#but now i just couldn't be bothered to care. happy Halloween!!!

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my tits honk if you squeeze them,,, btw

[writingroom21]

Okay how about this purge AU

Where reader is a pouge and is not living in a secure house.

Rafe is the one purging like the other kooks but had a soft spot for shy pouge reader and lets her stay in his house and threatens her to have sex with her or else he kills her (I mean he's lying but she believes him so they have sex)

Purged

Warnings: 18+, DUBCON, smut, darkish Rafe. Please be advised that reader only has sex with Rafe in fear of her life.

Wc: 3.2K

A/N: Sorry this took me forever to get out. I was contemplating on how I wanted to go about this because this is a new realm of writing for me. Then I felt like everything I was writing sucked.

You know when you say you wish your life was like a movie? The first time that idea ever occurred to you was when you were a kid watching Disney movies. You’ve always wished to be able to run away from your home life. Escape into a world where you could be anything and have the perfect life.

Growing up as a pogue you found it hard to see how the other half lived. You and your friends were barely getting by and then there were the super rich kids. It also didn’t help when the kook and pogue rivalry started to gear up. It felt as if no matter where you went people would always remind you that you are nothing and no one would care if you disappeared. 

Even Though it was hard you tried to not let it bother you. Taking all the insults they threw at you as if they were nothing. Cleaning up your yard after they trashed it without making a peep. The kooks from your year always seemed bothered by you never making a fuss. The other pogues always put up a fight and then there was you. The only one who never showed any hatred from them and never showed weakness even when they tried. 

You were like some rock that they couldn't move. Which only ended up making you a target for their games. Every Halloween a bunch of kooks would make their way to the cut just to egg your house. One time they even put up edited photos of you all around school making you the laughing stock. To say the least they were not happy when you just kept walking with your head high not acknowledging what they did.

Your only escape was dreaming how different your life could be. Comparing your situation to the ones on your tv screen which only had half a screen. You’ve pictured your life in most movies or sitcoms. But you never imagined it as a horror movie.

Today was a normal day like every other day. You had gotten up and rode your bike all the way to work. Since you work at the country club you always have to deal with all of the kooks. Especially since you work the front desk so you are the first thing they see every time they walk in. Today was no different with the snide remarks.

“Look its the whore from the cut. I’m surprised they haven’t given you a job upgrade after fucking all of them.” Some random guy you think you’ve ever seen comments. You just type away at the computer ignoring his irritating voice. He walks up to the desk and tries to talk to you again. “Come one why don’t we go to the back and you show me how you got this job.”

You slowly look up at him and see Rafe Cameron behind him. You watch as he taps the guy's shoulder and gets even more confused about this whole situation. “Yo buddy why don’t you fuck off.” The guy turns around and backs up a little when he sees Rafe walking towards him. “Why do you care?” Rafe gets in his face ready to punch him if he opens his mouth one more time.

“Because I fucking do. I don’t need to explain myself to you. Now run along before I beat the shit out of you.” They guy looks back at you and then scurries off without another word. “You okay?”You stare at him in shock. “Yeah I’m good.” He just nods his head, knocking on the front desk in front of your computer. “Good.” Then he was off to go play golf like he does every Saturday. 

You don’t understand what just happened. He was a kook and he was defending you. Now that you think about it you never really saw him be rude to you. He never made fun of you and you can’t recall him laughing at your expense. The rest of your shift was a haze. All you could think about is why would he tell that guy off. It’s not like the two of you were friends.

By the time you left work it was on the back burner. The wind was blowing in your hair as you pedal through the streets. The breeze was a nice comparison to the heat from the day. You were a few streets away from the country club when your phone started ringing.. The noise was obnoxious like those test alerts they sometimes do. You pull over to the side of the road and pull out your phone.

“This is not a test, this is your Emergency Broadcast System. Announcing the new commencement of the purge sanctioned by the U.S. Government. Weapons of class four and lower have been authorized for use during the purge. All other weapons are restricted. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime (including murder) will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Police, fire, and Emergency Medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7:00 a.m. When the purge concludes. Blessed be our new founding fathers and America... A nation reborn. May God be with you all."

You stare at your phone as the voice reads the words that scroll through your screen. Laughing you put your phone away thinking it was some dumb joke and keep riding your bike. After only a few pedals a loud siren scares you, making you fall from your bike. You slowly stand up fixing your bike and looking around. Everything seemed normal so it must have been nothing. 

Then there was a scream.

One that you would hear in a horror movie when they are getting murdered. You look around confused as to where the noise came from until you see someone run out of a building holding their shoulder. Just as you were about to ask if they are okay another person runs out with a knife, stabbing the first person until they are laying in a puddle of their blood. Standing there in horror your eyes meet theirs as they look up.

As quickly as you can you get on your bike pedaling as fast as you can. You see people running out of the store with a bunch of things, other people laying on the ground. This honestly doesn’t even feel real to you. It has to be some nightmare you are about to wake up from. You take one hand off the bar to pinch yourself and sure enough this is all real. 

Suddenly a truck is revving behind you, headlights illuminating you on the street. The wheels make a crunching sound as they speed up along the street. Fuck. You have nowhere to go and they keep getting closer. Panicking you dart to the sidewalk trying to get to the trees for cover when you hear your name. Looking over your shoulder you see Rafe leaning to the passenger window trying to get your attention.

Great he defended you earlier just to kill you now.

“Can you just fucking stop for a minute. You need to get in.” Not stopping you go down a dirt road trying to get away only for him to follow. He passes you and stops so you can’t get any further. He gets out of the car and walks towards you. “Please, I just want to get home. You don’t have to do this.” You try to plead with him. Sure you could ride off right now but he would just catch up eventually.

Rafe gives you a look and shakes his head. “I’m not going to kill you or something. The kook from earlier, you know the asshole.” You nod your head at him recalling the guy. “He made a post once the announcement came on. Told everyone to go to your house so they can all kill you. I’m just trying to save you.”

It's hard to believe that he wants to help you. “Why would you help me?” He crosses his arms and takes a step back towards the driver side door. “I maybe an asshole but I’m not a killer. Plus you never once did anything to deserve this.” You were still skeptical until he showed you the post. After another second of thinking you agreed and he’s loading up your bike in the trunk. If he was going to kill you he would have done it by now. Both of you are out of sight of any person and plus there are no laws stopping him. Maybe he is just trying to help you.

You get in the passenger seat and look in the back to see a shirt with red stains on it. Rafe catches your eye sight when he gets in and sees how you scoot closer to the door. It’s the polo shirt he was wearing before you didn’t even notice he wasn’t wearing the same thing. You want to leave but he convinces you otherwise. “I got a bloody nose on the course. Stupid Topper was practicing swinging and I didn’t see.”

It makes sense, you’ve seen it happen plenty of times. Rafe is grateful when he sees you relax. He doesn’t want you to know that the blood is actually Thomas’. After he saw the post he found Thomas going to his car. He used the bat he keeps in the back seat to teach him a lesson and ended up killing him. The last thing Rafe needs is for you to be scared of him when all he wants is to protect you.

When he arrives at his house he is quick to get you inside. Stating that the less people that see you both the better. Plus his house has a great security system so no one will be able to get in.

“Where’s your family?” That’s a great question that he honestly couldn’t care about. The only person he’s worried about is his youngest sister but he already messaged her and she’s staying at her friend's house until it is all over. The house is the one next door so he knows she’s safe. “My dad and Rose are on a business trip. Sarah went with them and Wheezie is good. It’s just us here.” Something about the way he says it sounds reassuring yet the undertones tell a different story. Ignoring it you let him lead you around the house mansion, giving you a tour so you are comfortable. The time keeps ticking as the two of you talk. It feels like the world actually isn’t ending and it’s nice to forget about what is happening outside. Rafe had put on a movie after a while of just sitting. It was a dumb action movie so you weren’t really interested. You were looking around his room.

He said the upper floors would be safest since it gave the two of you more time to get to the safe room. Not that the two of you would need it but just in case. Again it made sense so you went along with it. The room was simple, a TV was across his bed and there were little decorations. It honestly didn’t seem like a bedroom and more like where you put the guests. As you look around Rafe is busy looking at you. 

He’s always like how you kept to yourself. Even when the other kooks gave you shit all you did was take it. Never put up a fight and took it with stride. It reminded him of himself. He’s used to taking crap from his dad and he isn’t allowed to say anything. He admires the fact that you share the quality with him.

When you turn your attention back to the tv you see that Rafe is looking at you. You turn to ask him what’s wrong but he takes you by surprise. He kissed you. It took you a few seconds to realize that he was kissing you. His lips are moving against yours but you are completely still. What the hell is happening? This isn’t real.

You pull away, pushing his shoulders when he tries to chase you. “What are you doing?” Wanting to put some space between you two, you move further away on the bed. Which in hindsight might have been bad since you are now up against the wall. “I’m kissing you. What the hell are you doing?” He grabs your arm, yanking you back next to him. He starts to kiss your shoulder as you try to think of what to do.

He’s kissing your neck and all you want is to get out of here. Pushing him off of you again, you get up from the bed. “What is wrong with you?” You give him a look of disbelief. “What’s wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with you?” Rafe gets up from the bed and blocks the door as you try to leave. “Why are you doing this? I thought you wanted to help me. I don’t want this.”

Rafe is starting to get angry now. Why are you fighting this? “What are you even talking about?” He’s messing with your brain right now. There’s no way he can be serious. “Why fight this? We are so alike and we should be together.” Wow he really is serious. You knew he was crazy from what you’ve seen and what others told you but you never believed them.

“Are you fucking crazy? We don’t belong together. I don’t know where you got that idea when this is like the first time we even talked or hung out. Plus the only reason why I’m here is because of the stupid purge thing.” You’re panicking. He’s still blocking your way out and he has this look in his eyes. If you had to pinpoint it the look would be sad maybe desperation. But you knew better, that wasn’t it.

“Fine if that’s how you feel then you can leave.” He’s bluffing, the rejection hurts but he wouldn’t hurt you. You don’t make a move to leave so he goes over to drag you out of the room. He just wants you to leave him alone and just stay in one of the guest rooms. 

You really start to panic now. He’s throwing you out just because you won’t sleep with him. The grip on your arm is tight so you know he’s mad. Just as he goes to open the door you throw your body onto him, lips smashing against his. He’s confused. You were just fighting him because he kissed you and here you are. He pulls away holding you in his hands. “I’m sorry. Don’t put me out when they want to kill me.”

Oh

You think that he’s going to let them kill you. Wait he can actually work with this. “Why shouldn’t I? There’s nothing in it for me by keeping you safe. I should honestly just offer you up to them.” He’s lying to his teeth. Even if he truly wanted to, there's a part of him that doesn’t want to hurt you. Your eyes start to swell with tears. You’re scared, you don’t want to die and you know out there you will. 

“I’m just scared, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight so I was pushing you away.” He knows you are lying, only saying it to save yourself. A sick part of him doesn’t even care, liking that you are willing to sell yourself for safety. One of his hands cup your cheek, pulling you closer to him. “It’s okay baby. You don’t need to be scared, I’ve got you.” There is a need to be scared. He’s willing to sell you out and he thinks there is nothing to be scared about.

He leans in, bumping his nose with yours before kissing you. You timidly kiss him back, letting him set the pace. As the kiss progresses he gets more aggressive. Slowly he starts to pull you back into the room. His hands are wandering your body and it doesn’t feel right. You wish this stupid purge never started or that he had never found you. Maybe it would have been better if you did go home and they found you.

His kisses start to travel down your neck, his hands making their way under your shirt. You allow him to pull it up, leaving you in just a bra. Rafe takes a moment to admire you, playing with your breasts. He takes you closing your eyes as a sign of pleasure, enjoying the feeling. But in reality you just need to get it over with. “You look so beautiful.” You hum not knowing what to really say. Once again he takes it as you enjoying what he’s doing. 

Before you know it you’re laying down on his bed naked with him on top of you. His fingers are rubbing your clit, circling it as he sucks on one of your nipples. You hate that it actually feels a little good. But you remind yourself that you can’t control how your body reacts. His actions stop causing your eyes to open.

You are greeted with his eyes staring down at you. “I knew you felt it too.” He kissed you, distracting you from the fact he lined himself up. Your mouth gaps open when he pushes himself in. It feels like he is splitting you in two. Giving you just a few moments to adjust he starts to thrust. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders, nails digging into him.

“God, you feel so good.” His head drops to your shoulder. “Doesn’t it feel good?” You nod your head as he kisses your neck, trying to stifle the whimpers threatening to escape. His thrusts are steady, ripping you apart from the inside out. You only got a little glimpse of him but you saw that he was big. Not only that he was girthy too.

It wouldn’t be a shock if he was actually ripping you apart. His right hand right hand finds its way between the both of you. His thumb continues its work from earlier and circles your clit. You squirm around as he keeps using your body. 

He grabs your face so you are looking at him. “It feels good right?” He repeats the question, nuzzling his nose with yours. “So good.” At the confirmation he lets out a moan and rests his head in the crook of your neck. 

You don’t know how long you laid there but soon his hips started to lose their rhythm. His grip on you tightens as he finally cums. He keeps holding you so you wrap your arms around him. You soothe him for some odd reason, running your hand up and down his back.

Rafe starts to feel guilty. He does know that you only slept with him to stay alive. It’s starting to eat at him. He lifts himself up to look at you and caresses your face. When your eyes meet his, he breaks.

“I wouldn’t have hurt you.” You just look at him without saying anything. “You may not believe it but I mean it. I won’t hurt you.”

You somewhat believe him. Maybe he wouldn’t have sent you off to your death but he still hurt you. Yet for some reason you give him what he’s seeking. “I know. It’s okay.”

The purge may have taken a part of you but you know that he’ll live with the guilt.

[kaliforniahigh]

Dad!Noah and Wife!Reader taking pics of each other while napping with the babe. Like she sees him napping holding the little one (also napping) in his arms or on his chest. And viceversa. just fluff.

This is soo cute, I'm gonna cry!!!!

Warning: I don't know how Noah used to celebrate birthdays/halloween, the description is just for the sake of the story. This became more of a Halloween fic rather than a birthday fic LOL

WC: 1.1k (not proofread)

This is basically just fluff.

There was a time when you and Noah used to go crazy for Halloween and his birthday. Young and in love, the night felt endless and so did the drinks.

Before Noah met you, he wasn't really big on celebrating the date. But you came into his life and he didn't really understand how had you went for Halloween when he spent it with you the first time.

He remembers you planning your costume months before the date. And after he saw your excitement, he couldn't help but ask you to put something together for him as well. So you started celebrating Halloween every year after that.

You had one condition though. Halloween needed to be celebrated on the 30th, because you insisted that the 31st and his day only.

He protested at first, but then saw that you wouldn't budge on your decision. So that's when he also started to celebrate his birthday.

The boys always congratulated him, obviously, but he never wanted anything too crazy. Maybe order his favorite fruit and have some cake. But that was the extent of it.

Now, you and him go out to eat, you buy him a fancy cake with decorations and writing on top and you sing happy birthdays while the candle is lit.

This year though, your October is looking very different.

First, you both feel dead tired everyday - have been since your daughter was born - and the preparations were a little last minute, since neither you nor Noah remembered your daughter's daycare Halloween party.

It was just your luck that they decided to celebrate it on the 30th, so you could have the 31st to celebrate with family and friends.

So you took care of the food, and Noah ran to the store to pick up a last minute costume. You didn't give him any instructions, which scared you a little bit.

When he came home though, with two bags in hand and you opened them to find a Fred, Wilma and Pebbles Flintstones costume, you were sure you wouldn't be able to pick a better one even if you tried.

So with food in your hands and an almost one year old baby on Noah's arms, you headed to the "party".

It wasn't anything crazy, since it was only a bunch of babies and parents in one room, eating nice food and giving each other - sometimes unsolicited - advice on how to make the baby fall asleep at night and other stuff. There also weren't any drinks, which didn't bother you and Noah in the slightest, since you both stopped drinking since before you found out you were pregnant.

But, taking care of a baby in that environment still took a lot out of you and him. Aurora cried from time to time, mainly from the amount of people in the room, or simply because another baby started crying too. So Noah had to take her on a walk and show her some toys to try and distract her.

The thing that tired you the most was having to interact with other parents. You didn't sleep well last night - like many other nights - and you just wanted to be home, resting with your family.

But you understood the importance of participating in these events. Both for your baby and for you and Noah as new parents.

You tried to stay for as long as you could, but right when it was approaching 8:00 PM, your daughter began to get even more fussy in Noah's arms, and he suggested you head home.

Saying goodbye to everyone, Noah secured Aurora on the car seat, and got in the driver's seat next to you.

"I didn't know these baby parties could drain you so much", you said as you sighed out loud.

