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nottoofondofgaypeople · 3 months

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xerith u know ima take advantage of the scene rewrite offer. hit me with that s2 ep52 scene where laurance cuts off aphmau in her (very demeaning and dismissive) spiel to basically let her know that he can’t ignore the idea of the portal nearby

Went back and rewatched the episode. Realized Laurance doesn't even know the portal is fully opened. Got mad about it. Bone appetit.

I'm gonna start off the rewrite of this scene with some dialogue from the original that'll lead into the better version of the scene.

Bit of context, at this point Irena and Laurance are still together, but their relationship has become increasingly strained due to a mixture of the calling, Garroth being gone, the general horrors of MCD storytelling, and Laurance killing all those people at that wedding.

"I can't stand seeing people be forced to do something," Laurance expressed, running an uneasy hand through his hair. It was starting to get long again... "It reminds me too much of what happened in the Nether." His heart ached. "A-And it wasn't just me. Vylad, Zenix... Maybe even Vincent..."

"Laurance," Irena started carefully, hesitating before she put a hand on his shoulder. "I understand what you're trying to do. And my answer is yes, you may turn into a Shadow Knight in order to learn how to control it. But please... Please..." Her voice broke slightly on the second please. "Don't let your emotions control your actions."

"I-I'm sorry. I think I'm just... Off." His eyes drifted to the cave entrance. He could feel the energy present pulling him in. Calling him. It was stronger than it had ever been. He couldn't tell if it was because of himself or the portal.

"It's okay. Just let me handle it." She pulled her hand away, the warmth present from it evaporating in an instant. It left Laurance feeling cold.

"What, the portal? I-I've been to the Nether, I feel like I'm the best to assess it."

"Laurance, I don't... I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Because who knows if it's active or not--"

"You know." Irena froze. "You know because you activated it."

"Vylad told you?"

"He wanted to make sure I knew before I approached it." Laurance looked back to her, basically forcing eye contact despite the lack of need for it.

"I was trying to seal it..."

"You should know you can't do that."

"It worked before, didn't it?! I saw the wolves do it!"

"The wolves were trained to do it, Irena. Their elder was an expert in realm magic, that's why he looked after the portal. Don't you realize you put yourself in danger with a stunt like that? What if it had rebounded onto you and hurt you?" Irena looked away, even taking a step towards the portal.

"Still, I don't think it's a good idea for you to go to it."

"Don't avoid the conversation." Despite being blind, he reached perfectly for her shoulder, forcing her to stay even if she couldn't look at him. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I--"

"And don't tell me that you didn't think it was important." Irena went silent. "How long were you planning on lying to me?"

"...I wasn't lying to you."

"You just weren't going to tell me the truth."

"Laurance, I-I didn't want you to worry about it. I figured we'd come up with some solution eventually to close it--"

"And you thought I wouldn't want to help with that?!"

"We don't know what'll happen if you go near it!"

"Vylad said he was fine standing next to it!"

"But Vylad has 15 years of controlling this! I didn't want to risk you losing control if you got too close."

"If that's the case, why didn't you tell me you tried to seal it in the first place? Why didn't you tell me it got worse? What if I had gone in there and it started working on me before you could catch me?"

"But that wouldn't happen--"

"Because you'd keep me on a short enough leash."

"N-No, it's not like that--"

"Then what is it like, Irena?! What was your plan here?!" She finally looked at him. Sage green eyes stared back at her. Not a hint of red in them. This wasn't the calling or the portal pulling on his anger. This was just Laurance. Knowing that, she turned away, putting her hand on his.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." She removed his hand from her shoulder. "I won't stop you from going to the portal if you want to, but please, try to maintain control." Laurance took a shaky breath. He was tired of her running, but she wasn't going to stop. Not while they weren't home. He'd have to confront her later.

"How bad is it?"

"Vylad already told you everything, didn't he?"

"I'm not asking Vylad. I'm asking you."

"It's... Bad. Worse than any portal I've seen. The magic may not have rebounded onto me, but it did rebound. It's a portal large enough... for an army." Laurance sighed, stepping ahead of her, but stopping short.

"Next time... Please don't lie to me." She didn't respond. It made Laurance angrier. "Irena--"

"What?! What do you want from me? To lie again by saying I won't lie to you?!" He turned around in a fury. Still his eyes remained the same.

"I want you to feel like you don't have to lie to me! I-I want to have a conversation with the love of my life where I don't second guess what she tells me! How can I trust anything you say when you can't even pretend like you won't lie to me again?!"

Laurance's words echoed in the valley nearby. They echoed in his mind as they always did, as they always had since her first thought of them. Since he first found out from Vylad she didn't tell him. At first he gave her the benefit of the doubt, there was a lot going on at the time. Her focus was on the safety of her sons. But then... She still didn't tell him. And then she tried to keep him from it. How much was she going to "forget" to tell him before it was intentional? How much was he willing to tolerate?

The inability to answer those questions, the inability of both of them to answer Laurance's questions, it made him turn away. It made him walk away from her, even if he faintly heard a sniffle from her. It brought him just to the edge of the cave. He could feel the pull of the portal, like another person grabbing his arm and leading him to it. The hands even felt familiar. They felt like Gene.

Instead he turned away again. Took his stance outside the portal room with crossed arms and a furrowed brow. And even though he knew it wasn't necessary, even though he knew that he couldn't see her like this, he still narrowed his eyes at Irena as she walked into the portal room. He still glared at her when she left. He hated being angry with her, but it's all he could feel. It's all she let him feel when she tried to brush him off like that.

Irena's tendency to try and ignore unfavorable subjects was something Laurance was intimately familiar with. She did it all the time with Shadow Knight and Nether related stuff. She tried to focus on the positive and only address the negative when it was literally banging down her door demanding action. He remembered arguing with her over the chances of going to war with O'Khasis, how dismissive she was of the idea because she didn't want to believe O'Khasis would truly do that. He remembered the conversations they and Garroth had about this very issue.

The hope was that she would get better, that she would talk to them about serious issues, that she would address them properly with them. But ever since Lilian meddled in things, turned Garroth against her over a single instance, she seemingly regressed. Refused to talk to anyone about these issues unless they forced her hand. Laurance hated forcing her to do anything. He'd rather she feel comfortable just... telling him things.

That was the day Laurance started coming to terms with the inevitable fallout. Whether he wanted to or not, he knew that things were only going to get worse from here. He wasn't going to be able to be nice about this for long, and Irena always reacted badly when someone pointed out her shortcomings. What had once been a fun quirk of their banter was going to snowball into something capable of ending their relationship. He couldn't stand the thought.

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cameracorey · 1 year

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EverymanHybrid reacts to their S/o being a part of Marble Hornets before you moved to Jersey.

(Characters: vincent, Jeff, and Evan, plus a little bit of Habit

Requested: Nope!

Requests are open!

Please do remember my requests are open! And I’m fully ready to do some requests! :]

Vincent:

-Oh man, he’s shocked, I mean not really, he had known you looked familiar to him but he could never place his finger on it.

-But then he realized what exactly that meant, and boy oh boy does he become very very worried about you.

-Asking if you were alright and if you needed some help when it came to coping with what had happened back in Alabama.

-”Baby, are you sure you’re ok? From what I saw from that channel everything wasn’t alright and you went through so much..”

-He will make sure you don’t get yourself involved in all the drama and problems he’s having to deal with.

-Make sure to reassure him before you leave the house that you have taken your meds and you have your phone on you in case you need to call him.

Jeff:

-He didn’t really believe you at first, he thought you were joking with him. But when he relooked at all the stuff from the Marble Hornets youtube channel he immediately realized you weren’t lying to him.

-Constantly checking up on you. Worried that if he turns his back on you for even a second you would disappear and get hurt.

-Just like Vinny he is very worried about you, making sure you keep in contact with him. “Baby? Where are you right now?” He would always ask you that question when you were out of the house. Sometimes you really couldn’t blame him, he was just worried that you would get hurt or even worse get killed.

-If he realized the same slenderman is the same one that had traumatized you back in Alabama, you can be sure he starts to plan out how to try and murder this thing.

Evan/a little bit of Habit:

Oh boy…He’s fucking pissed, not at you. He could never be mad at his S/o, but hes mad at that goddam stick in the fucking mud.

-”It..did all that to you..and caused all that shit to go down?” Evan would say as he tried to calm his anger before he blew a fuse and just stormed out of the house to go kill that fucker.

-Just like Jeff and Vinny he would be worried when you go outside and when you are out of the house for long periods of time. But he would message you instead of call you.

‘Firefly? Let me know if you're still ok and where you are.’

-Make sure you take your meds and sets a time schedule for you, just to be extra careful.

-If he was honest he would let Habit take more control time so the demon could plan out how to kill stick in the mud. Habit loved the amount of time he was able, I mean he could just take control anytime he wanted but. It was more fun seeing Evan let him take control.

-I’ll just say that if the stick in the mud tries to attack you again, Evan and Habit are ready to fucking throw hands.

#everymanhybrid #vincent everyman #evan myers #Habit #jeff everymanhybrid #x reader #one shot #slenderverse #marble hornets #Alex kralie #jay merrick #tim wright #brian marble hornets #Creepypastaxreader #requests are open!#requests

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halloweenbitch2764 · 29 days

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Im sorry but Im just checking because the first time I sent my ask, it said error occurred. So Im resending this again just in case the first one didn’t come through!

Could you do NSFW FemFarmer x Penny when Farmer slept with many people in the past, but it’s Penny’s first time. Farmer kinda brags about it when they’re doing the deed, teasing Penny for being inexperienced, causing Penny to feel insecure. Oh, but give happy ending please! Love your works by the way! ❤️

I got it the first time so don't worry! I've just been contemplating how I want to write this one. Also I have yet to have actually romanced Penny so forgive if this feels OOC. I'm writing this based on how I see her.

THIS MAY BE A MULTIPLE PART READ. IF YOU ENJOY PLEASE COMMENT AND LET ME KNOW YOU WANT PART 2!

Experienced Reader, Inexperienced Penny (Part 1?)

Finally, you and Penny had some alone time. Between Pam being around, Penny teaching Jas and Vincent, and you doing your farm work, it seemed like you didn't really get to be around Penny like you wanted to. You two had been dating for a couple of months at this point.

You sat on her bed, watching as Penny cleaned up a couple of things that were on her bedroom floor. "Have you ever thought about having sex with me?" You asked, breaking the silence. Penny froze, and for a moment, you feared you had been too forward. "I mean, I totally get if not -" "Yes, I've thought about it." It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the full truth. She'd thought about it. She'd actually gotten off to the thought when she knew her mother was passed out for the night.

A blush dusted your face. It was the answer you hoped for but didn't necessarily expect. "Soooooo would you be interested?" She stood in front of you, making you look up at her. Your hands rested on her hips as you asked the question. "Yes, I would be." Her cheeks were rosy red, and she seemed shy at admitting to it.

You did a cheer in your mind before you suddenly pulled her skirt down. She squeaked, which made you laugh. "Damn baby, relax." She was wearing a pair of black panties underneath. "Sorry." She mumbled, causing you to chuckle. "No need to apologize. Guess I'm more used to it than you." You pulled her onto your lap and kissed her.

It started off slow but soon became more passionate, giving gentle bites at her lower lip and licking it. She seemed so shy to what was happening, but she didn't back away. Your hands moved to her shirt buttons, and you took it off of her, throwing it to the floor. You broke the kiss after a minute. "Take my shirt off." You instructed, and she did as told. Then she started to take your bra off. Well, tried. "Can't even get my bra off? Damn you must be new to this." You teased. She huffed softly in embarrassment while you took your bra off.

She copied your movements, taking her own bra off. You moved her so she was lying on her bed, and you crawled on top of her. You straddled her hips and let your hands play with her tits. Your thumbs ran over her nipples which hardened under your touch. Her breathing became more labored and uneven.

You started kissing her neck and slowly moved down to her collarbone and then her breasts. You wrapped your lips around her nipples, sucking on them and running your tongue over them gently. Soft whimpers came from Penny. You repeated your actions on her other breast before moving down. You pressed soft kisses to her stomach before reaching her panty line.

You looked up at her to see if she wanted you to stop, but she didn't. You pressed a kiss to her cunt through her panties. A soft, teasing gasp came from you. "Ooooo, somebody is excited." You teased. She hid her face in her hands in embarrassment. "So inexperienced." She suddenly frowned, shifting a bit as the mood seemed to change.

"What's wrong?" She avoided eye contact for a moment before she spoke. "I just... you've made a few comments about how I don't know what I'm doing. It's making me feel insecure and really inexperienced. I know I don't know what I'm doing, but you don't have to point it out." She rubbed her arm as she spoke. You hadn't mentioned her inexperience to make her insecure. It was more just to tease her some.

"I'm sorry I made you feel like that. I was just teasing you. I know this is all new to you, and I don't expect you to be an expert. You're doing great so far." She nodded a bit, and you kissed her gently. "Just relax, alright?" You said softly. She nodded again.

You moved back to your position between her legs and pulled her panties off. You kissed her upper inner thighs, nipping gently ever so often. Soft whines and whimpers came from Penny. You licked her pussy lips teasingly slow and her breath hitched. Suddenly, you let your tongue lick her slit. A soft gasp and moan came from her. You mentally giggled at the noises.

Your tongue gently swirled around her clit and poked at her entrance. Her hands went to your hair, and gripped it at the feeling as your tongue continued to move. She tasted sweet and even better than you could have imagined. You let your tongue play with her clit. Her hips bucked a bit at the feeling, and you used your strength to pin her hips to the bed.

You pushed a finger in her gently. She was soaking wet, and it didn't take long for you to add a second finger. She started moaning softly, sometimes muffling herself with her hand if she felt like she was being too loud.

"Fuck, fuck I-I'm close." She moaned out. Her fingers gripped your hair tighter. Your tongue ministrations became quicker, following the pattern that seemed to be getting her close. It wasn't long before she let out a loud moan and her cunt throbbed around your fingers.

She panted softly as you pulled your fingers out, licking the cum off of them as Penny blushed brightly at the sight (though it was impossible to tell).

After a little bit of catching her breath, she grinned at you. "Do you want me to try and make you cum now?"

#stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #sdv #sdv x reader #stardew valley penny #stardew valley penny x reader #sdv penny #sdv penny x reader

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leffee · 22 days

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Day 4: Lake house

Important info, like actually important: this fic/drabble was directly inspired by my conversation with @lpsluvblr AND is actually partly "written" by them too. The beginning as well as a good chunk of the dialogue was written and sent to me by them (we were just bouncing some ideas around as you do).

While I did edit it to fit my style and this specific story as well as added stuff like dialogue tags and basically everything between words, like half of this story is (in this way) by her.

Just to show you what I mean at the end I will give an example.

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Vinnie lay still on the sterile hospital bed, his mind a foggy abyss where memories danced just out of reach as his eyes fluttered open. The soft hums and beeps of machines as well as the distant chatter of nurses filling the room greeted him, but Vinnie felt lost in a world of uncertainty. His breath felt uneven and heavy, his mind scrabbled about for any recollection of the events leading up to this moment, but each attempt only deepened the dull ache throbbing in his head which just enhanced the pain in his chest. Fragments of images flashed before his eyes - water, blurred darkness, quickly disappearing light - but nothing coherent enough to grasp.

Just when his mind was starting to make sense again, his train of thought was interrupted by a screech of the opening door followed by the loudest silent gasp.

“Vinnie, what the hell were you thinking?” Was the first thing that escaped Sunil’s mouth once he reached the bed. “You scared the living daylights out of me!”

Vinnie gaped at the other dumbly for a moment before he managed to utter in a monotone, whistling voice, “Relax, Sunil, I'm fine. It's just… a scratch.” He tried to catch his breath in between words.

“A scratch? You call this a scratch!?” Sunil spat out, stopping his hands just in time before they could grasp his friend’s wrinkled clothes. “You were lucky to survive that! Do you- do you even remember what happened?”

“We were… hanging out in that lake house we had rented, I… went outside, and then I was in… that lake.”

“That’s… surprisingly coherent.” Sunil stared at the other while clenching the side rail of the bed and then sighed. “But yes, since you know exactly what happened you know it’s not just a scratch! I’m not even sure how long you had been lying face down in the water when you were found!”

“Hm. Who found me?”

“Penny. She wanted to catch some fresh air and then saw you. You… you could have…”

“I guess I should thank her now…” Vinnie’s whisper trailed off, his half-lidded eyes fixed on the ceiling for a while before returning to meet the golden ones, “Still, I'm tough, I've… been through worse.” He coughed dryly.

