#bye bye bunny bitch

[the-moon-is-a-hoe]

Not gonna lie, when I saw the pilot for TADC, I thought Jax was an asshole, but at least he was sort of funny and charming. Now I can't stand his ass, and it turns out I'm not the only person who feels this way!

[mxcat777]

So what if

Dream is sort of Shakespeare's patron, right? So would that make Shakespeare on of His™? And if so, would he reside in the Dreaming after his death instead of the Sunless Lands?

'cause if so. Consider.

He's still writing. (A lot)

He keeps up with modern literature, but keeps writing (at least mostly) in Early Modern English (that's it, right? Do I have my lit facts straight?). Imagine his recent plays littered with slang, disney references, (un)subtle references to shit that was based on his stuff that he either loves or hates, both are good.

He's kind of a favourite of Dream's. The same way Lucienne and Jessamy and The Corinthian are. He can get away with saying shit, because if he offends Dream he can turn around and start sprouting some poetry at that vain-ass bitch and all is forgiven. (In the worst cases it takes a new play about his royal majesty the Dream King and how generous and benevolent and regal he is)

Fishbowling happens, not sure what Will would do, the plot bunny didn't care.

Dream is back, all is well, he goes to the New Inn, Hob and Dream are now officially Friends.

They meet up more bc friends see each other more often than once a century. Oh yeah friends also know each others' names and such. So Dream tells Hob a bit about himself.

At some point he's like, hey hob u wanna see the dreaming?

Hob's like yES PLz??

Hob gets a tour, and from that point on usually gets the option at night to dream normally or visit the palace.

On one fateful night, Hob decides to take a stroll through the library, goes looking for Marlowe's shelf, because he kind of wonders what other stuff that genius would have written had he lived longer.

Only to (maybe literally) bump into, you guessed it, Will Bloody Shaxberd.

He stares.

Will goes 'hey'.

And then Hob goes somewhat feral.

(no he is not over it, sue him, he's allowed to hold a grudge.)

He goes off on a rant about, see, ofc ur still plagiarizing marlowe he was so much better i can't believe dream left me for you you useless twat you couldn't write shit without him so why did you get the fucking privilege of living with him and knowing him for fucking centuries i had to fight 600 years for his bloody name and i'm guessing you got it right that first meeting hm?

And Will goes oh shit it's you! And then cuts Hob off with a "you're so right! I was an absolute shit playwright before your friend helped me!"

And Hob is... Understandably lost. This was not how it went in his head.

And then Will continues, I was so nervous the time right after that meeting, I knew he was some sort of supernatural being, no clue what though, he's really not good at introductions, is he, so I sort of assumed you were too, and I was waiting for your revenge for stealing your date away, recently found out you're actually human, albeit immortal, and it was not a date, though, speaking of, have you sorted yourselves out yet?

And Hob, quite understandably even more baffled, sort of gapes for a bit.

Before very nervously denying anything of the sort.

Will just stares.

And goes, bruv, you weren't subtle then, still aren't now, spare everyone else the UST, please, for the love of god, you two need to fuck post haste.

And Hob is like, hahaha, eh, yeah, nope, fun seeing you, BYE.

So Will sighs. And goes to see Lucienne, as any sensible person would.

Lucienne sighs as well. At which point Will steps to Dream himself.

"My lord?" "Yes, William?" "Forgive my directness, but so as not to risk any misunderstandings, what exactly is your relationship with Hob Gadling?" "We are friends. Why do you ask? Is that not clear?" "Well, to be perfectly honest, m'lord, I assumed you were... Involved™." "We are not." "But you'd like to be though, right?" "You dare presume to know-" " I dare presume to know what attraction, romance, love, all that looks like, sire. I must do, after portraying it in my plays for over four centuries. After writing several hundreds of sonnets on the topic." "I-" "In my humble opinion, my lord, it is a good match. He understands you, you continue to fascinate each other, he can provide a safe place where you need not be monarch for a moment. And of course, you are quite obviously attracted to one another sexually." "WILLIAM SH-" "Oh calm down! I'm certainly not judging either of you!" "...he is attracted to me?" "..." "Is he?" "YES! Lord give me faith! Kiss him! Go to him and teleport the both of you onto a bed! Or if you want to be sappy go slow and bring him a rose, but please, for the love of the collective sanity, do something!" "But how do you know? What if you misunderstood? What if it is unwelcome? I cannot lose him!"

At which point Will turns around, leaves the throne room, goes back to the library and rant to Lucienne

"I swear I'm going to write a play about them, just to point out how stupid this is. I feel compelled to call it a tragedy, but I think it needs to have a happy ending, otherwise Lord Broodphius would get stuck on the but what if it does end in tragedy, so I suppose a comedy would be fitting, but then again, this is too painful to watch to qualify as a comedy. Tragic comedy? Comic tragedy? I'll figure it out..."

And Lucienne is like, if you'd like to perform it properly I'm sure there are a few dreams who would be more than willing to help out, take on a role.

Hob comes back to the Dreaming a few days later and finds Will up to his elbows in paper, reference books, thesauruses and rhyming dictionaries (handy things those), and empty mugs and the like.

Will looks up, somewhat manic, and is like, Hob! Great! Just the person I wanted to see! Would you help me, please?

Hob's like, sure? Kind of apprehensive, but he gave everything some thought and decided that as long as he could go on dunking on him, he could let go of most of his jealousy (cuz that's what is was, he's mature enough to admit)

Will goes, Awesome! Tell me about you and Morphius! How do you see him, what's your story, I only ever get bits and pieces from his lordship, so I'm in severe need of some context...

And Hob is somewhat suspicious, but he indulges him, and really, telling the story comes too easy, so he gets into it completely and doesn't even notice when he starts slipping into rants about Dream, about how beautiful, and magnificent, and misunderstood, and kind, and way-out-of-his-league-but-god-dammit-he-went-and-fell-in-love-with-the-bastard-anyway he is

And Will takes studious notes.

And then goes like, so some of the sonnets I've written were with you two in mind, you wanna give me some feedback? (Ahem, sonnet 24/29, some others work too, undoubtedly, but I am no Shakespeare expert, unfortunately)

And he does something similar with Dream, maybe citing Hob's dislike of him as the reason he wants to know more about him without having to bother him overly much, like, I want to set things right between us, but I need to know more about him to do that, will you help me, m'lord

And he does

And Will just sits back and takes notes as Dream also spirals into a passion fueled rant about Hob

And all those notes end up in the eventual play

Auditions for the roles happen when Dream and Hob are out on a Not Date™ in the Waking.

There are surprisingly many auditioning for Hob's role, and surprisingly little for Dream's

Until Will points out that Dream would probably be more offended by an unworthy portrayal of his Love that of himself, at which point some of the dreams bow out entirely, bc Will knows how vain their lord is, so they decide not to risk unmaking and tactically retreat

Will is in his fucking element, it's been way too long since he's properly directed a play!

Eventually Will comes up to the Mutually Pining Idiots like, hey m'lord, Hob, I've written a new play, and I've been working with some of the dreams to make it happen, do you want to see??

So they watch. They watch as two absolute fucking idiots stumble around each other, everyone on and off stage can see how stupidly in love they are except for them, and both start sweating profusely when they start recognizing their own words quoted back at them.

The end of the play is something of a direct call-out and a plea from the dreams to please just talk to each other, fuck and get married, preferably in that order, but they're not picky.