"Tell me about it", he gave you a look of disbelief and turned on the car, driving off into the streets. "Evan literally wouldn't stop talking about how well his son sleeps through the night", he huffed in annoyance.

"Ugh, these kinds of people piss me off", you rolled your eyes, resting your head on the window.

"He could tell I was falling asleep at any minute, and he just wanted to feel like the better parent"

Usually, you and Noah didn't care about these comments. You knew you were giving your best to your daughter, while also having to balance a marriage.

But it was times like these, where you felt overwhelmed, that you couldn't lie and say that these comments didn't piss you off.

You two were vey lucky to have each other during this journey and you wouldn't choose doing this with anyone else.

When you got home, you unbuckled Aurora while Noah opened the door. Making your way inside, Noah took the sleepy baby from your arms.

"Let me feed her, you can go take a shower", he said, and kissed you on the forehead.

You thanked him silently, making your way up the stairs to take a warm and steamy shower.

You took longer than usual, just needing a few minutes to clear your head and relax by yourself.

Cleaning the fog from the mirror, you dried yourself, brushed your teeh and picked some comfortable clothes - usually Noah's - to sleep in.

You silently made your way to the nursery to put the baby to sleep and give Noah his turn in the shower. The door was wide open, Noah sitting on the recliner, shirtless, as that was his preferred way of holding Aurora when he was home. You were about to softly call out his name for him to look at you, when you noticed soft breaths coming from his lips.

Getting closer, you noticed that both of them were in a deep slumber, Violet's cheeks smushed on her dad's chest, her little hand making a thight fist.

Noah's large hand was sprawled on her back, holding her close to him, head lulled to the side.

You were frozen in your spot for a few minutes, just watching the two most important people in your life share an indescribable moment together.

You thought about snapping a picture, when you remember you left your phone on your bed when you went to take a shower. Tiptoeing your way out of the room as silently as you could, you went to the bedroom to grab your phone.

When you came back, you wanted to chuckle at how knocked out they both were. You noticed that Aurora slept with her little mouth slightly open, just like her dad.

After snapping a few pictures from different angles, you decided to print it tomorrow to add to your endless collection of you daughter sleeping with either you or Noah.

You watched for a few more minutes, realizing that eventually, you would have to wake him up.

But for now, you went to the kitchen to snack on something before bed, deciding to let them be for a while longer.

[wasawattpadkid]

Housewife

Part - 17

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: Poly! ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: ⚠️smut 18+⚠️murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating, blowjobs, handjob, fingering (fem! receiving) , pet names

A/N: if you saw this chapter when Tumblr decided to mess around and upload it early no you didn't 😌

Part 1

Billy and Stu would never admit you were right. No arguments, no fights, the dinner was good, and the sex was even better. Separating for a bit did nothing but improve the relationship that so quickly developed. It had been almost two weeks now. Stu came over regularly especially when your dad came home for a couple of days. He spent more time with your father than he did with you honestly. Surprisingly the boys didn't argue about who spent more time with who. They didn't want to mess up the good thing they had going.

Woodsboro High had thankfully calmed down. Of course, your sleeping habits were still being talked about. Some people even connected the dots on who you were prior to your move back. Billy did a good job of scaring people quiet.

As of now, the school knew you were off limits that didn't stop them from whispering though. For once in your life you didn't care. Chase and Linda did sit at the water fountain with you and the boys. It aggravated Billy that he didn't hate the two. Chase looked like a member of some shitty boy band but that's about all the kid had wrong with him.

Stu was happy having friends again. Linda and Stu did not get along. Something about him being too "ostentatious." Lucky for the boy he had no idea what the word meant. Chase enjoyed spending time with you and the guys. He thought Stu was hilarious but he couldn't get comfortable around Billy.

"Are you guys going to be at the party?" Chase asked again. He'd been bothering the three of you all week. "Isn't it a little early to be having a Halloween party?" You asked blocking your eyes from the sun. Stu was on board the moment he heard the word party. You and Billy however were hesitant to go out in such a scene. "I thought it'd be better to have it the last weekend of October." Billy's hand rested on your knee which you promptly removed.

He did stupid things like this anytime Chase was around. For someone who hated PDA, he sure was all over you when another guy was around. "We'll think about it," Billy spoke wanting the couple to leave. "Cool, I'll see you guys there. Y/n you've got my address?" You nodded earning a stern look from your boyfriends. Chase and Linda walked back over to their spot leaving the three of you by the fountain. "Before you say anything he gave me his address on a piece of paper yesterday for the party." You held up your hand keeping Billy quiet.

"We should go. I mean it's a costume party nobody has to know it's us." Stu's smile became somewhat sinister. The boy leaned down next to Billy whispering in his ear. "We could bring back our costumes..." You jumped when Billy pushed his friend back almost landing him in the water. "Are you fucking insane?" Billy asked with utter confusion. "What are you two bitching about now?" You asked before taking a bite of your lunch. "Go ahead tell her your genius plan." Billy held out his arm encouraging his partner. Stu leaned down whispering something similar to you.

"Are you trying to get us caught?" You snapped quietly making Billy smile. "At least someone here has some common sense." Stu huffed thinking you two were overreacting. "Everyone's going to be dressed up as Ghostface. I don't see why I can't have fun." Even if everyone was dressed up as the infamous killer that didn't mean it was a good idea for you to do the same. "That's exactly why we shouldn't go. Aren't we supposed to be traumatized?" Billy asked slightly mocking your overly cautious behavior. "Oh please," You scoffed making the boy laugh. "Stu if you really want to go I'll go with you but no Ghostface costume."

"The case was closed I don't get why you still have your panties up in a bunch. Both of you." Stu looked between you and Billy as his lover flipped him off with a fake smile. You wanted to be as carefree as they were but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. All three of you were criminals. Case closed or not. You couldn't be too careful in a situation like this. "Says the asshole who has literally worn panties." Your face scrunched as you looked over at Stu. "I was curious! There's nothing wrong with a little self-expression man." You opened your mouth to speak but words simply didn't come out.

"As much as this conversation is really turning me on we need to talk about this party." Stu smiled at your sarcasm. "Can I wear a mask?" He asked happily. "With a face like that you need to." Billy muttered making you elbow his side. "Bitch." He mumbled rubbing the now sore spot with a laugh. Stu smiled at his lovers. It really was a miracle things worked out. Billy was slowly becoming the boy he fell in love with in the first place. You seemed to get more comfortable as well. It took awhile but you adapted to the dynamic between the two men. Insults and name calling was a just a cover up for the love the three of you shared.

"Great because I already have a Myers costume I've been dying to wear." Billy looked up with intrigue. Neither of you knew about the outfit. "You bought a Michael Myers costume and didn't show me? Even after you made me watch all the movies?" The offense in your voice was comical to Stu. "It was supposed to be a surprise. What are you going to wear?" Stu gestured over to you with his head. "Well since we like keeping secrets you'll just have to wait. It's a surprise." You flicked the tip of his nose as your finished your sentence.

"What are you wearing?" You turned towards Billy. "Who said I was going?" He spoke already aware that if you and Stu went he was sure to follow. You liked to think you were the smartest person out of the three but if you and Stu were involved nothing good was bound to happen. "I did so what are you wearing?" Billy didn't have a costume. He debated on even wearing one to the party. "You could dress up as Glen from Nightmare On Elm Street." Stu bounced his eyebrows up and down suggestively. "If you think I'm wearing a crop top you're mistaken." Your face lit up at the idea. "Woah woah, what would it take for you to wear that? Asking for a friend." You laughed making Billy smile.

"It would take a lot more than you could give me." Billy tapped your cheek shaking his head. He thought about his closet at home trying to run through the possible costumes. "Do you have face paint?"

He asked seriously making both you and Stu chuckle. "You won't wear a crop top but you'll do yourself up like RuPaul. Got it." You pursed your lips not wanting to encourage Stu. "I said face paint dipshit, not makeup." Slowly you turned towards Stu giving him a look. Before you could figure out anything else the bell rang meaning all three of you were about to be late for class.

With quick goodbyes and see you laters everyone went their separate way. The day was slow mostly because you were counting down the minutes until 7th period. It was nice having a class with Billy. If you didn't want to be bothered he'd leave you alone. If you wanted to ignore the teacher and waste time he was also the guy to go to. You couldn't begin to imagine how a class with Stu would go.

"You'll have an exam Monday. You need to study this weekend or you won't pass." The teacher spoke as she wiped down the chalkboard. Some kids groaned while others just packed up their things. "What time is the party?" Billy asked picking up his notebook and binder. You couldn't remember if Chase said eight or nine. "Eight I think don't quote me on it."

Billy followed you to your locker watching as you put away your things. "I'll meet you and Stu by your car." With a nod from you, he carried his things across the hall.

They gave you space by moving back to their respective houses. School was a different story. By now it didn't matter the whole school knew you three were inseparable. If Billy and Stu weren't together then one of them was with you. It was rare someone saw one of you walking alone. It made you feel safe in a way.

Stu was already leaning on your car waiting for his two favorite people to show up. "Have I told you how beautiful you look today?" He asked popping a piece of candy into his mouth. "You have. Almost four times now." Stu could be repetitive but everyone knew you ate up the attention. "Well, I'll make it five. You look beautiful Mrs. Crocker. When we get married will you take my last name or will I get Crocker?" Your eyes grew wide at the silly question. "What-"

"I'm going to stop by my house and pick up some clothes do either of you need anything while I'm out?" Billy asked ending the conversation between you and Stu. "I'm good." You spoke throwing your purse into your car. "I don't think so. You taking me to my place so I can grab my costume?" Stu asked the boy who constantly drove him around. "You're paying for gas." Stu balled up his fist in celebration. "I guess while you two are gone I'll get my stuff together."

"Are we meeting up at our house afterwards?" The way Stu called your house "ours" never failed to make you smile. "Yeah, we'll have to if I'm doing his makeup." Billy shot you a look. "Sorry sorry, face paint." You made air quotations around the words just to tease him. "We shouldn't be too long." Billy motioned for Stu to start walking toward his car. "Okay drive safe!" You shouted towards both boys. Stu turned around sticking his tongue out at you. A smile played at your lips as you had flashbacks of nights previous.

You drove home listening to a Jackson 5 tape that was obviously well-loved. The watch on your wrist read 3:30 as you stepped out of the car. You had plenty of time to dig up the old outfit crammed in the back of your closet.

Part of you did want to go out and have fun but something told you not to go. You wouldn't have even thought about going if it wasn't for Billy and Stu. In some stupid way, you wanted to show off the boys. You told your boyfriends one thing but secretly you loved when people's eyes were on you. Good or bad you were occupying their minds and with two men by your side you felt safe. Those insignificant assholes couldn't hurt you anymore. Male validation was something you should probably see someone about with how bad it was. It didn't quite make sense to you. Why would you crave something from the people who hurt you the most? You didn't need to be loved by everyone but you couldn't be hated by anyone.

The Halloween costume was never worn. You bought it last year but with your lack of friends, you had nowhere to wear it. At least now you could feel like it was money well spent. Once you laid out every piece of the set you tried it all on. The knee-high fishnets were scandalous but paired with the maid ensemble it was downright sinful. You turned around making sure the dress covered everything it needed to. The fabric fell to the middle of your thighs. However, your chest was more exposed than usual.

It was a startling change but that's what Halloween was for. It was the one night of the year you could be someone completely different. It was five o'clock before the boys pulled into the driveway.

"What's up, Dewey?" Stu called out seeing the deputy sit on his porch. The boy didn't like the way the officer stared at him as if he'd done something wrong. He knew he did but that was for him and his accomplices to know. Not the town deputy. Dewey squinted at the two men. He had seen them both come and go never staying too long to his knowledge. He felt like a creep staring but he was concerned for you. Something was off about those kids. Especially since Stu showed up with a blood-splattered Halloween mask. "Stu come on." Billy scolded pushing the boy towards the door. "Have a good night Deputy." Billy waved with a smile that Dewey could only describe as disturbing.

"You trying to get our asses busted?" Billy spoke knocking on the front door. "Well, he's got a staring problem." Stu shrugged. "Maybe because you're covered in blood?" Billy looked him up and down with a stern expression. "At least it's fake this time." He mumbled before you opened the door. Stu had the plan to yell and scare you but once he saw what you were wearing plans changed. "Sorry it took me a second to get down here I was working on my makeup." Both boys looked at you like they'd never seen you before. "Fuck..." Stu spoke in a low tone but it became even lower due to the mask over his face.

The blood-stained mask and coveralls were doing something to you that you couldn't quite describe. He slowly titled his head as his eyes continued to scan every inch of your body. The gesture made heat flood your skin. "What are you supposed to be?" Billy asked his demeanor was softer than you thought it'd be. "I'm Magenta from Rocky Horror!" You chirped spinning around for the men. Your dress rode up just a little when you spun letting them see the bottom of your black lace underwear. Billy couldn't be trusted alone with you right now dressed the way you were. He sure as hell hated the idea of you being around a bunch of other people.

You took a moment to look at Billy's outfit. His tight black shirt was torn with several bullet-shaped holes in the fabric. What really surprised you though were the black leather pants that left almost nothing to the imagination. His abdomen was wrapped with what looked like duct tape. If Stu's outfit hadn't already turned you on then Billy's certainly did.

"Um... What- who are you dressed as? " The words tumbled from your lips making Stu smile. He enjoyed the effect they had on you. Billy was too occupied with his thoughts to hear what you said or how you said it. "He's The Crow. We brought the tape over so you could see how to do his face." Billy handed you the VHS tape never taking his eyes off you. "Oh.." The makeup was bound to make him ten times hotter. "You can't do it?" He asked as he walked into the house with Stu in tow. "No, I can do it. Yeah no not a problem." You cursed yourself for sounding the way you did. Stu was getting a kick out of seeing you so excited. He pulled off his mask sitting it on your couch.

Both men sat their combat boots near the door as you grabbed both of them a drink. You desperately needed anything cold. "Thanks, baby." Stu said but his words were deep. You swallowed what little spit coated your mouth nervously. "Yep." You responded quickly. He raised up smacking your ass with a smile. "Watch it." You scolded playfully. You handed Billy his drink but he sat it on the counter. "You look so... different."

Billy focused on your makeup. Your face was a shade lighter than usual. The red and black eyeshadow that circled your eyes made you almost look dead. Your stained red lips were the focal point of the look. The drastic difference in your normal appearance was erotic but it made him appreciate your joyful everyday attire even more. This wasn't you, he could tell by the way you carried yourself. The gaze the two men held on you made you feel like the sexiest woman on earth but Billy knew once that initial high wore off the revealing clothes would make you self-conscious.

"Do you like it?" You asked the boys holding out your arms. "I love it, Y/n." Stu used your name in a way you hadn't heard before, not from him. He wanted to make a funny comment about how you look better naked but he didn't want to cheapen the moment. "Where'd you get this?" Billy picked at the dress curiously.

"I bought it last year for Halloween but I didn't get the chance to wear it." You kept the pathetic details to yourself. A small smile played on Billy's lips. "So we're the first ones to see you in this?" His eyes looked up to meet yours. "The only ones."

The fact stirred something inside both men. You cleared your throat scared of the sexual tension that fogged up the room. "If we're going to that party I need to do your face." You avoided the word "make-up" the best you could. "Can you do my face too honey?" Stu pouted. You laughed at the action. "What do you want me to do?" The innocent question made him almost chuckle. Before he could say "sit on it" you held up your hand realizing your mistake. "Nevermind don't answer that. Make yourself at home while I work on him." You grabbed Billy's hand pulling him upstairs. He sent Stu a look getting an eye roll in return.

You set the VHS tape on your bathroom sink next to the large bag of makeup. Most of which you rarely ever used. "This isn't going to stain is it?" Billy picked up the tube of white you used on yourself just a while ago. "If it does we're both screwed." You laughed but Billy looked genuinely scared.

"No, it doesn't stain." He didn't seem completely convinced. "You don't have to wear face paint. You look great already." You ran your hand along his arm appreciating the outfit for a second time. He couldn't worry about the makeup if he was too worried about the way your fingers danced across his skin. Distracting a man was easy. "I look great?" He asked the compliment went straight to his head. You leaned up pressing a kiss against his lips. Thankfully you wore transfer-proof lipstick. "You look wonderful." You spoke before setting out the black and white makeup. A smile appeared on his face at your words.

You grabbed some hair clips pinning back the hair that fell over his face. "Now you look adorable." You laughed as he scrunched his nose at his reflection. "Don't say I don't care about you. I wouldn't let anyone else do this to me." Now that you believed. "Ooh, I feel special." You joked squirting out some of the white foundation on the back of your hand. "You are." He said looking into your eyes. You gulped shaking your head.

"Smooth Casanova." You smacked his shoulder before taking a brush to the foundation. "Now stay still I don't want to mess up." He had no intention of following your instructions. "Okay."

