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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 1 year

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A fate worse than death, part two

Summary:The rest of the time find out what happen to you and the others

Type:Scenario: 141 + Los Vaqueros X M!Reader

Version:Mw2

Gaz was trying to get it out of Price about what happened while Soap was helping Rudy get Alejandro to the medic and Ghost was sitting in his room thinking. And you were no where to be seen.

"Come on cap, tell me what happened"

Gaz and Price were headed towards the Kitchen, and Price was getting alittle annoyed with Gaz.

"No Gaz"

Gaz didn't know what happened so he didn't know how it still affected Price in ways he's never been affected before. When they reached the kitchen there were two newer recruits talking, they have been in the military before and actually worked alongside of you for quite some time but they were new to 141. When Gaz and Price sat down Gaz was just staring at him trying to get it out of him, just silently this time. But now Gaz could see how the captain was still alittle shaky from early.

"Yeah he's crazy man, one time he used his sledgehammer and bushed his way up to someone's head, hitting every spot."

One of the new recruits said. Gaz stopped looking at Price, turning his head slow enough for it to creak. Gaz was horrified with what he just heard.

"Damn, that is crazy"

The other recruit said like it was a normal thing. But then again you are named death after all.

"Wait, wait a second. Who are you talking about?"

Gaz asked still in complete shock. The recruits looked at him alittle confused.

"Death? You know y/n?"

Gaz looked at Price then back to the recruits quiet. He couldn't believe it, no. He refused to believe it. You were one of the nicest people, yeah you scared alot of the people on the team but he never seen why.

"Are...are you serious?"

The recruits nodded. Gaz was shocked, far beyond shocked. Like yeah your code name is death, but he never took it seriously. You? Brutally kill a guy? He couldn't believe it.

"Yeah, actually funny thing I heard one day that apparently he stabbed someone multiple times, and while they were still alive he shoved a smoke bomb down their throat and the smoke spewed out of the holes he made in them"

Price was still silent.

~Off to Soap~

Putting Alejandro on the bed in the medic room, Soap looked at Rudy worried.

"What happened?"

Rudy looked at Soap with a face that basically said 'I don't wanna talk about it'. Soap couldn't see what happened so he was clueless to what you did. Alejandro looked up at Soap.

"Wanna know what happened? It was death, that's what"

Alejandro stopped to cough abit. Letting out a disgusted sound.

"He was crazy, he beat the shit out of a shadow before bashing his hea in. I....I couldn't watch"

Alejandro looked down, ashamed, disturbed, disgusted. Soap chuckled abit, but by the looked of Rudy and Alejandro he knew they were serious.

"Wait? Y/n? Are you serious?"

Alejandro nodded, Rudy just looked away. Soap stood there silent, taking it all in. Before Rudy spoke.

"The captain was horrified"

~On to Ghost~

Throwing a ball up and down he thought to himself, 'what happened when the shadows head dropped?' That's all he could think about. One second the shadow had a gun pointed at someone, and the next second that someone hit the shadow in the head with the gun causing him to disappear from all the snipers view. Not that Gaz and Soap were paying attention. Ghost could see Price's horrified reaction, the look of pure shook and disgust in Rudy's face, and Alejandro start throwing up, violently. It dawned on Ghost that he could always ask you, or go back to see what you did. He'd rather ask you. Getting up Ghost went to find you. When he did he grabbed your shoulder, causing you to turn around.

"Sir, what did you do to that shadow?"

The devilish smile on your face told Ghost, it wasn't pretty.

~The story of what did, from all their perspectives~

Price looked at Gaz, and signed.

"He...The moment he had a open window he grabbed the gun, smacking the shadow in the face with it"

Rudy, gulped, and Alejandro glared at the ground.

"He crushed the guys cheek bone, so bad you could hear it crack all the way over by us"

You grabbed Ghost's hand and leaned in.

"I bashed that bastards head until be fell to the ground, he, I could alright see the blood dripping from his head.

Gaz listened carefully, leaning in he didn't want to miss any details.

Soap stayed quiet, not wanting to accidentally interrupt.

Ghost shivered slightly at how you spoke, it was creepy. Almost inhuman

Price looked back at the table, in thought.

"Taking the gun, he didn't kill the man. No he did worse"

Gaz carefully got up, to make him and Price a cup of tea.

Rudy looked Soap in the eye, now stern.

"He continuously hit the guys thigns until they bleed no more"

Soap started to get nervous, just the thought of getting your thighs bashed in with a steel gun made his thigns tingle slightly.

You leaned back alittle seeing the discomfort in Ghost's eyes.

"He was screaming so loud, if was like music to my ears. As I watched his legs turn to mushy flesh infront of my very in eyes"

Ghost stepped back abit, now more cautious due to your creepy and low chuckling.

Price nervously messed with his fingers.

"He didn't stop beating his legs in until you could see the shadows nerves and veins sticking to the beaten muscle, that....ugh"

Price groaned at the thought of what you did, as Gaz listened getting uncomfortable himself from the way Price was unsettled.

Alejandro groaned loudly and stood up.

"He was like a senseless beast, when he turned around to look at us he bent in a way he shouldn't."

Alejandro practically yelled as Rudy nodded, Soaps full attention now on Alejandro. Soap was a tad bit uncomfortable, he's never seen Alejandro this freaked out over something. Neither has Rudy.

You stepped closer as Ghkst stepped backwards

"He begged begged me to not kill him, so I yanked him by the hair and asked him 'how?'"

Ghost has never felt this way around someone before, he didn't like it

Price looked you at Gaz seeing him making the finally touches in the tea.

"After he dropped his head, death was gonna stomp on his head, he was gonna kill him."

Gaz nodded and brought Price his tea. Recruits still standing there, listening.

Alejandro walked around the room to try and get the unsettling feeling out of him. As Rudy continued to inform Soap about what happened.

"He didn't get a chance to crush his head actually, the shadow stabbed the bottom of his foot causing him to jump back."

Soap thought that was the end and let out a sign of relief.

You grabbed Ghost by his mask and pulled him to you. Having the same devilish smirk you started with.

"He tried to get away Ghost, he tried so hard but I wouldn't let him, I stabbed him with the knife he stabbed me with."

Ghost was about to pull away but remembered, it'd be useless you'd only pull him back. He knows you get to worked up in telling a story.

Price nervously took a sip of tea, staring down at it as it swirled with the steam.

"He-....He used the knife to stab between his shoulder blades....before cutting his back open, all the way down to his lower back."

Gaz almost choked on his tea when he heard that. He pictured it to well, the thought made him wanna run away from this conversation.

Rudy looked down, legs and arms shaking slightly. Soap took notice of this.

"Y/n...he grabbed the sides of open flesh, and, oh my god... he ripped the shadow open like he was nothing."

Soap took a step back, horrified by what he heard. How, no, why? Why would you do that.

You pulled Ghost closer, now whispering in his ear, likely to keep this part a secret.

"I wanted to do worse Ghost, but instead I broke. Every. Fucking. Rib. He had, his screams only got louder."

Ghost eyes widen, realizing you met you had grabbed his bare ribs and snapped them all in half. Now Ghost has done some crazy things but this? It's on a while nother level.

Price rubbed his temples to calm himself.

"When he finished he, well killed him. With his foot"

Gaz had finished his tea by then. Still has that unsettling feeling.

Alejandro walked back over to Soap and grabbed his shoulder.

"Wondering how he killed a soldier with just his foot? Yeah? He stepped on him, well more like bashed."

Soap looked at Alejandros hand alittle nervous.

You chuckled darkly pushing yourself off of Ghost.

"I dropped my foot so hard, I still have his eye juices on my shoe"

Ghost gagged as you walked away laughing, the whole base could hear you. The ones who seen you kill that Shadow shivered remembering that laugh.

[A/n:I got lazy in the last part. But hear you have it. I hope you enjoyed]

#cod ghost #cod price #cod gaz #cod alejandro #cod rudy #cod soap #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod x male reader #cod mwii #call of duty mw2 #mw2 headcanons #mw2 x reader #call of duty

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uswnt-imagines · 9 months

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I’m Not Sick

Reader denies she’s sick, much to the worry of her girlfriend and teammates

"Are you sure you're okay Y/N?"

Y/N shrugged off Sonnett's question. "I'm fine. Just allergies." The blonde looked at Y/N worriedly as the forward made her way out of the locker room and onto the field to warm-up. She then looked over at Kelley who shrugged. "We can't push her if she doesn't wanna be pushed Em."

On the field, Sophia watched her girlfriend start warming up. She noticed that Y/N was a little lethargic in her movements and that she was more flushed than usual. Alex trotted up next to her. "Hey, what's up with your girl? She looks like crap."

Sophia shrugged. "She hasn't said anything. When she gets sick, she goes into denial. She doesn't like to seem weak to people." Alex looked at Y/N sadly. She took Y/N under her wing when she first got called up. She had become a sister to Alex and the veteran forward would do anything in her power to make sure Y/N was always okay.

By the time the team hit their first break, Y/N was drenched in sweat. She was regretting coming to practice. When she woke up that morning, she had felt awful. Like someone had split her head open with a sledgehammer. Her stomach wasn't much better. She felt like she was gonna puke with every step she took.

Vlatko had decided that today was gonna be the day that they conditioned which made Y/N wanna die. With every lap she ran, her stomach churned. She didn't notice Sophia or Alex looking at the girl worriedly, waiting to help at any moment.

Hell didn't break loose until they started to scrimmage. While going for Kristie's corner kick, Y/N and Crystal knocked heads. Crystal got Y/N right in the temple, causing the girl to lose consciousness before she hit the ground.

Sophia and the medics were at Y/N's side in seconds. "She's burning up." One of the medics took one of the sensor thermometers, holding it in front of Y/N's forehead. "103.4. She must have the flu, let's get her to the back and get some fluids in her." The team watched as the medics moved Y/N back to the training rooms.

Sophia went to follow after them but Alex stopped her. "Let them get her settled and you can go see her when we're done." Sophia nodded and let Alex guide her back to practice.

Y/N groaned as she woke up. "Who turned the sun on max brightness?" She groaned as she heard a giggle next to her. "Hang on babe." The lights dimmed and Y/N slowly cracked an eye open.

She saw Sophia looking at her while stroking the back of her hand. "Soph, what happened?" The younger girl sighed. "You and Crystal knocked noggins going for a corner but the medics said you also have the flu. Why didn't you tell anyone you were sick?"

Y/N looked away from her girlfriend. "I didn't wanna bother anyone and make them miss practice to take care of me, so I thought I could power through it. Obviously, I couldn't."

Sophia sighed and kissed Y/N's hand. "Baby, you aren't a bother. Everyone here cares about you. You scared everyone half to death when you didn't wake up. They wanna take care of you Y/N. I wanna take care of you, you just have to let us."

Y/N sighed. She knew Sophia was right. She grew up in basically a parent less home. Her parents were always traveling for work so she had to grow up quicker than she wanted. She took care of herself. It was hard for her to open up.

Sophia tan her fingers through Y/N's hair. "Let's get you back to the hotel and into a bed so you can rest, okay?" Y/N nodded and allowed her girlfriend to guide her to their car.

When they got back to the hotel and Y/N was showered, they laid in bed, watching a movie when a knock on their door was heard.

Sophia got up to answer it and came back with 21 worried teammates following her. Y/N shrunk under their worried gazes as Alex made her way to Y/N's side. "You really scared us bub. Please don't do that again. Tell us when your sick so we can take care of you."

Y/N cuddled into Alex's side. "I'm sorry Alex, and to you guys. I always took care of myself growing up so it's hard to accept when other people wanna take care of me. But I'm gonna try so we don't have to go through this again."

Kelley gently rubbed Y/N's leg. "That's all we're asking for kid, now let's have a snuggle party."

And that's how the team found themselves that night, all 23 crammed into one hotel room, looking over their teammate. Y/N had never felt more safe than in that moment with her team.

