#I'm just glad the cops weren't called on me

[fertilize-my-eggs]

“ why can't I get a girlfriend huh?? ”creepy incel shigaraki x fem chubby reader noncon smut

A/N: hello!! This modern quirkless au oneshot, I don't have any plans for this one sorry. This is more of fanon unhinged feral shigaraki and extremely delusional asf in this. If I miss any tagged let me know and I'm sorry if it isn't proofread!! ( There the full story in A03 )

“ why can't I get a girlfriend huh?? ” 

It's echoing in your mind as he holds your neck tightly with his slim fingers, how did you get here? 

Well you were having a terrible day, seeing this strange blue haired man everywhere you go.

At first you just saw him as a regular customer while you were working at a game store, he happened to appear out of nowhere in the middle of the night.

He taps on your shoulder as he gives you an unnerving nausea, you try your best to be polite.

“ What can I help you s-sir? ” this man didn't know any personal space as he leaned in and said.

“ Any options on this game? ” He rasfully spoke as he tapped on a cover that looked like an RPG with cute anime girls on it.

You were clueless when it comes to games, you look into his blood red eyes.

“ uhh… it's a great game, with a strong main character with a love stor- ” he rolled his eyes as he huffed in annoyance.

“ ughhh does it have sex scene in it?? ” you blink at him a few times.

“ Excuse me? ” There was long awkward silence as you felt a chill run down your spine as you tried your best not to judge a customer too fast.

“ well I've never played it but- ”

“ but? How the hell did you get this job in the first place if you don't know any game… npc females.. ” he whispers the last part quietly but you hear it loud and clear as you cleanse your throat.

“ I'm sorry sir. ” he ignored you completely as he put the game back on the shelf as he collected the games he was interested in. You rushed to the register as he put the games on the countertop.

You felt unsafe by this one customer but it's your night shift and it was your closing time. 

All you have to do is scan the products and send him on his way home, you grab one game at a time as you scan it. Maybe he was just grumpy and had a sour mood today or…

You flinched as his fingers resting on your hand as he said.

“... you.. are very beautiful.” you quickly removed your hand as you put a fake smile on.

“ Thank you… sir. ” he was giving you the ick and he didn't like how you reacted from his touch.

“ your cost is $67.45, would you like a bag sir? ” he nods his head as he remains quiet, watching you put the games into the plastic.

He grabs the bags as he walks to the door to leave, you thought you'd never see him again but boy are you wrong.

You started to feel a pair of eyes staring behind your back whenever you went to your job, you spotted him in a public area. At first you thought you'd had hallucinations seeing him and his long blue locks hidden in his hood, all black clothing as he disappeared into the crowd of people.

You noticed little things disappearing as well, you couldn't find your dirty panties. You were quite messy by leaving your clothes around the house, you were able to find them sooner… but it never comes back, your pillow cover has a questionable sticky texture and it smells horrendous!

It's been a couple of days, you decided to report it to the cops about your stalker but they simply told you that they'll take action if he does something… meaning they weren't gonna help you out and you were helpless.

You were woken up by him in your pitch black room, his hands at your throat not too harsh but it was firm.

You couldn't speak as you begin to tear up.

“ hello.. y/n. Aren't you glad to see me? "You could see his sharp eyes staring at you as he began to speak.

“ I don't understand…” he tilted his head as he loses it a bit so you could breathe a little.

“ I try to be nice.. but every female always rejects me, they always want a male that treats them like trash.”

“ They call me ugly weirdo… a freak of nature.” his fingers lightly rubbed your skin.

“ I’m a nice guy I-...” he leans in so close that your noses are touching.

“ I don't understand… ”

“ Why can't I get a girlfriend huh?? ” he raised his voice. It's echoing in your mind as he holds your neck tightly with his slim fingers.

“ I'll treat you right, give you everything baby. ” he slowly licks your cheek.

“ I'll let no npc hurt you…I'll murder them just for you ~. ” this man is a psychopath, you need to escape but somehow he reads your mind as he begins to chuckle.

“ trying to leave? You're not in your own room darling.. you're tied up in my room, I'm surprised you didn't wake up. You're a heavy sleeper hahaha ~ ” you blink a few times to process what he said as he removes his hands.

“ What the hell are you talking about?!? Are you insane??? ” you begin to sob out, taking the air in as he flickers the light. He was right it wasn't your room, it was far different from yours as you noticed familiar underwears on the floor.

“ I grew tired of jacking off to your filthy panties so I want the real thing.. "You were yank harshly as he spread your thighs wide.

“ Stop!! release me plea- ” you cry out, feeling his rough lips on your sensitive area, you start to squirm fast as he surp you like it was his last meal. It was so sloppy and  inexperienced, this man didn't know how to please a woman.

You yelp as your eyes look down at him, he rubs your skin softly as he growls.

“ stop moving like that unless you want harsh punishment? ” You were unable to speak due to how terrifying this situation is and you don't want him upset, who knows how he will act.

You shake your head but he slaps your thighs hard as you sob out.

“ I need words. "You look away as you look back to his vermilion eyes.

“ no.. ” he wasn't having it but you could see the faint smirk on his lips, he clearly enjoys this.

Sicko… 

“ you're my little plaything.. my player two mhmm~ ” you arch your back up feeling his hot mouth on your pussy, you made a high pitch moan as he slid his digits into your hole.

“ ohh god~!! ” his hungry lustful eyes stare at you.

Tongue flick your clit in harsh circles, his fingers crossed, push up your wall to find it..

Your eyes blink the tears away, you can't let this man have his satisfaction so you bite your lips and look away.

His hand landing on your thighs again as you scream in pain.

“ Keep staring at me… you really want me to punish you so bad hehe~.. ” your eyes wide in fear.

“ no!! Please don't. ” You begged him but he chuckled and went back to eating you out.

His arm wrapped around your thighs as he used his thumb on your clit, rubbing it fast and hard circles.

You couldn't wait any longer as your unwanted orgasm hit you fast, your eyes rolled back and your toe curled in.

“ shit… ahh fuck.. ” you pant heavily, feeling the bed move by him humping the sheets. You can hear his pathetic whimpers and groans as he swallows all your juices.

It's felt like hours as you're crying hard from the overstimulating, he continues to eat you out and bring out three orgasms.

“ please… no more. "You pant heavily, he gives a few sloppy kisses to your clit then finally move away.

“ We're just getting started with this gameplay~ you need to be trained to take this cock hehehe~ ” he purrs sweetly, seeing his face covered in your cum.

“ Please let me go, I don't want this... ” he rolled his eyes at you and he begins to mock your voice.

“ I don't want this, I wanna go home!! You're NOT leaving coz you're mine~!!! Your home is here with me. Don't you understand that!! ”

He grabs your neck firmly as he leans in.

“ I'm your boyfriend… shigaraki tomura~ ” you blink at him, you think you hear his name on the news being a japan world wanted criminal what the hell is he doing here in this country??

He has no patience as he grabs his thick long cock to your entrance as he begins to slide in, you scream at him to stop.

“ stop!!! it's fucking hurt! Please-. ” he covered your mouth fast.

“ God you're such a brat-... don't know how to shut up… mhmm but you feel so good and tight aughh~ ” he pushed more of it, pulling out slowly as he looked down.

“ oh… I see why it was hurting, you're losing your virginity.. ahh it's okay baby~ we are losing it together.” the blood covers his whole length as you closed your eyes tight, your mouth was open letting out a silent scream.

He caresses your cheek tenderly.

“ soon I'll destroy your mindset, you're become my wife… fuck~ ! ” His body language changes as he thrusts faster and harder into you.

“ Soon you'll carry my children.. ahhh  shit can't wait until you produce milk.. ” he leans in to bite your nipples, sucking it gently as he humping your body. Your mind went blank and a sobbing mess from the unwanted pleasure.

He harshly pushes your thighs to your head as he moves at fast paced.

“ I can't wait to see you nice and round of our baby ~. ” he kisses your breasts softly.

“ we got plenty of time to breed your insides~ aughh fuck~!! Want to make you a perfect mommy.. ” he whimpers out, his cock sliding in and out of your slippery cunt.

He covered your mouth as he smirk wide.

“ I'll fuck a baby into you in many rounds until you're full with my cum. ” he sigh heavy, your shaky eyes couldn't see him properly as you feel your head getting a headache and see blackness around.

“ Are you ready player two? Ready for our new save? A new life together you and I~ ” you felt heat in your core as he made a high pitch groan releasing his white thick cum hitting your wall, you felt it filling fast as you cried out and he removed his hand to passionately make out with you.

The cries were muffled as he bit your bottom lip, pulling it away as he rode his high. He called out your name and his dick twitched excitedly as he pants.

He kisses your face sweetly.“ I love you.. I love you Y/n you'll never leave… and if you do. ” you knew he was just manipulating you, his whole act seem so fake as his eyes have a shine in them.

“ you'll get a severe punishment if you do~ ” his thumb rubs your lips softly.

“ you're mine… you're my beautiful wife.. ” he looked down to rub your belly tenderly.

“ our beautiful baby as well~.. ”

“ you're insane.. ” he looked into your eyes and coo sweetly.

“ insane? No no no baby.” he pulled your face close.

“ I'm only insane for you.. my love for you is passion and if anyone touches what is mine. ” he grabs your neck softly.

“ they will die..” he begins to move his hips as you begin to cry.

“ You belong to me~.. ”

#dead dove fanfics #dead dove #minors dni #tw rape #tw noncon #shigaraki tomura #x reader #smut #fanfic #bnha #mha #anime #smutty reader x tomura #fem reader x shigaraki #incel creepy shigaraki #yandere shigaraki x reader smut

[kenjiyabuki]

stuff that made me go 👀 from ep1

Well, gore-y horror from between 70s-90s w queer subtext is one of my most favorite genres ever, so obviously this show is right up my alley. Just the idea of Thai folk horror and 90s slasher fusion w a bunch of tense gay situationships sprinkled on top sounds like a dream to me <3

so OFC I enjoyed the first episode, the gore, haunting past, creepy mask and dick biting and all & now i'm ready to theorize

here are some little details that got my attention and some thoughts that were thunk by me:::::

After Por's (Us) classic setting-the-up-story horror tale gets called out as teasing from White (Fuaiz), Por and Top (Jet) turn the accusation back to his boyfriend Tee (JJay), calling him the best at tricking the younger ones/newcomers to the group.

Based on the trailers, it's safe to assume that in the past, it was Non (Barcode) who was the gullible young one and he was bullied (among other things that will happen to him) even after group decided to utilize him for the short film. Compared to loudmouths Por and Top, Tee seems more on the quiet and stoic side (albeit w anger issues) so this is definitely a clue. Trailers made me think Por was the main terrorizer of Non but maybe Tee played a bigger role.

If Non is the whatever the hell that is dwelling the forest, then why did he cop a feel from Tee while him and White were busy being the couple who chooses the worst time and place to get nasty in a horror? Is it a payback for the tricking the young ones Tee was so good at?

If this isn't a translation mistake, Jin (Copper) calls the movie "his" even though the credits says otherwise.

Firstly, I want to thank my trusty Yandex Image Translator for making this revelation possible:

While Jin says that he made the film for a contest he was in, it's Por who is credited as the Writer/Director/DoP. In fact, Jin's name is only under the cast list, along w Tee, Top and Fluke (Bump).

And maybe even MORE IMPORTANTLY, although we clearly saw him in the movie, taking off the mask just before Por shuts of the laptop & later Top admits he wrote the story, Non's name is nowhere to be seen in the credits. Not only he "disappeared", they also made it seem like he wasn't there in the first place. Uhmm, that's a cunty move to do to an old "friend"...

That really suspicious and ambiguous conversation between Tee and Por.

They might be talking about Non BUT Tee specifically says he doesn't want HIM, which i'm assuming to be White, to get involved and find out more. Por's face drops at first but then he brushes it off w saying it wouldn't matter even if he did because its not relevant anymore.

There are also other new guys who are oblivious to their past but it's White who is worrying Tee. Along w Por's reaction and him constantly teasing their relationship, I think this might be a sign that Tee and Por might have some kind of history??? I am hoping that as messy gay entangled relationships on top of the supernatural horrors would be even more fun!!!!!!!!!

Phi and White's lil sexual tension moment.

Here's the thing: this wasn't even a set up for Jin or Tee to get jealous or anyone to get thoughts because they weren't there to see it. It just happened so quickly and then Phi turned back his attention to Jin to get scolded (as he should) BUT i was stuck on it because what was the reason????????????? Why did White seemed lost in thought over it?

Jin might be jealous of Tan (Mio) for some fucking reason?

Jin gives Phi half a blowjob, BITES HIS DICK (best moment of the ep), chews him out (verbally) and then suggests Tan in his place. Well, Tan and Phi do seem close and Tan knows about their failed FWB. Still, it's interesting that Jin singled out Tan and thinks they had a similar thing, even though Phi assures him that isn't the case.

Honestly, the possibility of tangled relationships is getting to me AHHHH I didnt get that vibe from the trailer at all but I will be glad to see it. Insert the *I'm excited because I love mess* gif I cant be bothered to search rn.

Top being the token salacious fool archetype of this slasher.

Following up on the theme of horror gays being in entangled situationships: A high Top making passes at his friends might not lead anywhere as it just might be him fulfilling his role as the facetious, big mouth guy. But i will just put it aside just in case..... 👀👀

Bonus strays thoughts::

According to character profiles, all the boys are the same age, except Tan and White who are 2 years younger

Por says to Tan "you two got in [their friend group] in 12th grade". I am assuming other person is Phi as White got into the group as the boyfriend. I want to see how they got to be friends tho.

Smoker Tan has asthma and he needs an inhaler which definitely won't be a big problem in the future, right?

It's interesting how Phi wants to be a director and we fittingly saw him being a leader, being levelheaded and "directing" the critical situations, assigning roles to the group etc

Top claims Non is haunting them because they completed his film without him. Babygirl, I dont know if intellectual property theft is enough to turn into an evil ghost, I know you guys did more than that.

Random but I kinda want Fluke to be the Final Girl, surviving until the end w just a puke bag and 2 years of medicine knowledge.......

#dead friend forever

[acreattaviacco]

My MLQC Experience Log#1

Welcome to my somewhat reaction, I just want to gush about this game. I didn't know anything about this game but I like the art and premise so yeah!

I am not gonna get attached to these characters real quick no I am not

First time doing this let's go

First things first, hello our cute MC❤️

I must admit I did not expect we would run a company let alone our parents died???? But glad to know we have a backstory for ourselves

Another thing that surprised me was that they did voice acting in English!

Unfortunately, we didn't meet Victor in person but the first one we did meet was KIRO!...Oh no....I'm in trouble

Sir you smell like sunshine and that innocent smile is making me melt

You are literally shinning aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh🔅

also-

Don't do this Kiro (Childhood) friends-to-lovers trope is my weakness so don't add more fuel to the fire but sure I can give the prize card inside the potato chips. He's so extroverted!! But he's so sweet 💕

After our separate ways, we try going back to our company and-

Hello there Victor sudden entrance but thanks for saving me. (Wait what do you mean I am an Evol?) Sadly it was short but now it's Gavin!!!

Wait!! Gavin!!...you just left

Okay new plan for the last episode of Miracle Finder instead of Kiro it's Lucien the Professor but

Not only that he was really good at being cheeky and a tease I might have gone red from that conversation alone! Can you blame me? The man slowly whispered in our ear and hahahahahahaha😳

Okay👍

Luckily He agreed to be on the show and I like this side of him as well

aaaaawww 10/10 Domestic life Husband material

After finishing the last episode some good news!

I didn't mention this earlier but the side characters have sprites, some even have voices which is really nice

Now we report the good news to our boss, negotiate and-

Can we trick him with puppy eyes? Oh he's a cat person sadge : (

Okay, seriously both Lucien and Victor's voices are so soothing to hear can you record an audiobook for us? no wait I would sleep through it

Though this is funny

I really like Victor, he's the right amount of tsundere that I like it's cute. Sadly he had the last laugh

We are going through places so fast and this is chapter 2 But we get to meet Gavin now!

You faced Victor you'll be fine...wait he works as a cop?

WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! GAVIN! WE ARE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS :D !!!!!

