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simpcityy · 9 months

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I'm Not Her Pt.5 (Father Miguel O’Hara x Teen! Daughter Reader)

Summary: Miguel O’Hara is your biological father but it’s not great being his daughter when he’s hooked in the past still.

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of its characters. This short One-Shot has made it into a series! Read part one, two, three and four please to understand the prompt better. (Linked Below) This chapter is full on Miguel's POV.

Word Count: 300 words

Warnings: Use of female pronouns, Use of (Y/N), angst, Father Miguel, overall, it’s just sad for now. Other dimensional Miguel…mention of blood, stabbing, knife, cursing, maybe consider yandere behavior from other dimensional Miguel and Miguel's POV/version of the story??...Uhhh I think that is all for now.

I know it's short, very short but It's better than not being able to read another chapter for a long time.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6

Miguel's Version?? POV-ish? (I know there is term, but my head is fried from college classes) Also Scenes with Jess and Peter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Pain, that was all he felt when his eyes open. He looked around his surroundings noticing he was on a pile of trash bags. Letting out a grunt, Miguel looks down at his abdomen seeing the bleeding, "Lyla?" He calls out before looking at his arm, his watch missing " Puta Madre" He whispers and looks around before getting out of the dumpster. He leans up against the wall and recollects his thoughts out loud. "Okay, Other me too my life...stabbed me with the intentions of killing me...shut Lyla off...(Y/N) ...(Y/N)!" He finally took note of his daughter's life, you were in danger seeing the crazy look on that other dimensional self. "No no no..." He repeats before swinging up to the roof top to avoid being spotted. Reaching the rooftop, he punches the wall, " What to do Miguel!" He yells at himself feeling lost. He slowly slides down the wall and puts his hand over his wound, his healing function slowly working on the wound, but it still hurts. Many emotions were running through his mind, hurt, anger and mostly, disappointment. He was disappointed in himself for every leaving someone who was his flesh and blood. What went wrong? He thinks back to the time where he left his dimension to be with Gabriella, the day of your birthday. He knew it was wrong but, something pulled him to that dimension before destroying it. He looks at his hands where Gabriella was taken from him. Slowly, the image of her was replaced with you. "No!" He gets up determined, he wasn't going to lose you next.

Miguel walked down the streets of this earth he was stuck in, after knocking a drunken man who was harassing a young lady. Which he was gifted a 50 dollar from the young woman for helping her. He used it to buy clothing to fit in and draw less attention. He was on edge in case this earth had another Miguel which he would happily keep his distance after experiencing the variant who dumped him here. He stops at the Alchemax building and walks past a couple of workers who were busy chatting, taking the opportunity to sneak his hand in their lab coat pocket, taking their ID card. He walks through the thick doors, sliding the card accessing him to the lab. Taking the nearest empty Lab, he got to work on making a prototype watch to take him home. He doesn't care if it was going to take weeks, he will get his life back but most importantly, get you back before he loses you for good.

Back at the Spider Society, Peter walked down the hall into Miguel's office with Jess. " Empty...this is the second day he hasn't shown and not responding our text?" Peter looks around the office, for any clues where his boss might be. Jess walks over " You know what's stranger...no Lyla or (Y/N) either..." The woman stands next to him looking at the monitors trying to find Miguel's location without his approval before smiling " Ah, it shows he's back home with (Y/N), maybe he took your advice Peter." He looks at the location, your dot and "Miguels" together. " Miguel? Taking my advice? I doubt it but hey miracles happen sometimes" Peter shrugs before looking at the dots " Maybe he finally took note and appreciate what he has now and not what he lost in the past?" The tired man smiles softly, " I can't wait to tease him for taking my so-called terrible advice, I'm a great mentor after all!" He grins before seeing warning signs on the computer. " Hey Jess...what's with that?" He backs away from the computer quickly " I swear I did not touch a button!" Jess quickly types away, " Seems trying to hack us? No... trying to reprogram..." She goes to stop whatever is going on before Lyla's voice can be heard. " N-no Stop!" Her voice glitches out. The woman pulls her hands away from the computer. Lyla was finally rebooted and appears in front of them. " We have a big emergency!" Both adults look at each other before nodding looking back at Lyla, " Tell us what to do."

Miguel growls breaking the 5th watch as it failed. " Maldita Sea! " He pulls on his hair in frustration, he grips the table quickly as he glitches, time was wasting for him. For your life and his. He walks over to the bench to grab more materials before looking back seeing a portal open. " For once, I am happy to see you." Miguel mutters seeing Peter stand there smiling " Need help buddy? As a dad myself, let's go save your kid."

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Authors Note: I'M BACK...for now... but THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! So much love this series are getting. Thank you so much for the support. Make sure to like and reblog so others can be aware of my works! Anyway, thank you so much for the support! Sorry for any grammar errors. Remember to stay hydrated and to keep on simping! (Simp City Population: 364 *WOW!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH*)

Spanish Translation: 1. Puta Madre - Soo...it has a lot of meaning like holy shit, no fucking way or motherfucker...just know it's not a very nice word and I grew up with Mexican uncles who say it a lot. 2. maldita Sea - fucking dammit.

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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SCREAM MASTERPOST

*= smut

CHAD MEEKS MARTIN

Bodybag | Riley!Reader

Chad comforts you after Dewey's death

Cockblock roommate *

Ethan stops you and Chad from continuing your activities

Don't go upstairs with him

Chad stops you from going upstairs with Frankie...and then confesses to you

Goodnight kiss * | Riley!Reader

Chad walks you home and finally takes your relationship to the next level

Helping hand *

After Chad gets released from the hospital, his personal nurse gives him a helping hand

I can't go through this again

Another ghostface strikes and Chad has PTSD from the legacy murders

Is that my shirt?

Chad notices that the shirt you're wearing is his

Late night in the kitchen *

During a trip to the twins' family cabin, you and Chad have a late night adventure in the kitchen

Save a horse, ride a cowboy *

You make a move on Chad and end up in an empty bedroom with his cowboy hat on, riding another kind of horse

Setting up the tree

You and Chad decorate the Christmas tree together

Stab stab stab

Chad gets stabbed by Ghostface when looking for you

Stood up

You get stood up and Chad offers you his shoulder to cry on

The no-sex rule *

You and Chad don't listen to Mindy's 'surviving a horror movie' rules

Wrong person

You send you nudes to your ex by mistake

You drew stars around my scars

You sleep over at Chad's dorm and see something you hadn't seen before

MINDY MEEKS MARTIN

Blood on the subway

Mindy gets stabbed on the subway...there's a lot of blood

Give me attention *

Mindy works on a school assignement, but you're bored and decide to tease her

Movie night

After watching the horror that is Halloween Ends, Mindy needs kisses to erase the movie from her memory

Skilled fingers *

Mindy is a goddess in bed

TARA CARPENTER

Caught *

Tara asks you to use a vibrator on her...and Sam walks in

I was so scared

After Tara gets attacked at her house, you visit her at the hospital

Is this good? *

Tara tries to top for the first time

I thought you were dead

You survive the attack inside the shrine

Sleepover *

It's the first sleepover since Tara got attacked in her house. You and her breaks the friendship

We might die tomorrow

After Sam and Tage get attacked at the bodega, everyone stayed over at the appartement

ETHAN LANDRY

Catching feelings *

You grown feelings during a game of teasing your roommate Ethan

Friends touch each other, right? *

You teach virgin!Ethan how to touch a woman

I can't forgive you | Riley!Reader

Ethan betrays you, but you can't forgive him

It's you *

You figure out Ethan is Ghostface

Let's play a little game *

You get a phone call from a masked ID when you’re home alone…

Night visits

As Quinn's friend, you are not allowed to see her little brother, so you and Ethan have a secret relationship

No protection needed *

You and Ethan do it without a condom for the first time

Play with me *

Ethan asks you to play with him

Panty stealer

Pervy!Ethan steals your panties

Pretty boy * | camgirl!reader

Ethan purchases a private session with his favorite camgirl

Pretty boy part 2 *

Ethan purchases another private session...and get the girl's number

Pretty boy part 3 *

Camgirl!Reader and Ethan finally meets

Roomie *

Ethan jerks off to his roommate and gets caught

Shy!Ethan

Ethan has a huge crush on you but is too shy to make a move...so you make one

Study time

Studying econ turns into teasing your boyfriend

That's hot

You find out that Ethan does boxing

Video games *

You give Ethan a blowjob while he games with Chad

Video girl *

You convince Ethan to make a video with you

BILLY LOOMIS

Knife play

You seduce Billy with the knife he used to kill Maureen Prescott

Ménage à trois * | Billy x Stu x Reader

A typical movie night at Stu’s turns into a ménage à trois

Mouthful * | Billy x Stu x Riley!Reader

Why settling for one when you can get two?

PG-16 at the Theater

Billy gets handsy at the movie theater

Stranger danger *

Billy decide to surprise you on your way back from Tatum's

Talk dirty to me *

Phone sex with Billy

#chad meeks martin #tara carpenter #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin imagine #chad meeks martin x reader #scream 6 imagines #scream 6 #tara carpenter x reader #mindy meeks martin x reader

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anyaeras · 7 months

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Fucked up day || Wandnat

Paring Wanda x Natasha x Reader

Summary || Wanda and Natasha got a little carried away this Friday the 13th, but they did it in the name of love hmm?

Warnings || smut ,, AFAB!reader (They/them pronouns) ,, dom!wanda ,, dom!GP!Natasha ,, sub!reader ,, cunnalingus ,, d!v sex ,, light bondage ,, murder mentions ,, dark!plot ideas ,, slight mommy!kink ,, (a little degrading, if you squint) ,, manipulation concepts

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Friday the 13th Was all a joke to you, a stupid day that everybody wanted to act absurd, especially this Friday the 13th as it was in October approaching Halloween, you on the other hand had decided to have a quiet evening, until the news came on.

Reporting that multiple suspicious murders have taken place in your nearby city, no idea who the suspected killer is and it seems that they were still loose.

Clearly that's a little unsettling as a serial killer on the loose nearby isn't the most comforting feeling, yet it must be a whole Nother Friday the 13th prank that has gone way too far.

Now around 8:30 at night long after the sun had set, the cold brisk of the fall evening had settled, in the kitchen y/n was preparing a late dinner, simple really cutting up a few vegetables for the dish just than their phone with off.

'Unknown caller ID' the name read thinking nothing of it y/n let it go to voice mail, yet moments after the number called again.

Curiosity, overpowered ignorance, with that y/n picked up their cell.

"Do you like scary movies?" A strange male sounding voice asked over the line, leaving y/n with a shiver.

"Umm not really, I don't watch them a lot" y/n replied not thinking to much about it as none of this seemed familiar.

"What a shame, I wanted to know what's your favorite scary movie?" The raspy voice asked and that's when it hit her, the movies with the stabbing, that's what the line was from.

"Haha very funny, trying to prank me with a line from a movie" y/n said clearly not impressed before hanging up, a huge horror movie mistake.

Then again it was just a joke, going on continuing, making their meal, the sound of the front door opening, caught them off guard.

"Hello? Can I help you?" Y/n voice shouted threw the house.

"Yes sure you can y/n." The same raspy voice from over the phone now was heard throughout their house.

"This isn't funny what is this a sick joke to you?!" Y/n shouted now finally a bit uneasy with the whole situation, especially because I had no idea who would come into their house.

Y/n felt something or should they say someone quickly grab them pulling them backwards, kicking and screaming to get loose yet someone in a ghost face mask also now stood in front of them.

"every good screen movie always has two killers" the ghost face in front said.

Y/n was manhandled into a chair tied down in merely seconds.

"See y/n all these killing tonight were for you, we did it for you." The ghostface behind y/n explained

"What do you mean you did this for me? You killed innocent people?!" Y/n shouted out now confused and disgusted.

A phone was pulled from the front ghostfaces pocket, showing y/n each person who was killed, each one in someway had a relationship to y/n and they knew it.

"Y-you kill my friends? W-why?" Managing to stutter out words, almost frozen in a form of shock.

"They weren't your friends, especially not him!" the first ghost face was clearly becoming impatient as they should the photo of y/n's boyfriends slashed body, causing y/n to gasp, a few tears falling down their face.

"You're sick!"

"We aren't sick, we are protecting you, he would've just hurt you honey, we will protect you" at that point the slasher in front took off their mask, revealing themself

"Natasha?" Y/n gasped seeing the fiery redhead under the mask

"W-who's that-" now asking referring to the other masked murderer confused if one of them was Natasha, then who could the other one be?