I think I'm gonna be okay with these guys.

#sophia smith x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt fanfic

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bruciemilf · 2 years

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I so desperately crave a fic where Bruce forgets all about an interview he scheduled with Clark, specifically, with our boys in this portrayal

He's swallowed up by that ginormous red hoodie Jason always forgets at the manor. It's got a soft undertone of beer and pizza clinging to it, and knowing Jay, the chances of that changing are close to none.

It's Bruce's favourite thing to wear.

Below that, Dick's sweatpants have to be snaked tight around his waist. He's wearing Tim's ridiculously soft socks, Batman themed as well, a flock of bats starting from his calf and gathering into his famous cowl on top of his foot.

On his hands, he's sporting two bracelets that Damian and Cassandra asked him to help craft. He accepted, of course, because his little Damian looked astray, eyebrows down and eyes worried, scared of rejection.

They were both terrible at it. Cassandra had a great time. And Bruce's dark green and sunshine gold bracelets pleased Damian greatly.

But he had no time to shower that morning; His ribs were moaning still, every step he took feeling like Bane's brutal, sledgehammer punches, hitting him right in the gut.

And Dick stole all his conditioner, and Steph smuggled his skincare products, exfoliants, bath salts, and everything she could get her grabby little hands on, and gone she was. Tiny fingers, big damage.

But that was fine; He didn't expect anyone today. He'll just scarf some blueberries and yoghurt and gulp down four espressos before burying his nose in Jim's earliest case.

That's what he thought

Before modern day Adonis suddenly emerged I his living room.

This man, he's...He's... he's beauty. That's all Bruce can muster in his flustered mind, brain itself blushing, cheeks hot and soaring with a fierce flush. Which was impossible to miss with his paleness. God.

There you are! Got me scared for a moment there," oh no. He makes deep voices sound cute. Those pearly whites had no mercy on Bruce, neither did that boyish grin, glowing silver and warm. " Thought I'd fall through a secret door and straight into a shark tank. "

Say something. Say something funny, come on, he's joking with you.

" ... Why are you In my house?"

Fuck.

"This man, - Clark, Bruce knows who he is. Out of all the bad things that had to happen today, being surprised by his favorite journalist just had to be one of them, - blinks, some grin cut down, and Bruce curses in his mind.

"Um. Your father let me in. Did you forget,-"

" I forgot you were coming. I, uh. I," he stuttered; He hasn't stuttered since he was 16, and had to pitch that board meeting to a mile long table of greedy, silver artefacts in suits who wanted to snatch his company. " I, - Coffee. You want...Coffee?"

"...Sure. I'd love some."

Was it just Bruce, or did this report carry a note of amusement in those words? Bruce scrambled for the first cupboard he could see, " NO!"

Clark jumped on his feet, making a dash for him behind the kitchen island. Bruce almost choked, because up close, he could notice the buttons and seams on that baby blue plaid shirt fight for their lives. " What's wrong?!"

" We're out of coffee," he hissed, muttering a ' damn it, Tim, I TOLD you to replace it' but no matter. He had to find Clark something else. " Uh... Water? Juice? Do you like orange juice?"

He could see it, the corners of Clark's lips tugging upwards, " Orange juice is my favourite drink. But it's fine, really. I'm here to unbury your deepest darkest secrets, not have lunch," he smiled, then, most likely noticing Bruce simply froze in place, he added, " That was a joke!"

Bruce forced a laugh, " Of course. Why would I have something to hide? I have nothing to hide," Very well, that sounded entirely too suspicious. " I mean, not anything illegal. Just... Secrets. The normal amount."

Clark nodded, endlessly patient, this saint of a man, " I've had my share of that. Don't worry, Mr. Wayne."

" Oh, just Bruce. That's my name."

The taller man smiled, " I'm just going to ask you about your involvement in renovating Arkham and maybe Mr. Grayson's podcast, but that's all. I won't try to fish for information. I don't believe in peer pressure and bullying."

" I know," his mouth spoke without him, " I, uh, I know you. Your journalism, I mean! My youngest enjoys your online interviews. We watch you together. I'm a fan of your writing, thought. It's magnificent. "

Even if Clark blushed to be polite and thanked him quietly, Bruce wanted to dive off a building without a grappling hook.

" Uh... Bruce? You're murdering your orange."

True enough. The fruit was entirely empty in his clenched fist, spilling over his hand and pooling on the floor. Bruce cursed. Slamming the sad, deflated remaining on the counter, he simply said, " I'll cut this now."

" Okay." Nodded Clark, clear, perfect blue eyes fixed on Bruce and his hands. Bruce only prays his fingers won't tremble like his heart is.

He stabs the orange.

It squirts all over his hoodie, and Bruce offers no reaction. It's almost worth it, this pit of mortification slowly, tortuously devouring his body, to see Clark's impressive frame shake with laughter behind his giant hands, goofy glasses crooked on his nose.

" I'm sorry," he sounds as dead as he feels. " The orange has retaliated." That did it; Clark was full on laughing now. Humiliation burned like liquid fire over Bruce's face.

If Dick were here, or Alfred, he'd hide his face into their chests like a shameful child. But neither are there, so all he can do is slowly place the knife on top of marble, and stand there like a statue.

Coming off his high, Clark watches him closely, a speckle of mirth shining on blue. " You know, you're nothing like I thought you'd be. As much as I enjoy this, you should change."

" I'll try. I don't want to be like this, either."

Clark grinned. " I meant your clothes, Bruce."

" ... Yes. I should. I have a large collection of clean clothes. Because I do my laundry regularly. I know how to do laundry."

Why are you still talking?

Then, gone was that angelic, fond grin from Clark's Greek statue of a face. He smiled hotly, almost...Sultry? At Bruce now. Something saucy. Sweat was sticking to his skin. " Do you want me to pick something for you?"

"... Please?" He squeaked.

Twin steps went inside his bedroom, and they didn't come out for a long time.

#batman #battinson #superman #clark kent #superbat #bruce x clark #soft bruce wayne #good dad bruce wayne #dc comics #dcu #jason todd #fluff #writing #my writing #text

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jamietarttsnorthernattitude · 2 months

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They all sound so intriguing! Hard to chose, but I'm going to pick Misery.

Thank you!!!! Funny you should ask because this one stemmed from a sentence from you! Way back in January (?) when there was that send me one sentence, I'll write 5 more, I got lovely sentences from you, @abubblingcandle and @jamiesfootball that I thought would actually work best as a fic.

Updated now that I found the link to other info I posted before.

So it's set post-season. James shows up at Jamie's house fresh from rehab. Jamie lets him stay. A few days later, Jamie wakes up in the hospital with no recollection of how he got there, but his Dad is there, telling him he got jumped. And Jamie thinks he's lying but he has a concussion (and a sprained ankle and bruised ribs) so his brain is all jumbled and his Dad is doing his best to convince him he's being the doting father taking care of his son. Jamie begins to get suspicious naturally, and that's when it turns a bit Misery-like. Not as bad as Misery itself (no sledgehammers or anything like that), mostly psychological Misery esq.

I'll put a snippet after the cut:

The ride home was misery. James drove too fast, unaccustomed to the horsepower of Jamie's car, and frequently hit the brakes heavily. Jamie had to keep from crying out as the abrupt stops forced the seatbelt uncomfortably against his bruised ribs, and the sudden movements made Jamie’s brain feel like a pinball inside his skull. After one sudden stop, Jamie can’t keep the groan from escaping his lips.

“Christ, Jamie,” James said, and Jamie stiffened.

“So-sorry, Dad.”

“I mean, I spend all this time waiting for you at the hospital, barely leaving your side; no one else is there, no one is giving up their time to take care of you like I am. And you’re sitting here making noises like I don’t know how to drive a fucking car. Like I haven’t been driving since before you were fucking born.”

#fic: thought i wanted love ('til you showed me what it was)#jamie tartt #fuck jamie's dad #thank youuuuuuuuuuuuu

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absolutebozo · 2 months

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Shadows in a Wondeful Little Home

Chapter 5: Shadows Overtake in the Absensr of Light.

This is the last chapter of part 1. I may (not) make part 2. It depends.

Tw: Blood. Death. Death will be in detail, so read at your own discretion. Implications of suicide.

Narrator POV

Except for Julie, she was in the tool shed, looking for something heavy.

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"Beautiful Dreamer, Wake Unto Me." Wally sang monotonely to his record. Wally had made it a part of his routine to sing Beautiful Dreamer while getting ready to leave for the day. At this point, all the other people who worked in the building, other than the actors, had left.

Wally kept singing when he heard the door open behind him. He looked up into his mirror and saw Julie in the doorway. But something looked off. "Oh hi Julie, what can I do for you-AH!" Wally let out a scream as cold, hard metal met the top of his right shoulder. Pain shot through Wally as he gripped his shoulder and moved to the side. Julie hadn't entirely connected the hit with the sledge hammer, so she ended up smashing it into Wally's vanity as well. Making a loud, crashing noise.

"JULIE?! JULIE WHAT'S WRONG?!" Wally yelled as he continued gripping his shoulder. The pain had dulled down slightly, but still hurt quite a lot. Wally was pretty sure that the hit from the sledge hammer had broken his clavicle.

Julie ran towards him again with the sledge hammer. Connecting a blow to Wally's chest. Wally felt the ribs on his left side snap. The pain was unbearable, causing Wally to yelp as he fell backwards onto the floor.

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Barnaby was always quick to change out of his work clothes to something more comfortable, he wasn't a difficult guy. Because of this, Barnaby always went to go hang out with Wally while he finished getting changed.

Barnaby was walking down one of the hallways that led to Wally's dressing room when he heard a crash. Barnaby knew it came from Wally's room and started to put a little pep in his step. That was until he heard Wally yell in pain. Oh no. Oh man, oh geez. Barnaby thought to himself as he ran to Wally's room. When he got to Wally's door way, he saw Wally cowering on the floor while Julie towered over him with a sledge hammer in her hand. Before Barnaby could think, he tackled Julie into the wall across from him, causing them both to fall on the floor. At this point, Wally had painstakingly managed to crawl his way back to the far wall of his dressing room.

Barnaby crawled his way over to Wally to check on him. "Wally, are you ok? Are you o-" Barnaby asked Wally once he had reached him. But poor Barnaby didn't even get to finish his question. Julie had swung the sledgehammer into the side of Barnaby's head, slamming his head into a wall. Julie had swung with such a force that an audible crunch was heard from Barnaby's skull shattering. A sickening squish was also heard, this was the smashing of Barnaby's brain between the sledge hammer and the cinderblock wall of the building.

Barnaby slumped over on top of Wally, dead. There was a strange, jello-like substance and blood dripping out of Barnaby's ear, falling onto Wally's jacket.

"BARNABY." Wally cried out.

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"BARNABY" Wally cried out. He had seen Julie get up and wind up for the swing that splattered parts of Barnaby's brains onto the wall next to them. But Wally's mouth had become unnaturally dry, probably because he was is in shock from the broken ribs he had gotten.

Wally let out a shriek as parts of Barnaby's brain leaked out of his ear and onto Wally's robe. "BARNABY. WAKE UP. WAKE UP. PLEASE." Wally screamed in the vain hope that he was just in a really bad nightmare. Wally turned to face Julie since she was still there. "You-you owe me $10 dollars, you dummy." Wally said as he turned his head to the side. Wally had seen Julie raise her arms up above her so she could bring the sledge hammer down on Wally. Wally knew he didn't have a chance to escape, but even if he did, he wouldn't have taken it. His best friend had just died in front of him, his only source of true happiness in his life and it was leaking blood and brain onto him from a smashed in head. He turned his head to the side, and smiled slightly cause he was going to join his friend in the after life real soon.

SLAM

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Howdy and Poppy were heading to the front entrance to go home after getting out of their work clothes when they heard a crash.