You started to smear the cream on his cheek slowly spreading it around. The sensation was odd to Billy. He didn't hate it but it wasn't something he'd willingly do again. His eyes traced your features. The way your tongue stuck out in concentration was more than adorable. Every time you moved a shadow would cover his face making it hard to see. "Hold on." You struggled to position him in a way where you could see. "Here," Billy spoke before lifting you to sit on the sink. There was no way it couldn't support your weight but still, you had a habit of overthinking.

"What if this breaks under me? Are you going to fix it?" His hands gripped your bare thighs keeping you still. "It won't now keep going." He said as he closed his eyes. You fought the urge to chew on your lip. Billy stood between your legs basking in the white light coming from above your mirror. It was an intimate act one that did nothing but make you want to stay home. You continued to paint his face making sure the white stopped at the bottom of his jaw like the picture on the back of the tape. At some point, Billy started to like the feeling. Not of the makeup necessarily but more of the feeling of you touching his face. Your movements were precise and careful he didn't have to open his eyes to know that.

You had seen what he was capable of. How horrible of a person he could be. Yet you were careful not to hurt him. Even with a brush that had passed your skin a million times, you traced his face like it might pierce the cream-covered flesh. You found it cute how he started to subconsciously lean into your touch. It made your job harder but you wouldn't tell him to do any different.

Billy's thumbs started to rub against your fishnets absentmindedly. The simple act didn't bother him any but it made a world of difference to you. No longer could you focus on the task at hand. Once the white covered his face you grabbed a makeup palette that held the darkest black you owned. Billy opened his eyes slightly taken aback by the mime look he had going on. "Jesus-" He said making you laugh. "Don't look yet I'm not done!" He closed his eyes trying to hide his smile. As you caked the black makeup on his eyes he raised his eyebrows almost ruining your progress. "Stop." You poked his side making him laugh. You had found out just a few days ago that he was ticklish. He gave you no choice but to use it against him.

Carefully you ran the brush down his cheek dragging the eyeshadow in a straight line. After that was done you did the same thing upwards. You blew the fallout off his face making his nose twitch.

"I asked you earlier if you needed me to pick up anything while I was out. You could've said you needed breath mints." He almost crumbled when your hand poked harshly at his side. His laughter could be heard all the way downstairs. "Apologize." You commanded smiling at his pained laughs. The only time you considered yourself a sadist is when it came to fucking with Billy. Stu and you shared that hobby. "Kiss my ass." He heaved only making you poke harder. Billy twisted with joyful agony. "I'm sorry!" He breathed making you remove your hand. "Good boy." You patted his head obviously teasing him. It was a joke but your words twisted his stomach more than your assault did.

"Now straighten up so I can finish I'm almost done." His eyes didn't bother looking up at his reflection. He was too busy looking at you wondering why you'd say that to him. He also wondered why the fuck he liked it so much. Makeup and now some strange form of submission, God his dad would kill him if he saw him now. His mother would probably disown him if she hadn't already. "Open your mouth."

You expected a snarky comment but it never came. His lips parted letting you do whatever you had in mind. You picked up your eyeliner lining his lips with the jet-black color. Afterward, you applied chapstick on his lips making sure to get plenty on before grabbing the black eyeshadow once more. With your ring finger, you dabbed the color onto his shiny lips. Once his lips were covered you blended it all together careful not to let it bleed.

"Don't move." You leaned over grabbing a piece of toilet paper. Gingerly you patted the paper against his lips picking up the extra product. The last thing you needed to do was draw a line coming from the corners of his mouth. You looked at each line making sure they were straight. "We're done- oh wait." You pulled the clips from his hair letting it hang defiantly in front of his face. "Look!" You cheered happily proud of your work. Billy finally looked up surprised by the person he saw in the mirror. He looked like a total badass but he felt like the complete opposite.

Stu made his way up the stairs getting lonely and curious once he heard Billy laugh. Swiftly he opened the bathroom door making both you and Billy look up at the man. The intrusion made you think you'd been caught doing something wrong. "God damn..." Stu spoke looking at his boyfriend. The makeup was perfect.

Seeing the two of you there, Billy positioned between your thighs was something he wanted tattooed on him. "How does he look?" You asked knowing exactly what Stu was thinking. Both of you shared a special friendship outside of your relationship. You talk to each other about Billy like he was a crush you both had. He loved to gossip and you loved to talk. It was perfect really.

"Does that stuff stain?" Stu asked stepping into the bathroom walking towards Billy. "Nope." You reassured not knowing if it did or not. "Thank fuck." He said before grabbing the boy forcing his lips on his. One of Billy's hands stayed on your thigh as the other grasped Stu's waist.

Something had to have gotten into him. It was probably the fumes from your makeup. He'd never let Stu just grab him like that. Even on the days when they were both insatiable, he put Stu in his place. You watched as Stu yanked on his lover's hair. Billy's frame stopped you from squeezing your legs together. Something you desperately needed to do. Billy softly moaned into Stu's mouth letting his tongue roam around the makeup-covered boy. You could see the black smearing across Stu's lips. There went your hard work but you couldn't care less. Billy's hand ran down Stu's coveralls quickly finding his growing bulge.

As Billy rubbed against Stu his other hand crept up your thigh rubbing softly against your clothed cunt. For a moment you forgot how to breathe. Stu let go of Billy's hair moving his hands to quickly unfasten the buttons that littered his chest. If he would've known how hard this outfit was to take off he wouldn't have worn it.

He still had his costume from when he and Billy dressed up as Bill and Ted for Halloween. That would've been an easier alternative. Finally, there was enough room for Billy to slip his hand beneath the fabric of his briefs. "You look so hot right now." Stu rasped against his lover's lips. Praise was something Stu loved to give you had learned that very quickly. Although the few times he tried it with Billy the man quickly shut it down.

This time however Billy didn't stop him. If his hand wasn't wrapped around his cock right now Stu would've paid more attention to the change in behavior. Billy pulled his hand away to spit in his palm. His lips quickly returned to Stu's as his hand stroked his partner's cock making sure to cover his shaft with his spit.

You watched their every move trying to focus but Billy's hand between your thighs made it incredibly difficult. His fingers pulled your panties to the side before sliding up and down your folds. He smiled into his kiss at how wet you already were.

Without hesitation, his two fingers pushed into you curling upwards as they moved. "Oh!" You called gripping the man's wrist. Billy's hand sped up as he pumped Stu's cock. Every little moan that left Stu's mouth made Billy throb against his tight leather pants. "That's so good right there." Stu continued to encourage Billy wondering how far he could go until he was forced to his knees. Billy just moaned getting off on his lover's words. "Babe!" Your back lurched as his fingertips prodded a certain spot within you. He poked and massaged that spongy spot feeling you spasm around his fingers.

Billy's thumb began to rub what he thought were circles over your clit. The erratic shapes made your abdomen tighten. Stu started to thrust into Billy's hand forcing his movements to be more aggressive. Stu tugged on Billy's bottom lip earning something similar to a whimper for the usually dominant male.

You were going to warn Billy that you couldn't do this much longer but before you could form the words your whole body convulsed. "That was too easy," Billy said turning his head towards you watching you grip the counter. Your orgasm hit so hard you had to wonder where you were for a moment. It had never been so easy and definitely never that quick.

"Excuse me." You said politely before sliding off the sink counter. Both men watched as you sunk to your knees in front of them. Billy's cock was visible through his leather pants down to the veins. You licked a stipe against the fabric getting a shaky moan in return. Billy continued to pump Stu's cock while you pulled him from his confines. With no prep work, you wrapped your lips around his tip. Billy's head fell back as your tongue circled the warm flesh. A bead of precum sat along his slit before you smeared the liquid with your tongue. Stu watched you greedily take Billy's cock with a little jealousy.

It was like you could read his mind. Your free hand replaced Billy's on Stu's cock. Stu inched closer letting you easily lick both of them. While your mouth covered one your hand would pump the other. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see them holding hands. You tried not to smile given the fact your lips were locked around Stu.

The pigment on the inside of your lips slowly stained the base of each of their cocks. Apparently, transfer-proof lipstick wasn't made to stay on during such an act. The tips of their cocks rubbed against each other as your tongue traced patterns over both of them. Stu tried to hold off but it all quickly became too much for him. Cum slowly spilled from him filling your mouth as some fell to the floor. Billy watched you hold your mouth open for Stu and the sight made his vision blur. With a strained moan he came shooting even more cum into your mouth. At that point, you had no choice but you stand up spitting the mouthful into the sink.

You felt a little bad thinking every woman was supposed to swallow. Neither of them cared. If anything seeing the aftermath running down your chin could easily get them going for a second round. Stu heaved trying to compose himself. Billy kept his eyes closed scared if he opened them he'd fall over. "Was that okay?" You asked looking at your boyfriends. Stu honestly wanted to shake you for asking such a dumb question. "The day I say no I want you to take me out back and shoot me you understand? And take that asshole too because I'm not letting him have you to himself." Stu's breath was labored but it didn't make his statement any less comedic.

"Fuck you." Billy huffed at Stu with a dopey smile on his face. Stu was the first to properly fix his clothes. You were busy trying to clean up your face dreading fixing Billy's.

Stu sat on the lip of the bathtub as you fixed Billy's face. You had to completely wash everything off from his nose down. The whole time Billy had a sated smile on his face. You thought Stu could wash off his face but no, he would rather have you do it. "Me next!" He jumped up like he was chosen for the price is right. Billy admired himself in the mirror. He was aware of the fact he was attractive he quite often used it to his advantage. Having his face covered and looking completely different than usual made him feel better. It was a refreshing change. The look wasn't scary considering you and Stu found it attractive. It was a shame he could only do this once a year.

"There, now I've got to fix my own makeup." You gently pushed Stu out of the way. "Can I do it?" He asked making Billy shake his head with a quiet laugh.

"What, my makeup?" Stu nodded his head up and down eagerly. You looked at your reflection seeing that the only thing that was messed up was your lipstick. "Sure just be careful." Stu grabbed the tube of lipstick you handed to him studying the red color. Stu cupped your face as you parted your lips. He slowly dragged the pigment over your lips making sure to stay between the lines. Stu pulled back looking at his work. "Hand me a piece of toilet paper so I can blot." His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I have to get the excess off so it doesn't move around and it dries faster." Stu made a noise understanding what you meant. He handed you the paper watching curiously as you pressed your lips against the paper.

"Alright, what time is it?" You asked checking yourself in the mirror one more time. Billy stepped into your bedroom reading the clock out loud. "It's 7:23." The party started at eight so you had plenty of time. "Oh, I need someone to help wrap my arms," Billy said as he went downstairs for his roll of duct tape. "Wrap his arms?"

You turned to Stu. "It's part of the costume. You'll have to watch the movie, he's seen it a million times. I think it's whiny." Stu shrugged before leaving the bathroom. You followed the men downstairs deciding to leave your purse at home.

"You have your wallet right?" Billy nodded. "Never leave without it." He pulled the square from his back pocket. "Okay well, I'm leaving my purse so someone else is driving." Stu turned around quickly. "Not my car." He frowned. "You suck." He spat playfully. "We know that," Billy mumbled earning a laugh from Stu as he pointed towards you. "I'll remember that next time. Let's see whose knees are sore after I stop putting out." Billy looked over at Stu while you mocked the boy's flamboyant behavior. "You know I can't even argue with that. I can say however that my head game is better."

Billy handed you the roll of tape staying out of this conversation. He pointed to where the tape needed to go. As you wrapped his forearm you responded to Stu. "Why is that?" You asked. Billy knew better than to complain or critique anything he was getting for free.

"Cause I'm a man duh. I mean I have a dick so I know my way around one." He threw himself down on the couch next to his mask. "You can't even brush your teeth without gagging." You added running a piece of tape around his thumb. Billy nodded agreeing with that fact. "He's not used to brushing his teeth that's all." You laughed at Billy's joke. "Eat my ass! I brush my teeth almost once a day." Billy pointed at the man with his thumb as you wrapped his other arm. "Almost?" The concern in your voice mixed with fear.

"I get busy." He tried to defend himself but it didn't help. "At least I wash my hair. Billy's got pomade from last week sitting in his hair." Once again he threw his friend under the bus. "You're not supposed to wash your hair every day it make it dry. There's a reason I don't have dandruff." At this point, you wanted to block out their conversation.

"Both of you are mildly disgusting but I prefer greasy hair to bad breath." You finished wrapping Billy's other arm after you spoke. "Hey! I use mouthwash." You almost rubbed your face before you remembered your makeup. With a sigh, you walked to the front door. "Let's just go before I break up with both of you nasty asses."

Part 18

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[trick-or-fucking-treat]

The Knife in You Brings Out the Life in Me - Danny Johnson x Reader

Masterlist

Prologue ~

Summary:

Y/n was never close with her cousin Billy and hadn’t seen him in years, but when he shows up at her roadside home, running from the law and with a Stu on his arm, she figures it’s best to let him stay. He wouldn’t.. gut her? Right? Best not take any chances! The real kicker, however, is when their inspiration - the real and original Ghostface - shows up. She has less faith he’ll let her live if she isn’t careful.

"How could this happen? Am I dreaming again? Her body's not moving I'm assuming she's dead"

- The Greatest Story Ever Told, Ice Nine Kills

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"Fuck, Billy! What'd we do now?" Stu stressed, knife in hand, gesturing wildly.

"Well... our face is on every news station, too many people around here know who we are." Like Stu, Billy still wore his shitty dollar store Ghostface costume, albeit their masks were tossed off to the side. Both were covered in blood, Billy slightly more so, and Billy was trying to keep his cool while Stu made every effort to panic.

"Ok, so.. we need to lie low?"

"Exactly. I have a rich cousin who doesn't live far from here, but still pretty out of the way. She's a recluse, we won't be bothered there... assuming she'll take us in."

After pulling off their first couple murders scot free, Billy and Stu decided they couldn't let the thrill go. Of course it was going to bite them in the ass eventually, but how were they supposed to know karma is a cold hearted bitch? Welp! They sure do now...

Their latest victim managed to get away, and while she didn't see their faces, she was damn sure she knew the killers. The two slash happy teens had taken a hit at another one of their classmates who they weren't too fond of, and they got cocky. Gave a hint hint, wink wink, at who they were behind the masks to scare the poor victim into thinking she was going to get her guts spilled by the guys who sit across the classroom to her in chemistry. It's all part of the thrill!

Except this time the bitch got away and ran to the police.

Stu was quiet for a moment before another thought occurred to him. "What about... you know who..? How will he find us if we drop off the map?"

"For all we know Danny's watching us right now! He's probably laughing about us fucking up.. he'll find us or he won't, that's up to him. Right now we need to get out of dodge."

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Danny Johnson. The original Ghostface. Billy and Stu thought they were funny copycatting such a famous psycho. He was their role model of sorts.

Things changed when good ol' Jed Olsen started being pally with Billy and Stu, though. He was older. Sort of came out of nowhere. Knew things he shouldn't have known.

At first the pair were worried he knew what they were up to and just needed confirmation before going to the police, but Jed seemed to find it more funny than anything. He had this energy about him that made them cautious.

One night they were getting ready to start stalking another future victim (Miss run-away-and-blab-to-the-police funnily enough) when they got a phone call.

"Do you like scary movies?" The familiar staticky voice had spoken. "Who am I kidding? Of course you do! Why else would you both be starring in one? The question is... are you really the predators? Or are you actually... the prey?" The line had gone dead a moment later.

But when they shared a slightly concerned glance and decided to continue to leave for their midnight hobby, they opened the door to see a matching - though much more pristine mask  - staring back at them.

The Ghostface at the door didn't wear a cheap, scraggly, dollar store Halloween costume like Billy and Stu. He wore thick, black, sturdy material with straps and combat boots. Ohhh fuuuuuck... this guy is serious.

Danny gave them a good scare and let them fear for their lives for a while. Danny's a better killer than them. More experienced. More ruthless, and far more premeditated. But despite planning on killing them at first (they stole his entire thing, they couldn't get away with it, Danny had been planning this for a while) in the moment, he saw potential in them. Also they were a good laugh.

From then on, Danny took them under his wing and turned up when he felt like it to guide them in stalking and nurture their talent for murder.

Danny wasn't typically the kind of guy to help out other killers, especially ones who steal his likeness, but these guys had the same raw psychopathy that Danny sees in himself. And also, what the hell, he gets bored, they buy him free meals, they treat him like a god, what's not love!

And so Billy and Stu met their hero and dedicated their time to someday be as great as him. (Danny knew they'd never live up to him, he can always kill 'em when they get boring).

But now they've fucked up. Their victim got away. Danny's laughing and hiding in a bush somewhere vowing to never let them live it down. And Billy and Stu are hitching a ride to Billy's cousins place, hoping y/n will look past the blood and murder and let them crash for a little while.

