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amomentsescape · 3 months

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can I also request to yandere slashers and sinclair brothers with a pregnant reader that gets kidnapped if thats ok? Thank you hope im not requesting too much, no pressure to make it 😅

Yandere! Slashers with Pregnant Reader That Gets Kidnapped

Yandere! Slashers x Reader (Separate)

Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, Bo, & Lester

Warnings: Yandere behavior, mentions of pregnancy, typical Slasher behavior

A/N: No worries! Thank you for requesting :) I also apologize if my last couple of Slasher fics have been a bit short. I've been stuck in a brain fog this past week.

Freddy Krueger

The moment Freddy sees you gone, he just laughs

You couldn't be that stupid to just leave, could you?

You can't escape him when he can show up at any point no matter where you are

However, him popping up and seeing you being held hostage by someone else...

Freddy's smile fades

Of course you wouldn't leave him

But who dares to have put you and his child at risk?

The moment he sees them, he doesn't even care

He immediately slashes their throat and picks you up, not wasting any time taking you back to where you belong

Michael Myers

The kidnapper was careless

Don't they know that Michael would walk to the ends of the earth for you and his child?

His abilities know no bounds

He finds your location within a single night

All you can hear at first are screams and splatters, not sure what is going on outside your little room

But the moment you see Michael, you immediately relax

You weren't sure he would come for you

But here he was

And without a word, he has you lifted in his bloody arms as he walks you back home

Just know he won't be letting you out of his sight at all now

Jason Voorhees

He can hear your screams echo throughout the woods

He knows this area like the back of his hand anyways, so it doesn't take long to locate you

The way you're holding onto your stomach, trying to protect the child from any harm, has Jason seeing nothing but red

He doesn't even want to fool around with the assailant

His machete is plunged into the top of their head before they can even let out a scream

His mood does a complete 180 when he looks back to you, gently taking you in his arms to make sure you weren't hurt

He just sits with you on the ground for a while, rocking you in his arms

He's attempting to comfort you, but there's a part of him that's also trying to comfort himself

Thomas Hewitt

When he comes home to the door wide open, he immediately panics

You didn't leave him... did you?

He thought you were finally happy

Teary eyed and angered, Thomas storms out into the night to look for you

He had wandered pretty far into the area when he heard your screams

Some crazy family seemed to have taken you from your home

Your screams were immediately cut off by the sound of a chainsaw, cutting right into the door

Your kidnappers jumped up and attempted to flee, but Thomas was quick to catch up

You had your ears covered and your eyes tightly shut when he came back in

He gently pulled your hands down and lifted you up

He carried you home without any hesitation

Bubba Sawyer

The screams of devastation he lets out can literally be heard from miles around

Doesn't even want to consider that you left him

You've been so good the last few months

There's no way you would have just left like this

After an hour of him frantically searching around the area, he can finally hear your voice

You were talking to the stranger, asking them to please let you go

The fact that they just kept ignoring you made Bubba even more angry

They only finally looked up when they heard the revving of his chainsaw

They didn't even have time to flee before they were cut in half

He runs over to you quickly, placing one hand on your stomach and the other on the side of your face

He was blubbering, promising you he'll do better next time

Brahms Heelshire

Well this was an incredibly stupid decision on their part

Don't they know that Brahms doesn't ever leave the house?

And wherever you are, he will be too

The kidnapper doesn't even make it out the door with you

The moment Brahms hears your screams, it's over

He emerges from the wall and grabs the kidnapper

You watch as Brahms slams the person's head into the wall, over and over again until they're just a bloody pulp

He storms over to you and grabs you roughly, looking your body over to make sure you and the baby weren't hurt

He traps you in bed with him for the rest of the night

His arms act as a cage, not letting you up for anything

Norman Bates

Everything is a bit of a blur

He comes home to the place ransacked, you nowhere in sight

You weren't reckless

He knows you wouldn't have done this

He turns to go search for you, and that's when things go black

He finally comes to with you crying in his arms on a dirty floor

An unrecognizable body lays beside him, blood pooling everywhere

But you and his child are safe

That's all that matters now

And he'll make sure nothing like this ever happens again

Billy Loomis

Billy is immediately in a rage when he sees you're gone

There is no way you're going to leave him

Never

He'll break into every house in this town if he has to

And that's just what he does

It's only after the 7th house that he finds you tied up to a chair

Oh you poor thing

Of course you didn't leave him

The scene before you quickly becomes bloody

A few bodies lie splattered on the floor, Billy tending to the rope around you

He apologizes for letting this happen and kisses you deeply

It's only later that night you hear of 7 families that had been found slashed in their own homes

There really is no limit when it comes to Billy

Stu Macher

He has a mental breakdown when he sees that you're gone

Goes into a fit of hysterical laughter as he reaches for his knife

He doesn't want to hurt you, but he will if he must

When he hears a scream echo not too far from where he was searching, he sprints to it

And when he sees you being held by some random person, Stu's crazed smile finally drops

He lunges, and things go out of control

Stu is left with a few cuts and bruises, but he doesn't care

He immediately looks you over and makes sure you're not hurt

When he's content, he takes you home and cuddles up with you on the couch, bloody clothes and all

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent doesn't like to venture too far from home, but he'll do it for you

Seeing that you're gone makes him assume the worse

He marches outside the home, already searching every nook and cranny of this desolate place

And it works out in his favor once he sees you in an old building, knocked unconscious

He smashed his way through the window immediately

The attackers come running towards him, but he was quick to act

You awoke to a bloody mess beside you and a worried Vincent knelt in front of you

He rests his hands on your stomach and you nod, letting him know you and the baby are okay

He's content with this and wraps you in his arms to take you back home

Bo Sinclair

If he can't have you, no one can

When he's sees you're gone, he assumes you left just like he knew you were going to try

He hunts you down immediately, ready to do what needed to be done, only to see you scared and tied up

Oh, now Bo can't help the growing smile on his face

You didn't want to leave him, and now he can have fun with whoever was stupid enough to do this

Will knock them unconscious and take you both home

He'll make their death a long and painful one

But it's another addition to the wax museum

One that he is most proud of

Lester Sinclair

He instantly tears up at the idea that you left him

He almost doesn't even want to go after you, but you're also carrying his child

He can't just let you go that easily

He of course checks Ambrose first, and he considers himself lucky to have found you as soon as he did

But seeing you being held by some random person was not what he had planned

Lester's self pity quickly evolves to pure anger

He jumps in and immediately attacks, not even thinking of finding a weapon first

His adrenaline kicks in and it doesn't take long before he kills the kidnapper, suffocating them to death

He then wraps himself up with you, holding you close and apologizing over and over again

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whatitshouldvebeen · 5 months

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Speaking of asks though I’d love to request a Johnny fic where the reader is completely aware that she’s being manipulated, and that nothing but bad will come of associating with Johnny. Except her saviour complex gets the better of her, and not wanting to waste the amount of effort she’s already put into the relationship, she pushes on with the mindset that she can be the one to change something inside him, only to be completely wrong and at his mercy, regretting the fact she ever thought of this man as fixable.

Johnny is of course making fun of her the entire time, finding her perception of him completely out of touch and naive, shaming and humiliating her. You can definitely make it smutty too should you want. 😳

Curiosity Killed the Bunny

Johnny Slaughter x you

Contains: degradation, no y/n, gaslighting

Sorry for taking so long on this one, I had an idea for it forever ago but I had to wait for them to release Johnny's Shack so I didn't get to it until now, I hope it was worth the wait 😈

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“Always knew you were a lil ditzy. Didn't think you were full-on stupid, though,” Johnny teased, grinning down at you. Your wrists were in one of his hands as he pressed you against the beverage fridge in the ‘Last Chance’ gas station. Drayton Sawyer cleaned the countertop, trying his best not to look curious.

“I just wanted to see where you worked!” You protested, trying to keep your voice low to keep from drawing attention. You had secretly followed Johnny here after he'd spent the night at your place.

But the moment you walked into the gas station, Johnny cornered you, as if he’d known you were following him all along.

“Told ya not to worry about my job, sugar,” he leaned in, his lips inches from yours. “Now you're really in for it.”

“Johnny,” you breathed in his exhale, cigarettes and iron. “Is something wrong? Let me help you.”

You knew there were plenty of things wrong with Johnny; how manipulative he was, his secretive nature, and that he was struggling to commit. But something told you not to give up. Someday, there would be a breakthrough.

You could still save him.

Johnny had left your house this morning with his mind elsewhere. He barely kissed you before he left to who knows where. You'd had enough with the secrets.

“Dumb little bunny. You can't do shit to help me. Best you manage is addin’ to my problems,” he said, sneering.

Your brow furrowed, the urge to protest growing stronger. “You've barely tried to trust me! Six months and I've never even seen where you live!”

A trucker stared at you two from across the gas station, quickly averting his eyes when Johnny glared over his shoulder.

Johnny turned back to you, drawing even closer, his grip on your wrists tightening. “You wanna see where I live, hm? Well, I guess I don't got a choice but to show you now, do I?”

Your next batch of complaints died in your throat. “W-wait, you mean it? I can see your home?”

“Now that Uncle Drayton has seen you, he'd think it were improper if I didn't.” He tilted his head, his smirk growing.

You wondered why Drayton would want you to go home with Johnny, but you were too elated to worry about logistics.

Johnny released your sore wrists and took you by the waist, leading you back to his truck.

Finally! Was this the breakthrough you'd been waiting for? Was Johnny finally opening up? You didn't want to get too ahead of yourself, but you felt proud as you hopped in his truck, and he took off down the dirt road.

It only took fifteen minutes before you pulled up the long gated driveway lined with sunflowers toward a beautiful home.

“Wow, Johnny! Your home is beautiful,” you said cheerily, holding his hand over the console.

He mumbled a response and continued down the drive, stopping outside of a brown shed with bull horns hung over the doorway.

Johnny turned the truck, which rumbled to a standstill, and then opened your passenger door, helping you down to the gravel.

Much to your surprise, he headed for the shed and opened the door, waiting for you.

“Oh,” you tried to hide your flustered expression, feeling stupid. Johnny laughed and smacked your ass as you entered his shed.

“Thought my ma's place was mine? Ya really are a dumb little bunny, ain't you?” He chided.

“Sorry, I just-” you trailed off, your eyes flitting around the shed. A ratty couch covered in beer bottles and empty cigarette boxes, a kitchen piled high with unwashed dishes, and far too many freezers greeted you.

Johnny's fingers caught your chin, pulling your attention to him.