But at the same time aaawww Gavin what happened? What blood-soaked letter? I need to know more!!! (Also that scar, he doesn't hide it)

Hahahahahahaha I'm sorry why are you a lot cuter now? The fact we go to the same school and even after all these years? Shoot weren't we here on assignment?

After that investigation, there is this

It's sweet only to realize it's a tracker(Actually don't mind this, no I am not delulu) But hey the sentiment is there!

Now to report to Victor! But if he was my boss in real life I swear to you unless he makes moves first I would just be talking business and nothing else

I know we are in the entertainment industry but man our life is dramatic

Dammit why do you have to be our boss, still would romance you though, and 0 to 100 real quick

You call us from time to time and I wonder why Victor is so uh..."soft" to us. Don't stop though keep calling and texting even how much you deny it 💗

After that Business deal, we went out and dun dun dun trouble

!

Hooray! The sweet release of death! /j (Seriously I am joking but a lot of people want us dead)

Luckily Gavin (and Lucien's advice) saves the day!

I know the main story is linear but I still feel spoiled by all these CGs it feels unreal

Also did not expect I would fall for Gavin this hard, look at that warm smile!!! :D

It's nice to know we are still wearing our tracker, no I still don't mind this (Okay maybe I am a little delulu but let me have this)

I will gush on you later my sweet Kiro for now I will add you to the list of my bundle of sunshine characters I love and adore(It's a small list but I adore them aahhhhh)

Chapter two is done!

That's about it I haven't even touched the dates and events heck there are so many I just wanted to focus on the main story, for now, I need to figure out the game mechanics and grind to level up my cards

I should have looked at a tutorial first but now I will!!

@jozhenji , @celiciaa must taggy tag you :D

#mr love queen's choice #mlqc #mr love lucien #mr love kiro #mr love victor #mr love gavin #otome game

[kaylinlmao]

AHH I LOVED THE ONE U DID WITH MY REQUEST

PT2 TO WHERE THEY FIND US??

Of course! I'm glad that's what you wanted and I'm glad you liked it! Hope you're satisfied with this one to! I'm kinda gonna mix this one with a request by @iceteacat

Hey, can i request poly ghost boys+finney (yandere), where the reader moves away to get away form them. But they found out where they are a year later. The reader is in college somewhere far away from them (like in England). I really want to know what would they do? Also the readers family is gone, bc of the boys.

No rush, you can do this when you are free (i mean you don't have to do it at all)

I'm gonna make these as headcannons but if that's not what you wanted let me know! Thank you both for requesting! Hope you both like it! Love you guys!

Warnings: swearing, violence, yandere shit

So, you moved away and went to a great college all the way in London! You loved it there!

What you didn't know was the boys were tracking you down.

You never realized that they had put trackers in your favorite pair of shoes

Now, you weren't stupid. You were actually very smart! It just didn't accur to you that they would do something so weird and drastic.

You're first week at your college went great! You made a lot of friends and even met a cute kind guy who sat next to you!

But as you walked into your dorm that Friday, exhausted and you still had a lot of homework, you saw your roommate's dead body on her bed. As you ran towards her, you heard the door click and lock.

Uh oh. The boys were furious with you.

They all started yelling at you at once but you only had one question. "How did you find me? I picked the college as far from Denver as possible. How did you find me?".

" We put a tracker in your favorite pair of shoes." Griffin said quietly.

"YOU DID WHAT? I JUST WANTED A CHANCE AT A NORMAL LIFE! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?!"

" Princesa, we did it for you! We didn't want to lose you! Hermosa, we lov-" but you cut Robin off before he could finish.

"Don't you dare say you love me. Don't give me that bullshit. You killed my roommate and have trackers on my clothes so now I have to get all of those checked! Don't give the bullshit that you love me and you did this all for us and so you didn't lose me."

"Doll-"

"And stop calling me those stupid nicknames! Doll, Dollface, Princesa, Hermosa, sweetheart, hun, baby, darling, love! MY NAME IS Y/N! Now get out!"

"Baby-" Finney tried

"IT'S Y/N FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! GET OUT BEFORE I CALL THE DAMN COPS!"

"Sweetheart, we're sorry." Bruce said

(Let me know in the comments if you cry when you're angry because Y/N does now)

"No! You're not sorry." I said, falling to my knees sobbing.

Robin and Finney rushed over to me while the other boys picked up my roommate's body.

"No! You all need to listen! You drove away my mom and sister by threatening me! They left for my safety! I just talked to them! I have been unnecessarly alone for 7 months because of you guys!"

"Baby, don't say that! We never left you! We stayed with you the whole time!" Finney said

"We're never gonna leave you. Now let's go home sweetheart." Bruce adds

"NO!"

"Princesa" Robin says in a warning.

"It's Y/N!"

"Doll, that's enough"

All of a sudden I saw Billy walking towards me with a syringe.

"I'm sorry, Peach" he said stabbing me with it.

All I saw was black

Hope this is what you were wanting and more @finneysbaseball Sorry for it being so long. And please do me a favor. Go check out @heaartzforcupid. Love y'all! :) -Kaylin

#yandere vance hopper #yandere bruce yamada #bruce yamada x reader #yandere robin arellano #yandere finney blake #the black phone #the black phone x reader #finney blake x reader #robin arellano x reader #billy showalter x reader #finney blake #griffin stagg x reader #robin arellano #vance hopper x reader #yandere the black phone #yandere the black phone x reader #griffin stagg #yandere griffin stagg #brance #bruce yamada #bruce x vance #vance hopper #finbin #rinney #yandere billy showalter #billy showalter

[mino-diabolik]

DARK FATE — Mystic 「Dark 04」

[ Dark 03 ]

[ Location: Grand Hall — Banmaden ]

Kazuha: Is there something wrong in your head?! Do you not understand what your son has done?

DJ: ... ...

Kazuha: Do you have any idea how much more trouble this has caused us? Yet you still refuse to speak a word?!

DJ: ... ...

Kazuha: ... You were aware of his relationship to those Vampires, weren't you? You know where he is right now, don't you?

You knew everything from the very beginning and said nothing?!

DJ: ... ...

Kazuha: Tsk...

... ... I would have much rather you two had never appeared back in our lives.

Kazuha leaves.

DJ: ... ...

After a moment standing, DJ hurries out of the grand hall.

[ Location: Backyard ]

DJ shuffles through the bushes of roses and trudges across for a few minutes. After coming to a clearing in the foliage, she gathers fallen leaves and broken twigs. She sits on the grass, arranging everything into what appeared to be a nest.

DJ: Huff...

Please, my child... answer——

—Fade—

[ Location: Hallway — Eden Castle ]

—Bam!—

Mystic: Oh, fuck! Watch your fuckin' aim!

Ayato: Then get outta the damn way!

—Swoosh!—

Mystic: Woah——?!

Ayato: Oi, watch it!

Mystic: It wasn't me!

( What—?! This is...?! )

Reiji: You two! What is going on?

... What is all this mess...?!

Ayato: Damn...!

Mystic: Ahh... there come the cops.

——Sorry, Ayato! Got somethin' to do, so take this one for me!

Mystic uses his magic to sweep himself away. Ayato is left behind.

Ayato: Oi!

Reiji: Jomei, you...! Tsk.

Ayato, you get back here!

—Fade—

[ Location: Balcony ]

Mystic: Huff. Woah... haven't done that in a while.

—Swoosh!—

Mystic: ( ... What's happening?

Is this... a calling? )

... ... Mother!

Mystic almost topples over the baluster when he dives forward to snatch a branch from a nearby tree. He sparks a flame with his free hand and taps the bark.

Mystic: Ah, ow!

—Swoosh!—

DJ: ... Mys...

M... Mys...!

The voice comes in broken echoes. It’s unclear.

Mystic: Mother? Hello, Momma?! Can you hear me?

DJ: Mystic! Oh, my boy, you're alright!

... Sob, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. If I had known this would happen, I would have said something——

Mystic: Momma, momma, please calm down. I'm okay. I'm somewhere safe.

( At least away from them... )

DJ: Sob... I'm glad to hear that.

... Sigh. Things have become a bit... tense here at the castle. To put it mildly...

Mystic: I imagined...

——I'm sorry.

DJ: What for?

Mystic: For causing you trouble again...

DJ: O—oh, no... Please don't apologize, my child. Not even I could have ever imagined they would go as far as to...

... Sob...

Mystic: Momma...

DJ: Sigh...

I will talk to them. Don't worry. This cannot continue. You must come home soon.

Something like an argument over the heart of a human cannot be the cause of this family's downfall.

Mystic: I haven't known them for long... but I really doubt they will listen to reason at this point, mother.

DJ: No harm comes from trying.

... Where are you?

Mystic: ... ...

DJ: Mystic, my child. I dread for your safety. Please, I simply want to know that you will be alright wherever you may be.

Mystic: I——

—Footsteps—

Ruki: Here you are. I heard about the ruckus you were causing with the oldest triplet...

... ...? What are you doing?

Mystic: Oh...! U—uh, hi. I was just... umm...—

DJ: Mystic? Are you still there? What's happening?

Ruki: Who's there?

Mystic: Sigh...

Mystic rests the branch over the baluster. Some leaves crumble. Ruki approaches.

Ruki: What...

Mystic: I'm here, mother.

DJ: Oh, thank goodness. What happened?

Mystic: Nothing, it's just that...

Do you remember Ruki?

DJ: Oh, of course. The young Vampire you told me about some time ago?

I remember you fawning over how handsome—

Mystic goes red all the way up to his ears. He jumps up in a panic. Ruki startles.

Mystic: Ahh...! I don't remember what I told you, but yes, the Vampire!

DJ: I see...

Mystic: He's the one that brought me here after I got wounded by Kazuha's Familiars.

DJ: A Vampire did?

You are with Vampires right now?

Mystic: You could say so…

DJ: No wonder Kazuha nearly blew up the entrance upon her return...

Mystic: ... Haha…

DJ: But why are you bringing up this man? Is he with you right now?

Ruki: … I am here.

DJ: … Mukami Ruki, was it?

It is a pleasure to finally hear you directly... despite the circumstances surrounding us at the moment, of course.

Ruki glances at Mystic. He smiles and urges him to continue.

Ruki: … Likewise.

DJ: ——Thank you, young man.

Ruki: … …!

DJ: For protecting Mystic when I couldn’t do anything but spectate.

Ruki: … He placed my brothers and I before his own well-being. I believe it was the least I could do.

Mystic: Oh, so very humble, Mr. Righteous Man〜

Ruki: Fu...

—Fade—

[ Location: Balcony ]

Mystic taps on the ashy remains of the branch with an air of melancholy.

Ruki: Your mother... she seems nothing like you.

Mystic: Hahaha... my caretakers always said the same thing. That the only thing I got from her were her looks.

Ruki: ... 'Fawning over a handsome Vampire', was it?

Mystic: Oh, quit tooting your own horn.

Mystic: How 'bout you cook up somethin' for me? I'm feelin' a bit peckish.

Ruki: Right, of course...

How do you feel about some Bouillabaisse?

—Footsteps—

Mystic: Ooh... indulging me much?

Ruki: Do you want it or not?

The Vampire walks off. Mystic hurries after him.

Mystic: Comin', comin'!

「 Dark 04 — End 」

[ Dark 05 ]

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[writerofadream]

Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Fifteen: Tip me over (Pour me out)

(This is what I'm reduced too since my netflix ain't working, we'll be back to our regular scheduled programing tmw, so have fun with this new years eve chapter, you both are fifteen)

Two years ago

It was supposed to be a simple job. No different from normal, Duncan would sing, and as people were distracted you'd pickpocket them... and too think it started off so fucking easy.

"Am I blue?" Duncan's raspy voice rang out through the audience quickly causing multiple women too swoon.

His hair was it's natural black, he wore a black dress shirt with a gold chain, and black pants.

You rolled your eyes but got too work your hands flickering through people's pockets with a practiced ease. You had done this too many times, way too many.

"Am I blue? Ain't these tears in these eyes tellin' you?" Duncan's body always swayed when he sang.

His voice had developed a New-Yorker accent which was the place you both had been in the past month.

You flirted easily with a few men (and a couple girls) who seemed to be a bit sober.

Since today was New Years Eve it was like the purge for you both. Cops let robbers do so much shit it was wild you weren't caught.

Duncan and you were currently in a run-down bar a few minutes pass Manhattan which meant it still got quite a few wealthy customers.

Wealthy customers who thought no one could ever pickpocket them.

Clealry, they hadn't met you yet.

"Am I blue? You'll be too, if your schemes like your dreams, done fell through." Duncan's voice was annoyingly good. If you had been focused on him you'd probably notice the way his eyes were directly on you.

"Was a time... I was her only one. Now I am, the sad and lonely one, oh yes I am." he hated how easily you could flirt, he never knew which emotion you had fabricated was real or fake.

He was a good liar, but you were the best.

Your hands stole a woman's pearl necklace even though you weren't even looking at her. It was almost like they had a mine of their own. Duncan had paid the bartender to look away as you did your job.

He saw something glint and your eye as he continued to sing, he saw a man covered in gold.

He had five golden rings, a gold chain around his neck, a wallet that seemed to be bursting with cash.

Duncan saw you struggle with your kleptomania for only a second because it had won. This would be your hardest job yet.

You waited until the man had gotten a few (*cough* a lot *cough*) of drinks in him before you made your move. You began flirting with the man, making him laugh and chuckle.

He patted his leg telling you to sit.

Duncan bit the inside of his cheek so hard blood flooded his mouth. As he finished the song he finally asked "Any requests before we go home for the night gals and guys?" He cheerfully winked at a girl sitting up front.

"Teenager in Love by Madison Beer." A drunk boy hiccuped with his hand held high.

Duncan had to stiffle a smile at the song you adored. "You make me feel like a teenager in love, you make me feel like a teenager in love." He began snapping in beat with the music around him.

He watched as your fingers slipped two of the rings off the man. "You call me baby, your in ripped jeans, and you just pulled up to a love song." Duncan sang as the bar began snapping with him.

He watched as the man's lips forced themselves onto yours and all you could do was smile and giggle forcing the blush onto your face. Duncan had no greater urge then to beat that man to the ground.

Duncan watched as you took one more ring, the wallet which you quickly replaced with a decoy, and the necklace.

"Beat up corvette, smelling of cigarettes." He sang his heart so very glad that you were almost done and you could both head back home.

God, nothing sounded better then curling up on the beat-up couch with you while you watched a movie off his phone.

You gave the man a kiss on the cheek, saying a goodbye and as you stood up he noticed your body shift and your eyes widened.

Duncan watched as you picked up a drink from a passing waiter and said the words that made his heart stop.

"Happy New Years, sweetheart." You giggled but he knew those words. The code words for 'GUN ON ME'

"Oh come on, beautiful can't you stay?" Duncan whined pausing the song. The bar atendees whined as well. They wanted more of the music, and you. "Dance and sing." One girl cheered.

The entire bar roared for you to join Duncan up there. 'Man behind me' you mouthed and Duncan realized that the man you had been flirting with had a gun trained on you by someone in the bar.

Duncan motioned for you to come up to the stage. You stepped up giggling even though your stomach was in knots.

Duncan told the band to continue playing as he resumed singing, only you to accompany him this time.

"Time keeps on slipping." Duncan twirled you outwards and then back into his arms, he knew what he had to do, keep you constantly moving so the gun couldn't get a clear shot.

"You make me feel like a teenager in love, you make me feel like I'll be forever young." You sang and he thought it was beautiful, you weren't even the best singer.

But your voice had this crisp-clear quality that he adored.

He dipped you backwards kissing your neck causing the bar to whoop.

Duncan continued singing as you lead the dance, trying to find the gun. Finally you saw it, a flash the muzzle again as it tried to focus on you. The owner was in a red silk coat, he had brownish hair, and had a mustache, better yet he was standing under a clock.

"Talk of the town, you bought me a gown, told me you swoop in once the clock struck-twelve." You had changed the words to get Duncan's attention. His eyes found the clock, and then the man.

"I had a dream, you weren't so mean, but I kinda like it when you get angry." Duncan winked and he knew that you knew that he meant those words.

You blushed as he secretly handed you a miniscule blow dart he kept on him for emergencies.

As you waltzed together you tossed the tiny blowdart into your mouth and as he twirled you out you blew hard, hitting your target with ease.

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You stumbled out the bar laughing your heads off.