“Tough!?” Sunil hollered, leaning closer to Vinnie’s face, almost tugging at the numerous tubes connected to his friend. “That's not the point, Vincent, you could have died out there! Died! Do you even realize that?”

“Look, I get it, okay?” Vinnie huffed, not breaking their staring contest. “But I'm here now, aren't I? Calm down…”

“Just because you're here doesn't mean you're okay. You have a pneumonia, some respiratory syndrome and who knows what else. You need to take this seriously,” Sunil emphasized in a strong voice, maybe stronger than anyone has ever heard from him, that was certainly true in Vinnie’s case who sighed breathlessly and rolled his eyes.

“I'll be fine, Sunil. …I just need some rest and I'll be back on… my feet in no time.”

“Oh, my fucking-!” Sunil’s hands reached to pull on his hair as an animalistic growl escaped him. “You always brush things off like they're nothing, but this time, it's different! You need to listen to me, Vinnie! Your life is not a joke-.”

“Well, everyone sure treats it like that!” Vinnie abruptly hissed through clenched teeth making Sunil flinch.

“W-what?”

“You heard me, everyone… treats my life like a joke!” Vinnie repeated this time with even more force in a hoarse voice. “Everyone… everyone treats me like a joke!” His voice died down only to come back with twice the force despite the ever-breaking breaths. “Who gives a shit if I die?! Honestly, who would care? Everyone I… meet just thinks I'm a stupid inconvenience who can't take care of himself. And look… maybe they're right…” He gestured stiffly at himself.

“Vinnie…” Sunil's voice softened as he finally slumped into the seat next to his friend. “That's not true, not at all. And you can take care of yourself, I know, it's not your fault you fell into that lake-.”

“How do you know it's not my fault? How do you know I haven't done that on purpose?”

Just when Sunil thought the situation couldn't get any worse.

Suddenly, the room became quiet, and Vinnie wasn't facing him anymore.

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So far in those May (why tf the names of months are capitalized in English, I keep forgetting about that ;-;) prompts Vinnie either dies or causes someone else to die, that's it, wtf (aside from day 2)

He needs some milk

And here's the promised example:

“Tough!?” Sunil hollered, leaning closer to Vinnie’s face, almost tugging at the numerous tubes connected to his friend. “That's not the point, Vincent (changed from Vinnie), you could have died out there! Died! Do you even realize that?”

The stuff in red is what I added, the original color is what they wrote (and I stole), so that's what I mean saying that they wrote a good chunk of like half of the dialogue in this one but I edited some of it and added stuff.

#lps 2012 #may prompts #day 4

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blametheeditor · 4 months

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Promise

Run Down: A case study of Scott and Vincent

Content Warnings: cursing, mentions of death, mentions of murder, mentions of the afterlife and cheating death, mentions of dehumanization, existentialism

We Are Blaming The Editor

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“What if I couldn��t save you?”

Scott feels almost frozen at the words. Looks up from his desk covered in miscellaneous papers, all needing to be finished by the morning at the latest, yet Vincent is almost demanding his attention. Not just with his words, but with intense look stating this is an important question.

So Scott doesn’t hesitate to set the paper and highlighter he had been holding off to the side. Gives his best friend an attentive yet confused look. “Where did this come from?”

The purple man gives a thoughtful hum. A habit he’s always had, though memories of it being a full tune as they unwound springlocks reminds Scott that’s yet another thing that changed. That despite still being by each other’s sides, they have both gone through so much.

Vincent hasn’t really been a person for a long time. Gave it up to be the perfect machine for Afton. Follows Scott when inspections need to be conducted, but usually due to an order he’s to assist while keeping certain stubborn employees ‘in line’. Seeming almost...content most of the time. Like everything he could ever want is his.

This? Second guessing their past? It’s a little terrifying.

Amber eyes look him over. Seem as if this will be waved away, his best friend vanishing once again for who knows how long.

“If you had the chance, would you leave me?”

Not Afton. Not this living hell. Vincent. But asking if he’d leave Vincent is asking if he would take the chance to finally escape.

“No.”

“I think you’re lying, Scotty,” the purple man accuses. Though with a playful tone. Scott won’t be punished for telling the truth.

“No,” he repeats. “Because I could’ve saved you. And I failed.”

They had been walking back to Afton’s office when Vincent suddenly stopped. Which meant Scott walked directly through his best friend, gasping for air he can never breathe at the feeling of his very essence being pulled. Clutches at his chest despite no longer possessing a beating heart at the sudden and unwelcomed reminder of what it felt like when he died.

He whirls around to yell at his best friend. Feels his anger dissipate at the look aimed toward him.

Vincent suddenly can’t meet his eyes, looking everywhere but at Scott. Something so uncharacteristic, and yet so familiar. Making the ghost yet again think back to when they were sitting in parts and service. Both of them terrified one would reject the other.

“What if I could’ve saved you?”

Scott almost wants to ask they don’t talk about this. Because they can’t change the past, and he would much rather not think about ‘what ifs’ surrounding his own death. Not when even after twenty years, he still isn’t completely used to the fact he can only spectate the world around him. Can never greet an old friend if they came into town, or tell his sons how much he loves them. He can’t even erase the damn tapes that caused his death. Not even Afton knows he accompanies Vincent wherever the purple man goes.

“What do you mean?” he asks instead.

“I mean, if I got there in time, if I had saved you, would you still be by my side?”

Scott stares at his best friend. Someone who most people see as a monster, and some days he’ll admit he thinks that too. Who also looks like the world might fall to the ground before shattering into a million pieces. That despite everything is still the same person who flashed a lopsided grin before declaring they won’t be leaving each other’s side anytime soon.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Vincent gives him a piercing stare. “Because it was the least I could’ve done. They wouldn’t have killed you if it wasn’t for me.”

Scott clenches his fists to try and ground himself, to not be thrown into the horrific memory of just what Vincent’s actions caused all over again. Feels something akin to regret for having agreed to a friendship. Because they both know it’s true, that he would be alive if not for the man in front of him.

“I could just leave, you know,” Scott murmurs. “I...I felt it. The option to stay here or go. And I won’t lie, I wanted to go. But I saw you, Vince, and I decided to stay.”

Because they are in this mess together. The other ‘what if’ that always comes to mind is if Scott failed Vincent. That he could’ve kept the purple man from going down the road that ended with them standing here, on a winter afternoon that can only be told by the calendar and the trees missing their leaves, one dead with the other held together by an endoskeleton and sheer will. That if he reached out, maybe they could’ve had a happy ending.

“I don’t know if I earned that choice, Scotty.”

“Then earn it. Give me a reason to stay.”

There’s a reason Scott was given the official job of staying in parts and service whenever Vincent had to do the full-scale annual maintenance on the animatronics. He’s Fazbear’s head mechanic and knew each and every model inside and out, has even proven multiple times he can take apart an endoskeleton to rebuild essentially from scratch without needing any blueprints. The only issue is the long haired man can’t be trusted to remember to take care of himself during that grueling week.

Case and point, Scott had been gone five minutes to get them lunch, and he comes back to Vincent tightening a screw while ignoring an alarmingly long gash on his arm.

His entrance hadn’t even been noticed going based upon the surprised look as he yanks Vincent away from the table in order to have a proper look at it. Grumbles under his breath as he grabs the first aid kit to make sure his idiot of a best friend doesn’t die from infection. Thank God tinnitus shots are mandatory.

“What would I do without you?”

“Bleed out somewhere,” the shorter snaps. “Honestly, Vince, I was gone for five minutes. What the hell even happened!”

“...I tried to lift Freddy up.”

Vincent sputters as the nearest rag used to clean his hands of oil is thrown at his face, Scott not even having to pause his work on cleaning the wound to accomplish it. Teach the taller to try and lift the endoskeleton three times his weight without help. No, that rule of never doing such a dangerous task alone is apparently only for Scott. Despite the fact that it’s been proven time and time again to be a bad idea considering both the gash and the fact Freddy doesn’t look like he shifted so much as an inch.

“You owe me.”

Vincent leans over to rest his elbow on the table, fist propping his head up to watch Scott finish patching him up. Don’t think he doesn’t notice that’s the Toreador March being hummed. “What? The honor of making sure I don’t keel over isn’t enough?”

Scott shows no remorse grabbing the shell to Freddy’s head and lobbing it at Vincent’s chest, turning away from his best friend’s fearful cry as the momentum sends his chair falling backwards, both man and head crashing onto the floor. “Nope.”

“Scotty,” is wheezed from out of sight, said traitor happily eating his portion of pizza. “What the fuck. You’re supposed to save me, not stab me and leave me to die.”

“Stop being dramatic.”

Vincent ‘claws’ at the counter in order to lift himself off the ground, glaring up at the smug expression when he only succeeds in getting one arm up. “Not dramatic. That fucking hurt, asshole.”

He’ll admit he’s being a little childish. Though it’s hard not to when you’re used to entertaining the hoards of children that come to the restaurants daily. But he’d rather have Vincent get the breath knocked out of him from falling out of a chair instead of possibly getting himself killed. Teach him this works both ways. Jayden and Brayden love their uncle too much just for him to disappear all because he couldn’t wait five minutes for help.

And Scott could never imagine life without him. “I think it was well deserved.”

There’s a dramatic fall before Vincent slowly stands back up. Looks at Scott with an unreadable expression.

“Do you think we always find each other?”

He didn’t know how long he waited to be freed from what could only be described as hell on earth. Trapped in the dark for almost twenty years, only able to tell how much time passed based on the muffled sounds from beyond the four walls he had been sealed inside. Left to rot away. Never letting himself contemplate death as being an option.

Scott nearly gave in. The same day he heard a hammer pounding away at what had once been a door to the room for only employees and became the boarded entrance to his tomb. He was so far gone he hadn’t realized the stale air was trying to escape through an opening. One that was being blocked by a tall figure.

“I can’t believe I finally found you.”

Scott hears that. The voice of someone he had killed for. Died for. Opens his eyes to see Vincent looking him up and down with a mixture of despair and longing.

He can’t hold himself back. Faintly remembers he doesn’t look like himself anymore, locked inside of Spring Bonnie. But Vincent is here, and he’s not going to let him go, ever.

The long haired man looks confused as Scott moves, watches as terror appears, mouth opening to say something. Whatever it was, it becomes nothing more than a strangled noise as he gently grabs his best friend. Pulls the struggling form acting as if death itself is dragging him to hell into a protective hug.

“Vince, you came.”

There’s a long moment of silence. Vincent’s panicked breathing gradually slowing down.

“Sc-Scotty?”

He’ll admit he hadn’t realized there was confusion on who Vincent found. Now the reaction makes a little more sense. “Yeah, it’s me. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Scott feels a hand gently pushing against his chest. He obliges the request, opening his arms so the trembling figure can take a proper look at him. Chuckles at the fact he’s actually taller than Vincent now. Feels his heart drop at the sight of tears.

“I thought you were dead! You left me! What- how did this-?”

That’s all that could be said before arms are wrapping around him. Clinging. Scott unable to do anything but hold Vincent close as he sobs.

“I won’t leave you again.”

There wasn’t a single entity that would be able to answer how Scott managed to get paired up with something like Vincent. There has to be a reason. Because if there isn’t then he’s nothing more than a plaything. But at this point he’s unsure if even God would know the truth.

And yet, he can’t imagine being anywhere else.

“Would it have been better if we never met?”

That was the same question as if it would be better if they were never born.

Scott looks up to see Vincent staring out at nothing before tilting his head until their eyes meet. “If we hadn’t, you’d be dead, Vince.”

No one else wanted to wear the Fredbear suit. Vincent would’ve been completely alone in the back room when Spring Bonnie started to unwind. Scott had barely managed to crank them back in on time. One second more, and the few scars where the springlocks had drew blood wouldn’t be reminders of the danger, but where fatal spokes would’ve been driven home.

“...maybe that would’ve been for the best, Scotty.”

Those words make it feel as if he’s being impaled by the very springlocks they’ve faced together. Every performance, well aware one wrong move could be the end for them. Make a pact that they’ll stay by each other’s sides come hell or highwater.

He looks away. “And I would’ve been right behind you.”

What they have, it’s not ‘friendship’. It’s too toxic to be good for either of them. For God’s sake, Scott is nothing more than a pet to the purple man. But the one thing Vincent did was give him a purpose.

His best friend makes a soft sound in the back of his throat. “You don’t think your life would’ve been better without me in it?”

It’s not an accusatory question, yet Scott despises it.

“It wasn’t worth living before I met you.” His eyes burn as he hears rather than sees the taller sit down beside him. Doesn’t move away as he’s leaned against for silent support. “We all make mistakes. Apparently, you and I tend to always make the worst ones. But I wouldn’t have gotten this far if you weren’t there.”

‘This far’ is far from a good life. Far from a happy one. It’s filled with terror, and desperation, and more than enough regrets.

Vincent isn’t one of them. Letting his best friend stumble and fall to where they are right now is, but Vincent himself isn’t. Not the man who taught him that he was worth more than he originally thought.

“And I clearly wouldn’t have without you.”

“Then tell me you’ll always be there,” Scott growls. Turns his head so they look each other in the eyes. “In every life, no matter what, we’re a team until the very end.”

For the first time in a long time, Vincent smiles. “I promise.”

#I swear I am not lying #this is all the Editor's fault #'oh it'd be a cool idea to think about how Scott and Vincent are soul bonded. that'd be a good story to delve into.'#it was #but it was not #we curse the Editor in this household #but I swear SCP to follow #until then I hope you liked it!#have a great day!#FNAF bois #BTE writing #cw #content warning

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holly-louisexox · 1 year

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Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 9

Masterlist

"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices...

...But then things changed.

Not my GIF

"You so would have been impressed by my ballet skills." Delia laughs as she and Andy walk through the hotel towards where the rooms were; they were rather lucky in the case that everyone had a room in the same area of the hotel.

"Still on about the ballet?" Andy shakes his head trying to conceal his grin. "I'll ask you about that when you're sober, I guarantee you won't want to show off your moves then."

"Fuck! I left my key in Shevy's bag!" Delia curses turning back to face Andy after having realised her key was not in her jacket pocket.

"Fuck sake Delia! How could you be so stupid?" Andy groans before instantly catching his chill. "It's fine, there's a sofa in my room, I'll just take that. Come on."

"Don't flatter yourself Andy, you wouldn't be the first guy I've shared a bed with and it not be romantic." Delia scoffs slightly as she follows Andy to his room.

"You're the one who said it was a shame I'm attractive cause I'm massive dickhead." Andy shakes his head again whilst feeling that same slight smile pull at his lips; he'd be lying if he said these couple of weeks hadn't changed how he feels about people, Delia standing her ground against him definitely shook him a little. It's not that he wanted people to be scared of him or not bother with him but no one in the band had really stood up against him, just kind of got on with it and that allowed Andy the chance to wallow in his anxieties and sadness in the hopes that they would disappear eventually

"And it wasn't a lie." Delia grins before scrunching her face up as she realises her outfit. "Do you have a shirt I can borrow? If I sleep in this dress a tit will most likely fall out and nobody wants to see that."

"Oh, erm, yeah. Yeah I do, I'll grab you one." Andy replies in shock; Andy knew he was socially awkward but when he was around Delia it was a whole other level, probably because of how annoying he always found her but he had agreed to be civil so civil is what he will be. "Here."

"Thanks... Erm, would you mind turning around please?" Delia's grin turns awkward, Andy wasn't the only one who now felt the sudden tension in the room.

"Oh, yeah, yeah sure." Andy stutters slightly before turning around allowing Delia to change; honestly he didn't understand why she couldn't change in the bathroom, same time it was probably a good thing in case she fell and hurt herself or something.

"Okay I'm good." Delia informs Andy making him turn around to see her placing her now folded dress on the back of the little chair in the room before she throws herself backwards onto the double bed. "Is it weird that I love hotel beds? I feel like they're always more comfortable, like sleeping on a cloud or something."

"I can't say I've ever thought about it." Andy replies trying not to stare at the girl in his shirt. Sure he found Delia to be very pretty but she was also very annoying, he had to remember that part. plus with this tour things were already awkward. "You sure you don't want me on the sofa?"

"Don't make a mole hill mountain." Delia grumbles before climbing under the duvet.

