#[Killer: NO! we’re going to prank him.]

[sock-to-the-third]

Love this XD

every minute spent in this company increases the chance of your sudden death by 20 percent

[wendichester]

More teen!dean please ?

⋆˙⟡ milkshakes & car dates,

summary. skipping school with dean is always a great idea

pairing. teen!dean winchester x reader genre. fluff

wordcount. 895

notes / warnings. teen dean!!! that's the warning

The school day drags like wet paint.

Your math teacher’s droning on about parabolas or something equally tragic, but all you can focus on is the folded piece of paper tucked into the corner of your notebook. Ink smudged in the corner, slightly torn — unmistakably written in Dean Winchester’s messy, all-caps scrawl.

WANNA DITCH LAST PERIOD? I GOT THE CAR & A KILLER MIXTAPE

You glance up. Two rows over, he’s slouched in his chair like he owns the school — that cocky grin barely hidden behind the tip of his pen. When you meet his eyes, he winks.

You nearly drop your pencil.

Dean Winchester is trouble wrapped in a leather jacket and dimples. He doesn’t do straight A’s or science fairs. He does engine oil and motel beds and smuggles candy into class like it’s contraband. He’s also the only person who’s ever made you laugh so hard you snorted soda through your nose — and then offered you his flannel to wipe it off.

You don’t even remember agreeing to date him. It just sort of… happened. Between one prank war in history class and that time he walked you home in the rain with only his jacket and zero umbrella. He never actually asked, just kissed you one day after detention and said, “Guess you’re stuck with me now.”

And honestly? You are.

“You sure your dad won’t freak?” you ask as you slide into the passenger seat of the Impala, the vinyl still warm from the sun.

Dean smirks, throwing the car into drive with one hand, the other already reaching for the cassette deck. “He’s in another state and doesn’t know what day it is. We’re golden.”

The Impala purrs to life, and so does the music — loud and unapologetic, something with guitars and drums that make your heartbeat speed up even more than it already is.

“Where are we even going?” you ask, half-laughing, wind tossing your hair as he rolls the windows down.

Dean shoots you a look. “You ever had a chocolate shake from that diner off Route 17?”

“No?”

“Blasphemy,” he says, slamming a dramatic fist on the steering wheel. “Guess I gotta change your life.”

And weirdly… you kind of think he means it.

The diner is straight out of a movie: neon signs, checkerboard floors, waitresses who call you “hon” like it’s your actual name. Dean orders two shakes, extra whipped cream, no hesitation. You try to pay. He blocks your hand with a french fry.

“Not a chance,” he says, grinning. “My girl doesn’t pay.”

Your girl. Your stomach flips.

You sip your milkshake, cheeks warm, watching the way the sunset paints gold into his eyelashes. He’s telling some ridiculous story about Sam trying to iron a flannel while wearing it, and you’re laughing so hard you almost choke on your straw.

Dean reaches over, wipes whipped cream from your lip with his thumb, then licks it off like it's nothing. Like it’s not the most casually intimate thing anyone’s ever done to you.

“You’re staring,” he says, cocking an eyebrow.

“No I’m not.”

“You totally are.”

You throw a napkin at him. He catches it mid-air, winks. God, he’s annoying. And you want to kiss him so bad.

He leans in just a little. “You gonna kiss me or just keep drooling over that shake?”

You raise a brow. “Don’t flatter yourself, Winchester.”

He laughs, low and warm, and you swear it vibrates all the way to your spine.

It’s dark when he parks the Impala outside your house. The porch light is still on. Your heart’s racing.

Dean walks you to the steps, hands shoved in his jacket pockets. He’s quiet, but not in a bad way. It’s like the night slowed him down a little. Let him breathe.

“I had fun,” you say softly.

He shrugs, eyes soft. “You always make it easy.”

There’s a beat of silence. The kind that buzzes with something new. Something gentle and real and teenage and too big to name. He reaches out, tugging a lock of your hair behind your ear, then just lets his fingers rest there — along your jaw, like he wants to remember how your skin feels.

“You make me wish we didn’t have to leave,” he says, like it’s not a big deal. Like it doesn’t make your heart ache in a way you don’t have words for.

You lean up, brushing your lips against his. It’s slow. Soft. Barely-there at first, until he kisses you back like he means it — like he doesn’t want the night to end either.

When you finally pull away, breathless and warm, he smiles like he’s just won a bet.

“Best. Shake. Ever,” he says.

“You didn’t even finish it.”

He grins wider. “Didn’t need to.”

You laugh, swat his shoulder, and turn to head inside. But he calls your name — soft, unsure, almost shy, and when you glance back, his voice catches a little.

“Hey… you think about the future? Like, what happens after this?”

You pause. “Yeah. You're there, without a doubt.”

“You too.” His hands are back in his pockets. “Just… makin’ sure we’re on the same page.”

You are. Even if you don’t know what the page says yet.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you say.

He smirks. “Not if I see you first.”

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[uhhlifeig]

Felix Felicis - April 15 - word count: 193 - @wolfstarmicrofic

“Moony,” Sirius said, grinning dopily up at his too-sober boyfriend. “I think us Marauders should…” he trailed off, searching for the right words. “make Felix Felicis.”

“Yeah?” Remus asked, helping Sirius off of the floor. “Why?”

“Cause- ‘cause we’d be amazing at pranks for a whole day,” Sirius said, eyes shining as he stumbled into Remus’s arms. “We’d be unstoppable, Moons.”

He gently guided Sirius towards the stairs to their dorm.“And how d’you plan to make it, hm?”

“Well, we’re all really smart- and even though me and you and James all suck at Potions, Wormy will help us and then we’ll go… uhh, wreak havoc and stuff.”

Remus pushed the door open. “That’s a great plan, seren. Now why don’t you get some sleep? Look, there’s our bed, sweetheart.”

Sirius stared at him like he had hung the moon and the stars in the sky. “I like it when you call me that, mon loup.”

There was a distinct grumbling sound from Peter’s bed. “Not to sound homophobic, but please stop being gay and go to sleep,” he groaned. “We have class tomorrow and I’m going to have a killer hangover.”

[callsign-rogueone]

five thirty

Dain Aetos x reader (Love!)

words: 1.0k

🏷️: no book spoilers, no warnings, set the week before fw begins, I decided to split this up so you’ll get Liam in the next one! I just wanted to post something today.

You don’t recognize the pattern of the knock at the door — it isn’t the specific rhythm your friends use to let you know it’s them. No point in answering, then.

The knocking stops, whoever it is outside seemingly giving up. You can roll back over and sleep until ten minutes before formation, like usual.

Then it starts again, louder.

You groan into your pillow, dragging yourself out of bed and grabbing a knife off of your desk before you unlock the door, pulling at Cosa’s power just in case. “…Dain?”

He wrenches his gaze away from the smooth expanse of your bare thighs as he speaks, his cheeks reddening. “Why aren’t you dressed?”

You bring a hand up to yawn, and the sleepy sigh you let out as you exhale stirs something in his chest. “It’s too damn hot for pants,” you answer finally.

He’ll give you that — it’s the second week of July, and the humidity is killer; he hasn’t been sleeping fully clothed either.

You realize he still hasn’t told you why he’s here. “Do you need something?”

“It’s Tuesday,” he responds, as if that should clear things up. “Leadership run?”

“Huh?”

“Every Tuesday and Thursday at 5:30, all the leadership gets together for a group run. Nobody told you about this?”

You really hope he’s fucking with you, but he’s never seemed like the pranky type, too by the book to do anything like this as a joke. “Five thirty,” you repeat, to confirm. “Five thirty in the morning.”

“Yes. Which is in about…” he peers behind you, looking at the clock on your desk. “three minutes.”

You take a deep breath, considering shutting the door in his face and crawling back into bed, consequences be damned, when Garrick appears behind him, also dressed for a workout.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

It’s definitely not a prank. They’d never team up for something like this.

“Told you she’d be pissed,” Garrick says to Dain, grinning. “Now put some clothes on.”

You give him the finger, shutting the door with a gust of air and moving to go get dressed. Stupid fucking deathtrap military school, fucking morale leadership bullshit. If it wouldn’t get you in trouble with Brennan, you’d ask to be demoted just so you won’t have to do this twice a week.

You open the door again, seeing only Dain waiting for you. Of course Garrick would abandon you with him. He probably thinks this whole thing is hilarious.

You move through the hallway in silence, down the flight of stairs and out to the courtyard. The rest of the leadership is nowhere to be seen, but Dain seems to know where you’re going, motioning for you to follow him as he starts off at a steady jog.

You don’t bother to ask how long this run will be, because you know that the answer, whatever it is, is going to be too long. Thankfully he seems to notice that you need a break, slowing to a stop after a quarter mile or so.

“Remind me again why we’re doing this?” you pant, reaching for your waterskin — it’s only half-full, and a little stale, since you haven’t refilled it in a day, but you’ll take what you can get: you feel like you’re dying.

“It’s tradition,” he answers, as if that’s obvious.

“One that I cannot wait to end next year.”

He bristles. “You can’t just decide to end a hundred year old tradition like that.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time someone did,” you mutter.

You see Dain’s eyes soften, but you pull your gaze away quickly, not wanting to have this conversation right now. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly.

You swipe at your mouth with the back of your hand, not acknowledging the apology. “Come on. We’re behind.”

After another few minutes, you see a pack of at least a hundred headed toward you, likely on the second half of an out-and-back run. “About time you two joined us,” Garrick says, patting you on the back a little too hard as you fall in next to him and Bodhi.

“You were the one who left us behind,” you rasp. “And not everyone is as freakishly tall as you. You’re impossible to make pace with.” Speaking of freakishly tall… “Hold on. Where’s Xaden?”

“Your brother chose not to join us,” Amber Mavis answers, making it clear in her tone that she hates the pair of you — and that she doesn’t respect your self-described relation to the wingleader. As if you didn’t hate her enough already.

You turn your head in her direction, hoping the look on your face makes it obvious how much you despise everything about her. “You’re telling me this is optional?”

“Not for you, princess,” Garrick answers. “When you’re a wingleader, you can decide how to spend your mornings. Until then, you’re here with us.”

Great.

Another knock.

You scrape yourself off the mattress, not bothering with the knife this time: you know it’s Dain, here to wake you up. You’re still sore from the last run — you hadn’t had time to stretch first, and even though you’d missed part of it by being late, it was still too much for you.