“You’ll have plenty of time to look around later.” His hand trailed down your chin to your neck with a loose grip. He kept drinking you in, an inkling of regret in his eyes.

“You just had to stick your nose where it don't belong,” he said under his breath, his dark gaze intense.

“I just wanna help you, Johnny. If you'd let me see your place earlier, I coulda kept it clean for you.”

“You will, Bunny. You'll keep it nice and clean for me. And you'll make my dinner. And clean my clothes,” he said, smiling. But his smile was… off.

“Do you want me to move in?” You asked.

“In a sense,” he said.

“Why are you lookin’ at me like that, Johnny?” You asked nervously.

“Cause I'm tryin’ to figure how you stay alive with so little brain function.”

You flushed with embarrassment. “You don't need to be so rude,” you said, averting your eyes.

“Will it make things more clear if I do this?” Johnny let go of your chin and walked over to the front door. He proceeded to lock three locks, and then padlock the final one, draping the key around his neck by a silver chain.

“Is there something dangerous outside?” You asked, your eyes growing large.

Johnny barked a laugh. “Sort of. You see, my uncle Drayton don't take well to me keeping girls around. My ma neither.”

He saunters back over to you. “I was doing well keepin’ you a secret, but well, now that Drayton has seen me with you, he'll be wanting meat.”

“What?” You asked, your throat running dry.

“My uncle Drayton is famous for his BBQ. And for good reason. After all, he uses the freshest meat,” he said, coming to a stop in front of you. You were still standing by the wall beside the front door, which he pressed you against.

“What does that have to do with me?” You asked anxiously.

“Young, supple little bunnies got the most tender, sweet meat,” Johnny purred. “Just can't get enough of it. I keep hunting down naïve little rabbits, and he cooks ‘em up and sells ‘em at the station.”

“Rabbits? You're talking about rabbits, right?” You asked.

“Ditzy little bunny. I could scoop out half your brain and you might be better off.” He gripped your ass, pulling you against him. “You're the meat. Or you should be. I tried to keep you out of it honey, but you just had to get curious.”

“Drayton eats people?” You squeaked, horrified. “Wait, he feeds people to people?!”

“Mmhm. I catch ‘em, we butcher ‘em, Drayton cooks ‘em. Nice lil system we got goin’. And you should be next on the table.”

You gasped, all the blood draining from your face.

“But don't worry, sugar. Johnny won't let that happen. The moment you walked into the gas station, I hid your face from Drayton. All’s I gotta do is find another girl who looks like you to take your place.”

“This can't be happening,” you groaned, feeling sick to your stomach.

“Hey, hey now,” Johnny soothed, caressing your clammy cheek. “I got you, bunny. As long as you stay nice n’ quiet and don't leave home, I can keep you alive.”

“I c-can't leave?” You asked, your lip trembling.

“If my ma sees you, she'll kill ya herself. Na, it's better ‘f you stay right here.”

“I'm gonna be sick,” you said, pushing him aside and running to the sink. Your vomit coated the old pots and dishes, adding to the already rancid smell.

“Now, bunny,” Johnny said as he placed his hands on your hips, “remember this is all because you didn't listen to Johnny. Because you thought your dumb little fantasy of saving the bad boy was gonna come true.”

You whimpered, your entire body trembling as you dry heaved again.

“Now, I'm gonna be the one saving you, baby girl. All you gotta do is behave, and be a good girl for me. Can you do that?”

You stared at the vomit-coated sink and wondered if the rancid meat in the pan swarmed with maggots was human.

Johnny spun you around, pressing you against the disgusting sink.

“I said, can you be good for me?”

You shook in place, terrified and frozen.

Johnny slapped the dumb expression off your face, replacing it with one of anguish as you fell to the floor, hitting your head on one of the cabinet knobs beneath the sink.

“Answer me, dumb little bunny,” he snarled, kneeling down and forcing your gaze up to his by gripping your hair.

“Yes! I c-c-can! Please stop!” You sobbed, cradling your cheek.

A malicious smile unfurled on Johnny's face.

“I Caught and killed plenty of pets before, but never kept one,” he said. “I promise I'll try my best to take care of you, baby. Keep you bright-eyed and bushy-tailed,” he said happily.

You couldn't hear him, your ears were ringing so loudly. And still somewhere in your dumb little bunny brain, a little voice shouted- “I can still fix him!”

#johnny slaughter #tcm game #texas chainsaw massacre #johnny slaughter x reader #johnny sawyer #texas chainsaw massacre game #tcm #texas chainsaw game

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gritsgigabits · 1 year

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Request: Head canons for a sadistic S/O with the slashers? Like- not sadistic towards them but towards victims/people that are a-holes. Sorry if this sucks I didn't know how to word it. Lol ps. Hope you're doing well!

Thanks for requesting (no request ever sucks<3)

Disclaimer: The headcanons presented here do not reflect my personal views on the treatment of assholes, mean people, or people in general.

Jason Voorhees

Jason is not a sadistic person, but he doesn’t possess much compassion towards his victims, either. Although Jason has an especially low tolerance towards assholes, mean people and bullies, he doesn’t find it amusing or worth his time to make his victims suffer.

His modus operandi is more like ‘swing the machete à bad guy drops dead à next’. Quick and effective.

Jason doesn’t like the idea of you having anything to do with (his) killing sprees in the first place. He would like to preserve your innocence and lock you up in your shared cabin when he has to go deal with some unruly teenagers.

When he learns that it’s hard to keep you out of his way and that you can be rather vicious when it comes to victims, he tries to shrug it off. If that’s how you roll, who is he to tell you to stop?

Jason wants you to be happy, even if it means allowing you to prolong the death of some unfortunate soul.

This doesn’t mean that Jason approves of it, though. But the problem is more about you putting yourself in danger by participating in killing than about you having sadistic tendencies.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba hasn’t got a single sadistic bone in his body. He mainly kills people because he and his family need to eat, and that’s how he has been taught to procure food. Bubba probably wouldn’t kill people at all if not for his brothers influencing him to do so.

Bubba isn’t sadistic towards bad people any more than he is towards his victims. He doesn’t think it’s OK when someone acts like an asshole, but that doesn’t make him want to tear them to pieces.

Bubba is more likely to get confused as to why he is being treated in such a manner because he never tries to be anything but nice and approachable to everyone.

All that said, when Bubba gets to know you enough to learn that you are his opposite in that regard – a person who enjoys to watch victims suffer – he is taken aback. How could his sweet, loving s/o be such a scary and malicious person?

Bubba doesn’t approve of your sadistic ways, but he doesn’t tell you that directly. Instead of having a proper discussion about the issue, Bubba tries to either ignore it or direct your attention elsewhere when you’re about to have your way with a victim.

He will gently strip you of any weapons or sharp objects you might be holding and leads you away from the victim to do something else.

Bubba will think, Oh no, my s/o is about to kick that man in the shins with their steel toe boots – let’s go make cookies instead!

Bubba hopes that you come to understand that he doesn’t approve of pure sadism and that it makes him uneasy when you act that way.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas has some slight sadistic traits himself. He doesn’t always have the patience to ensure that his victims are dead before skinning parts of them, but it’s not so much actual sadism but more like him not caring about whether someone is dead or not when he begins to work on them.

It’s also handy to stop his victims from running away by smashing their knees with a sledgehammer. But again, it’s for convenience’s sake, not because he enjoys to cause people pain (without a reason).

Because he has no regard for his victims, Thomas doesn’t care if you like to play with your prey. He doesn’t encourage you to do so, but he doesn’t stop you, either.

As long as you understand that victims are not only for torturing but for eating as well, then he lets you have your way with them. If it turns out that you like to rip people into such small pieces that there’s nothing left of them, Thomas will interfere and teach you that you shouldn’t waste food.

Thomas agrees with you that if someone is simply an asshole, then there is good reason to put them through a couple hours of prolonged suffering. ‘Bad people make rotten meals’, Thomas has been taught, so there’s no need to make sure their corpses remain in edible condition.

As long as you don’t target your sadistic preferences towards him or his family, Thomas is a-okay with the way you treat victims.

Michael Myers

Michael doesn’t understand what the point is in making people suffer. The point is to murder them to death, and if it takes more than a couple of well-aimed stabs, you’re not doing it right.

Michael doesn’t care about whether people suffer or not. He cares about effectiveness. What’s the point of torturing a victim if they just end up dead all the same?

If you’re more into the torturous side of things and enjoy slowly draining the life out of people, he thinks you’re wasting your effort but won’t stop you from doing your thing.

Perhaps you could sophisticate him on what it is about inflicting pain that you enjoy so much. He might discover a whole new side to killing, which, he won’t to lie, would be refreshing. The same ‘stab-stab’ routine that Michael has had going on for half a century gets a bit old at times.

It might actually be a good opportunity to deepen your relationship with Michael. Show him how you like to kill people, from choosing the victim to finishing them off. It would be like a bloody date you two could go on. Your own personal couple’s thing.

Billy Loomis

Billy lets you do whatever you want. As long as you make sure to get rid of all the evidence of your gruesome crimes, he doesn’t stop you.

Oh, you like to maim people before killing them? That’s cool and all, babe, you do you. Just make sure to wash the blood off your clothes afterwards.

He wants you to be happy and live the kind of life that you find most fulfilling. As a result, Billy has a habit of praising you when you do something that reflects your personality.

For instance, you could tell him about this great murder you committed the other night, where the victims was screaming for help for hours before you put them out of their misery, and Billy would tell you what a great job you’ve done.

He has no problem watching you torture people. Sadism isn’t his go-to way of dealing with victims, but he isn’t adverse to it and might engage in it himself on a whim.

Billy doesn’t really feel compassion towards his victims and wants killing to be something amusing and ingenious, if possible. If kicking people before they kick the bucket is amusing to you, he wants to encourage you to do it.

Just don’t get caught!

#jason voorhees x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #michael myers x reader #billy loomis x reader #slashers x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher fanfiction #jason voorhees #bubba sawyer #thomas hewitt #michael myers #billy loomis

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spinning-stars · 10 months

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Horror charaters x A bone obsessed Y/N

I did this for all my animal bone collector horror fans (Myself included) 🖤🦴

Characters include- Asa Emory, The Sinclair brothers, Bubba Sawyer and Thomas Hewitt!

It's Sfw!

Warnings- there is a part skinning animals, I'll let y'all know when that part will come up!

Enjoy 🖤

Asa Emory-

It's Asa so of course he's going to love the fact that you love animal bones.

