little.
He lunged forward, his hand wrapping around your neck while the knife cut into your cheekbone. "It doesn't matter anymore sweetheart; did you know you weren't even part of the plan? hm? now, but Quinn you see Quinn came up with the idea of getting with you, seeing at how much you gave me heart eyes she knew it was a good idea."
"You're a monster!" your voice was broken, shattered even. your body ached as his hold tightened on you.
"No! I'm not the monster, Sam is okay she killed Richie she's the one that ruined our lives, if anything she ruined your life too" his eyes were glossy as he talked about his brother.
"She killed him in defense, while you have killed- three people" pushing yourself against the knife you felt it cut deeper into your face. You could feel the warmth of your blood running down your face, Ethan's eyebrows drew together as he noticed a change in you.
You were beyond angry now the fact that he used you, and yet deep down you knew you knew something was up, and yes Ethan was right you ignored it. but you can't anymore.
"You used me, Ethan, you killed people, if anything you ruined my life. You made me fall in love with you, you used my body, I trusted you with everything, and you stand here in front of me and you're telling me you aren't the monster?!"
You didn't need a weapon to scare him, you saw the fear he had in his eyes when he took the mask off. Seeing the look on your face when he realizes what he has done, he knows that you know he loves you and that behind closed doors he wanted this all to end.
He slowly stepped back as you stepped forward his hand loosed on you and the knife. you were getting inside his head. "I hate you; I hate you and I want you to fail, I want you and your whole family to die."
"Y/n I-I had no choice it was my father's plan" his eyes were getting watery by the second. your hands balled up into fists.
"Fuck you!" you punched him in the face causing him to fly back, dropping the knife. Baily was chasing Sam on the stage while Quinn cornered Tara.
"You fucking dumbass Ethan get the fuck up" Quinn shouted at Ethan as she saw him on the floor. You took the chance to run to Tara, she had a stab wound in her abdomen and on her arm. She had it worse than you.
"Y/n you have to get out of here, find help" Tara tried to push you away but failed. The sound of screaming and shouting filled the auditorium as Sam was fighting Bailey.
"God as much as I hate you killing you is going to be so fun" Quinn was behind you waving her knife, and you pushed Tara away motioning her to go help her sister.
Ethan was standing behind his sister watching as she was getting closer. "No Quinn, she's mine let me have her" she looked back at her brother seeing the way he was looking at you. Not only did he have the look to kill you, but he also still has lust written all over his face.
"You've got to be kidding me, you can't really have feelings for this bitch," Ethan was trying to justify that he never had feelings for you. Looking around you saw broken glass, picking it up took the shard, and stabbed Quinn in the back. she screamed out in pain; Ethan ran forward and without thinking he pulled you off of her.
Taking the Kinfe Quinn he pulled his arm back, the sharp end meeting with your stomach. You screamed right into his ear, his heart breaking as he felt your blood pouring onto his hand. "Do it Ethan" Quinn watched holding her side as he twisted the knife and pulled it up creating a deeper cut. "I'm sorry y/n I'm so sorry" he held your body close as you couldn't even make any noise from the pain.
"Please tell me at least some of it was real?" your face was ghostly white, your cheeks stained with tears and blood. Your body is already feeling so weak, you weren't going to make it but
"Yes, it was, y/n it was real, and I-I love you. I always will love you" Tears were streaming down his face as he felt your body go limp. He had just killed the one person that ever understood him. He shouldn't have done it; he shouldn't have done any of it. he set you down looking at your face. You looked nothing like you did when he was with you at nighttime.
"Ethan let her go, dad needs us" Quinn pushed him with her foot causing him to lean closer to you. He wiped his tears, got up and followed his sister.
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🕸Astrology observations part 6🕸
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♠️Libra suns are the friendliest people I've ever met. They never judge people and try to get along with everyone. Extremely careful, especially in conversation, so as not to offend others. The soul of the company, and you can discuss with them on various topics.
♠️Virgo suns the king of sarcasm and dirty jokes. I really like your sense of humour and how you position yourself in society. The guys are really very humorous and hilarious. The smartest guys and you can talk about the meaning of life and philosophy. Smart beyond their years. But I noticed that you can hide your feelings or not reveal them at all. Sometimes you don't think about yourself.
♠️Sagittarius rising people are social butterflies in the group. They're talkative and outgoing. They definitely attract people through their openness and smiling. They like to hang out and have fun with friends. I'm sure they love parties. In appearance, the part of the thigh stands out especially. They have really massive and wide hips. Also a beautiful and narrow waist.
♠️Leo rising people are very artistic and passionate by nature. Likes to attract a lot of attention and stand out from the crowd. Creative and maybe they have a talent for singing. In appearance, the hair and gait stand out very much. They are good at taking care of their hair. The hair is mostly straight and long. May seem a little arrogant and self-centred.
♠️Cancer rising people at first glance may seem closed and shy very embarrassed to start a conversation. By their nature, they are very lovely and caring guys. Will never betray or offend a person. Their appearance is really impressive, especially their big eyes. They often look innocent and pure. Furthermore, they have a rather massive chest.
♠️Scorpio rising people are SO intimidating. They have a murderous look from which many are afraid. It is very difficult to approach because such powerful energy comes from them. And people are extremely uncomfortable in their environment. In appearance, their eyes always stand out. The eyes are often brown or green. I want to add the skin is sometimes dark or tanned.
#astro community#astrology#astro observations#astro notes#libra#cancer#saggitarius#scorpio#virgo#leo
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Trick or Treat!🎃
Kit kat+ Frankenstein + The Addams Family!
Happy Haliween!!🕸🎃💜💚
☾ Pairing: Serial Killer! Seokjin x Serial Killer!f. reader
☾ Summary: For as long as you’ve worked at the upscale grocery store in the northern part of the city, you’ve hated Seokjin. He’s charming and smooth and you’re always fighting for employee of the month. It isn’t until you both show up at a house in the middle of the night that you realize how much you have in common.
☾ Word Count: 3,245
☾ Genre: Enemies to Lovers(ish), Slasher, A little humor
☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
☾ Warnings: Thoughts about murder, references to murder, reflection on being a murderer - literally, this is a drabble about two serial killers, they do not actually commit murder in this but literally the entire subject is MURDER!! Like reader thinks about killing people multiple times, this is disturbing but not necessarily graphic, and there are overall just. Themes of insanely morally corrupt people. Also contains explicit language, breaking into homes, knives and threats, stalking, prepping to murder someone, profiling people to be victims, sexual tension, and implications. Ambiguous ending, we don’t know if they kill their victim.
☾ Published: October 8, 2023
☾ A/N: I am so sorry if you don’t like strange serial killers to lovers(ish), but for this Haliween trick you have selected Kit Kat + Frankenstein + The Addam's Family which equals Seokjin, Enemies to Lovers, and slasher! I kept this light-hearted and there’s no actual murder or anything, but this is absolutely unhinged and was an experience for me to write from the POV of a killer. I hope you love these two competitive lunatics with zero moral compasses discovering they have more in common than they think!
☾ A/N 2: Mini shoutout to @minisugakoobies and @daechwitatamic for their input on my ruminating about what to do with this Haliween combination. Their musings inspire this wild little masterpiece and I could not have gotten the brain chugging without their comments.
☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment, or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.
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There are days you wonder if you should kill Seokjin.
It would be too complicated, though. Not only would someone notice if he doesn’t show up to work, but it’s too close to home. Murders should always be removed. There should be no connections between you and the victim. Anything within seven degrees of separation is far too close.
And everyone knows you hate him.
Hate the way he charms everyone else so effortlessly. There isn’t a soul at the store who doesn’t like him except maybe you. He is perfect. Not a hair out of place, his handsome features painfully symmetrical and alluring, his ease with people so crystalline that you want to scream. Glasses that are perfectly perched on his perfect nose. Effortlessly chic hair. A knockout mouth structure.
It’s hard to imagine anyone is that perfect, but it appears Seokjin is. No matter how much digging you do, you never find anything incriminating. There’s nothing. He hardly seems to exist outside of the store.
You hate him for it. Especially when you see he has beaten you for employee of the month again. Seokjin walks into the break room, looking at the announcement on the board. He smirks when he sees it, eyes coasting over to you. The grin grows and he shrugs.
“What can I say?”
“Nothing, ideally,” you offer.
“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
You feel your eye twitch. You imagine how satisfying it would be to smash his teeth in. To feel the bone break beneath your foot, to hear the crunch.
The thought of it makes you smile and turn to him, suddenly calm again. “Congratulations, Seokjin. I look forward to celebrating with you during our meeting.”
Tying an apron around your waist, you leave the break room and head out onto the floor. Your calm intensifies, muscles loosen. The store is not open yet. Outside, the world is gray. The fluorescent lights shine down on the perfectly lined aisles, every item in place. Above, soft music plays.