“Gimme a minute,” you mumble in greeting, not bothering to close the door as you turn around to find socks and shoes.

“Did you sleep in your running clothes?” he asks, watching your little wisps of air move through the room, straightening up and making your bed.

“Mm,” you reply. “Saves time.”

“Smart,” he comments idly. His eyes catch on the small brown shape floating down onto your pillow — a stuffed bear.

Your cheeks warm as you realize what he’s looking at. “Yes, I brought him with me. He was one of the only things that survived the fire.”

“I understand,” he reassures. “I had a little green dragon for a while. It got lost when we moved outposts. I was inconsolable for a week, apparently.”

“Aw. Did you find it, or just get another one?”

“Neither,” he answers, still looking at the bear. “I just got over it, I guess.”

[screamforyani]

stargazing

warnings: dubcon, use of knife, unprotected sex

wc. 2.1k

you could literally feel the bass beneath your feet. the house felt like it was going to crumble in on itself at any given moment, but of course, frat boys went all out with their parties. loud music was an essential, apparently.

to be honest, you were looking for ethan. you hadn’t seen him since earlier that evening and he promised that he’d go stargazing with you later. how you lost ethan of all people at a party was way beyond you. he literally couldn’t fit in if he tried.

“gosh, E,” you grumbled to yourself, searching around for him. you didn’t find him, but you caught tara and mindy and asked, “hey, guys, have you seen ethan?”

“nope. he’s probably somewhere stabbing people,” mindy replied, crossing her arms. 

you rolled your eyes. “would you stop already? ethan’s not a fucking killer. just look at the guy.”

mindy droned sarcastically, “because being a computer-obsessed socially enept dork isn’t a great cover for a psychopath, wow, you definitely have what it takes to be a final girl.”

tara nudged mindy and said, “we haven’t seen him. i’ll ask anika if she knows where he is though.”

“alright, thanks,” you said in relief. “i’ll be in the kitchen.”

like you said, you headed for the kitchen, temporarily pausing your hunt for ethan. to make things worse, literally everyone was cloaked in a costume, making it all that much harder to recognize everybody that was surrounding you. you’d tried calling him, but ethan’s phone had probably died or something because it went straight to voicemail.

“whatever,” you grumbled, peering inside the fridge for a beer.

“boo!” 

you screamed, so loud the entire block could probably hear you over the raucous. you grabbed a knife from the counter and whipped around to spot chad pointing his finger at you, laughing his ass off. you rolled your eyes, annoyed by his shenanigans. for the past two weeks, chad had been pranking you for no other reason than getting on your damn nerves.

“you’re not fucking funny, chad,” you hissed.

“because i’m hi-fucking-larious,” chad retorted, then pointed at the knife in your hand with amusement. “what, were you going to stab me?”

you thrusted the knife forward, “i still will!”

“yeah, sure thing. maybe when you stop shaking and you can actually hold the knife,” chad teased, holding your wrist to stabilize you. you snatched your hand away from him and ignored his laughter while you set the knife back down, and chad gave you a chaste kiss to your cheek. “hey, we’re running low. can you go grab some more beer from the fridge in the garage?”

ugh, no wonder there’s nothing in the fridge here, you thought to yourself. “yeah, sure. just send a defenseless girl into a dark garage by herself to get slaughtered like an animal,” you retorted, but headed for the garage anyways. 

chad called after you, “thanks, babe!” 

“don’t call me that, i’m telling tara!”

the garage was just as dark as you expected it to be and you felt the wall for a light switch, breathing a little easier in relief when the lights flickered on. it was a little scary in there, not that you would admit to anyone. you were probably just a little shaken up from chad giving you the scare of your life. again.

you waltzed over to the fridge, opening it and grabbing as many bottles of beer as you could carry in one trip. god, it was going to be all chad’s fault if you dropped any of them. if he was a gentleman, he would’ve never let you carry a darn thing.

turning around to close the fridge, you jumped with a shriek when you heard a noise, only to find it was the cat. “jeez,” you muttered, walking back to the door.

much to your inconvenience, it was closed when you turned around. you blew out a breath and slipped the drinks under your arm, pulling at the handle. to no avail. “shit. which idiot locked me out?” you huffed, though you had a couple of ideas.

you were literally going to kill chad. 

“hello,” you called, knocking the door on your fist. “can anyone hear me?”

you could still hear the music loudly thumping behind the shut door. needless to say, your shouts were drowned out. 

you were completely annoyed now. then, you remembered the front door, and pressed the button to let up the garage. you walked towards the garage door, only for it to mysteriously come back down. brows furrowed, your turned on your heels, only to spot somebody in a ghostface costume by the door.

you gave them a look. “chad, is that you?”

the ghostface shook his head. 

“great, what movie is this - i spit on your garage?” you asked, stepping back over to the door. you gave him a look. “lose the costume. you’ll give minds a heart attack and as much as i hate you, i don’t want you to be the next victim of her PTSD.”

again, he shook his head.

you scoffed, “oh, you wanna play psycho killer?”

he nodded. 

you deadpanned, “can i be the helpless victim?”

predictably, he bobbed his head again.

“okay, let’s see,” you said, giving in to his little games. “no, please don’t kill me, mr. ghostface. i wanna be in the sequel!”

you laughed, expecting chad to laugh it off too and take the mask off, but you were baffled when he didn’t budge, shaking his head at you.

you were annoyed again. “okay, that’s enough. i’m not drunk enough to deal with your bullshit and i have to go find ethan.”

rather than let you go, he grabbed you and you struggled against his hold, asking, “chad, what the hell are you doing?”

you writhed so much that you dropped the beer, the bottles cracking into tens of glass shards on the cold floor. you couldn’t get away in time, because he pulled out a blood-stained knife and pointed it towards you, making you back down the steps until you tripped backwards, just barely missing the broken glass.

you hit the ground with a thud and ghostface crawled over you, giving you nowhere to run. your heart was thumping in your chest at a rapid speed, and you couldn’t find your breath. this wasn’t fucking chad. even he wouldn’t go this far.

this was a fucking monster.

“stop,” you said, gathering yourself on your elbows. you tried to back away, but it was no point, because you were too slow and there was absolutely nowhere for you to run off to. 

the ghostface shook his head. 

you made a risky move and reached for the mask, pulling it off his head to reveal the true identity of your attacker.

and nothing could describe the shock and anger that paralyzed you when saw his face. “what the fuck?” 

“surprise, surprise,” ethan said, waving at you with the knife.

“you’re kidding.”

ethan beamed at you. “i’m afraid not, sweetheart.”

you shook your head. you couldn’t believe this. the boy you’d been (not so) secretly smitten with and defended with your whole being was at the helm of the latest ghostface killings. you felt betrayed and back-stabbed, and you were terrified of how soon you would mean that literally. you were at a loss for words. 

“please don’t hurt me, ethan,” you begged, your eyes glistening. your back hit the large garage door.

“hurt you?” ethan repeated, cocking his head. “never that. i just want to fuck you.”

your brows furrowed. “huh?”

“you have a crush on me, don’t you?” 

“well, i did,” you mumbled, making a face. 

“say you don’t want me,” ethan demanded, staring into your eyes. you couldn’t look away from his even if you wanted to. it was as if you were being hypnotized. “tell me you don’t want me and i’ll leave you alone.”

you frowned. you couldn’t do that, because you would be lying - to him and to yourself. you’d wanted him for ages, dreamed about him even longer. your heart beated for him, each pump spelling his name over and over again, and it would until the very last beat.

ethan pretended to be impatient. “well?”

i don’t want you. it was that simple. you knew it was the smarter choice, because ethan was dangerous, but when your heart was involved, rational thinking was out the window. as was the safety of your friends and the preservation of yourself.

“i want you,” you whispered. 

“huh? i didn’t quite catch that.”

god, he was so annoying. “i want you,” you blurted. 

“that’s all i needed to hear,” ethan chirped, smashing his lips against yours. 

you let yourself be consumed by his lips and the heat of them, because it made you feel things inside, inexplicable things. he was a hell of a good kisser. you threaded your fingers through his curly, brown head of hair, wanting to tangle them through there until the end of time. you’d imagined it before, like a passing daydream. how soft his hair would feel in your hands and how gentle his mouth would feel pressed to yours. 

for a killer, ethan was a surprisingly sweet and steady kisser, and for a moment you were so immersed in an entirely different world - one where there was only you and him - that you forgot reality.

in no time at all, ethan had ditched the ghostface fit and you were both more or less nude. the door was locked and the garage was down so there was no way for anyone to interrupt you. you expect chad to complain that you were taking too long to grab some fucking beer, but well, he’d just have to wait. and you’d have to come up with an explanation for why you dropped so many on the floor, but that was a problem for later. 

right now, you were more concerned with getting ethan landry’s dick inside of you.

“fuck,” you moaned when he slipped inside your cunt, slowly but surely pushing inside.

ethan was making a similar sound, grunting about how tight you were and how perfect you felt wrapped around his cock, how he’d imagined this moment countless times. you had, too, but it wasn’t exactly playing out how you’d planned it in your mind. not that you were really complaining. to have his dick inside you, you were content.

you were glad that he wasn’t wearing that stupid mask. it did things to you seeing his handsome face scrunch up in ecstasy as he used your body for his own pleasure. and you would let him, because you loved him half to death.

“you’re mine. nobody else can have you,” ethan hissed in between marking up your neck. you were so engrossed with him that you didn’t even consider the fact that your friends would definitely poke fun at and interrogation you for the set of hickeys he was sure to leave on your throat and collarbone. you wanted to mark him back, but would take your time for now, dragging your nails down his bare back. “say it.”

“nobody else can have me. i belong to you,” you reiterated through thick breath. 

ethan winced at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin, but he didn’t mind the sting. “i’ll kill anyone who touches you with my bare hands.”

you were just nodding along and barely acknowledging his words at this point, too fucked out to offer anything meaningful, because ethan was doing way too good of a job at pleasuring you and you physically couldn’t take it.

the two of you were so close, you could feel it, your bodies moving in sync with one another. your lips connected and reconnected, the kisses doing nothing but fueling your mutual arousal. the air was hot in the garage and the floor was cold, but you could feel nothing save for your growing feelings for the both between your legs and the absolute bliss he was bringing to you.

ethan became more obsessed with you with every thrust and he didn’t exactly know that was possible, because he was already quite obsessed with you. you were everything he wanted and more. if he couldn’t have you, then absolutely nobody else would.