Then everyone leaves them alone for the Conversation that is most likely going to happen.

Will stays behing hiding unobtrusively in the shadows tho.

He's not about to let all his work go to waste if these idiots ty to play it off again. He will lock them in a broom closet if he has to, watch him.

They don't.

Luckily.

There are like three sentences total spoken. Then they're aggressively making out.

Will leaves the room very content about his matchmaking skills.

And hey! He got a good play out of it, if he does say so himself!

[m-jelly]

The bunny's keeper - Chapter 4

@ladycheesington <3

Levi x fem! reader.

Modern AU, fluff, romance, falling in love, Levi has tattoos and piercings, bad boy Levi, protective Levi

In this chapter: After standing up for yourself and talking to Levi, you go meet him for lunch. As you make your way to him, you get a bit scared and run into Levi's arms. Levi and Erwin try to meet the biggest gang leader in the city, but it doesn't go well. Both men seek your advice and you begin plotting together.

Massive thank you to @ladycheesington for helping me flesh this story out and helping with the side plot of Erwin and how the gang started <3

Part 5

You sat on the fire escape outside the window to the apartment with a cup of tea in your hands. It was a nice warm summer day. Today you have some time off work so you can relax and do some housework. You were people-watching mainly and you noticed a bit of a nasty exchange going on between two men. You frowned a little when one seemed to be fiddling with something in his pocket.

You narrowed your eyes a little before shouting. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you!”

The man flinched and looked up at you. “What?”

You sipped your tea. “Pull that knife out and stab that nice man. Bad idea.”

“What do you know, huh!?”

You sighed. “I know this area is looked after by Erwin Smith and Levi Ackerman. You’re in gang territory. So, put your silly little paper cutter away and piss off.”

He walked closer to the fire escape. “What if I come up there and cut you?”

You turned your cup upside down and poured your hot tea on him. You smiled as he screamed in pain and stumbled away. “Bye.”

He panted and tripped. “Bitch!”

You waved to him before looking down at the man left. “You okay?”

He walked closer. “I am. Thank you so much.”

“You’re very welcome.”

“I’m Richard.”

You smiled at him and said your name. “Nice to meet you.”

He laughed nervously. “You’re pretty.”

“And taken. Thanks though. So, do you need anything? Do you want me to call someone?”

He gazed at you for a while. “No, no it’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

You hummed. “Well, have a nice day and stay safe.” You stood up and waved to him. “Bye.” You climbed back inside and closed the window. You checked the front door was locked before making another cup of tea. “What a weird morning.” You perked up when your phone rang. “Levi!” You answered it and smiled. “Hello, grumpy!”

Levi softly said your name. “Hello. It’s so good hearing your voice. I miss you.”

“Miss you too.” You made your tea as you spoke. “Oh, something weird happened.”

“Oh yeah?”

You hummed and looked out the window. “Two men were outside the apartment in the street. They were arguing and one looked like he was going to pull a knife.”

Levi said your name with concern. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay!” You giggled. “Anyway, I told the man off and said it was yours and Erwin’s zone and they needed to leave. I poured my tea on him and he ran off.”

Levi released a long concerned sigh. “Bunny, you’re amazing but that’s dangerous.”

“I locked up the place.”

He hummed in thought. “You’re very cute.”

You picked up your cup and sat in front of the coffee table. “Thank you. So, are you having a good day?”

“It’d be better if I was with you.”

You giggled. “You flirt.”

He moaned a little. “Bunny, I want to come home.”

“But you need to work.”

“But you have a day off.”

You nibbled your lip. “Well, how about I meet you? Unless you have gang stuff today.”

Levi smiled a little. “I don’t have gang stuff. I would love to have you come over.”

You squeaked in delight. “Yay! I will make you lunch!”

“I look forward to seeing you.”

You hurried to the kitchen area. “I’ll end the call so I can make you lunch.”

Levi whined on the phone. “But bunny.”

You propped your phone up. “Okay, we’ll stay on the call.”

“Good!”

“Do you want rice or a sandwich? I can put on the rice cooker.”

Levi hummed. “Sandwich, please. Is that okay?”

You smiled and got everything out to make something nice and big for Levi. “I’ll make something good for you. Do you want meat?”

“If we have some spare.”

You checked what you had and smiled. “We have some beef. I’m thinking some mustard with this and maybe some rocket and watercress?”

Levi hummed. “Delicious. Could you add red onion? I prefer it.”

“Absolutely!” You smiled as you put a bit of butter on first, and then you spread the nice mustard. You gently lay the beef and then add the veg on top and cut. “Do you want some crisps too?”

“Please.”

You placed the sandwich in a tub and then grabbed a handful of crisps that you knew would pair well. “I think this will be good.”

“You’re the best.”

You put everything in your bag before collecting your phone. “I’m on my way. I’ll end the call.”

Levi whined again. “Don’t. Keep talking to me.”

You giggled as you pulled on your shoes. “Just a needy grumpy. You are so cute!” You unlocked the door and then locked it behind you. “I’m gonna give you so many kisses when I see you.”

“You better. I need my kisses.”

You checked the road before jogging across. “I love you.”

Levi mewled. “You caught me off guard then. I love you too.”

“Is work going okay?”

He released a long. “It’s going okay. A lot have come in today. We’ve made some good money.”

“Proud of you. You’re doing so well Levi. You work so hard and you’re so sweet. You always make…” You stopped walking and turned quickly when you had this overwhelming feeling that someone was following. “Mm…”

Levi called your name. “What’s wrong?”

“I just felt like someone was following me.”

“If you feel like someone is, it’s likely true.” He moved around where he was. “I’m going to come and meet you halfway.”

You gripped your phone. “I think I’m probably imagining things.”

“Bunny.”

You started speed walking. “It’s probably nothing.”

He grabbed his tool belt and strapped it on, which he would use as weapons if he needed to. “I’m still coming to meet you.”

You came to a stop and turned again. You felt a cold shiver go through you. “I don’t like this.”

“Keep moving bunny. I’m on my way.”

You backed up a bit before turning and slamming into a man’s chest. You felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment. You bowed your head and avoided his gaze. “Sorry!”

The man spoke softly as you ran. “It’s okay.”

You glanced back at the man and thought you recognised him, but you weren’t sure and couldn’t put your finger on it. You moved your gaze ahead and saw your handsome boyfriend jogging towards you. “Levi! Hi!”

Levi smiled and sprinted right up to you. He tackled you into a hug and held you tightly. “Hey, are you okay?”

You squeezed him. “I’m okay now you’re here.”

He kissed the top of your head a few times. “I’m sorry you were scared.”

“It’s okay.” You gripped him. “I feel back though.”

“It’s okay. I was happy to come meet you.”

You looked up at him with your wide eyes. “I kind of bumped into a man too.”

Levi stiffened. “You bumped into someone? Where?”

You looked behind you. “Oh, he’s gone. He was that way.”

Levi clenched his jaw. “I don’t want to scare you, but that man was likely the person following you. He bumped into you on purpose.”

You shook a little. “What?”

Levi didn’t mean to scare you, but it was concerning. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s get back to the workshop and have a nice lunch together. You can stay there all day.”

“If you don’t mind me being with you all day.”

“Not at all. I love it.” He held your hand and walked with you to his workshop. “I have an office here that’s comfy and clean for you.”