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A/N: ok this is the prologue for my new fic! Now I know I've written fuck all in a long time, and I apologise to anyone who's been waiting on updates to my other fics if you've read any, but I've got to go where the inspiration takes me!

I hope you enjoyed this little intro and please leave a comment if you have any ideas!

Have a great day/night,

~ trick-or-fucking-treat

[neonscandal]

OK, OK. I'm doing this one more time because they deserve it and, can they really be one of my favorite ships if I haven't done this for them??? Here's the softness AshEiji deserved.

Gives nose/forehead kisses - Both. Eiji usually does so to be sweet, Ash usually does so to be mean. Probably makes fun of how short Eiji is while he's at it.

Gets jealous the most - Ash is overprotective but I don't think he's jealous and Eiji is not one to cage birds.

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive - I don't think Ash let's himself get too drunk, he's got something dear to protect but Eiji is still going to pick him up because he wants to see him home. Eiji is insufferable when he drinks and Ash, subsequently, only trusts himself to receive Drunk Eiji.

Takes care of on sick days - Eiji and Ash is neeeeedy without realizing it. You think waking him up on a normal morning is tough, try when he's running a fever and stubborn about not wanting to take any meds. But Eiji does so patiently, without complaint, and treats Ash preciously.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day - Both. If someone had it in their mind to be reserved on a rare day out they would be sorely mistaken but, also, very quickly swept up in the others' energy. They were always carefree with one another.

Gives unprompted massages - Eiji. He's very touchy but also doesn't fully grasp the miracle of being the only person Ash allows to get so close. Like, he knows. He Gets It, but at the same time, he doesn't know how grateful Ash is for the gentle way he's always held or touched by Eiji.

Drives/rides shotgun - Eiji drives, Ash rides shotgun. Doesn't matter that they drive on the left side of the road in Japan. Skip used to drive Ash around so Eiji couldn't possibly be any worse.

Brings the other lunch at work - Eiji and, after a spat, he'll pettily make it a point to include something that'll make Ash cringe like natto. He knows, regardless, Ash will eat it and Ash, honestly, isn't that bothered by it.

Has the better parental relationship - ... Eiji but that's literally only because the bar with Ash's parents is in hell.

Tries to start role-playing in bed -

Embarrassingly drunk dancer - Eiji, the little lightweight never really got the hang of drinking since he was a fairly disciplined athlete before he got injured and now he's just a silly goofy lil guy with his hands in the air after a few drinks.

Still cries watching Titanic - If anyone? Eiji and Ash would not have any sympathy for it.

Firmly believes in couples costumes - Eiji and he will delight in decorating the house in an aggressive amount of jack-o-lanterns leading up to Halloween complete and jump scaring Ash from different rooms everyday which is cruel and unusual but also a little fun. He's a menace.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas - Ash by a long shot.

Makes the other eat breakfast - Eiji begrudgingly but only because getting Ash out of bed is excruciating. Otherwise, he'd be happy to introduce Ash to more recipes from home.

Remembers anniversaries - Ash has spent a life remembering every grievance against him, viscerally. A soft life with Eiji hasn't changed that but slowly, the fond memories have started to overshadow the things he wished to forget. He treasures every anniversary and the time spent in the safety of Eiji's company. Eiji, of course, also remembers the anniversaries and he's an incredibly cheesy gift giver but it doesn't matter. Ash just bursts out laughing and teases him while he remains confused about what the problem is.

Brings up having kids - Neither. Life's been hard enough and things are finally getting better for them both.

[starliight-whump]

Careful what you wish for

Happy Halloween! I started writing this last year, then promptly forgot about it until this year, but being really busy I only got to finishing it today. So here's a fun little piece with vampire!James going to a halloween party where he meets Henry, who seems to be into the whole vampire thing. Henry belongs to @mirasmirages

contains: Halloween party, flirting, kissing, a vampire character, blood drinking.

The loud blaring of music and overlapping voices from people talking and singing was quite overwhelming. It probably would've been loud for human ears but for him it was definitely a lot. At least it was much easier to be around this many people these days, and it did help that he'd fed earlier in the day.

Despite the party atmosphere being a lot on his senses, James was glad he'd come. Halloween was the one night he could go out in public without hiding what he was. Here, no one would think his pale skin, red eyes and fangs was anything but a part of his costume. It was liberating, really. And to really lean into the vampire look, James had settled for an old fashioned look with black pants and a frilly white shirt, which he’d last worn many years ago. Turned out that keeping some of his old clothes from way back when did serve a purpose, even if it was just for a costume. He'd splattered some fake blood on the shirt, not too bothered with potentially ruining it, and had smeared some on the corner of his mouth, as if he'd just been drinking some poor person's blood. 

James lounged by the bar and sipped his drink, some red halloween themed cocktail. He was glad that alcohol did still affect him to some degree. Not that he was a huge drinker, but it was a relief that he wouldn't have to spend the rest of eternity completely sober all the time.

"Hey there, hot stuff. You're a little pale. Do you need some blood? You look hungry."

James' attention settled on the person who had spoken. A blonde guy dressed in a cropped sparkly fishnet top and black booty shorts. Some red sparkly blood drop jewelry, including piercings completed the look. James let out a light chuckle. "Mm, I do. Though it looks like I'm not the first vampire you've run into tonight," James pointed out, eyeing the fake bloody bite mark on his neck, and the hickeys. It did feel a bit strange to say that, to talk about being a vampire as if it was some lightheaded joke and not the cold hard truth.

"Yeah, what can I say, I have a type." The blonde guy grinned and stepped closer. "I'm Henry, and who might you be?"

James let his eyes wander over Henry's body. He was admittedly very attractive and the outfit didn't leave much to the imagination. Not that he complained. "I'm James," he raised his eyes to meet Henry's. "Nice outfit," he grinned.

Henry placed a hand on his chest and James could feel the warmth of his skin. "You like what you see?" He asked with a flirty smile.

“Oh, I do. You look very… tasty.” It almost felt silly to say, but James was having fun leaning into the vampire thing, and he smiled.

“I am, let me show you.” Henry grabbed his hand and pulled James away from the bar, towards the dance floor.

James followed willingly, and as Henry pulled him along, James now got a good look on his behind and couldn't help chuckling at the "Bite me" in red and white letters on Henry's butt. "Nice shorts," he grinned, and when Henry turned to look at him, he seemed pleased too.

"Thanks," Henry smirked.

~~

They started out by dancing, bodies pressed closed together, and that quickly turned into kissing. Henry was a really good kisser and James was more interested in that than dancing, but the dance floor was quite crowded and people kept bumping into them. A quiet, annoyed growl escaped James' lips and he broke the kiss momentarily to navigate them off the dance floor. Finally they had more space, and James ended up pushing Henry against the wall as they kissed. 

James’ moved on to kissing Henry's neck and judging by how Henry moaned he really enjoyed it. James did too, but not just because of the kissing… Henry's heart suddenly seemed so loud, even over the blaring music, and James could practically smell the blood through Henry's skin. It was so alluring, and it would be so easy to bite… No, James stopped and stood very still as his fangs and cold breath brushed over Henry's neck. That would be a bad idea, but it was oh so tempting. 

“Am I making you thirsty?” Henry smirked, a flirty tone to his voice.

He had no idea just how right he was.

“Well feel free, I don't mind some biting.” Henry continued with a wink.

They were mostly out of the way from other people, and Henry was willing. Worst case scenario, James could make him forget later. It was too perfect, too tempting. James couldn't resist. He sank his fangs into Henry's neck, pressing his lips against his skin and blood flowed into his mouth. It was intoxicatingly good and made his head spin pleasantly.

Underneath his grip, he felt Henry tense in surprise for a moment and let out a gasp, before relaxing again, and he moaned. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

Hot? That wasn't the reaction James had expected. Henry wasn't the first person to react like that, but it wasn't the way most people reacted. James wasn't complaining, it was actually pretty hot to drink from someone who was into it, in the middle of a makeout session. He allowed himself to drink a few more mouthfuls, enjoy it thoroughly; Henry tasted just as good as he smelled. Then he pulled back, licking the blood off his lips as he gazed into Henry's eyes. He was so damn attractive. James leant in and kissed Henry again. Coming to this Halloween party had been such a good decision.

[muskmelon-enjoyer-199x]

it's officially november 2024. I can't believe ive been on HRT for 10 years. I want to feel accomplished, but I don't.

Im just kind of sad about things. I had to do so much stupid shit that I never wanted to do and jump through so many hoops and wait for so long and hurt myself a whole lot and pretend to be someone else at appointments just to get these meds, and I still have to do it all the time. It just blows. Sometimes, they don't even bother giving me the correct dosages. They laugh and cut the dose, or they just don't send the refill into the pharmacy for a week. "An error." One time, I called the insurance company refill hotline in desperation. The guy that answered the first time was in Alabama and he just said my meds were too dangerous to refill and hung up. The second guy was in Minnesota, and he said similar but tried to justify himself. Apparently, there was a serious risk of cervical cancer. I told him i didn't have a cervix to get cancer in because I have a penis and that I felt ill without my meds, but he told me we still couldn't rule out the risk. Whatever. I will spend my whole day's wages on price-gauged meds online. I don't care. I will order more if I have to. I will take them without blood tests if you don't put in my lab orders. I will lie to you and stop taking my meds the night before my test if I know you are just going to say my estrogen levels are "dangerously high" every time I go in. I'll shut my mouth if you're just going to tell me I know nothing about this treatment I've been doing with and without medical supervision every day for 10 years. I don't care. Why do I have to do this shit?

I lost all my before-times friends because I was a total asshole and didnt care about anything, and then the rest left for other reasons. They either didn't like my lifestyle or just drifted away because I had to move 100 miles away to even get a realistic chance to transition. Everybody but my wife leaves. I love her so much. Even other trans people leave. They get caught up in their own problems and ghost me, or i get caught up in mine and ghost them. Some of them aren't alive anymore or probably aren't alive anymore. Nobody cares how you felt about them or how much you trusted them, though. To them, they're just names on a screen. They never understand how it feels, for some reason. It's weird having to socialize online out of necessity and then having the value of those relationships diminished by people who reject you categorically. I feel like those relationships were often realer, anyways. She couldnt make eye contact with you, but she was in our chat talking about wanting to die and boys she wished gave her the time of day. Yeah, i mostly called her a fake name. We all have a bunch of them. I still liked her a lot better than you, and she knew way more about me than my parents.

Whatever. I'm tired. Goodnight and happy Halloween and November

It's been 10 years and now I have woman sadness instead of twink sadness. Maybe I can schedule a surgery consult by the end of the year

Whatever

[braveclementine]

Chapter 10

Warnings: None (anyone can read this story)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. I do not condone any copying of this.

"𝓑𝓛𝓘𝓩𝓩𝓐𝓡𝓓." Tony's voice chastised me and I opened one eye as I heard soft footsteps approaching where I was laying.

I had decided to find Tony, but the lab had been completely empty. So I had hopped up on the counters, laying myself on the warmest surface that I could find.

Tony had many warm surfaces in this place, which was very convenient for me.

Tony was wearing a strange red, metal suit, but his head was sticking out of it. "I gotta use this computer Blizzard. It's an emergency."

I wondered what an emergency was. I also wondered what he was wearing.

It looked good on him.

His metal hands almost felt as good as Bucky's as he lifted me up, setting me aside. The big, thick, metal fingers started to tap along quickly on the keyboard.

I watched in interest as many things appeared on the screens above.

"Okay. . ." Tony muttered, hitting another couple keys. There was a white bar that quickly filled green several times before I settled back down on the counter, tucking my paws under my chin.

"Alright, we have a meeting with the pirate tomorrow." Tony muttered. "Lucky thing the party is tonight. Then I'll be hung over for the meeting and won't have to listen to anything he says. It can't be that important."

I had no idea what he saying. I knew what a pirate was though. Billy had dressed up as a pirate for Halloween. I liked Halloween. They gave me Swedish Fish.

They were exotic fish from Sweden.

I think.

They were sugary.

Tony turned to me in the spin-y chair. "I think you need a cute outfit for tonight. What do you think Blizz?"

An outfit? Like clothing?

"I want to look like a Princess." I mewed.

"Hmm, I should make an animal translator." Tony said thoughtfully. "I'm thinking pink though. Maybe a little tutu. And we'll definitely get you a tiny tiara."

"I think sometimes you can understand me and you're just pretending not to." I mewed, licking my tail casually.

"Let's go shopping Blizz." Tony said.

I got to my paws and hopped up onto his shoulder. He was now wearing a black shirt with those letters A-C-D-C on it. I wondered where the metal suit had gone and why he had been wearing it. Maybe it was what they called a 'mission.' I wondered if they were dangerous.

Tony left the lab, pressing a button so that the lights went out, before he moved through the hallways and up into the metal box that I now knew was called an elevator. He pressed one of the glowy buttons, quickly moving backwards so that I couldn't light up the rest.

"So I'm guessing Terminator and Capsicle are flaunting around with triple spy?" Tony asked up to me.

"Probably." I mewed, pretending like I didn't care. I wasn't sure why I cared, but I did. It bothered me even more than when I thought Bucky was cheating on Steve. Maybe because this was a clear, honest choice. Despite knowing it wasn't any of my business, I was still worried about their future soulmate and how they might take their relationship.

Tony walked out of the tower and into the dimming sunlight. I believed that it was probably around four thirty-six in the afternoon.

Tony walked over to where a nice black car was waiting, Tony opening up the back door and sliding in. He placed me down in a strange contraption, strapping me in.

"So you don't jump out." He explained, before putting a strap over his own body. "Happy, we're going to the party store."

"Of course you are sir." But the man in the drivers seat smiled in the rearview mirror.

"No lip Happy." Tony said, but he was smiling too. I could tell that they were close in their relationship, despite their almost unfriendly tones.

I tried my best to wiggle out of the straps, but they were very tight and secure. I glared at Tony.

"Don't glare at me sweetheart." He said. "I'm protecting you. You can come out of it when we get there. I don't want you jumping out any windows."

So that's what this was about. I'd dug my own hole to sit in.

It wasn't very comfortable.

Eventually, we pulled up to a very large store with brightly coloured words that spelled: Party City.

"I'll be back out soon." Tony said. "I'm only getting something for Blizzard."

"Yes Sir." Happy said.

Seriously, what was with these names?

The Avengers must be a group of badly named people.

The store was nice and warm compared to the cold February weather outside. Tony kept me in the thick front pocket of his jacket. I kept my paws on the edge, keeping my head above. Lots of kids pointed at me, tugging on parents hands.

Tony himself seemed rather famous as people turned around, and I caught snatches of people talking about him.

Tony just sighed, continuing through the store until he reached one of the more secluded, back corners of the store. It was quieter here, only an older woman with an ugly ass poodle in her arms, looking at different food related costumes to stuff it into.

I batted a cute princess outfit as Tony passed it and he paused in his walking, looking down at me. "You want that Blizz? You would look really cute in this."

I reached out for it with my paws, almost falling out of his coat pocket- I would have landed on my paws naturally. Tony quickly put a hand on me so that I stayed in his coat pocket, before picking the outfit up.

We went up to the front counter where he paid for it- and took a picture with the male cashier for some reason- before we left back out to the car.

"God that was exhausting." He mumbled, walking swiftly up to the car where Happy was blasting some sort of music inside.

Tony slid into the back seat. "Alright Happy. McDonalds next. Lets get some cheeseburgers."

"Right away sir." Happy said, pulling out. I squished my ears flat against my head at the loud music. Not that it was unpleasant music when Tony played it low, but it hurt my ears when it was to loud.

We pulled through a restaurant that smelled like heavily greased food. There was a big yellow M in the sky, but it was all curves and no corners so I wasn't entirely sure it really was an M.

Tony gave me a couple of what he called French fries, which were very salty and delicious and I wanted more, but I couldn't have more because the stupid robot lady said to much was bad for me.

It seemed that everything that tasted extremely good was bad for me.

That was stupid.

I think she just had a personal vendetta against me.

I would get more French fries if it was the last thing I did.

Well, maybe that sourdough bread too.

And chocolate.

❆❆❆

𝓣𝓞𝓝𝓨 went back down to the lab before the party. I guess he had more work he wanted to do or something, and I tagged along. I didn't really have anything better to do, except perhaps explore the ground level.

But Tony didn't want me to go outside on the ground level without someone and he was busy right now. I didn't really know where Steve or Bucky was so all of my fun options were out. I'd have to explore the grounds later.

In the lab, Tony was looking through a large hole in the wall with a door in front of it. There was a metal bar inside of it, and he was shifting through several clothes.

"I keep my best suits down here so I can get ready in seconds." Tony said to me as he pulled out a black and slightly gray striped suit, pulling out a gold and blue striped tie to go with it.