"Okay so you've had ten guns pointed on you this month and I've had eight, this makes it the ninth one. Damn it you are still in the lead, Tarun." You grumbled rubbing a hand tiredly down your face causing Duncan to laugh.

"Always will be, baby." He twirled you around like a princess.

You were his princess.

"But seriously, scorpion, you okay? That man was being touchy in a way I know you aren't exactly used too." Duncan put an arm around your shoulders squeezing you tight.

"God, I hate being a fake-whore." You said dramatically. "Who said it was fake." Duncan teased ruffling your curled up hair. "It took me five hours to get my hair like this, hands off, tiger." You grumbled trying to fix it back up.

You were wearing a dark green cocktail dress and your hair was curled.

"Also, I'm only a whore for you." You whispered in his ear causing him to turn a different shade of pink, and you ran ahead laughing you ass off as he chased you.

Damn, you loved holidays with that idiot.

Because he was your idiot <3

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Bonus! Texts between you and Duncan from his POV:

11 years old:

Me: Tell me I'm pretty!

Bunny<3: You're pretty annoying, that's what you are.

12 years old:

Me: Stay foxy.

Trauma bud 🤩: Die lonely.

Thirteen years old

motherless idiot <3: Bro your my bestfriend, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK drugs are you taking.

Me I love you too :)

Fourteen years old:

Me: Is something burning?

scorpion ♥️: Just my hatred for you.

Me: 1. this is why your mom died, 2. the toaster is literally on fire get an extingwishur

scorpion ♥️: spell it right first

Me: suck my DICK

Fifteen years old:

scorpion ♥️: I actually have a black belt.

Me: In what, karate?

scorpion ♥️: No, from Gucci-

Me: sorry i dont speak rich bitch

scorpion ♥️: this is why your father beats you

Sixteen years old:

scorpion ♥️: You're right.

Me: .... is the world ending, am i dying, who's DYING?

Sixteen years old

scorpion ♥️: I’m going to take you out 

Me: alr its a date

scorpion ♥️: I meant that as a threat i am litearally going to fucking stab you

Me: See you in twenty wear your good dress

Seventeen years old

My girl <3: You often use humor to deflect trauma 

Me: Thank you 

My girl <3: I didn't say that was a good thing 

Me: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

My girl <3: uhhhhhhhh i didnt say they were good jokes baby

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Another bonus: text when you were sixteen from your POV

Tiger 💚: Some dumb ass to fight a squid at the aquarium today- humans fuckin dissapoint me wtf

Me: Well, maybe the squid was being a dick. and in unrelated news i got ink on your blanket mb

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[dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night]

Divinity part ten

TW: religion, cult recruitment, referenced murder, referenced deforestation and pollution, human whumpees, deity whumper

Mary brought Wren to her knitting club, so he could proselytize to the other old women, and maybe whatever grandchildren they occasionally brought along.

She introduced Wren, and gave him everyone else's names. They seemed happy enough to see him, despite the fact that he didn't know how to knit. He never had the dexterity for such things.

"I met a god," Mary said nonchalantly, working on a purple blanket for her soon to be born great-grandchild. "In Wren's basement."

"What kind of a god?" Gloria asked, as though there was nothing out of the ordinary about Mary's statement.

"Made all the animals," Mary said. "You know, like Noah."

"Noah didn't make animals," Bella argued, setting down her half-finished scarf out of frustration from a dropped row of stitches. "He put 'em all on a big old boat."

"Vo'ki is the god of animals," Wren interjected, trying to avoid a pointless debate. "Nothing to do with Judaism, I assure you. I'm his high priest."

"He made all the animals?" Gloria asked. "That's impressive. I bet he has pretty big stables."

"The animals roam the earth, except when humans put them in stables. Vo'ki takes care of them. But he can't always control human hunting and deforestation."

Wren was so happy to be believed right off the bat. He may have missed a trick at the library, but now he had three possible devotees paying heed to his every word. If it weren't for his devout faith, he would have thanked God Himself.

"Oh!" Barbara exclaimed. "You're trying to save the forests. I'm glad your generation is finally doing something about the environment. I used to protest nuclear energy, but nobody told me oil was the worse deal. Pushing back against the oil companies will really save the animals."

"I intend to," Wren decided. "During my prayers over the natural world, I received the knowledge of how deeply human destruction of the natural world distressed Vo'ki. He cares far more for animals than he does for people. Honestly, I don't blame him."

"I never liked people either," Bella said. "That's why I have cats. No husband, you hear me? Just cats."

"Husbands are fine," Gloria said. "Not as great as people say. But still fine."

"You say that like you didn't murder yours," Mary said dryly. "Yeah, well, he was sleeping with the lady next door. What else was I supposed to do?"

Wren tried to process the casual admission to murder. Hanging out with older women was always like this, but he still wasn't sure how to react. At least they trusted him not to call the cops.

"I never wanted to get married either," Wren said, trying to get off the topic of murder. "Obviously I'm transgender, so it was hard enough to find anyone who respected that. And I value my privacy a bit too much."

"Oh, my little sister is a transgender," Barbara said, clearly excited to know what Wren was talking about. "But she's got a very pretty wife."

Wren smiled. "How lovely. But now I'm in a union with my patron god."

"Are you and Vo'ki an item then?" Gloria asked.

"Erm, sort of." Wren fidgeted with one of his rings. "The typical union between priests and gods was usually a-romantic. It was more than romance. It was more than friendship. Vo'ki has chosen to pursue me in a way I consider to be romantic, at least by modern standards. But it's far, far more than that."

"I'm happy for you," Gloria said. "I always wish God would talk to me, and here you are with god as your boyfriend."

"I would love to introduce you all to Vo'ki," Wren said cautiously. "And I know he would love to meet all of you."

"Does he really live in your basement?" Bella asked. "Seems a weird spot for a god."

"He lives in the… spirit world. Or something like that. I just set up an altar for him in my basement. So he appears there to accept my offerings."

"Can we meet him tomorrow?" Gloria asked. "I'm going to my grandson's Little League game this afternoon."

"I have a birthday party to go to in the morning," Barbara said. "Let's do it afterward."

"How does three o'clock sound?" Wren asked. "I live in Mary's neighborhood. She has my address."

A murmur of agreement met his ears, and he smiled with satisfaction. At long last, he was serving Vo'ki exactly as he has always deserved. It was only a matter of time until this movement blossomed into a proper religion.

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[tbmunson]

If your requests are open can you do gareth emerson x reader where she is short but she has a bad temper and she finds out what jason did to gareth and his friends and she loses her shit if not I understand

Short Fuse - Gareth Emerson x Reader

Thank you so much for the request 🤍🤍🤍

Summary: Basically what the request says

Warnings: Anger, Swearing, mentions of death (Jason and Eddie), Violence, name calling, mention of sex, fem pronouns ("She" used like twice).

WC: 600ish

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You pulled up to Gareth's house and saw the boys setting the drum kit back up. "What the fuck happened?" You asked, walking into the garage.

"Jason-"

"Don't worry about it." Gareth cut Jeff off, giving him a pointed look. "It's fine." He added.

Your lips pulled into a line and you raised your eyebrows at the back of Gareth's head since he had yet to face you. "Gareth." Your voice had a slight warning tone in it as you crossed your arms over your chest.

"Y/N." He answered, eyes scanning over the symbol.

You chuckled, a bitter sound before rounding to look at Kevin, a bystander until now. "What. The fuck. Happened?"

"Kev, don't." Gareth sent him the same look he'd given to Jeff.

"Sorry dude. She might be five foot nothing, but she's scary as hell." He turned to face you, ignoring Gareth from then on. "Jason and his boys came by looking for Eddie. They weren't happy we didn't know where he was. Andy and the other one held me and Jeff back. Jason punched Gareth in the face, pushed him into the drums, and may have possibly broken his hand." He sped up towards the end, cowering in the way your stair became angrier with every word.

Your tongue skimmed over your teeth as your rounded to Gareth. "And you just weren't going to fucking tell me?" Your head bobbed from side to side as you spoke with attitude dripping from every word. You didn't mean to take the anger out on him, but you were fed up, and him trying to hide it from you wasn't helping.

He sighed and finally turned to face you, showing the bruise that was forming on his cheekbone. "I just didn't want you getting mad. It's okay, really."

"No, it's not fucking okay! It's not okay for them to be on a fucking manhunt for our friend. And it's not okay that they're rolling up on people and questioning them like the fucking cops!" Your fists shook by your sides and your face grew redder by the second.

Gareth stepped up to you, putting his hands on your shoulders. "Sugar, I'm alright."

You looked into his eyes, your anger softening a bit, but not by much. "I swear, the next time I see any of them, it's on."

And it was. A couple days after the earthquake you saw Andy walking up the the school, hands in his pockets.

"Dick!" You yelled across the parking lot, flipping the bird to him as he glanced over at you.

"Bitch!" He shouted back, making you smirk.

That sense of community was gone.

"Why don't you come say it to my face, pussy?"

He turned, walking your direction.

"Half pint bitch." He bent down to get in your face, which is exactly what you wanted him to do.

You drew back and in one swift motion your fist connected with his face. "That was meant for Jason, but you know, he's dead." The lack of remorse for him was evident. It wasn't that you were glad he was dead, but you had a peace of mind that he wouldn't bother you or the boys again.

Andy was holding the side of his face as he looked at you. "Psycho!"

"Don't mess with my boys again. Ever." You stepped away, heading towards your car when he started hurling names your way.

"Whatever you freak fucker bitch!" He was standing tall now and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh, if you don't know how to make someone cum, just say that." You taunted, opening the door before giving him one last bird. No matter how much you wanted to stay and fight you'd promised Gareth you wouldn't do too much. That didn't stop you from nearly running Andy over as you left the parking lot though.

Gareth grinned for the first time since he learned of Eddie's fate as you recounted the story to him, pulling you to sit in his lap. "I love you, Sugar." He placed a kiss on your cheek.

"I love you too, Gare."

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[sashaisready]

Chapter Nine

Lee Bodecker (The Devil All The Time) x Femme Reader

A year after the sudden death of your husband you find yourself at a loose end, unsure what to do next. You're also learning about your sexuality - your hidden desires and fantasies creeping out now you're no longer playing the role of the good wife. A certain Sheriff in town could be the one to awaken something in you.

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Chapter 10

WARNING: After effects of sexual assault in this chapter - characters discuss it

Lee furrowed his brow with confusion as he stood on your porch. Despite him hammering on the door there was no sign of you, and not a single light was on in the house. He'd even walked around to the back to check, but there was no sign of life.

He wondered if you'd got caught up working late at the diner and he'd left to pick you up before you managed to call. He also wondered if you'd changed your mind about the date and were just hiding from him, but that didn't seem like your style even if you had doubts. He couldn't imagine you hiding in the dark just patiently waiting for him to leave. You'd surely just tell him to go to hell.

He then drove over to the diner to see if you were still working, but that was all locked up too. Puzzled, Lee took a quick lap of the perimeter to see if there were any clues about your whereabouts. He was even more confused to find your car still in the lot. He peered inside the windows which were cold with condensation, but you weren't there either.

Using his police skills, Lee weighed up what could've happened. Maybe your car had broken down and you got a lift from someone...but where would you be now?

Maybe you tried to walk home – not a good idea in the dark by yourself, and it's not a short walk either. That didn't seem likely, you were more sensible than that.

So it must be the first one.

The only other option was that someone had hurt you. But he didn't want to think about that.

Lee decided to go to the station to regroup. He would try and call you there to see if you'd got home. If not, he'd go out looking for you. Davey was working tonight too, so he'd ask him to help out. Before he set off he radioed Davey to see where he was.

"Just been patrollin', Sheriff. Heading back to the station now. I thought you were off tonight? Over".

"Yeah meant'be...but my date stood me up. Over."

Davey chuckled over the radio. "Damn Lee, I'm sorry. How 'bout I buy you a beer to cheer you up? Over".

"Sounds good son, just need to check in on somethin' at the station. I'll see you there. Over".

Lee liked Davey. He was a good cop. Occasionally he was a slave to his vices – everyone on the force knew he liked a drink, and most of them knew he wasn't always faithful to Julie, but he was a nice guy. The town liked him. Even Lee could admit Davey was more personable than Lee was. Came in handy for Good Cop/Bad Cop scenarios.

Lee got to the station just as Davey did. He thought Davey looked a bit...unsteady on his feet. He was slurring a little, and he had the weirdest smile on his face. But Lee turned a blind eye, just as Davey had all the times Lee wasn't quite feeling his best on the job.

"Your face okay, Davey?" asked Lee, gesturing to some scratches on his cheek. They looked new, one was bleeding slightly.

"Huh? Oh yeah. Fine. Had a run in with a drunk during a bar fight break up. Y'know how it is" chuckled Davey as he rubbed his cheek.

"Been there" laughed Lee.

He then sat and called your number from the desk phone, worrying more now. To his relief, you answered after a few rings.

"H-Hello?" came your voice from the other end.

"Sweetness! I'm glad you're alright. Was getting worried when you weren't answerin' the door earlier. Is everything okay?" he asked.

He heard you exhale on the other end of the line. "Lee, I'm fine. I'm sorry...I got caught up at work."

Lee frowned, your voice sounded hoarse and shaky. Something was off.

"I saw your car was still at the diner so I was concerned".

"Yeah, it wouldn't start. I got a ride. I'm okay".

"Well, that's a relief. Look, we missed our reservation but I could still come by-"

"Lee" you cut him off suddenly, "I'm sorry but I don't think this is such a good idea anymore. I don't think we should do this, not like we've been doing".

Lee winced, lightly bashing the receiver against his face in frustration.

"What's brought this on?" he asked, anger concealing his disappointment.

"I just...I'm sorry Lee. Please don't call me again".

The line went dead.

Lee groaned. Well, it was fun while it lasted. Onwards and upwards.

"Davey...how about that beer huh?" he called out.

But he had a niggling feeling about your hoarse voice, and it sounded like you'd been crying. What had happened to spur this on, exactly?

He pushed it to the back of his mind and reached for his jacket.

🌼

Lee had been waiting for his lunch at the diner for nearly thirty minutes now. He had been thinking of you since your call last night, disappointed that you'd cooled things off. He knew he was going to miss you, and your body...

Gina was rushing around frantically, balancing plates all up her arms and barking orders at the cooks. She finally rushed Lee's order over to him, her face tensed up with stress.

"I'm so sorry this is late, Lee" she said as she put his plate on the table. "Her royal highness, my lovely co-worker, called out sick today, so it's just me runnin' the show".

Lee's attention was piqued at the mention of you being sick.

"No problem, G. You're doin' great. What do you mean, sick? She alright?"

Gina scoffed. "Well who knows with that one? She's only on the schedule a few shifts per week and she can't even handle that," she rolled her eyes. "Somethin' about a fall? She said she's injured and can't come in. Sounded like lazybones just wanted a day off, if you ask me".

"Huh..." said Lee, thoughtfully.

"Not like she needs the cash anyway. Livin' off her husband's insurance money, God rest his soul. Must be nice, not havin' to work" said Gina, shooting off to pick up the next order.

Lee ate his meal quickly and shoved some dollar bills under his coffee cup. He knew you didn't want him to call, but he just wanted to check you were okay. What injury, exactly? It felt too coincidental that you'd call in sick after ending things with him. Something was afoot.

🌼

Ten minutes later he was on your doorstep, banging on your door.

"I know you're in there. Open up. I need t'talk to you".

No answer, but he saw a curtain twitching in one of the windows.

He suddenly remembered something you'd told him during the early days of Arthur's passing. You'd absent-mindedly lost your keys in town somewhere during a grief fuelled haze. Lee had driven you home. You'd shown him that you always kept a spare under the...

...red flowerpot.

And sure enough, there it was - with a key underneath it.

He picked it up. "I'm comin' in" he shouted. "Police welfare check..".

He let himself in, stepping across the threshold. The house was dark, unkempt. The drapes were shut and he could see unwashed dishes sitting on the kitchen counter. A million miles away from the pristine, welcoming home it usually was.

"Lee...Jesus Christ. What are you doing?" came your voice from the hallway behind him.

Lee turned to face you. You were still in your bed clothes, hiding your face and turning away from him.

