#staples i blame u for this

[heck-star]

some wind in the willows character designs because it has wormed its way into my brain and refuses to leaveee

#wind in the willows #the wind in the willows #witw #mole witw #ratty witw #art #character art #character design #staples i blame u for this

[jarofstyles]

hey lovely, don't wanna bother u bc you specifically put ceo but those harry pics are making me think dad's friend! harry. like maybe he is married or not. just... dirty thoughts. he is looking very very dilfy.

ACTUALLY UR CORRECT because it does also give that vibe…. So I got a bit out of hand and made it filthy.

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Warnings- age gap, daddy kink, teasing, bratty y/n, name calling/ degrading… it’s dirty but if u want more I’ll definitely continue lol

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It was always the things she shouldn’t want. Chocolate after midnight, peeking in on Christmas gifts, looking over someone’s shoulder as they texted. Y/N knew she had a taste for things that should not be- but she had definitely taken the cake when it came to the man sitting next to her at the dinner table.

In all fairness, she hadn’t been the only one looking. It was his gaze on her legs that she noticed the first night they were introduced that she had her interest peaked, but it had been nearly impossible for her to leave it alone. Not when he was such a staple in the family dinners they had, the parties her parents threw, hell- he had even joined them at the very lake house they were at now. It was indeed Harry’s lake house that he had offered up for them to use for their annual summer vacation, her father gratefully taking the opportunity. He was just blind to the reason why.

Fucking your father’s best friend was probably one of the worst things you could do, but when they looked like Harry? She doubted many people could blame her. She’d always been into older men and seeing one as successful and charming as the man to her left, it wasn’t hard to give into the temptation. There was guilt there, of course. There was always the knowledge that this wasn’t exactly right and it would hurt feelings. But she wanted to be selfish for once.

The first time they’d said it was one and done. Get it out of their system. The second time they’d called it a mistake. The third they’d blamed alcohol and a wedding. By the forth they’d stopped making excuses. Now she knew the man’s tattoos, knew the spot on his neck he liked to be kissed, she knew his favorite position to fuck her in and that he had the most talented tongue she had ever experienced. She was becoming an expert in all things Harry right under the nose of her parents, who saw him as their great friend.

Her fingers ran over his thigh as he spoke, calm as ever while he sipped his bourbon. He didn’t spare her a glance as they trailed to the inner thigh, her other hand bringing the wine glass to her mouth and her tongue being greeted by the tart bite of the notes in the blend. Harry had gotten this with her in mind, she was positive. Not too sweet.

They were talking about something she, quite frankly, didn’t give a fuck about. They were in two different businesses but somehow found some way to talk about stocks or something like that. Y/N didn’t particularly care as long as Harry kept giving her cute little gifts like the diamond tennis bracelet he’d brought her when they first arrived and he snuck her into his bedroom.

They weren’t alone on this vacation- their little friend group of a few men and their wives and grown kids were at the table too, but her focus was on Harry. His rolled up sleeves and hair freshly cut, cropped close tot he sides and growing a bit longer at the top. A perfect amount to run her fingers through.

She knew she was getting into trouble when her fingers brushed his semi hard prick laying under his trousers, a smirk kicking up the side of her mouth. He gripped his glass a bit tighter, eyes cutting to the side discreetly to give her a look. Y/N didn’t move her hand, instead running her fingertips over the bulge and pretending to be engaged in the conversation.

Of course she was going to pay for this. But the rush made her even more wet. Doing this in front of people, being bratty because she wanted his dick inside of her two fucking hours ago and this dinner was dragging on, she was aiming for him to give in. Her ass would be sore tomorrow but she would love each stinging slap and yank of her hair.

“Cut it out.” He mumbled, hiding his lips with the glass. The words were quiet enough, just for them. The conversation continued around them and no one was the wiser, oblivious to the hand palming over the older man’s cock under the tablecloth.

“Make me, Daddy.” Her soft whisper purred, eyes glittering with mischief. She’d signed her own punishment papers there, watching his own gaze darken before shooting back the rest of the drink that was meant to be sipped and savored. Giddiness shot ip her spine as he ripped her hand off, stretching slightly in his chair before saying he needed to call it a night. There was the unspoken promise that laid under his words, the secret message in his tone that meant for her to follow.

It didn’t take her long to scurry up the stairs and find the master bedroom, slipping inside the dimly lit room- only to be grabbed roughly from behind, a gasp leaving her lips as she was pressed against the door. The click of the lock was quiet, his labored breathing against her ear making her grin widely as his cock pressed into her ass. “You just had to be a fucking brat, didn’t you?” He growled, wrapping her hair around his fist and tugging back so she arched into him. “Gagging for it that much, touching me right in front of your family?” Lips ghosted her neck, making her shudder as the sting in her scalp made her whimper. This was exactly what she wanted, what she deserved. “Dirty whore. Fucking cockslut.”

The degrading words were spit in a way that would make the normal girl want to tear up, but Y/N knew she was exactly what he described. She was a cockslut just for him. “What are you going to do about it, Daddy?” The slightly delirious giggle left her as if she wasn’t about to be fucked brainless, but she loved every fucking second of this. Harry didn’t treat her like a little girl. He treated her like a woman, gave her the things she needed. He fucked like a real man should, something she knew no one else could replicate for her. “Are you going to fuck me with them just a few doors down? Don’t think you’re going to make me scream loud enough to get caught…” her mouth dropped as she felt his teeth graze her throat, wishing he could bite down. Not here, not when she had to wear her summer dresses and tank tops.

“No. I’m going to shut you up.” Y/N didn’t have a chance to react before fingers were shoved into her mouth. The two long digits hooking over her teeth, prying her mouth open as she whined, feeling him grind his thickening cock over her ass. She had wanted this so badly, the neediness of her weepy pussy only reacting to him. Her own fingers never did it justice. He’d ruined her in ways she hadn’t expected to ever be ruined, but she wouldn’t change it for the world. “You aren’t going to make a fucking sound unless you want your father to know how disgusting you are. Like to call me Daddy with my cock pounding your perfect little holes.” He hissed, breath washing over her ear as he pressed her further into the door. “So you’re going to shut the fuck up and lift that pathetic excuse of a dress up so I can slip into the sloppy cunt and make sure you keep your hands to yourself tomorrow.”

#jarofstyles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles smut #harry writing #harry styles imagine #harry drabble #harry styles blurb #harry styles writing #dilfrry #dads best friend #dads best friend harry styles #dads best friend Harry #dbf!harry #harry styles au #harry styles smut writing #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry angst #harry smut #harry fluff #harry fanfic #harry styles fanfics #harry blurbs

[myscenic]

Pairing: bf!jeno x 8thmember!male!reader, (slight) mark x haechan

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.1k+

Synopsis: the dreamies were hungry after a fun day of 7llin’ with dream and decide to make dinner together at the house. jaemin volunteers to cook while the others prepare ingredients and run errands.

at the market, jeno gets a cute call from his boyfriend y/n. laughter and playful teasing ensues between chenle and the lovebirds. back at the house, jeno, chenle and mark suddenly realize they forgot an ingredient.