"I have to go check that out. Stay here. Or go to your car Poppy." Howdy said as he quickly turned around to head to Wally's dressing room. They had just left their dressing room, so they were still in the back of the building. "No, I'm coming with you." Poppy told Howdy as she followed close behind him.

After running for a couple seconds, Howdy reached Wally's doorframe. And what he saw sent a shiver through his body.

He saw Julie, sledgehammer in hand, standing over Wally and Barnaby. Except, the sledgehammer was dripping with blood. Blood was pooling onto the floor, it was from Wally and Barnaby. Barnaby's half crushed head was in Wally's lap, brain matter was on Wally's robe from Barnaby's caved in head. Wally was not in any better condition. Peeking out from underneath his robe was a violently black and blue bruise on his shoulder, his head was also caved in. The only difference was that it appeared that Wally was slightly facing forward when he had gotten his head smashed in. The evidence of this was that Wally's right eyeball had completely come out of its socket. It was dangling by a single nerve that was still barely connected to Wally's head. Wally's face was the same color as the bruise on his shoulder.

Poppy ran up behind him and started to ask "What's wrong?" But she didn't get to finish her sentence when she took in the scene before her. Wally's eye was spinning from the force of which it was knocked out of his face, falling immediately when Poppy arrived. Poppy bent down to the floor and vomited what she had eaten for lunch. The bits of chocolate from the cookies she baked during filming today were still whole.

Julie whipped her head around violently to face them. "Oh no. Poppy. Poppy run. Right now." Howdy yelled, failing to sound calm. He put his hand on Poppys back and gently pushed her forward as he started running, making sure that Poppy ended up in front of him. Howdy heard the patter of Julie's feet in the hard floor running behind him, getting closer and fast. Howdy, somehow, managed to trip over his own feet. He watched in horror as he saw Poppy turn to try and help him. "NO POPPY. LET GO. RIGHT NOW. KEEP RUNNING." Howdy yelled at her. "NO, I CAN'T JUST LEAVE YOU HERE WHERE JULIE CAN GET YOU!" Poppy yelled back at Howdy. But Poppy was too late, Julie had caught up already.

Julie swung the sledgehammer down onto one of Howdy's knees with inhuman strength. "Running away, are we?" Julie said in a low, distorted voice. Howdy shrieked in pain as he felt his knee cap shatter in his leg, hot tears streaming down his face already. Julie wound herself back again and smashed Howdy's other knee into the floor. Howdy let out another scream of pain, his voice cracking from the sheer amount of pain that he was experiencing. In the couple seconds that this took, Poppy took it as her chance to sprint as fast as she could down the hall.

Julie let go of the sledgehammer, running after Poppy. It didn't take long for Julie to catch up to Poppy. Julie grabbed a fistful of Poppy's beautiful long hair and yanked her backwards as hard as she could, yanking some hairs lose in the process. Poppy yelped in pain as her hands went to her head for some sort of pain relief, falling backward onto the floor. Julie grabbed Poppy's head by the hair and dragged her back up to a standing, kind of crouching, position. "No, no, Julie. Julie please don't hurt me. Please, I'm begging you." Poppy whimpered out, holding onto the hand that was entangled in her hair. "Julie isn't here right now." A low, distorted voice answered Poppy's plea. "NO. NO. NO." Poppy started to yell as she was dragged over to the wall. Julie made Poppy face the wall as she pulled Poppy's head back and slammed it into the cinderblock wall. Poppy screamed when her nose broke on contact to the cinderblock wall. And Poppy kept screaming as Julie repeatedly slammed Poppy's face into the wall. Julie kept doing this even after the screams had stopped and the blood started to splatter on the wall. Julie slammed Poppy's face into the wall one last time and let go. Julie watched as Poppy slumped and slowly slid down the wall, leaving a streak of blood where her head dragged against the wall.

Julie made her way back to finish Howdy. Howdy was in the relatively same position that Julie had left him. Howdy was clearly in a lot of pain from his broken legs. Julie grabbed her sledgehammer and stood in front of Howdy. Julie waiting until Howdy opened his eyes again before bringing the heavy sledge hammer down onto his head. Julie wasn't expecting as much blood splatter as there was. Blood had splattered up to her mid-thigh and stained the bottom of the walls surrounding them.

Julie made her way to the buildings kitchen and grabbed a knife.

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*A couple minutes ago*

SLAM

"Eddie, Eddie what was that?" Frank asked, looking terrified. "I'm sure it was nothing love, but I can go check. Just stay here, I'll be right back." Eddie told Frank in an effort to calm him down. Eddie walked towards the source of the slam, which seemed to be coming from Wally's dressing room. When Eddie rounded the corner to get onto the hallway where Wally's dressing room was, he heard Howdy shout to Poppy that they needed to run. Oh no. Something bad is happening. I'll go get Sally and go back to the dressing room to get Frank.

Eddie wanted to get back to Frank as quick as he could, so he took a detour through the forest set to get to Sally's dressing room. Eddie felt a flicker of doubt about leaving Frank by himself, but he was already halfway there to Sally and he felt that he needed to get there too.

When Eddie reached Sally's dressing room, he found her curled up in a corner, covering her ears. "Sally, what happened?" Eddie asked, extremely concerned about what was wrong with her. "I-i heard Poppy screaming and pleading with Julie not to hurt her. But I think she's dead now." Sally barely got out, she started rocking herself back and forth in the corner. "I'll go check, ok?" Eddie told her before heading out of her dressing room. He walked down the hall a bit when he saw Poppy's body.

Poppy was face down on the floor in a pool of blood. There was a circular stain of blood about five feet above her on the wall, followed by a streak of blood down to where Poppy was in the floor. Eddie had to resist the urge to vomit from what he saw. He ran back to Sally's dressing room and crouched down in front of her. "Sally, Sally. We have to go. Right now. And I mean it. I left Frank in our dressing room, I have to go back and get him. You're coming with me, for your safety." Eddie pleaded with Sally in hopes that she would get up from her spot in the corner. "O-ok."

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Frank heard footsteps outside of the door to the dressing room that he shared with Eddie. "Eddie is that you?" Frank asked as he opened the door of the dressing room. Standing on the other side, he saw Julie with a bloody sledgehammer and blood all over her shoes and near the bottom of her pants. "Julie?! Are you ok?!" Frank asked Julie since she was covered in blood. Julie embraced Frank in a hug, which Frank reciprocated since Julie was his best friend.

Julie slowly pulled the knife out of her pocket and stabbed Frank in the back. Literally. Frank let out a pained yell as he tried to back away with the knife still in his back, creating a deeper gash. "Julie? Julie why would you-" Frank started to ask when Julie shoved him onto the floor. "Ohh this will be fun. I hope you feel every. Single. Second. Of what I'm going to do to you." A deep, distorted voice came out of Julie in response. "Wha-AAGGHH" Frank screamed as Julie fully stabbed through Frank's hand into the floor. Julie grabbed her sledgehammer and slammed it against Frank's calf, making sure to hit the middle so it's extra painful. Frank could barely see. But he could see that Julie was sobbing, as if she couldn't control what she was doing.

Julie sat on Frank's thigh and took the knife out of his hand. Julie made sure to stab it completely through a couple of times in both of his hands before moving onto what would be her main attraction. She put the tip of the knife at the top of Frank's stomach and lightly pressed into his skin. Barely enough to draw blood. Julie took the knife along the length of Frank's stomach, pressed down on with the same amount of force. Frank wriggled uncomfortably as Julie did this. Julie kept doing this until ther was an opening in Frank's stomach. Frank was barley conscious at this point, but the pain was so strong. Frank felt like his skin was lit on fire and stabbed a couple of times. He kept trying to distract himself from the pain by keeping his eyes closed when he felt something he never felt before

Frank's eyes shot open when he felt a new sensation. It was like a pain he could never describe as well as an itch that has never been scratched before. He looked down at his stomach and saw that Julie was carefully taking out his large intestines. Frank, at this point, couldn't speak. Frank was even shocked that he was alive still. But that didn't last for long. Even though Frank had gone unconscious from the shock and blood loss, he could still feel everything that Julie was doing. He felt her string out his intestines and drape them randomly around the room, he felt Julie take his kidneys and liver. The last thing he felt completely before dying was a sledgehammer slamming his face into the soft, carpeted floor.

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Eddie only took about 7 minutes to go get Sally and come back to the dressing room he shared with Frank. And nothing could prepare him for what he saw in there. He saw a blood bath. Frank's face had been beaten beyond the point of recognition, his face looked like ground beef but doused in blood. There were multiple cuts on Frank's hands that just kept slowly oozing blood. But the worst part was that Frank was everywhere. Julie had taken his intestines and draped them around the room arbitrarily and his kidneys and liver were on their vanity table, suspiciously clean off blood. That was until he looked at the walls. In Frank's blood from his kidneys and liver, Julie had drawn multiple pentagrams all over the room.

Eddie took 5 seconds to take it all in before letting out a heart wrenching wail of agony. He was very much aware that Julie was still in the room, covered in Frank's blood. Eddie took a few steps to get where most of Frank's body was laying before collapsing and weeping. Eddie screamed and cried over Frank's torn apart body. He grabbed Frank's hands and used them to cup his face. Eddie could barely get words about between his heart broken sobs. "Frank...oh Frankie.... I.... shouldn't have..... left you here..... don't worry.... I'll join you..... soon." Eddie managed to get out between sobs. No words could be used to describe how much pain Eddie was feeling in this moment. He took a second to dry up his tears before telling Julie "Just kill me. I know I won't live for much longer. But I can't bare to live in a world where he isn't alive. So kill me now". Eddie had told Julie this as she was grabbing the sledge hammer to, what Eddie assumed, kill him. Julie stepped in front of Eddie and slammed the sledgehammer down on top of his head.

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Sally was still there. She was standing there in shock. Frank and Eddie's dressing room was a one-person massacre. She stood there, still as stone as Eddie sobbed over his ripped apart husband and when Julie brought the sledgehammer down on Eddie's head, killing him. She also stood still as Julie strolled her way over to where she was standing. Julie left the sledgehammer on the floor and had a knife that was already covered in blood in her hand. Sally's brain finally kicked in when Julie was right in front of her. Sally quickly closed the gap between them and gave Julie a hug. But what Sally didn't realize was that Julie was holding the knife out.

The knife plunged deep into Sally's stomach. She was too stunned and too in shock to even scream. Julie, who's eyes were red from crying, withdrew the knife and plunged it back into Sally. Julie did this three more times before Sally finally fell over, creating a pool of blood on the tile floor. Julie got down and slit Sally's throat deeply. She immediately dropped the knife with a shaky hand.

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Julie didn't mean to look it in the eyes. Truly, she didn't. But she didn't think that Home was going to be staring at her. She didn't think that Home could even possess people like that. Next thing she knew, she was having what could best be described as an out of body experience. She couldn't control her movements. Or what she said. She didn't have power over her own body anymore, but was spectating he body as someone, or something, else took control. By the time Julie had gotten control of her own body, it was too late. She saw everything "she" had done. She killed her friends. Brutally, mercilessly.

Julie started to scream uncontrollably. She had pressed her hands into her face, but they were coated in blood, mostly Frank's. After 13 minutes of Julie screaming and crying to herself over Sally's body, she quietly got up. She remembered that Frank had once told her about the gun safe that Eddie kept his gun in. She went into their dressing room and gagged. She started to weep again but she had something she needed to do. She took this little key she found in the drawer of their vanity and used it to unlock a big, black box inside the wardrobe they had. Julie took out Eddie's rifle and went back to the front area where "she" had killed Sally. Julie had already checked to see if the gun was loaded.

Julie turned the rifle around a d put the barrel in her mouth and her finger on the trigger.

Julie closed her eyes, and pulled the trigger.

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wonderland-smile-stories · 2 months

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~ Chapter 10. 1 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the throbbing in my head. It felt like I was hit with a sledgehammer over and over again.