"Well I'm checkin' on you sweetness" he explained, "Diner said you were sick. Your car is still there. What's goin' on? What are you hidin'?"

"Nothing. Nothing. I'm fine. I just don't want to see you, okay? Please just leave" you pleaded. Your voice was still croaky and gruff.

Lee launched towards you and reached for your arm which was covering your face. You cried out and tried to push him away but he was quicker than you, taking your chin in his palm.

He gasped when he saw you fully. He switched the light on to get a better look. You had a black eye and bruising on your cheek. He could see more bruising travelling down your neck and underneath your robe. Some looked like hickeys. You turned away from him, closing your eyes, ashamed.

"Who did this?" Lee barked, his barely concealed anger rising in his voice.

You began to cry softly. "Nobody. Nothin'. I tripped in the bath, I hit my head. It's fine".

You couldn't look at him, but you could hear his breathing quicken.

"Darlin', I'm not stupid. Tell me who did this. Please. I can help". His tone softened on the last few words. Anger morphing into concern.

You finally turned to him. You could see his blue eyes were glazed with the beginnings of tears. You suddenly realised he was distraught.

"Lee...I'm so sorry" you sobbed, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I didn't mean to stand you up. I didn't really want you not to call me. I just...didn't know what to do".

Lee wraps his strong arms around you and you sigh, the relief and comfort of being with him washing over you.

"It's okay sweetie, you have nothing to apologise for. C'mon, come with me".

He leads you to the living room, flopping down onto the couch and holding you against him.

"Now, please. Just tell me what happened" he whispered tenderly in your ear as he stroked your hair.

You wiped your tears away. "I'm scared you'll call me a liar, Lee. He said nobody would believe me if I told. Everyone thinks he's a good man".

Lee looked at you intensely.

"Try me".

Your took a deep breath, screwing your eyes shut. You lent across him and put your mouth to his ear, as if saying it too loudly would mean others could hear too.

"Davey".

🌼

Lee was reeling from your revelation. Davey. The good man, Davey. Friend of the town. Loving husband. Respected cop.

But also the philanderer. The drunk.

Davey.

You fiddled with your hands awkwardly as you told him what had happened. The diner. Your busted car. Davey in his cruiser. The stench of whiskey in the air and on his hot breath against your neck. How you spaced out as it happened, mercifully. How he drove you home in silence. How nobody would believe you.

How you'd managed to scratch his cheek.

"Scratch?" asked Lee.

"Mmm. I managed to get a couple of shots in" you explained. "I scratched a big chunk of skin off his cheek. Just sad it wasn't more..." you laughed sourly.

Lee thought of the fresh scratch on Davey's face at the station last night. His stomach lurched.

He clasped his hand over yours.

"I believe you, babydoll" he said softly.

You gasped, your entire body going limp as you fell against him, as if all your muscles had been straining until now.

"Oh Lee, thank-you. I'm sorry I hid it from you. I just-he's your deputy. I didn't know if you'd..."

Lee kissed you gently, stroking your hair. He didn't respond.

"I feel so much better. I haven't slept, worrying about it you know? Worrying about you" you babbled. "I'm so tired..."

Lee took your hand and wordlessly guided you upstairs to your bedroom. He pulled the bed covers back, taking your hand and laying you down in the sheets. You groaned quietly as the exertion caused shooting pains through your lower half. Lee could see you were in pain. He didn't know the full extent of your injuries but knew it was bad.

"Lee?" you asked.

"Mm?"

"You don't think I'm...damaged goods or anything like that, do you?"

Lee scowled. "Fuck, no. Don't ever say that about yourself again".

You nodded shyly. "I just...I didn't know if you'd want me now".

Lee shook his head, furious that you'd think of yourself in that way. 

"Sweetness, you're just as beautiful as you ever were. Alright? None of this is your fault".

He kissed your forehead and you smiled, your eyes heavy with fatigue.

You turned on your side, your head resting on the pillow. Lee draped the covers over you, then snaked around you, a hand stroking your hair.

"You need your rest, babydoll. I'll stay here until you're asleep. You've got nothin' to be scared of now".

You slipped away quickly, your exhaustion finally catching up with you.

As you snored quietly, Lee gently lifted your nightdress to find your lower back covered in a smattering of black and blue. Your underwear covered your buttocks but he could see where the markings began to travel down onto the edges your cheeks as well, interspersed with angry red welts, mapping out where furious fingers had gripped and pinched your soft flesh. Your body told the story of what you'd been through, filling in the gaps where your words had failed. He reached out, gingerly following the marks with his finger, wishing he could wash them away.

Lee had to restrain the groan of rage which hitched in his throat, not wanting to disturb your well needed slumber or risk upsetting you further. He pulled the nightdress back down, tenderly aligning it in place. He was almost vibrating with anger now, disgusted with the injustice you had faced at the hands of that beast, and ashamed that he had not been able to protect you.

He gently ran his fingers through your hair as you slept, caught off guard by the tenderness and care he felt for you amongst his rage. He had failed you, but he vowed to never do that again. He knew exactly what needed to be done now.

"Don't worry sweetheart" he whispered as he stood back up and put his hat on again. "I'll handle this" he told you firmly.

You mumbled something unintelligible back as you stirred in your sleep, clearly aware of his presence in some way as you slept, but not really hearing him.

Lee left the room and crept down the stairs as quietly as he could. He did the dishes and tidied up a little for you. Finally he got back in the cruiser, heading out and going back to work.

He went about his usual business until night fell. He waited until it was suitably late and all the officers had knocked off apart from the one working the night shift.

He picked up his radio.

"Davey? You around?"

"Nothing to report, Sheriff, all quiet here. Over."

"Roger that, Davey. I'm over near Birch street, the part that backs onto the creek. Just seen a coupla suspicious lookin' fellas wander by – I think they could be armed. Can you come help me check it out? Over".

"Roger, Sheriff. On my way, boss. Over".

"Could you park your car a bit further away when you get here? Don't want them seeing us and getting spooked. Maybe a few streets over? That'll do it. Over".

"No problem, Sheriff. See you there. Over and out".

Lee grinned to himself as he put the radio handset back, satisfied with the trap he'd set. They were the only two on tonight so nobody else would've heard the call. Davey's car being parked up a bit further away meant it wouldn't be obvious where he'd gone.

He opened the glove compartment and pulled out a handgun he'd 'unofficially' seized from a scumbag during a raid a few weeks back. He knew it would come in handy, and it was certainly proving more useful to him than leaving it to sit collecting dust in the evidence locker. Of course any bullets fired from it couldn't be traced to a police issued firearm.

"You'll be alright, baby" he said aloud, as he thought about your bedroom and imagined you sleeping peacefully. "I'll take care of it".

#ee bodecker x reader #sheriff lee bodecker #lee bodecker #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker x female reader #Awakened fic

[satans-left-asscheeky]

Fallout 4 companions reactions to Sole leveling up to the point they don't even need a weapon or armor anymore since they can just kill any enemy with one punch and can't take damage from their attacks (Like Saitama)

Maccready

"Yeah, yeah, nice one boss, but can you do a 360 no scope?"

I mean, sure, it's impressive and all, but Mac's never really cared about melee or unarmed. Because it's not his element, he's not able to fully appreciate how awesome it actually is. With that being said, he'd be extra careful not to piss them off because just one punch and he's done for.

Hancock

"Just when I think I've seen it all...."

He was half expecting them to tell him they were joking about the whole fists of steel thing... I mean, stranger things have happened, but this is pretty high on his list of weird shit. He'd offer them some buffout, mostly because he wanted to see how much chaos they could cause without even touching a gun

Cait

"Where the hell did ya learn that!?"

She's extremely jealous of sole. She'd spent her whole life learning to fight, and she couldn't even do that, but the prewar vaultie stumbled out into the world and somehow had magic fists? Just her luck.

Danse

"Outstanding hit soldier. Put you in a suit of power armor, and you'd be damn near invincible"

At first, he assumed it was a one-time thing, but once he realized they could consistently do that, things changed a bit. With their consent, he'd bring them to Cade to see if medically there was any explanation for their inhuman strength. Moreover, he'd end up really admiring them and their abilities, though he did find it annoying how they refused to wear armor.

Curie

"You must be very strong to be able to do that!"

She'd ask a million questions about Sole's strength. It definitely intrigued her how they were even able to get so strong in the first place. Did everyone have the ability to get this strong? Was sole the outlier? It was just so fascinating!

Deacon

"Did someone order a knuckle sandwich? No, but seriously, not even a helmet? You do know snipers are still a thing, right?"

I mean, yeah, the super fist thing is impressive and all, but surely they're not actually invincible... but then again, that's probably just the good old paranoia talking again... probably

Piper

"Jesus Blue, remind me not to piss you off"

She'd kinda be a bit freaked out. I mean, she'd heard of a chems that could increase strength, but this goes beyond buffout... This newfound strength has her wondering, where was this macho vaultie when she ran into trouble getting intel?

Nick

"Hey, I'm all for the good cop, bad cop dichotomy, but be sure to only cut lose on the bad guys, okay?"

Well, color him impressed. He's seen a lot in his artificially long life, but this took the cake. If used right, this gift of theirs could really help keep people safe.... but if used wrong... Nick was cautiously optimistic, noting sole had never done anything to make him doubt them before so why should he start now?

Preston

"Woah... Glad you're on our side general. I'm not sure what we'd do if you weren't......."

Hes willing to bet they didn't even need that power armor and mini gun the day they met... They easily are the strongest minuteman in all of history, guess he made the right call making them general.

X6-88

"Well done, Sir/Ma'am. Though I'd suggest you make sure not to let the power go to your head and at least wear some armor"

He doesn't care how strong they are. A stray bullet can still prove fatal, and it was just foolish to think you were above wounds because of your strength

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout shitpost #maccready #deacon #john hancock #paladin danse #fallout 4 companions #fo4 companions #hancock #cait fallout 4 #cait fo4 #fo4 curie #fallout 4 curie #piper fo4 #piper wright #fo4 preston #preston garvy #fo4 nick valentine #nick valentine #fo4 x6 88 #x6 88 #maccready fallout 4 #fo4 deacon #fo4 danse #fo4 john hancock

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🪶 Being Karasuno's Manager 🪶

Manager with a

Progressive Degenerative Eye Disease

Karasuno x GN Manager

Warnings: Swearing

AN: This is pt 2 to this anon request!

🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

"You have the most stunning eyes YN!"

You've heard it a million times

And honestly, it's true 💅🏼

You have such pretty eyes 😍 I'm seriously so jealous YN 😫

Unfortunately for you, your eyes might be stunning but they worked worth a crap 😭

Serious YN, I feel you

I cannot see without my glasses at 👏🏻 all 👏🏻

Your vision had been bad since a young age

You started wearing glasses to help with reading at first but then they became necessary for daily life

Walking ✔️

school ✔️

Managing karasuno volleyball team ✔️ ✔️

Seriously, YN you need to see to manage Karasuno

Because those stray balls are NO JOKE

Hinata's receives alone are enough to warrant glasses YN ✋️

You have you have your eyes and ears open at all times

It's a good think wearing glasses makes you one of the cool kids

I mean Kiyoko and Tsukki wear them!

Hinata is so jealous!

"YN CAN I TRY YOUR GLASSES ON FOR A SECOND PLEASE PLEASE PLEASSSSEEEEEEE"- our favorite tangerine Boi

"For one second then I need them back"- you, being ever so sweet

"Hey everyone! Look I'm YN- WHOA YN you're basically blind"- Hinata

You 👉🏻 😐 thank you for that observation

Still, you sport glasses like Tsukki because you enjoy being involved in practice with your boys

And you also enjoy your glasses not breaking if you 🎆happen🎆 to get hit in the face

And let's face it (pun intended 🤣) Karasuno is the squad who would probably hit you in the face

On accident of course!

Your vision doesn't really hinder your ability to be a manager

But what would happen if your glasses 🎆accidently🎆 broke at the interhigh tournament? 👀

Well I'm so glad you asked 🤗

Because lucky for you, I got you 😉

You were busy, organizing the bench like you do normally

You weren't sitting on the bench just yet

Kiyoko has seniority and we respect that 👏🏻

But you helped get things organized

So when Karasuno and Seijoh

Yes Seijoh 🙄 were warming up

The stray balls were flying

Remember in season 2 when Kiyoko deflected a stray ball to save Yachi?

This scene 👇🏻🥰

Well unfortunately for you, Kiyoko wasn't there to save you 🙃

So when a stray ball, wielded by your own team, sticks you in the back of the head

All hell breaks lose

First off all, it was definitely Hinata 🤣

Pls the man is working so hard on his receives 😭

You go flying forward and your glasses fall, shattering

Pain 🥲

Everyone is shocked

Hinata 👉🏻😶😳😨😱

Daichi 👉🏻😳😬

Suga 👉🏻😐😑😮‍💨

Seriously, you dropped those things a million times, yet today was the day 🙄

Of course it was 😒

"YN- GOD IM SO SORRY"- Hinata, now screaming

"Way to go dumbass you broke YN"- Kageyama, not fighting Hinata who us crying

Tanaka and Noya panic that you'll be blind forever

"Someone call the cops"- Asahi

"Seriously Asahi"- Tsukki 😐

Seriously guys 🤦‍♂️

Daichi helps you up and helps you pick up your now broken glasses

"YN do you have any extra glasses?"- Daichi

"Not with me unfortunately"- You

"Well you weren't very prepared YN"- Suga

Like we don't know that Suga

Glare at him YN- or glare in his general direction 😑

"Boy you guys have three managers and you can't even take care of them"- Oikawa, because of course

"YN is just fine. It was an accident"- Daichi

"YN maybe you should come be a manager for us, we wouldn't let such things happen to you"- Oikawa, smug af 😏

Daichi is FUMING

He totally walks over to Kags and says "now I know why you hate him" 😒

However, you have it handled 💅🏼

"Thanks for the invite Oikawa but I happen to love my team"- YN

Tanaka and Noya 👇🏻

"YN do you need me to run to your house and get your glasses?"- Kiyoko, our savior

"Oh you don't have too"- You, willing to go blind the entire game

We don't want to inconvenience anyone 😟

"YN it's fine! Yachi can take over for me while I run to your house"- Kiyoko

Pls Kiyoko is the G.O.A.T. ✋️

"Ok 🥺"- you

Kiyoko gives you one of her killer smiles and off she goes 🏃‍♀️

Pls you can't tell me that nationals was the first time she used her running skills

Not with Karasuno as her team

Meanwhile, you are guided up the stands by Yachi

Yachi leaves you in the care of Saeko, Tanaka's sister

"Never fear YN! I will protect you!"- Saeko

Please the only thing you need protection from is Oikawa 😅

When Kiyoko returns, she brings your glasses up to you

🤓 ahh sweet victory!

"Hey YN"- an annoying voice shouts from the floor below "Now you can watch my awesome sets!"

A quote from, guess who?? Yep 🙃

"On second thought maybe I should take my glasses off. My eyes need a break"- you😌

Oikawa 👉🏻 "YN-CHAN" 😭😭😭

"Shut up shittykawa and leave YN alone before I break your face!"- Iwaizumi

Pls ✋️

Thank god for Kiyoko so you could see the amazing match that was Karasuno vs Seijoh 2.0 😊

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu! #haikyu #haikyū!! #haikyu x reader #haikyu x gender neutral reader #haikyu x you #haikyu x y/n #karasuno chaos #karasuno x you #karasuno x reader #haikyuu karasuno #karasuno manager #karasuno #karasuno x yn #karasuno x manager #karasuno x y/n #karasuno x gender neutral reader #daichi sawamura #asahi azumane #sugawara koushi #hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio #tanaka ryunosuke #tsukishima kei #oikawa torū #nishinoya yū

[msookyspooky]

Terrible Trilogy

Part 18

wordcount: 7,004

Your back was shoved against the wall with big hands wrapped around the upper arms of your jacket. Blue eyes narrowed down at you as Stu pinned you against the wall.

"Where the HELL were you?!" Stu demanded. "We thought you went back into the house or skipped town or the copycat got you or some shit! Would it kill you to fucking call?!" Stu lifted one hand while still pinning you with the other, making a phone sign and giving an awful imitation of your voice. "Oh, hey guys! I'm totally in one piece but I'm gonna be late. Just take my car back to the motel. Thanks, you're the best Stu!" He dropped the hand sign and stared you down. "...Huh?!" 