Removing the mask, a shimmering Burnett was revealed

"Wanda? Why? Why me? Are you both going to kill me now?" They asked the two once masked murders who giggled in response to said question.

"Of course not silly, we did it all to save you, we wouldn't want to hurt you dear" Wanda spoke softly her knife touching y/n face gently.

"S-so what exactly do you want with me" clearly y/n was still confused on why their friends caused all these killings when the only reasoning they gave y/n was they killed them was to 'save you'

Natasha took her turn moving closer so that she could grab y/n's jaw forcing them to look up at her.

"Y/n, Wanda and I want all of you детка. You are ours" Natasha spoke soft words in a harsh tone

"SO YOU KILLED A BUNCH OF PEOPLE, ARE YOU GUYS DUMB WHAT IF YOU GET CAUGHT?" Y/n shouted finding the whole situation absolutely absurd.

"Are you going to turn us in?" Natasha's face held the same signature smirk, each word was taunting to the person tied in the chair.

"No they wouldn't turn us in, they don't wanna lose us" Wanda joined in on the teasing, giving y/n a quick kiss

Y/n couldn't help but enjoy the kiss, as much as they didn't want to due to the circumstances, y/n did have a tiny crush on the two women.

"That's pathetic y/n, you didn't even pull away" Wanda laughed clearly y/n wanted them even after they killed, and tied them up, and both older women knew that would be the outcome, that's why they did it.

"Guys I- umm" y/n being flustered made Natasha laugh, now taking a kiss herself from the tied up y/n.

"It's okay to want us детка" Wanda spoke softly brushing some of y/n's loose hair out of their face.

"But I shouldn't-" quickly y/n's words were hushed by the two other women who wanted to ruin the innocent one who was tied to a chair.

Natasha was getting fed up with y/n going back and forth and finally took things into her own hands. Swiftly moving to kiss now down y/n's neck, making them gasp at the feeling.

"T-Tasha" y/n's words were breathy as the redhead kept kissing on them

"Darling it seems you're a little trapped, would you like us to stop?" Wanda asked softly yet she was serious, for being a bit crazy, she was still caring and didn't want to do anything to harm y/n. Natasha also pulled away for a moment looking up at y/n for their consent yet when y/n whined for them to keep going the knew it was free game.

Natasha moved back into sucking non y/n's neck while Wanda dropped to her knees between y/n's legs.

"Can mommy taste you honey?" The name caught y/n off guard yet they still nodded giving Wanda the go, now as the witch moved y/n's pants to the floor, along with their panties she almost went feral just at the site.

"Fuck" the one tied to the chair huffed out biting their lip as Wanda got to work, having fun working y/n up

"Look at you, all tied up for us" Natasha teased as Wanda was a bit busy.

Natasha moved to grope y/n's body even more, slowly bringing them over the edge.

"Let go for us моя ангел" the redhead coaxed them over the edge, forcing y/n into their first orgasm.

Wanda lifted her head to forcefully kiss y/n, making them taste themself on her cherry colored lips. As Wanda held the kids her hands moved behind the chair, untying y/n's arms, so that the Burnett could reposition the once tied up y/n, now pushing them onto all fours, Natasha stood behind, while Wanda moved to stand in front.

"Can we use you pretty one?" Wanda bent down asking softly, yet her words were far from innocent, yet with y/n's brain already being fuzzy they were quick to nod along.

Natasha undid her jeans, pulling out her dick, finding a way to line up with y/n's cunt, slowly sliding into them making y/n moan out loudly, which Wanda countered by forcing y/n's mouth onto her cunt, giving the Burnett pleasure each time y/n moaned, Tasha on the other hand was railing y/n from behind as her dick was covered now in y/n's slick juices, making it easier for her to move in and out, which was causing y/n to scream moving closer to their second climax's.

"F-fuck I-I'm close" y/n groaned out, making Natasha thrust harder, as she herself was rather close.

"Make mommy cum and you can cum y/n" Wanda ordered making y/n work even harder at eating out Wanda, focusing on her clit more than before until the women's legs were shaking as she let go her orgasm left, prominent on y/n's face.

"Go on дорогой let go" Wanda whispered as Natasha also let her seed fill y/n, which was the finally push, making y/n shake as she orgasmed loudly.

"You did so good baby" Natasha whispered pulling out slowly, still using her arms to help support y/n, as it was clear they couldn't stand on their own.

"So so good for us, but детка, we have got to get out of here" Wanda explained now lifting y/n, supporting their weight, as Natasha grabbed keys, they were ready to skip town due to the early nights activities but as well as taking y/n far far away from this fucked up town, on the fucked up day....

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kittyamore0 · 1 year

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[PART II]

RATING: SFW

FANDOM/GENRE: Horror, dark romance, scream 6, Ghostface, Ethan Landry

WRITING STYLE: One-shot

TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul, @zspen, @h34rtsformilli, @alice121804, @kylespencersvocalcords, @babywantskith

REMINDER: Do NOT translate, transfer, modfiy, copy or steal my ideas!

CW: Attempted murder, stalking, stabbing, breaking and entering, usage of a knife, knife mentions, fighting, shouting/screaming, swearing, blood, passing out

"You fuck up!" An angry Quinn slams her hand on the small, wooden coffee table. "I wasn't going to sit there and watch you kill the love of my life!" Quinn scoffs. "Richie didn't care about trying to kill Sam!" Ethan rolled his eyes. "That's because he was with Amber! He didn't care about Sam, none of them did! Billy, Stu...I care about [Name!]"

Quinn lets out a frustrated groan. "You fucking virgin..." Ethan shrugged. "That changed with [Nam ]" Quinn pretends to gag. "Dude, overshare!" Ethan raises his hands in a 'whatever' matter.

"Dad won't be happy about this. You're messing up the plan...!" Ethan mumbled 'i dont care...' to which Quinn responded by bumping into him, hard.

She slammed the door shut, making Ethan flinch. "Cranky..." He faked shivered.

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You hummed while listening to music on your headphones, glancing outside your house window, remembering your terrifying experience on the makeshift ladder while trying to escape.

You shook your head and lifted your shoulders up and down, continuing on munching on your small snack.

Your phone rang. You were hesitant to pick up after seeing the callers ID, 'unknown caller,' but it could be Gale, prank-ers, etc...

You decided to play the safe game by hanging up, nibbling on your sweet treats.

You received another phone call again. You started getting pissed off and grabbed it in a swift motion, 'Tara' it read.

You took a deep breath in before answering and putting the phone to your ear.

"Hey, Tara, whats up?"

You could hear faint breathing from the other side.

"Hello, [Name]..."

Your breathing stopped, all of your movements stopped.

That same fucking deep, moderated Ghostface voice.

"How have you been since the last time we met, hmm? That ladder stunt you pulled was impressive, but incredibly bitchy at the same time..."

You turned to your window and then your door.

"You're acting like you wouldn't pull something like that if you were on the brick of death, cocky asshole."

They chuckled.

"You've got a point, so vulgar though..."

You scoffed.

"Says the fucker who said my surviving skills were bitchy!" "Feisty, i like it..."

You grimaced.

"Fuck you, you perv!"

You ran to your knife holder, pulling out a knife. You were about to hang up until you heard Ghostface shriek.

"Hang up and ill have you hanging on those trees on your front porch like ornaments, and we all know Its too early for Christmas so you'll be an early Christmas gift! You hear me?!"

You smiled and flashed a smile grin.

"You think I'm scared of you now? Maybe at when i was on the ladder, but this is my house and I'm for sure not gonna let you parade around MY house trying to kill me and doing whatever the fuck you want!"

You hanged up, stuffing your phone in your pocket. At first, it was quiet. You stayed still trying to figure out where Ghostface could be hiding.

You heard some clothes shuffling in the background. There. You swung your head to the left of you and a gloved hand holding a knife came in contact with your right that held nothing.

You kicked the figure in the back of their knee, making them fumble forwards. You held your knife and swung it at them, but they had also lifted their knife, clashing it against yours.

During that process, the knife in your hand flew from the impact. "Fuck!" They tried stabbing you again, but you dodged by crouching under their arm and running to the kitchen counters.

They were hot on your tail. Your current goal was to get another knife, but chances were slim with this fucker running and partying. You pulled on one of your cabinets, letting it fly right into Ghostfaces mask, hitting them directly without the mask too.

You reached out to the knife holder, until the clothed arms slithered around your waist. They raised the knife and let it sink into your waist. You scream in pain.

You lifted your right foot up and then down, kicking them from your behind, pushing them back too. The knife went with them as they flew.

You took this chance to run upstairs, going into your bedrooms closet and stuffing yourself behind a suitcase.

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"Goddammit...where did she go?" Ethan huffed in frustration. Text after text, Quinn didn't respond. He passed the room she was staying in, sending another text, but hearing the notification come from her room.

He opened the door to her room, slowly going in after curiosity got to him. He spotted Quinns phone on her bed. "She probably forgot to take this..." He grabbed her phone while it switched on.

'Tara and [Name] have to be got to be taken care of.'

What...?

He opened her phone, and paused before putting the password in. He scrolled through messages until he found the message between Quinn and detective Bailey.

Quinn: Im telling you. That fucker, [Name], has Ethan under control! He beat the shit out of me for trying to kill her. If i wasn't wearing the mask, i would have a massive black eye! Detective Bailey: Tara troublesome too. More than Mindy. Quinn: Mindy's such a fuck ass. Nagging about whose this whose that, what can be the killer or what cannot. Killer history! I never asked for it. Detective Bailey: Well, we have to be patient. Quinn: No, the fuck we dont. I dont even have the patience either. That bitch, [Name], is getting me on my nerves. I have a plan anyways. Detective Bailey: And what is that plan, Quinn? Quinn: You go for Tara, i go for [Name]. We get rid of them and dont tell Ethan the plan. Detective Bailey: What do you suggest we do other than what you said? Quinn: I just need Taras phone, to call [Name], then you can have your way with Tara while i have mine with [Name]. Detective Bailey: Alright.

"Shit!" Ethan rushed out of Quinns room, running towards his own. He fell foward into his room, scrambling to get his own Ghostface costume.

"No...no, no, no!" Tears build up in his eyes

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You sighed in relief, feeling your phone still in the same place you had left it.

You dialed the police, explaining your situation to them. They asked you to stay on call, but the closet door burst opened. Ghostface. Out of panic, you hanged up and put a hand over your mouth, also putting your phone on silent and low light.

They rummaged through your clothes, even taking some out. They grunted and slammed the door.

After a few minutes of silence, you crawled out of your closet. You put a hand over your chest, in relief that they werent here, but wait... something felt wrong?

You turned around to see Ghostface charging at you. You yelped and threw yourself to the left again, making them miss their hit and run.

They turned around and lifted the knife in their hand. You ducked under their arm and grabbed the lamp of the nearby, throwing it at their mask, causing them to grunt.

You tried to take another swing before Ghostface held your right arm that held the lamp. You brought your foot up and kicked their arm away. You hit them with the lamp. Right and then left, their head went.

You ran out of the room and slammed the door closed. You heard your door crack from how hard the door hit. Your throat felt tight, the collar of your shirt was snatched, but as soon as it was snatched, it was let go.

You heard a grunt and felt the Ghostface chasing you not so hot on your trail anymore. You turned around to see two Ghostface brawling it out.

"What the fuck...?" One of them jumped at you and hugged your body, pushing you away from the other one trying to snatch up.

The Ghostface that was holding you pushed you aside and punched the first Ghostface to appear. The first Ghostface to appear hit the back of their head on the hallway mirror.

The second Ghostface grabbed the same mirror and smashed it on the other Ghostface head, making them go limp and all movements stilled.

The other turned to you, and you stayed put, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, they embraced you, before pushing you away. "Leave. You're bleeding..." You nodded, confused.

You turned around and ran downstairs, limping your way onto your porch and streets. Your vision went black and everything had caught up to you. You were just saved by a Ghostface and your waist is bleeding as in status SOS!

Your head throbbed and everything twisted and turned in your vision.

The last thing you remember was losing your breath before hitting the concrete ground.

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1moreff-creator · 4 months

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Happy Birthday Teruko Tawaki!