After he got dressed, looking very dashing and almost. . . well how I assumed a father might look, maybe taking his daughter to a dance. . . he put on some weird, but good, smelling gel in his hair, making it stick up.

He slipped on fancy shoes that I rubbed my chin against but didn't dare put my claws to use on. Then he picked me up, putting me on the table and grabbed the party package. He opened it up, pulling out the very small pink outfit.

"Okay Blizz, you're going to have to be patient with me. Try not to struggle to much, alright?" Tony asked. He picked up my back legs, carefully wiggling the dress onto me. I tried to hold still to the best of my ability, almost feeling giddy that I was going to look so pretty.

He put my back paws down slowly, pulling me up carefully so I was standing on my back legs to pull the rest up over my front two paws. It was slightly tight, but I was able to move well with my paws and nothing got in the way.

"Okay, I don't really know if this will stay on well, but we can still try it out." He said, picking up a very tiny silver tiara between his thumb and pointer finger.

I stayed still as he arranged the crown around my ears.

Tony grinned, pulling out a black box, "Stay still Blizz, I want to take a picture."

I held still until he moved the picture taker away, putting it back in his pocket.

Tony hummed as he sat behind the desk, tapping away at the computer. I stood by his elbow, placing my front paws on his arm, trying to see what he was doing.

"Just sending the pictures out to the other Avengers." He said. "Even though they'll get to see you at the party."

"Why are we having a party again, I forget?" I asked.

"Anyways, we probably shouldn't be to late. You're important to Billy and Tommy after all and since this party is about them, you should be there early. Sparky is going to be there too, I think. They should keep him on a leash, but you'll be free range." Tony said, carefully picking me up so that I could rest my front paws on his shoulders. His hands supported my bottom legs.

"Didn't you throw this party?" I asked. "Why don't you want to go?"

"I throw to many parties." Tony muttered. "I used to like them, you know? But now I've got Pepper and I really don't want to party to much anymore. I'm trying to stave off alcohol. You'll help me out, right Blizz?"

I mewed in agreement as he stepped into the elevator.

Whatever alcohol was.

"Seventeenth floor F.R.I.D.A.Y." Tony said.

"Yes Mr. Stark."

The elevator went up and Tony seemed to stand up just a little straighter, like he was putting on a show for others.

The elevator doors opened and I too tried to look more professional or whatever.

I didn't want to embarrass him.

I only wanted to help him.

"Here we go." Tony murmured.

⬅️➡️

[aoyama-division]

The sun has already set low and now the darkness has started to loom over the Aoyama city by the time Luis finishes his late stroll in the evening. While walking back to his home, suddenly, he finds an unfamiliar face pop out from the place he called his home —That visitor is a young man with pink fluffy hair dressed in the linen working attire which he recognizes to often see in those Japanese restaurants.

But before the Hispanic chef has to do anything, the pink-haired visitor is the one who greets him first.

“Oh, good evening! You are Luis-san, aren’t you? My name is ‘Asahi’ from ‘Harumatsuya’ in Nara! This is probably the first time I met you in person, I often heard of you from my grandparents.” 

The young man speaks in a cheerful manner. Somehow it literally make him think that this young man’s atmosphere feels very bright even if the surroundings have become dusky due to the absence of daylight. 

“Granny and gramp seem to know Uehashi oba-san from the cuisine expo some time ago, hence they told me to go greet her by myself today…Well, granny can’t come because she has to look after our shop and my gramp obviously can’t leave home. Both of them told me to deliver their blessings to you though!” 

He laughs a little as he picks something out of his bag.

“As you may know… I’m not here today only on my grandparents’ request, I also come here as the representative of my team —the Nara Division, too.”

Inside the tiny box he holds out to the chef are the wagashi in a cute pumpkin shape to celebrate a certain day of October.

“So, this is some little gift from me. Happy birthday to you and Happy early Halloween! I’ve already left the gift from my shop to Uehashi oba-san when I arrived, it’s the set of wagashi specially made to enjoy the taste of October’s fall. My leader YuuYu has helped me in making them as well.”

“...And here is some souvenir from Saigo-san. It’s the Kashikata cake mold carved by an artisan he knows. He told me that he has lots of contacts of great craftsmen if you wanna order the more intricate or customized designs for whatever occasion.”

After handing his and his team’s presents to the chef, Asahi waves his hand as the farewell.

“Sayonara~~~ Hope you and your grandma have the great new year ahead! Let’s meet again another time, Luis-san. Now I’ve to hurry home before my grandma closes the shop all by herself!

Luis hadn't actually planned on leaving his house, but Karada apparently had some "emergency" and needed his help, ASAP. Tomi, of course, wasn't going to be bothered, so that just left Luis. After trudging the way to his friend's house and solving whatever problem he had, (his oven door wouldn't open, which ruined the cookies he was planning to make) the chef returned back home to find a strange, yet familiar-looking pink-haired young man on the porch of his house, making him frown slightly.

After hearing his name and the name of his shop, it was then that Luis's expression changed. He had recalled his grandmother once buying some sweets from a shop in Nara. To be honest, after trying them once, he had wanted to stop by and pick up some, himself, but never managed to find the time. Between working at his restaurant, taking care of his grandmother, and making sure his teammates didn't do anything to piss off the rest of Japan, he didn't have much free time on his hands. So having the guy who personally made the sweets come down and deliver them himself was a welcome sight.

"Thank you, Asahi-san," Luis stated. "I've been wanting to stop by, but couldn't find a chance. Give my regards to your teammates, as well. And if you find the time to come here again, be sure to stop by my restaurant. My cooks and I will serve you all something nice."

Bidding the confectionary cook farewell, the chef headed into his house and into his kitchen where the gifts were. Popping one of the treats into his mouth, he hummed as it enjoyed the flavor. He nodded, reminding to return the favor on Asahi's birthday.

[ask-shizuruikasa-official]

How'd this relationship form, exactly?

who confessed feelings?

upon learning about Rui's fanaticism for my longtime friend, ✨I✨ found time for us three to go somewhere and hang out! That's how we all three got to know each other as a trio! - 🌟

Yes, Tsukasa would consistently find times where the three of us were free so he could facilitate our budding friendship! I was happy to meet a fan of mine, but further than that?...Rui made me feel understood. I didn't quite know why at first, but I felt like I'd known him for much longer than I really had. I'd later learn why, of course, that we've both had similar experiences. It really is wondrous how that happens~ I'm not sure that's when I began to develop feelings, per se, but I was eager to strengthen our bond in a way I hadn't felt before. -💧

I had lots of feelings for Shizuku, but I was simply so preoccupied with achieving stardom I hadn't bothered to think about it! I remember crushing on her as a child, but I thought it would go away! It didn't... And, well- after our Halloween show with Rui, I'd begun to feel for it as well! His creativity and determination to put on amazing shows had me positively captivated, but I only realized that after I had to coax him back into his element after our mishap. I didn't want to say anything to them, though...I didn't quite think I was worthy of someone like him, or of someone like Shizuku, for that matter. Which is why I didn't say anything, as well as for fear of ruining our work relationship. - 🌟

Tsukasa knew me before I ever joined an idol group, and so I knew she knew me for who I was. He...means a lot to me, and reminds me of simpler times. I don't want to say happier- I'm not unhappy with my career or current situation at all. But she has a way of soothing me and reminding me to stop and take a moment to rest, in a world that moves so very fast. I can only hope I have the same effect on him. -💧

I was the first to say anything, and I believe it came with how hard I fell for Shizuku upon meeting her in person and having an actual friendship with her. It scared me, just a little! I was worried I'd ruin another friendship...but, I digress~ Upon learning about her experiences in cheerful*days, I was hopeful that I'd found someone who understood how it felt to be so... isolated. How it felt to not want anything to do with your "gifts" or "talents" if it meant you couldn't be human as well. I wanted them in my corner so badly, I couldn't even explain it to you. And Tsukasa's always made me feel included, needed, wanted. I think star's antics rubbed off on me, it would explain how eccentric I was to have Shizuku around, now I think of it~ -🎈

Shizuku has always cared for me- for us both- and...I don't know, they make me feel like I have someone to go to. She's seen me at my literal worst acting stages and still been proud of me! You have no idea how that can feel, of course I caught feelings! She's also there to talk me down when I get agitated, and I'm grateful for that. Being a star can put you under a lot of stress! -🌟

Sorting out my feelings for Shizuku was one thing, but realizing they were romantic made me realize I also felt that way about Tsukasa too... He's taught me a lot about friendship, and I don't think I'd be where I am today if not for him. He's helped me build a lot of character, I believe, and...in a way, helped me overcome many hang-ups. Truly, he's changed the trajectory of my life. Anyhow...I think I've gotten across how much these two mean to me, so as you can imagine, being so head-over-heels for both of them stressed me out. My inner turmoil, it seems, was not so inner, and, well, I had to provide an answer when they asked me why I had been acting so strange lately...! i was under pressure, you see! Still, though, it ended up so well I wish I had gone and done it sooner. - 🎈

[vampireninjabunnies-blog]

7 for the OTP ask <3

Sorry this took so long. That word count was stressing me out lol. Never bothered to keep track before.😊

So here it is. Esther gives John a present.

Snippet under the cut

The warm light of the golden afternoon shined through the window of Esther's bedroom bouncing off her hair as she moved. John watched her, smiling contentedly as she buzzed about searching for something. His Yale sweater hung loosely off her shoulder, the hem coming down past her hips. 

He thought she looked very cute with her pigtails and little white socks, his breath hitching slightly whenever she leaned over and he caught a glimpse of her flowered panties. 

"Yes!" She exclaimed pulling a large wrapped box out from under her dresser. Hopping toward him, grinning broadly. 

"I found it. Your birthday present."

He raised a brow at her, his lips turning thin as he frowned. He usually tried to ignore his birthday. Being born on Halloween had hardly been something to celebrate in the Duncan's household. He had purposely made sure to stay in his own apartment for his birthday. Avoiding her.

"I told you I don't celebrate my birthday. Besides it was yesterday. We missed it."

She smiled up at him cocking her head to the side. It made her look a bit like a bird. 

"No we didn't. Your birthday is today not yesterday silly."

"What?" He just stared at her, confused. "I know when my birthday is Esther. The thirty-first was yesterday. You missed it."

Esther shook her head holding the present out to him.

"I know the thirty-first was yesterday but that's not your birthday. Your birthday is today. November first."

He took the present from her, his head cocked to the side.

"No it's not…you can't…just…"

She grinned up at him.

"Sure I can. You hate your birthday. So it's not your birthday anymore. Today is. From now on. So Happy Birthday Hummingbird."

He laughed, he couldn't help it. He started to open the present as Esther turned to her closet to find something to wear.  Listening to her as she regaled him with the details of how she got the gift.

"I was at the fabric store with mama and I saw this there and just thought of you. I knew I could make something out of it."

He hummed a little as he put the box on the bed and lifted the lid, an eyebrow raising.

"Took forever to make, and Micheal got me the leather. Meemaw found the buttons. Daddy helped me with the lining, so it's removable and he helped me waterproof the whole thing"

Esther's voice was cheery and bright. He lifted the coat from the box. Dark, with leather on the shoulders. Buckles at the collar and sleeves. With the most ridiculous airplane print all over it and buttons with scales on them. His first thought was that it was tacky and kinda ugly. The stitching was wonky, and some of the buttons were uneven. And he loved it.

 He was still staring at, a crooked grin on his face when she turned to him finally dressed.

"Do you like it?"

John turned his head to her, she bit her lip and started stammering, her small hands making almost apologetic gestures.

"I know it's probably not as nice as your other clothes and…"

He put the coat down and strode over to her, pulling her close and kissed her, cutting her off mid sentence. Smiling down at her when he broke the kiss. His voice soft, almost like he might cry just a little.

"I love it. No one's ever made me a present before. I'll wear it all the time."

Esther's face lit up like the Fourth of July. Smiling from ear to ear.

"Really. Sarah said it was campy and a little tacky. I was worried you'd hate it."

John just smiles, a smile that reaches his eyes. Broad and real. A smile that has graced his face a lot since he'd met her. The coat was campy, and tacky. But then again so was he sometimes. And he didn't care. It was the most wonderful gift he'd ever received. And she was the most wonderful person he'd ever met. Why she loved him he'd never know.

"It's perfect and I don't deserve it. Just like you."

"Happy birthday hummingbird."

He laughed, surrendering to her change of his birthday and kissed her again. It really was the best birthday of his whole life.

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #108

(also taken january 30th; uploading surveys taken while gone)

How many people have you kissed in a car? I know at least two, but maybe three.

Do you and your best friend have an inside joke? Kinda, yeah. Probably multiple, really.

What was the last thing you ate? For dinner I had this microwavable shrimp with linguini thing. The shrimp was way too fishy, but the noodles were fine.

When was the last time you had a genuine smile? Earlier today, as Mom and I were getting ready to ride out somewhere and Cookie got EXTREMELY excited. She absolutely adores carrides, and if she even THINKS we're going somewhere, she gets hype as hell and jumps in her carrier, then out to run to Mom, then back... It's absolutely adorable.

Who was the last person in your bed besides you? Girt.

Do you miss anyone currently? I actually really miss Girt, but I'm not seeing him 'til this weekend.

What are you listening to right now? I'm watching/listening to WoolieVS play Elden Ring. Been working through it for like, well over a month now, but it's a super long game and it's not always what I have on in the background.

How often do you watch the news? Literally never. The only times I ever have were the times I've been in the psych hospital, because it was allowed to roll in the morning for I think an hour. I promise you there wasn't a damn better thing to do, so usually I'd watch it just to be doing something.

What is the worst lie you’ve ever told? I don't know and would rather not try to think of what it could be.

Do you have a fan in your room? Yeah.

Have you ever egged a house? No, because I'm at least a half-decent fucking human being. My childhood house was egged once, though, around Halloween. To this day I have no idea why the hell anyone did it, we didn't bother a damn soul.

What about TP’d a house? Also no, that's despicable, and I WOULD say childish, but even the young kids I know wouldn't do that bullshit.

Do you like pranking people? I really don't.

Have you ever hatched an egg? In I think kindergarten, yes. We raised a chick in an incubator.

Would you consider yourself more of a cat or dog person? Cat, but I like dogs too.

How tall was the tallest person you’ve dated? Girt is, and he's exactly 6', I think.

Do you have a debit card? I don't own a debit or credit card.

How long have you known the last person to leave you a comment? She's been my acquaintance since high school. I always wanted to get to know her better so kinda recently I sent her a friend request and she's actually been talking to me quite a bit and just being REALLY nice and I honestly hope it grows into a real friendship.

Do you have any big plans this weekend? It's my birthday weekend so yeah. <3 Saturday my family + Girt's immediate family are going out to The Cheesecake Factory to eat, and then Girt's staying the night to be there Sunday/my actual birthday. That day we're gonna get some donuts instead of a cake, I decided I really wanted Krispy Kreme lmao. Tragically Tobey is coming over that day too even though I have no interest in seeing her, but whatever, telling her no would not go well.

What would you do if you found out your ex was pregnant/fathered a child? I couldn't care less if it was Juan or Tyler. Aaron, I'd be happy for him, he'd be an excellent father. I'd be very concerned if Sara was pregnant, regardless of what I feel about her; her body could not handle that, and she knows that too. If I found out Jason had a kid/was having a kid, I can promise you I would either vomit or faint, or both. Both is a very real possibility. I'd absolutely have an emotional breakdown, too, of that I can bet my entire life on. It doesn't matter that I don't want that with him anymore, trauma is trauma.

Who was the last person to smoke a cigarette in front of you? Uhhhh probably Dad?

Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? I'd like to kiss him for the rest of my life, at least that's what I plan.

Who was the last person to hold your hand? Girt.

Would you sing in front of a large crowd? Nope.

Have you ever jumped out of a moving car? Yeesh, no.

What’s a song no one would think you’d like, but you actually love? I mean there's quite a good deal of those, honestly. Trying to pick a REALLY surprising one, uhhhh... OH YEAH that fucking "Shake That" song by Eminem and Nate Dogg, idc I get a kick out of it 😭

Are you talking to anyone? If so, who? Not at this moment.

Have you ever been to Florida? Yeah, that's where my grandmother lived, so we would visit rarely.

Are you broke right now? Technically, yeah. I have $400 personally that was gifted to me that's going towards my tattoo, but my mom, whose house I live in/the person who pays the bills, is back to being broke, I've found out; it's absolutely fucking ludicrous how my mom had to burn her portion of the inheritance ASAP because if she didn't, she would've been forced off disability and then when that money ran out, we'd be entirely fucked.

How did you react when your first pet died? Well, I was a baby when the dog my parents had died, so I obviously didn't understand at all; I don't even remember her. I'm not sure who my first REAL pet was that died... but most likely a cat, and I'm sure I reacted poorly.