You smiled at Levi then giggled and waved at his workers. All of the men there were so friendly and sweet to you. As soon as you got to Levi’s office you melted into the sofa in there. “Comfy.”

Levi cupped your face and kissed you. “Are you okay, darling?”

You nodded. “I’m good, but I’d be better if you ate your lunch I made you.”

He sat down next to you. “Let’s eat then.”

You rummaged in your bag and gave him his lunchbox. “Enjoy.”

“Did you bring something to eat?”

You pulled out your lunchbox. “Yes. I knew you’d want me to stay with you.”

“I need you.”

You whined a little. “You fluster me so much.”

Levi chuckled, and then he started eating. “Mm, bunny this is so good. Thank you.”

You leaned over and kissed his shoulder. “I’m glad you like it all.”

“You’re the best.” He kissed your neck. “I’m going to get you something to protect yourself, okay? I need you to stay safe. I don’t want that to scare you though.”

You smiled at him. “I understand. I do.”

“I’m glad. It’s just until Erwin and I make a bigger mark on this place.”

You leaned against him. “You’ll be amazing. I know it. I believe in you both.”

“Thank you.”

Levi watched Erwin as he kept fixing his suit over and over. “Erwin, you look fine.”

Erwin looked over at Levi. “I need to make sure it’s all perfect.”

Levi picked up Erwin’s phone and video-called Kay. “Hey Kay, so your man needs you to talk to him.”

Kay giggled. “What’s he worried about?”

“His suit.” Levi turned the phone to face Erwin. “Please tell him he looks fine.”

Kay gasped. “Bear! You look sexy! The suit is nice and tight. It grips you well!”

Erwin took his phone from Levi. “Do you think I look serious? Like I mean business?”

“Of course, my handsome man. You look like you own this city.”

He smiled sweetly. “Thank you.”

“The meeting will go really well, okay? You will rock this.”

“Thanks.”

“I love you.”

Erwin blushed. “I love you too.”

She hummed. “I have something to give you a boost.”

Erwin’s eyes widened when Kay flashed her boobs at him. “I…thank you. I feel very confident now.”

Levi stood up. “I’ll give you two a moment.” He slipped outside and looked around his workshop to see his workers gathered around someone. “Oi? What are you lot doing?”

The older man parted to show every single one of them was eating a muffin. In the middle of these men stood you in a cute dress with a smile on your face. The men who worked for Levi were like Dads to you and Levi. Levi and you had your fathers, who were incredible people but it was always nice to have a lovely group of dangerous men look after you as well. Levi employed men who needed to help their families, came out of prison and wanted to change their lives or has a shit life and wanted to do better.

One gentleman smiled. “Your Mrs came to give us some food. She’s the best.”

Another nodded. “She’s so nice. When are you marrying her cause you need to snatch her up fast.”

You grinned and waved at Levi. “Hi, Levi.”

Levi melted at seeing you smile. “Soon. I’ll marry her soon.” He walked over to you. “Did you bake for everyone?”

“I did. I thought the gents would like something.” You looked up at Levi. “It’s going to be fun staying here with them.”

Levi cupped your face. “You’ll be nice and safe here.”

You put your bag down and wrapped your arms around Levi. “Please be safe today. I know you always do this, but this man is hazardous and head of a major gang.” You looked up at Levi. “I know you’re very strong, but you’re not unstoppable.” You cupped his face. “You’re human and you’re mine. Come home to me.”

Levi pulled you close and kissed you. “I’ll come back to you, I swear. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He kissed you again and hummed. “I’ll be back later. Stay here.”

The most muscular man who worked for Levi, who was as sweet as anything moved over. “We’ll order some pizza later and have a little pizza party.”

You smiled brightly. “That sounds like fun!”

Levi ushered you to his office. “Take a nap in here when you want.”

“Promise.” You sat down and gazed at him, you looked like a sweet and innocent bunny to him. “I’ll wait here for you.”

“Good bunny.”

Erwin opened the office door. “Levi? It’s time to go.” He waved at you. “See you soon.”

You waved at Erwin. “Yeah, be safe. I don’t want my dear friend and boyfriend getting hurt.”

“I’ll keep us safe.”

“Bye, guys.”

Levi waved to you for a while before leaving with Erwin. “I miss her.”

Erwin smiled at his friend. “It’s hard leaving our girlfriends. Before we dated them, we just did anything and wasn’t bothered at all.” His gaze went soft. “I think it’s great.”

“It is. I like having that in my life.” Levi climbed into Erwin’s car and started it up. “I’ll drive you.”

Erwin sat in the front. “It’s odd to think that I will need bulletproof things in the future.”

Levi gripped the wheel of the car. “Well, we’ll have more people in the group by then and more money, so it’ll be easier to protect you.” He released a long sigh. “Erwin, this might go bad.”

Erwin clenched his fist. “I know. I know I’m racing into this head first and it might be too early, but there is a risk to your girlfriend. She’s my friend as well and I don’t want her to get hurt.” He let out a shaky sigh. “We have two choices, we kill him or we give evidence to the detective we work with.”

Levi tapped his thumb against the wheel. “If he went to jail, he would still have the power to hurt those we care about.”

Erwin released a long sigh. “I have a plan. We’ll get him to jail and then I’ll contact a few on the inside. Prisoners are killed all the time.”

“That could work.” He pulled up at the building and sat back. “Okay, let’s do this.”

Erwin released a long shaky sigh. “Yeah, let’s do this.”

The two of them approached the tall and expensive-looking building. Confidence was needed, but it was hard to be when you were walking into the enemy territory. As soon as they walked into the clean reception, it was clear that they were not wanted. It was a very cold welcome and it was like people saw them as a joke. It irritated Erwin a lot to be seen in a bad way, but for Levi, it was normal for him.

Reception put little effort into notifying Mr Francis Seymore. Levi knew that they were going to drag their heels. Levi supported Erwin and thought he was an incredible leader, he deserved nothing but the best. It annoyed him that people were not taking him seriously. He knew that he needed to stay in control of his emotions because he didn’t want to lash out or hurt anyone.

The two of them expected to enter the lift, but instead, a man came down that was Mr Seymore’s assistant. He walked over with a simple smile. “Good afternoon, gentlemen. I’m afraid Mr Seymore is too busy to see you.”

Erwin frowned. “We organised this meeting with him.”

“Oh, I know.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Sorry. Mr Seymore is just too busy. He has given me some information to give you.” He handed Erwin a book that was a child’s guide to starting a group of friends. “Here you go.”

Erwin gripped the book tightly. “He said to hand this over?”

“Yes. He also said you remind him of a little puppy trying to take on a big wolf. Just know he thinks you’re amusing.” He smiled a little. “All right, thank you for coming.”

Levi grabbed Erwin’s upper arm. “Let’s head home.”

Erwin turned and stared at the book in his hands. “Sure.”

Levi pulled Erwin outside and put him in the car. He glared at the assistant, who was now laughing, before getting into the car. Silence filled the car as the car moved through the city back to Levi’s workshop. He sat in the car after pulling up to the spot for Erwin. The pure rage and devastation rolling off Erwin was making the car stuffy.

Levi looked over at his friend. “Wanna rip that book apart with something at my workshop? You can use any tool you want.”

Erwin’s shoulders dropped and his voice was soft, almost like he was holding back a sob. “He didn’t take me seriously. Am…am I…am I joke?” He glanced over to Levi to show his eyes were filled with tears. “You must be disappointed and ashamed of me.”