Mornings at the grocery store like this are second only to the high of watching the light fade from someone’s eyes. Here, you are alone and in peace. You feel the quiet of the world, undisturbed. Like a god walking through the land of their creation while everything is asleep.
But it’s when you see someone looking at you as they embrace death that you know you are a god. You are the final thing they see, and right before they fade, they see you as their ender. Their maker.
Seokjin might be able to take the employee of the month from you, but he cannot have this. These two moments. Different sides of the same coin. He could never understand the power that peace and death give you.
No one else understands. No one else could.
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When the store opens, your day unfolds. It is an upscale grocery store with organic foods, fresh pressed juice and swollen, ripe strawberries. You see all manner of people come in and out: assistants doing the shopping for their wealthy employers, socialites snapping pictures of their smoothies and juices, the upper class toting name-brand bags and watches as they hand over metal credit cards.
It is disgusting, in a way. But in your way, it’s become beautiful. A hunting ground for people who jet around the world so often, no one will know if they go missing. You’re always so so careful with your marks. They have to be right. Perfect. You have to spend weeks making sure they are the one.
The one problem with this ritual is how long it takes. The need to feel that power and the need for safety and caution wage a war inside of you, neither giving ground to the other. It’s been months since you’ve had a fix, and with Seokjin’s employee of the month win, you know it’s time to sift through your options.
Your list is small. The sweet, doe-eyed boy Jungkook is an easy mark in the sense that he has a very small social circle, his life is built on routine, and he is wildly trusting. Because of his routine, though, he might present a problem when he goes missing. That, and he is physically a danger to you if you don’t knock him out first.
Taehyung isn’t bad, either. He comes and goes, traveling the world and staying in hostels, losing his passports across countries and sharing all of his travels on social media. He lives loosely enough that if he vanished, it would take a while for anyone to find him. But that social media feed of his would eventually attract attention.
When Hoseok gets into your line, you feel your heart stutter. Perfect Hoseok. He is quiet and solitary, a fashion designer who often vanishes for long periods at a time. He doesn’t leave his quiet, lofty mansion in the hills often when he is in a fit of designing for a new season, and he is prone to hospitalizations for working himself near to death.
Perfect Hoseok, who smiles like Apollo and smells like the sun. He is an entity. A light that you cannot help but stare at. And you decide him. What would it be like, to see someone like Hoseok look at you and beg. Please. Like you’re his god. The only thing between him and death.
Your palms get sweaty as your line shortens. He’s just four back - it’s a busy day - but you try to get through your customers quickly. You want to make small talk with him. To get his weekend plans.
And then Seokjin steps into the register next to you even though he’s supposed to be on break, and he turns the light on. “Hoseok! Come on over, let’s get you through.”
Rage. You stop ringing up items. The conveyor belt hums and the products on top of it begin to pile up. White noise roars in your ears. You watch as Hoseok gets out of your line and swaps to Seokjin’s. They shake hands and start talking, Seokjin leaning back with a laugh.
High-pitched ringing sings in your ears as you watch Seokjin bag Hoseok’s items and offer to walk him out to the car after flicking the light off at his register.
“Ma’am?” You blink and the ringing vanishes. The man in front of you stares, raising his brows. His cat-like eyes are sharp and concerned. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you rasp, voice suddenly dry. It’s a lie. “Yeah.”
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“Do you like stealing my customers?” you ask Seokjin, pressing the knife down hard through the apple you’re cutting at the break room counter. “Is that how you got employee of the month? Turning on your light to ring up one person and then fucking off?”
“Ooo,” Seokjin answers, closing the fridge with his hip. “We are still touchy about my great awards, are we?”
“You know that was a bitch move.” You slam the knife down on the cutting board. It’s a Wüsthof Classic Butcher Knife, which is wildly obnoxious for cutting fruit. And, you realize belatedly, it’s from Seokjin’s personal collection. You file it away, wondering what he knows about good knives. “Stay the fuck away from my business when I’m working.”
“Hoseok isn’t yours.”
His tone makes you look up. Seokjin’s demeanor shifts, a chameleon adapting to a hostile environment. The telltale signs of his true annoyance are all there: red ears, vacant eyes, blank face. His shark face. You see it so rarely that it shocks you to see it now.
It’s in moments like this where… he is almost your mirror.
“He was in my line.”
“Funny how that isn’t the same thing.”
“Customer poaching is desperate.” You pick the knife back up and slice through the apple, hearing the crisp, wet crunch like breaking a bone to get to marrow. “Are you that desperate, Jin?”
From the corner of your eye, you see his fingers twitch. For a split second, you think he might grab the knife. A flutter of excitement runs through you, unfettered. You wait to see what he does, holding your breath as you slowly turn to look at him.
Is he going to do it?
The moment clings to the air a moment longer. Then Namjoon opens a shelf and spills several boxes of granola, shattering the weaving tension between you and Seokjin. He takes a step back and you turn back toward your fruit, knife abandoned.
When he leaves, a shiver runs up your spine, quite unsure what that was.
You also think that perhaps Seokjin is... more attractive than you give him credit for.
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Two weeks. You tap through your phone, lighting up your face in the dark of your room. Hoseok will begin his descent into designing for his Spring collection in two weeks. It’s the perfect amount of time to prepare yourself, to begin the ritual of hunting. To watch, notate, and practice.
You hit the button to turn off the lock screen and you’re bathed in darkness.
Two weeks and you can feel the rush again.
Two weeks and you’ll be fed on the high for months.
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Not even Seokjin can get you down at work. You look at your time requested off on the calendar every morning you clock in. A blissful spread of days in which you’ll need to prepare, execute, and come down for the euphoria before coming back to work.
No amount of goading from Seokjin can upset you this week. You are locked in. Focused. So honed on your rapidly approaching desire that nothing can bring you down.
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“Switch weekends with me,” Seokjin says, stepping in front of you before you can clock out. It’s late, both of you staying overtime to help unload a late shipment. You growl at him and try to jockey him out of the way, but he’s like iron. He doesn’t move. “I need that weekend off.”
“No.” Seokjin’s stance grows firmer. You push him again but he is unmovable, making your lip curl. You slowly start to drag your eyes to his, where he is pouting. “Move or I will make you.”
“That’s the best reaction I’ve gotten from you all week. What plans do you have, huh? A date night with a bubble bath and a vibrator?”
You frown. He isn’t entirely wrong. The need to lay in warm water in a post-kill daze and bring yourself to an orgasm is part of the after routine. Still, you manage to shove him aside and punch in your number.
“Please,” he says gently. “I need the weekend.”
“No. Not for you. Not in a million years.”
“What do you want? I’ll trade you anything.”
You face him after clocking out, giving him a wonderful smile. “You have nothing to offer me, Jin. I know you’re not used to hearing that.”
Slowly, Seokjin’s face changes. He goes from charming and warm and melts into something else. Ice in a glass, losing its form and weak attempt at holding false shape.
“You’re lucky we work together,” Seokjin murmurs. There is something dark in his voice. An abyss you’ve never heard from Seokjin, but you’ve touched yourself. It is the secret, dark voice of threat. Of promise. And then he grins, shrugging. “I guess I’ll ask around. Have fun with your sex toys.”
You watch Seokjin walk out and all you can think about is that low voice. That darkness. Like the thing that lives inside of you.
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One day. Hoseok has locked himself away. His social media has gone quiet. You watch as the trash cans go without being taken out. No one comes. No one goes. The only light that remains on is the one in his second-floor office. Hoseok comes outside a single time to look at the rain as it comes down hard on a Thursday before going back inside and not coming out again.
Tomorrow.
You watch the office light go off at five in the morning.
Tomorrow.
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Making a murder look like an accident is not easy. It is your least favorite method, in fact. You prefer people who vanish. A ghost is harder to trace than an accident. There are too many questions involved.
Hoseok, though, cannot be a ghost. You knew that when you picked him. You haven’t orchestrated an accident in some time, but you will now.
Hoseok likes to drink. He likes to fuel his designs with so much whiskey that sometimes he falls asleep in his office with the lights on at his desk, glass full. Other times, he crashes into furniture and knocks it over, shattering lamps and slipping down the stairs to get to his bedroom.
Tonight, you have everything you need. A little bit of Xanax, which he has a prescription for. A little bit of chloroform to help knock him out. Epinephrine for you to give you a carefully measured and tested boost of adrenaline and strength. Gloves. Wrapped shoes. A list of all the blind spots in his alarm system and its codes.
Crickets sing to you as you watch. You walked the full three hours to his home tonight. It was nice with the rush of cars around you and the crunch of your shoes on gravel. Once in the hills, you meticulously changed your clothes at a gas station, wiping off sweat and grime before taking the fifteen-minute trek into the lower hills where Hoseok lives.