Slowly I open my eyes before putting my hand to my head.

To my surprise, a bandage was wrapped around it.

"What the hell?" I mutter before sitting up slowly.

My stomach began to turn and I almost threw up, but I managed to hold it in.

For now...

"You're up." My gaze went to the door when I heard Eun-hyuk's voice.

I nodded my head slowly slinging my legs over the edge of the makeshift bed.

"It didn't take you long to recover. Which was odd seeing how badly you were injured this time. We all thought you were dead when that guy shot you in the head."

Shot?

Oh no!

Everything rushed back to me in seconds.

"Hyun-su! Those guys!" I jumped up from my spot but immediately lost the strength in my legs.

If it wasn't for Eun-hyuk catching me I would have crashed to the ground.

"Easy! It looks like you haven't gotten all your strength back."

A groan escaped my lips trying to get used to the dizziness.

"I'm fine, but what happened to those guys? Is Hyun-su....."

I was scared of what he would answer.

"Dead?" My grip tightened on his shirt tightened by only thinking about Hyun-su being gone for good.

Eun-hyuk shook his head before he sat me back down on the bed and took a seat next to me.

"The guys are gone well except one or two." A frown came to my face.

Did Eun-hyuk and the others kill them all?

How is that even possible? I don't see a lot of them killing them. Maybe Yi-kyung, Sang-wook, and Ji-su if it meant that everyone would be safe.

"When you were unconscious they took Hyun-su to the roof. There, one of them turned against them and killed most of them we took out the remaining ones down here. It turned out that the guy was just like you two. Hyun-su told us that the guy saved him."

Why was he with those people if he was like us? It seems like they didn't know he was a monster or they would have killed him.

"Where is Hyun-su now? I need to talk to him."

I was about to stand up, but Eun-hyuk grabbed my arm holding me back. When he saw the concerned look on my face his grip ended up turning into a gentle hold of my arm.

"I need to warn you."

My eyes went from his hand to his face.

"What? Why?"

Was Hyun-su hurt?

What was Eun-hyuk not telling me?

"When he came back he was different." For a second he paused to think about the right words to say.

"He was more colder and distant to all of us. That guy hasn't left his side. It seems like he is turning Hyun-su away from us." I know that Hyun-su can be a bit distant, but it does sound weird.

"Maybe something happened up there that scared him. You know and he's scared to tell anyone that's why he's distant and stuff or..."

"He hasn't come visit you yet."

My mouth closed when he said that.

"The last time you passed out and he didn't see you when he came back he asked about you in seconds. He didn't let anyone check his injuries and came straight to you. Now, he didn't ask for you. When Eun-yu and Mister Han told him what happened to you he just walked away."

I look away biting the inside of my cheek. It did hurt knowing that he didn't care enough about me to come and see me.

We didn't had a fight before this, but then again the last time we talked was when he went upstairs to cut down the sign.

Before Jae-heon died.

Maybe he's mad that he's dead and thinks it's my fault.

"I... I." I didn't know what to say, so I just shut my mouth and looked down at my legs.

I could feel some tears burning in my eyes, but I didn't let them run down my cheek. It's not like Hyun-su owns me anything.

We were barely friends, maybe not even friends to him.

My hands tighten around the edge of the makeshift bed.

I was probably just annoying him this whole time or he just pitied with me.

"Mi-na, are you okay?" Before looking back up at Eun-hyuk I blinked the tears away, making sure they wouldn't fall.

"I'm fine." His eyes scanned my face knowing damn well I was lying through my teeth.

"So what now?" I whisper out.

Eun-hyuk let out a deep breath.

"Whatever Hyun-su is thinking right now is being influenced by that guy. Maybe if we could separate the two we could talk to him and see why he's acting the way he does. That guy isn't okay, so if you see him avoid him." I nodded my head still staring in front of me.

"Okay, if you say so."

Should I avoid Hyun-su as well?

It's not like he's actively looking for me. But what if that guy plants more stuff in his head?

If I see Hyin-so I'll just talk to him, but I'm also not going to actively go look for him.

Feeling I was better now I stood up making Eun-hyuk's hand fall from my arm.

"Mi-na, where are you going?"

Turning my head to look at him.

"I need to check on Ji-su she was still hurt when I last saw her, maybe you should check up on her too." He stood up putting his hand on my shoulder.

"I already did. There were a few stitches loose, but everything is fine now." I gave him a small smile nodding my head.

I was glad he looked after her.

No matter what happened in the past he still has the best intention for everyone, even though it's not always the correct method the way he does things.

I can only imagine the pressure he has been on his shoulders right now. Even if his only a few years older than me he has so much responsibility for someone his age.

I don't know how he's doing all of this without breaking down.

Before I could hold myself back I brought Eun-hyuk into my embrace. We were both surprised by my actions, but I think we both needed it.

"Thank you," I mutter against his shoulder.

"For taking care of me, us." I continued.

It took him a while, but he eventually wrapped his arms around me. It was a little awkward for him to do so, but he still did it.

I don't think he has given a lot of hugs in his life.

"Not only now in this time of crisis, but before everything went bad as well."

He could have just ignored me and seen me as one of his little sister's friends, but he didn't.

He made an effort to talk to me when I was over at their place. Offer me food and a place to sleep when it was late even though I lived in the same building or walked me to my apartment because he knew that this wasn't the best place to be alone in the evening for a girl.

Waited with me on Eun-yu when she was late. He did all of that even though I was just his little sister's friend.

"It's okay. You make my sister happy, so I'm happy to do all those things." I nodded my head before pulling away.

"Besides you're also my friend remember? I care about you and I don't want you to get hurt." A smile came to my face happy that he said that.

For some part, he reminded me of my friend Ace. He would always look after me when I was hurt. Even when I told him I was fine.

"I don't want you to get hurt as well. I honestly don't think I can handle Eun-yu on my own." He laughs shaking his head.

"To be honest, she probably listens more to you than me. I know that if something happened to me she would be fine with you." I didn't like that he thought that something would happen to him.

I'm here hoping that everyone will survive this.

"We will all survive this, Eun-hyuk. Maybe not all of us will be fully human, but we will survive."

I'll make sure that nobody will die anymore that I care about even if that means I have to kill people of monsters.

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alpacaparkaseok · 8 months

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Hoseok & autumn please

"What are you carving into your pumpkin?" Hoseok asks, coming around the table to spy on your creation. You turn the pumpkin away from him, hands on your hips.

"Hey, no peeking!"

He throws his hands up in defeat. "Alright, alright! You win," he laughs. "I'm nearly finished with mine."

"Give me..." you squint at the clock. "Five more minutes."

"So, ten."

You grab a handful of pumpkin guts. "Don't make me throw this at you."

Hoseok whimpers. "No need for that!" He settles down once you put the pumpkin guts back in the bowl, chuckling to yourself. "So...where's your boyfriend tonight? Working?"

Your jaw clenches. Your boyfriend hardly had any time for you anymore. Between his new job and his perky coworker, you knew enough to know that you had to end things before it got ugly. Coming to Hoseok's tonight for your annual pumpkin carving night was supposed to be a therapeutic experience.

"Yes."

Hoseok's eyebrows arch. "That bad, huh?"

You force yourself to set the carving knife down, for fear of the anger roiling up in your veins. "He's obsessed with his new job. And he's got this coworker - she's hot, Hoseok. Like, jaw-dropping, unbelievably so. And sweet and smart and hot."

"You said hot twice."

You laugh, dry and high. "Then you get the picture! All they do is spend time together. Even when they're not at work, they're always on the phone for something important." Shaking your head, you lift up the knife once more, making the final few cuts. "I'm breaking up with him in the morning."

"Good."

Looking up, you catch sight of Hoseok's expression. He isn't looking at you, instead staring at his pumpkin as though ready to crush it.

"Woah there, buddy. Don't ruin your masterpiece over some idiot."

Hoseok blinks. "I - I'm sorry. How are you feeling about it? I thought you were head over heels for this guy."

You shrug. "I...was. Unfortunately. But, he changed. I didn't. I couldn't keep up with him." You step back, turning your pumpkin around. "There! All finished."

Hoseok stands to study your pumpkin. "Princess Peach?"

"Princess - no! It's a little pumpkin! You know, I thought it'd be cool. A pumpkin on a pumpkin?"

"Oh, right. Right." Hoseok nods vigorously. "I see it now. It looks..." He looks to you helplessly.

You meet his eyes and can't help but laugh. His laugh makes you laugh even more, leaving you clutching your sides and wiping tears from your eyes.

"It feels good to laugh like this," you gasp out a few minutes later. You walk over to Hoseok's pumpkin only to start laughing all over again. "What is that supposed to be?"

Hoseok's laugh turns wry. "What do you mean? It's Bowser!"

"Ah, that explains the Princess Peach comment. You've got Mario on the brain."

"Precisely." Hoseok looks at you with the same old half-smile he typically gets around you. "Hey, I've got an idea."

His idea turns out to be his best one yet. Setting up with a sledgehammer he borrowed from a worried looking neighbor, Hoseok positions your pumpkin in his backyard.

"Alright! Welcome to our first annual pumpkin smash!" He announces as you cheer. "Imagine this pumpkin to be your soon to be ex-boyfriend. I want you to take it all out on this sweet, innocent pumpkin."

You roll your eyes. "Sweet and innocent? Yeah, right."

Hoseok claps. "That's the spirit! Now, let the pumpkin smash begin!"

You both whoop and holler as you smash into the pumpkin, watching bits of orange fly around the yard. Hoseok cheers loudly as you laugh, teeing up like a golfer before hitting a chunk to oblivion.

"That's right! There you go!" Hoseok cheers as you demolish the pumpkin. You're panting when you hand the sledgehammer to him.

"Who are you going to imagine?" You ask. A weight has disappeared from your shoulders. You were right - coming here tonight really has turned out to be therapeutic.

Hoseok's grin is frightening as he examines the sledgehammer. "Same as usual whenever I do this kind of stuff." He shrugs, hoisting the sledgehammer over his shoulder. "All the boys that ever hurt you. All the times I couldn't stop it from happening."

Before you can respond to that, he's swinging, crashing into his pumpkin with resounding force.

"You don't -" you watch as Hoseok hits it again. "You don't have to save me, you know."

He glances back over his shoulder, that same half-smile looking a little worse for wear. "I know. You're perfectly capable."

"You -" thwack! "You're wonderful at picking up the pieces, Hoseok. I'm sorry that I'm such a mess-"

Hoseok's jaw is working as he watches a piece of the pumpkin fly. Leaning against the sledgehammer, he lowers his head.

What you'd give to know what was going through his head right now. Despite the want - the need - the run forward and ask him just that, you remain frozen in place. This is a subject neither of you have ever touched before. It's off-limits. An unspoken rule: you're friends.

Nothing more.

Yet standing here watching Hoseok, you find yourself desperately wanting everything you've never had with him.

Hoseok swears under his breath before throwing the sledgehammer down. When he turns to face you, there's a wild look in his eyes.

"You're breaking up with him tomorrow?"

You nod slowly. Intensity rolls off Hoseok in waves.

"Then what?"

"...what do you mean?"

Hoseok is breathing hard, but you don't think it's from the pumpkin smash. "I'm going to do something stupid."

"What?"

Hoseok doesn't answer. He strides over, leaves crunching underfoot as he reaches for you. You're reaching, too, you think. There isn't enough time to know for certain before Hoseok's lips crash onto yours.

You're set aflame as your hands dig into his sweater, your senses on fire. He smells like pumpkin and firewood and his voice is choked as he whispers out your name.

"...hmm?"

Hoseok holds your face in his hands, looking strangely heartbroken. "Then what?"

Then...what?

The reality of the situation hit you hard. You stumble back, eyes wide. Hoseok already knew the answer, but you didn't want to say it.