“I’m not. I’m proud of you every day. Your family lost everything and you’re working your ass off to restore what was taken from you. You are going about it all in a good way. You have good intentions and that does mean you have to work a lot harder.” He sighed. “We’ll make it through, I know it. We’ve faced a lot of shit in the past and we will face more, but we will pull through.”

“We will. We can do this.”

Levi rubbed the back of his neck. “You know, now our girlfriends know about us being in a gang, we could always ask them for some advice.”

Erwin smiled a little. “Sure, we’ll do that. They will be able to give us a fresh new look into everything.”

“Exactly.”

He cleared his throat. “Sorry for crying.”

Levi shrugged. “Would be weird if you didn’t cry. Nothing wrong with crying. I cry.”

Erwin rubbed his tears away. “It’s comforting to know someone very tough gets emotional.”

“Erwin, you’re human and humans have the pleasure of feeling many emotions. Let yourself experience them.”

“I will.” He smiled at Levi. “Thank you, Levi.” He let out a long sigh. “I really want to see my girlfriend.”

“You can see her soon. I just want to say, be happy that he underestimates us.”

“Why?”

Levi smiled. “Because then he won’t see what’s coming. We’ll fucking destroy him for underestimating us. He won’t be keeping an eye on us and that’s good.”

Erwin smiled. “You’re right.”

“I often am.”

Erwin laughed. “Sure, Levi.”

Levi smirked before climbing out of the car. “Got you laughing.” He tossed the keys to Erwin. “Let’s go see bunny and then you can see your kitten.”

Erwin walked with Levi. “Do you think they’ll have some food? I could do with eating something bad for me.”

“They said they were going to have pizza and Bunny did bake, so there might be some muffins left.”

“Sounds good.”

Levi led the way in and went to his office to see you napping on his sofa. He crouched down next to you as he petted your hair. “Bunny? I’m back.”

You woke up with a smile on your face. “Hey, handsome.” You sat up and stretched your joints. “Erwin, hello. How did it go?”

Erwin lowered his head. “Mm…”

You covered your mouth with your hands. “Oh, oh no. What happened?”

Levi sat next to you. “He made us feel like shit. He didn’t even meet us, he sent a damn assistant.”

Erwin handed you a book. “He gave us this.”

You stared at the book. “How rude.”

“Said we were puppies and he is a wolf.”

You looked over at Erwin. “Is he an idiot?”

Erwin frowned. “Idiot?”

You laughed. “Puppies? Puppies do grow up into dogs and wolves. They grow up so fast, you look away just for a one moment and they’re all grown up.”

“You’re right. You know, Levi said something similar. He said him underestimating us is a good thing, we can use it to our advantage.”

You tossed the book on the coffee table before sitting back and humming in thought. “Yeah.”

Levi gazed at you. “Bunny? What are you thinking?”

You nibbled your lip as you thought things over. “I have some ideas, but I don’t want to step on anyone's toes.”

Erwin sat on the coffee table. “We want to hear your ideas.”

You sat up and released a sigh. “We need to do some PR work. Mr Seymore kisses up to the rich, but he neglects the rich, who make up the biggest population. You need to win them over, so you should do things to help them out. Maybe pick a small community and do it up. Build kids a park there, and help fix up apartments there as well. Make the common man trust you.”

“We can arrange that. That’s smart.”

You pointed at Erwin. “You need to get the mayor on your side. The mayor is massively against drugs and is trying to clean up this city, so if you show him you’re helping clean the city he might work with you. Plus, you’re really good at talking to people. You need to connect with communities and shop owners. Build a network and even steal some people from Mr Francis Seymore, people he didn’t treat well.”

“We can do it slowly so he doesn’t suspect.”

Levi perked up. “What do I do?”

You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You, my handsome man, you need to recruit people for the gang. You’re a well-known badass. People will join very quickly.”

He leaned over and kissed your face a few times. “I can do that.”

You shuffled in your seat. “The next part I know that Levi won’t be happy about, but I think it’s a really good idea.”

Levi hugged you tightly. “I’ll trust you.”

“Do you wanna know the best people to have on your side? The media. Get reporters, journalists and people like that on your side and they will spread the word for you and sing your praise. I know a lot of people in that world because I’m a brilliant editor.” You nibbled your lip. “Not to toot my own horn.”

“Play it, darling. You’re really good.”

You blushed. “Thank you. Well, I’ll get these people on your side and get them to do pieces on Mr Francis Seymore. He didn’t like one person doing a report, right? Well, there is safety in numbers. If we get multiple people reporting it he won’t be able to do a thing.”

Erwin smiled. “I like it.”

You smiled a little. “I will help you make connections and I will also help you with charity things.”

“Charity things? What are you thinking?”

“Well, we can bake things and raise money for communities and Kay can do some charitable paintings.” You smiled a little. “What do you think?”

Erwin smiled. “It’s the perfect plan. We’ll take everything from Seymore while looking like good and wonderful people.” Erwin chuckled. “You are an evil genius.”

“Thank you.”

Levi hugged you tightly. “You’re incredible, Bunny.”

You giggled. “I’m glad I could help. I just hope you’ll be okay with me getting involved with this all.”

“You might have a bigger target appear on your back, but I will protect you from anything that happens.”

“I know you will.” You smiled a little. “So, let me know when you want to do this takeover and I will reach out to my contacts.” You shifted a little. “Just to let you both know, I will be filming and taking pictures of the good deeds you’re doing to build an online following as well.”

Erwin stood up. “I think that’s a good plan. Getting people online to support us is useful.” He stared at the book. “I need sleep. This day has drained me.” He looked over at you. “Your ideas are incredible and we’ll start working on them tomorrow.”

You shook your head. “No, you both are having two days off and then we’ll start working. You both need to recharge. Sound good?”

Levi picked you up. “Sounds great. I get two days with you, I’m happy.”

Erwin chuckled. “Two days with Kay sounds perfect. I need a good rest. All right, in two days we start working hard to take down Francis Seymore.”

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Loontics Unleashed: Tunnel Vision

The latest band climbing up the charts in Acemtropolis, they are one of the first non-human bands to gain recognition (as well as notoriety) in recent years after winning a record label with Acme Records in 2068.

They're technically a rock band, though they tend to explore genres.

They are scheduled to preform at the 2774 Basherball Championship halftime show, despite the more recent threats sent to them.

Lore Below:

Don't mess with any of the band member's equipment ESPECIALLY their instruments. Jax get's particularly nasty when her guitar is touched.