౨ৎ Note: my first ever request is finished!! I had to rewatch the show to get some inspirations, cuz I literally almost forgot what happened in it lmao. since it's my first request, i was feeling really nervous while writing this, but i still hope u enjoy it<3

it was nighttime, the dreamies were feeling hungry after doing lots of activities in the afternoon, so they decided to have a homemade dinner together at the house. jaemin volunteered to be in charge of cooking while the others helped prepare ingredients.

jaemin assessed his ingredients with a critical eye, realizing several key items were missing. he turned to the group helpers in the kitchen.

"it seems we're short on some staples to start the main dishes," jaemin announced.

jeno looked up from washing vegetables. "i can run to the supermarket to grab what we need."

chenle perked up at the thought of an outing. "ooh, let me come too!"

mark sighed fondly. "i'll come too so you two don't cause too much chaos."

"we'll make it quick," mark assured.

the trio and headed out with an air of excitement and playfulness. while jeno and y/n looked forward to some couple time, they doubted their ability to remain focused on the task. only time would tell if they returned successfully with groceries, or in a lovesick daze once more.

jeno was browsing the meat aisle with mark and chenle when his phone started ringing. he smiled when he saw it was y/n calling.

"you gonna answer that?" chenle asked with a teasing lilt.

jeno playfully rolled his eyes at chenle before answering. "hey babe, what's up?"

"hi jen! i was just wondering, can you pick up some strawberries covered in chocolate while you're at the supermarket?" y/n's sweet voice came through the phone.

jeno couldn't help but grin like an idiot. "of course, do you want anything else~"

y/n giggled, making jeno's heart melt. "you're the best! only the strawberries is good. i can't wait to see you when you get back."

as jeno and y/n continued chatting fondly, chenle started making loud fake throwing up noises behind them. jeno tried to ignore him, but y/n must have heard through the phone.

"is chenle being disgusted again?" y/n asked, giggling more.

jeno gave chenle a side eye. "when isn't he?"

chenle stuck his tongue out in response, but kept making theatrically exaggerated gagging sounds. jeno flipped him off jokingly, unable to stop smiling as he spoke to his boyfriend.

mark chuckled at their antics, shaking his head affectionately. "don't mind him, just focus on your man."

jeno felt his cheeks warm at mark's words, but he was grateful for his hyung's support. "i'll see you soon, babe. love you!"

once jeno hung up, chenle started wheezing with laughter at his own jokes. even jeno had to laugh, chenle's silliness was honestly amusing, not truly mean-spirited.

"alright guys, let's finish up so we can get back to the others," mark said, looping his arms around chenle and jeno's necks affectionately as they continued shopping.

once the three members arrived back to the house from the supermarket, carrying bags of groceries. jaemin hurried over to check what they had bought. he started unpacking the bags and going through the list.

"hmm it seems we are missing one item," jaemin said angrily with a frown. "the green onions."

jeno and chenle quickly turned to blame mark. "it was mark hyung's job to get the green onions but he must have forgotten!" chenle said.

"yeah hyung you had one job!" jeno laughed teasingly.

mark looked shocked. "what? no i didn't, you guys said you would get the veggies!"

as the three started bickering playfully, jaemin observed them with a bemused smile. finally he clasped his hands together loudly. "alright enough you three. it doesn't really matter who forgot, it’s fine anyway. let's just get the food prepped."

with a sigh, mark went to the fridge to start taking out other ingredients they needed. but when he opened it, a bundle of green onions rolled out onto the floor.

the boys froze, then bursts of laughter erupted as they realized there was a spare bunch all along. "there we go," jaemin chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. it was just like them to band together and try tricking each other.

before long, the others had finished prepping ingredients and jaemin got to work cooking everything on the stovetop. a delicious aroma began permeating the air as pots simmered. y/n set the table while jeno poured drinks for everyone.

soon dinner was ready and they all crowded around, filling their plates high. compliments rained down on jaemin for his cooking skills as they dug in happily. y/n grinned at jeno across the table, sneaking bites of strawberries between mouthfuls of rice and meat.

they chatted casually about everything from upcoming schedules to funny memories, the atmosphere light and cozy. more than once, y/n caught jeno's foot rubbing affectionately against his ankle under the table when their gazes met. each gentle touch sent sparks through his body and never failed to bring a smile to his lips.

as they finished eating, jeno and y/n volunteered to do dishes while the others lounged around relaxing. they worked efficiently side by side at the sink, hips occasionally bumping as they maneuvered in the small space.

after a few minutes, mark loudly cleared his throat. "do you two seriously need to be joined at the hip right now too?" he nodded pointedly at their intertwined fingers resting on the countertop.

y/n glanced down, not even remembering when their hands had found each other. he blushed, starting to unlink them, but jeno held on firmly.

"says the one who begged to sleep with haechan last night." chenle chuckled, not looking up from his phone.

mark opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by renjun. "you guys, play nice. as long as our lovebirds keep things pg, i don't mind some affection around here." his eyes danced playfully.

"yeah, keep it pg, don't forget that our maknae is still here." jaemin joked as he looked to jisung. he just smiled sheepishly.

y/n grinned, relieved for renjun's understanding as always. jeno rubbed his thumb softly over y/n's knuckles, shooting him a loving smile that made his heart skip. their kitchen duties were finished in contented silence, hands locked together the whole way through.

once the last dish was dried and put away, jeno led y/n by the hand to the couch, cuddling him into his side. mark shook his head disapprovingly but y/n could see the smile he was trying to hide.

he sighed happily into jeno's warm embrace, feeling his boyfriend press a kiss to the top of his head. no matter how much teasing they received, nothing could dampen the elation and security y/n felt in jeno's arms — his most cherished place in the world. he was grateful beyond words for each and every day they had together like this.

#kpop fanfic #kpop x male reader #kpop male reader #nct x male reader #nct dream x male reader #lee jeno x male reader #jeno x male reader

[actualbird]

// spoilers for dreams of childhood event story and also my thoughts

guess who finally finished the story? me!!! and my verdict?

ooOOOHHHHHKAY THIS WAS A GOOD ONE....I REALLY LIKED THIS EVENT STORY...

of course ever since the beginning i was like "okay stellan stone is absolutely already dead" but the reveal at the end on how and why he passed away rlly tugged at my heart strings because of how close/similar it is to what luke experiences. the protector in the shadows, the unsung hero....of course luke didnt fess the truth right away, aside from the reason explicitly stated in the story, this whole thing also hit close to him

sidenote: there it is again, the staple of event stories where the one the team is supposedly helping has already been gone from the start. and while it's a bittersweet concept, memory and hope matters.

im a sucker for this theme, im never gonna stop loving it, because it's an active rebuttal against the cynicism of "what's the point of helping now?" the point is bringing happiness and closure to the people who are still here, the point is that even if theres things stuck in the past that cannot be changed or undone, theres still joys to be had in the present and future. im emotional abt this, can u tell?

and ooOOAOOAOAOOUGGHH, THE TEAM CARING ABOUT EACH OTHERRR YES YESSSSSSSS //clapping w tears in my eyes

this is what im TALKIN ABOUT, PEOPLE!!!! no matter how much the team bickers or squabbles, at the end of the day, they are all good people. and good people care. and theyre always gonna have each other's backs...

im REALLY emotional about this, cAN U TELL.........

okay last thing for me to be emotional about: their wishes for children

i am quite sure somebody else has pointed this out before, but all their wishes connect so well with their own experiences...

luke who lost his biological parents at a young age

marius who had to deal with the unfair accountability of being blamed for his mom's death and also many more von hagen worries

vyn who was so frigging lonely growing up and did not have a good example of love and good hearts in his early life to look up to

artem's took me a second but then i remember his connects well to the plotline of his 2nd bday card story (which we dont have on global yet) but SPOILERS: somebody he looked up to became corrupt and he had to take that person down

just in case it wasnt clear the first two times i said it: IM REALLY EMOTIONAL ABOUT ALL OF THIS......