"Then," he says, and you finally understand why his smile is only half-full. "We both need time to figure this out. You need time to be on your own, you haven't had that for years."

You're shaking your head already. "No - no, I can figure that out here, with you. Can't I?"

"You could...but."

He's right. You'd been in and out of relationships for years. If you were to be here, with Hoseok, you needed to be fully here.

And right now, you weren't sure you even knew who you were without a boyfriend.

"Tell you what," you say, hands running through your hair. "Same time, same place, next year. I'll go. You're right - I need time to myself to sort me out."

Hoseok nods. "We'll still keep in touch. We're friends, first."

"Will you..." you trail off, worry imbuing your tone. "Will you still want me, then?"

Hoseok's laugh is sweet as pumpkin pie. "I'll always want you."

The second annual pumpkin smash would be the best yet.

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Stack The Deck - Tremors

CW: withdrawal, emetophobia, Carewhumper

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"I get the feeling that vomiting is like a hobby of yours."

Even thought Chris had to fight for this privilege, he manged to bring them into the bathroom again. Elliot perched between the wall and toilet, his tormentor sitting right across on the tub's edge and keeping a watchful eye out for him.

To Chris, it felt like they had been here before, in fact, more than once. He was certain it also would be the last time.

"I hate you," Elliot wheezed through chattering teeth and spat limpid bile into the bowl.

"Then you are in the best of company, I hate myself too. Look how much we have in common!"

A sob, so defeated and frantic it hurt to listen, made Chris back off with a sigh: "It was just a joke. But you're not in the mood, huh?"

Sniffling and rubbing his nose against a sleeve of his sweater, too dried out for any tears, the trembling form was practically begging to be consoled. It had been a massacre when Chris handed out Elliot's old clothes. Sure, maybe it was a bit weird that he kept these old rags for months, but there was no need to shout himself croaky over a bit of memorabilia.

His mother told him that she gave them away - short and simple. Elliot had thought in terms of Goodwill or her coworkers' children, not right into the hands of the man he wanted her to stay miles away from. They had met, he knew that much now, and it made him dizzy with disgust again.

But Morris just stared, with these hungry eyes Elliot was caught in day in and day out.

He wanted to hold him, softly kiss his pain away or try a certain something else that could brighten Elliot's mood but Chris knew how a person in his condition was likely to act. Usually, he left this kind of behavior on the streets.

Speaking of which, Morris was still plagued by the hours spent in the dark. He had to figure out the truth, sooner rather than later.

"Nothing happened while I was gone."

The sallow face adorned with blood-shot eyes looked back in annoyance. Drenched in hot-cold shivers emerging from the inside, he just swallowed thickly.

"Dutch, he...he didn't do anything, right?"

To his relief, Elliot quickly shook his head. Apart from the emasculation, they both got off cheaply, an untypical graciousness Dutch would surely love to dangle in front of Chris' face for the next few years.

Another retching came over Elliot's lips, just as sour tasting as the words he continued to repeat after each wave of nausea: "I'm not a junkie, nor your boyfriend."

Both was false, both were fallacies. Yet today was not the day to argue about labels, maybe it was the word itself that upset him so dearly - partner sounded too distanced in comparison. A lover one day, but well, for that Elliot needed to loosen up a bit more.

"Do you know the surefire way to figure out if someone's dope sick?"

"Enlighten me," Elliot gave a dirty hiss.

"You simply wait."

He went cold turkey for what now, forty-eight hours? The worst was about to hit them both like a sledgehammer made from vegetative dysfunctions and paranoia.

Chris needed to brace himself for the collateral damage that waited for them during the mandatory week of isolation. After the storm, he could take Ell out for the first time to have a proper date, surrounded by the safe darkness of the docks and cheap gas-station wine. Or beer, or liqueur - whatever he preferred.

Elliot had other visions. As soon as the virus he probably caught on that goddamn bench eased up, he would be up and running out of Morris' grasp. And if he had to dig himself a hole into the floor below, nothing could keep him here for a minute longer!

Amber or what unlucky soul came before him knew too well what an unbelievable catch Chris was. With every minute spent in the same room, Elliot understood less and less how someone wanted to get involved with that man. He hoped Amber suffered twice as much under him.

Not an ounce of sleep was granted to him, just fainting and dozing off for minutes at a time was possible, and even then he had to fear a curious hand hovering close above his nervous flesh.

All he was given for dinner was a plastic cup full of soup. The ramen and broth were carefully separated in front of him, as if to show that it hadn't been tampered with and out of fear that the noodles would be spat out anyway, Chris seized them for himself. The now chilled instant terrine was not what Elliot had hoped for.

"Can I please have my meds?" he tried again, not consciously aware of why he made his voice soften and shoulders drop, "I'll do anything you want."

Chris' mesmerized gaze was entirely focused on the man who looked like death incarnate. If only he was allowed to kiss life back into his chapped lips. Anything, huh?

"Please!"

Morris shook his head sternly. Though it was nothing more than a temptation to withstand, he decided to let his deeds speak for themselves. New chances didn't wait around every corner, so he surely wouldn't waste this one: "Do you believe in fate?"

"Shut the fuck up," his lovely guest mumbled instead and twitched weakly away from Chris' foot, playfully searching for any sliver of contact.

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OKAY, before I go back to gently decaying into the floor, I feel like I have to make a quick impassioned case for victoria goddard's books in general, and at the feet of the sun specifically, because I had assumed that at some point the series would reach an emotional peak and that later highs would be pleasant but not the same HEIGHTS, and... so far I have not been proven correct!

Okay. OKAY. 'The Hands Of The Emperor' was very very good. I read it, what, last year? I'd had it for a little while, one of those purchases for when I'm feeling sorry for myself and like 'surely this book will fix me' and then I impulse purchase a huge slab of paper. I think a friend was checking it out, and that persuaded me to actually dive in, and at a certain early point, the momentum tipped, and oh MAN, this slip-n-slide has no end in sight and I'm still accelerating.

The universe this is set in is called the Nine Worlds, and there are assorted novellas and short stories and a few sub-series of books, but HOTE is a good place to start. Career bureaucrat Cliopher (Kip) Mdang is secretary to the emperor at the middle of this fantasy world, a position he rose to despite being a nobody from some remote backwater and subject to a lot of fantasy racism. He periodically goes home to visit his family and childhood friends, who are all very impatient to retire, but he's still involved in piecing the world back together after a magical apocalypse (between 25 and 1000 years ago, depending where in the world you are), and is trying to improve the government at the same time.

The action begins with Kip tentatively inviting the emperor, his radiancy, the sun-on-earth, the magical linchpin at the center of the empire, if he wants to go on a vacation. The emperor does, and oh my god, I should have had such trouble getting into a story that's so.... quiet isn't exactly the right word, sedate isn't the right word, but it's bureaucracy that's front and center, and family dynamics, and politics and government, and it should have been a hard sell for me. I took a day or two off work so I could keep reading at maximum velocity.

Smash cut to the end of the book. I am about to dramatically oversimplify and also skip over a NUMBER of heartwrenching reveals. The emperor is placing a certain amount of ceremonial and political power in Kip's hands, and going off into the world to look for his heir. I thought that was the end of that, honestly? Again, usually, I would be a hard sell for an ending with those nominal stakes, but I was fully Into It here. That's 'Hands Of The Emperor'

The next book, 'The Return Of Fitzroy Angursell' (The Red Company Reformed, Book 1) follows Emperor Artorin Damara as he sets out on his hot girl summer, and while I am reluctant to drop any momentum at all for the big chonkers, this is 1) good shit, and 2) load-bearing context for the next huge book, the one that just came out. It might be possible to read the big book without this one, but I really, really recommend reading it. You won't have context for why Kip gets ancient civilization visitors, and that's only a start. I highly recommend every single novella and short story too, but this is the one that's key.

Now, a spoiler cut, because I don't think I can write about how this book hit me like a sledgehammer without getting into some spoilery developments, but I need to scream.

OKAY. 'At The Feet Of The Sun.' Kip is in charge of the government, even though he misses his radiancy and is also highkey ready to go back home and live in the house he bought and maybe invite his several closest friends from the emperor's household to come live with him. I thought I could see the shape of where this book was headed. Then. The emperor's spymaster started confiding in him about telepathic dinosaur soulmates and discussing his 'dear friend, his correspondent, the imposter' and what she told him, and I started to get a sneaking suspicion that shit was going to go off the RAILS

(also, i called it, I COMPLETELY CALLED WHO HIS PEN PAL WAS, I'm so proud of myself. It wasn't all that hard, but I nailed it the moment it came up)

Yeah, even though I was suspicious, I had no clue about why things were going to go in certain directions, or how, or where. After that first book, I expected to stay firmly entrenched in either government life or domesticity and uhhh. Nope! That did not happen.

FIRST, we've got canonical AU time, which delighted me to NO end, and was milked for all the juicy emotional potential I could hope for. If you read the book and want Even More, the discord has links to extra chapters from the pov of [spoilers redacted] during this portion.

But also, without going into context? ADVENTURE. We're off on a journey! Kip mentioned earlyish in the first book that he had a very close friend he lost contact with over the course of the magic apocalypse and hasn't heard from since, and he finally has the time and space to go looking for him! I'm sure this won't get wacky and wild, this is a very sensible book after all, starting a bunch of middle-aged bureaucrats.

HELL NO, DOG, WE'RE ON AN ADVENTURE! I can't say much context, a lot of it really, really has to be experienced, and the little book in between the big two ones is such crucial context for emotional developments. But. We're getting properly mythical up in this joint, we're in the realm of the divine, we're negotiating and bargaining with gods and other such entities. But where a strapping young lad might be doing favors and winning tokens, so that when a god gives him an impossible task he has the secret to success... Kip largely does for himself! With exquisite courtesy and skill at bargaining won over the course of a long and very successful career. I'm not making it sound as delightful as it is, but if you've been aware of Kip's success at Littleridge since the first book, and you see him come to negotiate with the Sun now, just!!!!!!

Meanwhile, Tor is hanging with the boat crew eating popcorn and learning hobbies like 'oh my god, kip is seriously the BEST, isn't he?' (this is not exactly what the emperor was doing, there were reasons he wasn't along for the ride, this was delightful to me, again, when i wouldn't have pinged this as my hole that is made for me)

And now it's time for old men in the absolute THROES of emotion!!!!! We are going to have AWKWARD CONVERSATIONS and talk about PRIVATE MATTERS, and it's going to be nervewracking for me, the reader, who was honestly trying to get back onto a decent sleep schedule!!! We're going to see some heckin REVELATIONS from side characters who bring this whole vibrancy to the life of this poor man who was stuck in a sterile environment hedged around by magical taboos for half his life! It's going to be extra moving for reasons I'm not disclosing! The scope of this second book is properly MYTHIC, and almost none of the most logical story beats I thought it would address (heir, retirement) are even fully covered, because there's going to be a third book, babey!!!!!

Oh my goodness. If you haven't read HOTE, I can't contextualize the incredible intensity of the bombshells ludvic drops in this story, and rhodin is so much more delightfully unhinged than I ever gave him credit for. Conju manages to be as wonderful as ever despite minimal screen time (i would DIE for him), and I've never seen a man so eloquently express his affection through hair care advice. The scale of this book is MYTHIC, but also, vibrantly human. Some of the passages in here put me in mind of like.... the first time I read the sedna myth, feeling that settle into my brain and hollow out a new space. But we've got some fabulous, bright exchanges over poetry, both the love of it and the creation of it (and the BANANA SCALE). It has an iguana!