Have you ever drawn anime? No, it's not my personal art style.

Do you like bathing/showering? No, because it's a legitimately painful and very exhausting task for me, even with a shower chair.

Have you ever hurt someone for your own entertainment? What the fuck, no.

If you could write a book, what would it be about? It would probably be some spin-off of RP plots/stories I've done. Maybe an AU version of one.

Do you think most people understand you? Absolutely not, not "most."

Do you have any taboo fetishes or preferences? I don't have a fetish, but by "preferences" I feel like you're including kinks here in which case there is something not everyone would be into that I am but I'm not gonna share that.

What is the emotion you seem to feel most strongly? Um... probably sadness. Or self-disgust. Loneliness. Idk.

What are your top three biggest fears? Living alone on the streets, never being truly happy, and Mom dying.

What do you want to be remembered for? As a woman who never gave up and also invited people to be comfortable in themselves, and absolutely as a person who cared very much for others and was always willing to be a shoulder to cry on. I also want people to associate the love of all animals with me.

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep in your adult life? Oh yes. That was a very, very common thing in 2016 especially.

What do you think is the meanest thing you’ve ever said to someone? I'm not going there.

Do you miss any of your exes? There are some traits about Jason I miss that Girt isn't as strong in, but I don't miss Jason as a partner.

How many people have you slept with? I've done sexual things in bed with two people.

What kind of sauce do you eat your chicken nuggets with? Normally ketchup, sometimes honey mustard.

Are you someone’s best friend? Well, Girt calls me his best friend, but I'm his girlfriend so that's kinda to be expected. I'm not anyone else's best friend.

Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? Drive-thru, almost always.

Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? My dad, I think. It's possible I've briefly talked to Mom since though, idk.

Have you ever been to a Chinatown in any of the cities you’ve been to? I've never even seen one in person.

How old was the oldest person you’ve dated? Officially a Facebook creeper, I finally looked up Juan to learn how old he is and right now he's 31. So when we dated for less than 24 hours in high school I woulda been 15/almost 16, and he would've been uhhh around 19 or 20... oh my god ew.

Do you know anyone who has their own podcast? Not that I'm aware of.

Where did your last kiss take place? My bed.

Did you often read for fun when you were a kid? Oh yes, I loved reading. I wish I was still AS into it as I once was.

^ What were some of your favorite books? I really liked Junie B. Jones books, The Magic Treehouse, and the Hank the Cowdog series. As a pre-teen or teen I got into Warriors and read that series for many years.

Do you have any dietary restrictions? No.

Which of your good habits has made the biggest positive difference in your life? My resilience and persistence.

Do you watch YouTube videos a lot? Basically constantly; one is at least always on in the background.

Do you have an embarrassing period story? I don't THINK I do.

Would your life be at risk if someone knew everything about you? No; the secrets I keep are entirely harmless but just things I'm embarrassed by so don't share.

Would you ever name a child after yourself? Absolutely not, I honestly really hate when people DO do that because how far up your own ass can you be.

What is the stupidest thing anyone’s ever said to you? Who the hell even knows.

What’s the most amount of weight you’ve gained from a medication? I absolutely refuse to share this because it's absolutely humiliating. I will die before I take Abilify ever, ever again. It brought my metabolism to basically a full halt, and my shitty doctor continued to blame my weight gain on me. Stopped it when I got a new doctor that IMMEDIATELY knew that was the issue, and guess what, I ended up losing like 70-ish pounds.

Do you have a professional camera? Yeah, it's a Canon EOS Rebel T6.

Do you like rose gold? I LOVE rose gold.

Do you kiss a lot of people? Not at all; I only kiss Girt romantically and then I sometimes will kiss my nieces or nephew on the head.

Who was the last person to hear you cry? Girt and Mom.

How old do you want to be when you have kids? As of right now I don't want kids, but if I for whatever reason do change my mind, I'd be very nervous about getting pregnant past 40. Even late 30s would make me worry. I don't think I could go through finally deciding I'm ready for a child, get pregnant, and then lose the baby because I'm not the best age to be having kids.

How do you like your soda? I have a strong preference for it cold, but it's not mandatory at all. Soda is soda to me, as much as I WISH I was pickier.

Do you know anyone that has a gecko as a pet? Mazzy! (: I also very seriously want a fat-tailed gecko one day.

When was the last time you weighed yourself? Maybe a little over a week ago.

Do you know anyone with exaggeratedly big muscles? I don't think so.

What is your favorite endangered animal? That would probably be the P. metallica/Gooty Sapphire Ornamental/peacock tarantula, known for being a beautiful bright blue. Very popular in the hobby, but trafficking them from the wild is still horribly common and is putting them at risk. Ironic because they're well-bred in domesticity, but people still rip them out of the wild... I doubt this will be applicable to anyone, but just saying, research where you get your spiders from, because poaching is depressingly common. Pick people who emphasize domestic breeding.

Does it make you cringe when people pop their knuckles? HOLY FUCK YES, I CANNOT HANDLE IT. Girt can very loudly pop like every joint in his body and he drives me insane with it. Sometimes he forgets to warn me he needs to so I can close my ears and I cannot stop myself from freaking out.

Do you respect authority? If they deserve that position of authority.

Have you ever milked a cow? No.

[multimilfs]

Zelda Spellman x Fem!Reader: On The Basis of Understanding

Summary: ghostsunderstoodmysoul requested "Hi, darling! I didn't want to bother you so quickly, especially since you just wrote something at my request. But sorry, I couldn't resist seeing that Zelda is also on your masterlist. I was thinking about something where the reader was bitten by a werewolf and every now and then turns into one herself. She can't deal with the fact that something independent of her is taking control of her body, and she can't do much about it. And here comes Zelda, who also suffered a similar trauma when the Caligari spell was placed on her, and she herself had no power over her body. Maybe something in the context of their developing relationship? They both support each other, Zelda teaches the sensitive reader to overcome her fears and helps her control her "powers", and in return she shows Zelda what tenderness, affection and care mean. Thank you in advance and have a lovely day!"

AO3

A/N: Now I hope you all don't think I forgot about the requests in my asks.... I didn't! They're just taking a while to get to, you know, with the burnout and all. This was the first one I ever tried to write again so it was written over the course of a few months, forgive any errors or lack of fluidity on that end.

Happy halloween!!! 🎃

Tag List: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @multifandomfix @escapetodreamworld @angel7376

Warning(s): Brief descriptions of violence

It’s that time again. The time when your skin itches unpleasantly, breaking out into a permanent set of goosebumps and your nail beds ache, the skin splitting like a bad hangnail. You wrap bandages around your fingers in hopes of quelling some of the pain until your transformation. 

The physical changes are only a temporary side effect, one that you welcome. They mean peace for a few days after; no voices, no urges, just blissful quiet and energy eventually floods your body like you’d slept for days. 

Then it ends. You open your eyes to a heavy feeling in your chest. Voices, whispers in the back of your mind prod you without end—eat this, do that, kill them. The little control you have goes to staving off those urges. 

No one notices, praise Lilith, but it's miserable. 

A hand settles on your arm and you turn to meet inquiring eyes. Zelda examines your face like she can understand exactly how you feel. Most of the time, she wasn’t too far off. 

“Have you prepared for this evening?” Zelda’s eyes dart briefly to your wrapped fingers. 

“As much as I normally do.” You answer. 

This prompts an eyeroll. Her hand leaves your arm, coming to rest on her hip as the other holds a lit cigarette. She inhales slowly, breathing it out in a quick puff. Then once more just for flair. 

“Which is to say you’ve done nothing.” She states—no question in her tone, just a knowing glare. 

“It’s a little counterproductive to prepare for something you can’t predict.” 

“Perhaps it would be more predictable if you were.” 

You laugh. A bitter note creeps into your chest, tinging the amusement with something angry. If only it could be that easy. You thrive on routine, but this… beast inside of you does everything to fight against it. Being predictable would go against its very nature. 

“If you say so, Zelda.” 

“You know this could be avoided if you allowed me to be there,” She says, inclining her head and flourishing with a hand as she speaks, “but you choose to doubt my skills.” “There is nothing about doubting your skill involved. I’m choosing not to put you in danger.” You say. The conversation alone is giving you a headache, though it’s one you have often. 

“I’m quite capable of protecting myself.” 

Humming, you let the conversation lapse into silence. It isn’t comfortable now, but soon enough it will be. You greatly admire Zelda’s willingness to help, the problem is that by helping she puts herself in danger. Too many people have been willing to put her at risk and you refuse to do the same. 

This is something you’ll figure out alone. If you hurt someone, especially Zelda, you will never forgive yourself. 

Your shoulders tense, flashes of images running behind your eyes; cruel nightmares brought on by your affliction. Nightmares of the beast taking over, rendered useless as it tears the woman apart. Bile rises in your throat as your stomach turns. 

Her hand settles on your arm once more, eyes apologetic. You give her a small smile. 

“The wards will allow you in, should you need my help.” Zelda murmurs. 

“Thank you.” 

The staccato of heels grows quiet as she walks down the hall and into her office. You let out a breath, closing your eyes and trying to push away the horrid images. Why is this your fate, of all things? Is it too much to ask for control over your own mind? 

Class doors open around you, forcing your movement. Your free period is over. In a few minutes, a class will await you, full of curious young witches and warlocks who are completely oblivious to their professor’s lack of control, lack of being. 

With your mind clouded by worry, the rest of the day passes quickly. It’s like a blur where you feel in control and yet, not present. It isn’t you speaking or moving; you watch from outside yourself as it all happens. You would blame it on the other part of yourself, but it has no involvement. It’s too busy getting ready for the full moon. 

Fear creeps in slowly, leaving you frozen in your living room. That’s all you remember before everything goes black. 

—

Something… hard is pressed against the side of your body. Not hot or cold, but lacking in any sort of temperature, and uncomfortable. You shift and something tugs at your arm. A pin-prick of pressure, pulled and released in an instant. The groan that leaves your mouth is something less than human, forcing you to open your eyes and look down. 

Splayed in front of you are two long legs covered in fur. You shift from laying on your side to laying on your stomach, feeling that familiar prickling as the wooden boards pull at your fur. The only thing allowing you to see in the surrounding darkness is an overhead light and your enhanced vision. You’re on a porch, one you don’t recognize until glancing at the door. 

Zelda Spellman stands in the doorway, leaning against the wood, smoke framing her face. She watches you with only a curious glance. You can’t believe you hadn’t caught the cigarette before, it’s stench overwhelming; unpleasant if not for the way it mingled with Zelda’s perfume. 

“Took you long enough.” She sighs, further framing herself with the smoke, “Come inside.” 

Your body moves before your mind can catch up. As if you’re on autopilot, you stand on aching haunches, moving towards her. It isn’t until your mind becomes present that you stop. That familiar voice, though faint, was ordering you not to obey—not to follow the orders of a witch. 

Before, this voice’s desires would be law, forcing you onto an alternate path. Now it was a suggestion. You continue in spite of its angry cries, following Zelda up the steps and into a room you’ve seen before. You hesitate. 

“I’ve had the sheets changed for you, go on.” Zelda urges.

Unfamiliar warmth fills your chest as you leap onto the bed. She had no idea you’d come, but made the effort anyway. The covers, no matter how old and worn, were reserved for you. You have some small place in the Spellman house. Even if it is temporary, it’s more than you had before. 

You turn, working out lumps that aren’t there. Curling in on your body, your ears twitch. A soft sigh catches them before the door closes and you’re alone. Left with the faint scent of cigarette smoke and Zelda, you settle in for the remaining hours of the night. 

—

“Hilda, don’t disturb her. She’s had a long night.” A voice hisses through your exhaustion. 

“I’m giving her some clothes.” Hilda hisses back. 

The lack of twitching in your ears is reassurance of being human once more. You try not to move too much or breathe too fast, so Hilda won’t worry that she’d woken you. If Zelda got on her case, you’d feel horrible. 

“You’ve done more than enough, now shoo.” Zelda whispers, her voice losing some of its bite. 

“I’m going, I’m going!” 

Hilda’s steps fade, but you can still feel a presence. Zelda. Her warmth seeps into your body despite her place across the room. Eyes pierce your flesh and continue to do so until you open your own. 

“Good morning.” You murmur, meeting her eyes. 

“It’s closer to the afternoon, but yes, good morning.” Zelda says. 

“Why didn’t you wake me?” 

You shoot up, just managing to remember your state of dress before the blanket falls. Some time during the night you burrowed below the covers. Now, they’re the only layer between you and Zelda’s stare. 

The near-slip makaes Zelda’s lips twitch, a smirk beginning to form. You would glare if the energy was available to you. But when you shoot up, your vision begins to spin, and your head feels heavy. 

“I’m not in the habit of giving my guests a schedule. You needed the rest.” 

“Still, I feel… rude for intruding on your home and then missing breakfast.” 

“As if Hilda could think of you as anything other than a delight. She’s saved you more than a fair portion of her food and excitement.” Zelda scoffs, but can’t hide the note of fondness when talking about her sister. 

“Thank her for me, will you? For that and the clothes.” You smile, motioning to the neatly folded shirt and pants at your feet. 

“You can thank her yourself after you get dressed.” 

Zelda makes no effort to move and you glare. Rolling her eyes, she covers them. She sees no point in your efforts to conceal your form, being around for ages makes the stigma around the human anatomy trivial to her, especially since she’s of the same sex. But she respects your desire for privacy. 

“Something was different last night, wasn’t it?” She asks, eyes still covered as you dress. 

Now that you think of it… something had been different. Though you can’t quite place your finger on it. All you know is that you felt better this morning, less tired than after previous transformations. 

“It was, I believe. Though I’m not sure what changed.” You answer honestly, finally coming to button the pants you were offered, “You can look now.” 

Zelda lowers her hand, taking in your appearance and nodding. Then she sits back in her chair. You notice a short glass on the table next to her, no doubt filled with a sophisticated mix of alcohol, despite the early hour. 

“You seemed more like yourself when you arrived. Less… aggressive.” 

“Aggressive?” You ask, a note of panic seeping in. Have you hurt her before? 

“You’ve never done anything physical, though a fair bit of snarling anytime I came near you. You were far more annoying than dangerous.” 

Swirling the liquid in her glass, she takes a slow sip. Her eyes watch over the rim as you relax. Many times the two of you have discussed your fears, especially those related to hurting others. Causing any pain to people around you would blemish your caring spirit. 

“I had more awareness when I arrived. You told me to come inside and I could, I didn’t have to fight with… it to do what I wanted.” You admit. 

“You have to stop referring to your other half as an ‘it.’” Zelda sighs, exhausted with the effort of repeating herself, “Every time you’ve ventured closer to acceptance, you’ve gained more control. You can’t fight for the rest of your life.” “Says who?” You snap. 

It’s pure, unfiltered anger that you direct her way. She hesitates, filling you with guilt, before moving forward without acknowledgement. 

“It isn’t healthy. You know this, you’re just too stubborn to admit it.” 

“Because this thing, this curse? It isn’t me. It will never be me. How can it be, when I can’t even control it?” 

The look in Zelda’s eyes leaves you uneasy. Worse than pity or sadness, it’s an understanding. She knows what it's like to lose control and it terrifies you. You’re keenly reminded of her own experience, your stomach turning unpleasantly. 

“Whether you like it or not, lycanthropy is a permanent affliction. You lose nothing from trying to accept it.” 

“I lose myself!” Tears pull at the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall with each breath. How many times will you have this conversation before she understands? 

Zelda looks into your eyes. Her mouth is open, lips poised to speak, when she pauses. A nerve has clearly been struck. It's only natural, but there will never be a conversation on this topic that didn’t strike a nerve. The open wound in your heart will know no peace. 

“In order to become what it is, it needs you, Y/N. Mind and body. It is fueled by magic, but lives only with your essence. Losing yourself is impossible.” Zelda stands, crossing the room. She stops before you, forcing your eyes to meet her own, “The being you believe is in your head? It has to bend to your will. All you need to do is accept its presence and it will fall in line.” 

You let some of the tears fall, emotion tightening in your chest. A hand wipes away the tears, delicate eyes following the trails of them. Can it really be so simple? 

Months; you’ve fought this feeling for months. So many words have left Zelda’s lips in that time. Reassurances, urges—all to accept the situation as it was. The things she said bounced off of your mind, never taking purchase, until now.

Relief should flood through your veins. The tears in your eyes should be happy, joyous. Instead, grief drags your heart from the joy it craves. You’ve prolonged this pain for months, when it could’ve changed in days, all because of your fear. 

You have no idea if Zelda will understand, but you don’t need to know. Not when she pulls you against her. Tears soak her blouse, she says nothing. Your hands clutch onto any part of her available. 

