#.......speaking of eye candy ..... i should .... draw candy gore maybe ...

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tysm !! :D i love making eye candy hehe. four swords is indeed mega pog and i'm so happy to be back into it

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Chapter Thirteen - Midterms and Halloween Mishaps

Part 4: Party Crashers

By 9pm the party was in full swing, Halloween-themed music blared from the speakers placed strategically throughout the living room and kitchen. Black and orange decorations adorned the walls and smoke machines pushed out a steady stream of fog that effectively hid anything below ankle-level in a thick gray smog. Huge fake cobwebs spanned the corners of the rooms with mechanical spiders crawling about them, their metallic joints clicking menacingly. Small animatronic witches cackled every other moment and harrowing howls sounded from somewhere in the house at regular intervals. When you asked Kiego about the location of the ambient noises, he simply winked, shrugged, and offered you a drink as a change of conversation.

The kitchen countertops were laden with Katsuki’s food, most of which had been consumed almost immediately only to be replaced by other dishes he had stored in the fridge and freezer. Several bowls of candy and Halloween-themed snacks were placed about the kitchen and living room where the main party took place, being refilled every so often by Keigo or Katsuki.

To say the party was a hit with your friends would be an understatement; they had all shown up roughly around the same time in elaborate costumes, both to impress their respective friends' soulmates and win the costume contest you had devised at the last minute. The winner, you had told them, would get to take home a dessert of their choice prepared by Katsuki at the end of the night. You had planned on giving everyone’s costume a fair shake, you really had! But when Momo showed up in a stunning white ball gown adorned with jewels that glittered like stars under even the dim party light, you knew who was taking the prize home that night.

“The dress itself is a genuine relic,” You heard her telling Ochaco, Tsu, Toga, and Mina who had all surrounded her the moment she walked in “but the jewels are from the family vault. They’re non-authentic but similarly cut to the originals that Marie Antoinette would have worn.”

Jiro, who was dressed as a vampire in rather authentic-looking gothic garb, slung her arm around Momo’s neck and kissed her forehead. “The makeup around her neck was my idea,” she stated, and for the first time you noticed the ring of fake gore around Momo’s throat, “had to make sure she really looked like old Antoinette right? Post-guillotine and all.”

You chuckled and moved further into the party. Kaminari, Sero, Kirishima, and, surprisingly enough, Iida, were all in the middle of a limbo contest while Katsuki stood watching off to the side with Izuku and Shouto.

“Hey you three!” You greeted enthusiastically as you got closer to them, “enjoying the party so far?”

The sour look on Katsuki’s face vanished the second he spotted you, replaced by a small grin as he pushed himself off the wall he’d been leaning on and pressed his shoulder into yours.

“It’s not so bad,” he said, letting his head drop to touch yours momentarily, “I’m guessing you’ve seen Momo’s getup then?”

“Yep!” You said, placing the briefest of kisses to his shoulder, “I’ve found the winner of the contest for sure.”

Katsuki didn’t respond, only when you looked at his shocked and puzzled expression did you realize that you had never actually kissed any of your soulmates before, on the shoulder or otherwise. You felt your face heat up as you wracked your brain desperately for a change in topic.

“It’s you of course,” you stammered, a bit too shrill even to your ears, “who else would I give the prize to other than my number one?”

Shit that might have made it worse! But it seemed Katsuki wanted to change the topic as well, because he schooled his face back into his passive bored expression and rolled his eyes.

“You know I might have held you to that if the prize wasn’t something I could whip up myself on the weekend,” he huffed but grinned at you a moment later “Thanks though, I’ll be sure to remind the others who your number one is.”

You spluttered as he smirked and walked off. You shook your head exasperated and turned to find Shouto and Izuku beaming at you. Your face went hot again as you opened your mouth to say something, only to have a loud thump cut you off before you could even begin. Spinning around you saw Kaminari flat on his back glaring up at Sero, who had apparently knocked his feet out from under him right as he was about to clear the lowest limbo bar.

Grateful for the distraction you moved away from your two best friends and around the limbo contest, now turned wrestling match, and into the corner where you found Hitoshi and Dabi both leaning up against the wall.

“Hello there cuties,” you greeted “Having a good time?”

“You know it,” Hitoshi’s deep timber never failed to send shivers up your spine, even when he was saying the most mundane of things, “you enjoying yourself as well kitten?”

“But of course!” You said, playing off the effect the pet name had on you “If you happen upon Katsuki, don’t believe anything he says about being number one at anything, okay?”

“I never do,” Hitoshi chuckled, taking a swig of his drink and watching Kaminari attempt to body slam Sero. You hummed in response and  leaned forward to spy Dabi on his other side. “Having a good time, Dabs?”

Dabi didn’t respond immediately, instead turning his head towards you very slowly and blinking owlishly. He seemed to just realize you had gotten there, and he jolted a moment later after realizing you had addressed him.

“Like your costume, mouse,” he made an attempt at his usual cocky smirk but missed the mark when his face twitched and he faltered into a soft giggle. You cocked you head to the side and considered this odd behavior.

“He’s high,” Hitoshi clarified for you at your puzzled look, “higher than most here, I’d say.” 

It was then you noticed the acrid smell permeating the air, it was so light that it was almost undetectable unless you were actively trying to find it. Looking around you noticed a few of the others looked a little less aware of their surroundings than some, and even a few people giggling out of nowhere.

“People are high already?” You asked incredulously “the party has only been on for an hour and a half!”