"The saying is 'don't make a mountain out of a mole hill', a mole hill mountain makes no sense." Andy finally lets the laugh he'd been hiding for so long slip which also makes Delia burst out laughing.

"Oh yeah! That's what I meant!" Delia looked as if she was close to tears at this point.

"Right, well I'm gonna change. I'm gonna go to the bathroom to do so, just so, you know, whatever." Andy stutters again; what was wrong with him when it change to this annoying member of the team?

"Sure, you do you boo." Delia calms before pulling the duvet over herself more.

Once Andy walks out of the bathroom after changing out of his jeans to a pair of more suitable trousers to sleep in, he sees Delia sound asleep. which causes that same small smile to form on his face- this was 100% the effect of the alcohol he had been drinking earlier that night, there's no way he would find someone so insufferable attractive.

Shaking away his thoughts Andy awkwardly climbs into the bed next to Delia trying to ensure there was room in between the two of them- this did not need to be anymore awkward then it already was.

"Delia? What are you doing?" Andy asks the girl, who was not completely asleep, after she decided that she was actually going to ruin the whole leave space plan Andy had subconsciously by cuddling into Andy's side.

"I'm cold. You're warm. So I snuggled." Delia mutters half asleep.

"Oh." Was all that Andy was able to get out before he heard soft snores coming from Delia.

There was absolutely nothing that should be pulling Andy to Delia right now. Sure she was very pretty but the two of them clashed like fire and ice, nothing would work and would end in disaster, Andy knew this. So why was he suddenly drawn to this fiery girl sleeping next to him? Andy made himself a promise that after his divorce with Juliet he wouldn't allow himself to get close to anyone like that again because it was easier. That was a promise that was suddenly becoming hard to stick to, but regardless, he was determined to stick to it.

After all, for his own sanity he had to....

...Right?

#andy biersack #andy black #andy bvb #Lonny Eagleton #lonny bvb #jinxx bvb #Jake Pitts #jake bvb #black veil brides #bvb #cc bvb #black veil brides fanfic #bvb fanfic

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wordymcnerdy · 1 year

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Attn Warrior Nun fandom writers! I was fleshing out some post-season 2 headcanons for a one-shot last week and accidentally stumbled into the set up for a whole other fic I can’t stop thinking about but am never going to write myself, so Ima just go ahead and drop it here in the frailest hope that some lovely, talented soul might be inspired to run with it and make my dreams come true:

So here it goes.

We begin with Lilith. By the end of the season she's effectively burned all of her bridges in service of a master who was eviscerated in front of her, and in the immediate aftermath she seems to be experiencing some capital R Remorse about that - helping Bea to save Ava, watching Avatrice say goodbye, hoping when she and Bea meet next they'll be back on the same side, etc. Where does she go from there? I like to imagine she goes full Angel (in the Buffyverse way, not in the religious way) and takes her penance to the streets. In a cruelly ironic twist, she's now effectively performing the duties of the halo-bearer - utilizing her truesight along with her OCS training to track down the remaining wraith demons and punch them out of the possessed and straight back to hell - except of course that it doesn't feel remotely like fulfilling a lifelong destiny. There's no honor in it, she's just flailing desperately to try and make up for some of what she's done, and to finally do right by Ava. So there she is, out punching the shit out of some wraith demons, when who should wander into her path all full of wraith demon in need of punching?

Bitch, you know it's ya girl SHOTGUN MOTHAFUCKIN MARYYYY!

(Come on, y'all, duh she's alive. Vincent told Lilith Mary's dead like 10 whole minutes after telling her she was alive to save his ass and manipulate her into a trap, and now we're gonna take the fucker at his word? Sure, Jan.) (Yes, I'm aware of the BTS stuff at play, and maybe Toya never wants to go back, I'm just saying, the WN team could not have left that door open wider for her in case she ever does. No body, no proof, no details, just the word of one lying, manipulative sack o' dicks? Be serious now.)

So Lilith frees Mary of her demon and then takes care of her while she recovers. Mary's done some shit while she was possessed and has some guilt of her own to work through, so they trauma-bond, and now it’s really on because we’ve got us a kick-ass demon-fighting duo. Neither of them feels right about returning to the church - especially not with Father Sack-o-Dicks back wandering the Cradle like he didn’t fully murder Shannon, spend the entire first season gaslighting them about it, and then proceed to spend the whole next season attacking, endangering and otherwise fucking with them - but they're sure as shit not gonna stop fighting.

Smash!Cut to that final shot in the epilogue of the finale. Beatrice smiles as she walks away from the OCS, presumably to do what Ava told her and go live her life. I've seen a lot of different theories on what flavor of fluffy lil Eat Pray Love travel/adventure/vacation she's headed off on, and those are all super fun, but for me, man... I feel like that's what Ava would do, not what Beatrice would do. Ava’s loosened her up at bit, sure, but she's still Bea, or at least I still want her to 😏 Bea. (I'm SO sorry about that, I swear it just snuck up on me) We clearly see Beatrice struggling internally all season, and I actually don't think that has anything to do with her feelings for Ava. I think Adriel and Vincent took a fucking wrecking ball to the whole foundation of this mission Beatrice had dedicated her life to. If anything, Ava coming along when she does makes things easier, because it gives Bea something clear and tangible to fight for, but now with her gone, she has to finally reckon with what it is she's doing with her life. Again, there are good arguments to be made for any number of directions that reckoning could take, but I'd like to believe that when the dust settles she's going to find that she hasn't actually lost any of her faith, or her dedication to the fight. She’s still our Bea. She just needs to break from the constraints of these institutions she's at best begun to question and perhaps even become disillusioned with. She needs autonomy, and a new path. And I mean, you’re starting to see where I'm going with this, right? Beatrice can't contain her smile as she exits the Cradle, not because of what she's leaving, but because of what she's running toward - freedom, and her sisters.

TL;DR - in the aftermath of season two, an elite team of tactical former-nuns comes together to fight against evil and for each other.

Lilith

Mary

Beatrice

They are

Birds of Pray

Please please please somebody write it I'm so serious about this!

PS How psyched is Ava gonna be to join them when she gets back?

PPS Obviously I want Camila in here too. But also I’m kind of into the potential for conflict with her taking on more responsibility within the OCS but also feeling hurt/abandoned when she find out everyone’s hanging out without her?

PPS Just spitballing here but hey maybe Jillian Salvius would be interested in employing their services to take down Kristian or undo some of the harm he did with her money or whatever, and ya know, if that were to lead to her joining the team in an Oracle-esque capacity? That could be cool. And if perhaps in time she wanted to work on getting field-trained as well... idunno, maybe Lilith specifically would be interested in training her... (hey! stop looking at me like that! those two had an *energy*, okay? I cannot be the only one who noticed!)

#warrior nun #fic prompt #sister lilith #shotgun mary #sister beatrice #avatrice #birds of pray

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dizzydancingdreamer · 4 years

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Daddy Issues | Draco Malfoy

Wow I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disappear like that Lovelies! Sometimes I forget depression and writers block are a thing until they punch me in the face and force me to go MIA for a hundred years! I guess I’m back? I hope? Fingers crossed? Anyway, I’m sorry this isn’t a TVD fic but I figured Y’all would appreciate something over nothing. I missed you all more than I can say! I hope you enjoy, I love you all!

Description: Draco and y/n are best friends until Draco’s father threatens y/n. She avoids Draco until he confronts her.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: Like none, it’s kinda sad but not really, the only flaw is bad writing

Word count: 3.4k

Tags: Angst, FLUFF

(not my gif, I just love it lol)

Your heart stings from across the courtyard, the gap between you and the blonde boy tangible. For a second you don't know whether or not your heart is even in your chest anymore or if it’s in his hands. In that case your heart is sitting on a bench, sandwiched between Blaise Zabini and Vincent Crabbe. Maybe he isn’t holding your heart, though, maybe he is your heart, in which case you’re avoiding your heart’s piercing gaze.

Your hands twitch at your sides, itching to grab his or to twist through his silky hair or do anything other than lay idle when he is only mere steps away from you. Your hands ache to touch him and usually you would be doing just that: clinging to his robes or twisting the rings around on his fingers or simply tangling your own fingers with his slender ones. Your hands feel painfully empty without him to hold on to.

That makes sense though, he’s your best friend after all. You’re rarely ever spotted less than five feet away from each other. Everyone at Hogwarts can see how utterly entwined you are, every part of him wrapped around your finger and every part of you sitting precisely in the palm of his hand. You orbit each other, drawn in by a gravity that the rest of the student body can’t deny.

Right now, though, that gravity is being tested and everyone feels a little bit like they’re floating away.

Draco sits exactly seventeen feet and four inches away from you. You can feel his eyes on the back of your head, like lasers, searing into your black and gold jumper and refusing to look away. It burns but you embrace it, taking any contact, even imagined, that you can get from him. Even if it hurts. You would gladly burn for the blonde Slytherin if it made him happy. This doesn’t make him happy, though, being ignored by the girl that commands his entire life. You know that, but you also know that it’s for the best.

You run your hands through your hair, tugging on the strands relentlessly and closing your eyes. You see his father, the tall, grim man, and replay the conversation you had in your head.

“He has a bright future ahead of him, y/n.”

Lucious had backed you into a corner, both metaphorically and literally, the stone of the castle biting harshly into your skin, “I know that, sir.”

He stood tall, menacingly, like he was bigger than the castle itself, “he doesn’t have time for nonsense, y/n.”

Your hands trembled, the cold of the dungeon nipping at them fiercely, “he’s very bright, Mr. Malfoy, I don’t think I’m slowing him down.”

The neutral, if not cold, expression on his face switched then to one of red hot anger, “did I ask what you think? It’s time the two of you separate. He is to be married next year and not to some silly Hufflepuff girl.”

“We’re just friends, sir,” your eyes had long since found the floor.

“Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. If I catch you near him from this day on I will not hesitate to destroy you, do you understand me? Do not speak to him again.”

That was two weeks ago and you haven’t dared to go near him since, spending every waking moment of your spare time in the Hufflepuff common room. You aren’t brave, you didn’t march up to your best friend and tell him that his father threatened to destroy you. You would be lying if you said you even thought about it. The reality of it is that you’re a coward and have iced Draco out in fear of having his father hurt either of you.

His father’s words still ring in your head. Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. Your heart flutters hard in your chest, your rib cage the only barrier keeping it from finding him across the courtyard. Draco is infatuated with you. Apparently. He hasn’t said so, only his father. Still, you can’t help but hope that it’s true.

But then that makes your chest burn and palms sting again. You aren’t allowed to hope that Draco wants you. You aren’t even allowed to hope that he wants to be your friend. You’re not allowed anywhere near him, let alone allowed to kiss him. Would he even kiss you? Probably not. You tug even harder on your hair, as if pulling each strand out will somehow take the pain away. Don’t be daft.

“Y/n,” gentle hands wrap around your tight fists, “you’re hurting yourself.”

You forgot Luna was there, sitting next to you on the bench, the bench that is seventeen feet and four inches away from Draco. You let the airy Ravenclaw unravel your fingers and hold one of your hands, rubbing circles on the back of your palm. It doesn’t feel the same, her grip is too soft, her fingers too short. Draco’s fingers are longer.

You shake your head, trying to clear the fog of him from your senses, “sorry, I know I’m not the best company right now.”

Luna only smiles at you and rolls her eyes gently, “I know it’s hard for you right now.”

Of course you told her. You weren’t able to tell Draco so you turned to Luna, your other best friend. You nod your head at the blonde girl, too tired to speak.

“I think you should tell him though, he looks bloody miserable without you,” your eyes widen as if on their own accord.

You feel dizzy at the thought and not the good kind like when Draco spins you around. No, this is the bad kind of ‘I’m definitely going to throw up’ dizzy. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears rapidly. Thump, thump, thump. It almost sounds like footsteps, angry ones, pounding towards you. That can’t be right.

“I can’t tell him, Luna, you know that.”

A hand lands on your shoulder, warmth spreading through your jumper. You open your mouth, ready to thank Luna for relentlessly comforting you, but close it quickly when a thought hits you. You glance down to your lap, just to double check. There, on your lap rests your hand carefully wrapped up in both of Luna’s. Crap.

“What can’t you tell me?” It takes everything in you to not let his familiar voice curl around you and pull you further into his touch.

You shift out of his hold, not turning to look at him yet, afraid to see the expression on his face. Would it be anger? Sadness? Disgust? The last one makes your heart drop, the thought of the blonde boy being repulsed by you causing you to curl into yourself slightly. You would take anything from him but that.

You stand curtly, turning to face Draco, all too aware of the lack of space between you and him. Six inches at the most, every breath he takes makes his chest brush yours. You still don’t look up at him, not anywhere ready to meet the eyes of the boy you’ve been avoiding.

You lock your eyes on his silver and green tie, mumbling to it instead of him, “What makes you think I was talking about you, Draco?”

You finally glance up at him and wish you hadn’t. His eyes, usually a bright blue, are dull and rimmed with red. The bruises under his eyes stand out against his cheeks. He’s always had dark circles but this is extreme. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, like he hasn’t eaten in days. It’s almost garish, but then again nothing could ever make the Slytherin Prince look anything less than perfect. He looks destroyed, almost as if his father had gotten to him too. You have to stop yourself from reaching out, choosing instead to look away again.

“Are you serious right now? Tell me this is all a joke y/n!” The courtyard goes silent when Draco raises his voice.

You squeeze your fists, the tone of his voice a punch in the gut. He never shouts at you. Draco is never anything but soft around you. Right now, however, he’s seething. No one around you dares to make a sound.

You close your eyes, trying desperately to stop a traitorous flood of tears, “Draco, please don’t do this right now.”

Draco takes a step back, as if your words had shoved him, “if not now then when? You’ve given me no choice! You run every time you see me, you don’t answer my notes. Do you even read them anymore? Can you just explain why you bloody hate me?”

His voice cracks when he says hate, like its acid in his mouth. In any way it’s acid to your ears. You could never hate Draco, it’s very much the opposite actually. You’re painfully in love with him.

“I don’t,” you have to pause to clear your throat, trying to rid the lump, “I could never hate you.”

His hand grasps you chin gently, his rings cold against your skin as he pulls your face up to meet his eyes, “then tell me what’s going on. Please.”

You squeeze your eyes close, sinking into the warmth of his palm for a moment. You can’t remember a time you’ve gone this long without the blonde boy touching you. You can’t stop the tears from trailing down your cheeks and into his palm. You can feel the hitch in his breath as if it had come from your own lungs. You wrap your own hands around his, squeezing his fingers gently before pulling them away from you.

“I can’t, Dra. We can’t do this anymore. I’m,” your voice trembles, your eyes still closed, his hand still locked in yours, “I’m not good for you. We can’t be friends.”

You release his hand, taking a few steps back from the love of your life. This time, though, he doesn’t let you get as far, taking two steps towards you for every step you take away from him. It doesn’t take him long before he’s in front of you again, closer and even more determined. His eyes burn into yours, his hands restless. You know he wants to touch you. At least, you hope he does. You want to.

“Don’t say that,” there’s a strength behind his words, one you have yet to hear until now, “don’t you dare say that! Tell me what’s going on y/n, you need to tell me! I can fix it. I can make it better whatever it is just please tell me. Please, love.”

Love. That’s new. Your heart cracks even more when he says it and maybe that’s because you know you won’t get to hear it again. You wish you could grab the word from his lips and hold on to it. You want to put it in your pocket so at least you can have a part of him, the very best part of him, for when he walked away. But you can’t, so there’s no use in trying.

“You can’t fix it this time, Draco,” you take another step back and your back hits the rough surface of a tree.

He fills the space between the two of you once more and this time you’re stuck. Your palms continue to sting, reminding you relentlessly how much you need to touch him. You scrunch the hem of your jumper, trying desperately to quell the pain. Your wrists feel like they’re on fire, something you’ve come to realise that means you’re about to have a panic attack. He can't see that happen, you refuse to fall apart in front of him.

Of course he notices, though. That’s your Draco, he notices everything about you. That’s his job.

He grabs your face again, stopping you from frantically looking everywhere but him, “of course I can. When have I not fixed your problems? Remember when those Ravenclaws’ were messing with you? I took care of that, didn’t I? And Parkinson? Zabini? I took care of them too. Remember when Snape wouldn’t let you hand in your assignment because you had the flu? And the time you passed out in the stairwell? I fixed those too because I can. Because I wanted to and I do what I want. Now, all I’ve wanted for days is you so if someone said something to you I need you to tell me so I can sort them out and get my best friend back. Now.”