It's the protag's turn for a birthday post! You know what that means! Small character analysis, fun facts and songs that remind me of her! Let's celebrate! Just make sure to bring out the fire extinguisher before lighting any candles... actually just keep the extinguisher handy in general :v

-Being the protagonist of the series, we actually know quite a lot about her backstory. Enough to know it's quite sad in general terms. This is because she appears to have supernaturally horrendous luck, which she claims affects her and those around her. She's mentioned several instances of highly unlikely, unlucky situations she gets into constantly. From washing machine explosions, vehicles crashing, theaters being "too flammable" for her, all the way to being stuck in a killing game where she gets betrayed, stabbed, her friends die, etc.

-She's an orphan who's never known her parents. She had a brother who was compassionate, but constantly hurt by her misfortune. That brother got adopted when Teruko was around five, and she's never seen him since.

-She doesn't have an ID, which meant she had to attend schools by stealing uniforms and infiltrating them. She then usually gets caught and repeats the process several times a year. She is also in a lot of medical debt as a result of her constant injuries. Given all of this, she actually prefers living trapped in the killing game, though obviously she'd rather not have people killing each other around her.

CW Suicide

-That said, it seems her luck prevents her from dying. She told Xander that she wouldn't die because she was the Ultimate Lucky Student, and it was implied she's unsuccessfully attempted suicide by hanging.

CW over

-This misfortune has led her to develop a tremendously pessimistic view of the world and her life, believing her fate can't be changed and resigning herself to her bad luck.

-This also extends to her relationships. She tried to be amicable at the beginning of the killing game, but after Xander stabbed her, she decided to stop trusting everyone else. She now carries around her unique weapon, a hunting knife, for self-defense. This is a pretty understandable reaction given everything she's gone through, but it will inevitably go wrong (prediction).

-Her numeral in the David MV is unlucky number 13 (XIII). Go to 1:22:20 on this video for an explanation!

-The secret quote on her page's source code is "It is an equal failing to trust everybody, and to trust no one at all." Probably something she'll say in the final trial, given that this is one of the main messages the series seems to be aiming for.

-The quote on Mai's page attached to Teruko is "Some years ago, she was searching for someone named ‘Teruko Tawaki.’"

...

-Yeah, Teruko's relationship with Mai is one of the most mysterious parts of this series. Given that quote, it's very possible they knew each other several years before the killing game, got separated, and reunited some time before the killing game. After all, Teruko does remember meeting with Mai in the CH 1 Ep 6 dream sequence. If you want to read some of my other opinions on Teruko and Mai, I'll recommend reading the related portion of this post.

-Though adding to that, Teruko and Mai seem to have matching phone charms :D

-There is a lot more to talk about with Teruko, but I'm done for the day :v

Fun facts!

-Her nationality is "legally in question", whatever that means.

-She's left-handed, the only lefty in the cast!

-In kanji, her name is spelt 田脇【た・わき】暁子【てる・こ】

-She has prosopagnosia, aka face blindness. And fun fact about me, I actually have this too! I may have learnt about it when Teruko was a bit too relatable in that one conversation-

-Her favorite color is red due to "association." Possibly because it's Mai's hair color. Her least favorite color is pitch black because it's unsettling.

-Her hair recently started turning grey, probably from stress. Wild.

-Her favorite ice cream flavor is red bean.

-Her sexuality is unlabeled.

-She smells of dirt, sawdust, and burnt smell.

-Straight from a Q&A, "Her fashion sense diverges from what she’d actually wear. Secretly she wants to wear girly, cute things, but is unable to afford that kind of thing. She likes skirts."

-She likes fresh food, food which can be prepared without endangering herself with knives and stoves.

-Her birthday, January 7th, lands on "distaff day", "I am a mentor day", "old rock day", "bobblehead day"... still don't know how these come about. I think my favorite for this day is "I'm not going to take it anymore day." That's hilariously in character for Teruko xD

Songs!

-Again by Crusher-P

-The Things I Deserve by Ghost & Pals

-God-ish by Pinocchio P

-The Medical Anomaly by RIProducer

-End-World Normopathy by Ghost & Pals

-Scapeg∞at by Ghost & Pals

-Chronic Wasting Disease by RIProducer

-Those Who Carried On by Ghost & Pals

And Happy Birthday! Well, that was fun. Now I have to deal with the meteorite which struck me midway through writing this post! Take care!

(to be clear the meteorite thing is a joke)

#drdt #danganronpa despair time #teruko tawaki #character birthday

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roadkillremi · 8 months

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Can you do something for the uncle randy series where randy wants gets hurt during an attack and Mindy, Chad and reader go visit him in the hospital (extra points for worried Mindy)

Yes!!! I love Uncle Randy.

This is kinda short I'm sorry.

Stupid Decisions, Stupid consequences.

Uncle!Randy X F!Reader

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Warnings : Language, mentions getting stabbed, mentions losing Randy.

Summary : the ask above.

You and Randy came down to Woodsboro during the attacks. Randy and Dewey believed they could help, that was before Dewey died..

Now you only stayed in the house and barely slept. You couldn't relive the attacks, you refused to go outside. Randy was worried sick and brought it upon himself to stop it. He created an elaborate plan where he'd stop Ghostface. Without his knowing Mindy tagged along and got hurt. And sadly so did he. You got a call from the hospital telling you that your husband was injured. You mumbled to yourself driving to the hospital. Chad sat silently in the passenger seat.

"Maybe.. he was close to catching him." Chad glanced at you. You sighed, "close to dying too..". Chad gave a sympathetic smile, "it's gonna be alright..". You tried to focus on the road and the kind words of your nephew. But it was hard when boiling emotions were inside of you.

Once you got in the hospital you stormed in. A nurse tried to stop you and protect his privacy. (Since he's a big shot director). You showed her your ID, "I'm his wife-" you blankly said. She nodded letting you storm through, Chad followed.

"Randall Meeks!" You yelled. His eyes shot up and stared at you with fear.

"Hi, honey. You look hot. Really stunning..um..". You placed your hand on your hip giving him a look.

"Imma go check on Mindy.." Chad whispered walking away. You walked towards Randy glaring at him.

"You're an idiot." You mumbled. He gently touched your arm and smiled, "I'm sorry...". You sighed, "Why'd you do that! You had me worried sick!" You fussed.

"because I was worried about you. You kept locking yourself in the room.." he turned his head to see your face better. You glanced at him, "I'm sorry..".

"Don't be. I get it. But I'm not gonna let some fucking teenage copycat scare the shit out of you." He whispered. He rubbed his thumb on your arm softly, you smiled at him.

"Where'd he hurt you?" You whisper. He looks away, "My knee.. calf area..". You sighed, "Any nerve damage?". He shrugs, "Let's hope not.".

The moment was interrupted by fussing in the hall. You looked over at the doorway, "Let me see my fucking uncle!!!" A girl yelled. You smirked and stepped outside to see Mindy trying to walk past nurses. You walk up to her, "She's okay to come in.". You place your hand on her back and walk with her towards the room. She stops and stares at the door way.

"is he mad?" She whispers. You shake your head no, "of course not..". Mindy looks up at you, "I just wanted to help...".

"I know. It's okay. It's not your fault." You whisper. She nods and walks in, "Please tell me you brought pudding." Randy smiled. Mindy smiled back, "No, they wouldn't let me take extra.". Mindy looked down at his leg, her face changed to worry guilt.

"Hey, I'm fine. I got great insurance." Randy comforted. Mindy nods, "I just wanted to help, y'know?". Randy nods , "you're fine, kid.".

"are you sure?" She asks softly.

"Yeah. I got a hot wife to take care of me." He winks at you. You raise an eyebrow, "I will not be "taking care of you".".

"You say that now."

"and I mean it, Randy. No breakfast in bed.". You warned. His face dropped into disappointment, "I'm not gonna be fine, kid.". Mindy smiled and leaned over to hug Randy.

"Well I'll see you later..bye" she smiled leaving the room. You waved and then looked at Randy.

"Why did you try to trap him by yourself?" You ask walking towards him. He patted the edge of the bed for you to sit.

"Someone had to try." He whispered. You sat down where he patted and looked forward.

"Yeah. But as a team not a solo." You say looking over at him. He tilted his head and gave a pathetic puppy dog face, "I'm sorry.". You leaned down giving him a kiss, "It's fine.. just tell me if you're gonna risk your life.". He nods, "Sure will..".

He cups your cheek bringing you closer and kissing you more. His other hand snaked around your hip. You backed up from the kiss, "You're still not off the hook.".

"What? Why?"

"there's consequences for your actions!". He looked up at you leaning towards you, "I didn't mean to scare you.". You glanced at him, "I could've lost you...". He nodded , "I know..". You turn towards him, "Sorry I yelled..".

"You're fine. I get it." He grinned. You lean your forehead on his, "Just be less stupid.".

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bisexuallilapitts · 11 months

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I'm not feeling well and ranting about Tua S2 is my default so I thought I'd put some thought into what I'd change about the storylines for my own (personal) entertainment

Disclaimer I am not a writer, I just have opinions and this got way longer than I anticipated (especially the Viktor bit) so it's all under read more

Luther - I actually don't mind Luther's storyline too much, or what little he had going on anyway - it does make sense that he'd seek out another figure to fill the hole that his distrust in Reginald created, it makes sense that he is once again being used by that figure for their own gain, and it makes sense that he finally sticks it to Reginald in 2x06 - I just wish there was more of that and less of whatever the fuck they were doing with him and Allison (can they not just be friends please god) - I feel like expanding on his parental figure issues also just fits great with S3 and his confrontation with Reggie - and trying to trust someone who has betrayed him only to be stabbed (quite literally) in the back for trusting again

Diego - I'm just gonna be honest and say Diego should have spent longer in the 60s than a couple of months, maybe switching the dates Diego and Luther arrived, I don't know - a little more insight into how Lila got close to Diego in the asylum, and more time expanding on how therapy and his time in the 60s changed him, and expanding on the racism he endured in S2 not just with the asylum guards - it's something he and Allison talk about in S3 amd it's no doubt something they both grew up dealing with

Allison - again, very little Id change other than keeping it going for longer, it seems like after 2x06 racism stops existing in S2 (other than one mention) and so do all the characters Allison's interacted with at this point beyond Ray, obviously there's only so much you can fit into 10 45 minute episodes and the last three barely have any outside interactions beyond the commission but I still think even just one shot of Odessa, Ray and the others hearing about Allison being linked to JKFs death was warranted

Klaus - oh Klaus, I could go on for days about you - I am a firm Klaus joining an anti war movement truther, hell I even like the ghost cult theory that people had going on, I just feel like nobody really knew what to do with Klaus in S2 - and he was very much disjointed from the rest of the characters in the way that was obvious - yes he was in s1 and S3 (S3 again slightly more obvious with it than S1) but he was also connected to the main plot, S2 he was doing his own thing pretty much 99% of the season and it only served as more disconnect - I'm not saying he needed to be a main character, he wasn't in s1 and he still had things going on, I'm saying that it's at least expected that if everyone else is related to the plot by coincidence and what else, and Klaus is just there, why is Klaus there? What is he providing? S1, he had a hand in the apocalypse as much as everyone else, and it's sadly missing here.