I WISH THAT TOO, MC.... GOD......

#tears of themis #okay now i must lay down and collect myself. grief narratives intertwined w hope always get to me... #apologies my thoughts r all over the place this time around. life busy brain hurts...but this was a nice reprieve from life stresses #tot spoilers

[nightwardenminthara]

27, 32, 35 — gideon!

27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality?

Okay there’s definitely a pre-dai and post-dai answer for this. 

Gideon finds robes a comforting constant staple in his life. From the age of 11 to 25 that is all he is wearing. The same color, the same fabric and make and style. It’s part of the routine of the Circle that is deeply reassuring to him. 

They are worn according to dress code (something I assume the Circle has), fastened up to the top, reaching past his ankles, etc.

Once he joins the Inquisition that changes quickly. It is my headcanon that Vivienne, who has experience as a mage in a position of power, takes him on and helps him figure out a wardrobe that is befitting his status. I would call this attire “Princely”. He wears a lot of formal clothing evoking his noble lineage and military power through the Inquisition. A lot of soft colors, blues and whites and grays. [examples here: x, x, x]

Oh! He also wears matching silk pajama sets to sleep. They’re monogrammed: HGT (Havard Gideon Trevelyan OR he good trev w/e u want it to be)

Anyway he greatly approves of his new wardrobe and develops a fascination with fine things. His style is very buttoned up, austere, modest, etc. 

I have written banter for this lmao

32. How does your character react to stressful situations? 

Panic attacks. Lmao. 

He gets better at repressing them during Inquisition however. At least until he returns to his quarters. He has a strong sense of morality so he is able to make decisions in a crisis following that, which gets him by for the most part in dai. His morality does boil down to “that’s illegal” and “that’s not in the Chant” but it exists! And it is strong!

35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?

Gideon is pretty sanctimonious and has his nose in people’s business a lot, so he does fuck up in his interpersonal relationships OFTEN. He is able to apologize and accept failure there. I will say, he still rationalizes his decision. “I did this because I thought it would help in this way, but it was still wrong of me.” However he can apologize. 

He’s also pretty willing to blame himself for things. He oscillates between delusions of grandeur about himself and a debilitatingly low opinion on his worth. 

#ch: gideon trevelyan #tytyty #answered

[beardedmrbean]

Finland has gone from being hailed as one of the most successful countries in Europe in managing the Covid epidemic to nearing the top in global weekly Covid death statistics, tabloid Ilta-Sanomat (siirryt toiseen palveluun) (IS) writes.

Indeed, the country surpassed the 4,000-mark in recorded deaths on Thursday, up from 3,000 within a month. In comparison, the build-up to 3,000 deaths had taken over two years.

There are five reasons for this change, according to the Director of Diagnostics at the Helsinki and Uusimaa hospital district (HUS), Lasse Lehtonen.

Waning vaccine enthusiasm (particularly for the third dose, the coverage rate of which currently stands at 64 percent of the Finnish adult population), more contagious virus mutations, the lack of targeted measures for the immunocompromised and a shift of public attention away from the virus are mostly to blame for the U-turn, according to the HUS director.

"Unfortunately, it must be recognised that the coronavirus pandemic is not over. And we need to cope with this while also dealing with all these other crises," Lehtonen told IS.

Sitra: Finland's position in EU 's preliminary decision-making weak

A lack of transparency in the EU's decision-making processes means that Finland is at a disadvantage when it comes to influencing future laws, the largest daily Helsingin Sanomat (siirryt toiseen palveluun) (HS) writes on Monday morning, which is also Europe Day.

A Finnish citizen will have an easier time tracking their parcel at the post than tracking EU law-making processes that may also affect Finland, according to a fresh report by the Finnish Innovation Fund Sitra, an independent public foundation.

"In terms of openness, there is something mystical about it; it is not as much a matter of secrecy but rather a stamp of expertise. You could say that [EU law-making] is not part of an open debate," former MP and Sitra advisor Jouni Backman told HS.

Finland's position could be improved if the government set out clearer goals concerning the future EU legislature and provided more comments on the EU Commission's annual strategy, the Sitra report outlined.

Backman added that similar attitudes should exist towards EU decision-making as with domestic legislation. For example, anyone can track the progress of domestic legislation (siirryt toiseen palveluun) in a matter of a few clicks. The EU could similarly open up its database containing information on EU projects (currently only accessible by the cabinet) to a wider audience, Sitra's report recommends.

Red lippie is back in fashion after two-year-hiatus

With face mask recommendations ending across the country, lipstick is making a comeback after more than two years and some people are thrilled to sport a red lippie again, Tampere-based paper Aamulehti (siirryt toiseen palveluun)writes.

Aamulehti toured their hometown and asked Tampere's locals what the resurgence of the makeup accessory has meant for them.

"Yay, it feels amazing!" local Anne Rantsi said of the ability to rock her makeup staple again.

"All colours had disappeared from the face behind the mask," lipstick-lover Anna Aspinmaa added.

"I cannot go without it," another local, Terhi Kotilainen, said, adding that for her, red lipstick was a matter of identity.

At the same time, some people are still not used to exposing their full face again. Sanni Tiusanen said she was excited to be wearing lipstick again, but added that not wearing a mask still felt slightly unnerving.

The Finnish Institute for Health and Welfare (THL) dropped its general, nationwide face mask recommendation in late April.

[bunnyai]

bunny i never thought i'd have to ask this but what do you mean by "stapling squirrels"

dread xp collection 2 baybeeeee

squirrel stapler is one of the games involved and it's as it sounds. u hunt squirrels for sport. and then you staple them onto your dead wife's corpse.

...

i blame corpsepile for getting me involved.

#bunny.txt #animal death ment tw

[icantevenrantinmymain]

tumblr was one of my mental pillars. i get fucking depressed i go on tumblr. now i cant even scroll without seeing their fucking tumblr spamming reblog. i cannot scroll tumblr because i just reblogged that. its literally my own dash on my own dash without variety. i know thats tumblr staple but by god theres just so much post u want to see. sometimes even post i like when they reblog it i fucking hate it with all my being. where can i go now even my ao3 they know fuck me i just want to block them and blame tumblr fuck me fuck me fuck me i want to escape so bad

#rant #i cant even be myself inside my fucking room #because i have to fucking talk #or react #i dont want to react to anything when i dont fucking care #ur gon eat? ho fucking eat u dont have to tell #bathroom? just fcking go im not a teacher #fuck my life right now

[misandrygalore]

actually my cousin died 2 years ago today and the way the aftermath of that traumatized me actually is fucking insane and the way we all trauma bonded over that shit like i do enjoy my dads family more generally but the way i am bonded to my moms family in a way they will never understand is just very sad actually i kind of hate it