He stares into your eyes the entire time, daring you to turn away. You feel like you can’t breathe, your hands once again wrapped around his but this time clinging for dear life. You’ve been terrified for two weeks and the exhaustion hits you in one, whopping punch to your stomach, the second punch of the day. Without warning your legs give out, all of your weight falling into the blonde who seems to expect it. His arms wrap around you, holding you against his chest for the first time in what feels like ages.

You don’t realise that you’re sobbing until you try to speak, “Dra, I’m so scared. I’m tired,” you grip his robes in your fists, your head falling against his chest, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this, I feel like I’m falling apart.”

He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against him. You can feel the sigh of relief he releases and his heartbeat slowing as if it’s your own. Maybe that’s because yours does the same. For the first time in weeks you’re engulfed in Draco and you cling to him, circling your arms around his waist and pulling yourself impossibly close. He wastes no time either, wrapping his cloak around you and burying his face in your neck.

Your body shakes furiously in his arms, everything you’ve been bottling up comes pouring out in a torrent of sobs and hiccups. Draco presses closer to you, towering over you and shielding you from the rest of the world. You let his peppermint scent engulf you completely,

“For Salazar’s sake y/n I need you to tell me what’s wrong. I need to fix it, love. Please tell me,” his voice is low and choked.

He’s right, you know he’s right. You squeeze your eyes tighter and grip his back, savouring the muscles under his dress shirt for a few more seconds before you know you’ll have to let go.

“Your father told me we couldn’t see each other anymore. He told me,” you pull out of his arms, leaning back against the tree, “he said, well, it doesn’t matter what he said. We just can’t be together.” Draco’s eyes widen and your cheeks heat up, your words ringing through your ears, “I mean we can’t be friends.”

Draco steps closer to you, running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes. He mumbles something under his breath that you can’t hear but you’re almost positive that it’s a curse. When he opens his eyes, your heart stops. His blue eyes burn into yours, glassy and angry but with something else too, something hot and fierce. Your heart restarts when he places his arms against the tree, caging you between it and him. You can’t resist placing your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat pick up as well.

“What did my father say, y/n.” He isn’t asking you, he’s telling you.

You lower your eyes, not bothering to fight him anymore, “he told me he would destroy me if I kept being friends with you. He said you were getting married and that you could never marry a Hufflepuff and that he would destroy me if he had to.”

He staggers back with each word, like each one shoves him more than the last. He squeezes his fists before straightening his fingers, shoving them once more through his hair. His shoulders are tense, his back straight. His eyes are screwed shut again.

“Bloody hell,” he pulls at his hair, biting his lip, “he’s lost his damn mind.”

You wrap your arms around yourself, tugging at your jumper, suddenly hot all over. Now is not the time to be getting riled up over Draco but you can’t help it, he looks exquisite. Messy hair and an un-tucked shirt, the veins in his hand prominent and his rings glittering in the afternoon sun. He’s absolutely and undeniably perfect.

“It’s ok, Dra, you’ll be ok,” you try your best to comfort him but he snaps his eyes open, looking at you like you’ve gone mad as well.

“My dad threatened to kill you! No I am not okay!”

This time you walk to him, pulling him into your chest again and wrapping your arms around his neck. He sweeps his arms around your waist, pulling you so close that you have to stand on your tiptoes to keep your arms around him. His hands grasp your hips tight and you immediately know what he wants. You oblige, wanting it just as much if not more, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his stomach. You tuck your face into his neck this time, breathing in the slightest hint of apples, green ones.

You don’t speak, practically feeling the words bubbling in his chest, “My dad told you he was going to kill you, love. He threatened you and he didn’t even tell me. I am definitely not okay. I need to do something. I need to talk to him. And he told you I was getting married? He’s lucky he isn’t here. I don’t care if he’s my father, nobody talks to my girl like that.”

He’s rambling, something he does when he’s at his end. His words wrap around you, tangling with every part of you and sinking into your skin. They lull you into a daze of sorts, almost nodding off on your best friends shoulder. You don’t realise how tired you are until you’re in his arms, safe. And then it hits you, and you’re wide awake again.

“Your girl?”

You cut him off mid sentence, squeezing your legs tighter around him to bring his attention back to you.

“What did you say, love?” Draco hikes you further up his body, readjusting his grip on you.

Your cheeks flame, your neck hot. His eyes bore into yours, searching for something that you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give. His lips are so close to yours, his breath hitting your lips with every exhale. The courtyard around you fades away and Hogwarts itself holds its breath.

“Did you call me your girl, Draco?”

He doesn’t blush like you thought he would, “yes, I did. That’s what you are. Mine. And Merlin help my father for trying to take you away from me.”

You stare at him for a few seconds, letting his words sink into your flesh. They curl around your bones, laying down a warmth that you’ve been craving for longer than you can remember. He’s right. Of course he’s right, he’s Draco. You are his and you always have been. His arm around your back tightens, jostling you enough to make you cling harder to him. Your fingers find their way to the nape of his neck, tangling in his hair. He leans his head back, giving in to your touch willingly.

He holds your gaze as your fingers weave through his silky hair, capturing you with his eyes and refusing to let go, “I’m yours, Draco. Please don’t let me go.”

He leans his forehead against yours, “never, love.”

Hogwarts releases the breath it had been holding, the noise of the courtyard once more fluttering around you. You go to get down from Draco but he stops you, tightening his arms. You only shake your head and smile, letting the sunshine warm your face.

Your heart aches slightly still though, “what are we going to do about your father, Dra?

He starts walking, the sudden movement causing you to tug his hair a little harder.

His voice is strained when he finally answers, leaning down to rub his cheek against your head, “just let me handle that, ok?”

You give in, for now, laying your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes for the final time, “where are we going, Dra?”

“We, my love, are going to take a very much needed nap.”

#draco malfoy #draco #malfoy #draco x reader #draco x hufflepuff!reader #draco malfoy x female reader #draco x female reader #draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #harry potter #hufflepuff #slytherpuff #slytherin

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slasherhaven · 4 years

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Slashers w/ an afab s/o that was sexually assaulted/raped and they encounter her rapist/abuser ty ly man <3

The Slashers with a S/O who had been Sexually Assaulted:

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas just holds you as you tell him about your assault, listening intently.

It hurt him to know that somebody hurt you like that but all he wanted to do was comfort you.

Lots of cuddles and sweet tea for the two of you that evening.

He couldn’t help but ask himself how somebody could ever hurt you. You were just so lovely, he couldn’t understand how somebody could mistreat you.

Apparently even a deserted town in the middle of Texas wasn’t far enough, because you completely froze when you saw the familiar face among the newest group of victims.

You instantly told Tommy because he instantly sensed that something was wrong.

Thomas is angry that your abuser is even here.

You were supposed to be safe here, he wanted to keep you safe.

Whether this person was your abuser or not, he wouldn’t be leaving the Hewitt residence, but Thomas doesn’t feel bad about it at all in this case.

They hurt you and now he’s going to hurt them. Still, he makes it quick but not before reminding them why they should have never touched you, no matter how long ago it was.

Once he’s finished with his ‘work’ for the day, he cleans up and heads straight to the bedroom where you are already waiting.

He pulls you into an embrace that makes you feel safe, silently promising that he’s never going to let anyone hurt you again. They’re never going to touch you again.

Michael Myers

Affection with Michael can be a tricky thing, even trickier when he is the one attempting to initiate it.

But when you tell him about your assault for the first time, you could see his mind working overtime.

Too many thoughts bounced around his head. The anger he felt that somebody hurt you, his protectiveness over you, he surprising amount of empathy for you, and the undeniable need to...comfort you.

He doesn’t speak but you didn’t expect him too. He just wraps his strong arms around you and holds you against his chest. He hopes you understand what he’s trying to tell you.

You’re not going to encounter your abuser again. Michael has already gotten all information he needs and is slipping out that night to hunt them down.

He just can’t leave this be.

Anyone who thinks they can hurt you, lay a finger on you, or even look at you funny, needs to be taught a lesson.

Plus, Michael never wants you to have to see that person again. The part of him that feels the need to protect you is just too strong.

Jason Voorhees

Jason’s glad that you trust him enough to share this with him but he’s also heartbroken for you. He couldn��t imagine how anyone could ever hurt you.

If you cry, he’ll wipe your tears. If you need him to hold you, he already is.

He’s heart aches for you and he just wants to comfort you, he wants to make you feel better.

He wants to be there for you, to be good for you.

He vows to protect you. Well, he already vowed to do that but his protective over you does increase a little.

At least your safe now. Nobody’s going to hurt you here and Jason will always be looking out for you, protecting you and loving you. You have nothing to worry about anymore.

Until a new group rolled into the camp and you instantly recognised one of their faces.

Jason noticed your change in demeanour and instantly worried.

Then you told him that one of those people were your abuser...and he was even more determined to dispose of every last one of them.

He’d take you back to the cabin where you would be warm and safe. You were always his first priority.

And that night he would do what it is that he does.

Getting rid of the group staying at the abandoned camp, disposing of their bodies.

He’d return to the cabin, placing down his machete and removing his mask, before pulling you into a hug.

Their gone now and can’t ever hurt you again, it’s okay now. Jason would do anything to protect you, just wanting to love you and make sure you’re safe.

Will happily spend the rest of the night cuddling with you, for as long as you want, just after he’s cleaned himself up.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is absolutely heart broken for you when you first tell him about your assault, which in this case is like an ex-partner.

You’ve been so good to him since you came to the house, how could anyone ever hurt you. How dare anyone hurt you?!

Don’t you worry, Y/n. You’re here now, with Brahms, you’re safe and he won’t let anything bad happen to you.

Plenty of cuddles are called for for the rest of the day.

The way you both encounter your abuser again is probably when they show up to the house with the intention of seeing you, and Brahms is not against killing them at this point.

They had the audacity to come into his home, and to see you again?

He just wants to protect you and he can’t help the anger he felt, knowing what they had done to you.

And the chances are that he will kill them if you don’t find another way to handle the situation. It’s not like he can call the police or just politely ask them to leave.

For your sake, Brahms will try to stay calm. But if your abuser isn’t leaving, even after meeting Brahms, he will have to take care of the situation.

Bo Sinclair

When you tell Bo about your assault, he isn’t too sure how to react. He hadn’t been expecting that.

He’d sigh, carefully guiding you onto his lap so that he could better hold you, gently apologising for your experience even though he had nothing to do with it.

He often struggled with keeping his anger at bay and regulating his emotions but he knew that he needed too right now.

He could be angry about this another time, just not in front of you.

Right now, he would just hold you and comfort you, letting you talk about it if that’s what you want to do.

If you encounter your abuser again when they are passing through Ambrose. Well, they won’t be passing through.

Anyone who passes through the town adds to the wax figure collection anyway, so this person is just unlucky that Bo already has a personal vendetta against him.

And he makes sure to let them know that this is what happens when they hurt somebody that he cares about.

Of course, your abuser will not be added to the wax collection, he doesn’t want you having to see their face ever again. Bo will have Lester dispose of their body.

But if you encounter your abuser when you and Bo are going into another town to pick up supplies, Bo knows he can’t deal with it the way that he wants too.

That doesn’t stop him from being forwardly intimidating and threatening towards them.

Holds you close and away from them, getting you away from them as fast as he can but not before clearly threatening them if they ever even so much as looked at you again.

Bo keeps you close for the rest of the trip, reluctantly apologising for possibly making you uncomfortable even if you hadn’t expressed that to him.

He won’t mention it again unless you do, just asking you if you’re alright. Even offers to take you home, you can pick up supplies another day.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent is quick to pull you into an embrace when you open up about your assault for the first time.

Just wants to comfort you right now.

All he wants is to be there for you and make you feel better. But he knows that he can’t change anything and he probably can’t just make you feel better but he wants to at least make you happy with him.

He’s there if you ever need to talk, always ready to provide cuddles and love.

You and Bo usually meet the groups that Lester brings into town, being the only two who can gain their trust and make them comfortable.

You didn’t tell Bo why you couldn’t help him with this group, but you told Vincent as soon as you got back to the house.

Vincent just took the time to comfort you and calm you down, letting Bo deal with the group. There wasn’t much he could do right now anyway.

And you were more important than them.

But when the time comes that he has to help Bo deal with the group, he won’t feel bad about that happens to the person that hurt you.

Of course, your abuser will not be added to the wax figure collection, he doesn’t want you having to see their face ever again. Vincent will have Lester dispose of their body.

Lester Sinclair

Lester just wants to comfort you in this moment. Letting you tell him about your assault as he hold you, dragging the blanket off of the back of the couch and wrapping it around your shoulders.

He just wants to be there for you in that moment.

He wants you to know that he’s there for you and you can rely on him whenever you might need him.

You’re living with him now, just outside Ambrose, what are the chases of you running into them again? You’re safe, he promises you’re never going to see them again.

The two of you encounter your abuser when he’s driving nearby the town. Lester just thought it was a random passer-by, until you pulled him aside and told him other wise.

He can’t deny his anger and will straight up ask you if you want him to ‘get rid of the problem’.

He also feels bad because he promised you wouldn’t have to see them again but here they were.

But, despite his anger, if you didn’t want him to kill them, he will accept it. Either way, they’re going to die. One of the twins will just do it...

He’s very hostile on the drive into Ambrose though, pretty much threatening them before kicking them out of the truck once they were near the town.

But if you give him the go ahead? He’s on it.

The brothers already kill innocent people. Why wouldn’t they be even more dedicated to killing somebody who deserved it?

Lester won’t even consider sending your abuser to his brothers. Definitely will not be added to the wax museum. Into the pit of roadkill they go!

Bubba Sawyer

Even more cuddles than usual.

Don’t worry, he’ll protect you. You’re here with him now, you’re safe, and he’ll look after you! Nothing is going to hurt you now!

Of course he’s generally mad that somebody ever hurt you. But anger doesn’t even surface in him because he’s more concerned about your well being.

If you’re abuser never comes around, he simply doesn’t care. It’s more important to show you lots and lots of love.

But apparently it’s a very small world and eventually one of the groups of victims included your abuser, and you instantly told Bubba.

He would just keep you away from them, letting you stay in the bedroom, leaving you with a sweet kiss, silently promising to take care of everything and to keep you safe.

The family will go about their business as usual, Bubba dealing with you abuser personally and making sure that they never hurt anyone else ever again.

He doesn’t even kill them in anger (though of course he is angry) he kills them as a duty to you.

As soon as everything is dealt with and quietened down, Bubba makes an effort to clean himself up before hurrying back to the bedroom.

He’ll tell you what happened if you ask but gives you a tight hug first.

Everything is going to be okay now, Y/n, they can never hurt you again!

Billy Lenz

Billy’s heart aches when you tell him about your assault.

But you opening up to him about something so difficult might encourage him to open up about his own abuse and assault he experienced when he was younger.

It’s a very emotional moment for both of you.

Lot’s of comfort required in both directions.

Billy never leaves the house with you so if you run into your abuser then and tell him after you’ve returned to the house, he is so worried.

Are you okay? Did that touch you? Do you just need some love and support right now?

But if your abuser comes to the house with the intention of seeing you or hurting you again, Billy can not let that happen.

He will kill them and deal with the clean up all on his own.

He has to protect you, Y/n!

Asa Emory (The collector)

When you tell him about your assault, Asa listens carefully, takes in every word and just lets you get it off of your chest.

He doesn’t react much, never really allowing himself to get over emotional. Even though he is furious with this person.

He’ll hold you and comfort you, stroking your hair, kissing your forehead, whispering words of love and assurance.

But you’re not going to encounter this person. Tell him who it was. A name, a description, a place or time, give him all the information you know and he will deal with this.

One night, instead of going to the hotel, he targets the person who did this to you.

And he won’t make it quick either, they don’t deserve a quick death. But he’s also not going to add them to his collection, they aren’t worth that.

Afterwards, he comes homes. Already clean and acting like he was coming home from work rather than committing a murder.

In an uncharacteristically affectionate act, Asa pulls you into a hug and kisses the top of your head.

He won’t tell you want he did unless you ask but the gesture alone tells you that he has done something. It’s reassurance, a promise that they can never hurt you again.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Jesse will hold you as you tell him about your assault, just listening to whatever information you want to share with him. And he won’t push you on the details.

There is no way you’re encountering this person again. Not a chance.

As soon as you’ve told him about this, he plans on tacking them down. And when Chromeskull set his mind to something, there is no way his target is escaping him.