Light pollution makes it hard to see the stars, but the world stretches out beyond you as you stand in the murky darkness of an unsold home across the street. For the past two weeks, you have been an impromptu gargoyle perched among the trees.
Hoseok should be happy he will not be around when someone moves in. The trees that offer the home privacy offer an entire vantage point to watch him through his uncurtained home. Even just climbing to other limbs gives you a view of other windows. Other ways in.
The way in though, is easiest through the backyard where his spa room leads outside to the pool. The spa door has no camera and is in the blind spot for the camera under the patio pavilion. It additionally is rarely locked, a feature of Hoseok’s home he rarely uses.
It takes five minutes to get from the spa bathroom to the office. His stairs are well-made and don’t squeak. He leaves no other lights on. It will be just you and the dark.
You look at your watch. It’s four in the morning. For the past few days, Hoseok has gone to bed at five. He’s made it all three days in a row, not falling asleep at his desk. Tonight, he will do the same thing. He will get up, turn the lights out, and head to his bedroom.
Except this time, you plan to be in the hall. A little chloroform. A little forced Xanax to make him weak when he wakes up and prevent him from fighting back. A jolt of adrenaline for you and a snap of his neck before he falls down the stairs and-
A shadow crosses the wall of Hoseok’s yard. You straighten in the tree, watching it make its way across the yard toward the back. Without even thinking about it, you move. The thought of someone breaking into the house and killing Hoseok by accident and stealing your high makes you bolt.
Your heart hammers. Your hands get sweaty. This isn’t how your night is supposed to go. You’re up and over the wall and sliding along the glass windows as you walk toward the spa bathroom door in a heartbeat. You feel rattled and out of sorts - not at all what you should be feeling on a night like this.
Any other time, you might call it quits. Should call it quits.
But you don’t. It’s been so long and Hoseok has been taking from you once this month already. You cannot let it happen again.
Like a shadow, you slide into the home. It is cold inside. Already you’re working out how to factor in another person. You had not intended to stage a home invasion, but the third person is a liability and a threat. You’ve never taken two at once before, and though the promise of what that might feel like makes you giddy, you also don’t know the math of this. You don’t know what this looks like.
And still you creep forward.
Hoseok’s house is modern art. It is all sleek edges and warm tones washed in art on the walls and sculptures. Thankfully, it is also big and full of negative space. Nothing gets in your way as you creep up the stairs, eyes swiveling back and forth as you look for where the intruder has gone.
When you get to the top of the stairs, the hair on the back of your neck tingles. You swivel, bringing up your hand just as a knife stops in front of your face, only restricted by the iron grip you have on your assailant's wrist. You know the make of it immediately. It’s a Wüsthof Classic Butcher Knife.
Neither of you move. You cannot make the features on your attacker's face. Slowly, you see their other arm come up. You somewhat see they are holding up a hand. A white flag. Trembling, you loosen your grip on their knife arm, your other hand wrapped firmly around the hunting knife sheathed at your thigh.
Together, you step away from Hoseok’s office door. One step. Two steps. A waltz backward and toward a guest room, where the door opens and you step inside with your opposite. Friend. Foe. You’re unsure.
Moonlight filters through the window and your counterpart steps backward into it.
Your breath catches in your chest and the urge to laugh suddenly takes you, swelling up so abruptly that you have to press your lips firmly shut to stop the madness from spilling out.
Seokjin looks good in all black, standing in the gray light of the moon. His shark eyes stare at you, face blank, waiting. The Wüsthof Classic Butcher Knife is still in his hand. It doesn’t shake. He holds it loose. Casual. A fast striker, you think.
“What a strange thing,” Seokjin whispers. “To see someone so unlike me be my very mirror. What are you doing here?”
“It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain,” you whisper back, recalling a quote from The Tell-Tale Heart. “But once conceived, it haunted me day and night.”
He hums. “They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”
Hoseok opens the door in his office. You both freeze, listening to his stumbling steps as he clambers down his stairs. Not a sound slips between you as Hoseok shuts the bedroom door downstairs.
The silence is roaring.
“What well it be,” Seokjin whispers. “Friend or foe?”
You tap the handle of your knife. “I want to be employee of the month next month. Try less.”
“What do you like to do after?”
“What was it you said? Take a bubble bath with a vibrator?”
He sheaths the knife and offers a hand. “I can give you more.”
You carefully hold out a hand to him. Not an enemy. Not a friend. Perhaps… an equal. “We are the same, then?”
“A mirror.” He pulls you in a little, just enough that his mouth brushes against yours. You want to take that dive suddenly. To lean into him. Past atrocities are forgotten in light of this new, beautiful darkness you share. “A mirror.”
You descend the steps together, two workers from the store. And a little more.
#seokjin fic#jin fic#bts fic#seokjin x reader#jin x reader#seokjin x you#jin x you#jin drabble#seojin thriller#seokjin imagines#jin imagines#haliween#minors do not interact#minors dni
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coconut tarot free questions : closed
These are free questions I’ll answer using tarot, oracle cards, and my intuition
Rules:
•include pronouns
•one question at a time
•send question in ask box
•include initials or name
•for romantic asks, include sexuality or preferred pronouns of s/o
•for questions regarding other people, include their name or initials and pronouns
•must be following me
•reblog my pinned post
•no anon
•private asks allowed
•only ask the questions i have below
•would appreciate feedback, but not required the first time
•feedback required once you ask your second question and from then on
•you can replace future spouse with next lover
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🥥-who is coming towards me in love
🌴-what good things are coming my way
🩰-What’s intriguing about you?
💄-What song matches the energy you give off?
💅🏼-What’s your biggest flex?
🧞♀️-How can you improve your sex life?
👼🏽-What should you be watching out for?
🧚🏽♂️-How can I improve academically
🪐-What am I not seeing?
🧖🏽♀️-Who’s talking about me (good or bad)
💃🏽-How do I stand out?
👩🏼❤️💋👩🏽-What is my life purpose?
👚-Who has a crush on me?
👙-Who is wishing bad on me?
🩳-What does my child think of me? (current children or future. please specify in ask)
👘-Who’s watching me?
👡-Who’s my future spouse?
🩴-What Am I talented at?
🥻-How do I make my wishes come true?
🦄-What do I need to let go of?
🐙-How can I improve my toxic traits
🐬-What are my toxic traits?
🐳-What will my future family be like?
🐋-What stage of my life path am I in?
💍-What will my wedding be like ?
🕸-How am I sabotaging myself?
🦈-What supernatural/magic abilities do I have?
🦭-Who can I trust?
🦦-What should I get [blank] for a gift?
🐲-What turns on my future spouse/current lover?
🪵-Where should I focus my energy
🐚-Who is trying to form a connection with me (not just romantic)
💐-Who feels guilty about what they’ve done to me?
🌻-What can I do to get them to forgive me?
🌎-Where should I travel?
🪺-What should I do regarding work/career?
🪐-How can I release my anxiety?
🍄-How can I make more friends?
🥑-What’s unique about me?
🎍-What should I do regarding my family? (If there’s a specific family member, please say so)
🍪-How do I connect with my soul family?
🥛-What is the best way for me to relax?
🏓-Who is my soulmate?
🛼-Who is my twin flame?
🪸-What lessons do I need to learn?
🔱-How does [blank] feel about me?
🪷-What karma from my past life did I carry to this life?
🌸-what guide is watching over me?
🌞-what will my proposal be like
🫒-what career should i join?
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🕸PICK A DRAWING🕸
🐞what are your psychic abilities🐞
🎱 Intuitive read if you feel drawn to a pile it’s for a reason 🎱
Pile 1.
Clairaudience; you might hear sounds often or as if someone was calling your name when no one’s there , you might receive downloads from spirit through other people so for ex; you’re talking to someone about a certain situation and then this persons response feels like a message from above, it’ll probably be an answer or something you needed to hear or something that really resonates with you. You also receive messages in music from certain lyrics or certain lines in a movie you’ll know it’s for you because you can just feel it. You might feel like you can communicate with animals probably know what they’re thinking or feeling, you also might talk to yourself a lot and gain a lot of wisdom from those conversations because spirit is talking through you, you also might be the friend that offers a lot of good advice and seem to always say the things they need to hear, certain noises might really aggravate you as well since you’re very sensitive to sounds. You’re known to be really good listeners with your friends and family. You might hear really loud pitch ringing in your ears that’s a sign they’re trying to communicate with you. Very creative and love music as well.
Pile 2.
This is my clairvoyant pile, you might’ve seen spirits, shadow figures, or had those “imaginary” friends you’d see and talk to all the time when you were a child, you might be able to channel the spirits you see and communicate with them, you possibly can see other peoples spirit guides or spirit animals sometimes , you might also see auras, you can also see deep into people like they might always say to you “I feel like you’re looking deep into my soul” and in this case you probably are, they don’t have to tell you much about themselves but you can already pick up on a couple things that they might’ve gone through, you also might get a lot of messages or visions in your dreams probably have prophetic dreams that end up occurring in real life. You could use scrying mirrors or crystal balls to see visions or spirits.