💜 (scroll to heart # 2 this is the mention of skinning animals part!!!) Every time one of Asa's victims' pet dies due to one of his traps or one of his dogs dies or he finds a dead animal, he doesn't like to waste. Asa makes sure the animal is dead before he loads them up and takes them to his workspace, he'll de-skin and clean up the bones for you to keep. If the animal was a bird or something small he'll try and make a necklace with them. He won't tell you how or where he got the bones.

💜 He will definitely try getting you into insects/bugs exoskeleton, he will pull up another chair and teach you how to pin the animals wings and how to frame them for display. He's rather patient with you, and if you enjoy it you and him will have a little weekly date doing that exactly.

💜 Asa would always be on high look out for animal bones as he stalks his next victims. (One time he found a box of animal bones in one of his victims room and took them to give to you on your birthday🖤)

💜 When y'all move in together he will set up the coolest room ever, framed bugs on the wall, cool animal bone decor, and a bone pillow, as a little surprise.

Vincent Sinclair-

He finds your bone obsession to be cute tbh.

💚 He will make you little wax skeleton of your favorite animal. You just came home from helping Lester with Jonesy and you just see Vincent waddling up to you to hand you it. (He's more excited to give you your gift than anything else in the entire world)

💚 Vincent may not leave the house often but Lester does. So every day Vincent asks Lester to try and find some animal bones so that he can wrap them up in a little bouquet.

💚 He makes it a habit to search the bodies before he covers them in wax, he knows people wear shark teeth, alligator teeth and sometimes bones quite a bit.

💚 Once he figured out what was your favorite skeleton he told Bo to take you out to eat somewhere, head to the store for food and let you help in the shop for the day. He told Lester to pick up very specific shades of room paint. (I headcannon that Vincent has trained Lester's eyes to tell the difference between 2 colors that barely have a difference.) Once Lester came back he started painting a detailed mural on the wall.

Bo Sinclair-

Doesn't mind the bones obsession.

💙Bo trys to make him out to be "oh ok." And does nothing about the obsession kind of guy but he fails at that so badly.

💙 "Hey babe, I got you some of these bone shaped candies because you have a weird obsession." (He has to throw a small insult in there or he will literally explode)

💙Bo will sit in the shop all day and work on carving a little bone design into a peice of metal to make a ring/bracelet for you. (Vincent provided the drawings for him to make the ring/bracelet)

💙 This Mother fucker is a good pick pocketer and thief. Every time he sees someone wearing bones he will figure out a way to get it and give it to you.

Lester Sinclair-

Lester is Lester.

❤️He will feed into your obsession the most.

❤️ Every. Single. Day. He will bring you baskets of animal bones (Most of them are teeth)

❤️ Lester would carve you and him matching animal bone knifes, you can't convince me otherwise.

❤️ He would buy you a Lego animal bone set, I can't unsee it. (Most likely one of the dinosaur ones)

Bubba Sawyer-

He misunderstood the assignment a bit

💛 you made the slight mistake of not specifically telling him what bones you exactly liked, so he brings you human bones.

💛 Once you correct him and tell him you ment animal bones he made it his mission to search every single spot for one.

💛 on every note he left you there will be a very tiny animal tooth attached to it.

💛 he'll forget sometimes and accidentally give you human bones again

Thomas Hewitt-

Has a bone obsession too.

🧡 He too has a bone obsession and he made a little case dedicated to y'all's obsession.

🧡 Like Bubba he will not get the assignment unless specifically told animal bones.

🧡 ever since you moved in with the Hewitts you've noticed more and more bone decor. (Tommy just wants you to this the house is nice)

🧡 He got a *your favorite animal* skull tattoo because it reminds him of you <3

Authors note- Hello hello 👋 I hope you enjoyed! Requests are open!!!! Have a lovely day<3

Ps. @stitcheswashere13 was my old account that had a lot of problems with, if you liked my content of there and wondered where I went I'm now here!

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yandere-fics · 4 months

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how would the yans react if their darling was being bullied?

(Rudie is excluded because she never lets you step outside.)

♡ How They React To Their Darling Being Bullied ♡

♡ She's not one for murdering but the people bullying you are as good as dead when Miriel discovers this. It would probably be better if Miriel just killed them instead of dragging it out, first they lose their job, then they're homeless on the streets, then the people in their life suddenly want nothing to do with them, they lose everything and if they don't starve to death they'll likely find thugs chasing them to the edge of the city, chasing them until they are forced into the forest, the forest which every resident of the city knows to fear and for good reason, there's a reason the forest is where Sawyer set up the boundary of the city. If you enter it without her permission then you'll know one of the worst fates known to man, people are only able to pass through peacefully if they've obtained permission. ♡

♡ Murdered brutally in front of you as a show of love if she's revealed her true self to you yet otherwise she'll make a big show of getting them fired to prove she can protect you and then murder them where you can't see. Such brutality is generally looked down upon within the city, while you can murder for the sake of your lover you can not rip them limb from limb like Kassien plans on doing. What can I say Kassien is going gentle on her darling when she only breaks a hand or foot as punishment, it's very easy for her to pull someone's arm off so when she handles you so delicately it shows she cares. ♡

♡ You'll be sitting with her casually and someone makes a snide comment about you, and then suddenly she snaps her fingers and no one can hear that person, if they were going to use their words to be foul then they don't get to keep those words and if they try to get physical with the bullying then she can paralyze them if they're unwilling to peacefully accept the original punishment. Nikki is too busy with work and spending her hours with her mate so why would she waste time on something so unpleasant. ♡

♡ She's trying very hard to maintain her sweet girlfriendly facade but that's difficult when she really needs to kill these beasts right now for harming you. Even if it's just words her first priority is placing herself between you and them since she's so tall any attacks they try to throw at you will miss and hit her and she has a high pain tolerance so it's not going to affect her but pity points from you are still nice. She can even hurt them and make it seem like they just tripped so you won't suspect she's secretly good at dodging attacks. She'll kill them later while you sleep. ♡

♡ She's shocked when she discovers someone is bullying her precious mate when everyone in her company should be well aware she plans to claim you whenever she gets everything in order to properly court you, lots of reservations and renovations to her penthouse that must be done, so someone bullying you while she's been so so patiently waiting is a big shocker. She'll torture them brutally in front of the company on a day you aren't working as an example and then when she's done they get a nice trip to the forest. ♡

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere asks #yandere scenarios #my oc sawyer #my oc mirial #my oc kassien #my oc nikolai #my oc nora

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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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Slashers with an s/o who likes to garden

I have a garden personally and if I had the space I would love to grow more fruits and flowers and plants in general. I thought this would be a cute idea to do and I grouped the Sawyer brothers and the Sinclair brothers together because it just makes more sense to me like that. Anyway I hope this doesn’t suck.

Includes: The Sawyer brothers, Otis Driftwood, and the Sinclair brothers

Warnings: None I can really think of

The Sawyer brothers

I feel like they grew some of their own food before you came along. But you defenitly helped them. You made a garden area where the soil was the best, you constantly made sure the plants were doing well and you kept pests away from it.

When you started to plant wild flowers around the house Bubba got really excited. He always loved picking flowers when he could and you planting these just makes him want to be outside even more.

Drayton would appreciate not having to buy as much herbs saving him money and also keeping stocked up on food. He’ll suggest growing grapes but won’t go super into detail as to you. But honestly you understand why he would want to drink since you have to live with the twins too.

You’ll teach Bubba how to make flower crowns and he’ll wear one whenever he can. You’ll dry out a crown for him so he has one forever.

You could always start compost but I feel like Chop Top would eat whatever fruit falls from the tree. I mean the mean eats his skin so.

Now that there’s fruit Bubbas gonna start to bake pies and whatever else he can.

Drayton might have you help bring some plants over to the gas station to make it more “presentable” in his words.

You’ll also now be able to made some herbal medication for some smaller things.

You’ll also find a way to make dried fruit peels to make the house smell better.

Otis Driftwood

His family doesn’t really have great access to fresh food so you’ll be a big change.

You might have to start with just foraging around for edible plants for yourself because he’s not gonna trust what you picked right away. After he knows it’s safe to eat he’ll make you your own little spot to grow some more fruits and vegtables.

You’ll eventually get real seeds to grow food from and you’ll have to explain to Otis that to grow things like garlic, potato’s and onions you have to plant the actual bulb.

“That’s a waste of damn food.”

He’ll help out as much as he can with the work. If you grow wild flowers he’ll cut some to give to baby and his mom. And he’ll keep some for you too, but if you make a big deal about it or just tease him about it he won’t do it again.

If he finds out your favorite flower and can manage to gets his hands on their seeds or bulbs he’ll grow it for you in secret.

If you get weeds like dandelions or onion grass he’ll question why you keep it so you’ll have to explain that it’s edible (Disclaimer: Yes the dandelions that grow in your yard can be eaten please make sure they aren’t contaminated with weed killer. This goes for most foraging plants.)

If you find something like poison ivy or stinging nettle he’ll ask if he can keep some of it. You know why and regret ever pointing it out to him.

He’ll insist on picking the fruit because he doesn’t like the idea of you being taller than him.

The Sinclair brothers

It started when you found some old seed packs laying around. With nothing better to do you planted them and started to grow some rosemary.

Lester is the one who helps you cook so you let him know about it. I get the feeling he kinda knows how to garden. Like as a kid he learned quickly what plants he can and can’t eat. He also may or may not have stolen seeds from shops and grew his own food in case Trudy took food away as a punishment.

Bo picked up on your little gift by you taking amazing care of all of the lawns and flower beds in town, making everything seem more alive. He’ll talk about maybe making a spot for you to grow some food so he doesn’t have to go into town as often.

You’ll get your supplies from Lester and make your garden in the back of the house.

Lester and Vincent will help take care of it while Bo supplies the rest of the things you need.

Vincent loves watching you work so he can sketch you and the plants. Lester and Bo like to watch you work because well, they’re pervs and I say that with love.

Vincent prefers the fruit you grow and Lester will just eat whatever peppers you grow straight up. The man can eat mostly anything. Bo likes whatever you give him really.

They never grew up with much fresh food and still didn’t really eat it until you started the garden. They really appreciate that you’re doing this for them and they get upset when you have to downsize the garden to fit inside because the weather can’t support the plants outside.

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daeamour · 6 months

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((Turns out I lied and did have some writing in me. Here's a drabble about how Sawyer got their Ukulele and a look into their time in the 2nd Layer of Hell.))

It was meant to be an ambush at one of the many gates to the second level of hell. Led by a newly appointed general of Heaven's army. One far too confident in his abilities and far too zealous in his beliefs. It led with the idea that by taking a gate they could set up a foot hold into entering one of the layers of hell thus turning the tide of the war. What it turned into was a massacre. Despite all their preparations, their planning and plotting they weren't ready for a war fought on enemy soil.