Hitoshi shrugged and grinned at you “Told you this would happen, you can stick by me for a bit if you’re uncomfortable, I’ve dealt with high Kaminari enough to know how to navigate a conversation with someone who’s blasted.”

You shook your head, “I should be fine but thank you,” you gave him a quick smile before moving further into the party.

You didn’t have to go far before you stumbled up on Tamaki who was sitting on the couch deep in conversation with Mirio, Nejire, Rumi, and Shinya. Rumi had what looked like a pile of heavy dark blankets on her lap, you reasoned that she was probably cold in her skimpy bunny costume. You plopped yourself down on Tamaki’s other side and he started at your sudden presence. Turning to you he blushed at your sudden proximity and stammered out something that sounded like a greeting, but was drowned out by the music thudding through the walls.

You grinned and pressed your shoulder into his to indicate you understood. He smiled at turned back to Mirio and Nejire who were now discussing Mirio’s lack of chess skills. You listened for a bit before standing up to move towards the kitchen. Rumi flung her hand out to stop you before you had gone to far.

You gave her an inquisitive look but she only smiled in return. “Name’s Rumi,” she said unnecessarily, “I wanted to introduce myself properly, even though Keigo’s already told you who I am.”

You shook her outstretched hand and smiled “Thanks, its nice to finally talk to you in person,” you said as she leaned back and chuckled. 

“I’d stand up to talk to you proper but I’ve got my lap full right now, as you can probably see,” You look inquisitively at the blankets only to have them shuffle and reveal themselves to be a person.

“Ah!” You said as Rumi wrapped her arms around the skinny form of Tomura Shigaraki. You opened your mouth to say something again but snapped it closed when you noticed Shigaraki’s face blushing brighter than the setting sun.

“I should probably find Keigo,” you said, hoping you didn’t sound too rude. Rumi just grinned at you and placed a kiss to Shigaraki’s nose, making his blush extend to his now exposed neck. You smiled politely and made your way towards the kitchen.

You found Keigo, Kaminari, and a blonde boy you didn't recognize gathered around the table of food. As you approached you saw a worried scowl deepen on Keigo’s face as Kaminari talked through his mouthful of food.

“Be bet icha ton ova,” Kaminari explained around fistfuls of candy “Um betty good bat Mac in fends.”

“Yes, well,” interrupted the blonde, “I was enamored by him and his friend very quickly. And good thing too, otherwise I’d be sitting at home alone on Halloween night! And we can’t have that can we?”

The blonde spoke reasonably but there was something off about him that you couldn’t place. Maybe it was the way he moved his hands as he talked, or the fact that his eyes kept darting around the room as though he was looking for someone. Either way, you weren’t sure you liked Kaminari’s new friend as much as he did.

Keigo seemed to feel the same sort of unease as you did, but either couldn’t find a reason to confront the blonde or was too polite to do so. The blonde broke the heavy lull in conversation by straightening his coat and drawing himself up to his full height. “It’s been nice talking to you lot,” he said in a manner too pompous for your liking “but I think I’ll move further into the party, I do have someone I’d like to talk to before the night ends.”

And with that he swept from the kitchen into the living room and disappeared amongst the crowd. You turned to Kaminari who had finally swallowed his mouthful and was looking puzzled after the departing figure. 

“Speak to someone?” Kaminari asked, “but he only knows me and Eijiro here…”

“He did show up late though,” Keigo added, “in fact I answered the door for him just ten minutes ago.”

“So maybe he hasn’t seen Eijiro yet then?” Kaminari looked a bit worried now “I wonder why he was so late too, I told him the right time….”

“Maybe I’ll follow him,” Kaminari said, already heading out of the kitchen. “Just to make sure he’s alright…”

Kaminari disappeared into the crowd leaving you and Keigo alone at the table. You shared a look with Keigo, who shook his head and stood up. Smiling at you he offered his hand with a bow “May I have a walk with you, mademoiselle?” He asked with a cheeky smirk.

You rolled your eyes but took his hand anyway, “sure, I could use some fresh air.” You both walked out the back door, down the back terrace stairs and into the expansive garden behind the mansion.

You crossed to the greenhouse sitting just opposite the mansion and sat down on one of the ceramic garden benches. Keigo leaned back against the greenhouse walls and gazed skyward. You followed his example and took a moment to take in the stars twinkling above. The full moon bathed you both in light and the crisp autumn breeze cooled the sweat that had appeared on your skin without your notice.

“I really like your friends,” he said, turning his head toward you with a smile “they’re just as sweet as you are.”

You grinned back at him “Rumi and Shinya are really nice too,” you said, “and I think the guy Rumi’s been babying all night is Dabi’s friend Shigaraki?”

“Yeah he is,” Keigo replied “and I’m glad he’s finally come around to them, you know it took those three ages to-“

Keigo’s sentence is cut off by a loud slam, both your heads snap in the direction of the sound only to see Hitoshi fling himself out of the back door and brace himself against the railing, looking like he was about to be ill.

Both you and Keigo are on your feet in seconds and Keigo is at his side before you even make it halfway to the stairs. You watch him grip Hitoshi by the shoulders and spin him around to face him. As you get closer you can hear their conversation, Hitoshi’s words coming out in harsh panicked breaths.

“He’s here,” he gasps “I didn’t think, I didn’t expect, I didn’t know-“

“Hitoshi what’s wrong?” You ask as you finally draw level with them “are you alright? What’s-“

“Yes,” called a familiar and unwelcome voice “tell us what is wrong, dear Hitoshi.”