Five - This is related to Diego too, but it fits more with the Five stuff. Drop the Handler stuff, just completely drop it. She didn't need to come back, have AJ take her place. And if you're gonna bring in the Commission then set them up firmly against Five (and by extension the other Hargreeves) for fucking with time - set it up that Five is dangerous and AJ knows it, that he's building an army (2x10) to try take Five down - his own adopted daughter (Lila) included, no deals, no bargains, AJ wants to destroy Five for even daring to try stop the apocalypse, and he's more ruthless than the Handler to get his way - and let Five get the satisfaction of killing him

Ben - I would say drop the possession stuff but that is plot relevant so maybe change it around to be on a more consensual sort of weird thing Klaus and Ben do - it could still be funny, with the siblings talking to Ben and Ben trying to act as Klaus (for whatever reason) and because Klaus is pretty much a strange character to his siblings already they don't question how wildly out of character he's acting ie "Because that is a thing, I, Klaus Hargreeves, do." "Uh? Sure buddy." / "I think I'm really nailing acting like you." Meanwhile the siblings side eyeing Ben acting as Klaus but they just don't know what the fuck is going on - and just for extra funsies (aka pain) have it established to Ben that he knows possessing Klaus (and by extension anyone else) is slowly destroying him but he wants to be a part of the family again, and he wants to experience life again so badly that he keeps going, and going, until he ends up passing on helping Viktor - and let that be part of the message with Klaus

Viktor - ohohoho where do I even begin? I think the only thing I will be leaving untouched is Sissy and Harlan, the rest? Gone. Personally I am not a fan of amnesia storylines, but Viktor needs to almost end the world somehow, right, and come to terms with his childhood trauma and the end of S1 somehow and doing it off screen hardly seems fair

I'm so glad you asked :) so Viktor, following have a gun go off by his ear and getting hit by a car goes deaf in one ear and it's affecting his powers obviously cause they're related to hearing at least somewhat - he's losing control, or can't make them work when he wants and he feels like the progress he made is thrown back as well as feeling conflicted and guilty for using them after what happened, after almost killing Allison - but still angry at his siblings for what they did and a lot of conflicting emotions also fuelling his powers being out of control

He's desperately trying to hide his powers (not the LGBTQ+ Merlin metaphor) from Sissy, Harlan and Carl and maintain the life he's created in the 60s but it's growing increasingly more difficult and only adding to his stress

So when he sees Luther again, he's obviously feeling a lot - happy to see someone he knows, anger, pained, guilty, confused - maybe even feeling like an outcast again, assuming that they all knew where each other was this entire time and left him out again - and leaves before Luther can talk to him, the conflicting emotions and his powers make something happen in Sissy's house (idk maybe something breaks enough to scare Viktor into leaving before he thinks he'll hurt someone else) and bumping into the Swedes and meeting Five again, and this time they properly talk it out - Viktor seeing the hurt he caused Five during his years in the apocalypse, even if the events that led to the apocalypse weren't only his fault, he admits fault for his part in it, and Five, aptly says something like, "You were a cog in a machine, Viktor. If not you, it would've been someone else, the Commission made sure of that." And it's clear they've at least talked it out somewhat to be able to trust each other

The second Luther and Viktor reunion is still hard - Luther apologises like in canon, and Viktor is wary of his sincerity, pointing out the last time he trusted Luther he was locked in the basement - Luther admits that he has no reason to be trusted, but he'll prove it to Viktor if he can - and it's cautious predicament with the two of them from here on out, eventually Viktor and Luther both realising the positions they were manipulated into by Harold and Reginald (and Pogo) and their own actions respectively

The other reunions and slightly less tense - Diego and Viktor's being the most tense of the remaining three - but again, they both apologise - Diego's therapy and Viktor's own realisations with the apocalypse playing a part, and it's slightly cold but still forgiveness, Allison is still trying to deal with her own problems in the 60s along with pushing down any of the negative feelings she has about what happened in S1 so it plays very much the same s1 to S3 wise but maybe Viktor is more wary of Allison's forgiveness, and Klaus is the one with the least stake in that plotline

So, okay, he's made up with the majority of the siblings, his emotions are under control, and his powers are more or less under control, how does he cause the end of the world? I'm still so glad you asked besties BC here's the plot twist he doesn't - in which I'll explain, so how does Ben still help Viktor and end up dying but it's nothing to do with the end of the world, and what about the apocalypse at the beginning of s2 - it's all been set up to look like Viktor will cause the apocalypse again in Five (and the audiences) eyes

So why does Ben help Viktor and end up passing on? Instead of running away with Sissy, Viktor tries to decide to stay in the 60s instead - it's not ideal but if he can't bring Sissy with him, then he'll stay, it's the obvious solution only Carl isn't happy with that - and the gun fight ensues - the gun going off throwing Viktor back to the theatre and into a flashback - one no one can reach him in - except Ben

And they still have their talk, and Viktor manages to find his own peace with what happened

So how does the world end? Well, the Commission being dickheads and AJ manipulating Lila for a reason bb with something like this going down between AJ and Five

"Today, tomorrow, next week, almost sixty years from now, it doesn't matter. It's all the same to me."

"Time matters, you can't erase all that time. It'll cause a paradox that could destroy the universe!" (Hello S3 hint) "Surely the rest of the Commission don't see it that way."

"The world was always doomed to end, and your pathetic attempt to save it only doomed it and your siblings faster. I'd almost congratulate you, Five, you managed to fail so incredibly that you made my own job easier."

They figure out the Commission are targeting the Federal building to make it look like an attack and start a nuclear war with Hazel's tape, and stop it from being blown up in time, but bad news - Harlan still has powers and AJ's army is ready and 2x10 plays out basically the same

And where is Reggie in all this? Keeping an eye on what's happening in the background - having his own people investigate the siblings and keeping note of their powers which will come bite them in S3 - he's not explicitly a part but he's definitely doing something in the background

And then, Sparrows.

#i dont claim for any of this to make sense #i just have thoughts and again im not a writer these are just my own opinions #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #tua #tua s2 #ill tag as neg just in case #tua negativity

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imagineanime2022 · 7 months

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The League Of Villains With A Hunter S/O

Spinner X Reader, Tomura Shigaraki X Reader, Mr Compress X Reader, Dabi X Reader

Requested: @supernatural-hunter1

Request: Hi, I read your story about the pro heroes with an S/O who was a supernatural hunter I thought that was pretty cool, but also I’m a little bit curious about kind of the same thing but instead of the heroes, it’s the league of villains like Spinner, Shigaraki, or any of the other league of villains members with a S/O that is a Supernatural Hunter I’m just a little bit curious to see how that would work for them?😅

General

Your family had been hunters since before quirks became mainstream in the world and so it was already well instilled in your family to teach their kids to fight and hunt the way that they had.

Demons and other supernatural creatures were a lot less likely because there were fewer humans that they could prey on with the development of quirks but ghosts were still very common so you still had the anti possession tattoo and all of the hunting weapons that you might need.

Your family and their profession fell out of favour as heroes became more prominent so you fell into the life of a villain, it took a little while for your family to get a footing but eventually villains started hiring them for odd jobs.

The general public still had no idea what your family did, so you still had an ungodly amount of fake IDs in your glove compartment.

You are good with first aid and emergency treatment because you got injured a lot and you had no one to help you.

Most of your family members were quirkless but you were one of the few that had been blessed with a quirk that made you a natural hunter, with enhanced senses and reflexes.

Spinner

🦎 I think that Spinner would definately believe in ghosts and the like, however believing that your family dealt in getting rid of them it might take him a little while to be able to get his head around it. 🦎 You basically only did your job when there was a good price behind it, and the only people that seemed to know who you were, were big in the criminal world and paid well. 🦎 Your ancestors might hate the route that you had taken but you couldn’t care less, the power that you had allowed you to choose a path for yourself and why would you sit around helping people who didn’t appreciate you anyway. 🦎 You had far too much power considering the fact that you sided with no one, demons and ghosts flocked to you to make deals a favour for their freedom.

You had been lounging on the sofa in the bar Spinner was sitting next to you as you twisted your knife in your hand, you were playing with it when the door opened and someone walked in you glanced up at him and smirked “that’s a nice meat suit.” You mumbled as you sat up elbows resting your kness with the knife lazily clutched in your hand. “You know him?” Spinner asked. “Mm, the question is what does it want?” You asked. “I think we both know what I want.” The man said as he walked over to you. “He better talk quickly the boss is getting ansty.” Spinner drew your attention to Shigaraki who had stopped playing his game he seemed to be waiting for the first sign of trouble, Dabi had even moved his eyes to the new male, each of them sensing something was wrong but no yet moving in. “You heard him talk.” You ordered. “I want your help.” He said. “Uh huh.” You grunted. “I need to get rid of a demon that’s been hiding around here, he’s been taking my prey.” He answered. “So let me get this straight you want to hire the demon hunter to get rid of the demon bothering you?” You asked. “So make the offer.” “Kill the demon and you’ll get one favour from me later.” He said and you stood up walking around the table, Spinner watched carefully now in the position to defend you should he need to. You leaned down so that you lips were by his ear. “No deal.” You muttered before stabbing your knife straight through his throat, there was the unmistakable flash of the demon dying before you stood up pulling the knife out. “Sorry about the mess boss.” “Just clean it up.” He ordered, Kurogiri disposed of the body easily as you sat back on the sofa. “You didn’t take the deal?” He asked. “No demon worth my time would be asking me to kill another demons, all the higher demons could kill their own kind without breaking a sweat, he was a lesser demon looking for a way up.” You explained, sitting back down next to him. “Plus I have a bunch of demons waiting for me to call in a bargain.”

Tomura Shigaraki

✋ Tomura could not care less what your family did or what you thought that your family did what mattered was that you were able to fight and that you could do it well, no to mention the weapons in the back of your car. ✋ You had been the source a lot of information over the years as you snuck into places and stole what they needed. Your fake IDs being the way forward for that. ✋ Tomura trusted you to be gone for a couple of days and come back to him with information that he was looking for, you were good at surveillance. ✋ And when all else failed he liked that you had a car so that he could go from A to B without having to worry about bumping into anybody.

Tomura had been in the bar the rest of the league all littered around, you walked into the bar walking straight over to Tomura, a shake of the head from Kurogiri told the rest of the gang that you weren’t an intruder, you sat on the stool next Tomura leaning over nad pressing a kiss to his cheek “Hey Tomu,” You greeted him. “You’ve been one for a while.” He said and you nodded. “I’ve been keeping an eye on those brats that we face a few weeks ago.” You explained as he looked at you and smiled. “And?” He asked. “And they are strong but they’re naive, they think that they are the strongest out there and honestly they might be if they make it to adulthood.” You shrugged. “Now?” Tomura asked. “Now, they have some good idea, might be able to win a couple of times but they won’t get anywhere close to winning the fight if we can shut them down now.” You answered. “They’re going to a training camp outside of UA soon so that would be a good place to get them.” “I want that one.” Tomura pointed to the screen a rerun of the sports festival, Bakugo on screen. “Katsuki Bakugo, lose cannon, strong quirk, stronger mind, he’ll be hard to break but everyone is breakable.” You said, Tomura finally turned to look at you. “How long are you staying this time?” He asked. “Actually unless there’s anything that you want me to find out I have enough info on everything to stay here for a little while.” You answered, your eyes drifting to the new members in the bar. “So this is the team that you put together?” “Problem?” Muscular asked. “I would hope not I did help chose all of you.” You informed him. “What!?” He asked. “Well behind every great man in a great woman, nice to meet you the names (Y/N).” You winked.

Mr Compress

🔮 Believes anything that you say the moment that you say it, he believes in ghosts and demons enough that he makes you promise to always save him from them. 🔮 are the offensive fighting in the pair, you would often draw attention to yourself to allow Compress to do something. 🔮 Compress carries dome of your weapons in his marbles in case you need them, you only had to ask and he’d give you whatever you needed. 🔮 Given the fact that Compress often wore a mask in order to do undercover missions all he had to do was take of the mask and jacket. He loved a good act so he had no problem with playing someone else for you.

You sat in your car leaning against the window as you waited for your target, Atsuhiro was sitting next to you, he let out a dramatic sigh and you glanced at him “What?” You asked. “This one isn’t as fun.” You raised an eyebrow. “You know this isn’t supposed to be fun.” You reminded him and he waved you off. “The others have been fun.” He argued. “Oh yeah? How so?” You asked. “You’ve been showing me your acting skills, I distinctly remember you having to kiss me at some point.” He said and you looked at him and narrowed your eyes. “That was very different then. We were pretending to be married.” You reminded him. “Yes, well I enjoyed it.” Atsuhiro grumbled. “I should hope so we are dating.” You reminded him but he didn’t answer so you smiled leaning over. “You want another kiss?” “Are you offering?” He asked. “Will you two stop that and concentrate.” Dabi muttered lazily through the ear piece. “Hush Dabi, there’s no reason that we can do this and keep an eye on the entrance for the target.” Atsuhiro muttered. “If you miss the guy don’t expect me to save you from the big man back at the base.” Dabi said. “I don’t need you to save me, (Y/N) will.” Atsuhiro argued. “Look alive guys he’s coming out!” Toga said excited and you shrugged before getting out of the car. “Maybe next time. Now get ready to catch the guy.” You ordered and he nodded.

Dabi

🔥 Dabi could not care less about ghosts and spirits, he’d honestly met enough cray people at this point to just accept everything that you said, that is until you show him that it’s real. 🔥 Helped you to get extra money by taking down demons and doing jobs for anyone that was willing to hire you. 🔥 He liked the car and liked the boot full of weapons even more, you remember the day that you showed him and he almost swooned, even if he hide it well. 🔥 Loves your anti-possession tattoo honestly and sometimes ended up tracing it over your clothes if he really was bored with the conversation.