#like seeing people in genuine distress and like grief like that is so ….. #like watching my cousin cry so hard she was throwing up and gagging and gave herself bronchitis for MONTHS ….. #and then everybody else in the entire fucking town treating it like a fucking spectacle like #my cousin that recently passed away i can understand more bc he was like i don’t wanna say a bigger staple in the community but he was grown #he was a fireman he had a lot of connections w people and he was killed by a driver under the influence so it kind of makes more sense and #he still had like half the coverage we got w my other cousin but the coverage wasn’t even abt like how fucked up her death was and how #preventable it was it was just a spectacle of wow this little girl died so sad for them <3 let’s gawk at them and pretend we care #even her own family was fucking fighting us for seats at the funeral but now 2 years later when we get together to remember her they’re #NOWHERE. to be seen fuck u #and the way all these girls were flocking to my cousins fiance like he didn’t just lose his daughter??? #this girl literally befriended her TO FLIRT W HER FIANCÉ #and then when it all blows over WE get blamed for how big it was when we didn’t want any of the attention in the first place like #AND THE WAY WE WERE TREATED AT THE HOSPITAL WAS BULLSHIT #we didn’t even get a private waiting room i have never been in a hospital for somebody’s death and not had a private waiting room #and they were MAD at us for going back to see her like she was like how many of y’all is there goddamn stop like ????? #sorry some of us aren’t fucking bitches and have close family #and for context this was literally a month before covid came to the us and really started spreading so there were no covid protocols #they were just being fucking rude #had us sitting in the er waiting room crying being stared at all day #even when my aunt had her aneurysm and they had her in surgery before we got any news back we had our own waiting room #during her coma when we came to visit we had our own waiting room #when my gg died we had our own waiting room #when my aunt was waking up and we were waiting for brain function. we had our own waiting room #and this is after the surgery center didn’t monitor her didn’t even try to revive her and just called the ambulance and sat back and waited #like how do u not even know she’s fucking dead until u cut into her where is the fucking monitors #when i had my wisdom teeth taken out they hooked me up to all kinds of shit how do u not realize she has no heartbeat?? #we’ve had nothing but bad experiences w medical care in that area tho like they’re the ones who fucked up my aunts shunt and gave her #fucking meningitis bc they put an experimental one in her without asking anybody and fucked it up #and that’s where they told us my nana had 🤪 just keeled over 🤪 #literally verbatim

[nevadancitizen]

OK, Fae / Fairy Anon here again bc I just had a great idea and I just had to tell u bc I like how u write. I don't care when you write this, but just imagine this. Reader having a VERY sensitive sense of hearing (kinda like Dolores from Encanto) dating a VERY loud Deimos. Will Reader tell Deimos to shut up or just suffer in silence? We will never know 👀 (and maybe Reader just tells Sanford the problem, imagine the drama, poor San wouldn't know what to do either lmao) OK, I'll go now! Bye! ^w^

"recovery"

synopsis: when a trigger sends you into a spiral, you decide to confront the one who brings you comfort: deimos.

word count: 1.1k

characters: deimos, reader

trigger warnings: mistreatment of prisoners, reader spiralling from a trigger, reader having survivor's guilt

notes: GAHAHAGHA this is my first time writing partial angst so grahg :)

At first, things seemed like they would never change: all the people who worked with guns and adrenaline were invincible and if you died, you could just be brought back to life. But it’s never that simple, is it?

Well, at least Deimos didn’t change: a maze of scars crossed his body, he created enough acrid smoke to clear a building, and smiled as if he’d just tied your shoelaces together and was waiting for you to stumble. He was twenty-seven, but his demeanor belonged to a ten-year-old. He was fireproof. 

You were different, however. How could you not be? Sleepless nights and shaking hands became a staple after what you went through and no one could blame you for it. You freeze at the slightest sound relating to gunfire, and preferred to sit in corners where you could see the whole room. You were both combustible and flammable, unstable and unmedicated in the prolonged traumatic experience that was existing. 

2BDamned retired you from the field to lab work. You didn’t particularly mind: it was better than being in constant danger and waiting for someone to blow your goddamn head off. The quiet clinking of glass equipment was good, but silence was even better. 

Silence only came at night, in the solace of your bed that was just a mattress on the floor. It seemed that within the darkness of your closed eyes, nothing could touch you – but that wasn’t true. You knew it wasn’t. In the blanket of night, everyone is as helpless and naive as a child. People can click their flashlight on and off as much as they’d like, imagining that they’re the master of darkness, but even the very blackest darkness around them can be full of seeing eyes. 

That’s what happened, wasn’t it? The eyes in the black saw you before you saw them. It was crowded and hot and sweaty in the prison, and the automatic rifles up above began howling down onto their heads. Fellow prisoners started going limp here and there, but in the crush they couldn’t fall anymore and remained standing on their feet, even after they had died. No one here was afraid of death. Maybe they wanted to be slaughtered, in order to do something at last with their lives that they were sick and tired of, and be at peace. You and them simply chanted “Have mercy!” until your voices became one and carried on walking towards the stairway that led upwards – towards the bullets. 

You jolted awake. It wasn’t uncommon, waking up like this, but it still made your heart jackrabbit in your chest and the awake parts of your brain crazed. You heaved a breath – more out of annoyance than anything – pulled your knees to your chest, and cried. 

Sometimes you wished you’d died. You wished you died instead of the man that shared his ration with you when you first arrived, instead of the mother-to-be that cried happy tears when she saw two lines on her pregnancy test, instead of the child that was forced to be there because his shit father was. 

Red crescent moons from your fingernails digging into your palm formed as you thought. Your gaze skittered across the room, watching shadows rise and fall in the corners. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to constantly be burdened with this drunken stupor of guilt, to be plagued with thoughts of ‘what if…’ and ‘if I just…’.

The noise of dragging footsteps sounded outside your door. You supposed – you hoped and prayed, actually – that it was Deimos. 

“I’m back!” he said. “N’ I’m comin’ in. If you don’t have pants on – I don’t care.”

Your fingernails dug into your palm further and tilted your head away from the door, wiping your tears on your sleeves. Even though your heart beat against your chest when the door opened, you knew you were safe. You couldn’t help it. You wished you could. 

Deimos closed the door behind him, prattling off about how recon went and how it was the most boring thing he’s ever experienced without you by his side. He wasn’t being particularly loud – just his normal speaking voice – but it still set off alarm bells in your head of this man is a sadist in a guard’s uniform, this man has a gun, this man is going to kill me. 

It was only when Deimos touched you, a light brush against your shoulder, that you actually acted on your thoughts. 

“Have mercy,” you whimpered. Your voice was barely above a whisper, something far from an actual cry for help. It was the only thing you could think to say. 

Deimos recoiled immediately. “What?”

“It – I…” you hugged your knees tighter. “At the prison… there was a rally. And the guards, and their automatic rifles, and the people… I didn’t want to die. I think the others did. We begged for mercy. There was a child, Deimos, a child in a prison, and there was so much blood. I know blood’s easy to wash off with cold water, but… can’t I just wash my brain instead, and get rid of this feeling? This feeling of shame. It burns hot, and it hurts, Deimos. Everything reminds me of them… I don’t know what to do.”

Deimos settled beside you, stealing glances at your face. He had the oddest look on his face, like he had seen it all happen, too. He laid a hand on your knee. “Am I – do I – I yell a lot, is it – am I making it worse?”

You took one look at his face and started crying. Deimos wrapped an arm around you, making circles on your shoulder. He strung together apologies and whispered them in your ear, a constant rumbling voice that helped pull you away from the prison. 