You already know that he’s going to want to kill who did this to you, you had to know that when you told him. You know who Jesse is, what he does, and you know that he hates the thought of anyone hurting you.

Give him a name and he’s on it. You don’t even know their name? He’ll find out anyway. Not task is too difficult for this man, not when it’s so important to him.

He’ll go out on one of his ‘business trips’ and return to you as quickly as possible.

As soon as he returns home, he’s sweeping you up in his arms. And you just know what he’s done. If you ask, he’ll be honest, he’s not hiding this from you.

But don’t worry, now that he’s here, nobody is ever going to hurt you again.

Otis Driftwood

Otis is furious when you tell him about your assault, even if it was well before you met the family. How dare somebody even lay a finger on you?

But he pushes that anger down to focus on comforting you. This isn’t about him and he knows that.

He’s noticeably gentler with you for the rest of the day. His way of showing you that he cares about you.

It’s not something that he thinks at the time, more of a realisation he has a few days later. But he realises that it’s even more of a miracle that you’re with him. You know he’s not a good person, you know about everything he’s done, but you still trust him enough to never hurt you. Even after what you’ve already experienced...you really are special to him.

Otis will actively seek out whoever did this to you to kill them. And, obviously, drag it out a little. He wants them to hurt.

If you want to be a part of that, he’s happy to do that.

He’ll find them, bring them back to the house, and let you get your revenge. Or just let you watch him work if that’s what you’d prefer.

Understands if you don’t want to take part in that but you have to understand that you can’t stop him from doing what he has to do.

That person can not be out there, having gotten away with hurting you. He just can’t allow it.

The same thing goes for if you both just accidently encounter them. Otis is going to kill them and you can join in or he can send you off with Baby to distract you. It’s up to you and he’s not going to hide it from you.

Afterwards, Otis gets a little emotional. More so than you’d expect.

He’ll find you and pull you into a tight embrace. He’s never going to hurt you, he promises you that. You can trust him, please know that. He is going to protect you.

Baby Firefly

As you tell her as much as you want to tell her about your assault, she’ll lay with you and stroke your hair comfortingly, wiping any tears that roll down your cheeks.

She seems genuinely sympathetic and listens intently to everything you say.

She is very soft with you in that moment. Her voice softer than you’ve ever heard it, eyes sincere rather than playful. She truly cares deeply about you.

And that day is all about you and making sure you are alright.

But the next day, she still wants to kill the son of a bitch that hurt you and is honest and unashamed of that.

Wanna go kill them together?!

You do? Great! She’s already dragging you out of the door.

You don’t? No worries, she’ll handle it. Wink.

And she’s going to enjoy it.

If you don’t want to hear the details, she doesn’t really understand why you wouldn’t but she respects it and won’t tell you anything other than “they can’t hurt you again” and you know exactly what that means.

On the other hand, if you want all the details, she is happy to give them to you. Warning, it gets pretty graphic. But she’s proud of what she did, she won’t ever feel bad for hurting that person.

Baby wants to make you feel better after this whole awful thing though,

So you can either have a quiet night in the house together or she can take you out on the town to cause some trouble. The choice is completely yours.

Yautja (Predator)

When you first tell your mate about the assault you experienced, he doesn’t go straight to anger, knowing that probably wouldn’t help.

Of course he is angry though, he furious that anyone ever dared hurt you.

But right now, you needed his support and he wanted to provide that.

He wants you to feel safe around him. He wanted you to know that he would do anything to protect you.

Will provide a lot of cuddles.

Any Yautja would see it as their duty to kill your abuser. Not only because they hurt you (though that plays a huge part of it for your mate) but because they simply don’t deserve to love.

They’re not worthy, they’re weak, and they will be dealt with appropriately.

If you’d like to stay for that, you’re welcome too.

But he completely understands if you don’t want to see that stuff.

It’s also very unlikely that you’re going to be able to talk them out of killing them.

To be honest, it’s unlikely that the two of you encountered them anyway. Your mate probably snuck out at some point and dealt with it without your knowledge. You didn’t need to know the grisly details.

All you had to know was that you were safe now, he would keep you safe.

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as-a-matter-of-whump · 2 years

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Oh but depressed Jonah with volume controlled shock colllar

CW: shock collar, conditioning, mention of former mouth whump, self-harm of sorts, implied depression, implied suicide ideation (blink and you'll miss it, but I'll tag it just in case)

It had been a week since Vincent had locked the new volume-controlled shock collar around Jonah’s neck and ever since, things had gone south. He knew that he was technically still allowed to talk, but he didn’t know which speech volume would trigger the collar and he certainly didn’t want to find out, so he had accepted his fate and stayed silent most of the time, only talking to Vincent if it was inevitable, his voice barely more than a whisper whenever he couldn’t answer a question by nodding or shaking his head.

His captor had been very pleased at first, but over time he had started to notice that Jonah had changed; he avoided eye contact, barely stayed in the same room as Vincent and went to bed early, though he never looked like he got enough sleep, with dark circles forming under his eyes.

One day, he took him aside and made him sit down next to him.

‘What’s wrong with you, darling?’

‘Nothing,’ Jonah whispered hoarsely and turned away.

Why was Vincent asking anyway? Was he just teasing him, trying to upset him so he would speak up, only to writhe in pain seconds later?

‘I thought I made it clear that you are allowed to talk as long as you don’t raise your voice.’

He muttered something Vincent didn’t understand and turned his head away again. He was so tired, he hadn’t slept in what felt like days because every time he closed his eyes, a strange feeling got hold of him, something…vague and intangible… a feeling of dread, fear maybe, but…different. It made his heart race, made it hard to breathe properly…and made it impossible to fall asleep.

Vincent seemed to have noticed this too.

‘Go to bed,’ he whispered, ‘get some rest and come back whenever you feel like it…’

Jonah nodded. Everything was better than this, even if it was lying awake and staring at the ceiling.

~*~

With a scream, Jonah woke up and immediately pressed one hand onto his mouth to keep the whimpers in as the shock made his muscles tense up. He must’ve fallen asleep eventually, only to be confronted with the terrible nightmares that had been haunting him ever since that fateful weekend at Domenic’s. He thought he had finally come to terms with the things that happened to him, but now those dreams were back, dreams filled with the memory of blood, and darkness and… his arm shot up and he shoved his fist into his mouth to keep the whimpers locked in his throat. Why did his mind have to come up with this again? With trembling hands, he touched his lips, traced the tiny scars left from having his mouth stitched shut. It had gotten infected so badly that he had barely eaten for almost a week. And now the scars would remind him of all those things whenever he saw them, making sure he’d never forget what happened to him in Domenic’s house; he had avoided looking into the mirror ever since, but the memory could never be erased.

He reached up to touch the collar once again. It didn’t look much different from his old one, but other than the remote-controlled one, this one had turned out as the perfect device to finally shut him up, without the disadvantages the stitches had brought with them. He was so worried about involuntary noises like the scream that had found its way out of his throat… He had to prevent his body from betraying him in the future or he would never get a wink of sleep again. His legs were still shaking as he walked over to the bathroom to retrieve something he knew for sure was still there…

~*~

‘Jonah…?’

He was curled up, his back facing Vincent, his arms wrapped around his fox. The older man walked around the bed to get a better look at his face - and froze.

‘Jonah, what have you done?’

With trembling hands, he reached over to remove the duct tape sealing his lips. Jonah grabbed his wrist and tried to stop him, but soon he realised that it wasn’t worth the effort; Vincent always got what he wanted and he couldn’t stop him - why should things be different this time? Why should he let him keep something that would help him stay quiet to avoid another shock?

‘Why did you do this?’ Vincent asked once again.

Instead of replying, Jonah pointed at the collar.

‘I don’t think I understand…’

‘Nightmare,’ he whispered. ‘Screamed.’

‘Why didn’t you tell me? I’m sure we could’ve found another solution…’

‘Why?’ Jonah whispered.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Why am I… forbidden to speak?’

‘You’re not. You’re only forbidden to scream and curse and-’

‘How am I supposed to live like this?’ Jonah yelled, only to be shocked seconds later.

With a pained expression and tears streaming down his cheeks he buried his face in his pillow. All these words, all these emotions - they would stay locked in his head forever. And that was something he couldn’t cope with any longer.

Vincent lay down next to him and started stroking his back.

‘Come here, my darling, it’s okay…’

Covering both of them with the duvet, he snuggled up to him, resting his chin on the younger one’s shoulder.

‘Let’s see if you can get through this without another nightmare. If you do - if you stay quiet until tomorrow morning - the collar will come off. Okay?’

Jonah nodded silently. Maybe things could get better again. Maybe. Maybe…

#thank you anon!!! :)#asks #anonymous #shock collar #conditioning #mention of former mouth whump #blood #scars #implied depression #self-harm #implied suicide ideation #jonah #vincent #written in blood #my writing

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devilscreekballad · 2 years

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Another ch7 sneakpeek, this time Lynwood’s Pov. There’s a lot of copy-paste in this chapter, I really dunno why it’s taking me so long.

You are not entirely certain that you've slept last night.

Not 'if', not 'whether or not', just 'that' you've slept. You do remember laying down for a moment, but you also realize you did not lay down where you just woke up. You yawn and stagger over to the small dressing table, splashing cold water into your face and gazing blearily at your reflection. Your siblings at home would probably not hesitate to force you into bed if they'd knew you are handling yourself like this.

With a long and exhausted sigh, you splash more water into your face, shaking off the fog that is crawling through your brain. There is still so much to do. At least, you find, everything you wanted to pack to send back home has been packed, leaving you with light luggage to travel, and a bottle of morphine to be refilled.

Once again you muse that Therese would never forgive you if she'd knew about it, and Vincent might go as far as to kick you out of his house for good.

But they'd have to understand: With all these things on your mind, all these unsolved mysteries and undiscovered secrets it's a necessity to get [i]some[/i] rest. It and opium. But latter requires you to interrupt your investigations, which rarely is a feasible option to begin with, and it's certainly not one right now.

You dry your face and push yourself away from the table, sitting down on the bed for a moment to sort your thoughts.

It'll be a long day again.

@{(salomesveil_hint) At least yesterday's talk with Mulligan and ${name} had been fruitful, even though you feel you revealed a little too much without getting an equal amount in return| You wonder if you should have told Mulligan and ${name} a bit more about the Salome's Veil case, even though you are not entirely certain if you could trust them with some information}. @{(tell_lynbright) Then again, they have not been as antagonistic towards you as they could have been, and they've given you quite an unexpected puzzle piece in the form of Mr. Brightwell's presence at the manor the night his son died. Something you'll have to look into as soon as this case allows it| While you must admit that they have not been as antagonistic towards you as they could have been, they are still a bunch of wanted criminals}. And still there's the mystery of what exactly Blayne tasked them with.

It is quite an array of questions left open, and you are glad you already arranged to speak to ${name} again, and maybe Mulligan by extension. Which is something you ought to be fully awake for. You rise, stretch and head back to the bowl of water, filling it to nearly the rim. And after a deep breath you submerge your face in the cool liquid, coming up gasping and sputtering the moment this got your body wide awake.

You cough and dry your face, cleaning up the table before you move on to get dressed. *page_break The disadvantage of the nightly fog leaving your brain is that it is now racing with even more questions. Especially everything concerning this Miss Beauchêne. She might be a very pleasant person, at least that's the impression you got, but some things just don't add up. Robert Brightwell never got engaged, to your knowledge. Now, you don't know yet what Miss Beauchêne's social status is, but be it what it may be, she's Black. That alone would have been enough for the press to dig its teeth into that story most viciously.

And then the whole sordid affair about Merryborne. Someone in this whole mess is lying, but, much to your dismay, you can't say who that might @{(tell_lynbright) be. You refrain from saying it's Mr. Brightwell. His lie about his whereabouts might easily have its own reasons| be}.

You crack your neck and joints and adjust your clothes. While you doubt Mulligan and ${name} will already be up on their own, it probably won't be a bad idea to check, in case you are wrong about their sleeping habits. If they are awake, you can talk to ${name}, if not... You check your watch... if not you can come back here, go through your notes, then head downstairs for breakfast and then to the post office, sending off another wire. *page_break Upstairs... Much to your dismay you find no one answering as you knock on Mulligan and ${name}'s door.

Anger dwells up in you at the notion that these two have made a run for it, and you are all too ready to curse yourself for not arresting them at the first chance, when you're reminded, painfully, of something Therese keeps telling you: That you are a good, clever man with amazing instincts, but that you let your bias get in your way time and time again.

You take a deep breath, pushing your assumptions aside.

"Keep calm, and listen to your logic, Giles," you tell yourself, take another deep breath and lean against the wall, trying to approach this without any assumptions.

Mulligan and ${name} are cunning, and they are certainly not careless. If the case in Baltimore is anything to go by they will not simply run away unless the coast is clear, no matter how much things are heating up for them.

And even if they were, understandably, suspicious of you, they ought to know that they are not the focus of your investigation. So, unless they got seriously concerned about your presence, where could and would they have gone?

You look down the corridor, realizing that Mrs. Meadows' room might be a good place to start asking. As it is past sunrise, she's ought to be awake. You doubt she has changed that habit in the last few years.

You gather your wits and head for her room... *page_break ... ... only to nearly get run over by Mulligan.

"Mr. Mulligan," you greet, dryly, but much to your dismay with more surprise than you would have liked. There's also an undeniable relief at the fact that Mulligan actually [i]is[/i] already awake. After all, for all your research into him and $!{title} ${name} you hadn't pegged either down as an early bird.

"I was just looking for you," you continue. "Did not expect you to be up so early." Something seems amiss, though. While, true, neither is an early bird as such, you reckon that they'd be up outside of their usual routine if the situation calls for it. A con, or fleeing from the outcome of one, or in general something to rattle one quite a bit. And looking Mulligan over he does look quite... nervous, and fraying at the seams right now. "You look rather... exasperated."

You crane your neck a little, despite standing taller than Mulligan, to get a better look into Mrs. Meadows room. There's O'Brian and Burke, Mrs. Meadows, naturally, Miss Beauchêne, and the O'Connor boy. $!{title} ${name}, however, is nowhere to be seen.

"I'm getting the impression something is quite amiss," you thus note.

Mulligan furrows his brow at you, very likely weighing the consequence of his answer.

*if ((lyn <=30) and (worriedforlyn =false)) "$!{title} ${name} has been abducted," Mrs. Meadows speaks up, nonchalantly. *if ((lyn >=35) or (worriedforlyn)) "$!{nick} has been kidnapped, Agent Lynwood," Mulligan then informs you, lowering his voice.

You can't help but stare, quite baffled you reckon.

"Come again?" you manage.

"Kidnapped," Mrs. Meadows repeats the information. "We are on our way to rescue ${them}."

That's... It would be an understatement to say 'concerning'. It's puzzlinh who would do such a thing. Of course, someone like $!{title} ${name} made a lot of enemies. You ought to know, you are one of @{((lyn >=35) or (worriedforlyn)) them, regardless how agreeable ${they} might have been towards you| them, by all means}.

It still is thoroughly astonishing that such a thing has happened. But Mulligan looks genuinely concerned, and there's no reason why he should lie in this regard. Now, if he were on his own, maybe this might be a ruse, but with the other three of Blayne's little posse with him... You recognize this might be an additional problem.

"Just the four of you?" you ask, part concerned, part curious. For all you know about $!{title} ${name}, ${they} @{plur are| is} *if ((job =3) or (strong =3)) a capable *if ((job =5) or (strong =5)) fighter and skilled gunslinger, so *if ((job !=5) and (strong !=5)) fighter, though not much use with a gun, so *if ((job !=3) and (strong !=3)) not an outstanding *if ((job =5) or (strong =5)) fighter but a skilled gunslinger, so *if ((job !=5) and (strong !=5)) fighter, nor any use with a gun, still ${they} would have put up a fight. Something anyone setting out to kidnap ${them} ought to have been aware of. And then there's the tall tales of the number of pursuers whose certain grasp $!{title} ${name} and Mulligan have managed to escape.

You almost were amongst their number, if not for a lucky sighting at the Clementsburg station.

So, there's reason to doubt ${name}'s kidnapper would not have made sure ${they}'d be outnumbered no matter what. So these four might not stand much of a chance...

"I reckon you should come with us," Mrs. Meadows then rips you from your thoughts, stepping past Mulligan. "You are a man of the law, Giles, as questionable as the methods of your agency may be."