Holy blood bubbles on the floor, rings of flame singe the ground fighting for their last breaths of life before turning to nothing more then smoke and feathers melt to gold seeping into the ground ready for their rebirth. All that remains are the dying the angels too weak to fight but too strong to fall. The ones still grasping onto their holiness hoping for a moment of glory. Yet above them stand the demons who brought their defeat lacking the mercy to end their suffering. Enjoying the show of the angels writhing on the ground desperately clinging to their lives.

They tell you to enjoy this moment that this is a part of the victory. Yet as you wade through the corpses of the dying, slicing wings and halos off one by one, you can't help to think this does not feel like a victory. It feels like a slaughter a day at the butchers preparing meat to be sold in the market. The others do not have the same forethought that you do, they leave the angels to simply die to their unholy injuries. But you know angels and you know they will get back up if you do not deal with them. So you do what you must detaching wings where you can or cracking halos when you must.

As you step past another dying angel a hand grasps onto your ankle tickling the edge of your calcar. Iridescent blood leaks from the hand onto your foot covering it in a translucent wetness. You don't flinch or startle in surprise or even react, all you do is follow the hand to the owner of the body. An angel covered in bloodied and blackened eyes grips your leg desperately their halo cracked but not yet broken. You raise your sword ready to slaughter another creature for market. Yet before you can bring your sword down the thing speaks in it's many echoing voices.

“Wait. Please wait.” There is urgency in it's voice and you expect it to beg for its life. It is rare for an angel to beg for their life but not entirely unheard of. Many a good demon have come from such deals. Traps are laid in the same way however. So you do not lower your sword however you don't attack either. Instead you wait allowing it to make the first move.

“My satchel... I need my satchel.” It points a melting finger towards a pure white bag that lays amongst the burnt remains of former angels. Though it lets go of your leg you do not move knowing full well the trap that this could be. Angels are not as true as god would have their followers believe them to be. “Please. Hurry.”

This time you take a chance trusting that the angel wouldn't waste it's final few moments in existence begging a demon to fall for its trap. Cautiously you approach the bag poking then prodding it with your sword. It doesn't react to the movements no signs of tampering or magic attributions to the exterior of the bag. You lift the bag with the point of your sword careful not to cut it open as you bring it to the angel. You can hear something inside it breathing. The angel takes the bag reaching inside to pull out a Ukulele with an eye where the sound hole ought to be and a mouth where the saddle would be. The angel holds the instrument out to you, the instrument breaths and stares at you mouth formed down into a frown.

“Take it. Please. Take it. I can't... I won't be able... If I don't...” The angel shutters and wheezes by now almost all of it has melted to a black ichor substance. One that even the ground refuses to swallow. You don't know for sure but you suspect the ukulele is a death curse. One that disallows the chance to be born again should the owner die with it still in their possession. You've heard of curses like this before. If you were to deny the angel's request, to simply cut the angels halo in two and move on the curse would have nowhere to go until someone else happened upon the ukulele.

There is no reason for you to take a curse for the sake of an enemy. They have done nothing for you nor your kin. You should feel no compassion for them, no sentiments. Despite this you feel love all the same and still take the damned object. The curse means nothing to you. You get no chances to live again after this. For an angel though a curse like this means everything.

"Thank you..." It has no mouth but in it's many eyes you can see the angel smile. What little remains of the angel turns to gold seeping into the ground. Leaving you stranded alone on the singed battlefield with the cursed instrument smiling up at you.

#❣ Drabbles ❣#❣ Lore ❣#ask to tag #((IDK how to tag this but uhh watch out for talk of war and death?))

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only-lonely-works-of-art · 1 year

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Queen Anne's Lace

Upon the deck of a great bioship, a portly shipherder stood firm. Facing him was a tall and skinny young man, with perfectly styled hair and a loose, tailored suit.

“Now, Mr. Sawyer, I must insist. We cannot sail faster than light in this ship. Anne isn’t capable of safe FTL.”

“Oh, get it through your thick skull already!” Patrick Sawyer, woefully under-prepared captain of the newly commissioned Queen Anne’s Lace, rolled his eyes. “It’s not your choice. I can get another first mate, you know.”

The shipherder gaped at him. “You wouldn’t. I’ve raised Anne up from her infancy!”

“I don’t care for sentimentality. Give the order, or I’ll find someone who will.” Patrick gave him a sick smile. “I want to see how fast this ship will go. Show me.”

“But- really, you can’t! She’s not made for FTL, she’ll burn up!”

“So? I can always buy another ship.”

“And if you burn up all the new ships this side of Gacrux IV?”

“Then I’ll buy one from farther away. Obviously.” Patrick laughed. “Didn’t I pay you already, Gibbs?”

Gibbs watched him quietly, saying nothing as he contemplated the most recent phrase from Sawyer’s lips. While not originally a star sailer, Christopher Gibbs had been recruited as Sawyer’s mate at the commissioning of their new ship. Queen Anne’s Lace was the finest bioship from the new generation, raised up on the finest mutton and octane until her maturity. If care was proper, she would be able to serve for decades as a premiere ship, with space for a crew of a hundred and a herd of a thousand cattle for her sustenance. If wasted on faster-than-light travel, her lifespan would not last longer than a few short jumps. The voyage Patrick intended to take was very long; she would barely survive.

“Fine. If you waste this beauty, it’s not my problem.” Gibbs shook his head as he signaled to the crew. “More money for me and my folks, raising up the next generation.”

Patrick gave him a wide grin, exposing bright white teeth– another privilege of wealth. “Wonderful. Let’s be off. To the forests of Trevail III!”

Despite all of Gibbs’ best judgement, the crew cheered.

—

Time passed quickly in the lightstream. Gibbs wasn’t used to it– Patrick even less so. Faster-than-light travel wasn’t for the faint of heart or coddled children, and as Patrick retched, Gibbs felt a sick twist of satisfaction in his gut.

As the ship sailed, a faint shriek could be heard. Above the crew, the steel roof of the bridge groaned. A deep shudder rocked the ship, and all those without space legs found their bodies unbalanced. The ship was shaking, and she could only take so much strain.

“Shut it down!” A pilot called across the bridge. “Stop the travel! The ship is failing!”

“No!” Patrick shouted, his face pink and veins standing out against his skin. “Keep going until we reach the Trevail system.”

“Anne is burning!” The pilot shook his head. “Sir, she’ll die if we keep this up much longer! We’re still light-years away.”

“Can she make it?”

“Yes, but–”

“Keep going!” There was a wild light in Patrick’s eyes. “Don’t stop.”

“I… as you wish,” the pilot responded, disturbed. The ship was making sounds now. Instead of her usual creaking, there was a deep groaning, increasing in volume. A sound of pain, of fear.

Queen Anne’s Lace was screaming, the sound lost to all but those within her.

—

Trevail III came into view right as Queen Anne fell out of the lightstream. Sitting just above orbit, she cried out in agony. Rivulets of fluid ran down the sides of her inner cavities, staining her pure-white flesh a pale pink. The floor creaked and groaned, setting a few souls off-kilter as they lost their balance.

Again she screamed, and all the sailors clapped their palms over their ears.

Patrick knelt on the deck of the bridge, staring out the bay windows at the planet below. He raised his voice, but no one heard his voice above the ship until her scream subsided.

“Is that it? Trevail III?!”

No answer came; in the silence, some were wary to uncover their ears. Patrick scrambled to his feet, rushing to the front of the ship, staring out the window with wide eyes. Only inches in front of him, the hardened corneal windows pulsed with red vessels, glowing hot from the friction of FTL in only near-vacuum. He didn’t touch the window.

Below them, a yellow planet swirled, its clouds ever-shifting. A ring surrounded it, composed of dust and hematite. The iron red of the mountains peeked through brown clouds, and within them, black specks of magnetite aloft from updraft currents. Silver rivers ran down the slopes, painting the valleys in reflective glory.

Patrick smiled, the expression stretching wide from cheek to cheek. “We’re here.”

Gibbs looked up, hazarding a glance at Queen Anne. Through the steel mesh, he spied the red flesh above him pulsing. Soft and wet, its vessels strained against the heavy pressure of its circulation. The muscles of his prized ship were atrophied, her skin no doubt forever scarred. Her screams still echoed in his ears. Her death had already been chosen for her, only weeks after she finished maturing.

“You’re done sailing,” he whispered. “I’m sorry, Anne.”

—

Deep in the ports of Trevail III, the scrapyards were abuzz with activity. Fresh ship meat was rare in the Trevail system: even rarer was her complete herd of prize cattle.

The yard owners gossiped, whispering among themselves. Longhorn cattle, they murmured, was the kind Mr. Sawyer kept. Hard to maintain, best for ships aside from mutton, and vicious if they wanted to be. He’d bring them on his next ship, when he received it, but for a price, a bull and a few cows wouldn’t go amiss… not that anyone had the guts to proposition buying them off such a well-respected banker’s heir.

As for Queen Anne’s Lace, she rested in the finest meatyard, abandoned as she heaved her last oxygen-rich breaths and let her blood flow freely. She would die in time, as street rats and gargantuan insects slowly took their share of her flesh. Eventually her organs would be harvested, her muscle sliced apart for hauling and use; sinew would be chopped into the lowest-grade feed. Anesthetic was hard to come by in the meatyards, and none would be given, even to such a fine ship– Mr. Sawyer wasn’t keen on wasting his money that way. Even a killing blow to the brain was unnecessary.

With every slice, another deep breath hitched, and a faint shriek was heard. No one paid it any attention. Such was the way of the vast, unkind universe.