It's hard to say that a book has it all, but this one really does. The first book was still incredibly good, don't get me wrong, I recommend it so, so hard. But this one had me howling with delight at each new plot development. I am painfully invested in these old men. I still need to finish the Greenwing and Dart series, but after meeting Jullanar in there and in the return of fitzroy angursell, I need to finish the series for whatever more of her I can consume. I need to read The Redoubtable Pali Avramapul, which I somehow missed, and the second Sisters Avramapul novel. I've also already started rereading HOTE, and the things that are more OOMPH in retrospect are already coming fast and heavy. I reread Petty Treasons and Aurelius (To Be Called Magnus), both of which are so GOOD, and I know that The Tower At The Edge Of The World will destroy me (and Portrait Of A Wide Seas Islander i'm saving for dessert)

I don't know how much spread this series has, I don't participate in Online Book Communities so much, I don't read often enough or thoroughly enough to make it worth keeping tabs on those tides. But this is a book where I feel like I have to recommend it at maximum intensity to anyone with the poor judgment to make eye contact with me. I love everything about this book, and I have to at least try to introduce it to anyone who's unaware of it

#at the feet of the sun #lays of the hearth fire #spoilers #atfots spoilers #vaguely #i went in completely blind and it was #i felt emotionally hungover at the end of that marathon #but in a very good way #long post/

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Chapter 31: Sirensong's Return

" Don't hurt her... she is only fighting to survive..."

I only laughed, flapping my feathered wings. However, Sekido decided to be an ass and hit me on the head.

" Don't be an idiot. Listen to Zoha's human."

" But where is the fun in that?"

I heard the dragon snarl and turned my gaze, seeing how two humans got the muzzle off before getting out.

I laughed and took off, heading for the dragon. It was half my size, and looked extremely weak.

But I was surprised when the dragon screeched and jumped onto the chains above.

I looked up, and saw it look at the hunters. I didn't think about it and went in for the kill. The dragon reacted and moved out of the way.

" FIGHT OR THE EGGS GO!"

Eggs?! I turned to look at where the dragon had looked. I felt a snarl form in my throat when I saw 4 beautiful white-blue eggs.

A man had a sledgehammer ready. As if to crush the eggs. I didn't like it. Not one bit. I looked at the dragon and turned to look at my brothers.

" She's being used to fight!"

" What do you mean?"

"She's just fighting!"

" They have her eggs! There is a sledgehammer ready to crush them if she doesn't fight!"

The dragon attacked, biting my neck with what little strength she had. I reacted and swiped my talons at her face.

She let go and immediately went to tend her wound I gave her. I pinned her, and looked at the men.

I widened my eyes when they held the sledgehammer above her eggs, getting ready to crush them. I felt my throat get filled with energy and used my screech on them.

" You couldn't have done that sooner?!"

" The dragon! She's not moving!"

I looked back at the female under my talon, seeing her eyes stare at me. She closed her eyes and lowered it back on the ground.

Was... was she expecting me to end it? After I saw that she was trying to protect her eggs? I heard the crowd boo at me when I let her go.

" Boo! Kill it!"

" Finish it!"

" This is lame!"

I snarled at the crowd while Zoha and my other brothers came out. I looked back at the dragon and saw her injury not healing.

" Kill the fucking dragon!"

" You have no right to tell them what to do! They are sentient creatures! You people are disgusting!"

" FUCK YOU!"

" NO! YOU NEED TO FUCKING UNDERSTAND THAT THEY ARE LIKE US, YOU PIECE OF SHITS!"

I looked at Zoha's human, and holy fuck were they pissed. I couldn't even think of words to describe their fury.

The dragon underneath me hissed at them and I instinctively growled back at them. The smaller dragon backed off and jumped to the ledge where her eggs were.

" And I thought I was broody."

" Hey! We need them to get out of here!"

" Don't deny it. You became attached~"

" Karaku! You're not helping!"

" Oh come on! Don't be in denial!"

I huffed before going to where the female was. She turned to look at me, and instantly snarled.

" Stay away from my eggs!"

" I am not after your eggs?"

" Lies! Don't come any closer! I'll fight you if I have to!"

" Mama dragon, calm down! Please? You are only stressing out your body more than needed..."

I look at the ground, and saw... Zika?! I felt my chest swell with joy! The little precious gem had woken up!

I wanted to purr, bit remembered our situation when a tomato was thrown at my face.

I didn't know why, but I had the urge to make a distress call. Before I could stop myself, I made a distress call so loud that it surprised my brothers and I.

" Holy shit- WHY DID YOU MAKE A DISTRESS CALL?!"

" I D-"

We all heard a roar answer my distress call. It was loud, and it sounded far. I saw people start to try and run, but were stooped by the female dragon's fire.

Her gel was almost gel like. Is that why she was called a Bio-luminescent Gel Wraith? Because she could fire gel sticky enough to trap prey?

I shook my head and heard another roar. I could tell that it held anger and hatred in the way it was roared. I shivered.

I didn't know why I shivered. But I had an instinct scream at me to flee. Even the female dragon seemed to have the same instinct.

" My eggs! I can't leave them here!"

She cried and fired at the bars that separated her from her eggs. I grabbed the bars with my talons and used all my strength to tear it apart.

She immediately went to her eggs, nuzzling them affectionately like she had never touched them in her entire life.

A massive shadow casted over the entire enclosure and I dared to look at what had created it.

My eyes widened, an instinct I have never felt before blossomed through my entire form.

I heard the human's gasp, and Zika holding my hind paw. The dragon was massive. It HAD to be three times our size from its shoulders to its torso. The rest of it had a serpentine body that of a snake.

Where its arms were supposed to be were wings. It had no arms or legs. I felt a new emotion burst through my being.

Was- was this what fear felt like? Was this what our prey felt like when seeing us? I had no idea that it felt like this.

" We are fucked..."

I turned my head to look at Aizetsu. We all did. I was at a loss for words when I heard him cuss. I think we all were.

" AH! I THOUGHT THEY WENT EXTINCT?!"

" SHIT! WE ARE ALL FUCKED!"

I turned my attention back to the massive dragon, seeing it open its jaws. There was a purple gas that formed before it released it.

It wasn't gas anymore as it had turned into purple flames. I saw it take out all the humans within less than second.

Except the mother dragon. She had ling fled the area. I noticed when I looked back at where I last saw her.

" That's... that's a S-Si-Sirensong..."

" I thought they went extinct 67 000 years ago..."

A Sirensong? It sure as fuck fit it. I snarl and stood above Zika protectively as I stared at it.

An extinct dragon came back from extinction? I almost wanted to laugh. But my new extinct held me back from doing so.

I had to protect my brothers and humans from this dragon. Even if it costed my own life to do so.

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#demon slayer #hantengu clones dragon au #dragon hantengu clones au #angry oc with a hatred for humans #the hunter assassin book #hantengu #sekido #urogi #aizetsu #zohakuten #karaku

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The Bookshop Clock & Time

I've been taking snapshots of the clock in Aziraphale's bookshop throughout season 2 and it's been so strange. All the references to time throughout the season got me thinking. "Too late" "I need more time" "I'm late". Crowley mentions a Richard Curtis film about falling in love in the rain. Since just about every media reference this season hits like a sledgehammer when I've looked it up, I decided to check out this one too. Based on a pretty basic google search "About Time" (directed by Richard Curtis) may have such a rain-related scene in it. What jumped out at me was the synopsis though. This movie deals with time travel in order to change events in the protagonist's life. HUH. INTERESTING.

In episode 2, we can see the clock is placed in the 10 o'clock hour when Gabriel starts singing "Every Day". We can still see the clock is in the 10 o'clock hour when the three archangels are in the bookshop. When Crowley and Aziraphale return from the bar to interrogate Gabriel about where he first heard the song, he says that he just heard it "this morning". Seems perfectly fine. He also remembers the "three nice people in the shop just now". Just now? The clock is sitting at like 5:20pm now! We just had a seven hour jump in time! Gabriel has been left unattended in the bookshop! I find myself doubting that he was actually referring to the archangels at all.

Why make the distinction between "this morning" and "just now" when referring to these events? Unlike season one, it seems (although not explicitly stated) that both angelic and demonic entities need an invitation to enter Aziraphale's bookshop. The only non-angelic and non-demonic trio I can think of at this point are the zombies that we got zero resolution on from 1941. What could they have been up to though? Neil Gaiman had such an odd response of "yup" when asked about the current whereabouts of the zombies. Probably the silliest thought I've had about this season and I don't actually think there's enough to conclude a thing at this point. Maybe it's nothing. I still find the comment strange.

Do we have any idea why episode 2 opened with Aziraphale standing in his bookshop puzzled? The episode opens with the Job memory from 2500BC but we have no reason to be looking at it until Gabriel tips him off about it later. Were we supposed to think Aziraphale was pondering this memory before the tip? Why were we shown this memory out of sequence with the present day events?

Also why was a hand missing from the clock in episode 3? The hour hand appears to be sitting at 10 o'clock, in a spot that the minute hand could never overlap. Why is Crowley so cryptic about being too late when he cuts himself off from threatening Gabriel about Aziraphale getting hurt? "It doesn't matter. It's too late for that now. It's always too late." Huh??? Why so bleak?

Then we kick off episode 4 with Aziraphale stating that he's late.

What is the significance of the opposing wall clock behind Aziraphale in episode 6 while the grandfather clock is behind Crowley? This clock is either positioned differently or blocked entirely until this scene, from what I can tell. The white clock face stands out against a rather dark background.

Why doesn't Crowley use his time-stop ability at any other point than in the Edinburgh minisode? Why is Aziraphale perfectly blocking the grandfather clock face so many times over the course of the season?

When the Metatron tells Aziraphale they need to leave the bookshop for the final time, Aziraphale looks back to the grandfather clock and seems to stop himself from saying "I need more time".

While I don't have a strong conclusion about these things, I feel like there's just too much going on to ignore. It has to be SOMETHING. If anyone else noticed weird time-related things, feel free to chime in.

#good omens 2 #good omens #good omens spoilers #gos2 #gos2 spoilers

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of-twilight-and-moonshadow · 1 year

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Too Little, Too Late - Seth x Reader

I got this wrote quicker than I thought I would. I did have some canon help with the first scene, but that’s beside the point.

I actually kinda wanna turn this into a full-length fic, though. What do you all think? Let me know!

ANGST AHEAD 😥

Prompt is in bold. “I only did what was best.” “For you! Don’t act like it isn’t true! Because if there’s one thing I hate more than a turncoat, it’s a pesky little liar who’s too cowardly to admit he realizes the full extent of what he’s done.”

Y/N/N = your nick name

Y/R/N = your ring name

Tag List: @starwithaheart @shedevil22 @amourseculier @regalbanshee

My brothers and I stood in the ring, side by side, as Hunter and Randy slowly made their way down the ramp. The sledgehammer resting on Hunters shoulder gave me reason for pause, but with my brothers at my side, it wouldn’t matter. We will win this, just like every time before.

“In case you hadn’t figured it out yet. What I do better than anybody, is adapt.”

Tweaking my head to the side, cracking my neck as I done so, I glanced to my immediate right where Seth stood, grasping a steel chair. He glanced over at me briefly, as I gave him my usual smile… Only the one he returned seemed… forced.

“Last night was plan A,” Hunter continued, raising the sledgehammer off his shoulder and looking it over,” Tonight… Plan B.” He rested the sledgehammer back on his shoulder, a knowing smirk on his face,” There’s always a plan B.”

Instantly, Dean and myself sauntered up towards the ropes, Roman right behind us, standing side by side.

“C’mon then you sonofabitch!” I yelled, leaning on the top ropes, dangerously dangling over it,” Come on!”

THUD

Something caused my balance to falter, but I caught myself, landing inside the ring.

Roman.

Roman was laying on the ring floor, recoiling from an attack.

From what?

From…

My gaze snapped up; eyes wide as I stared at Seth. I could see Dean out of my peripheral, trying to make sense of it himself.

“Oh my God! Rollins just attacked Reigns with a steel chair! What’s he thinking?!”

Seth refused to look at me, instead keeping his glare on Dean.

“S-Seth?! What the hell?!” I demanded, kneeling down to check on Roman,” Ro—you… you good, brother?”