Billy came up beside you, leaning his arm on the wall. "And who the hell was with you just now?" 

You huffed after the shock wore off, returning the glare at both of them. "I'm fine, by the way. Just a few stitches in my hand." You jeered before shoving Stu away. He let go of you as you moved past him and dropped your purse onto the bed.

Stu huffed. "Well, that's great! I'm glad! I was gonna ask that! Okay, I was! Right Billy?...Come on, man. Tell her how worried I was." He wildly gestured to Billy while he ignored Stu and just walked towards you with his arms folded.

"Let me put this into perspective for you here…I come back to find both of you gone after our little disagreement. Called Stu just to find out you went to a party with people that work on Stab. I got a taxi to drop me off a block away because I knew it was a stupid idea and the killer would be there. Then when I got there, my suspicions were right! Shocker!… You're bleeding and hysterical; running off right before the house just blows up. We searched for you and had to get the car back to the motel when we heard sirens…You've been gone all night without a single call and now you just got dropped off by a man we've never seen before. So, I'm asking again…Who was the guy that dropped you off, YN?" Billy demanded.

You sucked in a breath and looked up at the ceiling. Rolling your lips before practically coughing out the answer under your breath. "...Detective Kincaid." 

Stu huffed with a wry smirk. " Is he an actor or something playing a cop on Set? Damn, go to one party and already you're letting these Hollywood douchebags sucker you in. " 

You raised a brow at him. "Noooo…I mean, he's an actual Detective and he's in charge of this case." 

Billy's entire face dropped as he stared at you in disbelief.  "...A fucking cop?...AN ACTUAL COP?" 

" The Detective looks like THAT?! You gotta be fucking kidding me, man." Billy side eyed Stu as Stu walked towards you. "…You were with the cops this whole time?! What the hell did you tell him?!" 

 "I told him Billy and Stu are alive and I'm helping them! Obviously!" Your face dropped and your hands fell with a loud smack at your sides. ".…What the hell do you think I told them?! I told Kincaid the bare minimum and left out anything that links me back to you two. In fact, you both still don't exist…Well…Except, Dennis." 

Stu gave a nervous chuckle. "Whaddya mean? Why uh…Why are you saying it like that?" 

You shrank back a bit. "Um…Since you weren't at the party and you're next to be killed off in one of the scripts-" 

"WHAT?...WHAT?!" You cringed at how high his voice rose. 

"Look, there's three scripts and in one of them; Stu Macher is next to die in the flashback. Some nightmare gone wrong in Sidney's memory sort of thing…We think the killer is following one of the scripts."

Stu's face paled. "Oh shit…What the fuck?! I'm getting Freddy Kruegered over here in some dream memory crap?! They're doing me like that?!" He jabbed a finger to his own chest, eyebrows raised and eyes wide. 

"In the script!" You corrected him.

"Well, no shit! So not only is my character going to only have like 20 seconds of screen time but they're gonna kill me?!...And this asshole is after me in real life! Nice. Fucking perfect." 

 "But um…We don't know which script. So either you or Angelina or even Jennifer or Gale since they didn't die like we thought or Dewey unless Tom counts-" 

"Shhiitt! Shit, man!" Stu exclaimed as he ignored you. 

Billy glared at you both. "ONCE AGAIN, I was right that it was a major fucking mistake coming here with you two fuck ups!" 

"Guys, listen-" 

He interrupted you while ranting. "I was gone for a few hours, a few fucking hours, and look what happened! You morons sneak on set, go to a party that was obviously a trap-" 

"Billy, would you listen-" 

"-YN gets attacked, the house blows up and now there's cops involved!" He turned back to you, up in your space demanding an answer.  "Why did he drive you here? Why would you have a cop know where you're staying?!" Billy argued.

You snapped at them both. "I DON'T KNOW, OKAY?!" You rubbed your tired eyes as you enunciated every word in irritation. "Would you both calm down and listen?... Me and Stu went for clues-" You gestured to Stu but he barely looked at you. You huffed and continued. "-We knew there was a chance the killer would be there so Stu stayed hidden down the road but we had no idea the freaking house would explode! When I ran away from you two; I fell down the hill looking for Dewey and Randy and the cops arrived…" 

"Yeah, well if you wouldn't have ran away from us you wouldn't have rolled down the hill where cops could find you!" 

"BILLY…You both came out of nowhere and a voice that was identical to yours called me saying he was you. You would do the same thing in my shoes!... I was at the party and went missing during the kills. I would have gotten questioned MORE if I didn't go to the precinct!"

Stu looked at the ceiling, shaking his leg with a disbelieving grin. "This can't be happening, man…The cops are gonna question me hard now. I was prepared for a few questions but now?! What am I supposed to say? This is unreal!" 

Billy yelled over his shoulder as you gave them both an annoyed stare. "It's real. Believe it, dipshit! You wanted to be famous? You got it!" 

"Guys, just chill out!…We have bigger things to worry about than the law right now…A lot bigger." 

"What could be bigger than the law?" Billy demanded.

"Uh, the fact we have a killer on the loose! One that knows us…Really, really knows us. In fact, they know our every move. I think that's more concerning right now." 

Billy glared back at you. The anger you felt at what he had to say from earlier was still there and you could tell he felt the same.

"...You still think we're the killers?" Billy mumbled. "Are you that stupid?" 

"Well, you being hostile and defensive CONSTANTLY isn't exactly screaming 'innocent' to me. Coming out of the woods after being gone an entire day and you don't think I'm not going to be suspicious? Why would you even give a shit enough to come save me?" 

"I DON'T give a shit. It's called damage control; something we are beyond fixing now…So, did you tell the cop I called?" 

"No! Of course not!" 

Billy raised chin, eyes narrowed as he looked at you from the length of his nose. "Really? So that little eye fucking you were both doing just now in the parking lot is nothing, huh?" 

Stu joined in. "Yeah, no kidding. You acted pretty damn comfortable for someone that could go to prison too. I swear, he looked at you like you both had a VERY long chat…Maybe vertical, maybe horizontal. " Stu leered at you. 

"WHAT?!" You squawked in disbelief. "Oh my God, you both are so…I don't even have a word other than obvious; INSANE! You have some major malfunctions if you think ANYTHING happened between me and Mark within the few hours I've known him!" 

"Who?" Stu raised his pierced brow with a scoff.

You rolled your eyes practically into the back of your head. "Detective Mark Kincaid." 

Billy shoved away from you and raced to your purse on the bed. You saw him dump it out and run his hands over everything.

"What the hell are you doing?! You can't just go through my shit without asking!" 

"Shut up! Since you're getting chummy with cops and letting them take you back to our motel; I'm looking for a bug. Consider it even for going through my bag" 

You snatched whatever you could away from him. "There was never a time this purse wasn't with me other than leaving it in the car before the explosion. And I told you, Stu went through it! Not me!" 

"Yeah well, call me paranoid. Maybe it wasn't the pigs' idea." He spat with a sarcastic smirk.

You rolled your eyes. "You actually think I'm trying to frame you?! Are you serious??" 

"Yep, just making sure you don't try to get cops involved…Again. You have a pattern of that, remember?" He growled out. A hostile glare your way as you bit your inner cheek and returned the glare. 

"One time is not a pattern, Loomis. Windsor doesn't count, that was out of my hands. The detectives were assigned to me…Whaddya gonna do? Frisk me next?!" 

"Maybe." He mumbled as Stu eyed you up and down. 

You defensively put your arms over your chest. "Come near me and I will run out of this motel screaming my head off." 

"It's LA. I doubt anyone would pay attention." Billy reasoned, still focused on skimming over the contents of your purse. 

"Then you'll get a bullet between your eyes. How about that?" 

Stu sighed to himself. "Lord, you'd think that gun was superglued to your hand." 

"Being with you two? It might be…" You snatched a crumpled up piece of paper.

 You realized it was the copy letter you had shoved back in your purse from the restaurant. Too scared to just throw it away anywhere and too wrapped up in that night's fiasco to figure out where to properly put it…You stared at it long and hard before it hit you.

"...Oh my God..." You mumbled under your breath. 

Stu put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling in his own thoughts.  Billy grumbled to himself as he searched. All while you were piecing everything together. 

"...They're bullshitting us."  You looked up at them and said it louder. Smacking the paper against your thigh as it all was making sense. "....It's bullshit…The threats, the photos, the letters…It's all bullshit!" 

Billy stopped looking for a moment and Stu looked over at you. "Huh?" Stu muttered as you raced over to him pointing at the letter. 

"Why did they make a duplicate of my original letter?" 

Stu shrugged. "Because they're unoriginal? We know that already, Sweetcheeks! Where the hell have you been?" 

You smacked the paper to your thigh in irritation. "Nnooooo! Think about it; they could have sent me a new letter and they didn't. Randy and Dewey were right there-" 

"Yeah, cause Ray's doing it." 

"STU. I am begging you right now. PLEASE, put your territorial crap aside. Even if it is Randy…Why not send a new, more incriminating letter to let Dewey know? Or even a picture? You can't tell me the killer didn't have pictures then! In fact, we know they did because that picture was of us when we first arrived. So they had evidence when I went to the restaurant; so why not use it?" 

Billy and Stu exchanged glances as you paused a moment before continuing. "...You know what I think? I think this new killer wanted me to think one of you put it in my purse…" Your face lit up as you connected the dots. "That's why it's identical to the original! Word for word!" 

Billy stood up slowly and stopped looking as you spoke. 

Stu blinked down at you, pointing at you as realization dawned on him as well. "...Why haven't they sent any photos to anybody but us?" 

You jumped in place with your voice rising in excitement. "Exactly! And the killer attacked Gale after I rolled down the hill…" 

Billy looked at you. "There's no way me or Stu could have gotten down there in time." 

You swallowed a moment, thinking before nodding. "...I hate to admit it but you have a point. It's almost impossible that either of you could have got dressed in the costume and gone down that hill from the woods in the time frame the house exploded and we rolled down it." 

"Partners. Just saying." Stu mumbled.

Billy glared at him and you for once agreed with Stu. "It is possible. Because things aren't adding up. Whoever this is, is either one of us with a partner or it's someone close. Someone from Woodsboro. Someone that knows everything from that night." 

Billy scrunched his face, not looking at you as he was deep in thought. "...They wanted you to think it was me or Stu or both of us." He looked over at both of you with knowing eyes. "That's why he called in my voice. It wasn't just to lure YN out there, it was so she'd think I was behind it." 

Stu pointed with an astonished look. "Yooo, that's why he probably ran off and stopped attacking you! He heard me coming and went towards my direction in the treeline to make it look like it was me!" 

You still were hesitant about whether or not they were completely innocent. You still agreed. "...I think that's a big possibility…He wants us to turn on each other…" You gestured to the letter in your hands. "He wants us sleep deprived and scared and thinking the worst! He, she, they; whoever the hell is doing this is setting us up against one another! They aren't even going to the cops!

Billy shook his head. "We can't risk that." 

"Why not?" You argued, hyped at the idea you might finally be piecing it all together.

He scoffed at you. "Because me and Stu have a lot to lose if we're wrong." 

"Billy, think about it! If they were really going to turn us into the cops; they would have done it by now! They want to divide and conquer-" 

"And gut the sorry ass left standing after we kill each other." Stu finished for you as you pointed with a nod. "She's got a point, man." 

Billy gave you both a glare. "We still can't risk that! It's a theory!" 

"Well are you going to just bend over and let this guy fuck you or are you going to do something about it?" Stu jeered. "Because I for one am getting really sick and tired of these mind games… Aren't you?" 

"Of course I am but I'm also using my head here." 

Billy glared at Stu as you interjected.

 "Look…We have no idea who this is but we know that not only are they trying to pin us against each other but that Stu is a target." 

Stu's face dropped. "Hey, hey, hey! We don't know that for sure!" 

Billy gave him a condescending grin. "Sure we do. You're the pierced up freak. They never live in horror movies." 

Stu looked genuinely worried. " What about you? You're a damn weirdo!"  

"Loners don't die until half way through after everyone suspects it's them. Sluts, Punks and Dumbass Popular kids are the first to die. It's the rules…You're all of the above now, kid." 

You held up a hand while shooting a frown at Billy who just gave you a wry smirk in return. "We don't know for sure! But there's three scripts. Gale was supposed to be killed last night and she wasn't. Neither was Jennifer that plays her. BUT now the target is either still them or it's Angelina, Dewey now that Tom's bit the dust or…" 

"Stu." You both said in unison, glancing over at Stu as he swallowed hard. 

You looked at them both. "We know the police are going to look for Dennis Rafkin for questioning. And the killer is looking for Stu Macher." 

Billy raised his brows. "So…Let's give them what they want. Stu will go about like he's Dennis and we'll keep watch for the killer after Stu." 

"I don't have an alibi, Billy! What the hell am I telling the cops?!" 

"Just play it cool like we practiced at Woodsboro,  alright? Now that someone blew our cover-" He glared at you and you gave him an annoyed look before he looked back at Stu. "It's gonna be risky telling them the motel number…Did you order anything here?" 

"Nope. " 

"Shit…So basically the cops are supposed to just take your word for it you stayed here this entire time. AND we gotta hope and pray the agent you claim was killed didn't have paperwork or proof of you at that motel…Fuck." Billy hissed out.

They looked at you and you sighed heavily. "...Fine. The room is listed under Dennis Rafkin because Stu here wanted to be a 'gentleman' and get the room for us with just two beds." You mumbled. "So if worst comes to worse; say it." 

"Say what?"

"...That this is your room." 

Stu huffed as a slow smirk tugged at his lips. "And what will you tell your Harry Callahan when he finds out you went into my room, Sweetcheeks?" 

You gnawed at your inner cheek with a glare Stu's way. You looked away with a disgusted grimace. "...Tell them whatever you need to without showboating, Stu." 

Stu grinned ear to ear. "Showboating? Me? Nah, you don't gotta worry about that, babe." 

Billy shot him a glare as well. "Don't do it. Not unless you're cornered and don't have a choice because I'm not going to prison just so you can have a dick measuring contest with that Detective…Got it?" 

Stu lost his grin and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever." He threw up his arms. "So you both want me to be bait??" 

"Yep." You both nodded as Stu's mouth dropped.

"Wait, seriously??? Can't Dennis just skip town-" 

"And risk this killer keeping his word and notifying cops? Not a chance in Hell." Billy growled out. "You just have to be Dennis, play it cool, act like you're clueless and only admit the room you're staying in if asked. Say you weren't feeling up to a party or whatever. Make something up that's credible. " 

You pointed to yourself.  "Meanwhile, I'll be with Dewey and Randy looking for clues on the surface." 

"And I GUESS I have to be the one lurking in the shadows; watching." Billy finished for you.

"But I'm still bait? For real??" 

You smirked at him. "You want a Scooby snack if you do it? Two scooby snacks?" 

Stu gave you an unamused stare as you saw Billy smirking in your peripheral. 

 "That's hilarious. Really." Stu deadpanned. 

You shrugged and walked over to the bed. "Look, we don't have a choice now. And don't get to blame me for the party or Detective Kincaid when you were the one that just had to join Stab." 

Stu rolled his eyes as you shoved things back in your purse. "Now, I'm going to clean up the mess Loomis made, get some rest and we'll go from there…First let me put this letter with the other one in my suitcase before it falls out again." 

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You were startled by a knock on the door. Billy and Stu instantly jumped up, knives ready and hunkered down. You blinked at them before getting up from bed and creeping to the door. You looked through the peephole to see a familiar face.

"Who is it?" Stu whispered from across the room.

"It's Dewey." 

Billy threw up his hand. "Does everybody suddenly know where we're staying? Why don't we just put our names on the fucking door?! Save everyone the trouble." 

You shrugged with a bewildered look of your own before urging them to hide. You waited as Stu ducked behind the bed and Billy went under it. You had some deja vu before opening the door.

'At least a knife isn't in my back this time.' You thought as you opened the door. 

"O-Oh, YN. I was worried Randy was wrong about the motel number he saw you come out of." Dewey mumbled with an awkward smile. 

You smiled and purposely stepped out a bit to close the door behind you as much as you could without clicking the lock. 

"No, no. I'm just surprised to see you!…I kind of passed out and took the longest nap of my life…What time is it?" 