You and Keigo spin around and your heart drops as you see the smirking face of the blonde stranger.

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I, Alone (Part 3)

Dean Winchester x Reader

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Warnings: cursing, spn level gore, all that angst, THERE IS A TIME JUMP

Summary: two years after the reader erased herself from the Winchesters lives, the brothers continue on as normal. . . Until a hunting accident begins messing with Deans head.

A/n: I’m sorry this took so long! I have major writers block and I haven’t felt motivated at all lately. Anyways I hope y’all enjoy and feedback is appreciated! 

The warehouse was almost too silent as Dean and Sam made their way through the massive structure, machetes in hand. After days of searching through almost every abandon building in the town, Dean had a feeling that this had to be the place. The body count for vamp kills in the past week had slowly been rising and they were running out of places to look.

Trying to silent his footfalls besides his brother, the older Winchester peeked around the corner, nodding his head once he knew it was clear. It was only a matter of time until they found the nest. He could feel it in his bones.

“Cmon, where are you, you fanged freaks?”

Almost as if on cue, three hulking figures lunged out of the shadows. The first two gunning for Dean while the third went for Sam.

There was a series of yells and groans as the brothers were tossed back, the strength of the monsters clearly underestimated by both. And before Dean could make his next move he was pinned back against the wall, struggling as he watched Sam fight off his own attacker.

Nothing could ever be easy for them, could it?

“You know- is it just me or did this use to be easier?” Dean huffed, once again attempting to swing at the other advancing vamp as he tried to catch his breath.

“It’s just you.” Sam was able to speak through harsh breathing, successfully wrapping his fingers around the machetes handle once more and severing the head of one of the beasts.

“Are you sure-“ panting, Dean tightened his grip on his own blade, mustering up a burst of strength as he threw the vamp off, separating its head from its shoulders in one clean swipe before it could advance once more. “Because I could have sworn this used to be easier.”

Taking down the second one, the jade eyed hunter momentarily paused, placing his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

“Maybe you could stop talking and help me!

“Right, right. I’m coming. Hold your horses.” Rushing across the cement floor, Dean quickly yanked the vamp off his struggling brother before sending its head rolling across the floor to join the others.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” Letting out a sigh, Dean used the back of his hand to wipe the blood from his face, before extending it to help hoist his brother to his feet. “You good?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m all good. You?”

Dean opened his mouth to respond but was cut short when another vamp came barreling into him from out of nowhere. He heard Sam let out a shout as his body hit the floor, skidding slightly across the cement surface, only to be stopped by the harsh impact of his skull hitting the opposite wall, the sheer force making his teeth clack together.

Luckily Sam raced forward before the monster could do any more damage and like all the other before it’s head was quickly detached from his body. The machete blade swinging trough the air in a deadly arc as it did so. Once the body hit the ground, Sam was racing forward, knees hitting the pavement harshly as a sudden wave of fear washed over him.

“Dean! You okay?”

The hunter let out a grunt, slowly moving to prop his back against the wall, his bloodied hands nursing his head as waves of pain racked his body, stemming from the point of contact. There was definitely a concussion. No doubt about that.

Slowly pushing himself to his feet, Dean wobbled slightly. The throbbing in his head only increasing as he tried to move. He closed his eyes, hand still planted on his forehead as he winced.

“That. . . Was not fun.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes Sam! I’m fine.” Dean grumbled, squatting down to pick up his machete. “Now can we go? Jobs done.”

As Dean started down the now empty hallway, Sam paused to watch him go, concern still heavy on his features. Even if his brother complained he was gonna make Cas check on him just to be sure. He had hit the wall hard- enough to the point where it had the younger Winchester worrying.

*. *. *. *. *. *.

“I told you! I’m fine!” Swatting are the angels hand, the hunter leaned back in his seat.

“Dean, just let me check. Sam said you hit the wall pretty hard.” Cas sighed. “I can understand his concern.”

Whipping his head around, Dean sent a sharp glare at his brother, saluting him with a middle finger. “You need to stop worrying. I’m fine.”

“C’mon man. Just let him check.”

Dean grumbled under his breath before nodding. “Fine! Fine. work your weird angel mojo.”

Once given the okay, Cas hesitantly leaned forward to place a warm hand against his temple, his eyebrows furrowing on contact. His facial expression immediately caught both brothers attention, Sams face falling into one of concern for what felt like the hundredth time in the last two days.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.”

Swatting his hand away once more, Dean stared up at the angel. He wasn’t convinced. “What do you mean nothing? Your face ain’t saying nothing.”

“No Dean. What I mean is that I can’t find anything wrong.” Cas paused, looking past Dean to his younger brother. “How hard did you say he hit the wall?”

Sam let out a sigh, arms folding tightly over his chest. “I- I don’t know exactly. But I practically heard it from across the room. It was a cement wall Cas.”

“So I got lucky.” Dean shrugged, popping up from his seat in the library. “Sometimes that happens. Calm down.”

Unfortunately his steps were halted when a hand came down on his shoulder, stopping him from leaving the room. “Dean, if anything you should at least have a concussion.”

“Well, like I said before: I got lucky. Now if you both could stop babying me I would be eternally grateful.” He let out another sigh, raking a hand through his hair. And with that the hunter turned on his heel left the library, leaving two concerned people in his wake.

*. *. *. *. *. *.