"Hold it," O'Brian interrupts. "Didn't [i]you[/i] just point out gettin' the law involved will get ${name} killed?"

"The recognizable law, yes," Mrs. Meadows counters. "But Agent Lynwood's presence as a Pinkerton agent compared to a sheriff or marshal might be in our favor. He's far less recognizable as a man of the law." *page_break She's Charming As Ever. You sigh, frustrated, as several doors along the corridor are opened, indicating both growing anger and growing curiosity of the other guests on this floor.

While, as Mrs. Meadows just pointed out so helpfully, you are no sheriff or marshal, and certainly not a police officer, you contemplate pulling rank regardless and ushering these guests back into their room, when Mulligan grabs you by the arm and heads for the stairs.

You protest, naturally, but Mulligan just glares at you.

"Listen, Agent," he begins as he navigates towards your room. "For all we can tell these kidnappers are the kind o' hired muscle the rich and powerful of this fine nation love to hire when yer bloody agency is too mild-mannered for their taste and needs."

You pull yourself free just as you reach your room, staring at Mulligan in growing alarm. As condescending and harsh as his assessment may have been, you know what type of men he's referring to. But... how in Hell would he even know that for certain?

"How do you even know that?" you wonder out loud, before a stray thought, if not realization hits you. "Your ghosts, correct?"

"My brother, in fact."

You narrow your eyes at Mulligan, as you search your memory.

"Matthew, wasn't it?" you ask to clarify. You hadn't looked too closely into Mulligan's family as a whole, but the story had made quite the circles back in the day. Five men rob a bank, get away with nearly five thousand dollars. Then one of them rats out the other four, the Mulligan brothers amongst them. Matthew Mulligan was found having bled to death from several gun wounds a few days later, while Charlie Mulligan returned to his hometown in a catatonic state a month after that. Two weeks later the remains of their former companions were found in at least four different places in several states. "Read the story."

"Listen," Mulligan begins darkly as you begin thinking after that. "If ya don't believe me, then say so. Now." *page_break ... You furrow your brow. Shouldn't he know better, given his reputation? Then again, you can wager how stressed he must be right now

"It might surprise you, but I do believe you. Wouldn't have sought your help if I wouldn't do so at least a little. So, these men... Your brother's certain about their nature?"

"Not just that," Mulligan answer, just as the rest of his group reaches you. "One of'em has been part of yer old unit, Bellegarde."

You are not a man easily rattled. Confused, maybe. Surprised? Sure. But you take a bit of pride in not letting things shake you easily. But these words out of Mulligan's mouth make your blood run cold. Dozens of images, not one pleasant, replay in your mind, before anger dwells up at Mulligan speaking that dreadful name, before the implications of what he said, what he knows, and the idea of where he knows it from sink in. A different kind of anger, a different kind of memories, and a different kind of knowledge worm their way into your conscious thoughts, and you feel sick to your stomach.

There are people you owe helping $!{title} ${name} to. Some alive, some dead, and all of them part of a life you had hoped to have left behind.

You shake your head to clear it, nod curtly at Mulligan and head into your room. *page_break As you check your weapons you begin feeling the eyes of the dead on your back in a way you haven't felt them in decades. This isn't how you had expected this investigation to go. Just for a moment you entertain the thought to leave that entire posse to rot, but you reckon there's more people alive than dead that would never forgive you such a decision. Therese, Vincent, Sara, Isaac, old Elam, Benjamin, Lian, and, of course, you yourself.

You've vowed to do the right things in live, and you are not going to stop honoring that vow now.

Once more you check your gun, holster it and head back to the others.

"Let's make haste then," you say, and lead them out to get the horses. *page_break "Where's $!{title} ${name} being kept?" you ask as the group reaches the edge of the city. You should maybe have asked before, but you reckon you hadn't had the mind for it before.

"A farmstead a bit out of town," Mulligan answesr. "Middle o' the woods."

"Take it your ghosts told you?"

You feel like slapping yourself for that question. How else would Mulligan know, and he has already told you that he's got the information from none other than his dead brother.

"Not just any," Mulligan says, and you try to make out whether or not he's bitter about it. "Told ya it's me brother Matthew."

You turns to look at him, nodding curtly and apologetic.

"Sorry for your loss, by the by. Couldn't tell you earlier."

"That's kind of ya," Mulligan says, nodding back, and then he pauses for y moment "Agent Lynwood, do ya know anyone by the name of 'Robiquet'?"

You search your memory. You know the name, and a bit about their reputation. And that is enough to make your skin crawl.

"Not personally," you answer thus. "Only by name. Rich family from Virginia or Alabama. Made their money in sugar and cotton, lost nearly everything after the war when they found themselves having to pay the people doing the work for them. Went into shipbuilding and mining now, I believe."

"How screwed is ${name} in such company?" O'Brian muses out loud.

"$!{they} @{((nat =9) or (nat =10)) could certainly be off much, much| couldn't be off} worse," Burke answers, and you glare at both of them.

"Do you two ever think before you speak?" Mrs. Meadows scolds, and both Burke and O'Brian sit up straight.

"Sorry, ma'am."

"Pull yourself together, you two," Mrs. Meadows continues, and the two utter a 'Yes, ma'am'.

And the group rides one.

It's not long till you can see the edge of the forest ahead, when something by some rocks and boulders nearby gets Mulligan's attention. *page_break A Horse! It's a lonely horse build like a brick house, a chestnut Clydesdale, saddled and trotting about nervously amongst the grass and rocks.

There's no need to signal the others to stop at the sight, as they all know better than to ride on carelessly, and Mrs. Meadows retrieves her rifle.

"There's someone there," Burke alerts you at a movement, readying his gun, as Mulligan speaks up hastily.

"That's Matt's... fault," he says. "He says he spooked the horses of the kidnappers when they came through here. Overdid it a bit with the Clydesdale and she threw her rider off. Matt says the guy hit his head on one of the rocks and didn't get back up."

Mulligan gulps at that, and you get the sense he's feeling more worried for the kidnapper than he's feeling relieved at having to deal with one opponent less.

"The other's rode on," he continues. "But seems they nearly shot another guy who was insisting on checking if the other guy mighta been still alive."

"Guy sure seems to be alive still," Burke notes.

"What now?" O'Brian asks, and before Mulligan can answer, Mrs. Meadows marches over to the rock, rifle at the ready nevertheless.

What follows is her muttering in Cantonese, and you bite back a smile at hearing her curse like this. Then she waves you all over, calling for Mulligan to get her her bag. *page_break Which He Does. The sight you find around the rock is a man the size of a grizzly laying slumped together against the stone. He's dizzy and disoriented, and the rock behind him is smeared with blood, but he's certainly alive.

"Didn't know angels can be Chinese," he mutters, seeing Mrs. Meadows, blinking blearily.

"I'm no angel, nor a demon, mainly on account that you are not dead," Mrs. Meadows retorts and crouches down before the man.

"My Holly got spooked, ma'am," the man continues. "She never does that. She's a good horse." Then he blinks. "Is it because we took that ${name}? I said to Amos we shouldn't. But Amos said we need the money."

"What's yer name?" Mulligan asks, stepping closer.

"Earl, sir," the man answers. "Earl Oakley."

"Like Annie Oakley?" Mulligan ventures.

"I wish, sir. She's a fine woman, that Miss Oakley. Even if her name wasn't Oakley all the time. She's still a fine lass." Then the man looks closer at Mulligan. "Oh. Yer the other one Mr. Favor told us to take if we can't take $!{title} ${name}."

You stand back, searching your memory for the names. You know of Amos and Earl Oakley. Two petty thieves from Arizona Territory, often working as hired muscles, even though Amos seems much more brains than brawns. Then again, Earl has enough muscle for four grown men. And both of them have a reputation to be thoroughly inept, however.

The name 'Mr. Favor' however doesn't ring any bell. It might well be an alias.

Earl tries to sit up, only to get pushed back down by Mrs. Meadows.

"Hold still," she orders. "You got quite a nasty wound on your head, and I need to see to that."

"From the rock, ma'am, when Holly threw me off," Earl says, and you note Mulligan getting nervous. As do you. While this certainly isn't a ruse, you know how Lian can be when people are in need of help. But time is of essence right now.

"Do we really have time for this?" you speak up.

Mrs. Meadows turns around, glares, but her face quickly softens with a trace of guilt.

"I can't just leave him laying here," she says.

"Gotta give it to the Pink here," Burke speaks up. "If we wanna save ${name} we oughta hurry."

At this Earl does pull himself up into a more upright position.

"$!{title} ${name} will be fine, Mr. Favor said," he says. "Can't make a bargain with a broken chip, he said."

You don't like the sound of this. By the sound of it ${name} has been kidnapped to be exchanged for something, and you wonder what. You already figured ${name} and Mulligan made a lot of enemies, but something tells you the reason for this abduction is more recent.

And the only event that comes to mind is the botched attempt on Miss Beauchêne's freedom. *page_break Curious.

"Hold up," Mulligan interrupts. "This 'Mr. Favor'. What does he want $!{title} ${name} for?"

"The sheriff's got his sister because o' $!{title} ${name} an' ya, an' Mr. Favor told us to go an' get ya [i]or[/i] $!{title} ${name}, he said that very clearly. Get only one, not both. An' he said that will make the other get him his sister back. Amos said we could just go an' break her outta that cell, no big deal. Amos always says things are no big deal when they are, and Mr. Favor wouldn't hear any of it. Told us to do as he says. And to listen to this Wilkie. I like this Wilkie none, sir. Not even a bit."

Well, there's your answer to that then. You were right. Naturally.

The name 'Wilkie' however rings a couple of alarm bells, but no reason comes to mind immediately.

"Guess we were spot on with our guess," O'Brian mutters, kicking at the ground as Mrs. Meadows finishes patching Earl up. She then rises back to her feet, nodding Burke and O'Brian to help Earl back to his feet.

"Earl, where did they bring $!{title} ${name} to?" she asks.

Earl points, guilt and thankfulness written equally on his face.

"That way, ma'am. In the woods. It's a farmstead, ma'am, with a big barn. Wilkie wanted to do away with the farmers, but I just knocked them out. Can you make sure they are alright?" He shuffles a little uncertain, sitting down again. "An'... an' can ya make sure Amos is alright as well? Amos isn't bad, ma'am. Not much at least. He tries, but he's no good at bein' bad. That's what he always tells me I am, but he is just the same."

Mrs. Meadows nods, and so does Mulligan, before Mrs. Meadows turns to O'Brian and Burke.

"You two are the best riders. You get this man back to..." before she can finish Earl grabs her wrist, startling her, his hand covering almost her entire lower arm.

"No, ma'am. Ya go an' get $!{title} ${name}. I'll wait here. An'... can you tell ${them} I'm sorry? $!{title} ${name} seemed nice, and Mr. Favor is nothin' but a bad man."

Mrs. Meadows looks at Earl for a moment, quickly checks him over again, before she nods and heads back to her horse, mounting up.

You follow, your mind still racing with the search for the names of 'Wilkie' and possibly 'Mr. Favor'. *page_break A Short Ride Through The Woods Later. A winding and well-used path leads through the woods, fresh tracks indicating recent use. The farmhouse at its end lies in the middle of a shallow valley, the trees along the edge of the little hollow provide plenty of cover. You leave the horses nearby, just out of view from the farm, and edge closer to the ledge, surveying the area below.

There's a large barn, a paddock and a small orchard ready to be harvested to the left, and the farmhouse to the right. And a lot of open space between it. All of it occupied by grim looking men with more muscles than anyone should have, and as many morals as braincells.

"I'm countin' five... no six outside," O'Brian hushes, lowering his spyglass. "An' at least two in the farmhouse."

"So prob'ly more," Burke adds, "An' then some in the barn. At least them being in the farmhouse means the farmers are still alive. No need stationin' anyone there if that weren't the case."

You nod, as does the rest of the group.

"That makes at least eleven," Mulligan notes sourly and suddenly stiffens as if something startled him. You watch the blood drain from his face, and his eye grow quite glassy, before he suddenly slumps back, shivering, eye wide with fear.

"No..." he manages in a choked whisper, slumping back, holding a hand to his mouth. "Please, God, no..."

Something is very wrong, and you have an unsettling idea what it might be.

"What's wrong?" Burke nudges Mulligan, as your group stares at the older man in worry.

"It's $!{nick}...$!{they}", he stammers, trying desperately to calm himself. "Matt checked what's goin' on and... these guys beat $!{nick} up pretty thoroughly. $!{they}@{plur 're|'s} alive, but... we gotta hurry."

You spot the tears dwelling up in the corner of Mulligan's eye as he looks at your group pleadingly. This is certainly not the news you had hoped for, but unfortunately those you had expected.

"So we better make haste," Mrs. Meadows says, and turns back to the farm. *page_break You Can Guess What She's Thinking. "Thinking about the best approach, aren't you?" you ask, brow furrowed darkly.

"Of course. Aren't you?" Mrs. Meadows retorts.

You snorts a humorless laugh.

"Not much to strategize here, is there?" you grunt. "We're outnumbered on either end of the farm, with the major part of our opponents right between the barn and the farmhouse. If we try to pick them off in either location their companions will rush in from the others and make short notice of us and their hostages."

"${name} and the farmers," Mrs. Meadows notes matter-of-factly.

You nod.

"Exactly. You know," you begin wondering. "It's strange. Nearly a dozen men, maybe more, for three people? Sounds excessive."

"What do you think?" Mrs. Meadows inquires.

"I can't tell," you answer, scanning the farm again. "But this is the kind of manpower you bring if there's something else to pro-... Bloody Hell! You got to be kidding me!"

You lower your binoculars and blink, looking after a man leaving the farmhouse with two men in tow right now. Small, stocky, well-dressed, sporting a sculpted mustache. Someone you had not expected to see here.

"What?" Mulligan asks, and you points towards Favreau.

"You know who that is?" you ask, almost casually, doing your best to not let your confusion show.

Jean-Baptiste Favreau. Highly trusted, renown banker, and cunning businessman. Someone the rich of this nation turn to when financial trouble arises. He has employed your agency a few times in the past, and while you only know him from hearsay and photographs, you've come under the impression that he is as ruthless as he's pompous and arrogant. A man you neither cross nor disappoint if you know what's good for you.

You search your memory, vaguely remembering that his sister did marry into the Robiquet family. That's two families then one would be wise not to cross. *page_break Bugger... "He looks familiar, but I dunno," Mulligan answers your question, dragging your from your thoughts.

"Jean-Baptiste Favreau," you say, gloomily. "Guess that's the ominous 'Mr. Favor'. If you ever researched the finances of anyone rich in this nation, you very likely stumbled upon the name." You pause, maybe the others know something about Favreau. There's certainly a lot to tell, and especially people like Mulligan or O'Brian — who take such delight in conning this kind of people — ought to know something.

Unfortunately, they don't.

You sigh inwardly. "I'll tell you the details once ${name} is safe and sound," you say, "But for now... He's quite bad news. The kind of man you don't want to cross, disappoint or insult. By having his family face consequence for, let's say, an attempted kidnapping. For example.

"He's also leavin'," Burke calls out in a stage whisper, drawing everyone's attention back to the farm.

Favreau is indeed climbing into a waiting coach, while a total of four men mount up, two of them on the coach, two on horses, all heavily armed. Favreau barks some orders and the carriage sets into motion into the opposite direction of where you are. Well, that leaves you with a more reasonable number of opponents to handle.

"In the hope I won't jinx it, but damn, that's lucky for us," Burke mutters, and you're inclined to agree.

"Still got more than enough on our hands," Mulligan says, and you notice the faint, curt nod he's giving someone. "Give Matt a moment to check what we're up against now." *page_break So You Wait. After a moment you spot another such small nod from Mulligan, before he tells the group that there's now four hired guns in the barn, and three in the house. Then he pauses.

A mixture of bafflement, worry, and a trace off anger ghost over his face before he frowns darkly.

"Got another problem, it seems," he tells you. "They beat up this Amos pretty good. Matt says he needs help better sooner than later. An' the farmers are close to doin' something stupid."

Oh, isn't that just great? You sigh inwardly, wondering if this can even end well. There's no question that your group will have to split up, and everything then will have to be timed well. Which is easier said than done.

"Bugger," Burke mutters. "So, what now?"

"We have to split up," you suggest. "Even with the numbers more even, it won't do if we clear one side of the farm, only to have the buggers on the other catch on. Especially if the farmers are about to try something."

Burke nods, but then furrows his brows.