Dewey checked his watch. "A quarter till 4. I would call but we weren't completely sure about the motels pjone number and well…You not having a phone now. Want me to get you a burner phone for now?" 

You blinked and nodded. "Uh yeah, that'd be great." 

You still were reeling at the fact you all slept for roughly 6 hours straight. Considering your lack of sleep, it wasn't too shocking. You looked to see Dewey's Ford Explorer in the parking lot with what looked like Gale in the front seat and who you presumed was Randy in the back.

"Did you…Did you sleep in your clothes from last night?" He asked with a hint of concern.

You looked down at the white camisole with dirt stains on it now and your scoffed up red pleather pants that you thought were extremely uncomfortable but the more you wore them and the more tired you got; you noticed them less and less.

"Uh yeah…I was exhausted. Okay, so um…Are you just checking up on me or?" You gave a nervous smile, terrified he'd want to come inside. 

"Actually, Kincaid wanted to check the Set we think the pictures of Maureen Prescott were taken from and we wanted to know if you wanted to tag along." 

You thought a moment before nodding. "Yeah but um…Can I just drive and meet you there?" 

Dewey nodded. "Uh yeah. Sure. I think that'll be okay." 

You gave him a relieved smile. "Thanks I just feel better with my own car. Security thing." 

"Should we wait on you?" 

"Uh no! No, I gotta get awake and ready…How about we meet at the entrance gate to the set? I should be out of here in like 15 minutes. " 

Dewey nodded and you quickly said goodbye before getting back inside. You flinched, coming face to face with both Billy and Stu. 

"So…Go time?" Stu asked.

Billy nodded and put his knife away. "Seems like it. I say we ride in the back of the trunk, duck down near the gate and slide out once YN parks." 

 "Okay. What about Stu?" 

Stu gave you a look. "DENNIS is going to lay low, look busy, avoid cops if he can and try to confiscate his files." 

Billy raised a brow. "You actually think you can pull that off?" 

"Watch me. I'm not even going to get screen time now so if I can swipe my file and make it look like I was never here; I will. I got a card, remember?" 

Billy rolled his eyes as you rummaged through your luggage for an outfit. You heard Billy lecturing Stu. "You fucking dingus, there's cameras! There's audition tapes. Photos. That file is just a tiny microscopic piece of information about you." 

Stu gave him a glare. "Yeah, yeah you're right! With Dennis Rafkin on it! If I can get that file then the audition tapes are just some guy. They won't have a name." 

You took your clothes and went to shower in the bathroom, still able to somewhat make out what they were saying. 

"Stu…The cops know your name!" 

"NOOOO, they just know Dennis…Right YN?!" 

You shouted back as you washed your face under the water. "I GUESS! I JUST HEARD THEM CALL YOU 'THAT DENNIS GUY THAT PLAYS STU MACHER'!"

" See? If I can snag that file; who's to say they'll have anything on me! Then when this is over, I can skip town if I want. And if I want to join again-" 

Billy scoffed. "Don't even. You would be a complete idiot to try and join in the limelight again after this." 

You dried off and started getting dressed. 

You heard them bickering back and forth before stepping out. This time in something you could run in. A simple jean, t shirt combo with your leather jacket from the night before. You saw them both stop to eye you as you tried getting ready. Forcing your boots on and finally putting your gun in its strap around your calf. The finishing touch was Sidney's 'good luck'  locket…You didn't know how lucky it was but you were alive this long while wearing it. 

"Alright. Let's go." You shook your keys as you crept out the door first, looking across the street and in the parking lot to make sure you weren't being watched. 

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'Okay…Now or never.' You thought at all the bustling people as you slowly drove through the studio buildings alleyways. Your anxiety with crowds still existed, especially the loud noises and people bumping into you. It was so drastically different then your serene cabin in the woods with just you and Cherri. 'The sooner I get home to her and put all of this behind me, the better.'

You pulled in behind Dewey and Kincaid's car. Parking a few meters away to get some space. You rubbed your temple with a shaky sigh and hoped you parked close enough to the building that those two crawling up to the backseat and stepping out wouldn't be noticed. Considering a bunch of aliens walked by…You had a good feeling no one would notice two guys lurking around.

You left your doors unlocked as you stepped out. You watched Kincaid's partner get out of the car telling Mark something…You could have sworn it was something about flowers and candy?…You shook it off as you saw Dewey standing outside his car talking to Randy and Gale. 

You forced yourself to go to them. You had to get away from your car so no prying eyes would be on you or the Honda. You forced a smile that wavered when Randy avoided looking at you. 

Dewey pointed as he talked to Gale and Randy. "That stairwell over there is where the picture was taken." 

You came up to them looking yourself at an ordinary stairwell…Nothing special. But how and why would Maureen Prescott take photos here? You would have thought Sidney would have mentioned it if her Mom was in showbusiness. More importantly, why would the killer care about something from 25 years ago?

"Why does all this seem like such a secret?...It doesn't really make sense." You mumbled. You glanced over at Randy who looked away.

Dewey noticed and nudged him. 

Randy sighed heavily and motioned to the trailer. "It's part of the rules- All right, if we're gonna talk. Probably should do it someplace private." 

"Good idea." Gale stepped up to the empty trailer beside you guys and opened the door. Randy went in first, then you, then Dewey who seemed to scan the area one last time before shutting the door behind him. 

You all got comfortable in your seats. Randy checked his phone and rolled his eyes. "Jesus...No way." 

Dewey leaned forward in his seat. "What? The killer?" 

"No! Martha. She's called me like 50 times already." 

Gale blinked. "Who the hell is Martha?" 

" My little sister." He groaned. "I knew it was a mistake telling Mom what happened last night. I freaking knew she'd blab to everyone." 

You rolled your lips before speaking up. "You should call her soon, Ray. She's probably worried sick." 

He side eyed you but just released a puff of air past his lips and rested his elbows on his knees. "Okay…I think it's safe to say we have a Trilogy on our hands, people." 

Gale raised her arched brows at him. "...Really?... That's what we needed the film nerds expertise for? To tell us we have a killer on the loose?" 

You shot her a frown before looking back at Randy. Randy pointed at Gale. "Hey, you need my expertise." He looked at all of you. "At least we're all probably breaking the rules now. So it's all equal ground. It's actually a miracle I made it out in one piece the last time I broke a rule…" 

You all looked confused before Dewey asked. "What rules have you broken, Randy?" 

He looked to the floor and cleared his throat. "...Losing my virginity to Karen Kolchak. Probably not a good idea in hindsight…The other times don't even matter now. I mean, you did it once, you did it a dozen…Or…Two times. At least, with the cinematic horror rules." He rushed out under his breath.

Dewey had the same reaction you did years ago. "Karen Kolchak??" 

"Yes, Karen Kolchak." Randy grumbled while not looking at anyone.

Dewey looked at you with a scrunched face as you bit your lip to try to hide a grin. "Creepy Karen??" Dewey whispered. 

"Shut up!" Randy snapped at Dewey while Gale tried stifling a giggle in a chair across from you both. "She's a sweet person, okay? We were working late. We were putting some videos away in the porno section…And, you know…Shit happens!" 

Your lips rolled to hide the grin as you put your head down. Randy rolled his eyes at you. "Anyways, there's a reason I survived. It's to narrate these events. To be the one to warn everybody of the rules to survive this. To help some poor souls from getting mutilated." 

He looked at all of you intently, his hands moving in wild gestures as he spoke. "There are a few rules we all have to remember to survive this. If this is another sequel then the same rules apply." He held up a finger. "But, here's the critical thing; If you find yourself dealing with an unexpected back story and a preponderance of exposition, then the sequel rules do not apply. Because you're not dealing with a sequel, you are dealing with the concluding chapter of a trilogy." 

Gale shrugged. "What's the difference?" 

He dropped his hands in his lap and gave her a deathly serious stare. "...Huge. HUGE." 

You all shared a glance as he continued his rant, getting up to pace. You saw him rub at his upper thigh for a moment and you wondered if it was him needing to pace while he ranted or a way to stretch his scarred muscles as an excuse. 

"That's right, it's a rarity in the horror field but it does exist and is a force to be reckoned with. Because true trilogies are all about going back to the beginning and discovering something that wasn't true from the get go." His was animated as he spoke all while you watched him. Your mind racing at that inclination.

Dewey added in. "Like Maureen? Like something to do with her murder?" 

He grinned at Dewey. "Ahh you're catching on." He turned to you and him on the couch. Walking closer as his hands moved with every word. "Godfather, Jedi, they all revealed something that we thought was true but really wasn't!" 

Gale tilted her head. "Okay, so this has something to do with Maureen Prescott's murder. We get that." 

"Do you, Gale? Because how do we know it's just Maureen Prescott? How do we know?" 

Gale shrugged as you sat still and listened quietly. Randy sucked in a breath and held up a finger. "Here are the rules we have to establish if we're gonna live through this. One; we got a killer who is practically superhuman. Stabbing won't work, shooting him won't work. Basically, in the third one, you've gotta cryogenically freeze his head, decapitate him or blow him up." 

Dewey gave you a worried look as you glanced over at him too. 

Randy held up two fingers. "Number two, anyone including the main characters can die…" He faltered when you both locked eyes. You felt your brows raise as he hesitated but shook his head and gave you a sad look. "I'm sorry, YN. Even you. This thing could be fucking Resvior Dogs by time it's over. Even the Final Girl can be offed… Nancy Thompson, remember?" 

Gale whispered to Dewey. "Nancy Thompson?" 

Randy answered for him. "Nightmare on Elmstreet: Dream Warriors. A trilogy. Nancy Thompson was the original final girl from the first. She was up there with Laurie Strode and Sally Hardesty…She died. Fans were shocked, livid, scared! Because if she could die as the final girl; anyone can…That's not counting the deaths of other main characters that were later scrapped by sequels." 

Dewey sighed. "But we're in real life. We don't get redos." 

Randy tipped his head to him with a nod. 

You frowned, hugging your arms a bit and sat back in your seat. 

He raised three fingers. "Number three: The past will come back to bite you in the ass. Whatever you think you know about the past? Forget it! The past is not at rest!" He looked at you as you both locked eyes. "Any sins you think were committed in the past are about to break out and destroy you." 

He looked over at Gale but you still felt a shiver run down your spine. A queasy feeling in your gut at what he said…Why did he look at you while saying that?

Randy paused for a moment before continuing. "...So in closing, let me say…Goodluck and Godspeed because we're gonna need it." He glared at you. "It's why we need to be smart about this. We can't just go after the killer willy nilly because he will destroy us and send our bloody hearts through the mail to our Mothers for added measure." 

Dewey tsked. "Randy…Those are movies. YN said she wouldn't do it again…Right?" 

You nodded as Randy just sighed deeply and looked at you. "Well I hope so. Because if this is a trilogy and the rules apply…At least one of us isn't going to make it because something or somebody from our past is going to make sure of that." 

You bit your inner cheek. You shot up, the words coming from him had you ill. "I-I…I need some air. Talk without me."  You shakily muttered as you got out of the trailer. 

You practically raced down the trailer stairs and collapsed against the trailer. Your back pressed against it and your eyes closed as you leaned your head back. 

Unsurprisingly, the trailer opened to reveal Randy. He eyed you before stepping down and walking towards you. Limping a bit from the hard night before. "Hey, I didn't mean to…To worry you. I mean, we all are at equal risk. You could live and I could die for all we know!" 

"Don't say that!" You spat. He stared at you before you ran a hand down your face. "Randy…This is bad. This is worse than all the other times." 

"I mean, is it ever happy fun times having a masked killer after you?" 

He leaned next to you as you shook your head. His words just made your fear of Billy or Stu playing you and being you and your friends undoing heightened by what he said. 

"But what if you're right? What if one of us actually dies?" You paused before smacking your hand against the trailer, blinking furiously. "I'm so fucking sick of this!…Why us?! Why aren't we allowed to have normal lives? When is this shit gonna end?!" 

Randy opened his mouth and then closed it before shrugging deeply. "I…I don't know. Life sucks." 

"This is more than that, this is; 'we're all cursed or some shit'…Maybe I'm cursed?" 

"Why? Cotton was killed before you came here." 

"Yeah but it got worse once I arrived…Ray…I don't know if I can do this again." 

Randy hesitated before reaching out and gripping your hand in his. You looked over at him, long scratch on his cheek from last night and a busted lip. "Hey, if a cowardly spineless wimp like myself can do this; you can too…I need you to be strong. Because if you're not strong, how the fuck can I be?" 

"You'll manage. You are a lot stronger than you think, Ray. I mean, you told off Mrs.Loomis and survived a stabbing that should have killed you. Pretty badass…And you got the guns to prove it." 

He scoffed with a smirk and subconsciously looked at his bicep under his oversized button down shirt. "Yeaaahhh, I'd still rather have actual guns or some type of mega ray that obliterates on sight. Hell, I'll take a regular gun too even if it won't kill the killer. Maybe I can take out an eye before the terminator comes for us?" He pretended there was an imaginary gun in his hands as he sagged his features and put on a fake accent. "Hasta la vista, baby. PEEW." 

You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped you as you hung your head. He smiled at you with a nudge of his shoulder against yours. "Look, I just don't want you going off by yourself and trying to take down a killer. Please for my sake don't try to die a hero because you aren't saving yourself or others by dying in the woods all alone…You know you probably took 5 years off my life last night, right? I was so fucking frantic I almost went back in the house while Dewey and Gale held me back. Dewey wanted to go too but I think 'Gale'-" He rolled his eyes at the mention of her name. " Keeps him grounded. Thank god I didn't because Tom did and…Well…I don't think there's much left of Tom. But I seriously thought that was you in there till you helped me up. Don't ever do that to me again, not after all the shit we've been through…You can'tkeep fighting these bastards alone. I don't know why you think you have to be alone in life; you don't. " He softly scolded with a frown. 

You both stared at each other a moment before he reached out and you eagerly leaned in. Hugging him close with your hands clasped around his shoulders. 

"I'm sorry. " You wanted so badly to just tell him. While Billy and Stu were gone and you were sure this killer was bluffing about the cops; you wanted so badly to just say it. That even if Billy and Stu aren't the killers; neither are you. That you were being held hostage practically until this killer was taken down and then dealing with the aftermath. But then you remembered what the killer said on the phone…They were from Woodsboro, they knew too much about that night and…It hurt you but you couldn't risk it. 

You still told him even if he was the killer because if he wasn't then you still needed to just remind him. "I'm sorry, Ray…Love you, jerk." You whispered against his shoulder. 

You felt him sigh against you. "Love you too even though you're a major pain in the ass sometimes." 

You smirked and released him. 

The trailer opened as Gale and Dewey stepped out and you and Randy stepped away from each other. Gale talked as she walked past everybody. "I've got an idea, I'll hook up with you guys later." 

Dewey asked. "You want us to come with you?" 

She smiled over her shoulder. "I work better alone. Why don't you try to figure out where those pictures were taken?" Before walking away. 

Randy gave you both a shake of his head and you glanced over at Dewey. "I can see nothing's changed." 

Dewey scoffed with a shake of his head and a smirk. "No." 

You all started walking towards the stairs when Randy smacked his head. "Oh shit! I gotta go get something-" 

You threw out your arms. "What?!" 

"I have something in my work locker I forgot. I swear I'll be-" He stopped himself and gave a tight smile. "Just stay here." 

"Should I go with you?" Dewey asked. 

"No, YN needs all the protection she can get. Just stay here." With that, he jogged off. 

"Ray! I have another Detective watching me, let Dewey go!" 

Randy just waved over his shoulder, probably not even hearing you.

You groaned and ran your good hand begind your head. Dewey shrugged, his hands in his pockets. "Should we take a look?" 

"Yeah um…I need to use the bathroom really quickly though. I just need a breather." 

He nodded. "I'll stand watch." 

You nodded back, eyes darting to Kincaid's partner who stood a distance away. You went to the bathroom, looking under stalls to make sure you were alone and behind the door and then went to the sink. Running the water to splash some on your face with your unbandaged hand. You gripped the sink for a moment, mind racing.

Stu keeping numbers of your friends, Billy just showing up out of nowhere, you and Stu ending up at the exact shop Billy worked at in the exact town…Then what they said about Randy and Dewey being involved or even Gale. How this killer wanted to act like Sidney, how they knew too much from that night.