It started with little things at first. For the first week Dean did nothing but try and nurse his headaches from his collision with the concrete floor back at the warehouse. Just headaches, nothing unusual about them. Nothing worth mentioning to his brother and Cas at least. But it was around week three that things started to shift. He didn’t catch them at first, the actions small enough to practically fly under is radar. . . almost.

It started last Tuesday when he came back from a supply run with a bag of candy he had no recollection of buying, and then quickly realized he didn’t even like that particular kind. He hesitated for a moment before ultimately deciding to throw it out.  At first it caught him off guard but it only took a few more minutes before he shrugged it off.

Three days later he was doing research for a case in the library and turned to his left to ask a question only to find nobody there, his brother seated across from him, nose buried in a lore book. He stared at the vacant seat for a few seconds before passing over that as well.

Glancing at the lone clock hanging above the table in the kitchen, the older Winchester let out a yawn, trudging across the cold linoleum floors towards the coffee pot. His mind going into autopilot as he poured himself a cup, and then another, extending the second cup as if to pass it to somebody.

Halfway through his action Dean paused, eyebrows drawing together as he looked at his extended arm and the other cup of coffee balanced in it. Nobody else was here and he wasn't one to pour his brother coffee either.

“What the h-“

“Morning.” The sudden voice behind him slightly startling him, sending hot coffee splashing onto his hand.

“Jeez, Sam! A little warning next time.” Dean huffed, setting his own mug down so he could use his sleeve to wipe the dark liquid off.

“Sorry.” The younger Winchester mumbled, stepping down into the kitchen. “Thanks for pouring me coffee though.” Stepping forward he took the spare cup from his still outstretched hand, Dean arm staying in place for another moment as he tried to figure out what the hell had just happened.

“.. . No problem.”

“Dude, you okay?” Sliding into one of the vacant seats at the table, Sam sent his brother a questioned glare from over the lip of the coffee mug, Deans eyes fixated on his now empty hand.

“Yeah, yeah. Just had some serious deja vu.” Quickly shaking his head, Dean tossed the incident to the back of his mind, sliding into his own seat. “Nothing to worry about.”

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(yandere! hanako x yashiro nene | headcanon and oneshot | fluff and gore | 1.9k words | spoilers)

— requested by @mako-neexu —

HHHHH yes this is hananene, after all that mitsukou I wrote whoops. @mako-neexu I hope this does you justice. This will contain spoilers from the manga so please proceed with caution. THERE IS A BIT OF GORE IN HERE TOO, SO IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THAT KIND OF CONTENT, I SUGGEST YOU SEARCH UP SOME FLUFF CONTENT. (unedited)

ON ANOTHER NOTE: y’all hananene and mitsukou shippers better believe that requests are open 😤😤

He can be an obsessive yandere

Obsessive in a way that he’d always have her on his mind, wondering how she was, imagining their time together, or reminiscing of her warm hands in his cold ones

He was obsessive in that he cared for her so much that she became the center of his universe

However, he wanted to be the only center of hers

“When are you going to pay attention to me?” Hanako whined. When Yashiro was finished cleaning the bathroom, she started working on schoolwork. The apparition floated beside her, trying to read what she was writing that was so important.

“I swear, you can be like a cat sometimes...” Yashiro sighed as she went back to work, ignoring Hanako. Dejected, he started playing with the mokke, but he still felt down that she was focused on something else. He ended up losing against the mokke, too distracted to pay attention to the game.

He looked back up. He had been playing for a few minutes, but Yashiro wouldn’t move. She kept looking back and forth between papers and books. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, something the apparition noticed. He didn’t know how long he stared at her features, but at this point, he can probably draw her face from memory.

He didn’t notice his body float upside down in front of her. He didn’t even remember standing up to go there. He said nothing, and continued to stare. Yashiro knew he was staring, but she forced herself to continue her work. Although, she could admit that he was cute this way. Not that she’ll ever admit that to his face.

He can be a jealous yandere

Jealous in a way that he masks it so well, that he was the calm before the storm, except the clouds were already raining

He was jealous in that it was quiet, so quiet and small that you’d never see it coming and you’ll end up surprised at how much he bottled up

However, he wanted to do something about it

He never cared about it. Really, he didn’t. He didn’t. He thought that he didn’t. The amount of schoolwork that Yashiro received seemed suspicious. Even Tsuchigomori believed that she was doing too much homework. He felt his blood rise when he found out why.

“Why should you do his homework?” Hanako tried to keep a level head. Inside, he was seething with anger. Yashiro certainly had lots of things piled up, not to mention how dangerous her situation is, given that she was tied to Hanako.

“It’ll be fine, besides, I can be closer to him when it’s over!” Yashiro beamed. Hanako couldn’t say no to a face like that. He adored her too much to see her distressed. But he knew that the other kid was only using her. But trying to reason with Yashiro would lead him nowhere. Sure, they had this conversation before, but this time, she seemed sure.

He watched her walk away. His mind drifted to that kid. He’d have to check if this boy was worth her time. Not that he was, anyway. He passed by the hallways. Ignoring Tsuchigomori’s confused face, Yako’s surprised expression, and Akane’s shocked and almost scared face. They could tell that he was keeping something sinister within.

He can be a protective yandere

Protective in a way that he would come to her whenever there was danger, and would ward off any apparition that posed a threat to her life

He was protective in that his arms were wrapped around her frame in a secure and tight hug whenever she was scared

However, he wanted to protect her through any means necessary to avoid death

The murderous apparition didn’t stand a chance. He was trapped in the bathroom, Number 7’s domain. Hanako may be a mischievous, childish, and an overall playful guy. But even the Seven Mysteries know that he has a limit. The moment the apparition had its sights on Yashiro, he didn’t hesitate to run.