Pile 3.
Clairsentience; very empathetic you can feel others emotions as if they were you own and might drain you a lot or feel heavy. Even if people seem okay you can feel there’s more underneath the surface they’re hiding, even if you haven’t spoken to a person all day you might even pick up on their energy from a far and be able to know something is wrong with them feels as if you should reach out and check on them. You might grow to be very emotionally intelligent over time since you’ve had to feel and read everyone’s emotions and you’ve become very hyper vigilant due to it, you might be treated as a therapist because of your emotional intelligence you just know what they’re feeling and how to get them out of that state. You can feel the energy shift in a room or if you might go somewhere you will have a gut feeling that something bad is about to happen and it usually does. You have a feeling things are going to happen before they do , you can always FEEL the truth even if not shown or expressed by others, it is very hard to lie to you because you have really good intuition and usually know the intentions of others simply through their “vibe/energy”.
Pile 4.
This pile is more for my manifesters or witches, you might do spell work, I see you probably working with herbs or candles. This can also apply for my manifesters because since you believe so much in your powers or abilities your manifestations come to life easily or your spells always work. This pile loves all things occult wise, tarot, divination etc. you might’ve always been drawn to it and are probably really good at it and that’s probably what you use to communicate with your guides. You might like to enchant or set intentions on things you wear or own, you could also use oils to attract certain things or if you haven’t then this is your sign to start doing it because you have a higher chance of it working for you since the key ingredient for anything to work is “believing” and I feel as you easily have faith it’ll work so it does. You might attract whatever it is you want easily with affirmations since your words are powerful.
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🖤Monster Lover Book Recs🖤
Were you, like me, gaslit by booktok influencers into reading Ice Planet Barbarians? You may be entitled to financial compensation. Call 1-800-blue-peepee for more information. Not really BUT!!! Below is a list of passable monster fucker books I discovered after spite reading like 30 of these after being utterly disappointed by IPB and hellbent on find some that were at least OKAY. Better than Ice Planet Barbarians, at least
The genre being what it is, make sure to check on the content warnings linked on TheStoryGraph if there's anything specific you're worried about. Also there ARE some lgbtqa+ books on this list (you’re welcome).
🕸🕷️Ensnared by by Tiffany Roberts🕷️🕸
I read this so long ago, and I can barely remember it tbh. A big alien spider monster finds a human woman that has crashed landed onto his planet and is like: FUCK this mammoth spider queen hottie who wants me to be her king, I want this gangly little blonde thing I fished out of a dirty hole. Ok. Sure. Pros: This author is committed to the art of monster fucking. This is not just like a guy but furry. Or a guy but scales. This is a big ass spider fucking a lady. And that’s beautiful. Cons: You know that “born sexy yesterday” trope? Because of the communication/cultural differences it kind of felt like they were both each other’s sexy baby. I didn’t really care for the characters or plot tbh, I just persevered because I just had to see how those crazy kids made it work. I was like, “seriously what are the mechanics?” Turns out: webs!
🚀🐱Engineering Fate by Alexis B. Osborne🐱🚀
Sasha tumbles through a wormhole into a part of space uninhabited by humankind--and instead inhabited by sexy cat men (yay). This one starts with the “captured by aliens” trope à la Ice Planet Barbarians, but it’s not a weird, uncomfortable sex thing (yay). Pros: I loved how active the main character was compared to the protags of this genre. She murders soooo many people. I was cheering out loud. Kill those birdmen, girlboss. Cons: Did not really care about the ML or the smut at all. But if you are into breeder kink--or were one of those kids with a huge crush on Simba growing up--then you are in for a treat.
FYI, if you read this and like it, do not read the next in the series. It’s NOT good.
🦖🪐Heart's Prisoner by Olivia Riley🪐🦖Communication specialist studies dangerous--but totally hot--alien prisoner of war “Asset X”. Pros: campy action scenes which I always enjoy. A dinosaur wreaking havoc on a space station in my sex book? More likely than you think., but the ML was fun and sexy. No “soul mates” or “that’s the mother of my child” stuff as far as I can remember, which is always a plus. Cons: The FL has as much personality as an Austin’s sandwich cracker (fyi: that’s the worst kind of sandwich character).
🐊🔮She Came From The Swamp by Darva Green🔮🐊
She was a girl, she was also a girl--but also a Ukrainian Swamp monster--Can I make it any more obvious? Let me tell you. It is already a challenge to find passable heterosexual monster smut. Sapphic monster smut? Oh my god. But this is cute and good! Pros: adorable leads, relatively simple story that focuses on what we’re all really here for. Cons: sometimes they did it while the swamp monster was in human form, and I was like. Why?
☢️💀Soul Eater by Lily Mayne💀☢️
Post-apocalyptic setting, but also there’s interdimensional portals that have appeared on all over Earth that aliens pour out of it. Aliens ranging from cute critters to blood thirsty monstrosities to shredded gay monster hotties. A supernatural monster dubbed “Soul Eater” slaughters a battlefield of men--leaving only a single soldier. What does the mysterious killer want with Danny? Pros: A bonkers plot with lots of action and violence? Check. A seemingly cold and scary love interest that is actually super soft and protective? Check. An author brave enough to actually write weird monster dick instead of just being like, “it’s big and blue!” Cons: having read a few books in this series the huge lack of meaningful female characters and non-white characters throughout is a bummer.
#book recs#monster fucker#romance recs#engineering fate#ensnared#heart's prisoner#soul eater#she came from the swamp#book review#lgbtqa books#monster romance#alien romance
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I was never super into old school Fnaf but I LOVE Security Breach with all my heart so it made me go and watch people play the other games so I could understand the story and just…..Afton!Ghost and Vanny!Soap with Animatronic!Reader!!!!!! They killed her and stuffed her body into an animatronic (I’m thinking one that looks like a puppy, or has puppy appendages, for obvious reasons) so now her spirit possesses it. They expect her to be their good girl, their good puppy! And while she doesn’t remember what happened to her, her soul is still filled with fight and anger. She growls and roars, tries to bite and claw at them all the time. They have to take away her cute claws and file down her teeth :(. Makes Soap all sad because you’re whimpering and crying the entire time like you can feel it (because you CAN) and Ghost ends up having to do most of it himself. - 🕸
the idea that someone got into fnaf anywhere after fnaf3 is SO insane to me. you mean y'all weren't playing fnaf 1 on the bus???
i dont have much to add to either of these but i really enjoy the idea of ghost killing soap and getting him fully on his side so that when they both kill you, you just cannot understand why soap won't help you :( you keep trying to tell him that if you work together you can both take out ghost but he doesn't want to hurt ghost
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I may be working 12 hour days between my day job and my work at SS, but holy moly!! The art fills my soul 💖
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An update…where the murderer will be REVEALED?! And a possible Room of Requirement scene? 😉 I am SO pumped.
For One Year in Every Ten I’ll go for: ⚡️ 🕸️ 🌋 🥸
And 😈—I’d love to hear about any WIP you’re feeling at the moment :) Your list last spring was incredible!
(PS Thanks to the Death Eater Hagrid dossier, I am now deep in WIP in which Ron and Luna (not a pairing, just true crime pals) accidentally figure it while bored during the lockdown, while reviewing cold cases from the war years. Truly a life-changing read).
One for the gorgeous Scylla and Charybdis to follow!
anon, i need desperately for you to reveal yourself and send me this ron & luna crime-fighting duo uncovering dark lord hagrid fic. it sounds like a masterpiece, canon rewritten, atyd in the mud, and i need it.
in fact, answering questions on one year in every ten from this work in progress ask game seems almost futile in the light of this life-changing information. i'll power through, though...
🌋 percentage which is done and ready to post?
it’s all done. i’m just lazy.
⚡️ which character is gonna get a rude awakening?
harry james potter is shortly to discover that sleeping with a wanted criminal doesn’t endear you to the government. which i feel hermione has already mentioned, but harry wasn’t listening then.
🕸 feeling you were stuck with how to write?
it’s not so much a feeling as a character, but i normally hate writing hermione - she and i would not be friends in real life! what of it! - and so deciding to make the trio (which dear old tom has forced his way into) a central part of the story was quite daunting. choosing to make hermione a lawyer was also not my brightest move, since the risk of her becoming insufferable as a result was high, but i think she and i have managed to form an uneasy alliance, helped - without a doubt - by the fact that ron is a chad.
🥸 tag yourself, which wip character are you?
tom. i’m also a hot slut who likes to overshare and who reacts poorly to the slightest provocation.