This was another job that you had been hired to do, a demon was preying on a small criminal group who were willing to pay you a lot of money to get rid of it, so you chased it into a small alley avoiding the heroes patrolling as you did “Are you done running yet?” You asked and he shook his head as he looked back at you. “You honestly think that you can kill me?” He asked. “Your family is only half the threat that it used to be, you don’t even hunt anymore, well not unless someone agrees to pay you.” “If your so confident that you can win then what are you doing all the way over there?” You asked. “Distracting you.” He answered as you looked at him and twisted your head dodging just as a blade shot through the air, you kept your back pressed to the wall as you watched both the demons flank you. A fight broke out you expertly kept them both away from you until you were able to separate them enough that you grabbed one holding the demon blade to his neck. “I’ll kill him.” You warned. “Honey if you think that I care you’re going to be sorely mistaken.” the other demon sneered and you shrugged before stabbing the demon in your hold and killing it, the one infront of you went to move but a hand wrapped around his neck from behind. “I might not be able to kill you but I can definately burn the meat suit you’ve chosen.” Dabi muttered as you moved forward. “Wait they only hired you to get rid of him.” The demon said and you looked at him and smiled. “I know.” You nodded. “They won’t pay you extra.” He tried to remind you as you looked at Dabi. “Will you do the honours?” You asked. “You really should have been nicer to her.” Dabi siad before the body was engulfed in blue flames you waiting until the last second before stabbing the male in the chest and killing the demon. “We should get going before the heroes get here.” “Yeah let’s go.” You nodded linking your hands and pulling him back to the car.

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mitsukiwa · 4 months

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Baby, love me cause I'm playing on the radio.

Previous I part 5 I *My wattpad user is 6arelyhuman_ if u want the outfits visuals u should read it there*

WARNING!!! There will include: angst, fluff, smut, love triangle

Summary: You love bill and there’s no doubt in your heart, unbeknownst to you he feels the same way. You both have to overcome challenging events that leads the both of you to grow apart, what happens when his twin brother feels for you? Will you be able to crush his heart? What will you do to prevent hurting them both?

On the way there the boys were all conversing except for bill, who was glued to his phone; he wasn't necessarily using it but checking it every ten seconds. Which if I was being honest did annoy me.

When I did try and include him in the conversation, he only hummed while still looking at the phone.

"Who's the lucky girl?", "Or guy?" George hastily adds.

Tom was driving, Gustav was in the passenger seat and as for me and George we were in the backseat with Bill.

Bill turns the phone away from George, bills cheeks flush red.

"No one"

Yup, there's that high pitched tone in his voice he does when he's lying. Bill was always bad at lying.

"Clearly their something if they have you checking your phone every five minutes" George retorts.

Bill let's out a puff of air finally relenting.

"Fine, yeah, she's a girl I bumped into at the store, and we exchanged numbers" he saids scratching the back of his neck nervously.

Every second that went by along with every word that left his lips, felt like a sharp knife stabbing deeper and deeper into my heart. I feel heat behind my eyes, I look out the window to avoid them from seeing me.

I blink my tears away. I didn't want the mascara to smudge, I wipe beneath my eyes Incase any black smudged.

I disassociated myself.

George shook me back when we got to the club, saying 'we're here'.

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The line to enter was fairly long, there would also be times when fans recognized us and stopped for a picture.

Tom wasted no time in chatting with some bimbo in the line.

Gustav and I were talking about Hamburg. George was beside bill, talking about the girl bill was talking too.

I heard bill behind me say "I invited her, she said she'll be here in 15"

I stopped mid sentence, Gustav asked if I was okay.

"Are you okay?" He had a worried expression.

"Mhm" I lie, not giving a verbal response.

"You sure?" He had a skeptical look.

"Yeah, I'm fine really" I try and assure him. He stares at me for a few seconds long before finally leaving it when I flash him a smile.

The line had now moved up, we were now next, each of us showed our IDs, before everything the bouncer gave us a nod waving his hand dismissively. We weren't the required age but since his daughter was a fan of the band he's given us that privilege.

He nodded firmly for us to enter, the five of us stalk in.

We open a metal door revealing a bar and blasting music with neon lights.

"Let's get drinks!" Bill yelled over the loud music.

The five of us walk up to the bar. We sit on some vacant stools.

"I'm gonna get shit faced" George saids.

You weren't going to judge him for that, he had recently broken up with his girlfriend of three years, she had said she couldn't do the long distance with him being away on tour for months.

He really did love her so you did infact understand his heartbreak.

"Don't get too drunk last time you woke up at some random ass place you didn't know" I say.

"Yeah, take her word for it" Tom agreed with me.

"at least I don't wake up with two random girls I don't even fucken know in my bed" George saids.

"At least I know how to keep a girl satisfied" Tom retorts his signature smirk making itself known on his face.

It started getting more heated up, when Tom mentioned Georges Ex, Cassie.

George had stood up with fisted hands, Tom did too.

Bill and I had to push them away from each other.

I was angry at both of them for their childish behavior. Gustav calmed down George whilst I had to calm Tom.

I knew Tom would still be upset; he had a tendency of holding grudges.

"Guys let's not cause a scene" I say looking around to find a few people staring at us. The bartender looks at us warily. I knew she had been close to call the security, I wave my hand dismissively at her.

"Everythings fine"

She nods, returning back to making drinks.

"George was the one who started it" Tom points an accusing finger at George. I roll my eyes at him.

"No I fucken didn't"

"Guys come on, let's not fight over something as dumb as this" Gustav saids.

Gustav was kind of the mediator in our group. Bill was also sometimes, but if it involved him, he was always right. He was just petty like that.

"Ima go dance" Tom said, walking away from the bar, and to the dance floor.

" I need a drink" I say, letting out a sigh.

"Me too" Gustav saids.

"Me three" bill also adds

"I'll also have one" George buts in.

I motion for the bartender to come over, "hello, what can I do for you guys" she asks with a smile, if I said she was beautiful that would an understatement, she was gorgeous.

Light blue eyes that seemed to shine under the neon lights of the club.

Dirty blonde hair that sat just beneath her shoulder.

"I'll have a tequila" bill orders.

"I'll have one of those too" I say

Gustav and George ordered a beer. The bartender whisked away to prepare the drinks.

In the corner of my eye I see bill pulling out his phone. He lets out a gasp that has the G's and I heads turning to look at bill.

"She's here" he whisper yells.

I was curious and sad to see how she looked. It already hurt a hell lot that he was talking to some one he may potentially start dating.

Suddenly the seat I was sat on felt uncomfortable, I couldn't help but fidget with my hands.

I didn't know what happened next but bill got up and made his way out the bar.

"Where'd he go?" I ask Gustav.

"He went to meet her upfront"

'oh' I say. Oh was nothing compared to what I really wanted to say. I wanted to cry, or yell. I felt frustrated at myself, and mad at bill.

Even though it wasn't exactly his fault.

The bartender slides the alcohol to us, without second thought I down the liquid. And another, along with a few more that accompanied those.

"Woah, your gunna make them run out of supplies, tone it down a little" Gustav saids.

I roll my eyes at him. "Gosh, gustavi your no fun" I whine out.

He chuckles at me, I pout at him.

"Stop being mean" I slurred.

Yes, I was drunk. It takes me about four drinks tops to get drunk.

"I'm not mean I'm nice" he answered with a playful tone.

I wave my hand dismissively. "Not even"

I was about to raise my hand once again to ask for more drinks but mid way Gustav pulled my hand down.

"No more" he states firmly. More like demands.

"Fine, no more" I emphasized 'NO'.

He smiled at my comprehension.

" Guys, do you think that bartender would give me her number if I asked?" George asked.

With all due respect it seemed she wasn't interested in George but in Tom, but don't tell him it'll crush him and his heart of gold.

"Sure man, go ahead" Gustav saids shrugging his shoulders.

I wasn't going to comment on anything, so I just nod my head at Gustav's words.

The bartender comes back with two Bacardi's, not a third one sadly.

They count down to down their shots, "you guys are such a buzz kill"

"We're only looking out for you, mini bill"

I roll my eyes at the nickname. They always called me that when we all met back in middle school. Apparently I'm sassy like bill, which I wholeheartedly doubt.

I blow a strand of hair from my face, over and over to pass time.

I look back at the dance floor.

" Guys I'ma go dance" I was letting them know just Incase.

The song playing

They nodded at me, with that I got up and made my way to the dance floor. I managed to find a not so crowded area on the dance floor and began to dance, I started off by swaying my hips, my fingers running up and down the length of my body.

My eyes closed while I danced to the song that had just came up.

I began to feel lonely so I look around for someone to dance with.

Though I really didn't have to look long, a male came up to me, and said over the loud blasting music.

"wanna dance, sweetheart?" I nod my head.

I press my body on his, I feel his hands grip either side of my hips, I don't mind though. There was so much going on this just couldn't add up. Maybe I'll have him for a night. Who knows? I mean he's not quite bad looking either...

He closes any space between us, leaving us both pressed together if that's even possible.

We were both dancing for a few minutes, when I feel his lips latch onto the side of my neck, leaving open mouthed kisses, I move my head more to the side to give him access.

He starts sucking on the sensitive skin there. I know it'll bruise, though I don't mind.

His hands slide down lower and grope my ass.

I'm about to tell him something about it, when I feel his body being roughly pushed off me.

The guy yelled out 'what the fuck, man!"

I flicker my eyes to him on the ground then over to the man standing before him, Tom was fuming, both of his hands fisted in a tight clench.

"Don't fucking touch her" he grits out at the man on the ground.

The man on the floor raised his hands up in surrender. "She wanted it man, I was giving her what she wanted".

I roll my eyes at him. Wow, such a wuss

Tom turned to you with an angry expression.

"What the fuck? You were gunna asleep with this piece of shit?!" Tom yelled at me.

I shrugged. "I don't know, I was considering it, but, uh, on second thought I think I'll pass"

Tom's face got even more angrier, if that's even possible.

I'm sure that vein on his forehead would pop any second now.

He roughly grabs your forearm, dragging you out of the dance floor.

I would have been scared if someone else were doing this to me but then again it's Tom.

"Ouch, that hurts Tom"

He stayed dead silent, his hold seemed to tighten around my arm.

Yeah, okay so now I was scared.

I began to struggle out of his hold on me.

"Let go of me, you're acting like a prick"!

My complaints went ignored. I couldn't even see his face, just the back of his head.

I looked around anxiously, occasionally stumbling on my heels.

My arm went limp when I saw Bill and some girl at the bar area. She was giggling, and Bill had on a huge smile. I scowl at them. And with the alcohol In my system I was by far worse.

I turn back to Tom. He's still dragging me.

"Tom, take me home, please" Tears were threatening to fall out from my eyes.

He halts his steps before turning around and looking down at me.

His mouth slightly dropped when he saw my red rimmed eyes and puffy nose.

"I don't wanna be here anymore" I let out weakly.

He looked around, his eyes landed on what I also had seen.

He lets out a quiet 'oh' He swiftly picks me up bridle style, I yelp out.

"Those heels look uncomfortable, plus you hate heels" was his excuse.

"Yeah, I hate heels" I admite.

I lay my head on his chest. I close my eyes, but with every step he took my body would shake in his arms.

When we got outside, he walked to the parking lot over to his car.

He opened the passenger door, and sat me down.

"He looks happy" I say out loud.

Tom freezes, glancing at me. He was in the midst of putting on my seatbelt.

"I mean, if you think so" he shrugged. " He seems bored if you ask me" he says.

"No, he doesn't" I slur.

He was just saying that to make me feel better.

"Whatever you say" He clicks on my seatbelt.

Silence

"The other you is so much better" I sigh out.

Tom squints at me. He raises an eyebrow confused.

I continue, "you know, when he got rejected on that audition, I wanted to beat up those judges"

Tom couldn't help but laugh at you, you always made a fool of yourself when you were drunk.

"Yeah,me too"

My head perked up. "Really?" I ask.

"Yeah, I wanted to egg their cars and pop their tires, but looking back on that now I would have gone to jail."

I giggled at him. "You're so stupid Tom."

He chuckles at me.

"Sure, I am".

"Do you really think he likes her?" I ask weakly, voice above a whisper.

Tom looks at me then down at my lap. He looks at my eyes, then ruffles my hair. Flashing me a smile. An actual smile, not a smirk of his, or a slight smile but a genuine smile. It's contagious so I feel myself also smiling.