“I could only think of you,” you admitted. “It was this one thought: I hope Deimos is warm and fed. As if you wouldn’t be. I had more pressing matters, obviously, I was being shot at. But I just… thought about you. At least it would’ve been a romantic thought to die to.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I didn’t mean to, I… why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I thought you wouldn’t care,” you said. “You have other things to worry about. Things like work, and maintaining your guns, and… other things that aren’t me.”

“Why wouldn’t I care about you?”

“I don’t know. I just didn’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not a burden. Not to me. Never.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes… I love you.”

“I love you too, Deimos.”

#riptide writes 🌊 #madness combat 🆘 #gh i don't like te ending but i jsut don't know what else to do for it #material girl pose #fae-anima #madness combat #madcom #madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #deimos #deimos x reader #deimos madness combat #deimos madcom

[boytouya]

SIGH BITCH U KNOW ITS ME

UR RECENT POST GOT MY BRAIN GOING BRRRRR

SO U KNOW IM GONNA REQ TATTOO ARTIST DABI

PRACTICING ON HIS BF

PROBABLY ON HIS BACK WHERE ITS JUST SWIRLS OF INKY MASTERPIECES

SIGHS SO LOUD

i love ur work so totally worth it

𝙄𝙣𝙠𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜

a/n: i went to sleep thinking abt this,,,i woke up thinking abt this,,,i have so much brain rot. it’s not mentioned but dabi also has a tongue piercing, an eyebrow piercing, and a tattoo on his hip (blue flowers, reis favorite :( )

“Get down.” Dabi says, his gloved hand pressing down on the small of your back. You’re sitting on his reclining leather chair, the one he wipes down religiously, but he claims you’re too tense. Maybe you were, but who could blame you? Your boyfriend was about to put permanent ink on your skin and you gave him freedom to draw whatever he wanted. You relaxed your shoulders, breathing in the lingering smell of citrus from the sanitation wipes Dabi used earlier. In the corner of your eye you can see him filling caps with a variety of colored ink. He already set up the machine, holding it tight in his right hand as he scoots his chair to where you’re sitting. “That’s better, good boy.”

Your boyfriend practiced on you often, whether it be swirls or patterns, something you picked out, or him drawing something phallic just for ‘shits and giggles.’ He was a lot more calm when he worked, concentrated on inking your skin. You liked hearing him inhale when he got to harder parts, you liked hearing him sigh in relief when they were finished. But your favorite thing was watching him wipe away excess ink and rub his gloved thumb against your back when he finished. It meant he was satisfied.

Dabi rubs a thin layer of vaseline into your skin. There’s a soft whirring coming from behind you, and you can feel his gaze stuck to your face.

“What?” You try to face him without moving too much.

“Nothing.” You want to groan and roll your eyes. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was just teasing you. But you know he’s just making sure you’re ready. The needle hits your skin a few seconds later, and the familiar pricking sensation is back again. You can see Dabi’s oceanic blue eyes honed in on the area he’s working on. His shoulders are relaxed but his jaw stays clenched, the scarred skin tightening around his staples. A while ago he confessed that some were cosmetic, and that’s how they managed to be so perfectly symmetrical. Part of you wondered if he had grown addicted to body modifications.

“Hasn’t your mom ever told you starin’ is rude?” Dabi pulls away the machine and looks up at you, tilting his head back with a smile. He’s so handsome.

“Shut up, you were staring first.” You press your cheek into the leather.

“And why should I?” Dabi scoots closer to the chair so his knee rests on it. He’s back in his original position, looking over the tattoo with narrowed eyes. The whirring sound comes back, and so does the continuous wiping. He seems to have disregarded the conversation you were just having, deeming whatever he was drawing more important. Sometimes you drew something you wanted inked, sometimes he did...Sometimes he was stuck on stencils and sometimes-like now-he was infatuated with freehanding it. Somehow everything he’d drawn came together perfectly. “Can I tattoo my name on your back.”

It sounds more like a statement than a question.

“That’s bad luck.” Your voice sounds muffled from pressing it into his seat.

“Unfortunate.” There’s a hint of amusement in his voice. It sounds like he did it anyway, but you don’t want to have to find out later when you look in the mirror.

“Only if I can tattoo mine on your knuckles.” He snickers behind you, wiping your tattoo one last time before turning off the machine and grabbing a mirror. It is a tattoo of his name, in his ridiculous chicken scratch handwriting. But above it is a simplistic heart, the top half erupting into flames.

“I’ll get that sandpaper then,” If there wasn’t soreness in your back you’d have tackled him already. “I’m kidding. Get over here, crazy bastard.”

#💕.dabi #bnha x male reader #bnha x trans reader #anime x male reader #dabi x male reader #touya todoroki x y/n #mha x you #mha x male reader #x male reader #x male oc #lov x reader #lov x you #dabi x you

[mondothebombo]

The Ninja’s Love Languages

For anyone who doesn’t know, the five love languages are...

Words of Affirmation

Physical Touch

Quality Time

Gifts

Acts of Service

I had this idea last night at 4 am and i’m gonna try and make sense of it so here we go...

Jay

Physical Touch

-this one’s super easy

-hands down this is 100% jay

-when isn’t this boy clinging onto someone (esp. nya and cole)

-i mean just look (there’s so many more but i got lazy, feel free to add on)

-his first response to comfort/fear is a hug, a hand on shoulder, etc.

-and when you think abt it it makes sense

-cuz first of all just look at his parents, ed and edna

-the most affectionate and loving ppl on this goddam planet

-they showered him w/ undying love and support his whole life, ofc this kid’s gonna turn out the same

-but then if you also tie in his abandonment issues and fear of being alone and it makes even more sense

-we find out abt those mainly in s12 when he talks abt his birth parents to unagami, but looking at what happened to him in s6 when he was alone for so long on the misfortunes keep and nya dying to top it off...

-he lost all his friends not once, but twice (and that’s not including all the separate times the ninja have died) plus he feels like his birth parents abandoned him, w/o him even rlly knowing for sure what happened

-so it makes sense he’d be more comfortable showing his love by clinging onto someone, giving a hug, high-fiveing, etc.

- i hope this made sense i’m so sorry

Nya

Acts of Service

-this also makes sense

-we all know nya is a very independent person, and she doesn’t usually like all the touchy feely stuff

-this is especially shown w her and jay’s relationship

-( i didn’t want to make this all abt jaya i’m sorry)

-we know they both are two very different ppl.

-nya’s strong and independent, while jay is a lot more sensitive

-you’ll notice in the earlier seasons nya almost never initiated the affection w jay, he always the first to mention it, also coupled w the fact that she’s never told jay “i love you” (at least not yet) and we can pin this on her childhood

-she and kai didn’t have it great as kids, they basically raised e/o and the only times nya ever heard “i love you” was from kai

-so if she wasn’t used to saying it growing up, why would she immediately jump to it now that she’s a teenager/young adult? even w someone she does love

-she expresses her love in what she does and says.