#my writing #original work #sci-fi #body horror #cw: blood #cw: death #cw: injury #spaceflight #faster than light travel #spaceships #bioship universe #oc: patrick sawyer #oc: gibbs #biological engineering

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whatdoesshedotothem · 2 years

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Friday 12 June 1835

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no kiss very fine morning F74° in my dressing room at 6 ¾ and 70° at 7 20 am in my study - Out with the workmen till 8 20 - breakfast at 8 ½ - Mr Warburton came soon after 9 to speak to A- as requested by her in her note to him yesterday, to speak about Miss North’s house - staid about an hour, and I was in the drawing room with them almost the whole time - he seemed much pleased at having been sent for and at the handsome manner in which A- behaved - we both congratulated him handsomely on getting the school - we had not left the drawing room before Mr Parker came (A- wrote on Wednesday and sent for him) soon after 10 and staid till 11 - Mr Freeman disappointed at not getting the stone - his own fault, he not having even put in a bid, which was well known by all the people at the letting - Pickells had told Mr P- or had said to someone, he (P-) had a £100 in the land - said I was afraid we should now have law about the Spiggs water drain - mentioned about the Whiskam road and letting the carts go to and from the quarry for £10 per annum and I to pay this sum to Hainsworth for keeping the road in repair for me for one year - A- had much talk about Mr WP- respecting whom she had sent for Mr Parker, desiring the latter to write her a note to shew to Mrs Ann Walker shewing who got the opinion respecting Mrs AW-’s claiming her arrears annuity - A- shewed Mr Parker no! read to him Mr Gray’s copy of WP-‘s letter to Messrs. G- stating that he would give up the waste without hesitation - Mr Parker surprised that no attempt at excuse was made for having taken the waste - declared he would never have signed such a letter - a few minutes with my father and Marian and then from 11 10 to 12 walked with A- in the walk - gave her wine and water and biscuit and left her on the sofa and then out with men till 1 - then till 1 ½ wrote the above of today - read from p. 282 to 293 Philip on Idiopathic fever (vol. 1) -

SH:7/ML/E/18/0048

then sat with A- at her luncheon and afterwards asleep on the sofa - A- off at 3 on the pony (George riding Ruthin the gin horse) to call at Heath, and go to Tate’s garden to bespeak plants [of] lilies of the valley - she got home at 6 25 - I with the workmen from 3 to 6 ¾ - dinner at 6 50 - coffee - sometime with my father and Marian - then read tonight’s paper - A- had letter from Captain Sutherland - he agrees to one of her 5 prepositions - she is to take Lot 1 with Bouldshaw farm and clough, and coal in the land (altogether value about £1400) thrown in - and to have the contiguity lot (for nothing said against it) as awarded by Washington - had Washington at 3 ½ this afternoon - Holt never came - sent W- to see if he (H-) was at Walker pit and whether H- there or not, W- to look after stones for rag covers and bottoms - for engine pit goit - Had meat on Monday at dinner and have not eaten any since - the 2 sawyers here today and yesterday and Wednesday? - finished with John Bottomely 2 one horse carts tonight - ¼ hour with my aunt till 10 10 - very fine day but more overcast and cooler than yesterday or Wednesday - F68° now at 10 ¾ pm

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razorfst · 9 months

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@metalsiren con't from here

He had been sound asleep, peacefully laying beside her on his stomach with his arm around her waist. But she wasn't in the same situation as him, he lay there unware of the nightmare she was experiencing until it became too much to ignore. What he had originally assumed was her moving about to be comfortable or just a small moment in a dream had turned out to be much more. It's the whimper that starts to stir him, his brow furrowing as his head lifts from the pillow. At first he thought it was Razvan but that wasn't possible. His attention then shifted to Sawyer beside him, his brow furrowing in worry as green gaze adjusted to the darkness to see her scared expression. But she was still asleep. Something else catches his attention, a tear? What was happening? It seemed he didn't have to wait long as in the next moment she's practically leaping out of the bed.

Andrei lifts his arm off of her as he moves back, caught off guard by the action and her scream. She wastes no time in moving off of the bed and having her back against the wall. It's then he realizes what she had to have been dreaming about. He immediately follows her out of bed but moves slowly once he is close so as not to scare her. His expression is nothing but worry and concern as he slowly drops to one knee, his arms reaching out to her in an attempt to soothe. He doesn't flinch when she reaches out to him, her nails digging into his skin, she needed to know he was real and she was going to. He wasn't going anywhere, he was here in front of her now. It breaks his heart to see her like this, knowing bringing her into this life was the cause. Still, he lets her take him in a moment before he pulls her towards him.

"I know...." Andrei replies softly, arms wrapping around her to keep her against him as a way to comfort, make her feel safe. "You're safe, you're home." He says it as one hand starts to run down her head and hair. "And I'm not going anywhere, I promise." He places a soft kiss to the top of her head. "We'll sit here as long as we need to." A gentler side to the Romanian, one he never really showed was displayed here. Hell, he didn't know he was fully capable of it until her. Then again, he thinks he is only capable of it because of her and now he hopes it can be what she needs after the damage his life has caused on her.

#metalsiren #🔪 — мy ғaмιly ιѕ мy ѕтrengтн and мy weaĸneѕѕ ╲ ( verѕe 06 )#( how dare )

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mosneakers · 2 years

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Coraleye: I beg your pardon? Sandra: Beg away, Darling. I know exactly what you're doing. Very classy. Coraleye: Are you insinuating that I'm heading to Tycho's room, without Mira knowing about it? Sandra: I'm not insinuating anything. Just observing.

Coraleye: Oh good to know. Because I observed that your boyfriend, Malcolm Landgraab was with you just a moment ago, which is interesting because I'm pretty sure he's legally not allowed to be anywhere near Brick and Sawyer. They have a restraining order against him. You know, from when he continued to stalk Sawyer months after she dumped him... But you knew that.

Sandra: Oh, you're threatening me! What are you going to do? Call the authorities? Nothing will come out of that, my mother will take care of it. Don't waste your time.

Coraleye: Hm, maybe. [Shrugs] But I know how invested in this wedding she is, and having the authorities show up would be pretty inconvenient, right? Might cause a scene, ya know? So how about we both just continue on with our nights, and let whatever happens behind closed doors be kept to ourselves, yeah? Keep things running smoothly. Sandra: [Through gritted teeth] You don't know who you're dealing with, Darling. [exhales] You saw NOTHING.

Coraleye: Same to you. [Walks away]

#ts4 #ts4 story #the sims 4 #MD4 #Coraleye Darling #DarlingWedding:AfterMidnight #Sandra Elderberry #MD4season9

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I wonder, Slashers do something that makes their S / O very hurt (maybe they said something they shouldn't have or something else) they turn around and find their S / O crying, she says "Why do you hate me? I love you, but I'm making you suffer ... do you want me to leave? "

First off, ouch 😭

How the Slashers react to hurting their s/o

“Why do you hate me? I love you, but I’m making you suffer... do you want me to leave?”

Thomas Hewitt

Okay tbh our bab Tommy would never do anything to hurt his S/O. Like... ever

But hearing you say those words in pain? He wished he was dead, so that your pain would end.

This situation makes him so stressed he sees black spots and he gets dizzy. He starts to hate himself entirely 😭🥀🖤

How could he ever hurt you? His love, his light, his angel?💖🖤

You can see he is hesitant, but his eyes tell everything. They swirl with regret and desperation for your forgiveness—

He just stares into your eyes as they well up, and he wants to reach out to wrap his arms around you— in the familiar warmth— but he falters

His hands are no longer worthy of you

He ends up running away.

GO AFTER HIMMMMM😭😭💖💖💕💕

Jason Vorhees

The only time he hurts you like so is on ACCIDENT. He’s too soft 🥺💖

If he could speak, he would say, “Don’t leave Jason.”

Over and over again.

Soft and stoic abt it, but internally, he’s wrenching in pain

He wants so desperately to tell you he loves you more than anything— that he’s sorry

But nothing emits from his deteriorating gash of a mouth

His eyes tell you a thousand times he’s sorry, he wants to go to his knees and beg for you to forgive him— beg you not to leave him 🥀

How could you say that? He’s genuinely confused, because you’ve never done anything to upset him😞💖

You’ve only been his sweet angel, who brings him joy and happiness, and loved him through everything ☀️🌷💕

He would shed oceans of blood for you❤️

It hurts him beyond consolation, so be upset, be cross, but do not leave him 🥀

Michael Myers

First off. No.

Stoic man is stoic

But internally he’s like, “I need u, dumb bitch.” uWu ❤️

You will get no reaction from him WHATSOEVER

He will stand there idly while you stare back, waiting for a response. Just know you’re wasting your time if you wanted a reaction.

I know it says “do you want me to leave?”, but if you tried, lol I dare you to even act remotely suspicious near a door or window.

He is EXTREMELY possessive and the thought of letting you slip through his fingers brings him tremendous rage.

Don’t stare too long and challange him tho uWu he will probably break you 🤭❣️(not in the fun way)

Blocks his emotions out of instinct so he probably won’t feel bad because of what you said.

I recommend distancing yourself and stop doing things for him if you really want an answer. He’ll realize he needs you, emotionally and all.

He’ll go out to kill some lady for her jewelry and leave out a couple necklaces and rings he thinks you’ll like, and that’s as close to an apology he’ll ever get 😊💜

Bubba Sawyer

U did not just say that 🥺

Even moreso than Thomas or Jason, he will n e v e r be mad at u or give u the impression that he hates u

If u ever said that to him, he would probably stare down at you, his eyes welling in pain before it all comes crashing down—

“Why would u say that Y/n” 😭😭

He’s a dramatic boo so he’ll probably drop to his knees and hug your waist, sobbing.

He might blubber out, “no leave bubbb.... *hiccup* no leave—“

He’s probably more of the vocal slashers, assuring you in broken English that he loves you and doesn’t want you to leave. 😭💖💕

Bo Sinclair

Looks behind him at you, before turning away and leaving.

This man doesn’t do emotion. Uwu 🖤

Tbh he’s embarrassed to be in this situation and puts the guilt on himself 💔🥺

He’s all in his head about this, to be honest 🥺

He probably will treat you like normal, hoping you forget about it and get over it lol

PDA doesn’t change a bit uWu. Whether you’re mad or happy, you’re Bo’s and nothing can change that hon. U don’t have a say in the matter uWu 🥀💖💖

But in his head he tries to think about what he did wrong, blames himself for a lot of stuff, and begins to think he’s not worthy of you 💔💔🥺🥀

This is when he’ll be very remorseful and at most will probably stroke your cheek while gazing intensely at you when you’re sleeping, and just a lot of lingering touches.

Just know that he’s sorry, even though he doesn’t say it 🥺💖💕

Brahms Heelshire

100% lil shit will dote on you with affection like “noooo dont leaveeeee 😏”secretly already prepared for your eventual escape with like 400 diff traps and a panic room

“I need youuuuu to make me cereal” 🥺🥺💕💖💕💖

Super touchy, uses his child voice to coax you into his arms as he gives you affection and love uWu

Will probably make u forget everything in the span of five minutes as he probably attaches himself to your leg and calls u sweet names in his child voice lell 💕💖😊

Tbh I don’t really see Brahms feeling necessarily bad about how you feel. He probably doesn’t understand the concept of healthy love so, hearing you say that stuff makes him think you’re not going to do things for him

Uwu sorry he’s like Michael but a brat🤭💕

So he’ll make sure you don’t think that uWu 😚💖 he’ll probably make u a pb and j with milk and cuddle u while u eat and sneak a few bites

Hope u liked ittt 💖💖

#slashers #thomas hewitt #Jason Vorhees #Michael Myers #bubba Sawyer #bo sinclair #Brahms Heelshire #slasher headcannons #thomas hewitt headcannon #jason vorhees headcannon #michael myers headcannon #bubba sawyer headcanons #bo sinclair headcannon #brahms heelshire headcanons

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libraryofsouls · 4 years

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jealousy meter - masked slasher edition

masked slashers jealousy hcs + how to quell their anger.