Dakota Frog

performer name: Lily Pad

she/her

lead vocals/bass

Writes most of the songs with Jax

in charge of choreography

Descendant of Michigan J Frog

used to suffer from severe stage fright so she could only sing in front of one person at a time

luckily she's conquered this fear with Tunnel Vision

cool headed though she isn't above getting into mischief

Jesse Rabbit (Rodger/Jessica Rabbit descendant)

Performer name: Dust Bunny

he/him

Speaks several languages-> translates their songs

Drummer/ male vocals

Descendant of Rodger and Jessica Rabbit

clutsiest of the group, he does the least amount of stunts during their shows

smooth talker- he manages their contracts and ensures they get paid fairly

acts dumber than he is so people underestimate him

Marcy the Martian

Performer Name: Asteroid Bebe

she/her

Proper Title: Crown Princess Mihl’ah Tyr'ah,

Keyboardist/ rapper

sound engineer with Jax

Daughter of Empress Tyr'ahnee and Commander X2, cousins with Melvin

though polite and well-meaning, she is regularly impeded by her short temper (this has improved as she has found an outlet through thier music)

initially visited Earth as a culture study

she's perfectly content to chill on earth for the next century or two

tranlsate's their songs into Martian, giving them a LARGE fandom amongst the Martian Empire

Jacqueline “Jax” E Coyote

performer name: Sandy Lane

she/

9 string guitar/ lead vocals

sound engineer with Marcy

Writes most of the songs with Dakota

See Link^^^

protective over her bandmates, she's usually the one to tell people off if they are crossing a line

Tech's sister

Albums:

2769: Sour Candy (the love song/bittersweet album going over the highs and lows of a relationships)

Tug a War

Heart Murmurs

Eat it Too

Mind over Matter

(I love you, Lady!) Buh bye!

Ladies and Gents

Double Blind Date

My Demons are my Angels

rock cover of “Hello my Baby”

2770: Don’t worry, this is Just a Test (experimental album)

No Martian’s were Harmed in the Making of this Song

What is this thing?

Pliers and Wires (the diffusing bomb song)

Murphy’s Law (The Disaster Song)

Self Destruct Button

Never Have I Ever

Never again

Zap!

Gravity (thou art a heartless bitch)

No Sounds in Space

2772: Open Season (the angry album) 

Count the Teeth

Leash Laws (This Bitch Bites)

Playboy Bunnies (Bad Hare Day)

Bring back the Noise (I hope you Croak)

Four Digits are All I Need (to Slap You)

Swallowing Honeybees

Pelt on the Wall

Feather Duster 

Dynamite in my Piano

2773: Insurance won’t Cover This (direct callout to how the comet situation was addressed)

What’s up, Doc?

Second Skin

You wanna put what in my what?

Arm Cast

Scalpel to the Forehead

Surgery won’t fix This

The Bone Doctor

Empty Vase

Blow my Chest Clean Off

Hospital Fees

Freaks

2774: Highlighter Pack (dedicated to the Loonatics)

Comet 

Start your Engines 

Let’s Jet

On my Radar 

Eye of the Storm

TNT’s the New Ibuprofen 

Dodging Bullets, Throwing Stones

Lab Safety

Highlighter Pack

[dessertpanda]

A Shooting Star?

Tanjiro x FemReader (MasterList)

(AHH a request!! I hope this is to your liking haleychambers21845!!

Also, find all credit to Celestial Breathing kimetsu-no-yaiba-fanon.fandom.com/wiki/Breath_of_the_Celestial,

Warning: Violence, blood, fighting, and cursing)

The night was dark and cold, huddled together in the deep depths of a cave, Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu struggled to maintain a somewhat stable body temperature. "KAMABOCH I TOLD YOU RAIN WAS COMING" Inosuke roared, flaring his arms around in rage. "I'm sorry, I could smell it but that little bunny was hurt! I couldn't leave it in the cold" He looked down in shame, knowing the rain was close and still putting his friends at risk, "Ahh it's okay Tanjiro! without that bunny, I wouldn't have the privilege to cuddle with my beloved Nezuko!!!" Zenitsu sat, cuddling into the box where Nezuko was safely sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of the situation her beloved brother and friends were in. "STOP DOING THAT" Tanjiro yelled, tugging harshly on Zenitsu haori in an attempt to drag him away. There small bickering and fighting continued late into the night as the rain poured.

{Minnie time skip}

"ngh Inosuke go to sleep" Tanjiro groaned, he was still cold, wet, and tired, and Inosuke's pacing was not helping. "HOW!? I'M TRAPPED IN THIS TINNY FUCKEN CAVE AND..." As he huffed and raged. He was trapped and being the wild man he was hatted such a feeling. He ripped his boar mask off allowing the chill to reach his face. With his face free and ears out the soft tone of a hum was heard from somewhere beyond the entrance. "Do you hear that Kamabochi?". He was hesitant... the voice was so familiar yet so strange all at the same time. It only continued to increase in volume, and he could feel his rage slowly fading, as if like a siren the voice was calling him. "Inosuke? You okay?" Tanjiro panicked slightly as his once frustrated friend suddenly started drifting towards the cave entrance. "Nen, nen korori yo, Okorori yo. Bōya wa yoi koda, Nenneshina~ Bōya no omori wa, Doko e itta? Ano yama koete, sato e itta. Sato no miyage ni, nani morōta? Denden taiko ni, shō no fue." (translation ush-a-bye, Hush-a-bye! My good baby, Sleep! Where did my boy's babysitter go? Beyond that mountain, back to her home. As a souvenir from her home, what did you get? A toy drum and a sho flute. Edo Lullaby) The voice was soft and soothing as if it had been laced with honey. Sickenly sweet honey at that. "Inosuke... I can smell someone" Tanjiro warned, quickly getting up to follow the boy. "They smell of... Spider lilies..." It was a haunting sent, one often meaning death.. the sent of a demon. "INOSUKE!" Within a blink a sharp spark of blades clashing was seen in the confines of the dark cave. With his boar head back in place he stood swords pushing against what appeared to be a woman sporting the skull of a deer over her face with two large antlers and wielding two swords as well. While Inosuke where ragged and rough, her appeared to be smooth and perfect.

With swift and elegant movements, she swiped at the boy, quickly forcing him back a few feet before restocking her ground. "YOUR BITCH" Inosuke roared, he was tired of this already, her scent, her voice, her body... it was all too familiar.... it brought comfort and calm when he should be enraged by her attack. "INOSUKE" Tanjiro screamed... quickly drawing his blade to assist. "Inosuke?" her voice was soft and calm, words spoken above nothing but a whisper... but yet to him... it was as if she had screamed them. "Y/N?" faltering the slightest, Inosuke allowed his guard to slip... and finally, after so many months away from each other the two had been reunited. "HAHA Y/N!" He screamed pleased to hear hear her voice again. With quick haste and with no ill intent, Y/N allowed him to pick her up and spin her. "Ino," She breathed a sigh... being separated from her brother was hard, especially because she acted as an undercover Hashira to avoid any issues with the current ones. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" With ease, he began to carry her deeper into the cave... "Kamocho this is my little sister STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM HER" Inosuke yelled walking by the very confused boy.

-Minnie Time Skip-

"SISTER!?" Zenitsu screamed.. "another lunatic.... another Insouke... WHO HAS BOOBS!" He could feel blood trickle down his lips... "A female...." She was just as beautiful as her brother from her nose, to her soft hair, and her captivating eyes. Having removed her deer head she allowed her face to be completely exposed along with the small battle scars she had obtained over her time with the Org.  Now Inosuke wasn't very good at understanding people's emotions sometimes... however, when it came to his baby twin, he was suddenly an expert. He was aware she was pretty, having been told a face doesn't belong running through the forest, but she wanted to be with him, they were all the other had left. And he would die protecting that, "get your fucken eyes off!" he growled.... however, the boy didn't find him nearly as intimidating with his head resting in the girl's lap. And Y/N couldn't help but giggle at him... she was glad he had found friends, and if Inosuke trusted them then she would as well. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I am Y/N Hashibira" She spoke gently and smiled softly at the two boys. "Thank you for caring for my older brother.... he can be quite a handful!" She radiated calmness and purity, the complete opposite of Inosuke. Where he was dangerous and showed it, she was dangerous and hid it. "I'm Tanjiro Kamada" Sticking his hand to shake hers, only for it to be snapped at by Inosuke. "Grimy hands off!" With a sweat drop, Y/N stared down at him, "Ino, behave" Her voice was stern as if talking to a toddler. "You all seem exhausted," She noted his damp clothes and the sorrowful looks of the other two boys. "Sing us a song!" Inosuke was always demanding her to sing. She sounded just like their mother.... she remembered her voice but to Inosuke, the song was never sung by anyone else but Y/N. "Very well, since I love you so" She watched as he settled in, the other two following his lead. Watching with waiting eyes the three boys were completely consumed by her presents.