“I’m… scared.” Wincing against the grit in your voice, you try to pull away. Zelda doesn’t let you. 

“I know,” Zelda says, rubbing a hand over your back, “but one day you won’t be.” 

You hated to admit she’s right, and over time, she is. Instead of shutting the animalistic thoughts and urges out, you redirect them; picking up something to do or eating to keep your jaws busy. The fear is still ever present. As small as it is, it holds you back. 

Zelda takes on exercises to attune you to your own senses and now you stand in a large field, eyes closed as she instructs you. 

“What do you smell?” She calls from across the space. 

“I don’t know. Flowers?” 

The sigh she releases makes you grin. Then comes a click, metal on metal; Zelda’s lighter. You hear the sound dozens of times per day, enough for its absence to worry you. 

“Attune your senses to my cigarette. Expand your breadth, take it in.” 

Hands clench at your sides, you make the effort to open yourself to the surroundings. It's like unplugging your nose after swimming in a pool. For a moment, scents meld together. The mixture is like a stain on your sense of smell. Then they begin to separate, splitting like a cell. 

Petrichor clings to every blade of grass and leaf, enhancing the pungence of the sweet florals. Some are fresh, strong, their blooms new to the world. Others brown at the edges and give off musky nodes. Standing out among the natural scents is the familiar burning of Zelda’s cigarette. The tobacco is new, though the paper is damp. 

All of it is so defined now, clear and original. It was overwhelming before you latched onto Zelda. Now, in your mind’s eye, you can confirm her position based on the tobacco. It struggles to blot out the fresh blossoms on your left. If you hadn’t heard her voice come from that way before, you would locate her now. 

The more you think, the more you know it isn’t her cigarette that gives her away. Plenty of witches at the academy smoke. None of them wear the same scent, bear that same unintentional fragrance of soil like she does. It is her. As if it was written into her very DNA, you know this to be true. 

“Tell me what you know.” Zelda says. 

“They’re new, but you went out to smoke this morning. The paper was already damp before coming out here.” 

“What brand?” 

“Heavens Zelda, seriously? That’s impossible!” 

“Focus. Don’t make excuses.” She hardens her tone, sending a chill down your spine. 

You try to focus, but you can’t get a hint from the tobacco itself. Sometimes the box can give a hint of where it’s been. Nothing. You have little knowledge about cigarettes and can’t pinpoint anything. 

“I don’t know.” Your shoulders sag and you open your eyes. 

The red and white box catches your eye, you grit your teeth. It’d been so simple. Marlboro reds are popular, but that was the reason you didn’t name them. Zelda isn’t someone who ordinarily goes with the popular choice. 

“Do you normally smoke those?” 

“If I want an easy option, yes.” 

“What the hell does that mean?” A laugh escapes you, walking closer to her.

“I roll my own cigarettes, darling, that is what it means.” Zelda says. 

You raise an eyebrow at that. Everyday you learn something new about her, something obscure. She is a woman of refined taste and knowledge. The idea that she rolls her own cigarettes shouldn’t surprise you. 

Though that begs the question; if she rolls them, does she grow her own tobacco? The mortuary does reek of it, but you’d put that down to Zelda’s constant consumption. That would explain the ever present scents of less… legal plants coming from the attic as well. You guess that was just Ambrose’s doing. 

“Alright, Coach, what next?” Crossing the field to stand at her side, you offer her a grin. A small smile pulls fondly at her mouth. 

“I’m afraid I’m cutting it short today. I have far too many papers to grade this evening.” She sighs. 

Zelda pinches the bridge of her nose with two fingers, cigarette nearly burnt through in her other hand. You take it and stub it out on the bottom of your shoe. The entire moment, your eyes never leave her. The tense set of her shoulders, barely shaking hand, and creases on her forehead create a worrying picture. 

“Zelda, when was the last time you slept?” You ask. 

“Last night.” 

Her answer is quick, too quick. When your eyes meet, you can see the exhaustion reflected back in them. You reach out to rub a worry line from her forehead. It’s an unusual desire, but she allows it, despite her surprise. She even leans into it slightly. 

“And how long did you sleep last night?” You prod. 

There is no hiding the sheepish, caught expression on her face. It mingles perfectly with her typical indignation at being managed, “...Three hours.” 

“I thought as much. Come on.” 

You give her no time to adjust before taking her by the hand, pulling her across the green space in the direction of the academy. She stumbles for a brief moment. She attempts to pull her hand from your own, but your gentle grip is firm. An over dramatic sigh comes from behind you. 

“Must you manhandle me? I’m perfectly capable of walking.” Zelda says. 

“Are you?” You throw back without thinking, “Because you’re not capable of basic self care. It makes me wonder.” 

That is another piece of your affliction you are adjusting to; your natural shyness is nowhere to be found, replaced with a quick-wit that often surprises others. Zelda inhales sharply, but says nothing. She’s becoming used to your easy quips. There is nothing for her to argue against, though, as you’re right. 

It isn’t until you’re surrounded by the walls of Zelda’s office that you release her. Then you begin rifling through her desk, making her raise an eyebrow. She crosses her arms as she watches the scene, “What in Lilith’s name are you looking for?” 

“Your answer key.” You throw back distractedly. 

She’s at your side in an instant, unlocking the top left drawer and handing over a stack of papers. You scowl while she smirks. 

“What are you doing with them?” 

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to grade your papers.” You smile. 

Zelda freezes in place. She looks as if she’s never seen you before. You wait, in awe of a truly speechless Zelda Spellman. Finally she speaks again. 

“Why?” She asks breathlessly. 

“You need papers graded and you need a nap. You can’t do both, so I can take care of one for you.” 

Her flinty, suspicious eyes soften into warm pools. Indecision keeps her from speaking. You say nothing, not wanting to interrupt the thoughts running through her mind. Is your offer really so shocking? It feels like a trifle compared to all she’s done for you. 

“I can’t let you do that, Y/N.” Zelda tries, but her voice lacks conviction. 

“You can. Now, lay on the couch, I’ll go grab a blanket from my classroom!” 

You rush from the room before she can mount an argument. Left behind in the office, Zelda sits down heavily on the leather couch. She stares at the doorway in disbelief. A tumultuous swirl of emotions pulses through her chest, a mixture of pain and longing. Somewhere relief worms in. 

When is the last time someone went out of their way for her? Someone who isn’t her family, that was. She can’t recall. The number of friends she has can be counted on a single hand—a single finger, even, as she counts only you. Her heart aches. 

You rush back into the room, a large green blanket piled in your arms. Behind the mountain of fabric, she catches the smile you aim at her. Her heart ceases in its ache, instead overwhelmed with warmth. 

“I had to dig through my chest, but I remembered you liked this one last time,” You comment, missing the shaky smile on her lips, “Now lay down and don’t worry about a thing. I’ve got it all under control.” 

For once, Zelda has nothing to say. She lays her head on the arm of the couch, letting you drape the blanket over her. Her eyes follow you to her desk where you sit. Then they slip closed briefly. 

When they open again, she tries not to move. She’s content to watch you; the way you fiddle with the pen in your hand, eyes darting back and forth over the papers on the desk. You bite your lip in concentration and a fond smile breaks out on her features. 

Over the weeks of work, you’ve become sure of yourself. More than ever before. And in that, you begin to take extra steps for her. Though she’s coming to realize they’ve always been there. Your care isn’t new, just more obvious under her constant attention. Like your affections, she’s also failed to acknowledge her own. 

“Damn.” She hears you mutter, tapping the pen to the wood rapidly. Then you meet her eyes. 

A brief expression of surprise flits over your face, before you smile. Zelda lets her own smile remain. What was it she said to you—that accepting your situation would make you happier, offer more control? Perhaps accepting this feeling in her chest will do the same for her. 

“Has something stumped you?” 

“Maybe,” You say, smile never wavering, “Did you enjoy your rest?” 

“I did. It seems you need some now.” 

“I’m okay, Zelda-” 

“You can’t enforce self care on me and then refuse it yourself. It’s remarkably hypocritical.” Zelda says, raising a challenging eyebrow, “Come here.” 

Knowing you’ve been caught, you stand and cross the room. You plop unceremoniously down next to her. The action draws a chuckle from her lips, husky with sleep. 

Zelda offers a portion of the blanket to you. Rather than trade spots with you, she remains seated, waiting for your decision. It takes no time for you to take the offered warmth. In the silence of the room, you snuggle into her side. She leans back into you. 

It takes only moments before you drift into sleep. She traces a finger over your cheek, sleep pulling at her once more. Before joining you in unconsciousness, Zelda presses a sweet kiss to the crown of your head. You are safe—loved. And so is she. 

[slasherhaven]

Hello and happy halloween. Could I please get a onshot with Mr. Bo Sinclair with a fem s/o who is on the run from a stalker ex whos hurt her in the past? Like is literally speeding down the road, not sure how close he is and stops at Bo's gestation to ask for help? Thank you dearie!

Another ask that was lost in the drafts, sorry about that 😔 But I found it and got the inspiration to do it, hope it's okay!

Warnings: talks of past abusive relationship, abusive partner comes for reader, death of minor character.

Running from an Abusive Ex and Running into Bo Sinclair:

You didn't even know where you were now, you didn't recognise the roads and your map said that the next town was still miles away. Still, you just kept driving. There wasn't a destination you were trying to reach, you just wanted to get as far as possible.

"Fuck" you sighed as you took note of your emptying gas tank, you hoped it would just make it to the next town.

A few more minutes of driving, constantly looking over your shoulder, definitely breaking the speed limit, you noticed an old sign pointing you to a nearby town. One that wasn't on the map. While you found that strange, you didn't really have much of a choice. It wasn't too out of the way and you needed the gas, you hoped you could fill up there and keep going.

The small town was a little hard to find, many roads overgrown, but you managed it and pulled up to the gas station. As you climbed out of your car, looking around the quiet town. It was around midday, you assumed it should be a little...busier than it was, but you didn't have time to dwell on it. There was a truck parked outside of the gas station, old but pretty well taken care of, somebody much have been there.

When the car pulled up outside the gas station, Bo had froze, frowning at the sight. Lester hadn't called him to inform him of new tourists, and the car didn't seem to be broken in anyway. He slipped into the back of the gas station, about to call Vincent before he heard the bell above the door ring. Signalling that whoever was here, was now in the garage.

"Hello?" a voice called, already sounding distressed and they hadn't even done anything yet.

Bo huffed to himself, placing the phone back down, before heading out to the front of the shop.

"Anything I can do for ya?" he asked, southern charm dripping from the drawl in his voice.

"Uh yeah, need some gas" he couldn't but notice how you shifted, glancing over your shoulder.

"Pumps are out of service" he informed you, though he figured you already found that out.

"I-I know, I saw, I just...I'm really in a rush and I was wondering if there is anything you could do to help" you were looking at him with wide eyes, you looked...afraid, but not of him.

"Not much, I'm afraid" Bo shrugged, leaning against the counter, watching the defeat in your expression. "Where ya rushin' too anyway?" he asked, tilting his head at you.

"Oh, uh, nowhere in particular. Just...away" you shrugged, having not been planning on dumping your trauma on some guy in a random gas station.

"Away from what?" the man pried, despite sensing your discomfort. "Must be pretty bad, saw ya speedin' into town and ya look pretty antsy about somethin'" he observed.

"I...I don't want to bother" strangers didn't usually want to know about your problems, nor where they the people you most wanted to tell your problems too.

"Y'got the look of someone runnin' from something" he informed you, not dropping it.

"I..." you sighed, squeezing your eyes shut, collecting your thoughts before opening them again. "Thank you for your help, sorry for wasting your time. I'm just gonna go" you gave him a polite smile, turning back towards the door. Just as you were about to open the door, you looked back at the mechanic over your shoulder. "If...if a blonde guy comes in here looking for someone...can you just pretend I wasn't here?" you asked.

"...sure" Bo nodded, furrowing his brow at you. You just gave him another polite smile before leaving the garage.

Bo huffed to himself, about to call Lester and tell him to set up some traps on the road and to look out for other cars. However, as he was heading back to the phone, he caught a glimpse of you out of the window. You were standing in front of your car, hands firmly placed on the hood as you lent against it, hanging your head. You looked like you were about to have a damn panic attack.

Despite his better judgement, Bo sighed to himself and headed outside, approaching you even though you didn't seem to notice his presence. "Hey, you alright?" his innocent question made you jump, turning to look at him with teary eyes and irregular breathing.

"Hell, Sweetheart, y'alright?" he asked again, stepping towards you and cautiously placing his hands on your shoulders. "Y'really need that gas, huh?" he half-joked, though there was an element of concern to his tone.

"Just need to get far from...here, I guess" you shook your head, but didn't push his hands away. His gentle grip on your shoulders were actually quite effective at grounding you.

"Why ya in such a rush?" Bo asked, his gentle tone surprising himself.

"I...my ex..." you sniffled, the weight of everything feeling like it was about to crush you. You meant it when you said that you didn't want to bother him with your problems but now it just felt like you needed to get it off of your chest.

"The blonde guy?" he asked and you nodded before he asked, "he put his hands on ya?"

"Yeah...used to do it real bad. I-I finally left him but he wouldn't leave me alone. It wasn't too bad at first but...he's gotten really aggressive lately, threatening me. Tried going to the police but they said that can't do anything until he actually does something to me" you explained, unable to hold back your tears anymore. "Just trying to get somewhere he can't find me" you confessed.

Something in Bo's chest tightened as he looked down at you. He had no idea why but something within him was telling him to protect you, he couldn't even think about hurting you now, he just couldn't explain why.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks at this point and Bo couldn't stop himself from pulling you into his chest. You didn't resist in the slightest, arms circling his waist and gripping the back of his shirt as you sobbed into his chest. Sounding so broken. So tired.

"Y'know we got stand your ground laws in this state, right?" Bo asked plainly, like he wasn't just suggesting that you should shoot your ex.

"What?" your eyes widen slightly, pulling away to look up at him. "I mean...yeah but...well, he's the one with a gun, not me" you informed him. Was this man really just telling you to kill your ex? You supposed you couldn't really argue with him though...he was an abusive asshole and it was the least he deserved...but you couldn't.

"Alright. We got no gas for ya but I'm fixin' 'em up" he told you, then there was a small pause. "Y'can stay here until then" he offered.

"...seriously? I don't want to be a burden" you knew that you hadn't been paying much attention to the town when you stumbled into the gas station but you hadn't noticed a motel.

"I doubt y'would be and we got room up at the house" he assured you.

"We?" you asked before even thinking.

"Me and my brother. He won't bother ya though, keeps to himself most of the time" he explained.

"...you're really sure, I just...I really don't have any options anymore" you sounded so defeated.

"I'm sure, and I'm sure he won't mind either" Bo insisted. "I'll lock up the garage and take ya up to the house" he told you, giving your shoulder a squeeze before releasing you.

You just nodded, watching him disappear into the garage for a while. He soon returned, locking the door behind him, before heading over to his truck and gesturing for you to join him.

You were simply in no state to drive, even if was just through the town, you were physically shaking. He would offer to bring your car up later.

The two of you climbed into the truck and Bo pulled away from the garage. "Why are you helping me?" you asked, honestly confused about why this man was being so generous. He could have just sent you on your way, made you somebody else's problem.

"What can I say? Guess ya just tugged on my heartstrings" Bo smiled, a playful edge to his voice now. It's the best answer he could give you, because he honestly didn't have a better one. You just nodded, the rest of the drive passing in silence.

Bo soon parked outside of the house and you followed him inside, it certainly looked like a house stuck in the past but there was something endearing about that. "It's a bit of a mess, we weren't expecting visitors" Bo chuckled, not seeming all that worried or embarrassed about said mess.

"It's alright, I don't mind" you assured him with a smile.

"You want a drink or something, you're still shaking?" he frowned slightly, looking you up at down. You were trembling.

"Oh...yeah, that'd be nice thanks" you smiled again before Bo disappeared into the kitchen.

Bo glanced around, wondering what to offer you before spotting some of Vincent's tea. That was supposed to be soothing right?

He returned to the living room, handing you the cup of tea and gesturing for you to sit down on the couch. "What's ya name anyway?" he asked, sitting in the armchair.

"Oh sorry, it's Y/n" you introduced yourself, sipping at the tea.

"No need t'apologise" he shrugged before introducing himself in return, "Bo."

"Well, thank you Bo...for everything" he could see in just your eyes that you were genuinely grateful and he wondered when the last time somebody was kind to you was. He thought it rather ironic that Ambrose was the place you found some.

"No problem" he shrugged again, shifting like he wasn't used to being thanked. "I'm just gonna let Vincent know you're here, don't want ya scarin' him" he teased as he stood from his chair.

You nodded, watching him leave with a small smile on your face before drinking from your mug.