😈 next wip after this one?
i'm shocked to discover that i've actually made good progress on much of that list, which isn't like me... many pieces have already launched, many will shortly. it's giving hustle culture.
i think it’s important to always have at least one tomarrymort on the go, just so that the girlies (gender neutral) who don’t like the ship are always having to live in fear. because i can’t focus on single tasks, i have three tomarrymort wips in the pipeline. first up, we’re getting a little pornographic treat for the @tomarrybigbang, then we’re getting philosophical with two musings - one a one-shot, one a big multi-chapter stunner - on the nature of the soul and of love.
i also have a scarcrux-turns-the-child-harry-into-a-murderer one-shot knocking around somewhere, because of course i do.
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Frankenfic 2022: "Stage Fright"
Summary: In their latest scheme to fundraise for Regionals, The New Directions decide to host the spookiest haunted house that Lima, Ohio has ever seen. But when strange things start happening on the set of their haunted house, it may be the spooksters themselves who get the biggest fright.
Chapter 8
By Esperanto (@esperantoauthor)
“Well, come on old lady, be quick about it!” Puck called out. He had a point. The shimmering figures were swirling just a few feet above their heads, faces contorted into expressions of despair and rage.
A shiver ran down Santana’s spine as Lillian Adler glared icily at Puck.
“They can’t hurt you,” Lillian explained, rolling her eyes. “Poor things are incorporeal. And they’ve been stuck In-Between for decades. You’d be furious too.”
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Sure enough, one of the ghosts’ heads separated from its body and plummeted toward Rachel, who yelped and managed to leap out of the way just before the silvery globe came shooting toward her and sank halfway into the stage floor. Behind her, the headless phantom fumbled around wildly for its lost body part. Just as Rachel was regaining her composure, one of the ghost’s arms reached straight through Rachel’s chest, fingers wiggling just under her chin. Rachel gasped, looked down, and then jumped backwards with an ear splitting shriek. Unfortunately, she jumped right through the ghost. They all watched in horror as the creature retrieved its head and reattached it with a horrible rotating movement, as if screwing in a lightbulb. Rachel stood there, trembling, but remarkably unharmed.
Finn ran to her, grabbing her shoulders and looking her up and down, making sure that she really was all right.
“I believe you said something about a plan,” Santana said pointedly, tapping her foot.
“I did indeed, young lady. There is something I’ve been looking for all night but I can’t seem to find it. If one of you can locate it, then I just might be able to exercise some control over the poor lost souls of my students.”
“Just tell us what it is! I know we can find it!” Finn declared confidently.
“My conducting baton. I can’t seem to find it anywhere.” A wistful expression passed over her face. “Oh, we made such beautiful music, she and I.”
Mike turned to Sam and mouthed, “She?” Sam shrugged.
Rachel, predictably, took charge. “All right, we need to split up so we can cover more ground. We should be okay now that we know the ghosts can’t hurt us. Mike? Sam? You two search the choir room. Tina? Artie? You check all the rooms backstage. Puckerman? Finn? Check the Spanish room. Rory? Joe? Search the teacher’s lounge. Mercedes? Santana? Investigate the basement storage under the stage.”
“And what will you be doing, praytell?” Santana glowered.
“Uh, I will be…holding down the fort. Someone has to stay here in case someone finds something. Or the others come back.”
“Oh, hell no! All day you have been ordering everyone around, making sure you never have to get your hands dirty. I’m sick of it. Why don’t you search the filthy, dank basement this time Princess and I will wait for Brittany to come back. If it’s going to be anyone, it should be me.” Santana stared down the tiny brunette, silently daring her to disagree.
“Th-that works too. Mercedes?” Rachel held out an arm and Mercedes linked her arm through it.
“Um, did you forget about me?” a voice called out from just behind one of the curtains.
“Quinn!”
“Where have you been?”
“I was backstage. Actually being useful. Since no one’s phones seem to be working we need a way to communicate.” She held up a handful of plastic and wires. “I found the stage crew supplies. Should be enough for each group to take a headset and radio.”
“Quinn, you genius!” Rachel declared, throwing her arms around Quinn and planting a kiss on her cheek. Quinn turned pink and cleared her throat.
—
“Brittany, we got the door open. We can go back to the auditorium now,” Kurt said gently, still rubbing comforting circles into her back.
“I can’t,” Brittany whispered. “Not yet.”
“Why?” Kurt asked.
“We need my spellbook.”
“Where did you leave it?” Blaine’s voice was so gentle.
“I hid it in one of the stalls. For safekeeping. Here, I’ll show you.” Brittany rose to her feet and carefully counted the stalls until she seemed to have located the one she wanted. Kurt and Blaine crowded into the stall behind her; Kurt looked around in confusion, not seeing a book anywhere. Brittany grasped the porcelain cover of the toilet tank and wrenched it off. She shoved it at Blaine, who wrinkled his nose but took it without protest. Inside of the tank, was a large leather-bound book. Brittany clapped her hands in delight and pulled the dripping book out.
“Brittany, it’s soaked,” Kurt pointed out, as gently as he possibly could.
“Well, there’s no way I could have known that would happen,” she replied dismissively.
“Actually, I—” Blaine started, but Kurt shook his head. There was no point.
Blaine replaced the lid gingerly and then immediately went to the bathroom sink to wash his hands. Kurt hoped the suds would not summon any more ghosts.
Together, they patted the book down with paper towels as best they could. Brittany cracked open the book, flipping the pages until she found the one she was looking for.
“Can you still read it?” Blaine asked nervously.
“Mostly,” Brittany said brightly.
Kurt could only hope that it would be enough.
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Static crackled. “Come in, Frankenteen. Are you there, Frankenteen? Over.”
“Sam, no one else is on this channel. I told you there is no need for pseudonyms,” Santana barked.
Sam’s voice replied, “You’re supposed to say ‘over’ when you’re done talking, Santana! Over.”
“If she had left me in charge, I would remember to say ‘over,’” Rachel commented.
Mercedes just shook her head in disgust. She turned on her flashlight and crept deeper into the basement and wondered why she had ended up with the worst assignment and the worst partner.
Rachel, of course, screamed every time they found an animal floating in formaldehyde or a particularly odious theater costume. Mercedes’ nerves were frayed near to their breaking point.
“Oh my god, what do you think this could be?” Rachel called out.
Mercedes grumbled but dutifully joined her partner. Rachel had found a dusty wooden box labeled, ‘ Do not open.’
“Clearly, someone doesn’t want us finding out,” Mercedes responded.
“Wait! Look at this.” Rachel blew the layer of dust off the top of the box to reveal another word. Mercedes coughed a few times and then peered at the box. It wasn’t a word; it was someone’s initials.
L.S.A.
Mercedes traced the letters a few times. “L. S. A. Rachel! Do you think this box belonged to Lillian Adler?”
Rachel gasped. “It must have! We have to open it!”
Rachel pulled the box off of the shelf and settled it on an empty folding chair. Mercedes wasn’t sure what she thought might be in the box, but she took a step back.
For a moment, nothing happened. The lid of the box came off and revealed a very ordinary collection of personal mementos. Mercedes could see old Glee Club programs, photographs, ticket stubs.
Then she couldn’t see the box at all because bright, shimmering figures began to surround the box. The ghosts gathered in a circle around the box, their numbers growing quickly. Rachel leapt back, shivering at the coldness of the spirits passing through her. “Not again,” she muttered under her breath.
“It must be in there,” Mercedes insisted.
Rachel nodded gravely. “Lillian Adler said it had the power to control the ghosts. That must be why they came. We have to get that box.”
Mercedes shook her head. She absolutely did not want to get any closer to those ghosts but her friends needed her and Rachel had already dealt with the ghosts twice. It was her turn. She gritted her teeth and threw herself into the circle of ghosts, grabbing the box in both hands. She gasped and nearly dropped the box. She felt as if she had been plunged into a bathtub of ice water and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe.
Yank.
She was free. Rachel had pulled her out by the back of her jacket.
“Thanks.”
“Run!”
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Santana was starting to regret staying behind. No one had spoken over the radios in five minutes and she was equal parts bored and creeped out.
Then, she heard the rhythmic thudding of running feet on carpet, growing louder as they grew closer.
“Santana!”
Brittany burst into view, followed closely by Kurt and Blaine, running hand in hand. Santana jumped off the stage and met them halfway, wrapping her arms around Brittany and swinging her around in a circle. Brittany’s hands found her cheeks and her lips found Santana’s own; she breathed in the sweetness of her favorite person in the world and breathed out relief at having her back in her arms. Suddenly remembering that they weren’t alone, she set Brittany back down.
“You tell, you die,” she said sharply, glaring at Kurt and Blaine. Blaine looked suitably alarmed and Santana already trusted Kurt not to blab. Satisfied, she relaxed her expression and gave them a smile.
“Where’s the new light? Didn’t you two go to Home Depot?”