“P-peachy,” Roman groaned.

As I looked up, I saw Dean charge at Seth, who quickly modified his hold on the steel chair, hitting him in the mid section, causing Dean to hunch over in pain. Quickly, Rollins changed his hold again, before whacking Dean across the back with the chair.

“Are you kidding me?! Rollins refuses to let up on his attack of Ambrose!”

I had had enough, quickly raising to my feet and putting myself in between the two. Seth finally looked into my eyes and I could see the anger radiating off of them.

“Enough Seth! Stop it! What’s wrong with you?!” I turned to check on Dean, but Seth grabbed me and pushed me behind him, raising the chair to continue his assault. Without thinking, I made a grab at the chair as it came in reach over Seth’s head. Seth glared back at me, trying to shake my grip off the chair, only for both of us to be caught off guard as Dean hauled himself into Seth. The chair caught me in the mid-section, pushing me off balance and causing me to tumble between the ropes and fall unceremoniously to the floor below. Dean had no clue what his actions had caused, he merely acted in instinct, as he tried to get up off the ring mat, struggling to his feet. Above me, I barely made out Seth’s body, as he looked over the ropes at my writhing form.

“Oh my God! Rollins just inadvertently hit Y/r/n with the steel chair!… nasty tumble out of the ring… I think she’s really hurt!”

Suddenly, Seth disappeared from my sight, and all I could hear was the constant chair shots.

Thud. Thud

THUD, Thud.

“Rollins is going ballistic on Ambrose with that chair! He’s showing no signs of letting up! Someone needs to stop him!”

I lost count after a while, and the boos of the crowd drowned out most of the thuds. The chants of ‘you sold out’ echoed around. Seth came into view for only a second, as he rebounded off the ropes, before another thud.

I slid along the floor, resting my back against the barricade, trying to regain control of my breathing, watching as Seth walked out of the ring with another chair. Dean and Roman were nowhere to be seen. Then I felt my heart drop deep in my stomach as I watched Randy walk up the steps, into the ring—with the steel chair.

“Did he just make a deal with the devil?”

Randy began teeing off on Dean and Roman, focusing his attacks on Roman—and after a while, I couldn’t take it anymore. Despite the pain I was in, I had to do something. These were my brothers. All I had in life. Pushing up off the barricade, I slid into the ring, grimacing as I pushed myself up and shoved against Randy.

“Leave them alone! Just—” I barely registered the shrug he gave before I ate the matt, Randy having given me an RKO. Roman stretched out a hand towards me, but I was out cold. Randy dragged Roman towards where Dean and I lay, before unceremoniously ripping off Romans vest, and then his belt. He grabbed him by the hair, then the head, before hoisting him up and RKO’ing him into the chair. Seth and Hunter joined Randy in the ring, as the crowd let their feelings known.

The Shield… was officially over.

The play by play repeated in my head, weeks, months, even years after it happened. After everything imploded. It’s been almost two years and the pain I felt then still remains. Maybe not the physical pain but the emotional pain… the sting of betrayal… the heartache of love lost. Earlier, I had watched, as I prepared for my match, as Finn and Seth done a verbal back and forth in the ring. Finn seemed pretty cool—I hadn’t gotten the chance to actually talk with him though, yet anyway.

“You know what Seth? We may be similar in a lot’f ways…but there’s one t’ing… one big difference between t’both of us… Last week, on Monday Night Raw, I earned my opportunity at Summerslam…where you? You had yers handed to ya.”

That statement cut right back to the implosion of my family… and caused so many emotions, memories to resurface. Not what I needed to be thinking of before my match—I needed to focus. Unfortunately, focus was the one thing I lacked, as I sat backstage near the end of the show, an ice pack on my shoulder. Guess who wasn’t going to Summerslam?

Sighing, I tried to clear my head—but fate had different ideas.

“Hey lil’ red.” The voice was charming, as per usual. But not with the usual snark and ego that I was used to hearing the past two years.

“What do you want, Rollins?” I sighed.

“Hey, hey. Relax,” Seth soothed,” I just… I just want to talk.”

“About what?” I sneered,” You said all you needed to say, two years ago.”

“I’ve already apologized to you for that! You weren’t supposed to get hurt!” Seth exclaimed, before trying to calm himself down,” Look. I made a mistake, okay? Reigns and Ambrose—I didn’t need them. I didn’t—they were dead weight by then. But you? You and I could’ve been great—we still can be!”

“Absolutely… incredible…” I shook my head,” Do you hear yourself?!”

“What—”

I pushed up off the crate I was sitting on, the bag of ice falling to the floor, as I stared into Seth’s eyes,” You honestly think you’re the best damn thing, that you don’t need anyone! You betrayed all of us that night, Seth! You betrayed Ro. Ambrose… Me…”

“You weren’t suppose to–!”

“To what? Get hurt? Yeah, you’ve said that! But if you hadn’t betrayed us then it wouldn’t have happened in the first place!”

“I gave the company—I gave the Shield– EVERYTHING! It was my time, MY TIME!” Seth roared, taking a deep breath to calm down, before continuing,” I… I only did what I thought was right.”

“For yourself,” I choked, trying so desperately to hold the tears back; as he opened his mouth to argue, I cut him off,” Don’t act like it isn’t true! Because if there’s one thing I hate more than a turncoat, it’s a pesky little liar who’s too cowardly to admit he realizes the full extent of what he’s done.”

Seth and I stood there, staring at each other in silence, and as Seth was about to say something a stage hand called him to the gorilla.

“I hope you realize exactly what you lost that day, Seth Rollins… because there could be a day in the future, Ro could forgive you… Ambrose could forgive you… but I will not. I can not.”

“Y/N/N—”

“No Seth,” I cut him off, my voice soft,” The day you stabbed us all in the back… not only did you lose two brothers… you lost something that money and success could never buy you. You lost me. Forever. And no matter how hard you try… no matter what you do to try and fill that hole in your heart… you will never, never feel complete.”

With that, I walked away, leaving Seth standing there by himself. Alone, like he always wanted.

#wwe #seth rollins #seth x reader #reader insert #imagine #fanfiction #world wrestling entertainment #prompt fill #angst

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The Jason Todd Anomaly

Chapter 10: Who’s Blood Is This?

Pairing: Jason Todd x female!Reader

Warnings: lots of violence and villain death

Summary: In the second posted chapter of the night Y/N gets into a fight with Harley Quinn

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Harley's laughter was the first thing Y/N heard when she came around, her laughter joined by the laughter of all the freaks in her crew. She opened her eyes slowly, looking around the stage she was on. Dammit, could this night be any longer? It had to have been at least 24 hours since she had last been home. She could use some water, and food, maybe breakfast with Jason. The thought of Jason struck her hard enough to bring her back to her senses. Where was he? Did he survive the river? Had he been captured by the freaks too? She started to scan the room closer, fully taking stock of her surroundings. Her hands were bound behind her, with a jump rope it felt like. She was on a stage in an old theater, the Monarch most likely. Harley was at a podium near her, being the ringleader to this circus.

"Finally! The sleepy baby woke up! Now we can all play with her!" Harley chirped. The sound of her voice made Y/N sick. She had known. Joker was going to kill Jason and Harley had to have known. As exhausted as Y/N had been now she just felt white hot rage surging through her. She yanked at her bindings, trying to loosen them enough to get at least one hand free. She only needed one hand to choke the life out of that clown bitch. "OOO! She's feisty, who wants to play with her first?"

"Let me out of here and play with me yourself bitch!" she yelled. Harley looked surprised, probably wondering what she had done to deserve this amount of hatred from someone she had never seen before. Then she shrugged and laughed again.

"I don't think the baby likes me much," she said. The crowd booed and she giggled again. Y/N finally had loosened the knots and stood, running towards Harley when she felt a strong forearm against her chest, knocking her on her back, the air leaving her body. She choked for a moment before coughing. The heaping freak stood above her legs, cracking his knuckles. If she didn't act his hammer of a fist was going to crush her head. She kicked her leg up as hard as she could, catching the freak right in the groin, making him grip his now injured dick before falling to the side. She stood and before he could recover she grabbed an old stanchion and swung it as hard as she could at his head. It hit his skull with a sickening crack, collapsing the back of his head in. Y/N swallowed the bile that came up in her throat. She had killed before but not this close, it made her a sick for a moment, until she remembered that this person gave his loyalty to Harley Quinn. She still held the stanchion, moving towards the podium again.

"Hey cunt, let's play," Y/N said. Harley's face broke out into a sickening smile. This was exciting for her. She pulled a sledgehammer from the other side of the podium and moved away from it.

"What's with the face? Did I hurt someone you liked a little bit?" Harley taunted, circling Y/N. Y/N took a breath, she needed to focus and not let blind rage take her now. "OOo I did, a parent? Your sister? Your boyfriend?"

"Wasn't you...was your boyfriend...or well...your dead boyfriend," Y/N shot back, turning to face Harley as she was circling. Harley scowled.

"Don't talk about my puddin," she spat, swinging the hammer at her. Y/N jumped back, noticing that Harley nearly lost control of her weapon. Talking about Joker was winding her up. Good.

"Your pudding was a pathetic loser, he couldn't kill Batman, I mean, he couldn't even hurt him," she said. It was a softball throw, just something to see where Harley's anger truly lay. Harley snarled but kept the hammer in her hands, waiting for Y/N to make a move now. Y/N took a tentative step forward, wanting to entice the other woman. "Then what, he goes and gets killed by Red Hood of all people...not even good enough for a Robin, just Red Hood, some random vigilante..." Harley growled and swung the hammer again. Y/N dodged easily, but felt the wind by her head. Harley was powerful. She had to get her to lunge and then she might be able to land a killing shot to the back of Harley's neck with the stanchion.

"One more word about my puddin..."

"Red Hood wasn't even a good vigilante! He was new, a baby, and he got the jump on Joker that sad, pathetic, beaten, bloodied, dead..." Y/N didn't get to finish her taunt before Harley lunged. She dodged, telegraphing the move. She had one shot and she used it, swinging the stanchion and connection with the bottom of Harley's skull. Harley fell and didn't move. It took a moment before her freaks realized what had happened but when they did they started storming the stage. Shit. Y/N hadn't thought this far ahead.

A arm was around her and she was about to fight when a familiar voice filtered to her ear.

"Stay still," Jason said. She froze and he locked his arm around her waist, grappling them up to the rafters. Bullets flew by them as they ran along the decaying wood. Both of them had to jump multiple times as they broke beam after beam before they were able to jump down onto a balcony. It cracked when Y/N landed on it and she jumped as it fell, Jason grabbing her and pulling her close. Despite the situation he held onto her for longer than need be, but after that moment they were running again. Down the stairs and out the front doors of the Monarch. Jason got on his bike and she jumped behind him. Freaks were pouring from the theater, firing at them as fast as they could. Jason revved up the bike and soon they were driving away, across town and into his territory again. He rode to a clock tower and into a hidden garage under it. He helped her off the bike and they got into an elevator.

"Jason..." she said, turning to face him. Before she could say anything else he was pulling her close, arms tight around her, holding her against him.

After the river Jason had stolen a car and drove it back to the tower, calling the others and getting his gear. They were busy so he went right back out again, heading to the theater. He had gotten inside the roof in time to see Y/N taunt Harley into jumping at her. He had watched Y/N kill her and now it was taking everything in him not to kiss her into oblivion. His past finally completely dead. Everyone who had known about Joker, about what had really happened, gone. He knew that revenge typically didn't feel good but right now all he felt was peace. And she had brought it to him. He pulled back from holding her, ready to press his lips to hers when the doors to the elevator opened and there stood Dick, Tim, Damian, Stephanie, and even Alfred. They stared between Jason and Y/N, blinking a few times before they pulled them out.

"What the hell happened?" Dick asked. "You look like shit," Damian said.