“E, please cum inside me,” you begged. “pretty please.”

“shit,” ethan groaned, because you sounded so pretty when you begged for him. “i will, fuck, trust me.”

true to his word, he did cum inside you, once giving you the greatest orgasm, most mind-numbing of your life. you could still feel his palm over your mouth, smothering the sound of your shrill cries of his name as you shuddered with climax. the music was loud enough so that it would drown out the sound of sex, moans and skin-slapping included, but he didn’t want to risk anybody else hearing what was his and only his. 

you lay there panting when you were done, your vision steadily clearing. ethan let out the most guttural, delicious groan when he came inside of you and you knew then that he was irresistible.

maybe you did see stars after all.

[hoonieyun]

it's scooby doo time

pairing: sim jaeyun x reader x park sunghoon

warnings: mentions of death, murder, blood, profanity, stalking, like overall slasher movie vibes, 18+ not proofread

this chapter is written and all chapters moving forward will be as well

wc: 2685

your breath quickens at the text message notifications on your phone. the streets were still bustling with students enjoying their weekend and people finding something to do on their days off but it was all drowned out by the ringing in your ears. you felt like you were going to be sick as you read the text messages over and over again, like it was a giant slap in the face to everything you and your friends have survived the last few months. 

like it was all a joke and the killer knew what games to play to get you all to drop your guards. 

“yn? everything ok, you look like you saw a ghost. what’s on that phone of yours that’s got you so spooked?” jay asks, garnering everyone’s attention as they all avert their gaze over to you who had fallen behind as they all walked forward. sunghoon walks over to you, reaching for your hand as he reads the worry in your face. “ yn? whats wrong?” he asks, taking your phone from your hand to see whats got you frozen in fear. 

sunghoon’s face instantly drops as he reads the texts on your phone; turning towards the group with a deadpan face– worry transferring to them as sunghoon’s expression mimics yours. they all huddle over to see what the cause was and soon worry washes over the street. like once bustling streets on a busy saturday night has suddenly turned into darkness, leaving all of you as the only people left out there. 

“is this some fucking joke?” daniella asks, frustration in her voice as she releases an aggravated sigh. none of you could believe this was happening, just a month ago detective taeyong and irene had told you all that gong ilhan has been arrested and charged for the murder of your friends and attempted murder; it seems that the nightmare has not come to an end– but was just dormant. 

“we need to tell detective taeyong and irene– no! shouldn’t we wait until something happens? what if this is just a prank?” heeseung interjects. everyone staring at him and waiting for an explanation. 

“think about it– what if this is just a prank? ilhan is still in jail right? there’s no way he could’ve sent that.” 

everyone processes heeseungs words and although it makes sense, what if ilhan was just a red herring; and in fact, not the killer. “what if its not a prank and he’s just been waiting for us?” sunghoon’s words hang heavily amongst you and soon your friends have begun to theorize any possibilities, arguments and bickering erupt as they all talk over one another– no one listening to what the other has to say as panic disrupts the once peaceful and joyful night you were all having. 

“babe, are you ok?” sunghoon whispers, pulling you aside from the group as they continue to argue amonst themselves. this is exactly what the killer wants, chaos. he wants all of you to disagree and argue so that you don’t stand united– falling apart– to make it easier to pick the rest of you guys off one by one. 

and you weren’t going to let that happen. 

“enough!” you shout, your voice ripping through the empty streets of the night– causing everyone to fall silent. “if this fucker wants to come get us so bad– that we’ll give it to him.” you mutter, everyone’s gaze glued onto you as they all try to figure out what you’ve got planned. 

“here’s what we’re going to do..” 

your plan seemed outrageous but everyone followed along quite well– you wanted to make sure that if the killer was going to come back– that it would be the last time. 

“we’ll meet at jay and heeseung’s new place, since it’s the biggest, it'll give us enough space for all of us to camp out there. it’s also the only one that’s not an apartment– we don’t want to have to involve any of the other residents and put them in danger.. 

if the killer is going to come after us, which we know he is, if we’re all at the same place at the same time then it’ll be easy for all of us to fight him off– whoever it is. 

we can take turns sleeping in shifts just in case he doesn’t attack right away, keep each other safe and accountable to ensure that we survive.” 

“how do we know he’s going to show up?” heeseung asks. 

“we don’t.. but i’ll make sure he does.” you mutter and heeseung just asks why but you tell him that it’s nothing to worry about and that you’ll take care of it. “all you guys need to do is to show up… and live.” you left it at that and soon you all parted ways. heading back to your new homes as you all prepare for that night. 

“baby, slow down. talk to me, where is this all coming from?” sunghoon asks, jogging up to you as you speed walked away back to his car. “yn, slow down.” he huffs. “i can’t! i can’t, okay? this i has to end..” you were on the verge of tears and sunghoon could tell this was affecting you greatly– even more than it used to. 

“everything will be fine.” he says, pulling you into his arms as he softly hushes you. you weren’t sure if it was going to be fine but you were going to try your damndest to make sure you and your friends survived. 

during the ride home, sunghoon asks how you came up with that plan of yours on the fly, to which you explained that it wasn’t on a whim and that you had planned it before they had arrested ilhan. you explained that if there was one way to identify the killer and have him fall into your trap– it would be to gather as a group somewhere private: one of your homes. and spend the night together, leaving you all vulnerable. 

it was too big of an opportunity for the killer not to take and even though you were taking a risk by only assuming that the killer will show up without full certainty, there was a feeling inside of you that just said he would. 

“where are you going?” sunghoon asks as you step out of his car and walk to yours when he arrives back at your new home. “i need to go do something– okay i’ll come with.” he interjects but you decline. telling him that you needed to do this alone and that you’ll be fine. 

“it’ll only take 15 minutes, trust me, ok?” sunghoon is reluctant to just let you go out alone in the middle of the night but he eventually agrees– watching you speed out of the parking lot and trudging his way back to your new apartment. 

later that night, when you returned you found sunghoon sitting in the living room with all of the lights on, waiting for you. you sat next to him as he waves you over to the empty spot beside him on the couch; “where’d you go?” he asks and you tell him that it wasn’t anything to worry and that you just needed to do something really quickly but that wasn’t enough for him. 

“you can’t hide stuff from me, especially now– when we know the killer is still out there? yn, come on..” he probes and as much as you wanted to tell him and as guilty as you felt from looking into his eyes and all you could see was love and longing– you knew that you couldn’t tell him. at least not yet. 

“do you trust me?” you ask and sunghoon immediately nods his head, turning his body so that he was fully facing you. “of course i trust you, do you trust me?” he retorts and your mind suddenly goes back to the day at the hospital, when you were attacked when visiting jay after he woke up and sunghoon miraculously appeared as if he had been there the whole time– claiming he was just attacked the same way you were. 

you wanted to trust me with every fiber in your body but you couldn’t tell him that there was a tiny sliver of disbelief inside of you because you knew that the small doubt could create the biggest rift between the two of you. so– instead of answering him, you pull him into a hug paired with a small peck onto his cheeks and you could feel sunghoon relax instantly. relief washing over you as you realize your avoidant response was enough. 

“come on, let’s go to bed.” you say, standing up and pulling him into your now shared bedroom. sunghoon must’ve been more exhausted from the day than you were because he instantly falls asleep while you’re left to wonder if you’re currently lying in the bed with the very man that has been a terror on your life since the beginning of the school year. 

college was barely even any of your focus these days, your grades were doing just fine enough to sail by and although nothing had happened for the last month, you’re constantly on edge; as if there was a looming danger just hiding in the shadows for the perfect opportunity to pounce. 

🗡

“hey! you made it!” heeseung greets as he opens the door, revealing you and sunghoon who are seemingly the last two to arrive. “well yeah, i kind of did plan this whole thing.” and sunghoon just laughs while heeseung nods in realization, a shy smile on his face. heeseung grabs your bags and sets it into one of the closets in the hallway, “i can take that too.” he says, referring to your bag that was slung across your body. you recoil when he reaches for it, causing everyone to notice your reaction. “woah–” 

“sorry, uhm– its fine. i’ll hold onto it. thanks.” you say, taking a seat in the living room next to daniella, sunghoon telling heeseung that it’s cool and not to worry, “she’s just been a bit on edge.” heeseung nods as he sets your bags down into the closet. 

“alright, so now what?” jay asks, emerging from his room with extra blankets and pillows for everyone. 

“we wait.” you simply respond and again, they question your plan; “is this even going to work? i mean– what if he doesn’t show up.” daniella utters and you can’t help but sigh because you weren’t sure that he would and all you could do was hope. obviously the killer showing up would lead to bloodshed one way or another, but doing it like this ensures that you’re all together meaning you could keep each other safe. 

when the sun dips below the horizon and the only thing providing light in the dark night was the moon, your friends have begun to fall asleep. heeseung and jay sleeping in their respective rooms while daniella slept soundly on the couch in the living room. you and sunghoon were currently outside on the balcony, it was your turn to stand watch but sunghoon didn’t feel comfortable leaving you alone so he was by your side. 

“do you think he’s coming?” sunghoon asks, voice just above a whisper. you shook your head with a shrug, “is this stupid? what if they’re right? and he doesn’t show up? then we’d just be sitting ducks for the rest of our lives! i just–” sunghoon cuts you off with a kiss on the lips. 

the once uneasy atmosphere soon dissipated as your lips connect, the tenderness swelling inside of your chest as sunghoon’s hands find the curvature of your body, pulling you closer to his body but you’re soon interrupted when you hear daniella scream from inside of the house. 

you and sunghoon instantly pull yourselves off of one another and run inside, afraid that in your moment of vulnerability that daniella was attacked; worry and guilt building inside of you as you run inside only to find daniella standing in the middle of the living room, with all of the lights on and no killer in sight. 

“what the fuck? what happened?” you ask, out of breath with sunghoon trailing behind you. 

“i thought i felt a bug crawling on me..” daniella explains shyly and although you were annoyed, you were glad that she was fine. lights emerge from the other side of the house as jay appears, eyes half shut, “what’s going on? who yelled?” he asks, rubbing one of his eyes. 