“No! We’ve been locked in the lobby this whole time.”
“Did you at least make out?”
“I-”
“We-”
The boys were too flustered to get more than a few syllables out.
Santana smirked. “Well, I think that answers my question. Well done. Took you long enough.”
Static crackled over the headset and Rachel’s annoying voice came through, far louder than it needed to be. “We found something!”
“Berry, my ears!” Santana complained.
“We’re on our way but we’re not alone. The, uh, the ghosts seem very interested in whatever we found.”
Santana jumped into action, instructing the rest of the Glee Club to rendezvous back in the auditorium and calling out to Lillian Adler, who had floated up near the catwalk.
One by one, each member of New Directions burst in through one of the entrances to the auditorium. Last to arrive, Mercedes and Rachel came tearing up the stairs followed closely by a roiling mass of ghosts. Blaine jumped into Kurt’s arms in terror. Santana decided not to tell them the ghosts couldn’t harm them just yet. This way was funnier.
Lillian Adler soared in a large spiral, soundlessly clapping her hands together. “Yes, oh, yes! I can feel it.”
Mercedes dropped the box as if it were burning her hands and kept running, Rachel at her side, until they were well past the ghosts, who began to circle the box.
Lillian Adler dove straight into the hurricane of ghosts. For a moment, Santana feared that they had somehow consumed her. After all, Lillian had never said that the ghosts couldn’t hurt one another. But then, triumphant, she emerged with her baton in hand. It was the first object the ghosts had been able to touch. It glowed faintly in her hand. She tapped it on the edge of a music stand and the ghosts froze. She cleared her throat. “Students! Gather, please, it is time for rehearsal.”
Spellbound, the ghosts floated into orderly lines and began to sing scales.
“How?” Santana blurted out.
“I was the choir director here for thirty-six years. For thirty-six years, young people opened themselves up to joy and this little stick has been soaking it up. Ended up with a lot of power.”
“Now what?” Rachel asked. “That’s great that you have them singing instead of wailing but our auditorium is still full of ghosts. We’re supposed to be having a haunted house here in—” she checked her watch, “— thirty minutes !”
Lillian Adler cackled with laughter. “Young people really haven’t gotten any cleverer, have they?”
“There’s no need to be so rude,” Rachel snapped.
“You’re telling me that in order to raise money for Regionals, you need to make this auditorium as terrifying as possible so the people who come through will tell all their friends to come and you want me to get rid of the ghosts ?!”
“I…oh… oh! Do you think you can get them to behave?”
Lillian Adler scoffed and gestured at her choir of ghosts who were now singing Superfreak in perfect three-part harmony.
“This is going to be the best haunted house ever!” Puckerman yelled.
Five Hours Later
“We’re rich!”
“This is enough money to get us to Regionals and Nationals.”
“We have to qualify first, don’t jinx it.”
The members of the New Directions high-fived and hugged, satisfied that for once a fundraiser had gone well.
Kurt cleared his throat. “Not to put a damper on things, but… the auditorium is still full of ghosts. And I don’t see Lillian Adler anywhere.”
Kurt was right. While they seemed less agitated than before, the ghosts were very much still there, circling up near the rafters.
“That’s why I brought this,” Brittany declared, holding out a slightly damp book. “It’s the spellbook I used to summon Ms. Adler in the first place. I think there’s a section on banishing.”
The New Directions crowded around Brittany as she paged through the book, searching for the right page. “Uh oh. I was worried about this.”
“What is it?” Kurt gulped.
Brittany read from the book. “In order to permanently extinguish a haunting, the spirit must first resolve any uncompleted tasks that may be keeping the spirit stuck in The In Between. While a simple exorcism will often temporarily rid you of a haunting, the ghost is likely to return so long as it has not Moved On. ”
“Are you telling me these ghosts have unfinished business?” Sam squawked.
“Exactly right.” Lillian Adler floated through the wall and joined their conversation.
“Oh now she shows up,” Rachel groaned.
“Hush! The truth is that these poor singers never got to perform at Regionals. There was a horrible bus accident on the way there. Terrible business. Ten killed. I myself was in the hospital for several weeks.”
“Are you telling me we have to perform with a ghost choir at regionals? Badass!” Puckerman pumped his fist.
“We can’t bring ghosts to regionals!” Rachel protested. “The audience will be terrified.”
“Only if they don’t think the ghosts are simply very convincing special effects. And I think we proved here tonight that you can show real ghosts to hundreds of people and have them leave none the wiser.”
“We’re going to have to completely rewrite our set list,” Kurt pointed. “But it’s doable. We just need to make it part of the theme.”
“When has needing to rewrite the set list at the last minute ever stopped us,” Finn reminded him. “I think this is just the fresh new edge we need to make it all the way to Nationals.”
Tina pulled out her iPod and began scrolling. Her eyes lit up.
🎵I was struck by lighting, walkin' down the street
I was hit by something last night in my sleep
It's a dead man's party, who could ask for more
Everybody's comin', leave your body at the door
Leave your body and soul at the door🎵
The ghosts immediately joined in. With Finn, Blaine, and Artie still in full zombie makeup, the effect was quite powerful.
Lillian Adler surveyed the scene on the stage as she conducted her ghosts through their impeccable choreography. While she hadn’t managed to get rid of that horrible director, she had accomplished a lot tonight. Kurt and Blaine finally admitted their feelings to one another; she chuckled to herself in amusement, hardly believing that she’d had to go so far as to lock them in together before they finally figured it out. Santana was getting closer to feeling ready to open up to the Glee Club. The New Directions earned enough money to make it to Regionals. And best of all, her dear, dear students would finally be able to rest. And with that, her own unfinished business would finally come to a close. She was satisfied with the knowledge that it would be her last Halloween stuck In Between. She smiled as Blaine shyly took Kurt’s hand and spun him around. She hoped they would never know the pain of being apart from one another. She was looking forward to seeing her own dear Jane again very soon.
🕸The End🕸
Author's Note: Happy Halloween, Everyone!! That's a wrap on the third annual "Frankenfic."
Thank you to all of the creative authors who shared their talents and collaborated so wonderfully to create this story. I hope you are as proud of what we were able to create together as I am. It was really fun figuring out how to tie it all together!
Thank you for reading this story! I hope you will take a moment to leave a comment and let us know what you thought.
The song referenced in this chapter was "Dead Man's Party" by Oingo Boingo.
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Personal Readings : closed
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(Some questions are in first person pov. When it says “I” it is talking about YOU. (hope that makes sense)
🍾-What good things are coming your way?
🩰-What’s intriguing about you?
🎵-What song matches the energy you give off?
💅🏼-What’s your biggest flex?
😈-How can you improve your sex life?
👹-What should you be watching out for?
🧠-How can I improve academically
👁-What am I not seeing?
👂🏼-Who’s talking about me (good or bad)
🎃-How do I stand out?
👣-What life path am I on?
✍️-What do I need to be more appreciative of?
😳-Who has a crush on me?
🖕🏼-Who is wishing bad on me?
🗣-What is my style of communication?
👶-What does my child think of me? (current children or future. please specify in ask)
👩🏽💻-Who’s watching me?
👰🏽♀️-Who’s my future spouse?
👸🏽-What Am I talented at?
🎅-Is the universe proud of me?
🧝🏽♀️-What supernatural being would I be?
🧞♀️-How do I make my wishes come true?
🧟♀️-What do I need to let go of?
🤱🏽-Who is looking out for me?
🙇🏽♀️-How can I improve my toxic traits
🤳-What are my toxic traits?
👩❤️💋👨-What’s coming towards me in love
👨👩👧👧-What will my future family be like?
🪡-What stage of my life path am I in?
💍-What will my wedding be like ?
🕸-How am I sabotaging myself?
🦄-What supernatural/magic abilities do I have?
🐍-Who can I trust?
🎄-What should I get [blank] for christmas/birthday?
🐲-What turns on my future spouse/current lover?
🪵-Where should I focus my energy
🐚-Who is trying to form a connection with me (not just romantic)
💐-Who feels guilty about what they’ve done to me?
🍂-How should I apologize to them?
🌻-What can I do to get them to forgive me?
🌎-Where should I travel?
💥-What should I do regarding work/career?
🪐-How can I release my anxiety?
⛄️-How can I make more friends?
🥑-What’s unique about me?
🥨-What food should I eat to help me feel better/raise my vibrations?
🧀-What should I do regarding my family? (If there’s a specific family member, please say so)
🍪-How do I connect with my soul family?
🥛-What is the best way for me to relax?
🏓-Who is my soulmate?
🛼-Who is my twin flame?
💝-What lessons do I need to learn to get my manifestations/rewards
🔱-How does [blank] feel about me?
👾-What are my life lessons?
👨🍳-What karma from my past life did I carry to this life?