You lifted your good hand to see it shake before grasping it gently to your chest with your stitched up hand. Breathing in and out to calm your anxiety setting in. 

....

You jumped when you heard something in one of the bathroom stalls. 

#its finally getting to the climax after 2 weeks of edging yall #scream #stu macher #billy loomis #my writing #scream fanfiction #yn fanfic #she her yn #my stories #fanfic #ghostface #terrible trilogy #scream 3

[prismatica-the-strange]

3 (“Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.” “You… What?”) and 6 (“…This is why I knew I shouldn’t have gotten close to you.”) both feel like such Cori/Blaine vibes they are always on the verge of either a total meltdown in the relationship or running off to elope

The Things That We Were

Warnings: 18+, Angst, Alcohol, Blaine being the king of self-sabotage

She just wants to drink away her pain

Word Count: 1.1k

Song: Coriander by Voyageur

Dividers by @saradika

"Alright lady, you're done," The Bartender says.

"Fuck you," Cori slurs, "I'm done when I say 'm done."

She reaches over the bar for a bottle and he shouts, "Hey! Either you call a ride, or I call the cops! You can sober up in a drunk tank."

She scoffs and pulls out her phone. She leans against the smooth wood as she waits for Ravi to pick up the phone.

'You've reached Ravi Chakrabarti, I can't answer the phone right now-'

She groans and hangs up, dialing Major's number.

'Hey, this is Major! You know what to-'

"Why is no one ever available when I need them?"

She stares at his number, the reason she's here in the first place, trying to drink away his memory.

She sighs and hits his contact.

"Hey, I got a call that my friend needed a ride?"

She lifts her head at the sound of his voice and sees the bartender point at her.

"What are you doing here?"

"You called me?" He says, hands in his pockets.

"I thought you didn't want to know me?"

Pain blossoms in his chest when she throws his words back in his face.

"We were friends once, I'm not gonna leave you stranded at a bar."

"But you're fine saying to my face that you're glad you can't remember me."

"Let's get you home," He hooks his arm around her and helps get to her feet.

She scowls when he touches her because she can't tell if she loathes or loves the feeling of being in his arms again.

He helps her into her car, hands gentle as he buckles her seatbelt.

The ride is quiet. She doesn't want to talk and he's afraid he'll spill his guts.

He clears his throat at the third red light.

"Do you want me to stop for food or something?" He asks, "I mean, are you hungry?"

She is. She wants-

"I could stop at Mcdonalds and get you some fries or something."

He grips the wheel tighter when he glances over to see her soft, drunken eyes.

"Yeah, that... That sounds good."

She's already starting to doze off when they pull into the drive-through.

"Here you go, two large fries."

"Thanks, baby," She murmurs, taking the bag from him.

"'Course sug-" He stops himself, adoring smile falling from his face. He swallows his regret and pats her leg, "No problem."

The only sound from them is the periodic crinkling of paper as they share their greasy snack.

"You need me to help you inside?" He asks, coming to a stop across the street from Major and Ravi's house.

"Did I do something to make you hate me?"

"What?"

"Because I'm what you made me," She says, "You made me what you needed and then you left me like I was nothing, again. And I... I don't know what I did wrong."

"I'm sure you didn't do anything-"

"Then why did you do this to me?" She cries, "I gave up everything to be with you! My family, my home, my humanity! And you still chose her!"

It's not like that. It was never like that... was it?

"Being me was never enough for you, neither was being what you wanted! So why- why do you jump through all these hoops to keep me around? Can't you see how it's killing me?"

“Because I fell in love with you, okay? I'm sorry, but it happened and I can’t do shit about it.”

“You… What?”

"Baby," He turns as best he can to hold her face, "All those times I left? It wasn't because you weren't enough."

He sighs, hating himself for making her feel like this for so long.

"You make me happier than I've ever been my whole life and that feeling? It terrifies me," He admits, "It gives me so much to lose, so much to fuck up that... That I fucked it up on purpose. If I left, then you couldn't leave me."

"I wouldn't have-"

"I know," He chuckles, "And that's why you deserve so much better than the man who only breaks your heart."

She surges over the center console, taking his face in her hands and kissing him desperately. He lets her, savoring the likely last time, she loses herself against him.

"Coriander," He breathes, pulling away to press his forehead to hers, "You make leaving you impossible."

"Then come back to me," She whispers, "Let me love you like we both want to."

"I'll just hurt you again."

"I don't care."

Her breath shudders, head falling to his shoulder, "I'm so tired."

"I know, sweetheart," He holds her close while he still can, "I know."

She falls asleep like that, face nuzzled against his neck, leaning awkwardly over the console, a strange feeling of comfort in her heart, and too drunk to realize he all but admitted to faking his memory loss.

He's stuck between hoping she's too drunk to remember this and praying she remembers how much he cares about her.

He lays her back in her seat and watches her for a moment. She looks so beautiful and tragic. Peacefully asleep with cheeks wet from tears.

He squeezes his eyes shut, chuckling in disbelief. He reaches into his inner coat pocket and pulls out a syringe.

He'd grabbed it on a whim, not even sure why.

He pulls up her sleeve and uncaps the needle before pushing it into her skin.

He can't believe he's dosing her with a potential million dollars worth of zombie cure.

If she's human she has more choice. She can leave Seattle, and hopefully find someone who loves her enough to not hurt her like he has.

He gets out of the car and walks around to pick her up. He cradles her in his arms, protecting her from the night air as he walks to the door.

He uses her key to unlock the door and brings her to the couch, gently laying her there.

"I knew I shouldn’t have gotten close to you," She mutters in her sleep when he pulls the throw blanket onto her, shattering what's left of his heart.

"I know."

She wakes up the next morning with the feel of a kiss on her forehead still lingering.

She's not sure how she got home or when.

Her head is pounding as she sits up and she groans.

"Sounds like sleeping beauty is up," She hears Major say from the kitchen.

"I made you some coffee if you want it-"

Ravi freezes in the doorway, eyes going wide.

"What?"

"Cori, your hair," He says, "You're human."

#prisma self ships #blaine debeers #blaine mcdonough #izombie #prisma writes #prisma answers #ask game #bite me

[theresawritesstuff]

9

Something in the way she moves - James Taylor

And I feel fine anytime she's around me now

She's around me now

Almost all the time

And if I'm well you can tell she's been with me now

She's been with me now quite a long, long time

And I feel fine

October 2015

Stephen Colbert tapped his notecards against the desk as the cameras came back from commercial. "Hey everyone, welcome back to The Late Show. My first guess tonight is a Grammy and Pulitzer prize winning activist and a living legend in the comedy world. Please welcome… Lenny Bruce!"

The band struck up a jaunty take on an old jazz standard as Lenny shuffled out onto the stage to a standing ovation.

The older comedian looked around, waving to the balcony as if to say Aw shucks, knock it off, before making his way up the small steps to his seat.

He settled in with a grateful nod to the crowd before turning to his host. "I like what you've done with the place."

"Thank you very much," Stephen replied. "You'd been here before on the old set a few times back in the day."

"A few," Lenny chuckled, taking a sip of his water.

"So Lenny, can I call you Lenny?"

"Sure. I've learned to respond to it."

The audience chuckled at his underplayed shrug.

Colbert covered a smile before continuing, "Lenny, I want to talk about your latest memoir in just a moment, but before we get to that I want to wish you a happy early birthday."

"Oh, well thank you very much."

"You're going to be ninety next week!" his host stated, clearly impressed.

Lenny smiled. "So they keep telling me."

"How do you feel?"

Another shrug to the crowd. "I feel fine."

"You look good," Colbert offered kindly. "Very spry for a man of your age."

"Why thank you. So are you."

Colbert broke a bit with that along with the crowd.

Recovering,  he said, "You've lived a rather impressive life Lenny. If you don't mind my asking…What's your secret to longevity?"

"My wife," Lenny answered almost immediately. "Now she's spry for a man of her age!"

He smiled as the crowd laughed, continuing, "Honestly I can't take much credit. She keeps me young. I hate to think where I would have ended up without her."

Colbert acknowledged the audience briefly, "For those who might not be aware, you're famously married to the very funny and talented Midge Maisel."

The mention of his wife was met with applause, much to his satisfaction.

"Yes I am," he confirmed. "She'll be happy to hear you said she was funny first. When she first started out as a comic, you know women weren't allowed to be funny. They still were of course, but they never got enough credit for it. A lot of the old boys couldn't handle the idea. So it's a sticking point with her. She even wrote it into our vows that I never forget she's funny, as if I ever could."

"How long have you two been married?" Colbert asked.

"We just celebrated fifty three years."

Another round of applause from the audience.

His host's eyes grew wide. "Fifty three! Congratulations."

"Thank you."

"Forget turning ninety. Tell us your secrets to a happy marriage!"

"Maybe when the cameras turn off. I don't think the censors would appreciate my answer."

Colbert smirked at Lenny's coy response. "That dirty, huh?"

"Well…" Lenny shrugged innocently, earning a smattering of cheers and wolf whistles from the crowd.

He grinned a little sheepishly at his host.

"I'm sorry. I promise I will give you a straight answer or two in the time I'm here. You've been very kind having an old timer like me on. It's an old reflex you know, to deflect with a joke."

"We're very glad to have you," Colbert assured him.

"Thank you." Lenny gave the question some genuine thought. "I think the secret, if there is one really, is that Midge and I enjoy each other's company. We always have. And we're always the other's strongest supporter. Now, when we first met we were both in a bit of a dark place. Back of a cop car to be specific."

The audience chuckled at his quip.

Colbert nodded intently. "I remember reading that in her book a few years ago."

"That was a good one, wasn't it?" Lenny beamed proudly, thinking back. "I still remember that nightgown...She must have really gone for my smooth opener of hey because she bailed me out the next morning. Then I returned the favor a few days later– we were a couple of rabble-rousers back in our day– and we sort of just hit it off after that. It was a few years before we got together but I was pretty gone for her from the beginning. She offered me her umbrella once when I was caught in a proverbial *censor* storm. I talk about it a little in the book. I remember it was this small moment of unconditional kindness. She didn't think much of it at the time but that was it for me. She's always had a way of quietly bringing me out of the dark like that."

He chuckled self deprecatingly. "I've been known to be a bit of a cantankerous sort, especially in my younger days, but my buddies could always tell when I'd been around Midge. I smiled more I guess."

Colbert smiled, genuinely touched. "That's very sweet."

"Some say I've mellowed a bit as I've gotten older. I think it's just that Midge has been with me pretty regularly now for quite a long, long time. Turns out having someone who loves you around is good for your health."

"Is she here today? We could bring her out," his host suggested.

Lenny smirked, covering a laugh with his finger. "You'd get even fewer serious answers from this interview, Stephen."

Colbert shrugged. "Yeah but I'm a fan so it'd be fun for me."

Lenny grinned. "As much as she'd love to take this interview even more off the rails, she's next door having fun with the founding fathers fan club outside. What's it called? Ham for Ham?"

Colbert nodded. "That sounds right. They're doing a Hamilton lottery event. Ten bucks for a chance at front row seats."

"Oh that's nice! I like that. Give the average Joe a shot at the jewelry seats." Lenny nodded approvingly. "We'll be coming home with at least twelve more full grown adopted grandchildren by the time she's done, just so you know."

Colbert laughed. "And how many do you two already have?"

"Of our own? Let's see…" Lenny took a moment to count. "Four kids between the sum of our marriages, ten grandkids of a discernible blood relation, and our first great grandchild on the way. She's always mentoring the younger set though. That's another big thing with Midge. Giving a hand up to the next generation. Kenan Thompson calls me Zeyde Lenny, you know."

"I did not," Colbert chuckled.

Lenny nodded. "Takes great pleasure in it. Mixes it up with different voices. I'll come down from my office and hear Zeyde Lenny! at least once or twice a month. He and Midge really hit it off when she hosted SNL. He's a good egg. Funny kid."

"That's fantastic."

Colbert tapped his note card, turning to the audience. "Well folks, I'm getting the signal that we need to go to commercial. Please stick around for more Lenny Bruce as we discuss his latest memoir To is a Preposition, Love is a Verb. We'll be right back."

#midge x lenny #Midgelenny #Fictional Lenny Bruce #Fictional interview #I considered doing this prompt set more in show but an interview with Zeyde Lenny seemed appropriate #Generally I try to keep to strictly fictional characters but a modern day setting felt called for rather than earlier in life

[stranger-marauders]

unbreakable

eleven: the consultation

chapter summary: After Barbara is declared officially missing, the police want to talk to each person that was at Steve's party, including Kate.

chapter warnings: language, sibling loss, allusions to abuse, parental issues if you squint, steve being a bad friend

word count: 3.4k

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RIGHT BEFORE THEIR first period class had officially ended, Steve leaned against Kate's desk, trying to grab her attention before the bell rang.

She, however, had already gotten herself situated with her newest book, The Name of the Rose, opening to the page she last left off on before he'd even gotten out of his own seat. She tried to block him out, hoping that he'd take the hint that she, currently, was extremely busy trying to solve the murder mystery before the novel ended. However, a book wouldn't be near enough to turn him away.

"You weren't at your house this morning when I came to pick you up."

She didn't look up from her book.

"And you didn't come to my game yesterday."

She still didn't look up at him.

"So I'm guessing you're still mad at me?"

She finally looked up at him, then looked back down after only a second. "Obviously."

He sighed, rolling his eyes. He immediately regretted it but was more than glad that she still hadn't looked up to see it. "Yeah, well, can you call a truce or something for a minute, because this is actually kind of important."

She looked back up to Steve, placing her bookmark inside her book without even setting it down on the desk in front of her. "All right. Go."

He sighed again. He didn't know what her deal was. He wanted to ask her why she was so angry with him, why she wouldn't speak to him. He knew it must have been more than just the camera at this point—he wanted to ask more than anything, but he knew he couldn't. Not right now. "Right. So, Nancy's friend, Barbara? She's missing. Like, actually missing. She still hasn't come home, and the last place anyone saw her was Tuesday night at my place, so now the police want to talk to everyone that was there, including you."

"Gee, thanks for the warning, I'm so surprised the police want to talk to us—"

"I'm not warning you about the cops. I'm just... I'm just asking you not to tell them about the beers. And that wine we opened. Especially not the wine. If my dad found out—"

"Are you serious right now?" Kate asked, slamming her book down on the table. "You're asking me to not only lie to save your sorry ass, but lie to the police, my dad? What the hell has gotten into you?"

Steve had been caught off guard. His heart pounded as she spoke: she really had been angry at him. He was almost scared of her—he couldn't recall a time where she'd been that angry at anyone besides her parents, not even Tommy and Carol the day before. "Kathy, come on. You know better than anyone that my dad's a total asshole, and he would be even more of an ass if he found out about that."

Kate diverted her eyes away from him, trying to think of something else to say.

Steve hadn't been sugarcoating it whenever he called his father an asshole. She could recall the countless times when he had gotten into arguments with his father over his grades, sports, anything. Nothing was ever good enough for him, and Steve's father hadn't even had enough compassion for his son to do it in private: she couldn't even name all the times that his father had berated him in front of her, and instead of his mother putting a stop to it, Kate had to take matters into her own hands (in the most respectful way possible, of course, because she didn't want his father to cut Steve off from her completely). She remembered the times when Steve had come to school or her house and the markings on him were "just an accident," even though she knew all too well where they had come from over the years. She even took care of a few of the nastier-looking ones from time to time, making sure they didn't get infected or didn't scar, because that would have just made everything worse. It was one of the few unsaid things between the two of them, and Steve, more than anything, appreciated it, even if he hadn't said so out loud. Kate knew that even if her father wasn't exactly the parent of the year, at least he wasn't that.

That, however, didn't stop her for more than a few seconds to remember that Barbara had had nothing to drink.

"It was a couple of beers. If anything, you should be worried about your new girlfriend's best friend. I mean, seriously? A kid was found dead yesterday and you're worried about a couple of goddamn beers?" She scoffed, putting her things back into her tote bag. "Show a little class, Steve."

Before he could reply, the bell for next period rang. As she threw her bag over her shoulder and walked out of the room, Steve called her name, running after her until he lost her in the sea of people in the hallway.

Kate had explained the entire situation to Jamie at lunch before his friends had sat down with them.