Asa Emory / The Collector

controls his temper really well but the vibes he gives off just screams murder.

if you’re being hit on, he’ll step in before ushering you behind him. sarcastically asks the stranger if they needed anything.

if they're persistent, asa will get more ....uncivil by the minute. he won’t start a fight though.

if they touch you - he’s going to be PISSED. now it’s personal. he’ll waste no time in prying their filthy little fingers off you.

again, he won’t start a fight but he’ll have any notable features memorized so he can deal with them later on.

rating: 8/10. won’t publicly fight anyone but this man holds grudges. touching you = stuffs them in a trunk for his own twisted amusement. might even show it off to you if he’s feeling particularly immoral.

solution: distract him. cling to his arm and take his attention away from the poor idiot who tried flirting with you. not usually a fan of pda but he’ll have an arm around you for protection. no amount of sweet-talking will stop him from abducting the creep later on though.

Brahms Heelshire

unsurprisingly gets jealous of the only other person you get to talk to.

who takes this long to drop off some groceries? why can’t he take a bloody cheque and just fuck off already?

somehow, in some way, he’s going to figure out how to get that fool out of the house without being seen.

was he... hitting on you? gasp! THE NERVE-- starts breaking objects in other rooms. scatters rat corpses all over the man’s car.

brahms will either be grabby hands at you as soon as you’re alone or just stubbornly keep you in his arms until you make him feel better.

rating: 10/10. hates it whenever the grocery boy drops by, especially when he’s blatantly checking you out. especially if he’s still breathing. AWFUL tantrums during and afterwards.

solution: praise him while showering him with affection. hold him tight and tell him how much you love him. kisses make his anger melt away fast. let him glue himself onto you until the next week or he’ll get upset.

Bubba Sawyer / Leatherface

thinks he’s not exactly ideal boyfriend material and he knows how much you prefer not being a cannibal.

big boy sad. initially gets mad when he sees someone flirt with you, but he’s plagued with insecurities. maybe you wanted someone normal and nice-looking. maybe you’re sick of living with the sawyers.

snaps out of it if he sees you uncomfortable. bubba is quick on his feet! don’t worry he’ll save you!!! literally saws the man in half.

creeper? dead. meat? acquired. yee? haw. he’ll quickly check to see if you’re okay. doesn’t quite understand if you freak out on him.

chainsaw go brrr. bubby doesn’t hold grudges and he’s not mad at you or ...whoever this guy was! he’s a simple man: he sees a problem, he saws it in half.

rating: 5/10. not above keeping you in a room to avoid unwanted attention. just gets sad and insecure a lot. tries to “save” you from everyone.

solution: just as easily swayed. please keep reassuring him otherwise he’s just going to keep tearing himself down. usually just reminding him how much you love him will work but why not give him some extra cuddles while you’re at it?

Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull

very possessive. confident in himself and your relationship but gets an ego boost every time he successfully adds to his body count.

he sees a threat, he eliminates it. simple as that. jesse has more patience than the rest but his violent tendencies tend to get the better of him.

very observant so he’s most likely already blocking you from a creep. uses his towering figure to lowkey cover you. what is he doing, you ask? oh nothing, dear. pets you.

if they still stupidly pursue, he’ll be an asshole about it. “exit’s that way, pal.”

if a stranger tries to reach out for you - it’s game over. let’s just say he might not care if his partner has a weak stomach.

rating: 10/10. bathes in the blood of your fallen admirers. if he feels especially sinister he’ll let them live to pour salt on their wounds. snogs you in front of them after he’s broken both their legs.

solution: literally nothing. jesse’s just the type to kill people for fun. trying to reassure him would just feed into his ego.

Jason Voorhees

believes that his protection is the only thing he can offer you so if he happens to fail at that, he’s going to blame himself for the longest time.

if you’re within the stranger’s reach, alarm bells are rapidly going off in his mind. too close. they might hurt you. silently hopes you run away.

they might not even be able to get a word out honestly? being tackled by jason voorhees probably feels like being hit by a train.

if he’s somehow preoccupied with other trespassers and found you a bit late, he’ll see red as soon as he discovers a horny trespasser had been harassing his beloved!

full speed ahead! all aboard the jason train!

avoids killing in front of you if possible. at the best of his days he’s still questioning why you even stay with him. you’re not afraid of him now but you might change your mind if you see him off someone with his bare hands. it’s a risk he’s not willing to take.

rating: 7/10. similar to bubba, he often tries to “save” you from everyone. he’s also got a lot of insecurities himself so he might keep you in his cabin as an absolute last resort.

solution: heavy dose of TLC. jason’s indifferent towards verbal affirmations - he’s seen people lie all the time. the best way to reassure him is through actions: holding him, mending his clothes, helping around the camp, etc. it’s the little things that have the biggest impact on him.

Michael Myers

the most possessive out of the bunch. stalks you all the time because he’s mike myers and that’s what he does.

hates people and tolerates you at best. people around you though? ick. talking to you and smiling at you? disgusting. doesn’t even smile at you himself, but it’s not like you expect him to. and that’s why you’re his tolerable little thing.

flirting with you? VILE. he’s already made his way inside the premises. mikey is going to back this person into a corner and take his sweet time.

also stalks anyone you meet regularly. don’t be surprised if they rant to you about the harmless but unsettling encounters with a “masked man.”

you are not free from michael’s wrath. he’s going to mark you up in any way he can. if he’s feeling especially territorial he might even show up maskless at your workplace to “pick you up.” (cue him rawing you in the nearest restroom.)

rating: 100/10. AWFUL. he’s gone off the charts, folks! all you need now is a leash and a collar and you’re all set. luckily this hasn’t crossed his mind yet.

solution: bold of you to assume he’s doing this for you. you better believe mikey’s just doing this for his own satisfaction. this man is simply a asshole and nothing can stop him.

Thomas Hewitt / Leatherface

middle man tommy is both insecure and possessive, but he does genuinely care about you. unlike bastard hands mcmike.

very similar to bubba. he’s haunted by his insecurities and believes well in the fact that others can offer a lot more for you than he can.

he won’t jump in with the saw right away, but he’ll immediately come to your side. just kinda stands there and looks as menacing as possible, just silently daring them to try something.

he’ll make sure to put himself between you and the stranger. if they persist then he’ll get to the wrangling. won’t kill them if hoyt isn’t around but won’t let them go unscathed either.

lowkey gets clingy after the ordeal. you need to be in his sights now at all times. won’t keep you around the gore but he’s always within earshot.

rating: 9/10. more likely to keep you in a confined space for safekeeping. you’re too good for this world and tommy’s not about to let anybody hurt you.

solution: very similar to jason, he needs a HEFTY amount of TLC. more actions instead of words. would probably get emotional if you whisper sweet nothings to him though.

Vincent Sinclair

very insecure and would bend over backwards for you. doesn’t get possessive but worries you’ll get tired of him.

he’s also going to convince himself that you’re much better off with a “better-looking” boyfriend that can give you a normal life.

if a victim starts flirting with you, he's already close by, listening intently. wax man sneaky. he’ll knock them out mid-conversation and pull them away from you. saves them for last so they can watch all their companions get waxed.

if they touch you though, he’ll jump in and disembowel them in two seconds flat.

either way - he’s not going to turn them into wax figures. please don’t ask him why. he’s too ashamed to admit his jealousy.

rating: 6/10. stews in his own insecurities and sulks a lot. only time he’ll get angry is if someone touches you inappropriately - then he’ll get extremely violent.

solution: keep him company. seriously, you don’t even need any sort of activity. just do your own thing in the basement while he works on his art and he’ll be more at ease. (but he also enjoys random kisses throughout the day too, he’s just too shy to ask.)

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swan-of-sunrise · 3 years

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Specs and the Flyboy (Chapter Nineteen-Part Two)

Summary: The team begins their mission to retrieve Michael Carter and destroy Zodiac, but not before having several heart-to-hearts and a quiet conversation between two partners.

Pairing: Jack Thompson X Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings/Disclaimers: References to torture

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I hope that you enjoy!

Chapter Nineteen (Part II) The Forests of the Lithuanian Soviet Socialist Republic (Previous Chapter)

“You see anything yet, Specs?”

(Y/N) sighed through her nose but didn’t look away from her binoculars as she called back, “Not since you asked me two minutes ago, Flyboy. What’s the rush, you got a hot date or something?”

“No, I’m too busy watching my partner perch herself on an unstable, snow-covered tree branch fifteen feet in the air. Seriously, (Y/N), I really should be the lookout-”

“That’s not happening, Jack; in case you’ve forgotten, you’re still recovering from a severe case of hypothermia and torture.” Tearing herself away from the binoculars, she looked down and raised a brow when she spotted Jack’s concerned frown and crossed arms. “Why don’t you go check on the others and make sure Howard isn’t teaching Henry any bad habits?”

Jack heaved a sigh but reluctantly complied, grumbling under his breath as he trudged towards their truck, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes in mild exasperation before returning her attention to the binoculars. They were stationed a little less than a mile away from a large warehouse-facility, hidden away in the dense forest, and waiting for Peggy’s signal to proceed with the next phase of their plan; after they decoded Michael’s final message, Howard was finally able to enhance the photographs they’d taken back at Attwell Airfield and since all the maps depicted led them directly to the structure hidden away in the Lithuanian forests, it was a safe bet that that was where the Secret Empire was meeting with Leviathan.

In theory, the plan they’d come up with was simple: Extract Michael Carter, destroy Zodiac and go home. They’d agreed to split up into two teams of four; Peggy, Dugan, Sawyer and Pinkerton would enter the north side of the facility and (Y/N), Jack, Henry and Howard would enter its south side. Each group would make its way through the facility, (Y/N)’s with the intention of procuring Zodiac and Peggy’s in search of Michael, then they’d leave as quietly as they’d come.