🧙♀️-Do I know [blank] from a past life?
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WIP Abstract Key words for the types
1 💥🏛♟️🗞✒️☕️💢-Judgement, Competence, Perfection, Effort, indiscriminate, hypocritical, puritan, smiting, resilient, accountability, executive, strict, uptight, present, self-reliant, controlled and controlling, balanced, righteous, sharp, teaching, tight leash, don't waste their time, perceives ppl to be distasteful/disgusting, organized, structured, dissatisfied, punishing,
Examples: Helen (Ozark), Rei Hino (Sailor Moon), Doctor Carr (Mind Hunter), Levi (Attack on Titan), Maka (Soul Eater)
2 ❤🤝🌎💉🫂- Approval, Applause, superficial, Mother Theresa, charitable, people-oriented, caring, helpful, affectionate, wants to solve people's issues, betterment, highlights their own good traits, wants to be without flaws, inspiring, imposing on others, overextends themselves, passive aggressive, needs to be needed, wishes to be the person ppl turn to, diplomatic, prideful, condescending, infantilize people around them, competitive
Examples: Steven (Steven Universe), Historia (Attack on Titan), Katara (Atla)
3 ✨️🥇🎭🪞👏- Cockiness, theatrics, Acting, desireable, becoming someone else, competitive, Self-Pleasure, Extra, Confidence, need to impress others, show-off, Shiny, Vanity, egotistical, fears disappointing, admiration, pushing own limits, the best, convinced they deserve luxury, everything is an Imposition on them, want fans and fame, charming, two-faced, scandalous, first place
Examples: Roy Petty (Ozark), Wendy Byrde (Ozark), Steve Harrington (Stranger Things), Patrick Bateman (American Psycho), Louis (Beastars), Juno (Beastars), Jayce (Arcane), Pina (Beastars), Azula (Atla)
4 ☔️🕸🎨🥀🗣- expression, idealism, black sheep, tryhard, self absorbed, dramatic, nonjudgemental, relatable, understanding, cringe, acceptance, out of pocket, proud of flaws/doesn't attempt to hide them, whimpy, romantizing, poet, emo, outspoken, main character syndrome, need to share themselves, emotional baggage, contrary, calls people out on bs, brings attention to being upset/unsatisfied
Examples: Lapis (Steven Universe), Susanna (Girl Interrupted), Wyatt (Ozark), Sasuke (Naruto), Zuko (Atla)
5 🤖🧠🎮💡🧪- Avoidance, robotical, breakthrough, locked in, spectator, nerdy, little regard for emotion, impersonal, don't admit to faults, monologing, spiteful, productive, innovative, obsessive, focused on work/interests/passions, neglectful of own and everyones needs, forgets others around them, immersed, dedicated, perceive everything as inconvenience to their plan, hermit, developed skills gain them respect,
Examples: Marty Byrde (Ozark), Joe Goldberg (You), Viktor (Arcane), Walter White (Breaking Bad), Rust (True Detective), Peridot (Steven Universe), Hanji (Attack on Titan)
p6 👥️️🍏🩹🏘📈📉- unsure, security/stability-seeking, doubtful, community-oriented, hard-working, dependable, wreck, morality, goodie-2-shoes, believes in doing the right thing, black/white thinking, anxious, goal orientated, wants to prove themselves, unity, getting along, uplifting, togetherness, enjoys being a part of the big whole, interpersonal
Examples: Ami Mizuno (Sailor Moon), Holden Ford (Mindhunter), Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Haru (Beastars), Armin (Attack on Titan), Pearl (Steven Universe)
cp6 👺🚨🗡⚠���🗯- Devotion, Restless, securing, protecting, backing, loyal, sacrificing, daring, guts, opinionated, volatile, guarded, easily irritable, tense, alarming, both impulsive and prepared, don't play by the rules, ruthless, ends justify the means, risk-taking, changes the game, hierarchy, interpersonal, clear guidelines, overlooking, straight to the point, transparent, little effort in trying to get along
Examples: Silco (Arcane), Ruth (Ozark), Eren (Attack on Titan), Arya Stark (Game of Thrones), Eddie Brock (Venom)
7 🎉🪀🍰🤸♀️🔫- Freedom, Escape, consuming, fleeing, playing, partying, Fulfillment, Gluttony, selfish, uncontrolled, adventurous, easily bored, hate negativity, spread positivity, mischievous, chaotic, emotionally raw, simple, hates rules/authority, distraction, childlike behavior, Enjoyment, Vacation, Speed, spending, wants no consequences/no accountability, can't handle criticism, jumpy, positive needs come first and are unfiltered, jokes
Examples: Jinx (Arcane), Amethyst (Steven Universe), Venom (Marvel), Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Spinel (Steven Universe), Usagi (Sailor Moon), Aang (Atla)
8 🔞🥩🥊🚬🗿- Taking up space, demanding, self-assured, presence, grounded, physical, physically enhancing, self-centered, bully, independent, emotionally stunted, leader, rough play, blunt, territorial, alcoholics, thick-skinned, Meathead, rude, barbaric, animalistic, gruff, bars, nightlife, poker, tough, shoot first think later, impulsive, angry, independent, strength
Examples: Vi(Arcane) , Sevika(Arcane), Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things), Lisa (Girl Interrupted), Tyler Durden (Fight Club), Jasper (Steven Universe), Toph (Atla), Garnet (Steven Universe), Bill (Mind Hunter)
9 💤⚰️😶🌫️🍃📺- Blocking, Stasis, unmoving, not fully there, sleeping, unreachable, overwhelmed, exhaustion, despairing, ignoring, uncomfortable with attention, averting, quitters, numbing, want to rest in peace, takes breaks, emotional outbreaks then act like it didn't happen, stay in their lane, compassionate in small ways, doesn't want to burden others, chill, lowkey, cut-off, avoidance
Examples: Jesse (Breaking Bad), Legoshi (Beastars), Jonathan (Stranger Things), Soul (Soul eater)
#ennea#enneagram#ennea 4#ennea 5#ennea 7#ennea 8#ennea 9#ennea 3#ennea 2#ennea 1#ennea 6#core type#mbti personality types#mbti types#enneagram types#tritype#mine
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Glitch Fresh 📂?
🕸Glitch Fresh🕸
🕸the oldest of all
🕸Is dating Nebula and being bisexual
🕸Fatal_Lavander is your ex boyfriend
🕸No kids (for now)
🕸Your Parasite Can Corrupt Souls
(I'm working up the courage to redo your design-)
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Remember Me Pt.1
🕸an: I'm backk, and what if I told you this came to be when speaking to a Peter Parker Ai Bot... anyways! Part 2 is in the works already, and tbh I don't know how many parts this may be. also gif creds to @mercurysstars
🕸Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
🕸Genre: ANGST, fluff (later)
🕸CW: parent death, no way home ending, kinda not exactlycanon I think
🕸Word Count: 2K
🕸Summary: After Dr. Strange did his memory erasing," the estranged daughter of Tony Stark, discovers she's the only one who remembers Peter Parker. In an attempt to restore their friend's memory of Peter, Peter and Taysia grow closer, but how long can her memory of him really last?
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In the heart of New York City, amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, there was a small diner tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. It was a place where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of sizzling bacon, and where the clatter of dishes and the hum of conversation filled the air.
It was here, in this unassuming diner, that y/n had started working as a waitress, weaving her way through the crowded tables every weekend. She had started working there part-time, while in high school, to help pay for her hopeful future at MIT, taking orders and serving up plates of comfort food to the weary souls who found solace in the diner's welcoming embrace.
It was minutes before she could clock out, and y/n had been wiping down the counter, lost in her own thoughts when the door swung open and a familiar figure stepped inside.
Tony Stark, billionaire playboy and renowned inventor, sauntered into the diner with all the confidence and composure of a man who owned the world. He was clad in a sleek suit that cost more than most people's monthly rent, his dark hair tousled and his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Y/n was confused and nervous. She had seen Tony Stark in the headlines countless times, his face plastered across magazine covers and news articles, but she had never imagined she would encounter him in person, let alone in a place like this.
Tony approached the counter with purposeful strides, his gaze fixed on y/n with a piercing intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "You must be Y/n," he said, his voice smooth and commanding. "I've heard good things about you."
Y/n blinked in surprise, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
"I, uh, yes, that's me," y/n stammered, her cheeks flushing with heat. "What can I get for you, Mr. Stark?"
Tony flashed her a curt smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Just Tony is fine," he said, leaning against the counter with casual ease. "I'm here on business, actually. I've been keeping an eye on you, y/n. You're smart, you're capable, and you've got a gift that most people can only dream of."
Y/n's brow furrowed in confusion, her mind racing to catch up with the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Tony's smile faded, replaced by a steely resolve that sent a shiver down y/n's spine. "I want to offer you a job," he said, his voice low and intense. "A job at Stark Industries, working alongside some of the brightest minds in the world. You'll have access to resources and opportunities that most people can only dream of."