"Nen, nen korori yo, Okorori yo" she began, closing her eyes, allowing the melody to take over her mind. "Bōya wa yoi koda, Nenneshina~ Bōya no omori wa, Doko e itta?" She slowly swayed side to side, only peeking through her eyelashes to see her brother beginning to drift "Ano yama koete, sato e itta" Now carrying her gaze over to the other boy with bright yellow hair and what seemed to be a bamboo box he was holding close. She smiled at the sight, assuming that's where the so-called Demon sister sits. She had been warned by the Corp, specifically the Wind Hashira that if she made contact to kill her. However, within her short time here, seeing them all covered in blood and wounded but not a single reaction from the demon arouse she felt safe sticking to her morals and refusing to kill a harmless demon. "Ano yama koete, sato e itta. Sato no miyage ni, nani morōta? Denden taiko ni, shō no fue." As she came to a close, her eyes met bright red ones, still wide awake and filled with boyish wonder. "Tanjiro Kamada" She whispered under her breath, now maintaining eye contact with the boy. 

He had this cultivated smile on his face, for the first time in what seemed like forever he felt at peace. Safe? He wasn't sure but this woman right here... singing to him, them, he felt happy. He knew she knew about his sister, being such a high rank in the corp surely she must have, but yet she sat there, never questioning, never fearful of it. And never violent towards it. Nezuko was safe, and this women... he felt would ensure of it. "Motherly instinct" As if she was in his very mind. "That's what I like to call it..." She drifted her eyes from his and over to the box. "I don't kill child demons... unless necessary." She then cast her gaze back to her brother. "I also refuse to kill harmless demons... unless they beg me to" With a gentle swipe of her hand, it was as if the cave had been transformed into the star night "celestial breathing... special form Cosmic dream" Was this truly a breathing form... no but she loved this ability... allowing her to create a peaceful night during any condition.

"Beautiful" Tanjiro sighed, glancing up at the ceiling then back down to her. Her eyes reflected the stars, as if they belonged there... as if thats where they were taken from. "You're powerful... I can smell it" He didn't even think about how weird that sounded but she only smiled,

"Your heart beats pure" She smiled, still captivated by the night, but with slow movement, she brought her eyes back to him. "It's refreshing to find another that cares about what happens to these demons..." with the cutest head tilt, Tanjiro felt his heart squeeze at her adorableness. "I've always lived within nature's bounds... here on earth" taking a soft hand and running it across the dirt-ridden ground. "But then I started to wonder... what were the stars like? the space that is not bound by Earth's gravity?" She spoke of things, he could never understand, never even dream of it, and yet he believed every word she spoke.

"You are truly extraordinary!" He sighed leaning towards her, soaking up the calm and caring energy she radiated. It was as if he was floating in the air, with nothing holding him down. It wasn't sure how or why but he felt a connection to this girl, as if she was an angel or some or of deity to save him. A Celestial one could argue, but nonetheless, she smelt of nothing but power and compassion. Watching him, as he stared with his big red eyes, Y/N couldn't help the smallest hint of shyness. 

"You know... I think I might join you on your adventure" She whispered holding his gaze and smiling. "You fascinate me Tanjiro, and I'd like to see how far you can go" With a final stare down, neither could help the smallest tint of blush that coated their cheeks. "Yeah, I'd like to follow your journey"

(HELLO EVERYONE!!!! I'M SO SORRY FOR MY DISAPPEARANCE!!   It was a midterm week and ughh that was fun but HEYY I'm back) And To Be a Hero should get updated sometime this upcoming week!! I appreciate all your support and love and I love you guys SO PLEASE  HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT, DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL

[youre-amazing-say-it]

a request where tony and his wife, reader dropping their daughter to preschool for the first time. tony and reader ain't ready to let her go and they both cry.

We’re Good Parents

Pairing: Tony Stark x wife!reader

Warning: FLUFF

Taglist: @chrisevansdaughter @winter-soldier-vibes @dumb-fawkin-bitch @wndawtch

"COME ON DADDY!!" Morgan said as she pulled on your husband's hand. It was her first day of preschool today, and the only one excited was Morgan. "AH! Hold it right there munchkin," Tony said as he stopped moving, making Morgan halt with him.  Both you and Tony got onto your knees so you could talk to her.

"Now sweets, I know you are so excited about preschool, but let's make sure you have everything real quick. Do you have your lunchbox?" you asked your daughter. "Yep!" she squealed as she held up her spider man lunchbox, given to her by her best friend Peter Parker. 

“And what about the one stuff animal you are allowed to bring?” Tony asked giving her a questioning look. The smile on Morgan's face quickly faded as she lowered her head. “I brought more than one,” she said with a sad look. The two of you knew because her unicorn backpack was obviously too full for only snacks, coloring books, and an extra change of clothes. You took the backpack off her and unzipped it. 

Inside were her three favorite stuffed animals; a bear dressed up as Captain America, given to her by Steve. A small yellow Bunny named Sunshine that Bucky gave her, and then a small brown bear given to her by her parents when she was born. “Sweetheart,” Tony said as he brushed some hair out of her face, “you can only bring one.” Morgan sighed as she took the brown bear out of her backpack and clutched it tightly. “This one please,” she spoke quietly. You took the other two out of the backpack and set them on the ground quickly as you finished zipping up her backpack. Tony took the backpack from you and put it back on his daughter.

Morgan looked up and saw that her parent's eyes were getting teary. “Daddy? Mommy? Why are you sad?” She asked, not understanding how hard this was for the two of you. Your little baby was growing up so fast and it hurt so much to see her start branching out of the nest. “Um,” you chuckled as you wiped some tears from your face. “Don't worry about it, honey. Go inside and have so much fun today, okay? We’ll be back to pick you up at 3.” You leaned down to kiss your daughter's head, your husband following suit. 

“By Mommy! Bye Daddy!” Morgan shouted as you saw her light-up shoes enter the classroom. Tony and you just looked at each other before pulling into a tight hug. “She is growing up so fast,” Tony said as you felt his tears on your shoulders, with your ding the exact same as his shirt. “We knew this was coming but why is it so hard?” You quietly spoke. You let go of the embrace and intertwined your hands. “Because we are good parents, and I wouldn’t want to do this journey with anyone else,” he replied and he kissed your cheek. “I love you Stark” you responded as you leaned your head on his shoulder. “Love you sweet cheeks.”

[plothooksinc]

Tagged by @loadthebases

Turns out if I search by mentions I can find it immediately! I'm so clever. (And yet. I only just went "oh hey".)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

22! I am not as prolific as some-- a lot of these are one shots. |D And most of them are ancient.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

475,671!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The fandoms I write for that are published are Rurouni Kenshin, Final Fantasy VII, and TMNT '03, '07, and ROTTMNT. Unpublished I also have One Piece, Tiger & Bunny, SPN, FFXIV, annnd The Untamed, most of these just being snippets etc etc. (And then RP is another bag entirely, writing in a different format-- you can include Blade of the Immortal that way.)