"How long ya think we got?" he asks, looking at you. What kind of question is that even? How should you know what the farmers are up to precisely?

"You mean until the farmers do some-..." you begin, confused, when things click into place. Burke isn't asking about the farmers. He figured Favreau is likely on his way to seek out Mulligan, and when he'll find the hotel room empty.... "You mean until Favreau will return, right?"

Burke nods again. *page_break "There's no way in Hell that guy ain't headin' to town to force Mulligan here to free his sister. An' when he finds Mulligan gone..."

"He'll come back here an' all Hell will break loose," Mulligan finishes the thought, shuddering. He knits his brows, face strained as if he's listening to something with great attention, before he sighs softly and relieved.

"Matt says some other ghosts are keepin' an eye on Favreau. They'll make sure he won't come back here any time soon."

You quirk a brow, a shiver running down your spine. Something about the way Mulligan said that has your hairs stand on end, and you feel as if things you buried deep have just found a handy spade.

"Hey!" O'Brian suddenly calls out, nodding towards the farmhouse. One of the hired guns is making his way over to the barn, looking indisputable upset. You know the expression. Something has come up that he needs to talk to their leader to.

"Eleven in the barn then, two in the house," Mulligan mutters. "Is that better or worse?"

"It doesn't make much of a difference," Mrs. Meadows answers, and casually checks her rifle. "I suggest two of us head to the house and take out the two men there. The others get into position in the barn and await the others attacking from the other side."

"Best choice we have," you agree.

"Only choice we got, innit?" Burke grunts, checking his weapons as well. "So, how we gonna do that?"

"Giles is an excellent sharpshooter," Mrs. Meadows declares in a tone so matter-of-fact that it's almost comical, and you blink astonished. She's usually not someone to give out compliments, especially not to someone like you. But you refrain from asking aloud if she's mocking you. "One of us has to head to the farmhouse, the other heads to the barn."

"Tommy should take the barn," O'Brian speaks up. "He's the better shot an' fighter outta the two o' us, makes more sense to have him where more people are."

Burke nods curtly.

And then everyone looks at you expectantly.

#the ballad of devil's creek #baodc spoilers #baodc development #baodc lynwood

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littleoddwriter · 3 years

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omg how about asa and/or bo with a librarian boyfriend. thank you <3

Asa Emory/The Collector & Bo Sinclair x Male!Reader, who is a Librarian | Headcanons

Anon, I love your mind. Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy these! :) <3

notes; Male!Reader; Librarian!Reader; Implied Murder; Implied Homophobia; Domesticity; Fluff.

Asa Emory/The Collector

Being an entomologist (and additionally doing research on anatomy for his ‘hobby’), Asa visits the library a lot, which is how you two met – most days that he’d come in, you were working and either guiding him to good literature, going into detail about some essay works and which he should most likely take with a grain of salt, etc.

Through all this, you definitely piqued his interest more than anyone else – he didn’t just desire to make you part of his collection, but he also wanted to be close to you; he wanted all your exclusive knowledge just for himself and he wanted to hear you tell him all of it

Having you as his boyfriend has a lot of perks – you would always tell him about new works you got in that were about either topic that he always kept researching, and the two of you would sit down together and work through everything

It certainly makes it much easier for him to be more precise about what he’s looking for, and therefore less time consuming, which means he has a lot more time to actually work with his new-found knowledge, then

You love hearing him go on about entomology; it's so interesting to you and it only benefits you in case some of his students came in to make inquiries – truly a win-win-situation all around

Additionally, you’d never get bored at work – he always comes by whenever he could to see you and maybe borrow a couple of books, all the while not being entirely subtle when he caresses your handsome face with his hand, or brushes it through your hair – you mesmerise him and he has a hard time keeping his eyes and hands off you

He just loves seeing you work, fully blossoming in your element as a librarian – not everyone was truly as passionate about what they did as you were and he certainly admires that about you

Bo Sinclair

The library had always been a place to find peace and quiet away from everyone around him since he was a child, and so it wasn’t long until you’ve caught his attention when he still came in as an adult

He loves to read and gain knowledge, he loves the atmosphere of libraries, and he loves watching all these different people come and go, borrowing books, films, recordings, etc. – most of all, he loves seeing you help these people find what they’re looking for and giving them such extensive knowledge on it before they even got it

Some of them would rudely interrupt you and say they know what they came for and don’t want your help, while others would appreciate it as much as he did from afar – it took him a while to actually talk to you

Generally speaking, it was all rather slow how you two got together – he felt ashamed of his interest at first, but over time he just couldn’t resist you anymore, and he was more than happy to find that you had apparently eyed him in interest, too

Once you officially become a couple, though, he comes into the library significantly more – he is looking for your proximity and wants to stay close at all times, he is obsessed with you (and you absolutely don’t mind)

Of course, living in such rural areas, people don’t appreciate you two openly showing your affection for one another, but that’s hardly ever a problem, when you would never see them again after they’ve made their comments anyway (although, some of Vincent’s wax figures often seemed eerily familiar)

Something the two of you started doing after a while was lying in bed, or sitting in the library late at night, all alone, as Bo would read his favourite books to you – his voice always sends shivers down your spine and you love the way he reads to you

These times, in the library and at home when it's just you two, are those very rare ones that Bo seems so at ease and calm - a contrast you only started noticing when you've witnessed him outside of such situations more and more

And really, you're so happy to find that the reason for his calmness is usually you, not just the books or the library's quiet atmosphere, but also your mere presence

#asa emory #asa emory x reader #the collector #the collector x reader #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #slashers #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher character #slasher community #slasher fandom #slasher headcanons

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ivy-lulu · 3 years

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Ikevamp suitors and Chess

So, this has been sitting in my drafts for months because I was too nervous to post it as I've never written headcanons before. I've literally shoved it in queue somewhere so I don't even know when its gonna post. I hope they're ok. Also, this is a pretty long post so I'm gonna put it under the cut.

I started thinking about which suitors would be the best at a game of chess (because I lost...) so I decided to make a post about it.

Warnings: None (except my terrible attempt at humour, you have been warned)

SCORE/10 shows how likely you'd be to win

The 'has won before the game's even started' gang

Arthur - Not much to say about this one. Canonically, Arthur is almost unbeatable at any board game, card game, even games that have been created on the spot (RIP Isaac). So it's obvious he'd take up the first spot on the 'I've got this' team. -1000/10 (it'll only end in tears)

Comte - He's been alive a long time so naturally he'd have spent some of that time mastering this sort of thing. In his 'bad boy' phase the game keeps mentioning, I imagine he was probably a lot like Arthur, even on the gambling front; he probably plays a great hand in poker with that mask he always has on. But on another note, there's even that one 5* card with Leo where the commentary is them playing chess. 0/10 (he'll win and he'll be wearing that smile the entire time) And, that leads me on to...

Leonardo - Last member of the 'you never stood a chance' crew. He is, as the game puts it, a master of all trades, he definitely knows his way around a chess board. He literally has books on military tactics lying around his room so it's safe to say he probably knows what he's doing. He's going at the bottom of this group though because he'd probably let you win just because he loves you, just don't mention him going easy on you because he will show you how he actually plays... 1/10 (if you ask really nicely he'll let you win)

The 'you might be good, but they'll be better' gang

Napoleon - He was the Emperor, what do you expect. He's only in this group because, unlike in war, all of your players are on the board, its much harder to hide any dirty tricks that he might have played on his opponents in his human life. But, unless you are exceptionally good, there's still only a small chance your gonna win this, and he's not one to take pity so he wouldn't go easy on you, if anything winning is something he'd just be able to tease you about later. 2/10 (a bad idea)

Isaac - Logic is his strong suit, so he would be very good at this sort of thing. He'd carefully consider his actions to determine the best possible move so would probably excel at something like chess. His only downfall might be that he could overthink things, especially if his opponent is playing mind games with him, e.g Arthur. 3.5/10 (you could just tease him during the game and he'd lose his focus, but you'd have to live with the fact you cheated to win)

Sebastian - Now hear me out. With the amount of meticulous planning and organisation it takes to keep the mansion running smoothly, he would probably be very good at thinking ahead of his opponent, setting traps and the like. Also with his slight *cough* obsession *cough* with Napoleon, he has probably studied his fair share of military strategy which could come in really handy. 4/10 (if you manage to win, he's not even a sore loser so a pretty safe bet)

The 'can be beaten but you better bring your game' gang

Shakespeare - I mean, if you've played even one route in Ikevamp, you know that he's pretty good at keeping a low profile, whilst causing absolute chaos. You'd think you're doing absolutely fine, in fact you might even think you're winning, but before you can even tell what's happened, the tables have turned and you're down to only a handful of pieces on the board. If you're good at spotting these sort of tricks though, you stand a pretty good chance because its his main strategy. 5/10 (keep your eyes on the game and you'll be good)

Dazai - Dazai, like Arthur, is probably very good at playing mind games, which would give him an edge over his opponent. It would seem like he's playing randomly and you'd have no idea what is a trick and what isn't, but he knows. As long as you can hold your own and keep your head screwed on, you'll have a chance of winning. 5.5/10 (you might win, but at the cost of your sanity)

Theo - This is a tricky one. He probably hasn't played much, probably just played with a client once whilst discussing a deal and decided he should learn a little more in case the situation arises again. I'm putting Theo here because I think he is just a bit more logical than some of the others. 6/10 (if you're an average player, it'll be pretty even)

The 'your best bet at winning' gang

Mozart - He knows what the pieces do, but he doesn't know how to play, if you catch my drift. He spends so much time dedicated to his music he probably hasn't had much practice at it. I still think he'd be decent though because he is organised, perhaps in a similar, but not quite as extreme way as Sebastian. If you consider yourself average at chess, you'd probably be pretty evenly matched with Mozart too. 7.5/10 (if you win, he will sulk about it for the rest of the day)

Jean - He is much better at physical challenges than mental ones like this. He probably doesn't even know the rules but he's a quick learner and you could easily teach him. In fact once he does get a bit of practice in, he might actually be decent at the game, just don't try challenging him to any physical duels and you'll be okay. 8.5/10 (it's only because he doesn't know the rules)

Vincent - He's probably played once before but never really got into it. Vincent would probably be your best bet at winning, purely because he just doesn't know how to play, and would probably only be interested in learning if you wanted him to. He's also a literal angel so he'd probably let you win. 10/10 (you will win, but will you ever actually feel proud about it?)

If you made it this far, thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed it!

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cutethingstolove · 3 years

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Photos and Inspiration From @little-stephanies-diary and @babiechristy, Part 18

When the alarm went off at 630 Tuesday morning, the girls were still wrapped in each other’s arms. Stephanie, not wanting to stop cuddling, reached over and hit the snooze button so she and Courtney could spend another five minutes together before waking up for the day. The alarm woke Courtney up as well, but she was extremely happy that Steph had turned it off and kept holding her. Courtney was still thinking about last night when she received her first spanking since she was five years old, and loved that Stephanie was still holding her making her feel safe and loved. Sadly, it didn’t seem like too long before the alarm went off for the second time and the girls knew they had to wake up for the day.

“Hey Steph,” Courtney whispered, “We need to get up. I really wish we didn’t have to though.”

“Í know,” Stephanie said a little groggy, “But my dad will worry if we aren’t up soon, and we do have to get ready for school still.”

“Yeah,” Courtney said a bit dejected, “And I really don’t want to get in trouble again. That spanking last night was super humiliating, and I don’t want to deal with that again.”

“I thought the same thing the first time he spanked me last week,” Stephanie responded, “But you have to admit that he was pretty kind about the whole thing.’

“You mean last night wasn’t the first time he spanked you!”, Courtney said in shock.

“Just once last week,” Stephanie said sheepishly, “I lied to him about having an accident in school, but he caught me. It was a bit embarrassing, but since no one else knew, I didn’t want to say anything about it.”

“Well I guess we have another secret to keep,” Courtney giggled, “But I’m not sure if I want to go to school today after that. It might not have been so bad if you were the one who spanked me instead of him.”

Stephanie smiled a little hearing this, and understood why Courtney didn’t want to go to school. She wouldn’t mind taking the day off too as she wouldn’t have to spend all day worrying about one of her other classmates finding out about her diaper. Stephanie started to hatch a plan to talk her dad into letting them have the day off from school without being punished. She was still thinking when Courtney suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her out of bed.

The girls walked downstairs for breakfast, both still in just their diapers and the shirts they had worn to bed. When they reached the kitchen, they grabbed some cereal and joined Steph’s dad at the table where he was sitting with his morning cup of coffee. They both took their seats, pouring the cereal and milk into their bowls. Just before they had a chance to grab their spoons and start eating, they heard Steph’s dad’s deep voice interrupt the silence.

“Morning girls,” he said in his baritone voice, “Did you both manage to stay dry last night?”

“I did daddy!,” Stephanie exclaimed proudly.

“So did I,” Courtney said a little perturbed.

“Well I’m proud of both of you,” Steph’s dad with a hint of pride, “Are you two going to be good at school today?”

“Actually daddy,” Steph said meekly, “I was kinda hoping we could skip school today. I think last night was a bit hard on Court, and it might be good for us to have some girl time.”

“Yes please!”, Courtney piped up, “I could really use a day to wrap my head around getting a spanking.”

“That’s fair,” Steph’s dad feeling a little bad, “I guess I can call the school and let them know you two won’t be in today.”

Elated at this, the girls both looked at each other and smiled as big as they could. They started chattering incessantly about what they were going to do with their day off. After a couple of minutes, they decided that they could go shopping at the mall again which would be more fun on a slow Tuesday. Steph’s dad reminded them that they were still potty training, and mentioned that they should wear their bigger diapers since they wouldn’t have anyone to help change them if they had an accident. Stephanie was a little worried about this as she wasn’t able to try on any of the cute jeans she had found on Saturday with the big diaper on. Thankfully for her, Courtney spoke up with a great idea of how they could avoid this.

“What if we bring a couple extra pairs of Goodnites with us just in case?,” Courtney asked stoically.

“I guess that could work,” he said, “But you each have to take two with and I’ll check when I get home to see if you had to use them. And be honest with me because I don’t want to have to spank either one of you again.”

“Of course daddy!,” Steph blurted out with excitement.

“Thank you dadd-,” Courtney caught herself, “I mean sir.”

“Oh Courtney,” Steph’s dad said softly, “If you want to call me daddy like Steph does, that’s ok with me. You’ve spent so much time over here during the years that I’m almost like a second dad to you.”

A grin spread across Courtney’s face when she heard this, and even Stephanie was happy since it made them feel more like sisters instead of just friends. The girls finished their breakfast rather quickly as they wanted to start their day off, and as soon as they were done they bounded upstairs to change for the day. Courtney went into the bathroom to change out of her nighttime diaper, but Stephanie just changed in her room tossing her diaper in the trash before pulling on a pair of Goodnites. Just as Stephanie finished pulling them on, Courtney came bursting through the door in a fresh pair of pullups and her hoodie.

The girls started looking through Stephanie’s clothes to find stuff to wear for the day. Stephanie picked out a pair of black jeans and a yellow t-shirt while Courtney found a pair of black leggings and a fuzzy white sweater. They both quickly threw their clothes on, grabbed extra Goodnites out of Stephanie’s dresser, and hurried back downstairs to start their day. Steph’s dad stopped the girls before they left and checked to make sure they were both wearing their pullups and had their extras with them before releasing them for their day of fun.

The drive to the mall went quickly because there was so little traffic, but by the time they arrived in the parking lot Stephanie had already wet her pullup. She had been so excited to start the day that she didn’t bother going to the bathroom before they left so she told Courtney that they would need to stop by the mall bathroom first so she could change into a dry Goodnite. Courtney giggled a little, but made sure to put their spare pullups in her purse before they went inside. Courtney needed to go to the bathroom anyway, but didn’t want to wait until they made it inside, so she paused for a moment before closing the car door and flooded her Goodnite. Looking at Stephanie, Courtney smirked before saying, “You’re not the only one who needs a change.”

After their stop by the mall bathroom, the girls walked into the nearly empty mall talking about where they wanted to shop. Stephanie shyly mentioned that she wanted to go visit the new store where she had found Vincent on Saturday, but Courtney thought it was a great idea! Courtney had secretly wanted to spend more time looking there the last time they were shopping, but didn’t want Stephanie to think she was childish. She was a bit shocked when Stephanie told her that she was just pretending to not want to stay there either! The two quickly made their way to the new store and started browsing.