There were countless things that could go wrong with their plan, that much was true, but (Y/N) had faith in her group of rag-tag companions and their impressive skills. Even the occasionally-annoying flyboy who’s spent the past half an hour circling this tree like a nervous Nellie, she smiled to herself; although he was still recovering from his recent injuries, Jack had insisted on accompanying them on their mission and (Y/N) knew better than to waste precious time arguing with her hard-headed partner. That man’ll be the death of me, she thought with a quiet chuckle, her eyes still trained on the forest of trees in the distance.

Not long after, (Y/N) spotted the flashes of light reflecting off of Peggy’s compact mirror and translated the Morse Code before securing her binoculars around her neck and calling down, “All clear, time for Phase Two!” She started making her way down the tree, getting about halfway down when Jack reappeared below her. “Peggy and the others are in position, so it’s time to go.”

“Copy that, Specs, but you’ve gotta be more careful or else you’ll-” The branch (Y/N) stepped down onto suddenly snapped, sending her sprawling onto the piles of snow about six feet below and briefly knocking the air out of her lungs. “Fall.” Jack was standing at her side in an instant, his hand stretched out for her to take and his expression a strange mixture of concern and amusement. “You know, I could’ve sworn that I predicted that happening…”

“You’re very funny, smart-ass,” (Y/N) grumbled as she took his hand, allowing him to help her to her feet; the power behind his action took her by surprise and before she could steady herself, she stumbled right into him. Her hands had automatically latched onto his broad shoulders and when she felt his arm snake itself around her waist, her eyes flicked up and met his blue ones; realizing just how close his face was to hers, her heart began to race but she didn’t immediately pull away from him like she’d done in the past. Instead, she brought a hand up and trailed her fingertips over the bruise that stretched across his cheekbone; it was already beginning to turn a yellowish hue and when she brushed over the edge of it, he flinched and she winced in sympathy. “Sorry…you’re not in too much pain, are you?”

Jack smirked and opened his mouth to reply, but grew serious when she didn’t smile back. “It still hurts a bit but it’s nothing I can’t manage, (Y/N). I’ll feel a whole lot better once we finish this mission and go home.” She nodded and began pulling away from him, but stopped herself when his hand gently tightened on her waist and his expression shifted from reassuring to apprehensive. “Look, we don’t really know what we’re walking into and there’s a helluva lot riding on this mission, so I…I wanted…you’ll be careful, right?”

The earnest look in his blue eyes combined with the weight of his hand on her waist nearly made (Y/N) go weak in the knees, but she suppressed the sudden surge of affection as she nodded again. “Of course, just as careful as my calm and level-headed partner’ll be out there. Maybe even more.” Jack’s lips curved into a small smile at that. “Everything’s going to be fine out there, Jack, I promise. Now c’mon, the others are waiting for us…”

Biting back her growing smile, (Y/N) walked beside Jack as they made their way over to where the others were waiting. Daniel was already seated in the driver’s seat of the truck, his expression clouded with apprehension; he’d allowed Peggy to go along with the Howling Commandos and stayed behind to act as their backup without an argument, but it was clear to anyone with eyes that he was worried about his girlfriend. Edwin was preoccupied with adjusting the sleeves of his bomber jacket and Howard was talking away to Henry, who was listening to the inventor with barely-concealed awe. “Good news, Daniel, there’s a small clearing about a quarter of a mile southeast of here that should give you two plenty of cover.”

Daniel nodded, starting the truck’s engine and calling out, “Okay, Jarvis, it’s time to go.”

“Yes, of course, Chief Sousa!” Edwin hurriedly got into the passenger seat before addressing (Y/N). “Miss (Y/L/N), are you quite sure that Mr. Stark will be all right going with you and Chief Thompson?”

“He’ll be just fine, Jarvis; he’s only coming along with us for his scientific insight, that’s all.” (Y/N) flashed him a reassuring smile, touched by the concern the butler had for the inventor’s well-being; her smile faltered when her eyes drifted over to where Jack, Howard and Henry were gathered, worry furrowing her brow as she scrutinized the rookie officer’s youthful face. “To be perfectly honest, though, I’m more concerned for Henry. Howard’s been in plenty of tough scrapes over the years but Henry…?”

“With two highly-skilled SSR operatives watching his back, I’m sure the kid’ll be in good hands.” Daniel’s words were meant to put her at ease but her anxiety refused to disappear; the rookie officer reminded her far too much of Freddie for her to be placated with words of comfort. The chief’s eyes looked past her at Jack, who was slinging a rifle strap over his shoulder as he walked over to them. “Watch each other’s six, okay? We don’t have any idea what’s inside that facility; for all we know, this could be where Leviathan’s training more of their spies.”

Jack nodded and gave him a playful salute. “You got it, Chief.” The two of them watched as the truck drove off into the forest, turning and walking over to Howard and Henry once it disappeared from view. “All right, fellas, when we get in there, Agent (Y/L/N) and I’ll take point. Zhang, it’ll be your job to cover our backs and keep Stark out of trouble-”

“O-Okay, Chief Thompson, it’s just that…” Henry swallowed nervously and his hands clutched the shoulder strap of his rifle as he continued, “Well, the police academy didn’t really train us to handle a situation like this and I’m not sure I know what to do but I don’t want to let you all down and-”

“Hey,” Stepping forward, (Y/N) rested her hands on the rookie officer’s shoulders and looked him directly in his panicked eyes. “Take a couple of deep breaths for me, Henry. Can you do that?” He nodded, and she smiled kindly at him when she felt his shoulders beginning to relax. “That’s it, Fred-” (Y/N) caught herself before she could say the rest of her brother’s name; Henry didn’t seem to notice her slip-up but out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Jack and Howard exchanging sympathetic glances as they turned away to give the two of them some privacy. As she stood there in front of the rookie officer and watched him rapidly blink away his tears, a distant memory suddenly came to the forefront of her mind…

“Freddie, what the hell are you doing here?!” (Y/N) asked, her brow raising in disbelief as the smiling sixteen-year-old jumped off his bicycle and leaned it against the station-house. “If Mother and Father find out that you skipped school to see me off-”

“I don’t care if they find out,” Freddie’s smirk widened as he shrugged. “There’s no way in hell they were gonna stop me from seein’ my big sister ‘fore she leaves.”

A reluctant smile played on her lips and she shook her head in exasperation. “I swear, you’re such a little troublemaker…”

“Oh, I wonder who I learned that from?” (Y/N) playfully swatted her brother’s arm while he laughed; the two of them sat down on a nearby bench and looked out at the empty train tracks, the tense silence finally broken by his quiet plea, “Take me with you.”

(Y/N) sighed, unable to turn and face Freddie; since the moment she’d told him about Bletchley Park, she’d dreaded the day that he’d inevitably try and convince her to bring him along. “Freddie…please don’t make this any harder than it already is.”

Ignoring her plea, Freddie hurriedly knelt on the ground in front of her and grabbed her hands. “I wouldn’t be any trouble, I-I could get a job to help you pay the bills! We could finally live somewhere far away from Ma and Pop, and I’ll even try joinin’ the army-”

“Stop it, Freddie!” (Y/N) spoke sharply, instantly regretting her tone when he visibly flinched; her shoulders sagged and she sighed. “I’m sorry for yelling, bud, it’s just…where I’m going is incredibly dangerous, and it’s only going to get worse the longer the war goes on.” She smoothed his hair back and forced herself to smile. “You’re sixteen years old; your only concern right now should be keeping your nose clean and graduating high school, not a war happening half a world away.”

Tears began to well up in his eyes. “If it’s so dangerous then how come you’re goin’? Why’re you leavin’ me here by myself?”

“Freddie, the last thing I’d ever want to do is leave you, but…” (Y/N)’s hands tightened around his as she continued. “I have an opportunity to use my skills to do the right thing. Sometimes doing the right thing’s hard, but that doesn’t mean we just lie down and stop trying. It doesn’t seem like it now but I’m going to England for you, bud, to make the world a better place for you to live in. Does that make sense?” Freddie sniffed and wiped away his tears with the sleeve of his coat as he nodded. “I’ll write to you every week, okay? And you can write me back as many times as you want about whatever’s on your mind; about school, about baseball, about your adorable crush on Susan Holloway…”

“I don’t have a crush on Susan Holloway!” Freddie insisted with an embarrassed smile. “She and I are just lab partners in Biology!”

“Whatever you say, bud.” (Y/N) chuckled, reaching forward and pulling her brother into a tight hug. “Who knows? I might even be back in time to see you graduate next year!”

He snorted. “I don’t wanna let you down, but I’m barely passin’ Math and it’s only Algebra; you’re the brains of the (Y/L/N) family, remember?”

“Well, then, it’s a good thing I left all my old Math notes on your desk this morning,” Pulling away, (Y/N) rested her hands on either side of Freddie’s face and smiled as she took one last look at him, a distant train whistle sounding through the air while she continued. “And you could never let me down, Freddie. Never.”

Blinking away her own tears, (Y/N) refocused her attention back on the hyperventilating young man before her. “Henry, you remember the other night when you told us you were a fan of Captain America? How you read all his comics and listened to all his radio shows? Well, those comics and radio shows don’t tell the full story about Steve Rogers; when he was chosen to participate in Project Rebirth, he weighed less than a hundred pounds, had a laundry-list of medical issues and barely any basic military training. But Steve beat out every single candidate because he, all ninety-eight pounds of him, was the only one who had what it took to be a hero and none of it came from a test tube.” Henry’s eyes were still widened, but (Y/N) was pleased to see that he’d stopped breathing so heavily. “And right now, I’m looking at someone who’s got all the same things that Steve Rogers had even before he became Captain America.”

“Really?”

(Y/N) smiled patiently at his timid question. “How many other rookie officers do you think would travel all the way to the Lithuanian Soviet Socialist Republic to save the world and a man they’ve never met?” He chuckled once and she patted his shoulders before letting go of them. “Everything’ll be okay, Officer Zhang, all you have to do is follow our lead and trust your instincts. You’re not going to let anyone down.”

Nodding, Henry took a steadying breath and flashed her a small grin of thanks; they both made their way over to where Jack and Howard were standing, and (Y/N) felt her face warm when she noticed the way her partner was looking at her with eyes filled with unabashed pride. He quickly looked away once he realized she’d caught him staring and cleared his throat, his face flushing a little as he addressed them all, “Like Peggy said earlier, no weapon discharge unless absolutely necessary. Keep your eyes peeled and remember, our priority is to retrieve Zodiac and get the hell out of there; it’s the others’ job to extract Michael, not ours. Are we clear?”