"Y/N, who's blood is this?" Stephanie asked.

"Jason, is your shoulder dislocated?" Tim said.

"Enough!" Alfred yelled, halting the younger generation before him. He motioned for the Robins to move aside. The clocktower was Red Hood's headquarters and Alfred knew the layout by heart. "Master Richard go make tea, Master Tim get any and all first aid supplies, Miss Stephanie go check the perimeter for any sign of Harley's minions, and Master Damien go sit in the lounge for awhile and be quiet. Miss Y/N and Master Jason please go to the bedroom and lay down." Everyone followed Alfred's orders without question, even Y/N.

Upstairs in the loft Jason and Y/N collapsed next to each other in the bed Jason normally slept in alone. They looked at each other, wanting to say something, anything, but exhaustion finally won out and before they could utter a sound they were sleeping.

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bruciemilf · 2 years

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I so desperately crave a fic where Bruce forgot all about the interview he scheduled with Clark. With this portrayal specifically

He's swallowed up by that ginormous red hoodie Jason always forgets at the manor.

It's got a soft undertone of beer and pizza clinging to it, and knowing Jay, the chances of that changing are close to none. It's Bruce's favourite thing to wear.

On his hands, he's sporting two bracelets that Damian and Cassandra asked him to help craft. He accepted, of course, because his little Damian looked astray, his eyebrows down and eyes worried.

They were both terrible at it. Cassandra had a great time. And Bruce's dark green and sunshine gold bracelets pleased Damian greatly.

But he had no time to shower that morning; His ribs were moaning still, every step he took feeling like Bane's brutal, sledgehammer punches, hitting him right in the gut.

But that was fine; He didn't expect anyone today. He'll just scarf some blueberries and yoghurt and gulp down four espressos before burying his nose in Jim's earliest case.

That's what he thought

Before modern day Adonis suddenly emerged I his living room.

Say something. Say something funny, come on, he's joking with you.

" ... Why are you In my house?"

Fuck.

This man, - Clark, Bruce knows who he is. Out of all the bad things that had to happen today, being surprised by his favorite journalist just had to be one of them, - blinks, some grin cut down, and Bruce curses in his mind.

"Um. Your father let me in. Did you forget,-"

"...Sure. I'd love some."

Was it just Bruce, or did this report carry a note of amusement in those words? Bruce scrambled for the first cupboard he could see, " NO!"

" We're out of coffee," he hissed, muttering a ' damn it, Tim, I TOLD you to replace it' but no matter. He had to find Clark something else. " Uh... Water? Juice? Do you like orange juice?"

He could see it, the corners of Clark's lips tugging upwards,

" Orange juice is my favourite drink. But it's fine, really. I'm here to unbury your deepest darkest secrets, not have lunch," he smiled, then, most likely noticing Bruce simply froze in place, he added, " That was a joke!"

Clark nodded, endlessly patient, this saint of a man, " I've had my share of that. Don't worry, Mr. Wayne."

" Oh, just Bruce. Mr. Wayne was my father...And my grandfather too."

Even if Clark blushed to be polite and thanked him quietly, Bruce wanted to dive off a building without a grappling hook.

" Uh... Bruce? You're murdering your orange."

" Okay." Nodded Clark, clear, perfect blue eyes fixed on Bruce and his hands. Bruce only prays his fingers won't tremble like his heart is.

He stabs the orange.

It squirts all over his hoodie, and Bruce offers no reaction.

It's almost worth it, this pit of mortification slowly, tortuously devouring his body, to see Clark's impressive frame shake with laughter behind his giant hands, goofy glasses crooked on his nose.

" I'm sorry," he sounds as dead as he feels. " The orange has retaliated."

That did it; Clark was full on laughing now. Humiliation burned like liquid fire over Bruce's face.If Dick were here, or Alfred, he'd hide his face into their chests like a shameful child.

But neither are there, so all he can do is slowly place the knife on top of marble, and stand there like a statue.

Coming off his high, Clark watches him closely, a speckle of mirth shining on blue. " You know, you're nothing like I thought you'd be. As much as I enjoy this, you should change."

" I'll try. I don't want to be like this, either."

Clark grinned. " I meant your clothes, Bruce."

" ... Yes. I should. I have a large collection of clean clothes. Because I do my laundry regularly. I know how to do laundry."

Why are you still talking?

"... Please?" He squeaked.

Twin steps went inside his bedroom, and they didn't come out for a long time.

#batman #bruce wayne #clark kent #superman #superbat #bruce x clark #soft bruce wayne #good dad bruce wayne #batfam #jason todd #damian wayne #text post #dc #dcu

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thatoneguy031 · 1 year

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Uhh...

Holy wow, that was fast.

But, uhm. Yeah, onto King Clawthorne, the Titan of Burger Queen!

Also, shoutout to @rainbowangel110 for giving me more info on the show and fandom as a whole:

This isn't gonna be a "Oh my god, this character has pizazz" kinda thing, mostly because King doesn't wear much besides his collar, so this is gonna be more of an analysis of his character, and my personal thoughts on him.

Spoilers for the end of the show, by the way. If you haven't finished the show, I suggest you finish reading here!

...You're still here? Cool, just don't sue me if you get hit with the sledgehammer that is the show's endgame.

So firstly, I have to bring up something I realized a long time ago, and talked about in one of my first ever posts up here.

King actually has a mouth. But, he never uses it to actually talk.

Something that someone mentioned to me, though, is fairly interesting about him. You know how some legendary Pokemon have a telepathy-like way of communicating with the humans in the anime/movies? That someone on Twitter(I can't remember the name for the life of me, but kudos to them) said that he might communicate that way, only really using his mouth to either eat or let out those hyper shouts of his.

This is actually a really interesting idea that I wish the animators actually played with more. As far as I'm aware, neither Luz or Eda do as much as acknowledge it, nevermind question him about it. Maybe it has something to do with him being a Titan since his pops does the same thing, but I dunno.

Which brings me to yet another topic about the fellow: He's a Titan. Now, I hear y'all saying, "Guy, no freaking crap he's a Titan! The entire fandom knows this, it's no longer just a theory! What's the point of stating the obvious?!"

Here's one thing that I thought about. In my post about Luz, I mentioned that I loved her Titan Form. Besides the very heartwarming references that are in her outfit, she gets improved magic, durability, and can create glyphs on the fly, along with the magic circles that everyone and their mother in the Boiling Isles have been doing already. I was really upset when I found out that she only got to use it once before Papa Titan's spirit faded away, making sure to steal Luz's cool new form from her as it did so.

Call me Alpharad with the way I'm theory-crafting, but hear me out. King is already tapping into his Titan powers(As he should. You go, little furball!), unlocking and even mastering his hyper shout. How long do you think it's gonna be until he taps into more of his abilities? From what we know, Titans are extremely powerful. A drop of their blood contain enough power to open holes between realms, even being able to make a sort of purgatory area, as shown in Vee's debut episode(Is there a specific name for that area? That was also really cool). At least, I'm sure it's Vee's debut episode it appears in.

This might be the Pokemon fanboy in me, but what if King and Luz managed to sync up to bring that form back? Something more akin to Battle Bond, maybe? Heck, even King himself could get some kind of glow-up.

Speaking of glow-ups...

This... this is cool!

Don't get me wrong, I understand that King was in a state of distress as everything the show threw at him was finally too much to handle, and I do indeed feel bad for him. Very much so. But...

What.

The.

Heck?!

Lost Deity King, as I'm now dubbing him(Mostly because I don't know the form's real name), is what happens when you push a character too far. He's had enough, and wanted to snap Belos's neck for what he did to Luz, and Eda wanted to as well, but I'll get to her in the future. He wanted to kill him the same way Tsunami killed Gill(Wings of Fire reference, for those not aware).

...I really felt bad for him during this scene, though. Seriously. Excuse my language, but think about the absolute bullshit that King had to go through over the course of more-or-less eight years. He:

-Was basically abandoned at birth(I understand that Papa Titan had his own things going on, but he felt like he's been abandoned)

-Was convinced that he was the King of the Demons(Which isn't even a title, as far as I'm aware?) by the only thing he could even remotely call a parental figure

-Had to watch as his mother figure would turn into a dangerous owl monster basically on the weekly

-Was taken as a joke, a walking meme, for most if not all of his life(It sorta made sense for Eda and Luz, as they were family to him, and he knew it was just fun and games from them)

-Nearly died on several accounts, the most devastating of which(That I can remember) being nearly crushed in a magic cube because he did something as petty as refusing to write fanfiction due to burnout

-found out that his friend/sister TRAVELLED THROUGH TIME with his roommate/mother's sister(Who, might I add, TRIED TO KILL BOTH EDA AND LUZ on the SAME DAY, a few weeks ago) to look for the past version of someone that's actively hunting that same sister figure

-Was basically forced to team up with a potentially universe-ending being and be his plaything for about two or three days, watching those he loved being turned into puppets

-Was told that basically everything he believed about himself was an utter lie

Which, by the way, can I talk about that for a while? 'Cause this-

Just this. I can still hear his voice in this scene.

"...Y-You're all just messing with me, like usual, right?"

"Oh no... no no no no no no!"

"No! Keep that thing away from me, it's messing with my head!" Poor guy didn't even want the remnant of his horn back.

I'm not one to cry at movies or TV shows. I'm not trying to sound tough or anything, I just can't really bring myself to do that. But, when I heard King hyperventilate as he began having a existensial crisis, I bawled my eyes out for him. This scene legitimately broke my heart.

All of this, and the worst part?

...King is still a child.

That's right. According to the wiki(Which is where I pull a lot of these images from), King is around eight years old, and he's twelve during the epilogue. Point being, he still in need of caring parents. Yes, Eda was there, but continuing to tell the lie that he was the Demon King(Again, not even a real title) was a bit of a low move for her. I forgive her for that, especially since it was with good intentions, but jeez lady.

Back to the list of messed-up things that King went through:

-Was separated from Luz and his three other new friends for like, a week, as they traveled to the human realm by force(Yes, he caused it, but it was because he literally had to)

-Basically got involved in the second Great Ninja War but if the ninjas were replaced by witches, and was considered a large estate of power

...Oh, and how could I possibly forget? King also had to...*checks notes*...

-LITERALLY WATCH AS HIS BEST FRIEND WAS CRUSHED UNDER BELOS'S FOOT-CLAW-THING, POSSESSED BY STUPID DISNEY "KILL MC" PLOT BS AND DISINTEGRATE INTO BALLS OF LIGHT!!

Yeah, no wonder why he completely flipped his shit in this scene! Wouldn't you?!

It's just that... King really went through a lot. Can someone give him a hug?

Like...

How did we get from this, to... That thing?

I said that I loved the Lost Deity, but if it meant that his mental health could remain stable... I'm willing to live without it.

...Rant and tears aside, I really love King. He's just a lovable dog thing, while still being such a slippery little fella.

For example, someone made this piece of artwork of him, and it's been on my mind for quite some time.

I know this isn't official art, but y'all can still admit that King didn't even have drip anymore... He was a whole fountain. I couldn't trace the image back a specific person, but I found it somewhere here, if you guys want to use it as a wallpaper!

(Also, I don't know why, but he gives such early 2010s energy in this photo.)

Y'all want more of adorable pics of King? Here ya go!

Woo, work it! Yass, slay queen!

Real talk though, we can all agree that this guy is awesome, right? Just off of principle.

Overall, King is my favorite character in the show(Although, between you and me, it was sort of a close call when Titan Luz entered the field), and I just hope that life is nothing but uphill for him.

...He deserves it.

#toh #the owl house #king clawthorne #luz nodeda #eda clawthorne #lilith clawthorne #papa titan #I was listening to im everywhere #by teknoaxe #and stitches by shawn mendes #and both songs synced with the last gif near perfectly #if you didn't know #im everywhere is jacksepticeyes outro theme #pokemon #legendary pokemon

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