“nothing, dani just thought there was a bug on her.” to which he groans, clearly upset that his sleep was interrupted. 

just before you’re all about to return to what you were doing; the lights in the house suddenly go out and you’re left in the darkness, prompting daniella to now scream with actual purpose while sunghoon instantly reaches out and pulls you closer to him. 

“fuck– he’s here.” you breathe out, “jay, go check on heeseung.” sunghoon instructs him and the two twin brothers bicker for a moment as jay is too frightened to go alone and eventually does what he’s told. 

“dani? where are you?” you ask, trying to call out to her but there’s no response; like she had just vanished with the light that once filled the room. “hoon, where did she go?” you ask, panic laced in your voice. sunghoon does his best to calm you down but it only works momentarily as you soon realize the bag you once had wrapped around you was gone. 

you tried to recall your steps and figure out when you could’ve taken it off but your mind was filled with too much worry and panic that you could barely think straight. “he’s gone! heeseung isn’t in his room and his window is wide open.” jay announces. 

two of your friends have gone missing in the last five minutes and now you were all left in the dark. to make matters worse, only one of you could find your phone to use as a light but in the midst of the chaos, you had forgotten to charge it. “fuck, what do we do?” jay says, carefully finding his way over to you and sunghoon who are positioned in the far side of the room. 

“we need to split up..” you whisper and sunghoon is quick to shoot your idea down. “baby, i love you but that’s a terrible idea..” explaining that he doesn’t want to leave you alone, “bro what about me?” jay gasps in offense. 

“you’re a man, you’ll be fine.” sunghoon retorts but you cut them off before their argument goes any further. “baby, look at me.” you say, holding sunghoon’s face parallel to yours, the small sliver of light coming from the moon was enough for you to look into one another’s eyes. 

fear instilled in the both of you but all you could do was mask it with courage. 

“we need to split it, find heeseung and daniella and meet back here, ok?” sunghoon nods, a sigh of defeat leaving his body as you turn to where you assume jay is standing. “jay, you know this house better than us, go look for heeseung and i’ll look for daniella. 

hoon, stay here just in case one of them comes back. just shout if you’re in trouble but try not to make any noise in the process, we don’t know where the killer could be lurking..” 

“i mean– i’ve only lived here like 2 weeks so i barely know the layout of the house– ow!” jay exclaims, sunghoon had punched him in the arm during his ramble, cutting him off from making excuses. 

“okay, okay! i’ll go..” he says with a pout. you tell jay that you’ll take the upstairs while he takes the main floor since it’s a bigger space. before you could leave, sunghoon pulls you by the wrist and gives you one last kiss before letting you go, leaving you with just a simple phrase. 

“don’t die.”

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[prettymfwrites]

Ignoring Prank

Ellie x YouTuber Reader

A quick something I thought about yesterday

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The camera was perched discreetly on the bookshelf, hidden behind a stack of books. You adjusted it one last time, ensuring it was angled perfectly to catch Ellie’s reactions. Today’s YouTube video was going to be gold. The idea came to you after a late-night brainstorming session: prank Ellie by ignoring her and being extra friendly to everyone else to see how she'd react. You grinned mischievously, imagining her inevitable mix of confusion, frustration, and maybe—just maybe—a hint of jealousy.

You heard the front door creak open. Showtime.

“Hey, I’m back,” Ellie’s voice called out as she stepped inside, her boots thudding softly against the floor. You didn’t respond. Instead, you walked past her and made a beeline for Dina, who was lounging on the couch.

“Dina!” you greeted enthusiastically, plopping down beside her. “How’s my favorite person doing today?”

Dina raised an eyebrow. “Favorite person? Since when?”

“Since always!” you said dramatically, slinging an arm around her shoulder. “You’re just the best, you know that?”

Ellie stopped mid-step, furrowing her brows. “Uh, hey, Y/N? What’s up?” she asked, clearly confused by your lack of greeting.

You didn’t even glance her way. “Dina, did I ever tell you how much I admire your sense of style? Those earrings? Killer.”

Dina laughed awkwardly, clearly aware of the tension growing in the room. “Um, thanks, I guess?”

Ellie stood there for a moment, her hands on her hips, before crossing her arms. “Okay, what the hell is this?”

You ignored her again, standing up and making your way toward Joel, who was sitting at the kitchen table, reading. “Joel! My main man!” you exclaimed, pulling out a chair and sitting beside him. “How’s my favorite guy doing?”

Joel looked up, surprised by your sudden enthusiasm. “Uh, I’m... fine? You feelin’ okay, kid?”

Ellie’s footsteps echoed behind you. “Seriously, Y/N, are you just gonna ignore me?” she asked, her voice tinged with annoyance.

“Ellie, shhh,” you said, waving her off dismissively without even turning around. “Joel and I are having a moment.”

Joel shot Ellie a bewildered look, then shrugged as if to say, I don’t know what’s going on here either.

You continued the charade throughout the day. Every time Ellie tried to talk to you, you either walked away or redirected your attention to someone else. You even gave Jesse a high five and praised him for a story he told, despite the fact that Ellie was standing right there. Her frustration grew by the minute.

By the evening, she had reached her breaking point. You were in the living room, chatting animatedly with Dina and Jesse, when Ellie stormed in, her face flushed with anger.

“Alright, cmere.” she snapped, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the room. “We’re talking. Now.”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a laugh as she dragged you into the hallway. “Ellie, what’s the problem?” you asked innocently.

“The problem? The problem is you’ve been acting weird all day! Ignoring me, being all... friendly with everyone else. Did I do something wrong? Or—wait—are you mad at me?”

Her green eyes searched yours, a mix of anger and vulnerability swirling in them. You felt a pang of guilt but reminded yourself this was all for the prank.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, shrugging nonchalantly. “I’ve just been... busy.”

“Busy? Busy ignoring me?” she huffed, running a hand through her hair. “I mean, come on, Y/N, you barely even looked at me today.”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. A grin spread across your face, and you burst into laughter. “Ellie, relax. It’s a prank.”

Her jaw dropped. “A prank? Are you kidding me right now?”

You nodded, still laughing as you reached for the camera hidden in the bookshelf and held it up. “Say hi to the viewers, Ellie. You’ve been pranked!”

Ellie stared at the camera, then back at you, her expression shifting from shock to irritation. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Oh, come on, you have to admit it was funny,” you teased, nudging her arm. “You were so worked up!”

She glared at you for a moment, but the corners of her mouth twitched. “You’re lucky I love you, you little shit,” she muttered, pulling you into a tight hug.

You grinned, wrapping your arms around her. “Admit it—you were jealous.”

“Shut up,” she mumbled, but the faint blush on her cheeks gave her away.

As you uploaded the video later that night, Ellie sat beside you, grumbling about how unfair it was. But you caught her sneaking glances at the screen, a small smile tugging at her lips every time she saw herself.

It was safe to say the prank was a success—and maybe, just maybe, you’d try something similar again.

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What do you think babes? I take requests! ❤

[satellitespinner]

july 12th 1996.

“yeah, some freak went crazy and killed a bunch of kids at camp in like ‘78” dina states, her lollipop twirling about in her fingers.

“no they fuckin’ didnt dina, quit it.” ellie laughs as she presses the bottle of vodka to her lips.

you and a few of the other camp councilors were sat around a fire, passing around a bottle and telling stories before the first day of camp.

“if you tell the kids that i swear i’ll be the one to kill you.” you joke as ellie pulls you closer into her chest. she hands you the bottle and you take a long sip. “i do not need a bunch of freaked out kids who refuse to leave the cabin.”

abby laughs as she contradicts dina’s statement. “i’m pretty sure if some freak really did kill a bunch of kids here, we wouldn’t be here.”

dina crosses her legs and rolls her eyes. “you guys are really no fun.”

jesse leans in beside her sneakily trying to get a taste of her very sanitary sucker. too bad she notices before he can get his hands, lips on it.

“hey! knock it off.” she looks at him with disgust.

“see we’re lots of fun, D” abby laughs as dina shifts uncomfortably away from her boyfriend.

“as if you guys haven’t swapped spit a thousand times. so dramatic” you comment on dina’s reaction when you hear a twig snap in the distance. you gasp and sit up at the sound.

“hah! so you do believe it!” dina points.

“bitch, just because i jumped at a sound doesn’t mean i believe in some fake horror story about kids getting murdered here. plus, it’s not like we’re supposed to be doing this.” you defend yourself as your cheeks burn out of embarrassment.

“aw it’s okay that you’re scared, i’ll be here to protect you, baby” ellie gives you a sloppy kiss on your already hot cheek.

“yeah right, ellie, your lanky ass couldn’t take down a killer if you tried.” jesse buts in. out of spite ellie replies quickly.

“shut it, dweeb. can’t you see i’m tryna get some?” she jokes. everyone laughs.

“oh fuck off. you’re not getting shit!” you plaster a fake offended look on your face and sit up. she places a hand over her heart.

she reaches forward with grabby hands “nooo baby im soo sorry” you laugh as abby scoffs.

“you two need to get a room! seriously” she fake gags while sticking two fingers in her mouth.

“oh we will” you send a wink abby’s way and ellie laughs as she pulls you back into her lap. she starts stroking your hair as the rest of the group start imitating you two.

“oh ellie!”

“fuck me ugh”

“ellieeeeeuhhhhh”

ellie’s face heats up bright red at the sounds, that where somehow extremely accurate. “okay. this shits whack.” she states, looking away from the group to hide her now pink freckles.

another branch snap.

“what the fuck was that?” ellie jokes as she slightly shakes you. you look around frantically before you shut ur eyes.

“you guys are so fucked.” you say before peeling your blanket off of your legs and getting up.

“i need to piss.” you roll your eyes and zip up your sweater before walking away. “do you want me to come with?” ellie shouts, you wave your wand as you look back.

“i’ll be fine!”

you zip up your jean shorts and leave the outhouse as quick as possible. the dark making it impossible for you to see where you were going.

should’ve brought a flashlight.

as you’re walking through the woods you hear footsteps in the leaves. your head darts in all directions.

“ellie?” you call out. for some reason you follow the sound, fully convinced it’s one of your friends pranking you.

“i swear to god, you guys.” you say as you carefully maneuver through the forest. the deeper you go the more sounds you hear.

“you guys aren’t fucking funny.” you nervous laugh as you step over a branch. you follow the sounds until the come to an abrupt halt. the fuck?