By the time he reached her, he thought it was too late. Her body was slumped against the wall, blood dripped down the side of her head as her eyes seemed close to shutting. Yashiro’s chest rose weakly, making it hard for her to breathe.

He felt his mood shift. In a flash, he cut up the apparition into a thousand pieces, causing his hat to fly, and left no evidence of what happened. Whenever he looked directly into their eyes, it was the eyes of dead man with nothing more to lose. The apparition howled in agony before promptly disappearing when he rushed to Yashiro’s side, cradling her head in his hands. He could feel a faint pulse on her wrist, letting out a sigh of relief.

“I could’ve lost you today.” He nearly wept as he buried his head on the crook of her neck. He wanted to remember the feel of her touch and keep it to memory. He wanted to memorize the outline of her face and figure before he could lose her. When Yashiro’s hand made contact with his hair, he found his heartbeat slow to a steady beat as he listened to hers.

He can be a gentle yandere

Gentle in a way that he would pet her hair, give her soft hugs, and look at her the way every girl would want to be looked at

He was gentle in that Yashiro is the only person he ever approached with comforting hands, the only person to be hugged that way, and the only person he looked at with such love

However, he wanted to be the only person who could be like that to her

Hanako found himself washing away the blood. The mokke delivered a first aid kit as he stitched her up. After watching Tsuchigomori stitch up his wounds and healed his bruises when he was a kid, he was able to remember how to do it. It’s a good thing he remembered how to.

Yashiro winced with pain, and there was nothing Hanako could do but to continue his work. He gave the bloodied rag to the mokke, who started to wash it away in the sink. He tried helping her stand up, but her legs gave out. Yashiro tried to speak, but she was too tired to talk.

“How have you always drawn the attention of apparitions lately?” He joked as he started to pack up the med kit. He almost felt jealous again, after all the ghosts that came to her. Yashiro looked away, with a flustered expression and a face full of regret. He noticed the change of atmosphere, immediately floating to her side, ready to comfort her. He heard a sniffle coming from her. “Hey, you’re gonna be okay—“

“No, it’s not okay!” He stopped his hand mid air, clearly taken aback by her outburst. He didn’t understand how she felt, but he knew she was sad. She was shaking so much, he wanted to wrap his cape around her, which is what he did. He dried her tears with it when she continued to speak. “He said he’d come for help, but it’s clear he escaped to save himself.” It was quiet after that.

He can be a playful yandere

Playful in a way that he would tease her endlessly, amused by her reactions and faces

He was playful in that he takes joy in the flustered expression she’d always have, which one could mistake for sadistic tendencies

However, he wanted to distract her from the apparition

There would be another time to be angry. Right now, he has a shaking girl in his cloak, clearly wallowing in embarrassment that she hoped for something that kid couldn’t bring her. The mokke held up a piece of candy for her to take. She unwrapped it and started to eat it when Hanako got an idea.

“Would you prefer to make him into udon?” A weird question, he knew as much. It was a weak joke, yet it sent giggles through her throat. He thought it was strange, how something like that would make her smile. Maybe it was because of the many apparitions he threatened to turn into udon. Somewhere in the school, Yako tensed up.

“Maybe turn him into daikon?” It was his turn to laugh. Yashiro was blushing, maybe because she compared the boy to a radish. Hanako laughed loudly, making Yashiro giggle a little, too. He smiled at the thought, turning that coward into daikon. Maybe Yashiro won’t be the only one he’ll be calling that.

Once Yashiro regained her strength, they exited the bathroom. Yashiro went home, hoping to avoid that boy again. Hanako waved goodbye as he went back to the school premises, searching for that kid. He passed by unsuspecting students, before he caught sight of his hair. His expression darkened, one thing running in his head. Something he hoped that Yashiro would never know.

He can be a quiet yandere

Quiet in a way that he never lets Yashiro know what’s going on in his head

He was quiet in that he never let her know how much he dreamed of killing that kid, how often he wanted him to stop looking for Yashiro, and how he wished Yashiro would only see him

However, he didn’t want to remember that one moment

Night fell. He isolated himself in the third stall of the bathroom. He let the darkness consume him, his thoughts drifting back to the boy. The mokke sensed a murderous aura surrounding the school mystery, and didn’t dare to enter the bathroom.

He thought of slicing his throat, for every lie that came out his mouth. He thought of scratching his eyes out, so that he could never look at Yashiro. He thought of cutting his hands out, so that he may never give Yashiro his homework ever again. He thought of carving words on his back and chest, so that the boy may see a reminder of his cowardice every time he had to change. He thought of paralyzing him, so that he may torture him for hours without any problems, and make him count how many limbs he’d cut off. He thought of pinning him to the ground, his kitchen knife in hand, kneeling over his body, readying the knife in the air, not caring about the boy’s shocked face.

His mind flashed to his brother. He remembered it clearly. The day he finally snapped and killed Tsukasa. He thought of that moment, repeating it until he could muster out his last words over and over again. He shook his head. His eyes focused on the door in front of him. He was drowning in his head, making him wonder how much more he had yet to discover about himself.

He thought of what Yashiro would think if he continued with his ideas. But he knew, that he was trying to atone for his sins. His heart was conflicted. He wanted revenge, true, but he wanted to be absolved. He wanted to end Yashiro’s pain, but he didn’t want to think about how he killed Tsukasa. A cold breeze flew through him as he continued to ponder. After a few minutes, he walked out of the bathroom, waiting for the next day to come, adjusting his hat as the mokke feared the intense gaze Hanako had on his face.