Henry still looked a little nervous but he gave Jack a firm nod, and Howard simply raised his hand in the air. Letting out a sigh of exasperation, (Y/N) wearily asked, “Yes, Howard?”

“When do I get my gun?” The expectant smirk on the inventor’s face fell when (Y/N) and Jack both rolled their eyes. “What? C’mon, (Y/N), I know how to handle weapons! I invent them, for Pete’s sake, that’s gotta count for somethin’!”

“…Howard, I was in your lab that time you nearly blew yourself up.”

Howard furrowed his brow in confusion. “Wait, which time was that?”

Wincing, Henry patted the outraged inventor on the shoulder while they all began walking towards the nearby tree line. “I think you might’ve just proven Agent (Y/L/N)’s point, Mr. Stark.”

“You know,” Jack began, his voice low as he leaned down and flashed her an amused smile. “I think that kid’s starting to grow on me…”

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Infiltrating the facility proved to be an easier task than (Y/N) anticipated; they’d quickly dealt with the two armed guards standing watch on the south side, then they managed to find a loose drainage grate to slip into undetected. It’s like I’ve time-traveled back to 1944, she thought to herself while they crept down a deserted hall, silently marveling at how similar it all was to the missions she’d gone on with the Howling Commandos.

“This all seem a little too quiet to you, Specs?” Jack muttered, falling in step beside her with his rifle still raised. “If Leviathan’s really here, then where’s all the guards?” Right on cue, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed throughout the space; (Y/N) grabbed Jack’s hand and pulled him into one of the hallway’s decorative niche’s as Henry did the same with Howard across the way, pressing herself against the wall and holding her breath while two armed guards walked past.

Once the guards turned down another hallway, (Y/N) let out a relieved sigh. “Now we know that there’s guards here. Maybe they…” Her words died in her throat the moment she looked over at her partner, realizing in a flash just how close their faces were and that her hand was still clutching his; she’d felt the impulse to kiss Jack several times throughout their partnership, but it seemed that the heightened danger made the impulse stronger than ever and it was with great difficulty that she pulled away from him and clambered out of the niche. “Those guards were Leviathan, all right; they were wearing Red Army uniforms.”

They continued making their way through the large facility without any issues, finally coming across a walkway that stretched over a block of cells below; two guards sat at a table beside the cell block, their rifles propped against their chairs as they played a game of poker. Most of the cells were filled with visibly frightened men and women dressed in white laboratory coats and as she looked closer, (Y/N) suppressed her gasp of recognition when her eyes landed on the familiar figure of Adam Fieldman, Michael’s other accomplice within the Secret Empire, sitting alone in a cell.

“Son of a gun; I think we’d better pay Fieldman a visit.” Jack turned to her with an expectant look on his face. “Got any bright ideas, Specs?”

(Y/N)’s lips curled into a small smile. “I always do, Flyboy.”

After finalizing their off-the-cuff plan, (Y/N) crept out onto the walkway and stopped above where the two guards were seated; she lowered herself down to sit on the very edge of the walkway and took a moment to judge how far down they were before steeling her nerves and letting herself drop down. She landed on the balls of her feet, straightening up as the two guards scrambled to their feet and rushed towards her; she punched the first guard in the jaw, then elbowed the second guard in the neck before slamming her fist down onto his groin. The second guard doubled over in pain as she kicked the first guard in the shin, pulling him down by the back of his neck and kneeing him hard in the face; his unconscious form fell to the ground and (Y/N) ducked to avoid the second guard’s hit before kicking him back into the wall, her chest heaving as his head collided with the stone and he crumpled to the ground on a heap.

“Agent (Y/L/N), please! We don’t have much time!” (Y/N) turned and hurried over to Adam Fieldman’s cell; he looked worse for wear, as if he’d been locked up for several days, and his hands were tightly clutching the bars of his cell. She was vaguely aware of the others dropping down from the walkway and Howard talking to the other captives in broken Russian while Adam frantically continued, “Thomas knows that you’re here! He had that train car bugged, he heard everything Michael said to Chief Thompson before his escape!”

Jack crossed his arms over his chest, looking more than unconvinced by the panicked man’s words. “Oh yeah? And why should we believe anything you say? You’re a part of the Secret Empire, the same as your old college pals.”

“Yeah, but not willingly! Almost a year ago, Thomas and Michael paid me a visit at my dad’s orangery in L.A. and forced me to manufacture weapons based on copies of Howard Stark’s stolen blueprints; they told me they’d kill my dad if I didn’t join their damn Secret Empire!” Adam insisted, glancing back at (Y/N) with pleading eyes. “Thomas caught me trying to break Michael out of his brainwashing and locked me up. He would’ve killed me, but Leviathan still needed me to work on replicating Zodiac for them.”

“He’s right,” Howard walked up to them, an unusually serious expression on his face as he gestured towards the scientists. “They say that Leviathan’s holding them prisoner to study, replicate and weaponized Zodiac the moment they get their hands on that key and open the box.”

Adam nodded. “That key is what’ll unite the Secret Empire and Leviathan, and all that gold’s gonna fund their Zodiac weapons development. After what he heard on that bug, Thomas thinks that Michael’s little sister has the key and that she’ll do anything to save him, even hand over the one thing that’ll unlock Zodiac.” Before any of them could reply, the sound of distant gunfire echoed through the room and made them all jump. “Please, you’ve gotta get us out of here! Thomas has Zodiac with him and once he gets that key, there’s no tellin’ what he’ll do!”

Together, (Y/N) and Jack shot the locks off the cell doors and while she ushered everyone out, her partner spoke into his walkie-talkie. “Change of plan, Sousa, we’re sending Zhang and Stark out the south side with Fieldman and about a dozen scientists.”

“Copy that, we’ll be in position to pick them up.”

“Chief Thompson, what about you and Miss (Y/L/N)?”

(Y/N) unclipped her own walkie-talkie from her belt and answered, “We’re going to finish the mission ourselves.” Securing her walkie-talkie back onto her belt, she drew one of her handguns and held it out towards Howard. “Only use it if you have to.” The inventor gave her a firm nod and took the gun, and she turned to the rookie officer. “Get everyone out safely, Henry.”

Clutching his rifle in his hands, Henry’s jaw tightened with resolve. “I will.”

(Y/N) flashed the two of them a brief smile and Jack patted Henry on the shoulder before turning and hurrying out of the makeshift prison, towards the continuing echoes of gunfire on the opposite side of the facility. While they ran, she tried not to think about what Adam had said about Peggy willingly giving up the key; if that was the only way to save Freddie then I’d do it in a heartbeat, she thought with a frown, urging herself to run faster.

“Please tell me you brought some nifty gadgets with you, Specs,” Jack was panting a little while they turned a corner, one of his hands clutching the stitch in his side. “I’d feel better ‘bout all this if I knew we had an advantage.”

Two guards began to turn around at the sound of their approaching footsteps but (Y/N) and Jack each slammed the butts of their rifles into their heads and continued running while they crumpled to the ground; she looked over at him with an incredulous brow arched. “Just the lipstick Howard created for me, Flyboy, you’re welcome to borrow it if you want.”

“Thanks, but it’s not really my shade.”

The two of them skidded to a stop when they came across a staircase off to the side; without the sounds of their running distorting their hearing, she realized with a sinking feeling that the echoing gunfire had stopped. “That doesn’t sound good; which way should we go?”

Jack glanced between the hallway and the staircase before gesturing towards the staircase. “We’ll have a better tactical advantage if we go up, c’mon.”

Her partner led the way as they climbed several flights of stairs, finally reaching the landing and creeping down a corridor; the sounds of voices started to grow louder and louder until finally, the corridor opened up onto a balcony overlooking a warehouse. They pressed themselves back against the edge of the wall and Jack maneuvered so that he was standing right behind her before they both slowly peeked around the wall and got their first good look at the situation; the warehouse was cluttered, with stacks of wooden crates stamped with the symbols of Leviathan and the Secret Empire piled up around the vast room.

From their vantage point, (Y/N) quickly realized that they were witnessing a stand-off, with Peggy and the Howling Commandos taking refuge behind stacks of crates on one side of the warehouse while Thomas Attwell and a handful of Leviathan guards were hunkered down behind crates on the opposite side. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw that none of her friends appeared to be injured, and she was finally able to focus on what Attwell was saying down below.

“…settle this like civilized people, Miss Carter. We both have something that the other wants dearly; agree to my terms, and I’ll allow you and your American friends to walk out of here alive with your dear older brother.”

“It’s ‘Agent Carter,’ actually, and the SSR doesn’t negotiate with enemy operatives. You will hand over Zodiac and you will release Michael Carter into our custody, or else you’ll be dead on the floor of this warehouse very shortly.”

(Y/N) heard Dugan’s humorless chuckle. “I’d listen to her if I were you, pal.”

“Zodiac in the hands of Leviathan will be more respected than it ever was by those fools within the United States government; here they develop such a groundbreaking weapon and all because of a little town in Switzerland, they refused to use it even if it meant ending the war against the Axis powers sooner. And as for your brother…” It was difficult to tell from so far away, but it almost looked as if the man was grinning. “Leviathan has some of the best minds in the world under its thumbs; with a little tinkering in that scrambled mind of his, I’m sure that Michael will be appreciating his place within our joined organization much more than he already does.” It wasn’t until Jack elbowed her in the side that she realized he’d un-slung his rifle and was aiming directly at Attwell down below; if he was able to shoot the man, then the others could utilize the chaos to take care of the guards and finish the mission so with a nod, she moved back to let him take the shot. But as she moved, Attwell turned to face the balcony that they were standing by and called out, “Isn’t that right, old chap?”

“Certainly.” The two of them whirled around to see Michael Carter and Dottie Underwood pointing pistols directly at their hearts. “I suggest that you drop your weapons now. Slowly.” (Y/N) and Jack both set all their guns down on the ground, careful not to make any sudden moves. While she straightened back up, (Y/N) took the opportunity to examine Michael’s face and was taken aback by how cold and calculating it looked. “Now, kick them over to Miss Underwood.”

Once they’d done as Michael said, a smiling Dottie took the guns and in one swift motion, threw them all off the balcony’s edge; when she turned back to them, her smile widened. “It’s so good to see you two SSR folks again! Now the party’s really in full swing, isn’t it?”

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A/N: Cliffhanger! Chapter 19 was originally only supposed to have 2 parts but the story ran away with me so now you guys get a Part 3!! Thank you guys so much for reading! If you haven’t checked it out yet, I created a Spotify playlist for this series and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter.

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Chapter Nineteen-Part Three

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