“hello? who’s out there?” your voice going up an octave. now you were fucking scared. you turn around to look when you feel a cold hand on your shoulder. you scream at the sudden presence. quickly turning back around and shoving whoever it was.

“you’re not fucking funny!” you say blindly. before realizing it was infact, not one of your friends. the figure didn’t say anything, but the space between you and them gave you time to book it. or so you thought.

as soon as your first foot left the ground they slipped their own underneath it, tripping you.

“fuck!” you yell from the ground. the masked person flipped you over and raised their knife clad arm, quickly bringing it down. they were quick but luckily you were quicker. you rolled left and the knife only grazed your stomach. it left a wound but you could manage.

you lifted yourself into your knee, the only thoughts going through your head were to fucking

RUN.

“help!” you screamed as you stumbled through the woods. you ran for enough time that you could eventually see all of your friends, their eyes all looking your way, puzzled expressions adorned their faces.

“there’s someone!” you scream, as you stumble again. your stomach blood now dripping down your shorts and onto your bare legs.

as you came into sight ellie was the first to stand up. the blood now very evident. “holy fuck.” she whispered as you got closer.

“he’s there! i fucking- i saw him!” you pant as you reach the group, ellie immediately taking you into her arms. you turn around and realize that the masked perp was now gone.

“i fucking swear.” ellie looks you up and down, your shaken and frankly bloody form. everyone’s eyes widen.

“this shit is fucking real.” abby’s says, looking around at everyone else.

“dina was fucking right.”

[inexplicifics]

I have the headcanon goose trick that happened in the earlier days of Lambert and Milena courting. For the sake of not spending too much time on this and also because my lazy brain found it funny, Cedric named his horse Axe for Axel, so it would be an inside-ish joke on the Path that he was always riding Axe(l), and Axel felt the need to one-up him by starting off naming his horse Rick, which changed to Dick, which changed to Dicky.

Sorry in advance for the lazy writing, it’s 4 am and my brain is in slow mode right now.

** ** **

“They did what?” Lambert snarled, swearing vociferously.

“It was a joke, Lambert! A harmless prank!” Milena soothed.

“They’ll see how harmless that prank was when I see them on the training field!”

“Uncle Lambert.” Both adults turn to that voice that brooked no argument. “You’re forgetting something.”

“Forgetting something? What am I forgetting, Menace?” Lambert’s brow furrowed Try as he might, he couldn't think of what Ciri meant.

“Milena is sworn to Papa,” Ciri started, eyes glittering with mischief, “but she’s also sworn to me. My lady-in-waiting is mine to protect.”

The look in the kid’s eye said Cedric and Axel would be learning a lesson they wouldn’t soon forget.

***

Cedric and Axel always spent some time with their horses after dinner, so they were full and happy as they wandered into the stable. That state morphed into confusion as soon as they opened the horse stalls to see no horse, just a goose with the same colouring.

Cedric looked in dread at the goose with Axe’s colouring, then turned back to his lover. “Goose trick?”

Axel was still staring at his goose. It had the same spot over its left eye as Dicky. “Medallion’s vibrating, so that would certainly be my guess.”

***

The first thirty minutes were spent trying to find a sorceress with the time to de-goosify their horses. Triss roped the two witchers into helping her finish some Swallows for Gweld and Aiden after a disastrous race down and up the Killer has left both with multiple fractures and Gweld with some nasty splinters from where he collided with a tribute wagon. No sooner did she turn to ask what she could do for the duo, did a human child crying over a sprained wrist come in.

Yennefer, on the other hand, set down her stack of papers with a grin. Cedric and Axel barely had time to give each other a look of wariness before she’d distributed a list of herbs and alchemical ingredients that they were to collect if they wanted her help de-goosifying anything and sendt them through a portal, an alert crystal thrown through after them.

Four hours and many scratches later, they returned with the moss, mould, buckthorn, and endrega queen embryos as requested, and Yennefer whisked the ingredients away with a smile, standing to follow them to the stables.

“They certainly have magic on them.” Yennefer reached out to Dicky and the spot disappeared, but nothing else changed.

“Change them back, witch.” Cedric growled.

“I removed the enchantments from one goose, but it is still very much a goose. The magic we sensed was the glamour. I’ll try my luck with the other one, but I wouldn’t expect different results.” Yennefer snapped back, walking into the other stall.

Axel dipped his head in apology for his lover. “We’re just a bit worried, is all.”

The magic stripped from the goose believed to be Axe is equally unimpressive. Yennefer sighed. “Goose tricks are harmless, if Ciri is messing with you, your horses are certainly safe. Supper will start in half an hour. Go wash in the hot springs, and ask her after the meal. If you’ll excuse me, I must go remove the stench of hay and horses.”

***

Cedric and Axel were rather sedate as they took their seats at the Cat table, Axel leaning into the arm Cedric had wrapped around him. Even as the table started to fill and their siblings started poking fun about the geese, neither put much effort into the banter.

Suddenly, Dragonfly poked Axel with a grin. “Menace looks smug, eh? Those are some handsome cats she and Milena have there!”

Axel felt Cedric’s grip tighten and turned to the Wolf table, where Ciri and Milena were carrying a cat each towards the Cat table. Milena looked somewhat apologetic behind her lady, who was grinning like a fiend. The cats in their arms also had the colouring of the missing horses, and again, Axel felt his medallion vibrate.

The girls held the cats out to Cedric and Axel, and Axel tried not to get his hopes too high, the Menace enjoyed causing maximum chaos, so this couldn’t be what it seemed.

“Don’t you think cats belong at the Cat table?” Ciri blinked up at them innocently.

The lovers stood and each took a cat into their arms. Immediately, their medallions began violently vibrating, and suddenly the animals in their arms were no longer cats, but horses. Carefully setting the animals on their feet, they looked a little accusingly at the Menace.

“Milena is under my protection.” The little girl announced proudly. “It seemed like you needed to be reminded.” She shrugged.

They only noticed the rest of the hall had filed in during the exchange when the raucous laughter started.

“I told you the geese were normal!” Yennefer called from her seat at the Wolf table, violet eyes sparkling with mirth.

“You’re cleaning up the shit!” Dragonfly guffawed as Axel watched Dicky lift his tail in horror.

Lesson learned: the Menace may not protect her people with a blade like her Papa yet, but that doesn't mean she skimps on her duty.

Delightful!

[fumifooms]

Jinx’s eyes and lost innocence

This sequence.

A bomb like she made in her youth. Except that unlike then, this one works, this one explodes… With paint and glitter and powder, instead of intending to kill or hurt.

The man who shielded himself from it sure that it would be his end, surprised, checking himself for wounds with disbelief, covered in paint, as if it was just some harmless prank. Relief. But the second surprise comes with the sound of the gun behind him. We see their eyes shift, both of them, her steeling and readying her shot without urgency and him understanding with urgency that yes, he is going to die, at her hand, and the bomb was just a fluke, a cruel prank, a distraction at best.

And this. These are the seconds that interest me, what ties it all together. The way we linger. The way she lingers. To, during a fight scene, slow down the pace to watch her face as she pulls the trigger and feels the recoil of her gun, watch her take in how she just took another life, watch her mouth part and her eyelids flutter when she notices the kid.

There are not enough emotions on her face for someone who just killed, but also there are more than there should be for a cold-blooded killer showing as much practice ease as she is. Does she always have this moment when killing someone? Did seeing her paint bomb go off, shooting someone covered in her paint and glitter of it, make her feel anything? Did she see the change in her that empowered her that she both loathes and clings onto in that split moment, too? Why did she even remake that first bomb? Why make it work and make it work to shoot off harmless fun showy things? Why indulge in this remnant of her past, why with that innocent intent intact stills if it didn’t get warped with the use of distracting an enemy to better sneak attack? Why taint that memory? Is the reaction only when she sees the kid?

Why does the camera linger, why does she linger? We’re not sure, and I’m sure she herself doesn’t know, but what we know is that she’s changed, and yeah, we’re low.

The kid, watching the fresh corpse fall, with curiosity more than anything.

Jinx with the gun gesture, reflecting their earlier conversation, referencing it. A shared secret, shared smirks, a relationship forming. Complicity. Jinx is knowingly or not taking her under her wing, shaping her by example like mentorship. A little girl that she resembled once getting desensitized to violence at her hand, encouraged to see killing positively. Empowering.

Episode 2 explores her past and upbringing in many ways, talking about Silco, her many mistakes, seeking out Sevika the last remnant of a person of her life with him and sticking with her, doing something for her despite knowing she should be betraying her any minute now. But fast forward to episode 3, the next time she has to confront it and herself.

Jinx praises Vi for finally using the right name for her, Jinx, and Vi talks about how she’ll kill her so she stops sullying the memory of Powder, blahblahblah. They exchange some punches and rows of bullets, we see Jinx’s eyes take in and calculate and shift here too, react and then react. Vi using the same mirror Caitlyn shot into intending to kill Jinx to shield herself from Jinx’s shot.

But this is it. When Vi uses her huge metal hextech fists to rip her invention, her gun, apart. Jinx is not the only one sullying memories, Vi is here, as an enforcer for Piltover, using Vander’s choice of weapon, and she uses it to hurt her, destroy her things, her inventions whose worth was such a source of insecurity and identity growing up.

This is when Jinx sees so very closely, at the other end of it, her sister’s rage and murderous intent as she rips metal apart.

We see her expression shift again and again during these few shots and the ones before and after. Her face as she watches Vi’s through the wires of her gun. As Vi roars. She grows less confident, less sure, more nervous, dare I say more fearful.

The music kicking up. Jinx’s face right then cutting to Jayce’s with a very similar expression, staring at something he doesn’t understand. "What have we done" he says.

Vi has always always been stronger than Jinx, inventions were how she made herself strong, and Vi can destroy them, Vi can rip metal apart.

And oh. Oh. This is truly really for real now. A fight to the death. No punches pulled.

She crawls away from Vi and it’s only the hextech malfunction that saves her.

Sevika smiles at Caitlyn biting her hand, with newfound respect as she draws blood. At her will, her bloodthirst, how far she’ll lower herself to hurt and fight. This is a scene about corruption arcs.

Jinx stands before Vi whose symbol of corruption just failed her, chained her to the ground vulnerable, and Jinx pulls the trigger just like Caitlyn, just like Vi was ready to do. No punches pulled.