[theromnempire]

The Dead of Night

Title: The Dead of Night Word Count: 1,346 Pairings: Intrulogical, platonic DLAMP, (Platonic Prinxiety or Rociet if you look hard enough) Warnings: blood, kind of gore, ghosts, ouija board, cemetery, Halloween Summary: Logan didn’t believe in the supernatural the way his friends did, but with their luck, he should have known to expect even his precious science to betray him.

Logan knew better than to mess around with a Ouija board, or at least he should have.

He didn’t particularly believe in ghosts—he was a man of science, after all—but with his friends, the uncanny was to be expected.

“Come on, Lo, not scared, are you?” Roman teased, tossing the football that was part of his costume his way and chuckling when Logan fumbled it.

“Hardly,” he countered, tossing the ball back but misjudging it so it instead bounced off Roman’s knees. “I just think there are better things to do on Halloween.”

“Like give out candy to sugar-rushed fiends? Re-watch pathetic ‘horror’ movies while Patton complains about a stomach ache because he had too much chocolate? Where’s the thrill in that, the adventure?”

Roman grinned at his friend, clasping D’s shoulder while saying, “At last, someone is speaking my language.”

“And Logan, what of a new discovery? The damn scientific method?”

“Ghosts aren’t real,” Logan replied stubbornly, glancing to Virgil—the second most logical in the group—for support.

“Don’t know,” he shrugged, “could be fun.”

Surprisingly, Patton was the one to interject, “Maybe . . . maybe we shouldn’t. This is the one night a year the ghosts have off because everyone is too busy doing other things to summon them. They might get angry.”

“We’ll be quick,” Roman affirmed, offering both Patton and Virgil—dressed as Peter Pan and the headless horseman respectively—a hand to pull them to their feet. Then he took the lead, opening the front door with Dee following close behind. “Come on now, Geek Squad.”

What we’ll be is dead, he thought, shaking his head before pulling up the rear, picking up the Ouija board that the others had almost forgotten and closing the door behind him.

The cemetery wasn’t far, just down the street, so they went on foot. The sidewalks were packed with kids cloaked in fabrics of every shade from ghost-white to pure midnight black. Princesses, pirates, heroes, villains, and monsters ruled the night, running from house to house as their parents tiredly followed at a distance. They paid the teenagers no mind and likewise, Logan and his friends ignored them.

But he remained cautious, apprehensive because, really, there was no scientific explanation for why his skin crawled. They were surrounded by people and the lights of their flashlights led the way, remaining on even as they slipped into the woods—leaves crunching beneath their sneakers—and towards the front gates of the cemetery.

The erected tombstones were silent thrones, marking corpses that have been decomposing for centuries and blocking out the hush of the wind as they all sat on the cold, hard ground.

“Did you remember the board, Roman?”

“I have it,” Logan said, placing it in the middle of the circle the others had created before taking a step back.

“Too scared to join, Lo?”

“There’s only enough room for a few of us and I am the least inclined to participate . . . so unless you are too scared and want me to join in, I’ll sacrifice my spot for you,” he countered, the banter almost too easy between him and his best friend. Roman scrunched his nose in response before turning back to the board, fingers brushing against his friends’ as he placed two of his on the eye.

Patton hesitated, eyes flickering back to Logan with his arms crossed and back leaning against a tombstone so old that the name was no longer distinguishable. He looked genuinely frightened.

“Don’t worry,” Logan assured in a quiet voice so that the others wouldn’t be able to hear, “there’s nothing to fear because it isn’t real. There’s no place after our world and, frankly, I don’t believe in the existence of souls because there is no proof and therefore, no way for the living to return as a ghost or anything of that nature.”

But Roman, Virgil, and Dee had already begun, Patton now unable to join as they moved their hands around clockwise and recited a phrase in hushed voices that Logan could barely hear. They were hesitant despite their earlier excitement. Something was amiss.

“Is there anyone here?” Dee called, voice rising to a normal tone. “If so, speak to us.”

Silence, not even the wind dared to breathe.

He repeated, “Is there anyone-”

At once, the flashlights from their phones went out, all dying as a cloud raced to conceal the moon, plunging them into an impregnable darkness.

Roman and Patton screamed, Virgil bit the inside of his cheek, and Dee’s breath hitched. Logan glanced down at his phone, brows furrowing as he tried to turn it back on, but not even the red bar flickered onto the dark screen. Not dead, tampered with, then.

Dee tried again, “Is there any-”

“YES, NOW SHUT UP!”

The five boys turned towards the disembodied voice, paling as a translucent figure floated inches above the ground with something that looked like blood dripping down from both its eyes and its mouth.

Logan tried to speak but found himself unable to, payalyzed as Virgil—in a moment of fight or flight—grabbed Roman by the wrist and took off, Patton on their heels.

Finding his voice but not looking away, he said to Dee, “How did you-”

“I didn’t.”

He was silent for a moment, feeling his heart race and beg him to follow it out of the cemetery. “Oh.”

The ghost—a boy that must’ve been about their age—grinned wider at the exchange, eyes almost horrifically wide and drawing attention away from the stitches adorning his neck and cheeks. He moved closer and Dee abandoned the board, Logan, and the ghost without a second thought. But even in his cowardly flight, he seemed to glide with purpose more than run for his life like the others had.