-the main example i can think of atm is this

-jay’s freaking out abt catching her for the dance move and with 100% confidence she just says “i trust you” and then fucking yeets herself at him

-there’s other examples of this w the others too

-she builds their mechs and vehicles, back in the earlier seasons she always made sure the boys were taken care of when they got back from missions, she was always the cavalry, she sacrificed herself for jay back in s6 when they were at the lighthouse, and kai mentions she’s always taken care of him

-not to mention how she adopted lloyd back when he first came in

-i could go on

-does this make sense?? i hope it does

Cole

Words of Affirmation

-i had a little more trouble thinking abt cole but now that i’ve decided i’m pretty sure WoA suits him best

-cole didn’t have the best childhood either

-we now know his mom, Lilly, died when he was fairly young, judging by the flashback, i’d estimate around 10-13 y/o

-we know it wasn’t too long before wu found him

-and she showered him in love much like jay was

-just in the flashback she tells him how proud she is of him and how much she loves him

-(also look how quick he was to try and justify why he got in a fight to avoid getting yelled at when his mom mentioned him getting in trouble bc he didn’t want to disappoint her)

-now we don’t know what Lou was like before his wife died, but we know he was definitely not as loving towards cole afterwards

-Lou ignored Cole due to his grief most of the time, coupled w him wanting Cole to follow in his footsteps, and their relationship overall sucks until after the royal blacksmiths ep

-so it all falls the same that Cole would want to keep seeking out the words he got from his mother in his relationships w others (especially authority figures)

-just look at all the times he absolutely lights up when getting praised by wu or even the others

-plus thx to day of the departed, we know he’s afraid of being forgotten

-hearing the others say they love him and want him around would appease that

-staying on this train, we have...

Lloyd

Words of Affirmation

-i was tied between this one and acts of service, but then i decided

-lloyd’s life, esp his childhood, has absolutely sucked

-he was abandoned at a very young age at darklys which we know the other boys there weren’t kind, and then when he finally gets a home and a family, the weight of the world is now on his shoulders bc he’s a prophesied savior

-morro’s possession says enough on its own

-the list goes on

-then we get s8-s10

-harumi goes and absolutely destroys his trust in everyone and everything

-(after she told him she loved him)

-but also...

- then boom. yeeted through a wall

-he’s been abandoned, rejected, and used his whole life

-why wouldn’t this kid need words of affirmation??

-the other ninja have been the one staple in his entire life, and after everything he’s gone through, he definitely needs to hear that they love him and want him around every now and then

-this kid’s also emotional (who can blame him)

-he always puts all his cards on the table, more so in s11 and onward

-and we’ve seen how he always gives encouraging words to the others, mainly while they’re fighting

Zane

Quality Time

-i had trouble w zane’s too lol

-but i think this fits

-this nindroid is the purest being ever

-don’t get me wrong, zane can definitely be a smart ass and sassy when he wants to, he’s not all innocent, but u catch my drift

-let’s look at his past too

-he was all alone and by himself, he didn’t even know who he was until he found his true potential

-and he gets a family, ppl who live and care abt him

-then he sacrifices himself and dies

-when he was imprisoned on chen’s island, he was alone

-then decoded happens and we find out he’s got intense trauma from that

-he thought he was alone in his internal battle

-then boom

-he’s the fucking ice emperor. alone for decades, committing genocide

-and when he finally snapped out of it, that had to of destroyed him

-he’s spent so much time being alone and facing so much trauma, that he always gravitates towards being in groups

-we’ve seen him and pixal spend time working together in the workshop, he enjoys family meals and cooking for everyone, he’s been shown to not like it when the others occasionally fight, and an overall loving guy

-he prbly doesn’t realize it, but he’s the glue that holds everyone together

-this one was so jumbled

and last but not least...

Kai

Gifts

-now not only does this fit his personality, it also makes sense with his bad childhood

-we all know kai is a very cocky and prideful person. he’s always showing off, flaunting his good looks, and can be sometimes arrogant

-ofc under all that is a very kind and loving big brother and friend

-but bc of this he’d not only love getting gifts from fans and the others, but giving them as well

-kai, like nya, didn’t have a good childhood

-he’s not an emotional person and he was never used to saying “i love you,” instead he had to take care of his sister while trying to run a business

-his way of showing love is giving things for his family

-there’re aren’t many instances of this in the show, but the gift giving doesn’t necessarily have to be smthg physical

-he’s sacrificed himself for the others on several accounts, he offers advice when needed, giving pep talks, helping raise lloyd, he even helped jay propose to nya, those things can be considered as gifts too

(again i’m sorry if any of this isn’t coherent i just had some thoughts. pls feel free to add on if i missed smthg)

The point of this is that these kids love each other and have different ways of showing it💙💜🧡💚🤍❤️

#ninjago #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #ninjago cole #ninjago lloyd #ninjago zane #ninjago kai #jay walker #nya smith #cole brookstone #lloyd garmadon #zane julien #kai smith #minor ns15 spoiler #my meta #mondo’s metas #the squad

[atomic-taco-muffin]

The lov with a u.a student reader with a suicide quirk (if you look into their eyes it makes you want to kill yourself) and the reader doesn’t really want to be a pro hero or a villain but is Forced to be a pro hero

LoV x Student!Reader: You’ll Be Alright Part 1

Warnings: angst, GN!Reader, protective!Dabi

Quirk: Suicide

You had the power to make someone suicidal just by looking at them. 

Today was your first day at U.A and you were dreading every second of it. Your parents wanted you to go to U.A even though you wanted to go to a normal school. They registered you in without your consent and made you go to the entrance exam. You were able to get in somehow even though your quirk didn’t do much on the robots. You walked towards Class 1-A, hoping that you wouldn’t have to talk to that many people. How you got into that class, you may never know. When you walked into the classroom, there were students yelling all over the place. You walked to the very back of the class and sat there, putting on some music. Soon the bell rang and Mr. Aizawa walked in. You turned off your music and listen to him. 

“Alright, everyone. Shut up and listen to what I have to announce.” he said. You already liked him. He may not have been your favorite hero, but he was definitely someone you respect. 

“Today, we have a new student here. (L/N) (Y/N).” he said. Crap! You were hoping that he would skip that part. You sighed as you stood up. 

“Sup. I’m (Y/N) (L/N) and my quirk is called Suicidal.” you said. 

“What does your quirk do? I-if you don’t mind me asking.” a boy with green hair asked. 

“I can make anyone feel suicidal just by looking at them.” you said. 

“That kind of seems like a villain quirk almost.” a boy with purple ball hair said. 

“Hey, blame my parents. They’re the one who wanted me in this class.” you snarled. 

“Okay that’s enough. Miss (L/N), you may sit.” Aizawa said. You sat back down in your seat and listen to Aizawa’s lesson plan. 

~Le Time Skip~

Finally school was over and you were walking back to your house. Everything was fine until a hand grabbed you and pulled you into an alleyway. 

“Hey, let me go!” you yelled as you tried to fight off the person who grabbed you. When they turned you around, you were able to use your quirk. Kind of. Your quirk mainly relied on emotion. If you got scared, it wouldn’t work as much. It only caused your captor to go into a slight state of depression. Soon, the person was pulled off of you and burned alive. You fell to the ground as you watched your captor scream in agony. 

“Damn, that’s the third person who got away from me.” the man said. You looked up and got a good look at your savior. He was tall with black, spiky hair and burn marks that covered most of his body and had staple-like piercings to keep the skin together. The man looked down at you and knelt down to your height. 

“You okay, cutie?” he asked. 

“U-um, y-yeah. I-I’m okay.” you said shakily. The man noticed you were shaking and used his quirk to warm you up. 

“Thank you.” you said. 

“Anytime. The name’s Dabi. And you are...” 