4. Top five fics by kudos?

It was only recently I managed to clock the 1000 mark, and I did it on two fics at once, lmao. Uhhh--

Underdark - 1089!

No Rest For The Weary - ....1089. (You guys really are neck and neck still.)

The Zaibatsu Project - 291

Some Rest For The Weary. As A Treat. - 221

Snowblind - 174

Not altogether that bad, considering Ruroken is such a dead fandom these days. /o/

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yup. Unless someone is leaving a whole stream of one word OMG/!!!!/EEEK in which I'll probably just answer the last one they left. I did go through a very long period where I did not because I was too tired, but I started again around the 2020 mark when I actually started reading fanfiction again. And started engaging, etc etc.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I write angsty endings? :|a 404 File Not Found. I think the closest I got was the tiny ficlet I wrote for Ruroken which was just Kenshin being depressed in the rain after Tomoe's death, and I'm not sure that really counts. That was like three paragraphs of "well my life sucks" lmao. It never made it to AO3. (It's on ff dot net still, though.)

...OH. But I can tell you which one's going to have the angstiest ending and that's The Legacy. Which given the last chapter I had finished with Raph holding onto his dead not!girlfriend, I would assume most readers are not gonna be surprised by this fact. (File Soon* To Be Found.)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Idk man I tend to angle for happy endings in general, so that is very hard to answer as it comes under YMMV - people have different views of happy endings, after all. Probably Underdark as the most distinct "Yes, everything is okay now" ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nah, not really. I did have one serial reviewer that reviewed every chapter of Tanabata Jasmine back in the day with a lot of backhanded compliments and condescending comments? And one person who started off reviewing Misconduct with "well my friend told me to read this" and two chapters later said "okay I'm bored now bye", but none of this is hate. The only actual "hate" I got given was not actually ...for me? I don't think? It was someone who literally said: Why did you delete your slave fics? BITCH!! And I'm like... I have not now nor will i ever write... one of those...? So yeah. Think they mistook me for another author or something. Maybe Kikide. EH. Not my division.

9. Do you write smut?

Nah.

10. Craziest crossover?

Zaibatsu Project is a Rurouni Kenshin/Cyberpunk 2020 crossover, so that's taking all your 19th century samurai types and ditching them wholesale into 2029 Tokyo. It's fun. Maybe one day I will even write more of it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Outright? I don't think so. Buuut I've certainly had people ping me in the past to tell me someone's lifted a chunk of it wholesale or "they've written Snowblind, only with smut!" or there was one person who wrote a BNHA fic which followed the same plot of Underdark complete with dialogue borrowed directly from the fic. That last one I contacted the author and they apologised and offered to take the fic down and I told them they could keep it up provided they credit me for the inspiration somewhere. I'm sure by now some AI has scraped my stuff, but largely I write in fandoms that don't get lifted and sold like others do. And honestly, the above examples are more kinda flattering than anything else.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I believe most of my longer works have been translated into Russian, at the very least. I found Tanabata Jasmine back in the day being re-released onto a Russian forum site and I had a lot of fun translating the site to read responses (and laugh a bit at the machine translations because they kept telling me the readers were legless). Underdark has for sure. I've also found Snowblind.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I wrote a few pages of one with @shadowbends at one point! But we didn't get far in and we both got distracted with other projects. And I also wrote half a fic to set up the other half for an author, but she didn't end up going ahead. Alas. So.... kind of?

14. All time favourite ship?

I'm honestly not much of a shipper. I mean-- actually, I ship a lot of different pairings, but only kind of superficially for the most part? Like I really enjoy reading ships but I still vastly prefer gen. I will very rarely read an outright romance fic, there's gotta be a plot. (Or at the very least some interesting smut, god.) It's easier for me to point out ships that make me go UGH GOD NO rather than a preference. (In RP I'll ship a little more if the dynamics between our characters work out really well, but I still won't be crushed if nothing comes from it. This is a hard question for me to answer. I definitely don't have an all time favourite in this lukewarm pile of ships, that's for sure.)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Any of the WIPs that I have that I never bothered publishing have been abandoned. Anything I want to finish will get finished. It will just take some time. This is assuming I have a long life; I mean, if I'm scheduled to die, say, three years from now, the only thing that might get finished is Infinite Ricochet, lmao.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Action scenes! /o/ Pacing and tension. The most common review I get is from people vibrating from delighted stress, lmao.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Connective tissue. I can get really bogged down in getting from A to B. You can really see it in the early days of a fic where I'm still writing set up and wondering how to scale up realistically to the things I really want to write. Once everything starts going wrong, it gets much easier, rofl.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Depends on context. Like many I started writing fanfic at the time people tried to pepper as much Japanese into their dialogue as possible for realism or brownie points or whathaveyou - you can see that in my first fic on ff dot net lmaooo. Don't do this. Not unless you have a foreign phrase that just loses its flavour when translated through to English. Or, alternatively, when you actually have a non-English character who keeps dropping into their own language, or some try hard teenager who keeps trying to show off how much Spanish they know, as an example. There are always reasons to do so and reasons it will work. But if you're just going "LOOK AT THE WORDS I KNOW"... I recommend not doing so, you will look back years later and go "oh god".

19. First fandom you wrote in?

....look, technically the first fandom I wrote in was Inspector Gadget self insert fic. But I was nine so I feel I should not be judged. /cough

First time I sat down to write an actual story that was based off a show was for the old Defenders of the Earth cartoon while I was ...15? And then when I moved out my one sofa chair was surrounded by notepads as I wrote out my first 1987 TMNT fanfic. I didn't know it was called fanfic back then. In fact I didn't know anyone else did it at all and I was just weird. Please understand that when I got onto the web proper in the late 90s and found fanfic sites I was over the moon.

20. Favourite fic you've written?

It's gotta be Underdark. That thing is its own island by now. It's closely followed by the more recent There Is No Gravy, which much like Underdark wrote itself and also ended up far longer than I intended. It was just fun. It was a soft warm hug for the Rise fandom, okay, I love it.

Thank you! This was fun to reminisce about tbh. :D

I tag: @calliopechild, @radishhqueen, and @bobtheacorn ♥ No pressure, have at it if you like

* please note that the author's definition of soon may vary to yours. She has 13 year breaks between chapters sometimes, after all.

[akihabara-division03]

It was nighttime in the division of Akihabara, and Makina Setsukura was currently streaming to her fans as she had promised. All was going pretty well until all of a sudden, she got a notification for a challenge from someone by the gaming handle “ShadowSpider”. Never one to back down from a challenge, and with encouragement from her chat, Makina accepted the invitation.

Unbeknownst to the streamer, she had accepted an invitation not for a challenge but for something else. To Makina’s shock, a loud screeching noise came from her computer speakers while her screens glitched like hell flashing with all sorts of lights that the streamer had to cover her eyes at how she was getting blinded. Finally, her computer froze, no glitching or screaming for a second before completely turning black. It was just her computer that had turned off as Makina noticed all the other electronics in her room were dark as well. Leaving the birthday girl in complete darkness. Hold on, that couldn’t be right. There should be some sort of light somewhere.