"Give that little head of yours a break, yeah?" He taps his index finger on my forehead. I scowl at him.

He pulls his upper body out of the car, closing the passenger door. He walks over to the other side, he opens the door of the driver's side. Stepping into the car. He sits himself down, clicking on his seatbelt.

Before he presses the on button on the car, he looks at me and saids, "I will show you I'm better than the other me"

I feel a pit in my stomach the second those words process in my head.

He looks ahead, driving out of the parking lot and to my apartment complex.

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jjagainst · 9 months

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Photography | Jed Olsen / Danny Johnson x Female reader

TW: Danny is a TW himself but blood, weapons, murder, stalking, language, mentions of sexual activities. WORD COUNT: 3690

You got his attention a few months ago, when the local newspaper hired you, a pretty new face around the workplace got Jed interested in you. Working together made you two grow closer and become friends eventually. The ambiance of the workplace was good, and even though he was nice to you, something felt off about him, but you couldn't really figure out what it was.

You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. Last night you got home late and fell asleep on the couch without even changing your clothes. You checked the hour before answering, who would call you this late? "Hello?" You said with a sleepy voice. "Hey, (Y/N), I know it's late but we have work to do" "Jed? Man, what the hell do you mean we have work? It's three in the morning" "There's been another killing" That caught you by surprise. "What? Another one? This is getting worrying" You took a deep breath before standing up. "Where are you? I'm on my way" You grabbed your notebook, a pen, and your car keys and left. You were tired, but if you wanted to be the first newspaper to give the news you had to help your partner.

After what felt like an eternity you arrived at the place. There were a lot of blue and red lights glowing from the police cars, and there were more officers than you expected. You parked and approached the scene, sealed with yellow plastic tape. "Excuse me miss, but this is a crime scene, I'm afraid you'll have to leave" An officer stopped you before you could see anything. "Oh, I'm from the press, here's my- fuck, I forgot the ID at home" "I'm sorry ma'am but I can't let you speak to anyone or even be at the place if you don't show me the ID" You had taken a long drive there and you weren't leaving just because you forgot the identification at home. "Officer look-" "(Y/N)!" Both your eyes and the officer's landed on Jed, coming from behind the tape and holding an ID card. "I'm sorry officer, my partner is so absentminded sometimes, here's her ID" He handed it to the officer, who carefully examined it. "Okay, you can look around" He returned the paper and left you with Jed. "Hey, thank you, but why do you have a copy of my id?" "That doesn't matter, c'mon let's see what we can find" "You seem too excited to see a death body" "Yeah, isn't it cool?" "No, Jed I swear, you genuinely scare me sometimes" He laughed a bit at your comment. "Anyway, do you bribe the chief or something? Cause I still don't get how you are the first person to know when someone is been killed and how are we allowed to see the scene" He shrugged his shoulders "I don't know, I guess I'm just lucky" "Okay" You were too tired to keep asking questions, you just wanted to take a few pics of the scene and go back home to get some more sleep before going to the office in the morning.

Jed and you walked into a house, you were expecting it to have broken windows or a forced door, but everything was fine. Police officers were seen everywhere, trying to figure out what happened, and a trail of blood led you upstairs. "Gross" You said. Jed looked at you with a funny expression and grabbed your hand before leading you two upstairs. He opened one of the doors, just to be met with a fresh corpse. "Oh my god" You gagged as Jed placed his hand on your shoulder. "You never get used to this, do you? You okay?" You nodded "Yes, I just need a second" You took a deep breath and held the urge to throw up. You looked at your partner and then followed him inside the room. You first took a look at the place, it was a mess, and there were a few blood stains on the walls. Then, your gaze fixed on the dead body. It was a middle-aged man with several stab wounds all over his body. He was lying on a blood puddle and next to it, you could find a Polaroid picture. You approached the photo and without touching it you took a closer look. "Great, Jed come and see this, it's another Ghostface killing" "Not surprised" "Me neither, but it's the third one this month, I think this is more concerning than we thought" The picture was a selfie of Ghostface stabbing the man. It was common to find this kind of Polaroid pictures in his crime scenes. You took out your phone and took a few pictures of the Polaroid and the body, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. "(Y/N), let's see if any officer can give us something" You nodded and both of you started wandering around and trying to get some information from the officers, but only getting the same answer over and over again "We only now it's a victim of The Ghostface". You finally gave up and decided to wait for the next morning's official statement.

"Jed let's go, they're not gonna give us anything" He sighed, defeated "Fine" "Want me to take you home?" "That would be nice, thanks" "No problem" You tiredly smiled at him. The ride home was mostly quiet, both of you were tired and couldn't wait to get to bed. The morning after a killing was usually busy, with a lot of people doing research and hearing official statements from the police to write a good article.

The first one was a Polaroid picture of yourself he took on your first day at work. You were smiling, and holding a newspaper where you could clearly see a picture of The Ghostface. You were looking away, not noticing someone was taking a picture of you. On the back of the Polaroid, with a red marker he wrote "You cought my interest"

He took three photographs of you.

You rushed to your office as you were late to work. With huge eyebags and a tired smile, you got to your workplace. "Morning, Jed" "God, you look awful, did you sleep at all?" "Yes, but we have to stop doing this thing of sleeping two hours, going on an adventure, and then sleeping another two hours, it's not healthy" He laughed at your comment as you sat at your desk in front of him. "Did the police said anything yet?" You asked, curious. "No, not yet, but I don't think it will take them much longer" "Okay" You rubbed your eyes. "Oh, by the way, look at this" You showed him the picture. "I found this on the floor this morning, someone must have slid it under the doorframe" "Wow, looks like you have an admirer" Your eyes opened wide. "Jed this is so creepy, we have a serial killer killing people and leaving Polaroid pics and now I receive one? Maybe it's not related, maybe it is, but in any case, if there's someone here having a crush on me they can just tell me, it's not like I'm going to be rude or kill them or anything" "Yeah I guess you're right, you look cute on the pic tho" You smiled a bit. "Yeah, I guess"

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The next few months were pretty calm, there haven't been any more killings and people felt a bit safer again, although you felt something was wrong, why would someone who killed regularly suddenly stop if they weren't even close to being caught?

Half an hour later, you got home. You left your things on the bed and went straight to the shower, cleaning yourself with warm water felt like heaven. You got tucked in a towel and went back to your room. It was dark outside already and a cool breeze came into the room through the window. You put on clean underwear and your favorite pajamas, and went downstairs to have dinner while watching a movie, just as you told Jed you were going to do. You don't know how many movies you watched until you fell asleep on the couch. It was almost 4am when the sound of someone knocking on your door woke you up. "What the hell" You rubbed your eyes and slowly approached the door. You opened it to find no one was there. "Hello?" You took a few steps outside and looked around, but it was empty, just you. "Very funny" you murmured to yourself. You took one last quick glance to make sure no one was there just to find a picture on the floor next to the door frame. "Oh no, not again" You rolled your eyes as you bent over next to it. You were about to pick it up when you noticed it was stained. "What the fuck, this guy's a pervert, this is so gross" You sighted as you went back in to grab a piece of paper and pick up the picture. "I don't care if it ruins the photo but I'm not touching this" You took it to the bathroom and put it under the faucet, letting the water clean it. After a couple minutes you felt it was already okay to see it.

"Morning" Jed entered the office, placing one cup of coffee on your desk and another on his. "Morning, thanks" You grabbed the coffee and took a sip. It was still pretty hot and you burned your mouth a bit. "You're early today" He smiled at you. "Yeah, I woke up early today" You shrugged your shoulders. "What are you working on?" "That article about the local fair, I have to hand it in later. Pretty boring" You rolled your eyes. "What do you have for today?" You asked. Jed was the best one writing articles and reports about murderers, and you helped him with it, but now that everything was calmer both of you divided the work and wrote about a bit of anything that was slightly interesting. "Nothing, I finished yesterday the article I was working on and handed it in before coming here, I thought maybe I could help you?" "That would be nice, 'cause all I've written so far is useless, it's genuinely so bad" You laughed a bit. Jed moved his chair to your side of the desk and sat next to you. "Okay, let's see" You liked working with Jed, he taught you a lot of things and was always nice to you. You got used to being with him and just his presence made you happy; without noticing, you had developed a church on you friend. After a few hours of writing, erasing, and rewriting, you finally managed to finish the article. "I think it looks good, thanks Jed" you smiled at him. "No problem" He returned the smile. "I'm going to hand this, I'll be right back, and then we can go home early" You returned to the office a few minutes later to pick up your things. "I love going home early" "Me too, I have more time to do nothing, what are your plans for the rest of the day" You shrugged your shoulders. "I don't know, get home, take a shower, eat some cheap pizza and fall asleep on the couch watching a movie. What about you?" You were genuinely interested, although you spent a lot of time with him, you barely knew anything about his private life. "I'll probably go for a night walk later, when everything is quiet. It's peaceful" "I like night walks too but I don't take them often, I like walking through the forest behind my backyard but I don't think it's the safest thing to do alone at night" Jed laughed. "Definitely not" You finished getting your thing ready to leave and said good bye to Jed as you walked towards the door. "See you tomorrow, Jed" You smiled at him. "Bye, (Y/N)" He returned the smile.

The second one, another Polaroid picture, covered in a sticky white liquid, showed your half-naked body. You were at the window frame of your room changing your clothes, only wearing panties and putting on a shirt, it had been taken before, when you came out of the shower. In the back you could read "You are pretty" and a lot of red hearts around the text.

You spent the rest of the night awake. You closed all the windows, drew the curtains, and sat on the couch waiting for a response to your text or at least to be the time to take off to work. A few minutes later, you received a phone call. "Hi, (Y/N) are you okay" Jed seemed worried about you. "Hi, I thought you were sleeping, I'm fine, I just got nervous and didn't know what to do. I only received the picture, there was no one around" "It's okay, I woke up a couple hours back and couldn't fall asleep again. You sound upset, do you want me to go stay with you?" "N-no, don't worry, I'm fine, it's late and I don't want to make you take the trip all the way here" "Hey it's fine, it's not like I'm sleeping again. I'm on my way" And just like that, he hung up the phone. About twenty minutes later, he was at your place. "Hey, (Y/N), you sure you're okay?" You nodded. "I was just feeling a bit shaken up, I mean, it's a creepy situation" You two sat on the couch and patiently waited for it to be the time to go to work. You felt bad that Jed made it all the way to your home because you were nervous, but at the same time you were grateful, he was reassuring and made you feel much better.

"You've got to be kidding" A feeling of nervousness and disgust took over your body. Just a few hours before, someone had taken a picture of you on your own house and purposely gave it to you, as if to tell you that you were being observed. You didn't know what to do, you felt unsafe and you weren't sure if calling the police was rash, so you decided to wait and text Jed. You sent him a picture of the polaroid from both sides and a message telling him what happened. "Hi Jed, I know it's late but I wasn't sure of what to do. Someone woke me up and left a picture on my door. I couldn't see him but the guy jerked off on the photo and left it here. I don't know if I'm getting stalked or sexually harassed or what but this is getting worrying and disgusting. I took it as a joke when I received that one picture a few months ago but this? The photo is from tonight, when I got home earlier. I don't know what to do"

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As time passed, Jed and you grew closer and closer, until it was obvious you liked each other. None of you wanted to take a first step, dating a work partner was not something that usually went well, and for now, you were fine with just being friends. From time to time, you meet to go out for a walk, to drink a coffee or just to spend some time together; silly dates none of you were brave enough to call them as so.

You were about to leave the office when Jed stopped you. "Hey, there's a new restaurant nearby, I thought maybe we should give it a try? What about having dinner tonight?" You nodded. "That sounds nice, see you later then" You went home and changed clothes, choosing something between casual and elegant, not wanting to look very formal but also not wanting to look very casual; and did a light makeup. You were going to have dinner with a friend, but he wasn't just a friend, you liked him a lot and you wanted to look nice. It didn't took you long to get to the restaurant, arriving at the same time as Jed. "You look beautiful, (Y/N)" You blushed at his words. "Thanks"

The dinner was nice and you had a good time together, talking about everything and anything. There was a connection between you two. After leaving the restaurant, you went for a walk in the dark of the night. The temperature was cool and there was a soft breeze, but it was a nice feeling. Without noticing, you eventually got to Jed's place. "I had fun tonight, we should do this more often" You smiled at him. "I totally agree" He returned the smile. "Oh by the way, there's a Halloween party tomorrow night at the office, if you want to come with me" Your face lit up "Of course, I didn't have planned anything for tomorrow night, so yes, count with me, it can be fun" "Great" You looked at him for a second, his smile, his black eyes, his dark hair, he was so beautiful. A small smile appeared on your face and your cheeks went slightly red as he maintained visual contact. Jed raised his hand and slowly caressed your face for a moment before pulling you in for a kiss. His soft lips pressed against yours felt like heaven. He hugged you by the waist as you carefully placed your hands on his shoulders. You only pulled apart when you ran out of air. "D-do you want to come inside?" Your heart skipped a bit. "Yes" You said softly.