Logan stayed, unable to look away.

“Why don’t you run?”

Without missing a beat, and speaking without thinking much of it, he said, “Because there’s nothing to be afraid of.” And you’re somehow the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

He left that last part out, not sure exactly where it had even come from. Hell, he wasn’t even sure what it was, maybe just the beauty of scientific discovery and realizing just how mysterious and incredible the world he lived in was. But when the ghost took a step forward (would they be considered steps? he was floating, after all—a question for Logan to ponder later), his chest constricted. He concluded that it wasn’t that, not at all.

“What’s your name?”

“Names have power,” the ghost countered, smirking as he moved closer still, until they were less than a foot away. “And I won’t tell you mine unless you tell me yours.”

“Logan,” he said, feeling that there was no need to lie about it.

“Logan, Logan, Logan . . . I knew a Logan in life.”

“I’m sure, we are far from a minority.”

“Funnier than the others, aren’t we?”

“Your name,” Logan insisted, watching as the other’s head turned all the way around his body, hands reaching up to grab his head and straighten it as if it had moved on its own accord.

“And you’re sure you want to know, Logan, one of many? Finding out means creating a bond and . . . well, I’d have no reason to ever leave your side.”

The corners of Logan’s mouth flickered upward, the first hint of emotion other than shock he had revealed the entire night. “Perfect, a man can’t run experiments on an absent test subject.”

“Remus,” he said, looking away after and Logan’s phone sprang to life. He glanced down for a second, the bright light surrounded by the dark apple logo catching his attention, and when he looked up, Remus was gone.

Logan’s flashlight had turned back on and was directed to the ouija board where the eye was moving on its own accord. He crouched down beside it, silently recording the letters as the ghost, Remus, communicated.

You should be scared, I could kill you.

“Please,” Logan snorted, picking up the board and the eye before carrying it out of the cemetery, “I’d like to see you try.”

-

Author’s Note

just a quick little thing i wrote in one sitting in order to get over writer’s block. i was just going to make it a headcanon but thought why not write a fic to get the juice’s flowing?

thanks for reading and happy halloween! ronnie

[purplesurveys]

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I tried watching Vertigo once but if I remember correctly, I stopped because my copy didn’t have subtitles and I couldn’t follow the plot lol. Do you like Funko Pop figurines? Sure. I’m much less enthusiastic about them now for sure, but back in high school I used to want to start collecting them so bad. If so, do you have any? Which ones would you like to have? No but I’ve bought one as a gift once. I got Gabie the Funko figurine of Dana Scully from The X-Files for Christmas 2015. Which ones do you think they should make (but haven't yet)? I dunno if they’ve made ones for them but the cast of Queer Eye should definitely get their own.

[bluebellhairpin]

Ghost Girl and The Face-Less Boy

 Slenderman X Fem!Reader

A/N: Wow. Sonfics seem to be my thing. Ouch. The song used was ‘Such Horrible Things’ by Creature Feature. Enjoy you crazy phycos! - Nemo

Summary: You were the town’s resident Horror Child, and rather proud of it. Your parents wanted you to be normal. Your siblings just wanted you to stop trying to kill them. Your neighbours wondered if you were the child of the devil instead of humans. Long story short; One day, your parents decided to finally send you to school. There you’re met with whispers, odd looks, and a group of bullies. Oh, and the strange face-less boy that those kids were bullying before they got to you.

WARNING: Mentions of gore and murder. Please don’t go around killing people. It’s not healthy for them, and it’s not good for you if you want to get a job or probably a dog either. 

Masterlist  

When you were about four or five, you’d already been dubbed the ‘horror child’ of your town. 

You’d pour glue in peoples hair, you stood at the end of hallways with a knife in hand, you’d trick your neighbour into running into the woods (three times this happened when it took the adults an excess of four hours to find her again), one time you even tried to set you house on fire (you hated the colour scheme anyway).

When you turned seven or eight, you had doubled your reputation.

You had pushed your younger sister down a well, and set your brother on fire. Your mother, being ever hopeful, bought you a drawing pad to try to get you to act more lady-like by learning how to sketch; you instead used the pad to draw up your schemes and to write up all your plans (Your mother saw it, and she told her friends that she couldn’t sleep for a solid week).

Once you reached the age of twelve, your parents decided to send you to a proper school.

They’d previously had you home-schooled in fear that your all-round horribleness would rub off on others - or get worse. But now they must’ve decided that it couldn’t get much worse than what it already was, so by that point in time, they’d basically given up trying to turn you into a ‘normal’ human; the decided to leave you as the devil spawn you seemed to be. 

You slightly dreaded going to school, even though you hardly felt a thing, at this point in time you were worried that no one would fear you as much as you wished them to.

When you arrived at the front gate, the old rusted thing swinging slightly on its hinges, it seemed a small if the whole school went dead silent. Your darkened (e/c) eyes narrowed as you tightened your grip on the straps of your book bag; the large town clock could be heard chiming from across the road, and your fellow students all held their beady gazes on you.

You wandered slowly straight from the gate towards the wooden doors of the school, never once moving your gaze from your intended location, effectively avoiding the hushed whispers and the strange looks from your new peers. But a yell from your right made you move your eyes lazily towards the commotion; the children in your way moved so you could see what was happening.

A group of four or five tall kids - maybe about fifteen years old - were pushing around another kid. But this in itself didn’t gain your attention; it was that the person that were bullying wasn’t really a person.