She had a good time at lunch with them. She would have thought that Jamie's friends would have all been nerdy, either the band type or the Dungeons & Dragons type, but they weren't. A couple of them were on the baseball team, which also led her to find out that Jamie played baseball until he was in seventh grade. Apparently, the only reason he quit was that he broke his leg and needed surgery. His friends, however, had never left him behind, and Jamie still went to each and every baseball game to support them.

At another table in the cafeteria, Steve sat with Tommy, Carol, and Nancy, only focusing on Kate. He could see her from where he was sitting, watching her carefully as she smiled and laughed—it made his heart hurt. Even if she didn't say much at all during lunch, the fact that she wasn't even there felt foreign. It made him feel like something was seriously wrong, yet he didn't know what he could have possibly done.

For the first time in a long time, Kate's heart sank slightly whenever the bell for fifth period rang, meaning she had to leave them behind. She let Jamie walk her to class, more specifically so she didn't have the possibility of having another Steve interaction before her inevitable police interview came. She couldn't talk to him again. She just couldn't.

It had been toward the end of her calculus class that the principal had come to take her to her interview.

She didn't know why she was so nervous. The closer she got to the gym, which was where they had set up tables to have the interview, the more and more her stomach twisted into knots, making her feel uneasy. She hated that Steve had wrapped her up in all of this; she'd told him she didn't want to go, why didn't he just listen to her? He didn't understand that this was so much worse for her than it was for him, and that was for one reason and one reason alone.

Whenever she walked into the gym, the principal had let her go off on her own, walking over to the table with Hopper, Powell, and Callahan already in their seats, Powell and Callahan sitting across from Hopper. Her father had changed into a jacket and flannel of his, apparently attempting to make this situation a lot less awkwardly than it already was. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen him out of uniform: it must've been ages ago.

Hopper wasn't exactly thrilled about the situation, either. He knew Kate didn't know anything about Barbara Holland or her disappearance: if she did, she would've told him by now, even if it implicated her and Steve in the process. He knew, however, that it was something that had to be done, especially if they were going to interview the other kids at the party. That was why Hopper removed himself from the case completely, at least for now—Kate's name would be all over the place.

The worst part about the interview wasn't that Kate was being questioned. For Hopper, it was that he had to sit and watch on the other side of things as his boys questioned his kid. He knew the way they interviewed, all the little tricks they had to get kids to cooperate. Hopper had thought both of them, and it was about to bite him in the ass.

"So, why exactly were you at this party?" Powell asked once Kate had sat down.

"I wouldn't really call it a party. It was more of a get-together, really," she replied, anxiety lacing her voice. "But, uh, Steve invited me. Steve Harrington. Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins were there, and two sophomores Steve invited were there too, which were Nancy Wheeler and Barbara Holland." She paused, realizing how ridiculous she sounded overexplaining things. "But I'm assuming you guys knew that already."

A big lump formed in her throat, butterflies in her stomach. She hated this so much already and it hadn't even started yet. Just the thought of being questioned by Callahan and Powell, two guys she'd known personally for years now, made her brain want to explode. She wanted all of it to be over already.

"You're good, Kate. If we need you to elaborate, we'll ask for it." Powell paused, trying to decide on his next question. "Could you tell us exactly what happened that night?"

She almost laughed. Since she had shaken her hangover the day before, she had slowly started to remember some of the things that had happened that night, but not much of anything that would be useful to the Hawkins Police Department to try and find Barb. At that moment, she thanked herself for asking Steve about that Tuesday night—drunk Kate sounded like a blast, but she wasn't very useful during a police investigation.

Now though, more than ever, she wished she remembered what her and Barbara had talked about that night. Kate had been so wasted by the time she had talked to Barbara that she still hadn't remembered it fully, most of it being hazy. She didn't know if it could help figure out where she was, but even if it wasn't, she wanted to know. She remembered a sentence or two here and there, but only one full sentence had bounced around in her head: "I think you know what I mean." Kate didn't know if she'd known what Barbara was referencing when she was drunk, but she certainly didn't know now. She only hoped that Steve was right about her memory loss and that it would come back sooner or later.

"You're good, Kate," Hopper said softly. "Take your time."

She nodded, taking a deep breath before she went on. "Yeah. Yeah, so, I was the first one there. Kind of. I–I just went home with him so I didn't have to come back. Steve, w–with Steve, I mean. I–It was just me and him for a while. Tommy and Carol showed up around seven, and at, like, eight, Barbara and Nancy arrived. Then we were just sitting outside, and at one point, everyone got in the pool but Barbara. I never saw her leave, so it's possible she left without Nancy."

"Where did you go after you got out of the pool?"

"Oh, I–I went upstairs. My clothes were all wet, so I just went to go change out of them and go to bed."

"And where was that, exactly?" Callahan asked. She couldn't tell if he was asking because it pertained to the investigation or if it was to settle personal curiosity. 

"I, uh... The guest bedroom. It's on the second floor."

Callahan nodded, satisfied with her answers.

"I'm sorry, I just don't have anything about Barbara," Kate said, pulling it back to the real thing that mattered. "I mean, I talked to her maybe once that night, but that's it. I'd never even talked to those two girls before Tuesday."

Powell nodded, racking his thoughts for another question. "Do you think Barbara could have been jealous of Nancy?"

She almost laughed. Wrong girl.

"Kate?"

"Oh, uh—no. No, I don't, uh... I don't think Barbara likes Steve at all, really. I think she was more upset that he was stealing her best friend away from her." In a way, she was almost talking about herself—Steve didn't need her anymore, nor had he in a long, long time.

Kate shrugged. "Nancy forced her to go, I'm assuming." She paused again. "I don't know, all I know is that Barbara did not want to be there. She was Nancy's ride, so I'd assume she knows much more about that than I do. I'd ask her if she knows anything about her plans, things like that."

"Plans?"

She hesitated. "You know, after high school. More likely than not, if all she talks about is leaving Hawkins, the party and a bad conversation with Nancy could've convinced her to run away."

Powell chuckled. "She really is your kid, Chief."

Hopper sighed. "Yeah, tell me about it."

Jonathan had called the school to ask Kate if she could accompany him to the funeral home.

Of course, Kate had accepted. Once her questioning had ended, she had asked her father to take her to the funeral home. At first, Hopper had given her an odd look—why the hell would she be going to a funeral home? Whenever he thought about Jonathan, though, and the connection that he and his daughter now oddly shared, he didn't question it, especially not after the conversation he'd had with the boy that morning about his mother at the morgue. Kaet didn't want him to go through the death of a sibling alone, and he wasn't going to take that away from her. He definitely wouldn't have wanted to do something like that by himself.

The car ride with her dad had been significantly less awkward than any she'd experienced within the past couple of years. 

"You did good today, kid," Hopper said to her whenever they pulled out of the school. "You maybe wanna tell me what else happened that night?"

Kate hesitated, her eyebrows furrowing together. "What are you talking about? I told them—"

"You're gonna tell me you went to a hangout like that and there wasn't any beer?" Hopper asked.

Kate's mouth instinctively fell open in shock, which immediately made Hopper chuckle. "How'd you know?"

"Believe it or not, I was a kid once, too," he replied, sighing softly. "I don't know, just... something else seemed to be bothering you. Figured it wasn't just about that girl."

She hesitated to go on. She couldn't believe she was talking to her dad about this and he actually seemed to care. "Yeah, it wasn't. It just—It doesn't matter, okay? Seriously, I'm fine."

"Katie, you don't seem fine."

"I just..." Kate cut herself off with a sigh, shaking her head. Maybe it was time to finally let her father in, just a little bit. "All right, if I'm going to tell you about this, there have to be some ground rules in place."

"Ground rules?" Hopper asked, almost concerned. "Jesus, you guys didn't kill that girl, did you?"

"No, what the hell?" she asked, concern lacing her voice. "No, no, that's not—" She cut herself off, shaking her head. "No, okay, first, we are setting some ground rules."

Hopper nodded, finally caving. "All right, fine. Ground rules."

"Anything I tell you willingly, I can't get in trouble for."

"That's a bullshit rule."

"If I'm confiding in you about something I'm upset about, it is absolutely not a bullshit rule."

Hopper shook his head. "Fine. Second ground rule: watch your language. You're way too smart to be using words like that."

She shrugged, not daring to call him a hypocrite. "I don't think so, but I do have another ground rule." She paused, thinking about how she wanted to word it. "These can extend to you, too, you know. Like, if I suddenly get all nosey in your personal life and you want me to... butt out, or something."

"All right, what is it?"

"You're allowed to ask all the questions you want, but that doesn't mean you're going to get an answer for them."

Hopper hesitated to agree to that one at first, partially because it was such a general rule. He quickly remembered all the random hookups that he partook in from time to time, not to mention the dates he went on with women such as the town librarian, so he figured that he would possibly need to cash in that ground rule usage every once in a while. "All right, we're sticking with those three?"

Kate nodded. "Perfect." She took a deep breath, starting to tell the story of her first hangover, conveniently leaving out details about her stripping and the sudden realization that she was in love with Steve Harrington (which still made her want to vomit).

Hopper, however, took in every word that she said like it was her last: he had finally made the connection with his daughter that he had always wanted, and he had no plans on breaking it off again.

Whenever Kate had finally arrived at the funeral home, the funeral director had shown them many coffins.

As he took them around the viewing room, he spoke softly, almost as if he was trying to keep Jonathan from falling off the edge. "It's made of soft wood with a crepe interior. Uh, now, I... I don't know what your budget is, but over here, we... we have copper and bronze."

Jonathan sighed as he and Kate started to walk to the next casket, but they both noticed none other than Nancy Wheeler standing in the doorway of the room.

"Can you just... give us a second?" Jonathan asked the funeral home director after looking at Kate.

"Of course."

Jonathan and Kate walked over to her. "Hey."

"Hey," Nancy said back softly. "Your mom, um... she said you'd be here. I just..." She took a deep breath. "Can we talk for a second?"

Once they were in the hallway, Nancy pulled out a previously ripped, but now taped-up photograph, the one she'd taken the day before, and handed it to Jonathan.

"It looks like it could be some kind of perspective distortion, but I wasn't using the wide angle. I don't know. It's weird," Jonathan said, handing the photograph back to Nancy.

"And you're sure you didn't see anyone else out there?"

"No," he replied, shaking his head. "And she was there one second and then, um... gone. I figured she bolted."

"The cops think that she ran away. But they don't know Barb. And I went back to Steve's... and I thought I... saw something."

"Like what?" Kate asked.

"Some... weird man, or... I don't know what it was."

Jonathan and Kate exchanged glances as Nancy stared at them both. Kate hoped Jonathan was thinking the same thing as her. Joyce's wall monster without a face: could it have been real?

"I'm sorry," Nancy said, breaking the awkward silence between them. "I... I shouldn't have come here today. I'm... I'm so sorry."

"What'd he look like?" Jonathan said quickly before she could walk off.

"What?"

"This man you saw in the woods. What'd he look like?"

"I don't... I don't know," she replied. "It was almost like he... he didn't have—"

"Didn't have a face?" Kate asked, looking to Jonathan for a moment.

Nancy had no idea what was about to drag herself into, and neither did the other two: all they knew was that there was a chance that Will and Barbara were still alive, and that's all that mattered to them.

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[chaos-event-horizon]

Love is Scary

Flashback!

} WARNING: knife work and yandere tendencies. {

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I actually don't think I consider you the scariest person here anymore, All Might."

The blonde bruiser quirked an eyebrow, glancing down at Izuku Midoriya-- his apprentice of roughly six months. "What do you mean by that?"

"Well..." Midoriya murmured, glancing back up. "...I know what you're capable of. But I didn't know Rian could do that."

All Might looked to where the kid was watching Rian slowly drag his knife down someone's cheek, slicing open a line of red. His victim, who All Might was pleased to see was sobbing, was a guy they caught snooping around one of the bar's offices in an attempt to get dirt. Rian had been the one to catch him, as the guy had thought that someone as unassuming and cute as the queer barkeeper couldn't possibly be a threat.

The thief didn't stand a chance.

"You got me there," the big villain said fondly. "Kitten's more than meets the eye. I barely even had to train him at all... The knife work is all him."

They watched as the brunette growled something in the happless thief's ear, and the man screamed and struggled before Rian stabbed him in the shoulder.

"I said 'quiet'!" Rian said, an edge to his voice as he gripped his victim's throat. "You think this is bad? Because I can make it worse! Nobody tries to hurt my honeybunny while I'm around..."

"'Honeybunny'...?" Izuku whispered incredulously, and All Might gave an embarrassed chuckle.

"Yeah... Pet names, y'know? He's my Kitten, I'm his honeybunny. Though I wish he wouldn't call me that while we're working."

Izuku swallowed. "Remind me to never upset him. Ever."

"You won't," the blonde said, clapping the green-haired teen on the shoulder. "You're considered his now. One of the people he's chosen to care about and protect. Pretty sure he'd do this same thing if the guy was hunting for shit on you too... In fact, it might be even worse, considering you can't defend yourself like I can."

"ALRIGHT!!! I'LL TALK!!! ALL MIGHT I'LL TALK!!! PLEASE!!!"

Izuku looked on in disbelief as All Might approached Rian and his victim. "You heard the man, Event Horizon. Knife down," he ordered. Instantly, Rian's knife was twirled back into it's closed position and being stuck in his pocket. He had carved the offender up rather nicely, with several fine cuts that didn't bleed much, but definitely would have stung; the stab wounds were also in spots that would be painful, rather than deadly. And those weren't counting what Rian did to knock the dumb bastard out cold. The blonde smiled, petting the younger man's hair. "Good boy."

Rian practically purred, nuzzling into the larger man's hand. "Anything else I can do for you, darling?"

Having a small yandere around certainly does make life interesting.

"You've already done perfectly, Kitten. Go stand by our young friend while I finish up."

"Yes sir!" Rian said with a chuckle, grinning as he walked back and stood next to Izuku, who looked a little nervous until the brunette hugged him around the shoulder. "Sorry you had to see that, little buddy. I got a little angrier than I intended..."

"Start talking," All Might said, grabbing the man by the hair and leaving Rian to soothe the teenager. "Was it cops that bought you? Or someone else?"

"No! No no no no! It's just the gang I'm in...! Boss was trying to figure out who owned the bar before he stole from it! I'm sorry! All Might please we had no idea it was you! We only just moved in from Kyoto! We didn't know!!!"

"Actually, I'm inclined to believe you. I have a few boys watching your little street gang... I let you come in here," the villain said, smirking. "I'm glad you fessed up. That makes things easier."

All Might used his own knife to cut the rope keeping the man tied to the wooden chair, then jostled it to get the thief on the ground.

"I'll let you live... But tell your boss this: The bar is safe, but the staff is not. I demand a tribute of 25% for the next three months... And I won't ask twice."

"Yes! Anything!"

"Good... Now get your ass out of here."

"Yes sir!!!"

All Might almost laughed at how quickly the guy ran out, darting past the audience of two and out the heavy door that separated this concrete room from the rest of the bar. Walking back to Izuku and Rian, he grinned at the kid while petting his boyfriend's hair. "You understand why I played it like this, kid?"

"Of course, All Might!" The teen said, nodding emphatically. "You sent him back to his group with his life, injuries, and a message. A gang from an old city like Kyoto is likely to care about the lives of its people, and with those injuries and his story, there won't be a counter-attack. The biggest danger is that they might skip town without paying the tribute to you."

"Good, you're learning. That's why the second he ran out of here, Nighteye will have grabbed him and checked his next course of action. He can tell us if they plan to run, and we'll act accordingly..."

"Acting won't be necessary," the lanky foreteller said, opening the slightly cracked door more fully and looking in. "They send their first payment tonight, and the leader is coming personally. The man you roughed up is his younger cousin, and he's truly grateful that our great All Might spared his life. This first payment will actually be at 30% of their monthly revenue, to show appreciation. There is opportunity here for a few loyal dogs."

The blonde nodded, then looked at his young protogé. "There you go."

"Damn..." Rian mumbled. "I kinda wanted to play some more..."

"Don't worry Kitten, you'll have more chances."

The brunette looked up, hugging his arm, cute hazel eyes full of love tinged with a sharpened edge. Toshinori broke out into a wide grin.

Fuck... I love this kid so much.

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