Except they are. Jinx has steeled herself but Vi is softening. Vi is strong but she is vulnerable too and she can be made weak with Jinx’s guns and bombs.

And despite this when Jinx falls from her own weapon misfiring at a shot meant to kill her Vi is reaching out to catch, not hurt. Hold, not claw. Deflect, not counter.

Push, not punch.

Jinx’s eye shines pink like shimmer and this is when Vi shifts on the offensive, just before Jinx fires the shot that barelly misses her as she throws Jinx roughly at a wall.

And now they’ve fully switched places. The longer Vi has to fight Jinx the more she’s conflicted, the more Jinx loses herself to the fight the more she rages.

The chorus swells. "Just when you’ve done it all / you will turn it all / to ashes and blood" No words left to say, nothing left to mend.

She’s ready to die when she lunges at Vi with only her fists, she expects to die, hopes so. Knows from experience their respective results in that punching arcade game full well, even if she were to try with all her might, having tried all her might. She’s felt cursed by fate for a long time and she accepts it, just wants to go out with the most fireworks, to have been seen, to have mattered one way or another.

Vi punches the altar next to Jinx even as she’s got her pinned down defenseless and she readies her fist. And she has all the time to do it, she could have done it, except she couldn’t. And it costs them the chance to killl her.

The scene as a whole has a split focus on Jayce, Jinx and Vi centrally, and the song lyrics match that quite well. The full ones lyrics are worth looking at but to keep it quick: "How does it feel to reach the line that no one ever got to cross? Does it make you a god now?" A rethoric question of course, the song spells it out like it’s a damning wake-up call. The scene is all about regret. Our choices have led us here, it says. Jayce is dreading and afraid of what he’s done, Jinx is empty and as self-loathing as ever, Vi wants to stop blaming herself and is still conflicted on what side she should be on. "Catch the fire burning out your soul / Just make it die or you will turn it all / To ashes and blood" Jinx, accepting this is where she dies. She’s said in episode two she wants to kill the last of her family, but we all know it’s a lie, she’s never wanted to destroy and break things, never wanted to cause ashes and blood. She wants to fix things. She wants things to fix. She just wanted glitter bombs and arcade games. She wants there to be something left she can fix, but it’s all just dust now.

Jinx has never been in that place before, she took the time to draw all those Powders and Vis on pillars while waiting for her to show up so they can kill each other. She’s lingering on the past again, bringing it into the now to use it as a stage for battle.

Jayce is reckoning with the consequences of what he’s created and done, that he might cause a lot of ashes and blood. Vi being corrupted too, by Piltover, by rage, by Jinx, by Powder. Vi is being turned to ashes and blood, this is what jinx has made of her, what she’s made of herself. Vi is being corrupted too, by Piltover, by rage, by Jinx, by Powder. Vi has changed, too. Their whole society, their whole lives, their world figuratively and literally, it’s all crumbling.

"Every sin will be forgiven / If you lay down your weapons to the ground" But that’s not really how this works, is it. Jayce or Jinx can’t fix what they’ve done. Vi can’t say this, can’t fix her. No, they’ve dug their graves and the ground is where they’ll all be. Powder is dead.

Just when you think you’ve lost everything. Everything can get ruined and marred a little more, always. The past is not only in the past, it’s here and it’s haunting. Jinx will keep sullying the memory of Powder for Vi and Vi will keep tainting Jinx’s memories of her sister and their childhood.

[lowkeyerror]

A New Victim pt2

Sam Carpenter x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Notes: Will contain suspected Scream warnings eventually

Summary: Now you're a character in the story. It doesn't sit well with you.

Part 1 | part 3 | Masterlist

“ No, she’s lying,” Chad dismissed your claims immediately. “ Remember what she said at the park. This is a fucking prank. It’s not real. He’s not he-“

“ Chad,” Mindy cut him off. “ Look at her.”

It was clear to everyone in the room that there was something wrong with you. That whatever emotions you were feeling were real.

The other selling point was that Sam herself was convinced that you were being honest. She was the most skeptical one of the group. However, there was no doubt in her mind that you were not deceiving them.

“ I was on my way home after you guys left. It felt like someone was watching me. I thought I was going crazy, but then I looked around. He was across the street, watching me. He dragged his finger across his neck. I felt like I couldn’t move that’s when Sam bumped into me,” you recounted the events clearly.

“ He was watching us at the park,” Tara deduces.

Sam rubs her forehead, “ It probably looked like we were close. So the killer grouped you with us.”

“ What does that mean?” The fear in your voice made everyone at the group look at you with pity.

“ Welcome to the freak show,” Mindy says.

Anika shoves her girlfriend,” It means, that you’ve just got a bunch of new friends.”

“ Am I going to die?”

They group all share looks.

Sam puts her hand on your shoulder. There’s a fire in her eyes as looks at you, “ No, you’re not going to die. In this group we protect each other and that includes you now “

“ I think you should stay here for awhile Y/n,” Tara speaks softly.

You nod, still unable to fully process what this all means.

“ In the morning we can go to your place and pick up some of your stuff, ok?” This time the older Carpenter sister speaks to you.

You nod again. Your moments away from slipping back into the trance that you arrived in. Sam squeezes your hand lightly pulling you back into the light.

“ Y/n?”

You shake your head and stand abruptly, “ Can I use your bathroom real quick?”

Sam eyes you but agrees to take you, “ Follow me.”

Instead of escorting you to the public bathroom, she leads you to her room. You stand awkwardly as she rummages through her drawers.

She hands you some sweatpants and a t-shirt, “ Here, you can use my bathroom. Have a shower and um if you’re tired you can sleep in here.”

“ Thanks,” you’re grateful for the offer.

Usually you’d take a long shower, but you had a sense of paranoia about you. You were in there for less than 5 minutes.

Sam’s clothes feel big on you. They smell like her and that brings you some comfort. You quickly exit the bathroom to find her bedroom empty.

You stare at the bed for a long while debating on whether if you should lay there. You decide against it, thinking about where Sam would sleep if you were to take her bed.

You grab a pillow off her bed and then lay on the hardwood floor.  Sleep wasn’t going to come easy after the day you had. So you stared up at the ceiling trying to think about anything, but the killer.

“ Why are you on the floor?”

You turn to loom at the dark haired girl, “ I thought it’d be weird to take the bed from you.”

“ We’re going to share the bed,” Sam wasn’t asking or suggesting, she was telling you what it was going to be.

She extends her hand to help you off of the floor. You hesitantly grab it and she yanks you to your feet. Her grip is much stronger than you expected.

You slip into the bed, which is ten times better than the floor. Yet, you still don’t see yourself sleeping any time soon.

“ I’m going to shower really quick and then I’ll join you, ok?”

“ Ok.”

You want to wait for Sam. When she comes out you’ll go to sleep. That’s what you convince yourself. However it was far from the truth.

 When Sam gets out of the shower and into the bed your heart rate spikes. She's so close, she smells like vanilla, her skin is ever so slightly touching yours.

“ Y/n,” she says your name gently.

“ Hm.”

She turns so her body is facing yours, “ You need to rest.”

You sigh, “ I can’t.”

“ You’re safe here.”

You shake your head, “ How can you be so sure?”

Sam grabs one of your hands. Her hands aren’t soft like you imagined. They are worked and rough, but for some reason that brings you comfort.

“ I’m not going to let him hurt you.”

“ He doesn’t want to hurt me, he wants to kill me.”

Your anxieties begin to rise again. It almost feels like you’re seeing him across the street again. He’s watching you and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

“ Look at me, Y/n.”

There’s something behind her eyes. It almost scares you. It’s dark and nearly sadistic.

“ I’m not scared of Ghostface. It doesn’t matter who is behind the mask because it always ends up the same for them. Dead or in jail. I will make sure of it."

You want to ask about the first time, but you decide against it. Instead you just nod at the woman’s words. However Sam could still feel the anxiety coming out of you.

She was hesitant, but you wouldn’t have been able to tell. Her hand intertwined with one of yours. The feeling of her hand in yours causes you to blush. Something you hope that Sam doesn’t take notice of in the dark. She does, but she doesn't comment on it. She’s trying to process her own feelings of warmth.

You squeeze her hand lightly as a thank you and it makes her smile a bit. It’s somewhere in the softness of that moment that Sam decides she’s going to protect you no matter what it takes.

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[operation-cursed-sweet-tooth]

Collab with✨(in order)

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@djgaydence

@jadedpawz (surprise collab✨)

@agent-atlas

Once again Ty all for helping out with the panels🩵 your works are all so pretty ^^ hopefully y’all enjoy the update

Ahem…. Apologies for the sudden meeting everyone… but this is urgent- and quite alarming….

Quite alright, ma’am… no need to apologize for such a thing

Yes… thank you Agent… that is true I shouldn’t be needing to apologize for such a thing-

Back to the matter at hand…

Agents… and Rory…. I must warn now that due to the subject of this meeting… I will not allow anyone to back out of the mission that follows…. period…

But…. I will start off with this…. there’s the potential there is a… killer on the island… and I understand that may sound silly… the island has thus far been quite the peaceful place aside from the occasional issues from the bear…

A killer..? Now that definitely is silly sounding to me- ya sure this wasn’t some kinda… I dunno- a prank?? Just done by some teens or whatever?

I know I’ve pulled my fair share of dumb pranks… do they still count as one if I end up injured…?

Rory… please-

What? It’s a genuine question- plus I mean… it’s not that far out there, it is only like a week or two after the Halloween Party… and I’ve seen a bunch of spooky pranks going round that month

groan just wanna be home…

Hmm?

Besides- a killer sounds rather outrageous for this place, no offense… makes more sense it would be a prank

Uh… ma…?

Yeah- sounds quite reasonable to me! Ya sure it wasn’t just Gary having a hallucination about something again? giggle

Agents-

A killer prank isn’t all that funny mates- I mean unless ya somehow pull something off properly?? How would anyone pull something like that off

Will y’all quit messing around- please

There’s always disguises~ they could be used as a dummy!

Agents! Pay attention to the real issue here please! You’re all distracting from the problem here…!

Hrrk-

Ah- s-sorry Agent- hehe- probably just nervous from the last mission…. Please say it’s not too bad like that one…

Director, ma’am?