Y/n's eyes widened in disbelief, her heart pounding in her chest. A job at Stark Industries? It was an offer she couldn't refuse, a chance to escape the drudgery of her mundane existence and step into a world of limitless possibilities. But what about MIT?
But as she stared into Tony's piercing gaze, a nagging thought tugged at the edges of her consciousness—a question she had been too afraid to ask, too afraid to confront.
"I have been saving up for months to be able to get into MIT, Why me, Why now?" she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.
Tony's expression softened, a hint of sadness flickering behind his eyes. "Because you're special, Y/n," he said simply. "More special than you realize."
And with those words hanging in the air between them, Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out a small envelope, sealed with the emblem of Stark Industries. He placed it gently in y/n's outstretched hand, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary.
"Think about it, Y/n," he said, his voice soft but firm. "And when you're ready, give me a call. I'll be waiting."
And with that, Tony Stark turned and strode out of the diner, leaving y/n standing there in stunned silence, clutching the envelope in her trembling hands.
When she got home later that night, when y/n was alone in her apartment, she mustered the courage to open the envelope and read the letter inside. And as she poured over the words on the page, her heart pounding with excitement and trepidation, she realized the truth that had been staring her in the face all along.
Tony Stark was her father.
The revelation hit her like a thunderbolt, shaking her to her core as she struggled to come to terms with the enormity of it all. Her born from accidental pregnancy? She had always wondered who her father was but could have never imagined she was the daughter of the legendary Tony Stark.
But as she stared down at the letter in her hands, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. The strange sensations that had plagued her for years, the memories that seemed to linger just beyond the edges of her consciousness—they all made sense now.
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Y/n Stark stood before the towering window of her penthouse apartment, the panoramic view of New York City sprawled out before her like a glittering tapestry. The fading rays of the setting sun bathed the skyline in a warm, golden light, casting long shadows across the urban landscape. From her vantage point high above the bustling streets, y/n could see the city pulsating with life, the steady flow of traffic like blood coursing through the veins of a living organism. It has been two years since Tony died, and she is still left with so many questions about herself unanswered.
Before Tony had died, he confessed to her, her real lineage. Her mother was not her mother. Her mother is dead and died when she was little. Tony revealed who your mother was. It was all too much. Of course, y/n believed him so he showed her. An image of her mother, and in an instant memories resurfaced.
In the faded image, y/n saw herself as a young child, cradled in the arms of a woman whose face was obscured by the passage of time. But it wasn't the identity of the woman that caught y/n's attention—it was the glint of recognition in her own eyes, a spark of familiarity that sent a shiver down her spine.
She remembered a time when she had been just a young girl, no older than five or six, playing alone in the sprawling gardens of the Stark mansion. The sun had been shining, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow across the lush greenery, and y/n had been lost in a world of her own imagination.
But then, out of the corner of her eye, she had seen something—a flash of movement, a figure lurking in the shadows. Intrigued, she had followed the mysterious presence, her curiosity leading her deeper into the labyrinthine maze of hedges and shrubbery.
And that's when she had found her—her mother, standing amidst a grove of ancient trees, her hands outstretched toward the heavens as if invoking some unseen power. Y/n had watched in awe as her mother's form seemed to blur and shimmer as if she were weaving a spell of magic that transcended the boundaries of reality itself.
At that moment, y/n had felt a surge of energy course through her veins, a tingling sensation that left her feeling both exhilarated and afraid. It was as if her very essence had been infused with the power of the universe, awakening something dormant and long-forgotten within her soul.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the moment had passed. Her mother had turned to face her, her eyes shining with a mixture of love and sorrow, before fading away like a wisp of smoke on the wind.
But the memory had lingered, etched into the fabric of y/n's consciousness like a scar on her soul.
Hours were spent conducting experiments and research, exploring the limits of y/n's abilities, and pushing the boundaries of what was possible. But as the days turned into weeks, and Tony became increasingly preoccupied with other matters, their investigations were pushed to the side, left unfinished and unresolved.
And now, with Tony Stark gone and y/n left to grapple with the truth on her own, she was faced with more questions than answers. What was the true extent of her powers? How had she come to possess them in the first place? And what did it all mean for her future?
The truth is that it didn’t matter. Tony was gone, and she now was accepted into MIT, she had other things to worry about now. Well, at least that's what she thought until the “shift happened”.
It was morning, a week into winter break when she felt it—a strange, disorienting sensation that washed over her like a sudden gust of wind. It was as if the very air around her had shifted, leaving her feeling unmoored and adrift in a sea of uncertainty.
At first, y/n had dismissed it as nothing more than a trick of the mind, a fleeting moment of vertigo brought on by exhaustion or stress. But as days went by she knew something was terribly wrong.
It all started when she turned on the TV and the channel "The Daily Fix" hosted by the nosy and annoying J. Jonah Jameson was on. Y/n didn’t care for the usual news but kept it on as she made her morning coffee. She was mid-coffee pour when she heard Jameson criticizing Spider-Man once again, claiming he was a coward for hiding his identity. But that didn’t make sense because he was just the one outing Peter Parker as Spider-Man, so how could his identity be hidden? It didn’t make sense, but honestly, she was too happy about her acceptance to look into it. In fact, that reminded her that she meant to gush to MJ about it.
Y/n called MJ, and they expressed their secret excitement for MIT.
"Ugh, the fall is going to be so fun, MJ. I literally can’t wait. Did you ever find out if Ned and Peter got in?"
"Oh yeah, Ned got in, but uh, who’s Peter?"
"Ha ha, very funny, MJ. Did you guys get in a fight or something?"
"No, what, Y/n?"
"Peter. Peter Parker. The nerdy guy you are like totally in love with…"
"Y/n, I don’t know what you are talking about, but I have to go. I’ll see you later. Be safe!"
"Uh, okay, bye, see you later."
Why is MJ acting like she doesn't know Peter? Y/n dialed Ned's number, her mind racing with questions and confusion. As the phone rang, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at the edges of her consciousness.
"Hey, Y/n, what's up?" Ned's voice crackled over the line, filled with warmth and familiarity.
"Ned, it's me," Y/n began, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I just talked to MJ, and she acted like she didn't know who Peter was. She said she doesn't remember him at all. Do you know what's going on?"
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line.
“Peter?”
Y/n felt her heart drop.
“Ned, is this some kind of prank that you two are pulling on me? Cause it’s not funny, everything has been all weird lately and-”
“Y/n, I have no reason to prank you, I have no idea who Peter is.”
“Oh- Okay pretend I never asked, also congrats on MIT, I have to go but ill see you soon.”
“Okay see ya, I hope things get better!”
As y/n hung up the phone, her mind raced with a whirlwind of questions and confusion. Why did MJ and Ned act like they didn't know Peter? And what was going on with the strange shift she had felt in the air lately? The pieces of the puzzle refused to fit together, leaving her feeling more lost and bewildered than before. But amidst the chaos of her thoughts, one thing remained clear—she needed answers. And the only person who could provide them was Peter Parker himself.
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#peter parker x reader#peter parker#peter parker x you#peter parker angst#peter parker fanfiction#peter parker imagine#peter parker x y/n#tom holland x reader#tom holland x you#tom holland fluff#tom holland fanfiction#tom holland x y/n#peter parker x stark!reader
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@widowxredacted
(Loosely MCU canon based. Major difference Natasha either does not die for the soul stone or does not stay dead. Natasha’s choice. Roughly during the same time period as Hawkeye / Falcon & Winter Soldier)
|-🕸-⧗-🕸-| Yelena hadn’t seen Natasha since they took down General Dreykov together. Yelena had been working on finding the remaining Black Widows to deactivate them. She still needed to figure out what to do to help the Widows once they have been given their power of free will back. Yelena had wondered if she could ask Natasha for help, or ask the Avengers to help but she was unsure if they even would let alone whether or not they would allow that many Black Widows to exist. That’s not what she was at Natasha’s place about. Yelena, had woken up from the blip, confused. She had been trying to track her sister down since then. She wanted to make sure she was okay. Obviously Yelena knew that she was alive. If she wasn’t Yelena would have known about it already, found out, but she had only kept hearing about a Black Widow working with the Avengers. And да (da; yes) it could be another Black Widow but honestly does anyone really believe there would be more than one Black Widow working with the Avengers?
Yelena sat in a chair, leaned back with her feet propped up on Natasha’s couch, waiting for her Старшая сестра (Starshaya sestra; Older sister) to come home. If her intel was correct then Natasha should be coming home soon, within a few hours of Yelena getting to Natasha’s house supposedly.
#widowxredacted#natasha romanoff#black widow#white widow#yelena belova#the-innumerable-heroes#rpthread#yin ⧗ yang
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