You spent the night together. A night full of passion, kisses and hugs; a night full of love. A night you wished would last forever. In the morning, you woke up laying on his chest, his arms around you holding you tenderly. You moved slightly, just enough to see his face. He was awake too, as soon as his eyes met yours, his sleepy expression turned into a smile, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead. You buried your face in his chest for a few seconds before moving to his side. "Good morning" His voice was hoarse. "Morning" You still were sleepy. He stroke your hair for a few seconds before getting out of bed. "Want some breakfast?" You nodded and got out of bed too. Both of you got dressed and went to the kitchen to eat something. Right now, you were the happiest person on earth. Life felt like a dream, everything was perfect. "I'm going home, I want to shower and change clothes before tonight's party" "Okay. I'll pick you up if you're fine with it" "Yes, of course, that would be lovely" "Nice, see you at six then?" "Perfect" He smiled and gave you a kiss before you left.

You took a warm shower and dressed up. Although you were not a fan of costumes, it was Halloween, even something simple would work, so you chose to be a witch. A nice black dress and a hat made it. At exactly 6 pm, your doorbell rang. "Coming!" You looked at yourself in the mirror for a second before heading to the door. You felt pretty. You looked pretty. You opened the door to find a Ghostface costume before yourself. "Oh God Jed, that's creepy" The man just stared at you. "Come in for a moment, I'll grab my bag and we're good to go" You closed the door and turned around to go to your room and get your things. "You okay? You seem quiet" He nodded. Something was wrong. He was usually a talkative man, but now he was just silent and he wouldn't stop looking at you for a second. He suddenly handed you a picture. You looked at him confused, and then stared at the picture.

The third photograph wasn't a Polaroid, but a picture he took with a digital camera and then printed. In the picture, you and Jed were seen together, having sex. In the back, the words "I want to hear you scream again" were written with blood.

"What the fuck, Jed" "It's Danny, actually" "What?" You were confused and terrified. You froze in place and a sudden feeling of anxiety started to take over you. He pointed a knife at your throat. "So, this is the thing. Name's Danny, and you're the first person to know I'm The Ghostface. I assume you understand I have to kill you, I can't let you live now that you know it, but if it makes you feel any better I have to admit that you're special. I had fun with you and you were an interesting person, but all good things must come to an end, don't you think?" He laughed. "Y-you've been lying to me all this time" A tear ran down your cheek. "Well, yes" A quick move of his hand got his knife in your throat, causing a deep wound. It hurt. A lot of blood started to come out of the wound as you desperately tried to cover it with your hands in a vain attempt to stop the bleeding. You looked at the now named Danny with an expression of horror in your eyes. He just chuckled and stabbed you multiple times before you ran out of strength. You lied on the floor, full of painful wounds around your body, next to the man you loved. He betrayed you, and that hurt much more than any stab wound he could cause you. Now, you were going to be another name on the list, another victim of a serial killer that was far to be caught.

He took one last photograph of you.

He captured your almost lifeless body on the floor, covered in blood. Multiple stab wounds around your stomach, back and neck. Blood covering the kitchen floor and pouring out of your mouth and wounds, the last breath of life coming out as tears flowing down your eyes. You looked at him one last time, seeing that Polaroid camera taking one last picture of you.

Author note: GUYS AAAh I'm sorry I took a nap a few days back while going back home from vacation and dreamed of this idea, I just built it up and I thought it might be a good idea to write it down. Also yes, I feel Danny is a completely degenerate person and this kind of liar/manipulative behavior suits him. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it ^^

"I'm sorry honey, it's a waste having to kill you, you're so pretty and it was fun all the time we spent together, but I had to do it, I have to keep telling stories about killings. I hope you're not mad at me, you're gonna look amazing in tomorrow's newspaper front page"

. ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ .

#danny johnson #fanfic #ghostface #jed olsen #slasher #slashers #dead by daylight #dbd

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justkillingthyme · 1 year

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Ok I’m reposting this bc I’m a dumdum and forgor to tag it

Pretty much I’m writing an Akbadain fix-it and I posted another poll about how to hurt Hershel

I love him so much I want to give him a smooch

the general was for light stabbing,

So the question now is when does he get stabbed?

Cause for me it seemed like his top priority in the ruins was to make sure that Randall was safe, then that Randall was happy. All over his own health and happiness, (though he did end up enjoying himself to a certain point)

I can totally see himself getting hurt and then being like ‘I can’t ruin this for him :(‘ so he doesn’t tell anyone, or prioritizing Randall’s safety over his own (cause they promised Angela that he’d be safe)

In the big circle room with puzzle 100 and the little gay fencers it would be harder to hide an injury because of the proximity but Hershel is very clearly looking out for Randall’s safety (also just in general, not only bc of Angela) but I feel like Hershel could pull it off.

It would be easier to hide it if he got stabbed after they got separated (for obvious reasons)

I do remember that when they reconnected he asked Randall if he was hurt, Randall said that he was fine and then asked him the same.

If I’m remembering right he gave a noncommittal answer (like ‘I’m alive 🤷‍♂️’ or something like that in the EU version) and than Randall was like ‘great we both aren’t injured :D’ even though Hersh didn’t really answer him?

So…

The fix-it would come when Randall finds out

Sure, he might have some crippling failure and disappointment issues, but he wouldn’t sacrifice his best friend for it

This could go multiple ways but I’m more inclined for it to go something like this

Hershel is like ‘oh fuck I’m in so much pain buts it’s fine lmao’ and Randall’s like “my man are you even listening like are you good” and then he like actually takes a good look at him cause they’re in the final room.

Randall goes “Hershel. Move your fucking hands.” And Hershel goes ‘😨’ but he does and Randall moves aside his little vest and there’s a huge ass bloodstain and Randall has to decide between the life of his best friend and his life’s work, aspiration, and proof that he’s good enough.

And he chooses to leave with Hershel, but he’s like “You can’t do that it’s too important. I’m fine let’s go man :)” and Randall goes “😨 HERSHEL YOUR FUCKING DYING??? WERE GOING HOME GIRL WTF YOU REALLY RHOUGHT ID CHOOSE SOME STUPID ASS RUINS OVER YOU??” And then they kiss homosexually so then they go home

So that’s how Hershel saved Randall’s life 👍

#professor layton #professor hershel layton #professor layton and the miracle mask #randall ascot #professor layton spoilers #kinda?#professor layton fanfic #thambles #tholls

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someone-always-cares · 11 months

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[image description: an sac webcomic page. “i’m fine- i- i just want to leave” lewis stutters, hunched in on himself. “okay, let’s go” moon replies, holding her cane with both hands on her lap. the panel angle now showing that she’s floating above the floor, while lewis gets off the couch. meanwhile split second is leaning back and looking over at izumi, the two having a side conversation. “when the fuck did you get there?” izumi asks. “time is my bitch” they reply with a deadpan expression. “that answers nothing, thanks” “you really think you’re going to get anywhere without my help?” parker asks with an angry, feral grin. “you dont need to listen to him-” moon states off screen before being interrupted. “no, really. go ahead, i’ll give you the address, do your best” end id]

the lack of update last week was due to con crunch as i was trying to finish my cosplay for mcm london- i was still fucking about with superglue on the tube there and spend half an hour once inside just going fuck it and stabbing the edge of my armour to just tie it together with string since the contact adhesive wasnt doing it fast enough and the superglue was too runny and the duct tape and masking tape wouldnt work even if i had tried and sewing foam together would probably take too long so stabbing it and tying it together with old hoodie string, other string, and scrap fabric was the best option. yes i had all that on me at the time i was worried and sleep deprived (stayed up until 4/5am working on it)

anyway people did like my cosplay so it worked, pics under cut

i was watching the owl house a month and a bit ago in the background while drawing but i got emotionally attached because my autism snatched that shit up like a dog grabbing something and thinking its play time when you tell him to drop it. anyway i was cosplaying hunter and made a little plushie flapjack. it was. pretty warm in there. also idk if i should make more bird plushies because i did make an attempt to make flapjack with free tutorials or without a pattern and that went badly to i did cave and buy a pattern. but i still have that £9 pattern and plenty of stuffing and way too much scrap fabric

[id: a mostly fullbody selfie taken of my in cosplay in a small tunnel filled with mirrors and neon lights]

[id: a picture taken of myself holding a plushie flapjack]

[id: a selfie taken in cosplay of my masked face holding up plushie flapjack]

#sac #someone always cares #webcomic #webcomics #original comic

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4dorks-1windmage-1shadow · 2 years

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Vio and Shadow with "9) an empty book, cobwebs, a storm"

"What are you even expecting to find here?" Shadow asks for the millionth time.

He's lounging on the arm of a sheet-covered couch, sneering at the state of the room with disdain. He seems especially wary of the cobwebs covering nearly every inch of the walls, casting veiled shadows on the wall every time lightning flashes outside.

"I'm looking for what I'm always looking for." Vio sighs, adjusting his grip on the flashlight. He doesn't have to finish the thought- Shadow is only asking to be a nuisance. They both know what he's here to find.

A demon.

Rule number one of demon hunting: keep your ears to the rumor mill. Strange disappearances, abnormal behavior, warped amalgamations and violent murders are all early warning signs of demonic activity. Vio tries to stay on top of it all before too much damage can be done.

The less casualties, the better.

The rumor was that this house is haunted. Just from the state of it, Vio might have been inclined to agree- but there were too many signs to the contrary.

Stupid teenagers who thought it'd be fun to break in suddenly pulling a 180 on their personality.

Sweet kids turning cruel and malicious.

Bullies becoming nervous wrecks.

A highschool student with no behavior problems prior to entering and leaving the place got ahold of a knife and stabbed three other students before being subdued.

It's not hard to connect the dots.

Lightning flashes outside again, thunder rumbling the walls. A rat scurries across the floor. Vio notes how it seems unchanged.

"Whatever it is, it has no interest in animals." He says, mostly to himself. "It must need a humanoid host to possess."

He hears Shadow scoff from behind him. "Amazing detective work there, Sherlock. You've solved the mystery! Can we go home now?"

Vio clicks the flashlight off, pursing his lips at Shadow. "No, we cannot." He wrinkles his nose at him. "Your commentary is both unnecessary and unwelcome."

Shadow's eyes glow in the dark, casting his face in red. He sneers at Vio. "Oh? I thought you needed my help with all of this. Is our contract null and void? Vi-o-let?"

Vio can feel his eyebrow twitching. "It is not. I haven't completed my task. Therefore, you are still in my service." He puts his hands on his hips, staring him down. "Now, do you actually have anything useful to say? Or shall we move on?"

Shadow hisses, baring his unnaturally sharp teeth.

"I hate you."

"The feeling is mutual."

"It's not the house itself."

Vio raises his eyebrows.

Shadow huffs, crossing his arms. "The house isn't the demon. And there's nothing indicating that it has a physical form, or this place and everything in it- and probably for a few miles around- would be fucked to shit."

"Yes, I agree, Holmes." Vio can't help but smirk at the jab.

"Oh, fuck you!" Shadow throws his hands up. Vio can't help but note how his gaze flicks to the cobwebs in the room. "You asked me to be helpful, and that's my thanks?"

"You called me Sherlock." Vio shrugs, turning and moving to the next room. "Ergo, you are Holmes."

Shadow grumbles behind him, calling him a few choice insults in demonic as Vio walks into a dusty, trashed library. Oh, it breaks his heart to see such a place reduced to this. He observes a quick moment of silence before clicking his flashlight on and walking in.

The damage looks recent. What once was a handsome desk has caved in through the middle, likely from a body- or several- crashing into it. Rain splashes through a broken window, dripping water onto the floor and soaking into some of the books. The smell of mold and mildew is decadent in the worst possible way.

Something shiny catches his eye: a school ID card. He recognizes the photo on it as the student stabber.