“Oh. I’m (Y/N).” Dabi looked down and saw your uniform. 

“You’re a U.A student?” he asked. 

“Forced U.A student.” 

“Forced how?” 

“*sigh* my parents wanted me to become a hero even though my quirk doesn’t really scream hero to me. I didn’t even want to go to U.A. I just wanted to go to a regular high school.” 

“I know how that feels.” he mumbled. 

“What was that?” 

“Huh? Nothing. Do you want me to walk you home?” You shook your head. 

“I don’t even want to go back to my parents house. It’s awful there.” Dabi suddenly had an idea. 

“Do you wanna come live with me? I’ll have to explain the situation to my roommates but we’ll work something out.” he said. You thought about and soon agreed. Dabi helped you stand up and you walked with him towards the LoV hideout, hoping that him and these so called “roommates” will keep you safe. 

#league of villains #league of villians x reader #lov bnha #lov x reader #bnha #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #bnha+x+reader #bnha+imagines #mha imagines #mha x reader #mha imagine #mha+x+reader #mha+imagines

[darling-i-read-it]

Jack Baker

Part 2

RE7 Rewrite Masterlist

Ethan Winters x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: spoilers for re7, violence, injuries, blood, gross rotted stuff, chainsaws, dismemberment

Author’s Note: I believe in Ethan supremacy. I’m playing through the game again in VR cause why not and I was definitely overdue for a good replay. I hope you all enjoy!

Summary: Getting through getting the dog heads and another fight with Jack.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator. Some of these lines are directly from the game so they may sound familiar.

(not my gif)

You and Ethan found a nice secluded room to gather your thoughts before moving on. You scrounged together some bullets and attempted to make sure that you had everything together. It seemed to be some sort of laundry room.

You sat on the counter, letting out a small sigh. Your head was against the wall as you evened your breathing. The adrenaline was still getting to your head. Ethan was standing, pacing back and forth.

“Why did we come here again?”

“Ah Ethan, the question of the goddamn hour,” you muttered. You looked down at the gun in your hand. You felt the weight of it, trying to truly come to terms with the fact that before long, you were going to have to use it again.

“We have to keep going. We have to find Mia.”

“Fuck Mia. If she didn’t leave here in her whole three years then she wants to stay. Plus, it’s not like she was very nice to us either, mister stapled on hand.”

“You sure are testy.”

“Ethan we were just almost murdered like four different times.” He nodded a bit and looked away. For a moment he looked like he was contemplating what to do next. You were too. You could get out of the house and hope for the best but first you would have to go out there again where the family was. Who knew how many of them were around. Who knew if they were like Mia; unstoppable. The idea sent shivers down your spine. You just wanted to go home.

“We have to go out there again if we wanna get anywhere.” Before you could protest Ethan was leaving the room. You weren’t about to let him go on his own so you walked forward, driven by the need in your chest to protect him.

Both of you were quiet as you walked down the hallway back towards the dining room. You kept very close to each other, basically touching as you looked around corners and doorframes.

There was a tap on the window at the end of the hall. You jumped and came face to face with a cop. You put your hand up on the wooded up window, face etched with worry. He pointed a flashlight at your face.

“You have to help us,” you said, worriedly looking behind you.

“Hold on now, back up,” he said, gesturing for you and Ethan to step away from the window. “Now do you two live here? Is this your property?” He looked behind you with his flashlight.

“What? Us? No, no,” Ethan promised. The officer pursed his lips.

“Alright. Now we got several calls about some missing persons lately,” the officer said.

“You don’t understand, we have to get out of here,” you protested.

“Now calm down ma’am.”

“You’re not listening to me. There are crazy people in this house trying to kill us!” you said in a hushed yell.

“Well alright, lemee tell you this. You two don’t exactly look like you’re playing with a full deck yourselves. I’ve seen it before, a couple like you breaking and entering someone else's property to have some privacy-” You threw your hands up in the air. This was useless.

“Are you kidding me?” Ethan asked, hands up on the window again.

“Look, like I said we’ve had several missing persons calls and I can’t rule out that an outsider like yourselves may not be involved.”

“Alright whatever, we’ll tell you whatever you need to know,” Ethan promised. You shook your head.

“He’s not going to help us Ethan,” you muttered.

“Well we have to try!”

“Hey now, miss. You two meet me in the garage, we’ll talk this out further and I’ll help you if you help me,” he said.

“Hey no wait, you have to give us some weapons or something,” Ethan said. You noted that you both still had your guns. Miraculously the Bakers hadn’t taken them away from you. Probably hoped you would stay put.

“You must have lost your mind.”

“Look officer,” Ethan started.

“Deputy.”

“Right, deputy. Do you wanna see our names in the obituaries?” The deputy thought about it and then handed Ethan a knife.

“There are two of us,” you protested.

“I’ve only got one knife. Now go to the garage.” You shook your head, amazed. Useless. Ethan held the knife in his hand and gestured down the hall.

“We may as well go to the garage. You want to get out of here don’t you?” You kept up your face and finally caved, just walking to the garage door. Ethan cut some tape and the two of you lifted it up.

The deputy leaned over the ground, looking at something.

“We need to get out of here,” Ethan said hurriedly. The officer turned around quickly, raising his finger to both of you.

“No first you need to tell me what you’re doing out here in the middle of the night all by yourselves,” he said convictedly.

“Us? What about you?” you asked.

“That’s my job. Now tell me what you’re doing here.” You rolled your eyes.

“I told you Ethan, this is hopeless. He wouldn't believe us if we told him,” you protested. Ethan shook his head a bit and the garage door started to close behind the deputy.

“Try me,” he said. You all looked behind him. “Hey, put that door back up. Put that door back u-”

He was cut off by Jack ramming a shovel through his head, slicing it clean off. You gasped, stumbling backwards in surprise. You reached for your own gun, fumbling in shock. Jack grabbed a large axe that was on one of the shelves.

“Fuck it. Imma kill every one of you,” he said, shaking angrily. You raised your gun, adrenaline pumping through your veins. Ethan ran behind you as you shot every last one of your rounds into Jack’s head. It did nothing but slow him down.

Ethan got into the car in the garage, starting it up. He revved the front into Jack. You stood back and out of the way as Ethan backed up again before hitting the gas even harder. Jack went limp in front of the car but you and Ethan remained on guard.

It didn’t take Jack very long before he was up again but he was quickly stopped by the engine catching on fire. You yelped, grabbing Ethan and dragging him out before you could think anything else. The two of you stumbled back, watching as Jack burned and the car gave a couple more loud blows.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” you said, voice shaking.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

The two of you went up a ladder and back into the main part of the house. You grabbed a key type thing that was on the garage shelving and brought it to the complicated door, placing it inside.

It opened up to the main hall of the house.

Ethan made a run for the front door before seeing that there was some sort of mechanism keeping it closed. It didn’t use just a key, it used three types of keys.

“I’m willing to bet they’re scattered around the house,” you muttered, rubbing your head. “How the fuck do they even leave their own house.” Ethan let out a long sigh and turned to you.

“All we have to do is find the three dog heads and then we’re out of this house but who knows what else is out there.” You rolled your eyes.

“Let’s worry about the now. I’d say we should split up but I don't want to be away from you right now.” He nodded.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight.” He looked around. There were two staircases leading up to the top floor. “This place is built like a puzzle. We figure those out, we get the dog heads, we leave.”