The store was empty, save for the cashier, when they arrived. They were also both rather excited that none of their classmates would be there on a school day to see them, and both went to quick work picking out their favorite things. It wasn’t long before their arms were loaded with adult sized onesies, cartoonish night shirts, and super colorful fuzzy socks. As they made their way to the dressing room they passed through a part of the store neither had seen before; it was shelves full of bigger diapers in a ton of cute patterns. They stopped to look at the variety when Courtney pointed out that one of them called ‘Lil Bella’ had a cotton candy scent! They decided that they were going to buy a pack of those before heading into their dressing rooms to try on their spoils.

As they tried on different things, they would step out into the hallway to show things off to each other. Ironically, they both stepped out one time wearing the exact same thing, a light blue hooded onesie with a white heat and cloud on the stomach! They complimented each other on how cute they each looked in it, and decided they would both buy one so they could match. After each picking out a couple other items, the girls started heading towards the checkout, making sure to grab a bag of the diapers they had saw earlier. The cashier smiled a little bit when she saw the girls placed their thing on the counter. Even though the girls were both well over 18, they were giggling with each other like they did when they were much younger.

Not really interested in going to any other shops, and wanting to try on their new clothes, the girls decided to head back to Steph’s house and just spend the rest of the day being lazy. As they pulled into the driveway, the girls bolted from the car grabbing their bags, and went inside nearly racing each other. The second they were inside and the door was closed, they both started taking off their clothes as fast as they could and quickly threw on the matching onesies they had bought. They took a moment to admire how cute they both looked before Courtney went to the living room to start a movie while Steph grabbed some snacks from the kitchen joining Courtney on the couch less than a minute later.

The girl spent the rest of the day watching Disney movies, poking fun at each other, and even took a nap together on the couch. They were both happy they had their Goodnites on when they woke up though as they had both had accidents while they were asleep. Knowing they would probably be caught lying if they tried to hide it, Courtney grabbed the last two spare pullups from her bag and they both went upstairs to change and use the bathroom. Just as they were finishing up, they heard the garage door open meaning that Steph’s dad was home. They both bounced downstairs and hopped back on the couch just a couple seconds before he cam into the house. Before heading upstairs to change himself, Steph’s dad looked at the girls in their matching outfits and a pleasant grin crossed his face.

To Be Continued…

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slasherbastard · 3 years

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Could you please place my order but if it is too complicated you can disregard it.

Imagine that the Slachers (Michael, Jason, Brahms, Vincent and Bo) come home or something and see their beloved's best friend declaring that he misses her and that he loves her, then that friend gives him a kiss on the mouth {for demonstrate your love}.

What would be the boys' reaction to seeing this scene? And what will happen next?

thank you for the request! i’ve been wanting to write this request out ever since i got it, also a quick warning for non-consensual kissing

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Michael Myers

Yet another quiet night spent waiting for Michael to return from his 'night job' and you were spending this lonely night watching horror movies like you usually did. The character wandered around in the dark helplessly trying to distance herself from the killer and just as the killer jumped out, there a knock on the front door. You jumped up and turned to the door and checked the time, Michael wasn't meant to be home for a few more hours. Suspicious, you grabbed the knife sitting on the coffee table - Michael taught you how to defend yourself although he still worries you'll end up stabbing yourself instead of any intruders - and creeped up to the door, you knew Michael wasn't one for knocking and usually just barged in since you always left the door unlocked for him.

As you got closer you could hear talking. "- Shit what if I got the wrong address? Y/N? Hello? It's me, Y/F/N!" You froze and dropped the knife, you haven't heard from this guy in years, how did he find you? You quickly picked the knife back up and slid it into the waistband of your jeans just in case and opened the door, and yeah it was him alright. "Y/N? It's really you?" Without warning he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in for a hug which you returned, the two of you broke apart and your friend let himself past you into the house, you weren't planning on doing anything because you knew Michael wouldn't forgive you but you were still worried about what would happen if he came home to find this complete stranger in his house.

"Y/F/N, I hope I don't sound mean but what are you doing here?" "I wanted to do this" He pulled you in and kissed you, smiling as he pulled away but that smile faded as he realised you weren't even looking at him. "What is it, Y/N?" He said amusingly as he followed your eyes and turned around to see what you were looking at, only to be stabbed in the chest by the infamous Shape, Michael Myers. Michael removed the knife and watched Y/F/N fall to the ground, calling for your help before passing out. Michael slammed the door and stared back at you waiting for an explanation to what he just witnessed.

"I swear I didn't kiss him back. He just found out where I was living, came in and kissed me." The words felt like a lie as they passed your lips but you weren't lying. You were scared Michael was going to kill you as well but instead he just stood there and continued to stare. "I don't have feelings for him, he was just an old friend from school." You heard a grunt coming from behind the mask as he approached the body and picked it up before disappearing outside with it. You yourself decided to disappear upstairs and go to bed.

You waited and waited for Michael to join you but he never did. At one point you got tired of waiting and got tired in general and decided to just call it a night and fall asleep and if you got stabbed mid-dream then at least it would most likely hurt less. At one point you woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of someone shuffling into the room and the creaking of the floor. You lazily turned to just see Michael in your view and yawned as you sat up and switched on the lamp beside you, he was taking off his coveralls which looked a little more bloodier than usual which did raise a few questions that you were too tired and too concerned to ask, but there was one question you felt like you had to ask.

"Do you hate me?" Michael looked over at you and tilted his head in confusion as his bloody clothes fell to the floor and he slid on a different t-shirt. "I swear he just kissed me but I didn't kiss back. Do you hate me?" Michael didn't move for a few moments but eventually he removed his mask and shook his head, then he got into bed and pulled you into his body. You turned off the lamp as he lazily played with your hair. You felt like he was still mad at you to some extent, but knowing that he decided to let you live another day was a relief.

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Jason Voorhees

Sometimes it got very lonely at Camp Crystal Lake, as much as you loved Jason you also missed a lot of your friends and family who you never got to see since Jason hated being away from you and he also hated letting people leave the campsite alive. Sometimes you'd bring up letting a friend visit for just the day but Jason would always either shake his head or sign "No." at you. Jason felt a bit guilty for saying no but he was afraid of losing you and just knowing that there were people out there who were 1000% better than he was made him want to shrivel up at the bottom of the lake.

As worried as he is, he trusts you a lot so he waited until you were ready to ask the question and signed "Yes." before you could even say it. Your smile warmed his heart and he knew that you had no ill intentions with this friend of yours, the only thing that saddened Jason was that he couldn't meet this friend of yours and would have to hide - or in this case, lurk in the background just in case.

Jason couldn't help but feel a bad vibe from that friend of yours but he didn't want to ruin the moment so he just watched from behind a few trees. Everything was fine, you and your friend were sitting on the pier with your feet dangling over the lake, just talking about drama you missed in your hometown. "So, what's with you living on this campsite?" "Oh I don't live here. My house is through that forest-y area over there, I just like coming here to clear my mind."

"Can we go back to your place?" "Oh, I didn't finish cleaning. Lets just stay here for a while" you lied but your friend was already getting up and walking around so you followed him, hopping as you tried to keep up with him as you slipped your shoes back on. You were hesitant but guided him to the old cabin you and Jason were still revamping in the middle of the woods. You looked up and noticed Jason peaking out from behind a bush and subtly nodded at him as reassurance at everything was okay.

You were making lunch for the two of you when you noticed your friend sneaking looks at you through the reflection in the window in front of you but thought nothing of it. You looked past the reflection of your friend's face and out the window to see Jason was staring at you again, you smiled and signed "I am okay." at him, only seconds later your friend was behind you. He grabbed you and turned you around. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time." He paused before going in to kiss you softly.

Jason wasn't happy, watching the scene take place, he was at the cabin and before you knew it, Jason's machete's was lodged into your friend's skull and then he was dead. At that point you were worried that Jason had lost all trust in you and was probably going to kill you as he took a step closer to you and grabbed you but instead he pulled you in and enveloped your body into his and you began to cry and endlessly apologise.

A long night of cuddling and reassurance will fix it. Jason got rid of the body long ago and made you tea immediately after that. "I'm sorry." You signed at Jason. "For what? It was his fault and I know you'd never do that." It was comforting to know that Jason didn't hate you or blame you for it. Sure you were sad that one of your close friends was dead but you were also relieved that Jason was there to help.

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Brahms Heelshire

"No, No guests allowed! That's the rules!" Brahms angrily growled. "Oh please Brahms, I haven't seen him in forever, he's just a friend from my hometown. We're strictly friends." Brahms stubbornly shook his head and stomped off leaving you alone. You groaned in annoyance and continued working on cooking dinner. A friend from your old town was in the UK for some business and wanted to come visit for a few hours but Brahms was very serious about his rules and his feelings for you - especially the rules. You knew Brahms wasn't going to follow through and let this stranger into his home but at least you tried.

During dinner Brahms spoke up, "Fine. But only for an hour." You looked up at Brahms who was clearly avoiding your gaze. "Really?" He nodded and you smiled, thanking him and going back to eating "- If you give me two goodnight kisses every night this month." You laughed and agreed to it, too excited to see Y/F/N. You called him immediately after dinner while Brahms quietly listened to the conversation through the phone, still very jealous but also trying to test you to see if you really were loyal enough to not cheat on him.

The day Y/F/N was supposed to be visiting, Brahms stayed hidden in the walls and watched as you nervously paced around near the front door waiting for Y/F/N's car to pull up. When he showed up, Brahms watched as you both excitedly hugged and talked about how much you both missed each other, you looked so happy. Usually Brahms loved seeing you smile but mostly when he was the reason you were smiling, not whoever this 'Y/F/N' is. Brahms stomping around could be heard from outside the walls where you and your friend were talking who was obviously curious about it. "There's rats in the walls, I have to clean the traps out every morning."

The hour came to an end before the three of you knew it and you were getting ready to say bye to Y/F/N. "Y/N? Before I leave I wanted to ask you something." You nodded and he put down his bag. "We've been friends for like what, 3 years, has it been? I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me. I know I have a girlfriend already but things haven't been going well for us and-" Y/F/N's voice was drowned out by your thoughts, you knew Brahms was listening and you were very worried that he was going to get the wrong idea very quickly.

"Uh Y/F/N I-" He cut you off by kissing you. It all happened so quickly that you didn't have time to process it before you pushed him off you and backed away from him by a few steps. "Y/F/N, I- I can't. I have a boyfriend." he looked confused and ran a hand through his hair. "I think you should leave." You muttered just loud enough for him to hear but he didn't move. "Y/N I thought we had something. I saw the way you used to look at me and-" "Yes, USED to. Just leave." Y/F/N looked like he was about to say something but instead he grabbed his bag and pushed past you. You waited a few seconds before hearing a scream coming from the parlour and ran over to see Brahms choking Y/F/N out on the floor.

"My Y/N! They are Mine! Not yours!" You watched as Brahms choked out your friend and waited for him to see you standing there. Y/F/N fell to the floor and Brahms turned to you. "Promise me that you don't love him." Brahms began making his way towards you. "I don't love him. I love you, Brahms." You couldn't see Brahms' real expression through that porcelain mask of his. "I promise I love you, so much more than I could ever love him." Brahms craned his neck to the side and tilted his head so he was almost at your level, pressing those porcelain lips against yours, which you kissed back in an instant.

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Bo Sinclair

Bo is very possessive of you and will not let anybody else touch you, not even his brothers of course. When you came in contact with an old friend they were desperate to reunite with you and begged to see you but Bo never lets you leave Ambrose. Hell, he won't even let you out of his sight most of the time, so you had two more choices - you could either reject the idea of seeing your friend, or you could bring them to Ambrose and just pray that Bo doesn't get too jealous. When you finally built up the courage to ask Bo if a friend could visit and hopefully leave the town alive he happily obliged which was a surprise but you decided not to question it too much.

While Y/F/N is around, Bo is way more touchy. Bo will grab your ass out of nowhere and stand a little too close to you, sometimes he'll even pull you away from a conversation just to kiss you before going back to doing whatever he was doing. You knew Bo was definitely jealous and as fun as it could be to mess with him it was also dangerous. After some persuading, you finally managed to get Bo to leave the two of you alone at the house - he needed to work on his truck anyways.

Bo wasn't happy with leaving you with this random guy but he trusted that you wouldn't pull anything. You and your friend spent the rest of the day just talking and catching up, you weren't sure what Bo was so worried about - you began sneaking quick glances at the window to make sure that he wasn't standing there watching the two of you. The day was coming to an end and plans changed when Y/F/N decided to leave only to realise that his car wasn't starting and Bo was nowhere to be seen.

Having no other choice, Y/F/N decided to stay the night. You set up his makeshift bed on the couch and decided to watch a movie since Bo wasn't back yet. At first you two were just sitting together but eventually you found yourself resting your head on his shoulder as you began to get more and more tired. "Hey, Y/N?" Y/F/N whispered, not sure if you were still awake or not. You looked up at him and before you could process anything his lips were on yours. You tried to pull away but he was starting to get more aggressive, tugging at your shirt in a lousy attempt to rip the fabric as you continued trying to push him off of you.

"Hey what the fuck is this?" Y/F/N jumped off the couch and Bo was standing there, he was so red you'd mistake him for the devil. It was quick but Bo managed to grab your friend and begin beating the crap out of him while you yelled and begged him to stop - which was useless. Once Bo was sure that your friend wasn't breathing he stopped and looked at you. "You're welcome." He said bluntly before giving your friend's body one last kick in the side and throwing it over his shoulder and taking it outside.

Obviously you were nervous, was Bo going to punish you? How much of that did he see? Did he see Y/F/N come onto you or did he just assume you were cheating on him? You were a little scared and tried to wait up for Bo but you were tired and thought about calling it a night but suddenly you weren't so tired. You wanted to melt into Bo's touch but you knew he was pissed at you so you decided that going to bed was a good idea, even if that meant not actually sleeping and just staring at the ceiling until the sun blinded you.

When you woke up the next morning you were expecting Bo to either start an argument or take you to one of the few buildings in town to admire Vincent's newest work, but then it came to your attention that he'd gotten his brother Lester to dump your friend's body in the pit outside of town. As inhumane as it sounded - ignoring the fact that your boyfriend is a murderer - you weren't upset, you were glad that Y/F/N got what he deserved and Bo was glad that you felt the same way. Yes, Bo was still very annoyed but he knew it wasn't your fault.

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Vincent Sinclair

Vincent definitely wasn't thrilled about the idea of a friend visiting because he was scared of losing you. No matter how many times you told Vincent you'd never leave him he never fully believed you. Sure, you're a very open minded and friendly person who managed to love him for how he looks and his job but that didn't mean that you would stay with him forever - you were bound to find someone better than him.

After a lot of coaxing and promising, Vincent finally gave in and allowed you to let your friend visit as long as you told your friend that you were in a relationship and as long as Vincent didn't have to meet this friend of yours - but that didn't stop him from keeping an eye on the two of you. He watched as you both walked around town and visited the House of Wax. Vincent found himself peering at the two of you from one of the windows on the outside.

"This place is weird. Why would you want to live in an abandoned town, anyways?" Y/F/N said, obviously very creeped out as he poked at one of the wax figures. "You've always been into a lot of weird shit, I see you haven't changed since high school." He half joked causing you to playfully roll your eyes and look at him. You were very much aware that Vincent was watching. "I'm not alone. I live here with my boyfriend."

"What boyfriend? This entire time I've been here, he hasn't shown up. I'm starting to think you're just playing hard to get." You felt sick. "W-Well, he's busy, he works and stuff." Y/F/N got closer. "What does this boyfriend of yours do?" He placed his hand on yours and you swore you heard something coming from below the two of you but Y/F/N was too focused on you to even react.

"Y/F/N, I'm serious." "So am I." He tried to kiss you but you shoved him back, knocking him into one of the figures which shattered on the floor, broken wax and bone fragments dumped on the floor. Your friend saw this and widened his eyes as he looked back at you and began to crawl away from you. "What the fuck is this? Is this a joke?" By now you were crying but your breath hitched in your throat as you saw Vincent creeping up behind Y/F/N holding two knives. You didn't speak as Y/F/N continued his rant and tried to get away from you while paying no attention to your boyfriend.

Long story short, somebody had to replace that broken wax figure and Y/F/N's visit couldn't have been anymore perfect. Vincent was upset about what'd happened but he was just glad that you were still with him even after all that. He didn't fully understand how you could still love him after that but you did and that was good enough for him.

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