Afraid it is… it’s… disgusting to say the least and this time I’d even say I’m ‘comfortable’ to have Rookie see the full picture…. it’s that serious that I don’t wish to sugar coat such a thing… for a lack of a better term…

Ma…

Waaait… you’re actually serious? Who would actually be willing to hurt another penguin like that?! Besides like Herbert of course- he’s just a meanie…

Yes we’re serious, Dot! Why would the Director lie about such an awful thing like that?? There’s a possible killer out there and you’re all not even caring to pay attention!

Sigh

Agent… do calm down- please…

But Director..! We shouldn’t just have something like this slide with everyone…! I know things aren’t often this severe, but that’s not a reason to act so dismissive about this sort of topic!

And you’re very much correct… but do remember who we’re dealing with…. not everyone takes stuff like this seriously… and if they do they might not know how to properly respond or react to such information….

Not to mention… this seems to be tied to the last case from what I’m seeing here… but that’s just a hunch….

Ah nuts… I was afraid of that…

Tied to the last mission…?

Gary’s team saw this first from my understanding… thus this file was sent to him… and uh… do be warned of the contents Agents… it’s not pretty in the slightest….

Ma’am-

And worst part of what I witnessed… this doesn’t seem to be tied to those puffles we’d captured either… it seems… bigger…

Wait bigger..?!

Ugh… this all just reminds me of Operation Blackout… all those poor penguins that passed… especially Simon… w-while not as… violent of a death… it’s just… horrible…. No other penguins should’ve ended up killed since then-

We’re supposed to be keeping the island safe… and yet penguins have been going missing left and right! With no trace as to where they went! Or if they’re even alive-

And if this is tied to the case with that… mauled puffle- this is definitely something that needs to be detained immediately! Taken off the island if necessary or even just euthanized if it’s that bad- we can’t just have more instances like this!

While I do agree… I don’t believe we should immediately take out this…. whatever it seems to be…. that’s been causing penguins to disappear or the latter…

We need to be smart here…

If it’s able to kill penguins… it can kill others just as easily…

And if it is another penguin causing these issues…. they have other alternatives of punishment for such a thing that aren’t so severe… despite how severe the situation is alone…

We need to plan for all possible scenarios… even if that means it can cause grave consequences… understood…?

Yes ma’am…

Of course, Arctic…

Let’s at least start with something… simple… something to hopefully help plan out things properly…

We’ll have each of you in teams….

For Agent… you’ll be with Ace… they need this as another training session… ask around to see if anyone may know the victim…. any crucial information you pick up should be reported back here asap

For Guy…. You’ll be with Rookie… I’d like for you to check the areas around the scene… not directly at the scene of the incident… I don’t wish for him to see this in person… it’s… rather gruesome for him to see up close…

Dot and Paige… I’d like you to both scout around to either find Herbert for questions… or to perhaps find any suspicious penguins or creatures… I don’t believe Herbert would pull something like this off, but it’s safer to ask and figure stuff out from there than to accuse immediately…

Rory, dear…. I’m sure Gary won’t be joining anyone on the field this time for obvious reasons… but if you must have a partner you may need to pick another agent that’s not here at the table…

Oh that’s fine hun! I uh… I actually found a little fella recently that I was gonna try to train! A cute little puffle me and Paige had found about a week ago now, I called em Lucky since, well- they’re a cute little Golden puffle

Very well… you should know how puffle training is done by now, dear…. Do be careful with them and make sure they don’t get harmed… if you must have another puffle with you for help, do let me know, but just remember that may just make it a little bit more difficult to keep track of things…

As for your task… I’d like for you to perhaps set up a few traps around the igloo village please… make them as strong as you can but not able to harm anything or anyone that steps into it, understood? If it is a penguin we’d need to interrogate properly…. Catching them would be the first step

Just do make sure to let anyone passing by that this is for safety purposes and not to disclose anything further-

As for the rest of you… please stay safe… especially if you find anything crucial…. I’d hate to see anyone harmed from a mission, even if it’s an accident…

Grab yourselves an Elite if you feel it’s necessary to your respective missions, just note that they too must stay safe at all costs… they’re as much of an agent as the rest of you are… they’re family here and are also pets… treat them properly… PH will know if they’ve been harmed by any of you-

Meeting dismissed…

[oscurascout]

Bad Sanses Adventures

A Bit Of Yoga To Relax And Break Your Spine

Masterlist

They were currently walking up a hill in another peaceful AU. Today, Nightmare had chosen the activity, and everyone was excited until they reached the top and saw what it was.

Cross - “Night, you do know that we’re going to break our spines, right?”

Nightmare - “That’s the point.”

Chara chuckled as Cross looked at Nightmare in surprise. They each positioned themselves on a yoga mat, now they weren't as excited as before.

Nightmare - “Alright, let’s start.”

Everyone was waiting for Nightmare to demonstrate how to do it, but instead, he went and sat down on a bench.

Killer - “Wait, wait! You aren’t doing it!”

Nightmare - “Nope, I’ll be directing all of you. The one who has the most incorrect poses will have to do whatever the winner says for one day. Also, you only have three chances.”

Cross & Killer - “What?!”

Nightmare - *smirks* “So do your best.”

Nightmare started the “game.” At first, everyone was doing relatively well, but then Nightmare purposely began to choose more difficult poses.

Killer - *in a back U shape, struggling* “N-Nightmare, hurry up!”

Nightmare - *smirking* “Wait, I need to remember what comes next.”

Dust - *about to fall down* “Nightmare, I swear my next prank victim is going to be you!”

Nightmare - “Tell me to hurry once more, and I’ll leave all of you like that.”

They immediately fell silent until Nightmare decided to continue.

Cross - *about to fall* “Help!”

Horror was the first to fall, taking Cross down with him.

Horror - *on the floor* “Sorry.”

Cross - *next to him* “Nah, I was going to fall either way.”

Nightmare - “Horror and Cross are down one. Let’s continue.”

As time passed, all of them fell down. Nightmare was having the time of his life; he truly felt happy. Causing for someone to noticed that happiness which prompted to them investigating.

Blue - *whispering* “Dream, are you sure you felt Nightmare having positive feelings here?”

Dream - *whispering* “Yes, how could I ever forget this sensation?”

Ink - *whispering* “It’s surprising to know that Nightmare can have fun with something other than just destroying AUs.”

They arrived in the AU where Dream sensed Nightmare was, and once there, they immediately hid behind some tall flora. They looked and saw quite a strange sight.

Killer, Dust, Horror, and Cross were upside down, their legs in all sorts of awkward positions.

Nightmare - “All of you are doing it wrong; your legs are supposed to form a Z.”

Dust - *struggling, almost falling* “What!? How the hell do you do that?”

Nightmare - *smiling* “I don’t know, but if humans can do it, so can you guys.”

Killer - *struggling* “L-Let’s make sure that Nightmare never sees the internet again!”

Nightmare laughed and continued. Dream couldn’t believe his eyes; he had never seen that kind of smile on his brother’s face.

Blue - “Well, at least they’re not destroying the AU.”

Ink - “We should still keep an eye on them.”

Horror and Killer ended up losing. However, the truth is that, once Horror saw Killer fall, he decided to fall down too.

Killer - *still lying down* “Honestly, I knew this would happen, but I also thought Dust would lose too.”

Dust - *offended* “Hey!”

Nightmare - “Well, that’s it! Now, Horror will have to do whatever Dust says, and Killer will have to do whatever Cross says.”

Killer - “Thank goodness.”

Cross - *smiling menacingly* “Maybe you shouldn’t be too happy.”

Killer - *shivering, a little scared* “W-what?”

Cross laughed, making Killer relax as he elbowed him. Horror wasn’t worried; the worst thing Dust could do to him was make him his sleeping cuddle buddy, but it wasn’t that he hated it—he just knew that Dust could sleep a whole week, and that was the problem.

Blue tried not to laugh; they all had fun watching Nightmare tease his gang members.

Dream - *happy* “Well, I guess that’s it. Let’s go.”

Ink and Blue nodded, both smiling. Dream opened a portal, and they all entered. Nightmare quickly turned around but saw nothing.

Killer - “Night, what’s wrong?”

Nightmare - “I felt Dream’s aura.”

Killer - “Maybe it’s just your imagination. Well, it doesn’t matter; we’re not doing anything, so they shouldn’t have a reason to fight us.”

Nightmare - “You’re right. Let’s all go back now.”

Cross - “Let’s never allow Night to choose an activity ever again.”

Horror, Dust, & Killer: “Agreed.”

Nightmare - “Heh, my activities aren't that bad.”

After they returned home, Horror spent the whole day being Dust's cuddle buddy, while Killer spent his time watching anime and other TV shows with Cross, who had become interested after seeing Killer watch anime once. Meanwhile, Nightmare enjoyed a peaceful and quiet time at the library, free from any distractions.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi, could you please recommended any fics that were basically stiles or anyone from the halen pack join the BAU. Thank you

Yeah, @ashton23458!

I'll Blow This (open wide) by LadySlytherin

(1/1 I 12,595 I Teen I Sterek)

FBI intern Stiles Stilinski is beyond excited at the prospect of joining the elite Behavioral Analysis Team. The BAU seems happy to have him joining their number.

When a fellow-intern comes to the mistaken conclusion that Stiles Stilinski and Dr. Spencer Reid are both dating the same person, Stiles sees it as an opportunity to bond with his future-teammate. One should never underestimate the pranking ability of two geniuses with devious tendencies.

Temporarily Misappropriating the BAU by L3T5_G3T_KR4K3N

(6/? I 15,423 I Mature I Stanny)

Stiles Stilinski would like it known that he did not intend to break the law. Or get a new boyfriend. Or be forcefully adopted and recruited by the BAU. He never intended to solve murders, just as he never intended to get his best friend turned into a Halloween stereotype. Though he doesn't regret it, he would like to blame it on Scott and Jackson for leaving Stiles and Danny unsupervised in a lockable room with alcohol. Honestly, their lives would have been much simpler if they had just stuck to the normal teenage things like making out, instead of hacking the BAU. - - - - - - - - - - - You created a Group Chat with PG and 5 others.

The Lawston Butcher was a woman, not a dude. Pretty sure she was your third witness, Mrs. Alfia.

DM: What?

George Gelding wasn’t one of her victims, which threw off your data. His killer just used the Butcher’s method to throw off the trail. Also, his killer was most likely Kyle Freeden.