Of course, Bo had already called Vincent to let him know he was bringing somebody back to the house, but he needed to make sure his twin understood that you were off limits. You weren't to be hurt, he would try to figure out why later.

When Bo returned, he offered you some dinner, apologising for it being just warmed up left over chilli. It was good enough for you though. Vincent didn't join you for dinner but you and Bo ate together, sharing small talk. In fact the two of you had continued talking after dinner, sharing a drink together as you talked about nothing too important. Before you knew it, it was dark out and you were beginning to yawn, so Bo had showed you to a spare bedroom and bid you goodnight.

When morning came around, Bo assumed he would find you awkwardly waiting in the living room or that he would have to knock on your bedroom door to ask if you were up. You didn't seem like the type who was comfortable intruding in someone's home. However, that wasn't what he found at all. Instead he found you in the kitchen, making a simple breakfast.

"Makin' yourself at home?" Bo asked, raising an eyebrow at you as he lent his shoulder against the doorframe, arms folded over his chest.

You jumped a little at his voice and turned to him with a nervous smile. "Oh...I'm sorry if this is crossing any boundaries, I just felt like I should do something for all your kindness" you explained yourself. The idea had seemed good at first, now you were pretty sure you made a mistake.

"You're alright, ain't in any trouble" he assured you, pushing himself away from the doorframe before moving further into the kitchen. "Smells good" he complimented, making you smile.

Bo just watched in silence, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as you finished making breakfast. "I made a plate for your brother. Vincent, right?" you informed him, you hadn't met the other man but you didn't want to forget about him, especially when you were staying in his home.

"Yeah, Vincent" Bo nodded, picking up his twin's plate. "He's kinda shy, I'll take him his plate. I'll be right back" you just nodded before he left.

You placed the two other plates down at the little table in the kitchen and took a seat, waiting until Bo returned to eat. You didn't want to be rude. He soon returned, joining you at the table.

"Vincent says thanks, looked pretty surprised that you had thought about him" Bo told you with a small chuckle.

"Well, he's very welcome" you smiled, glad to hear that his brother appreciated the thought.

"Gonna head down to the garage, take another look at those pumps. I'll bring your car up if I haven't fixed 'em, alright?" he informed you of his plans for the day, beginning to eat the food you had made him.

"Yeah, thanks, I really appreciate all your help. You really didn't have to do any of this" you truly felt like you couldn't thank him enough. If it weren't for him your car would have probably ran out of gas and left you stranded in the middle of nowhere, just waiting for your insane ex to find you.

"Well, you're pleasant enough company" Bo assured you with a small shrug.

The two of you finished breakfast and you insisted that you would wash up, even when Bo argued the matter. He eventually gave in, not actually being all that dedicated to washing some dishes, and left for the garage. That left you alone in the house for a while, feeling awkward as you lingered around in somebody else's home.

While you were cleaning up breakfast, you had decided to clean the whole kitchen as well. It gave you something to do, passed some time, plus it did kind of need it. Hours passed and when you checked the time it was just past lunchtime, but Bo still hadn't returned, nor had you heard from his brother.

You really didn't want to overstep but you decided to make some lunch, just as another thank you, still feeling like you hadn't thanked them enough. Bo was letting you stay in his home, he was doing more for you than many strangers would, so you figured it was the least you could do.

You just made some sandwiches, something simple. You grabbed a notepad that you saw in the living room, writing "For Vincent" on a page before tearing it out, placing it on the plate with one of the sandwiches and placing it in the fridge. Hopefully he would find it if he came looking for something to eat.

You wrapped up the other two sandwiches and left the house. You didn't mind the walk to the garage, it wasn't far, and you enjoyed taking the time to take in the little town. It was just as quiet as yesterday, it was eerie but for some reason you felt pretty safe.

You stepped into the garage, causing the little bell to ring. "Bo?" you called, you hadn't seen him outside so you assumed he was in here. Bo walked out from the backroom, wiping his hands with a rag before tucking it into his back pocket. "I made lunch" you announced, holding up the wrapped sandwiches.

"You really are just the sweetest, ain't ya?" Bo gave you a charming smile that brought a slight blush to your face. You were adorable, how could that ex of yours harm you?

You handed him one of the sandwiches without another word, both of you unwrapping them and eating together at the counter.

"Ya really don't have nowhere to go? No family or nothin'?" Bo asked.

"No" you sighed, picking at the bread. "Haven't got any family, none I'm close to anyway...used to have friends but...well, my ex slowly isolated me from them. I didn't realise it at the time, until I realised I had no one" your voice was quiet as you recalled how you got into this position in the first place. Nowhere to go. Nobody to go to.

"Hey, y'got someone, at least while you're in Ambrose" Bo offered you a small smile as he squeezed your shoulder.

"Thank you" you smiled at him, noticing his sincerity. However, there was something else behind his gaze, something you couldn't describe, something you couldn't yet understand.

You knew it was foolish to trust somebody so easily, especially considering your last relationship, but this man had truly charmed you. You did trust him. Hell, if you didn't know any better you'd say you were smitten.

The sound of a car pulling up outside got your attention. Bo tensed slightly as he looked out of the window, you turned to looked out the window as well.

"Oh my God..." you whisper to yourself, eyes widening as you stepped away from the counter.

Bo looked at you, seeing the fear on your face, before looking back at the blonde man that was getting out of his car.

"That him?" Bo asked, his voice suddenly low, it was almost scary. You just nodded, feeling like you couldn't speak. "Go into the back, I'll get rid of him" he told you, gently but seriously moving you towards the door of the backroom.

You nodded, quietly thanking him yet again, before disappearing into the backroom. You stayed close enough to hear what was happening, hoping Bo would be able to just get rid of him quickly.

The little bell over the garage door rang, signalling that your ex had entered the shop. "Hey man, just wondering if my partner came by here" the familiar voice rang from the other room, a certain confidence in his tone.

"Don't think so, don't get many out-of-towners 'round here. I'll take a description though" you were a little surprised by how calm Bo sounded, how casual his voice was after how angry he had seemed only seconds ago. Your ex gave your description. "Ain't seen anyone who looks like that" Bo denied, sounding pretty convincing to his credit.

"Look, man, cut the shit. Their car is outside" your ex sighed, any faux politeness leaving him. Internally, Bo cursed himself. He knew he should have brought the car up last night but he forgot all about it when he got to talking to you. "I know it's theirs so I know their here. They parked outside of your garage, I assume they came in" he added.

"I dunno what to tell ya, maybe they went to catch a show at the theatre. Maybe they went to visit our famous house of wax, I can show ya up there if ya like" Bo offered, keeping up a friendly persona.

"I don't want to see shitty wax figures, I'm just looking for my partner" your ex scoffed.

"Why ya lookin' for them? Shouldn't ya be able to call 'em or haven't they told ya were their goin'?" Bo asked, more edge to his tone this time, almost like he was accusing him of something.

"Not that it's any of your business but we got into an argument. They do this. We fight over something stupid and they overreact, they normally run off somewhere and I just want to make sure they don't get into any trouble" your ex lied, part of your fear turning into anger. "I appreciate you trying to look out for them but whatever they told you is a lie, they're just pissed at me. Trust me, I'll find them, we'll talk and work things out, and go home. That's how it always goes. We'll get out of your hair" he promised.

"Y'see, I just don't believe ya" Bo hummed, "but it ain't none of my business. I haven't seen ya partner, why don't ya just leave?"

"I'll leave once I find them, alright?" your ex assured him sarcastically, "I'll just take a look around town."

Your ex looked back to the backroom door, making you duck back quickly, you had lent out slightly to see what was happening. Unfortunately, you had moved so quick that you caused a few tools to fall off of the shelf behind you.

"Someone back there?" your ex asked, cocking an eyebrow at Bo.

"Nah, just not a very organised storeroom" Bo excused with a tight laugh.

"How about I just take a look?" your ex suggested, beginning to walk around the counter.

"How about ya just fuck off" all fake politeness that Bo had mustered up was gone now, he sounded threatening.

"It'll only take a second" your ex tried to assure him but Bo wasn't having any of it.

"Get outta my garage" Bo demanded, followed by some sort of metallic sound.

"Whoa man, come on" your ex sounded...scared, and his footsteps had stopped.

You frowned, wondering what was going on out front. Taking a breath, you peeked around the doorframe again, seeing that Bo was pointing a shotgun at your ex. He really looked like he was going to shoot him...

While you knew your ex certainly deserved the threat, you couldn't allow Bo to get into trouble for you. You had already caused him enough trouble.

"Bo, don't" you pleaded, stepping out from the backroom, "please, it isn't worth it."

"Y/n, just go back in the storeroom" Bo ordered, keeping the gun pointed at the blonde man.

"I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you, this isn't your problem" you apologised, just wanting to diffuse the situation. You couldn't let Bo shoot someone for you.

"See, they know they're just causing trouble. Come on, baby, I'm taking you home" your ex gestured towards you, hoping this would get the mechanic to believe his story. It didn't.

"I've told you, we're over. I'm not going home with you but...let's just get outta here, alright?" you tried to reason.

"Don't you dare do with him" Bo practically growled, making you pause for a moment.

"I'm really sorry Bo, we'll get out of your hair" it was like Bo could see you instantly returning to the scared person he met yesterday, you had brightened up only after a few hours in Ambrose but now you had completely reverted back in a matter of seconds. Worried you were a problem, that you were taking up to much space, that you weren't worth defending.

"I won't let you leave with him, alright?" Bo looked at you with a surprising amount of determination.

You glanced back at your ex, you saw him reaching a hand around to the back of his jeans, where you knew he often kept his handgun.

"Bo!" you warned, barely even able to process the threat before calling out to the mechanic.

Bo looked to your ex, who had suddenly grabbed his gun, but he had pulled the trigger before the handgun could even be pointed at him. Effectively shooting your ex in the chest.

You gasped as the gun went off, the air being stolen from your lungs and your ears ringing as you stared at the lifeless body in shock.

Bo placed the gun down on the counter before approaching you, taking hold of your arms and turning you to face him. He was talking, you could see his lips moving, but you couldn't hear him over the ringing in your eyes.

"Hey, y'alright?" you could finally hear his voice, the ringing slowly fading away. "C'mon, Y/n, y'with me?" he asked, giving your arms a gentle squeeze.

"...you killed him" you stated, voice barely a whisper.

"He was gonna shoot me, he was gonna hurt ya. It's alright" Bo assured you that there was nothing to worry about. You just nodded, slowly processing what had happened, he was right.

"...thank you...God, thank you" you sob tore through your throat as you threw yourself into his chest, embracing him.

Bo had done what you could never do and you would forever be thankful for that. Your ex had ruined your life and continued to haunt you, Bo had saved you from that.

Bo wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly to his chest, letting you cry. "You're alright, sweetheart" he cooed quietly into your hair. "We'll get it all sorted out, okay. Nobody's gonna hurt ya anymore, won't let anyone touch ya, gonna protect ya, okay?" you nodded, that did sound nice...you liked the sound of that. "Alright, I'mma take ya back up to the house then I'm gonna deal with this, how's that sound?" Bo asked, trying to keep you calm.

"Yeah...yeah, sounds good" you muttered, nodding into his chest.

"C'mon, we'll go out the back, ya don't have to see all that again" Bo told you and you just nodded again, finding him oddly soothing.

He wrapped an arm around you ad he led you out of the garage, helping you into his truck to take you back up to the house. Once inside, he sat you down on the couch and went to leave the room.

However, before he could move too far away from you, you grabbed his hand, making him look back down at you. "Can you stay...please?" you asked, feeling the need to keep him close.

Bo paused, taking in how vulnerable you looked, before nodding. "Gotta go ask Vincent to deal with that asshole, then I'll be right back" he agreed.

"Promise?"

"I promise" Bo pulled his hand out of yours and headed towards the door, only for you to stop him again.

"Bo?" he turned back to you, pausing in the doorway. "...you aren't gonna get him to call the cops, are you?" you asked knowingly.

Something wasn't right, that much was obvious. The way Bo kept talking about 'taking care of it', the way nobody came to investigate the gunshot, something was wrong with Ambrose...and yet, you stayed seated, feeling safe with Bo.

"No, Sweetheart...no, I'm not" Bo confirmed, a little surprised when you just nodded, seeming to accept that.

While Bo when to tell Vincent to deal with the body, you tried to calm yourself down, noticing a torn out notepad page sitting on the coffee table. You lent forward, picking it up as you wiped a few stray tears away from your cheek.

Under your own handwriting 'For Vincent' was a neatly written 'Thank you'. You couldn't help but smile to yourself a little, at least Bo's mysterious brother was polite. You placed the note back down, leaning back against the couch. Bo seemed happy enough to have you here, maybe Vincent wouldn't mind either. Maybe Ambrose was the place you had been running to without even knowing it.

"Vincent's gonna handle it, Lester is gonna move his car" Bo informed you as he returned to the living room.

"Lester?" you asked with a small frown.

"Our other brother, he lives just outside of town. I'll introduce ya too 'em both later if ya want" he offered, though he wasn't completely sure if that would be what you wanted.

"Yeah, okay" you nodded.

"You alright?" Bo asked, a little cautious as he approached you. He was expecting you to be scared, at least confused. He needed to know how you were processing everything before he could figure out how to handle it.

"Yeah...actually, I am. I kinda feel like a weight has been lifted, you know?" you confessed, looking up at him with an expression he couldn't quite read. You weren't afraid of him, that much was clear.

"Good" Bo nodded, figuring that your reaction could be much worse.

"Sit with me?" you asked, so sweetly that he couldn't say no.

"Sure thing, Sweetheart" he gave you a small smile before sitting beside you. When you lay your head against his shoulder, he wrapped an arm around you, holding you close. "You're gonna be alright now, Darlin'. Ain't nobody gonna put a hand on ya while you're here. Ya don't need to run no more" Bo soothed, pressing a lingering kiss to the crown of your head.

Something within you told you that your life was about to change drastically and, for once, you weren't afraid.

[stars-n-spice]

No, because you're right and I've been thinking about this for a bit now.

Omega forces them all to watch it, she's an avid fan, has played multiple games, knows the lore, never misses a Matpat video, and has definitely been an animatronic character for Halloween once

Echo's like unsure about letting her see the movie because, "I don't know, what if it's a little too scary?" but Omega insists and Hunter's like "Just let the kid watch the movie."

Omega gives them a full rundown of the lore before they see the movie just so that they won't be asking questions or be confused during it

Wrecker knows the most lore out of his brothers because he likes the games too (even if he finds them fucking terrifying) and will often watch Omega play them or watch the Matpat theory videos with her (has also probably dressed as Freddy Fazbear for Halloween once)

Echo does his best to retain the lore, but it's a lot. He just knows the basics of it (five dead kids, purple guy, springtrap), but if you start talking Fazgoo he's fucking out of it

Hunter is that type of dad who will look at Bonnie and go, "Is that Chica?" Not even on purpose or anything, it's just a dad thing to be completely lost on your child's interests. "Which one is Freddy again?"

Omega got Crosshair to play the first game once and never again. The animatronics unnerve him but because he's Crosshair he's going to act like he doesn't care. He's the guy who left the movie thinking there could've been more gore but he was fucking tense the entire time.

Tech would not hesitate to build the animatronics if Omega asked. You want a life sized working Glamrock Freddy? Say no more. He builds one and it scares the shit out of Wrecker and Crosshair every time they see it. At first, he couldn't be bothered with the lore really, but if Omega started to watch Matpat's videos with him, and he started to form his own theories.

Ok now for headcannons for the movie, so spoilers under the cut!!

Omega fucking loved the movie of course, Echo is mildly disturbed (especially with the Springlock scene because y'know,,), Hunter is confused about literally everything, Wrecker and Crosshair are unsure if they're going to sleep that night, and Tech finds himself liking the movie more than he thought he would

Hunter saw himself in Mike way too much though, just going to come out and say it

Balloon Boy got Crosshair every. fucking. time. So now Crosshair's going to go home, print out photos of the fucker and tape them onto his targets on the range.

Omega and Wrecker both gasped and cheered when Matpat had his time on the screen and Echo and Hunter were both like, "Why are they cheering for that white man?"

Omega and Tech immediately get into theories on the way home, they are spewing things left and right, trying to see how the next movie might go

Echo and Hunter start asking questions and Omega goes into an hour-long explanation of how the movie strayed from the original lore and how it was more or less the same just shifted over and how they borrowed from the books

the "bite of 87'" scene (y'know with Max) totally caught all of them off guard. Omega screamed and Wrecker threw the popcorn while the rest of them either jumped or cringed in their seats

Omega lost her shit when they played Living Tombstone's "Five Nights at Freddy's", she was so giddy and happy, singing along and made her brothers wait till the credits were completely over

Any ways,, that's all I came up with :)

I just KNOW Omega would force her brothers to the FNAF movie