He (at least you guessed it was a boy since ‘it’ wore the usual clothes of a boy in the year 1906) had no facial features - no eyes, mouth or nose - he also had no hair, was as lanky, pale, and skinny as could humanly be possible.

You guessed he was a bit scary-looking to the other kids, and for that he seemed to be getting teased for it.

“Hey.” You said, not having to raise your voice since most of the school had gone silent just by seeing you. “What is this?” You asked, the group, now ignoring the boy and started paying attention to you, had also gone silent and most of them looked between you and the tallest of the group.

“What does it matter to you? Ghost girl.” The tall boy replied, stalking over to you, seeming to square you up as he leaned down to your height; an eruption of murmurs came from the large gathering of kids that had shown up to watch the bully try and pick a fight with the resident ‘Girl of Horrors’. 

“Don’t call me that.” You muttered, closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath.

“Don’t call you what? Ghost girl?” The tall boy laughed, shoving you in your shoulder. “What’re you gonna do about it?” He shoved you again. You did nothing. “Call on your ancestors?” He pushed you over, you landed on your knees and scraped your palms in the process. “Set me on fire?” He hissed and kicked your leg. You glared up at him, a skill you’d learnt and learnt well over the past years, many quivered under your stare, but this boy seemed to not care. 

The face-less boy had now stood up straight so now you could see he was actually rather tall, and he had his head tilted in your direction; seemingly interested in what you were going to do.

“I’ll do nothing of the sort.” You started, standing and brushing off the white fabric of your dress, wiping a couple lines of crimson blood into the once-pure material. “In fact, I think you don’t deserve to be set on fire.” You said as a matter-of-factuality, staring into his eyes with noting but an odd look of wonder. “I could cut you open from the top of your throat to your navel instead. Take a peek at your insides.” You said softly, the boy looked at you in slight horror, but soon sneered at you.

“You’re nothing but a little girl! What could you possibly-”

“Or I could try impaling you from whatever side I can poke a stick into.” You cut him off, making sure to keep your voice soft and dull.  

The next thing you knew, a fist was flying at your face and your vision blurred to black as screams faded from your hearing. 

You woke, inhaling a deep breath, the smell of steriliser hitting your nose making you crinkle your eyebrows together. You opened your eyes and saw that you seemed to be in the school’s infirmary. 

You reached your hand up to your head, feeling a bandage right where the pain hurt most. You moved to sit up, two gangly hands grabbing a hold of your arm and back to help you. You looked over at your helper, seeing no other than the face-less boy from before.

“Who are you?” You asked, glancing up where his eyes would - should be.

“A ‘Thank You’ would be nice.” A disembodied voice echoed through your brain-hole, leaving you a little nauseous and with a minor headache.

“Yeah, but what for?” You said, peering up at him (also where you guessed the voice came from) and rolled your eyes.

“Look out the window.” The voice spoke again as he helped you stand to wander over to the barred-up window across the room. “I did not know I could do that before. When Jim hit you, it must of triggered something inside me.” The voice continued as you looked out the window to the yard below. The place was covered in sticky-looking black liquid, it looked like a tornado came around and blew the entire yard upside-down, there was even a couple patches of red here and there; blood, no doubt. “I’m sorry. I should not of gotten so... Upset.” 

“Did you kill anyone?” You asked, gently pushing away the thin fingers of the boy next to you.

“Um, no. I did not mean to do it, so of course not.” He replied, now fidgeting with his hands as he moved to stand in your line of sight. “Thank you. For helping me. No one has done that before.” He told you once you moved you gaze over to him.

“You’re weird-looking. And you talk funny. And you almost killed, what, five - six people just then.” You spoke slowly, watching the boy as he seemed to deflate with each word; surely worried that he’d lost his chance at gaining a friend. “What’s your name?” You finished, tilting your head at him as he perked up at your words.

“My-my name? I-It is Subject Tango Whisky Delta.” He said, stuttering in shock that you weren’t really worried about him. You smiled lightly, he was making you feel something you didn’t think you knew you could feel.

“Okay. Strange name. But okay.”

“However, My brothers call me Slender.” He quickly added once he felt you were finished speaking. 

“Well, I think this should come off, and then, how about we go for some pizza? Or candy?” You asked and began to take off your head bandage.

“Public places and I do not really mix.” Slender said, his ‘voice’ sounding a little softer as if he didn’t want to disappoint you. 

“That’s okay. I don’t really know anywhere that sells pizza anyway.” You stated, placing the bandage down on the bed. “We can just go back to my place and make some Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches.” You said, offering an alternative to the previous suggestion. “My name’s (y/n), by the way.” You said, realisation that you hadn’t introduced yourself yet.

“(y/n).” He tried, testing how your name sounded. “(y/n), can I - Could I call you my friend?” He asked. You simply nodded, not really knowing how to react to the question since you couldn’t really say you’d ever had a friend before. You grabbed your book bag - of which was placed neatly at the end of the bed - and started wandering towards the exit.

“You coming Slender?” You asked, turning and seeing him slightly unsure of whether to follow you. You guessed he got bullied a lot, which would make anyone scared to go out in public. You held out your hand to him, hoping that he’d take it so you could go and start making your sandwiches. “It’s okay. You wont be alone anymore.” You said softly and smiled gently at him. 

“Thank you (y/n).” He said once his long fingers curled around your own. 

You both started down the school hallway, turning heads again, but neither of you cared. 

You were the Ghost Girl and the Face-Less Boy.

Nothing could stop you now.