"What a dump." Shadow grumbles. "Ugh, and there's more cobwebs. What the fuck is up with Hyrule and cobwebs?"

"Do you notice anything strange?" Vio asks.

"Uh, yeah. I think I see some bofa right there in the corner."

Vio rolls his eyes. "I'm aware of the joke. You will not catch me off guard yet."

Shadow curses him out in demonic some more, and lightning crashes outside, lighting up the room again. Vio spots the book then.

Inconspicuous, except it is the only book in the room not molded, waterlogged, torn to shreds, or too faded to read.

Vio gets an ill feeling in his stomach.

Rule number two of hunting demons: make sure you know what the demon is before you find it. An addendum to rule number two: expect the unexpected.

"Do you know of demons who inhabit books?" He asks Shadow, debating whether to reach for his knife or for the salt.

"I know demons who trade in books." Shadow scoffs. "Forbidden knowledge and all that jazz. I don't know of demons who hide in books, or who are books. That would be such a shitty form to take- who even does that?"

"You're asking me?" Vio tosses him the flashlight, and Shadow curses as he fumbles the catch. "Hold this."

He approaches it, muscles tensed and poised. The ill feeling only gets worse. The book is the demon- or holds the demon, maybe? Either way, he's sure of it. He nudges the book with his shoe.

No reaction.

He flips the cover open. The book slumps open, a conspicuous breeze flipping the pages rapidly and throwing more rain through the window. Vio takes a step back, hackles raising.

The light of his flashlight falls on his own face, captured in photo realistic detail on one of the pages.

"Motherfucker." He curses.

Ink lifts from the page, surging towards him, oozing black ichor reaching for his face, a face, his face, staring at him, eyes red bared grin teeth teeth teeth and he doesn't have time to grab his salt when he's suddenly on his back, fighting for his life. He pushes it back with all of his strength, kicks at any sensitive spot he might be able to reach but it's impossible to tell in the dark and his hands and foot sink into the ichor and it laughs a haunted house animatronic laugh that would be comical if it weren't coming from the death in his face.

"Shadow!" He shouts, because his demonic partner is just sitting and watching, amused.

Shadow just tsks at him. "My, my, seems you're in over your head, Sherlock."

"Do something!" Vio hisses, jerking to the side as the face-stealer lunges, it's dripping false face smashing into the floorboards inches from Vio's head.

"Hm. . .is that how we ask people for favors?" Shadow's teeth glint as lightning flashes, thunder shaking the walls.

Vio can feel his strength sapping away. He can feel himself being pulled into the demon's body. It lifts its face, his face, from the floorboards, looming over him.

Shadow leaves him no choice.

"Darkness within the Hero's Soul, I order you: protect me now!"

Vio's inverted triforce brand glows purple, and Shadow's gleam red in return, and everything happens very fast. The face stealer lunges, but Shadow is there, an eldritch mass of shadows and limbs and teeth, ripping into the demon and tearing him from Vio's body.

If Vio weren't used to seeing true demons, he'd be terrified. Shadow is the movement out of the corner of your eye, the darkness in your closet, the bogeyman under the bed. A waking nightmare, the visions at the end of your bed during sleep paralysis. Inky ichor is useless against his shifting roiling form, but he has no problem sinking his multiple maws into the face stealer.

"Close the book!" He shouts at Vio, snapping him from his reverie. It's all Vio needs to roll under their snapping and howling fight, grabbing the old tome and forcing it shut, dropping his weight on it as the demon is dragged back towards it. He pulls the knife from his cargo pants, its wicked gleam flashing, and plunges it through the cover.

Hellfire explodes from the book. Shadows slide over him like a second skin, protecting him from the unholy heat. The face stealer howls in its death throes, thrashing screaming roaring as he shoves the knife in deeper.

His ears ring as it finishes. The book crumbles to dust.

The rain outside seems to ease up.

"Well, isn't this intimate." Shadow purrs, his voice startlingly close to Vio's ear.

"Get off!" Vio jerks, ripping at the shadows still covering his skin. "Ugh!"

Shadow coalesces behind him, laughing. Vio has half a mind to throw salt at him.

"Oh man, your heart started beating so hard! Creepy haunted houses and face stealing demons don't phase you at all, but oh, intimacy, the horror!"

Vio stands up, brushes himself off, and glares at him, and then he smirks.

"You just rolled into a spiderweb." He informs him.

The satisfaction he gets from Shadow's undignified scream might be a little sick, but considering all the bullshit he just went through?

Worth it.

#THIS WAS SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR A WHILE #but i did it #an unofficial sequel to my first vio demon hunter au #four swords #violet link #shadow link #demon hunter au #drabbles #fanfiction #my writing

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demonicchicken1121 · 1 year

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A list of my favorite lines from my discontinued gravity falls fanfic bc i couldnt just let them sit there in the google doc

What was this sensation? It wasn’t pain, this was worse than pain!

Bipper gathered himself and grabbed a shard of glass from the broken spotlight they had knocked to the floor, gripping it so hard that blood dripped from his hand onto the glass.

“Let go of me, you decrepit lifeform! My wrath knows no bounds!”

She was relatively sure that making a deal with a known-to-be-dangerous dream demon qualified as looking for trouble

Stan was, rightfully, dumbfounded.

“Ah, hello there, could you perhaps point me towards the exit of this miserable establishment?”

“Oh wow it’s one of those food stabbing objects.”

Right! Humans can’t use magic, one of the many reasons why they’re so pathetic.

“I wanted to leave his body the moment you inflicted that horrific sensation on me, oh and if you try pulling that stunt again I’ll stab your eye out,”

“So, like the good and respectful employees we are, we decided to secretly follow you down and eavesdrop on your conversation.”

“I tried to make a deal with one of the nurses but newsflash, your brother doesnt have any magic. So i stabbed the nurse in the eye with a fork and held him hostage so i could make the other flesh bags let me out of the miserable place, but that didn’t exactly go as planned.”

Mabel exhaled in relief, she was always a bit surprised when that fake ID actually worked. This never would have flown back in Piedmont.

“Thankfully, there’s no better place to get stabbed than in a hospital,”

The portal spat out a messy, unkempt man onto the ground

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, STANLEY?”

Ford looked up to see two young girls, a floating sock puppet, and what appeared to be some sort of gopher person staring at him,

“What? Did you think I would come walking out of the thing like a badass?”

Yes, why do you think he’s a sock?”

Ford blinked, “I've seen some weird shit in the last thirty years, I just thought it was normal.”

“What is it?” Mabel asked.

“Fake ID creator,” Ford said as he clicked to the language selection screen. “they’ll take an English ID card here right?”

“We suspected drugs, but we couldn’t ask the family member because of the whole thing with the gravity failure.”

“now listen here, you iscololes asshole—”

Ford and Bipper looked at the lifeless body on the floor, then at each other. Bipper laughed.

“Finally, some damn metal!”

“Never been better!” Bipper had several cuts from the glass, and he played with the oozing blood. His legs hurt too, and one of his wrists was twisted in a way that was probably not normal. Shocks of pain shot up his spine every time he tried to move. He felt something wet dripping from his eyes, but when he touched it, he realized it wasn’t blood, but water. A strange thickness built up in his throat, and a sick mixture of a laugh and a sob came out of his mouth that even he could hardly control. Bipper Thought that he had felt pain before, but this was something he could have hardly ever imagined. It was hilarious!

“Look, I know that you have some old man drama going on with Stan and whatever that thing is, but you’re letting it affect Dipper and Mabel’s safety.

“How the fuck did he drive my car off a cliff?”

He probably would have thrown up if he had organs.

“She can’t hear you, dumbass,”

#gravity falls #fanfic #bipper #mabel and dipper #gf #stanford pines #stanley pines #this was a sock opera alt ending but i didnt plan the actual ending of the fic so it is now discontinued #it was really fun to write tho #and ive got a ton more fanfics cooking in my brain #i would have added context but these are way better without it

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halleyuhm · 1 year

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Manuscript search tag game!

I was tagged by @oh-no-another-idea to find the following words in my WIPs: chocolate, eavesdropping, grief, gay, and super. Beware of little spoilers!

I'm tagging @e-klair @faeveries @rosellemoon and anyone who'd like to participate! This is such a fun tag game, so the more, the merrier. Tag me so I can read your excerpts!

Your words are oblivious, whimsical, queen, mess, and, in honor of the Ides of March, stab.

Here are mine :)

Chocolate, Lunática (rough translation from Spanish)

Cold sweat still drops down my neck, even colder than the snow melting on my skin, but I'm able to breathe again, and the colors have recovered their brightness. Tiaré's hands haven't left my knees. She only takes them off to clean my tears away. The loving touch rips a sob out of me. "I'm sorry. For the panic attack in the middle of nowhere." "For what?" She lets out a sarcastic laugh. "Honestly, Lex, this is the last thing you should be apologizing for. What about having us both out here in the middle of a snowstorm? Or the whole wolf drama and the lies? That's a good starting point if you want forgiveness. Oh, and the bitchy move of taking out your hearing aids so you couldn't hear me complaining? Doesn't that deserve an apology? Or an explanation for that time you were gone four d—" "I get it! Can I invite you to a hot chocolate next weekend and explain? Because it's too long of a story to tell when we are minutes away from dying."

Evaesdropping, By the stars foretold

"You were following me the whole time!?" Ruby's wrath sends a shiver down Zak's back. A rush of primordial power envelops her aura, even if her erratic hand movements betray she's not aware of the energy coursing through her veins. Zak takes a step back. The unpredictable nature of the Fæ is dangerous by itself, but Ruby has no magical knowledge nor, even worse, does she know what she's capable of. "Calm down, Resha" he whispers, holding his hands up even though he would much rather punch her unconscious. "A fight in the Academy will get me expelled and you killed." "I don't care! Nothing is worse than knowing you saw—" She sucks air between her teeth, swaying back and forth with the dragon dagger dancing in her fingers. "Was it fun, Zak? Was it fun eavesdropping on the poor boy with no legs and his desperate sister? Was it like one of your books? Or was the story so boring you will burn it to the ground as you do with everything else?"

Grief, Route LXVI

Her face is rounder than the last time I saw her and, although dark bags rim her long eyelashes, her irises sparkle with joyful hues of golden in green. There's remorse, sadness, something that resembles deep grief when she looks at me. But there's also that glimmer of hope, and that's what sinks my stomach into the abyss.

Gay, Route LXVI

"Okay, and what about...?" Gray leaves the question hanging for such an awkward amount of time I believe he wants me to finish it for him. I grab a lock of hair to braid it but realize I can't do it with just one hand, and I hold the sheets to control the trembles instead. "What about the videos?" I suggest. "No, I don't think they deserve much attention. Whatever you do in your free time is your choice, you know? I'm more worried about..." "Gray, please, you are making me nervous." "Your feelings," he blurts out. "For me." "Oh." I pinch the bridge of my nose to hold in a burning headache. "Okay, that was the most horrible lie ever. I thought it would be ideal if we fell in love with each other because that would add up to my perfect persona. So I pretended I liked you... It's so embarrassing. I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable." "It's okay," Gray almost sings when he reassures me. "I was anxious about having to reject you." I gasp and place my hand on my chest as if I was offended. "Would you reject this gorgeous, honest-to-goodness human being? I'm shocked you are—" "Gay," he laughs. "I'm gay. But I would have said 'no' either way because I'm not into blondies." Maeve bends in two and drops the phone, choking on laughter.

Super.

Apparently, I haven't written this word in any of my WIPs except for an unpublished Attack on Titan fanfic, so there you have a bit of angst ._.

"I don't have a damn clue," she says. And when Reiner doesn't reply, she continues."At first, I thought I was right because I was searching for freedom. Such a noble quest! And when I realized you were also searching for freedom but from another perspective, I held to the thought that maybe my way was the best one. But I guess there's a point where boundaries get blurry and right and wrong mix up. And there's no time to try and discern something precise and simple in that mess. Probably what you're looking for doesn't even exist." "So what do you fight for?" She sadly smiles. "To protect those I love. Isn't that enough? You don't have to be a superhero: there are so many things worth fighting for with your bare fists. You can't see it because you are deep in a dark hole, but there's so much love in the world shining for you, waiting for you."

Thanks! That's all for now 💜

#writeblr #writing #writers of tumblr #writblr #writeblr community #my wips #angst #tw panic attack #happy ides of march #am writing #wip: lxvi #wip: stars #wip: luna

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