“You make it sound so simple.”

=====

You made a decent argument on splitting up but Ethan wasn’t hearing it. The two of you were to experience the whole house together or not at all. You figured that you would be able to find the dog heads in a shorter amount of time if you split up but he wanted to make sure he didn’t lose you like he had lost Mia.

Even the smallest noise would cause him to grab you and put you behind him as though he had more experience than you. You didn’t say anything about it though. He had let Mia go; he couldn’t deal with losing anyone else.

A couple of rooms and weapons later, you found a tape on the upper floor. You didn’t want to watch it. You didn’t need to know what this fucked up family did and recorded. But Ethan thought it might have something to do with the two of you getting out so while you stayed at the door to the room, he put it in the VHS player.

You heard Mia’s voice but didn’t look at her face. You didn’t want to face her. Ethan glanced over at you but kept watching. You held one of the dog heads in your hands. You and Ethan had gotten two out of three. You had just one more before you were out of this part of the hellhouse.

“Ethan, Y/N if you find this I know I can’t expect anything of you not after what happened. Not after what I did. But I just want you to know it wasn’t me.” You rolled your eyes.

“Sure looked like you Mia.” Ethan didn’t look up from the screen.

“I don’t know what happened,” Mia continued. “There’s so much you need to know.”

“There you are! You gave us quite a scare young lady!” Another voice came into the video loudly. Likely the lady you had seen at the dinner table.

“She’s moving through a different house. Come look at it in case we have to go through it.” You let out a sigh but walked over anyway. You stood behind him, eyes glancing back to the door again and again.

Mia tumbled through the house for a couple of minutes. You felt bad but not that bad. No matter what she said, you still blamed her for you being here. She should have known better.

Eventually the woman found her and dragged her away as she yelled for help. Ethan seemed a bit concerned but you shook your head.

“She’s been here three years, I have a hard time thinking this is authentic,” you muttered. Ethan shook his head.

“She needs our help.”

“And she’ll get it, when we get out of here and can call the police.” He let your words sit for a minute and nodded a bit. You were right.

“We have to get that last head. Any idea where it is?” You nodded. You had scribbled down a rough map on a piece of paper and pointed at one of the rooms.

“Here. It’s the only place we haven’t quite looked at yet.” He nodded a bit.

“You think we’re going to run into those goop guys?”

“We probably will. You have many bullets left?”

“Hopefully we’ll find some on the way.”

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“There.” You pointed at the last dog head. It was sitting on the counter. You and Ethan had just made it past a couple of the mold monsters to get here. The very last one. Ethan reached to grab it but suddenly Jack walked by, grabbing it quickly. Ethan moved his hand back and covered your mouth. You would have usually complained by not with Jack right there.

“I was gonna be her father,” Jack muttered to himself. “Now she says he is her father. And she is her mother...no, no, no, no, no I will find them and I will make them suffer.” Jack walked past the hanging dead cop and through the door. Ethan moved his hand off your mouth. You took a deep breath and gave him a look.

“I could have been quiet on my own,” you muttered.

“It was for my own comfort,” he grumbled. You looked over at him worriedly. He must have known what you had to do. At least a part of him knew. You grabbed his arm and he snapped back to you.

“Whatever it is, we can do it.”

“He does know we’re not Mia’s parents right?” You laughed gently.

“I hope we don’t look that old.” You tugged on his arm. “We need that last dog head. Come on.” Ethan nodded curtly and followed you down the hallway.

You looked around as you entered one of the large rooms. There was a small set of stairs that the two of you walked up. Ethan pushed open the door with the cop inside it.

“Poor guy,” he muttered, looking at the decomposed body.

“Should have given us his gun,” you muttered. Ethan rolled his eyes and the two of you walked forward onto the top floor. There was the dog head. It was tied up in some barbed wire. You grabbed his arm before he could reach for it.

“What?”

“It feels like a tr-” Before you could finish Jack and pushed you over the edge. He grabbed Ethan’s hand and shoved him down as well. Ethan had managed to grab the dog head and it clattered on the ground beside you. You scrambled up as Jack jumped down. He held his axe in both hands, looking rather angry.

“Again?” you muttered. Jack let out a crazy laugh. Ethan shot him in the back of the head, doing nothing but stalling him.

You and Ethan worked like a well oiled machine. The few fights you had been in together had caused you to know a little about what the other person was going to do next. You would shoot and then Ethan would shoot. Jack barely got a second to move but he did get in one swing which caused his axe to break.

He crashed through some fencing to grab some sort of chainsaw thing. Beside it though was an actual chainsaw. Ethan grabbed it, feeling the weight in his hand and then revving it up.

You swapped your handgun for your shotgun and kept Jack in one spot as Ethan used the chainsaw against him. He cut as best he could and after a mere few moments Jack was cut in half.

The top of him pused with some sort of mold and then blew up. The bottom half walked two more steps and then collapsed.

“Do me a favor,” Ethan said between laboured breaths, “and stay dead.” You blew a piece of hair out of your face.

Ethan used the chainsaw to get you out of there, breaking it in the process. He tossed it to the ground. He paused, looking over at you.

“You okay?” he asked. You nodded, eyes wide.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “You know that was...kinda hot,” you said, gesturing to the chainsaw. He rolled his eyes but there was a hard blush on his face. You smiled a bit and walked past him, nudging him.

“You didn’t look half bad yourself.”

Ethan grabbed the dog head off the ground and nodded a bit, walking with you out into the main hall.

You placed all three in the door and it opened. You held back the urge to clap. You shook his arm, laughing a bit.

“Nice job Ethan,” you said.

“You too.” You walked through the door and looked around, surveying the yard. There was a trailer, some sort of door and a pathway. You decided to try the trailer. The two of you walked up and inside of it.

You leaned against the trailer door and Ethan sat down on the counter across from you. You stared at each other for a moment. You both had your fair share of scratches and bruising. Ethan barely had two hands. You smiled a bit and put your head on the closed door.

Before either of you could speak the phone. Ethan picked it up. You walked over to him and pressed your face against the phone as well.

“You made it. You’re the first people I’ve seen get this far,” Zoe said.

“So what is it you need us to do? And is it going to help us get out of here?”

“Yes, now listen carefully Ethan. My family and I, our bodies are contaminated. I can’t leave the property until I get it out. The same goes for Mia.” You rolled your eyes.

“Is there a way to get it out?” he asked.

“We need the serum. It should clear whatever this is out of our body. As long as you're not too far gone.”

“Alright, so where is it?” Ethan sounded tired. You didn’t blame him.

“If I knew where one was, I would already be long gone. But I have a feeling that my mother has something hidden out in the old house somewhere.”

“So if we get this thing we can get Mia and get out of here.”

“Right and so can I. The old house is near the water, you can’t miss it.” You and Ethan shared a look. More? “I just hope you can handle my mother.”

“Your mother?” Ethan asked.

“Be careful. They’ll be lookin for you.” She hung up. Ethan put the phone down and you stared at each other for a moment.

“We have to get through this whole family,” you said. “Fucking Mia.” He nodded a bit and moved backward, sitting down on the small bed.

“Let’s just take a minute before we go to get the mother.” You sat down beside him and nodded.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Ethan leaned against the wall and closed his eyes a bit. He felt around for a second and grabbed your hand. He held it gently and you rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb.

Part 3

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