AH: Thank you for your input on one of our past cases. May we have your name for the record of the tip?

LOL no. I’m drunk, not stupid.

I'll cross this country on a frequency by illusemywords

(18/18 I 53,541 I Mature I Sterek)

“Stiles, I need you to run a license plate for me.”

“Whatever you need, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe.”

“Stop being such a sourwolf, just tell me the numbers.”

or

The one where there's a serial killer on the loose, Stiles Stilinski has a stalker and Derek Hale doesn't know how to express his emotions.

The New Member by Shadowofahunter

(30/30 I 60,241 I Mature I Stydia)

After losing Prentiss the team is raw, but when the new Agent Stilinski joins in her place they begin to heal.

Set in season 6 and ignores the cases.

Unforgettable by Sallyasher1994

(18/18 I 161,523 I Explicit I Sterek)

“No, I guess not,” Stiles shakes his head distractedly, “What’s this about anyway?” What was it about? Had his dad called and complained about his attitude over the phone? Technically it was made from a work station but it was a personal phone call. He can’t get in trouble for that right? Then Stiles thought about how his stand in boss had mentioned Derek. Derek who is in Beacon Hills right now. Within driving distance of his father. All alone. Without his scrawny, children’s book comparison of a husband to defend him. Stiles felt his heart sink with dread. What had his dad done?

“Everyone get your go bags, we’re heading to Beacon Hills,” - Derek and Stiles are married and work for the FBI, with Scott, Stiles best friend and Derek’s brother. Stiles has always struggled with his father hating Derek, but he never thought it would culminate in the man arresting Derek for several murders. Stiles and Scott have to take the team to their home now and see if they can not only free Derek, but also catch a killer, and do it before anyone else gets hurt… they can’t do all three.

Sheriff is not awesome. Like he was, but now he sucks. Seriously it’s so worth a read but don’t expect to love the sheriff.

Raised By Wolves by auburn 

(6/6 I 186,765 I Mature I Scallison)

An alternate universe mash of season one and two (with later elements), where the FBI is called in to investigate the murders in a small town. Peter doesn't manage to kill Kate, the kanima is not Jackson, Scott McCall is a failure as a friend, Stiles has to face some hard truths, Derek's never been human, the BAU sees what they expect to see, and Gerard Argent is still more monstrous than any werewolves.

[the-last-f2p]

can I request 68 and 69 with yosano

Yeah :D

68: “maybe after this, you’ll go back to being my sweet and obedient darling” and 69: “you’re not you without me. we’re meant to be together for eternity”

Featuring: Akiko Yosano

TW: User does have a healing ability but it's like only able to heal scratches and breaks, double suicide mention, implied violence?, blades, more specifically scalpels.

Akiko Yosano does not take kindly to any type of bullshit when it comes to you. You're supposed to be cute and helpful Y/N not another nuisance like somebody who actually SHALL be mentioned:

Fucking Osamu Dazai!

You first "joined" the detective agency after the port mafia injured a cute little bystander who was very near to death, Yosano of course had to help the bystander who got just a little bit of head trauma so sadly doesn't remember this.

The bystander awoke in the A.D.A medbay a couple hours later where Yosano was sharpening her knifes. (Like a serial killer, cool!) Of course a little freaked out they kindly asked where the hell they were. after Yosano responded "A building", which was just so useful, introduced themselves as Y/N.

You two hit it off and after Yosano found out about their new bestie's healing ablity she suggested (read as forced) them to work in the Armed detective agency as an apprentice of sorts.

Healing minor injuries as most people didn't want Yosano to chop off all of their limbs to heal a broken arm. And at the end of the day you two would clean up, talk for a while and go around Yokohoma together 'til you decide to leave.

Now thinking of it you are REALLY nice. Kind, sweet, attractive? Very protectable. And you're hanging out with Dazai great..

Fast forward back to present day and boom here you are with Dazai all handsy and flirty with him since he's your best friend! Yosano remembers when she was your best friend.. Pranking Kunikida and laughing at his reaction! Yosano could've pranked him with you.. And Dazai asking you to double suici-OKAY YOUR GIRL AKIKO HAS HAD ENOUGH.

She storms off into the medbay while tugging you by the collar. She has fire in her eyes and an intense need for blood. More specifcly, the blood of Dazai.

"Yosano what're you doing..?" You ask edging nearer to Yosano in order to either get a closer look at the blade she's holding or take it off her completely.

"Nothing really. You're not you without me, we're meant to be together for eternity," Yosano lets out an unsettling laugh "Maybe after this you'll go back to being my sweet and obedient darling." Oh she's holding a scapel.. Freshly sharpened as well.

But remember what they say: It's always the first insicion that hurts the most. But so does the second. And the third. And the fiftieth but by that time you should've learnt your lesson!

[famousfilmsfan]

Criminal Case. Famousfilms edition.

Case #1. return to Slender

Chapter 1

Chief: Welcome new recruit. I’m Chief Schmidt, and welcome to the Crystal City PD, we got reports of a murder inside the neighborhood of Prepview. Go check it out with James he’ll meet you there

James is a brown haired man with black eyes.

James: Hey there, i’m James, your new partner, Jeeze what the hell happened to this guy?

The victim was a man with black hair and no…eyes. He was wearing a black suit with a yellow tie. His head was swollen and his throat was red, there was an envelope nearby that was open, and a package on the porch.

James: Hmm, okay this is anaphylaxis if I've ever seen it the victim's name is Davis Ramirez . But what's with his face..or lack of one? You think that envelope might be important? Then let's send it to the lab, and that package doesn't have any stamps, must have been hand delivered. Let's check it out

Kat: *panicked* officers thank God!

James: Wow ma’am calm down, this is a crime scene

Kat: And that’s my fiancee in that bag! What the hell happened?!

James: Oh uh, Miss you should stay put so we can question you.

Kat

Kat: What the hell happened? I got a call at work and I come to find this?!

James: Ma’am we’re doing our best to solve this, now did your fiancee have any enemies?

Kat:..none that I knew of.

James: are you sure?

Kat: yes i’m sure!

James: Hmm she isn't telling us the whole truth

The body

Janet: Hey there i’m Janet, the coroner for our precient. And let me tell you, whoever killed this guy really had it out for him.

James: How so?

Janet: Well he died of anaphylaxis due to a peanut allergy he had but there was nothing in his stomach, but there were vapers of it on his face, so he was shot in the face with it. The suddenness made him panic and didn't have time to react.

James: Great the killer didn't even touch the victim, no leads.

Janet: Actually, I got the dust on his face tested, and only one brand uses the exact formula, ‘Jonas Peanut Brittle’

James: So the killer eats peanut brittle, good to know.

(Info; The killer eats peanut brittle.)

The package

James; Okay let's inspect this package. It says it’s from Bryan Deville. What is

He tries to open it but red paint gets splattered all over him and a note is revealed.

James: Ugg, i’m gonna need to change my clothes, wait what's this? ‘Prank’d ya -Bryan’

James: Well, annoying or not this Bryan must have known the victim we should speak with him…after I changed my clothes

The envelope.

John: Hey there rookie, i’m John the forensics expert of the team. Let me tell you this envelope definitely has some surprises

James: Like what?

John; First off I found traces of peanuts in the paper, so it definitely had something to do with the murder, but there was something else. The envelope was purchased at a stationary store at the mall. So the killer had to get it there since they don’t have a website

Chat with Bryan

Bryan: Hello there officers how can I help you?

James: Well you can tell us why you decided to Prank Davis Ramirez with a paint bomb.

Bryan: Oh that, he was retiring from Fazbears so I decided to play a joke on him. Wait did he call the cops on me for a joke? That’s classic him.

James: No sir he was killed earlier today

Bryan: Oh my god. Honestly i’m not surprised

James: Whys that?

Bryan: He wasn't particularly liked in the company, he was a very…critical person, very angry, Pestered everyone about every tiny detail, he even scolded me for the brand of fake snow I used during the holidays. He said a child might eat it. Who would eat fake snow?

James; Anyone you think may have wanted him dead?

Bryan: Not really, it sucks he’s dead though.

The store

James: This place is creepy, where's the attendant? Oh, you found clues? That torn photo looks strangely out of place, and look this rack has the same type of envelope the killer must have taken it from there, let’s see if they left anything behind

The photo

It shows Davis yelling at a black cat animatronic

James: Is it me or is this guy yelling at Charlie the Cat from the Barnyard Bash?

James: Okay, I’m looking on the website it says our victim owned it…wait you want to question the animatronic in the picture? Alright if you think it’s necessary.

The rack

James: Hmm there’s a postcard here, it’s addressed to the victim. ‘Death is something you can’t escape such as death or a cheesecake that has curdled both of which always turn up sooner or later’ what the hell? This is utter nonsense. The part of death seems like a threat, let’s send this card to the lab, our profiler will get to the bottom of it.

Charlie the Cat

James: Okay we’re at the restaurant. Uh. Hello Charlie? Mr…. the cat?

Charlie: Uh, how can I help you?

James: We’ll we’re here because your owner has died.

Charlie: Died?

James: Oh crap you’re a machine, okay death is like when you loose battery but you can’t recharge it and-

Charlie: I know what death is, that’s a stereotype.

James: Oh good that was like the birds and bees talk. Anyway did you have a good relationship with your owner?

Charlie: He was alright I guess, he was here a lot but wasn’t ‘here’ you know, in his own head a lot. Mumbling to himself too, the craziest thing

James: Okay then, uh call the station if you have anything else

You both leave

James: Okay uh. That was super awkward.

The postcard

Russel: Hello there detective I’m Russel the stations profiler, and I must say the postcard is quite interesting the handwriting shows whoever wrote it definitely wanted the victim to know who it was, the bold letters and perfect lining show it’s an educated mind

James: Okay. And what is the quote?

Russel: The quote is from famous children book series. ‘Series of unfortune events’ so your killer definitely reads that good.

James: Good to know.

Info: The killer reads Lemony Snicket.

James *sighs* Okay this whole day has been a mess, a man with no face is killed on his porch, we have a distressed fiancée, a less then upset former coworker, and a robot cat. The only thing we’re missing is a clown and it will be my worst nightmare

James: Yeah your right, we do know the killer eats peanut brittle and reads children’s books, but it could be anybody and-

Chief; James, detective drop what your doing there’s been a break in at the victims home!

(Should I continue this?)