Rising from her gaming chair, Makina took a peek out her window, and as far as she could tell, all of Akihabara was pitch black, a stark contrast to the usual colorful light of the anime and gaming hub. It was enough to raise the hairs on Makina’s arms. What the fuck was going on? Why was Makina now in a scene in a horror movie?

“Hahahaha!”

Makina jumped at the loud distorted laughter and quickly turned around to see her computer turning back on? Once again, it seemed to be glitching before to Makina’s surprise there on her computer screen was an adult male. He had messy dark blue hair with a deranged smile on his face, but the most prominent feature was his eyes. There were six each one a sharp piercing gray with black sclera and they were all staring at her.

“Happpy Birthdayyyyyy! Hahaha! Oh that was fucking great! The look on your damn face!” The stranger laughed.

“Who the hell are you?” Makina questioned.

“The bunny got fucking attitude does she? Fine. I go by a lot of names girlie. ShadowSpider. The Boogeyman of The Internet. Insane son of a bitch. Personally, just call me A.R.K simple and easy to damn remember. Now on to the main fucking agenda I was asked to give you a hell of a birthday surprise. Which I normally don’t fucking get to do so I’m gonna savor this. Anyway Screen Shot turn around and have a fucking Happy Birthday. My work here is done so bye bye little bunny.” A.R.K sharply smiled as he disappeared from the screen in front of said “little bunny”.

Makina, still a bit frozen from the experience, slowly turned, not sure what to expect, especially from someone like him.

Now, on her bed was a gift box, something that left her floored. There had been nothing there just a few moments ago. How had he managed to put that there? Especially without her noticing anything. Slowly approaching the gift box, Makina cautiously picked it up like it would explode on her. After nothing happened after a few moments, the lilac haired girl opened the box.

SPLAT!

Makina stumbled back a few steps before falling on her rear end. Harshly blinking, it took Makina a minute to process that she was now sitting on the floor. She was now covered head to toe in an eye searing shade of orange paint and that wasn't even the worst part as Makina blankly stared around her room or what wasn't of it after a good chunk of it was covered in the same ugly shade of orange. A loud buzzing noise pulled Makina from her stupor as she took out her phone to see she received a text message.

Happy Birthday, Screen Shot! Did you like the surprise? 😜

“Wha… what the hell happened here…?”

Anika stared at the mess that was the bedroom in her apartment, covered from floor to ceiling in orange paint.

Makina’s eye twitched.

She was sweating bullets.

Oh fuck, she’s pissed…

“U-um…Anika, look…” Makina stammered, going back and forth between speaking aloud and using sign language in a panicked manner. “Uh… so Edogawa got back at me even though that old hag Shinozaki started it…”

Anika, who had still not spoken a single word, slowly walked over to Makina, not at all bothered by the orange paint that was adhering to her foot and her prosthetic foot.

Oh, fuck, I’m so dead now…

“Hey, Makina…” Anika said quietly, extending a hand toward the smaller girl.

Makina’s breath hitched and she flinched, feeling Anika’s icy cold hand land on her shoulder.

“I normally tell you to not to entertain people who’ve wronged you, Makina… to be the bigger person…” Anika said slowly. “But maybe just because it’s your special day today, you and I could send a little thank-you gift back?”

Makina was at a loss for words. “Um… but that old hag’s birthday isn’t for another two weeks… so… we’d have to wait til then…”

“Hmmm~” Anika hummed. She pondered for a bit before beaming. “Okay, then! So how does this sound?”

Kaoru Shinozaki flopped onto her bed, her back hitting the mattress as she cackled hysterically. A.R.K had just shown Kaoru a recorded clip of Makina Setsukura being directly caught in the line of fire that was the explosive orange paint.

The chance to get back at the kid for her little glitter antic on her birthday the year before was just too good to pass up.

A.R.K laughed maniacally. “Ya should’ve been there! It was too good!”

Kaoru had no doubt about that. However, seeing this clip of the girl from the comfort of her own home was just as good.

“This calls for celebratory energy drinks!” Kaoru exclaimed, reaching for the unopened can of Monster that was on her bedside table.

Hearing the satisfying sound of the can being opened follows by the sound of effervescent bubbles, Kaoru took a single swig of her drink.

Hold on…

She paused.

Without much thought, she spat the drink right back out, the beverage that had just been in Kaoru’s mouth a second ago was launched right out, hitting A.R.K directly in the face.

Oh… oh fuck…

Anika snickered, turning her phone around so Makina could see the video that had just been forwarded to her.

It was a video of Kaoru spitting out her tampered energy drink right at her spider friend.

After the clip finished, a new text message had just pinged Anika’s phone.

Shian: “You’re welcome. Don’t have me doing stuff like this again.”

So Anika just told me to grab a bunch of random stuff and we made a drink with our sodastream and Red Bull, vinegar, salt, sriracha, pickle brine… that had to taste awful…

But now what I really wanna know…

“For a person like that smurf old hag, how’d you manage to sneak something into her house, let alone film something like this… where’d you hide a camera? Or did you have Shian somehow hack Kaoru Shinozaki’s computers?” Makina murmured, rewinding the video slightly to rewatch the clip of Kaoru directly spitting into her monstrous… monster’s face.

But Anika didn’t hear any of what Makina just said.

The deaf woman snickered. “So? We can do something small like this as a little thank-you before your birthday’s over. And then you can do something more grand when her birthday rolls around! So? You feeling a bit better?”

The corners of Makina’s lips curled into a tiny little smile. This woman, really… You wanted your own personal revenge, you just using my birthday as an excuse… well whatever, thanks to her, I’m feeling a whole lot better. She giggled softly as she pulled her vape mod from her clean jacket, bringing the mouthpiece to her mouth. “Auntie, you’re scary…” she said as she exhaled, a large cloud leaving her lips.

“You say that and yet you still don’t listen to a thing I say. Also, don’t smoke inside the apartment.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

Thanks for the gift! I think…?

[asteroidtroglodyte]

This town was built on muddy stilts

By the lunatic parade

It rains like revelations

Gonna wash these freaks away

Some girls wanna hold your hand

And some girls like to pray

Well my girl takes her drinks

With dust and rusty razor blades

As I lie between these covers

I wanna tell her that I love it

When she chokes me in the

Backseat of her riverboat 'cause

She's my man

And we got all the balls we need

When you taste that pavement

You're amazed

She smells your sympathy

So bye bye ladies

May the best queen hold the crown

For the most bush sold on the levee

My my, how word gets around

She strangles for a good time

And she kills my self-control

She's my man, don't be too sad sonny

'Cause she'll never be your woman no more

Someday soon, this dank lagoon's

Gonna sink right into hell

They'll hide you from big ida

At the sho' enough hotel

The ladies of the evening's just

A tombstone in your bed

Well my girl eats a wounded preacher

'Tween two loaves of bread

I know she's up to something

But how can I run when she's just

Keel-hauled twenty-one to nothing

I'll stay next to the steel coal oven 'cause

She's my man

And we got all the balls we need

When you taste that pavement

You're amazed

She smells your sympathy

So bye bye ladies

May the best queen hold the crown

For the most bush sold on the levee

My my, how word gets around

She strangles for a good time

And she kills my self-control

She's my man, don't be too sad sonny

'Cause she'll never be your woman no more

All you need's just a fist of a tear-stained bunny

When the good ship comes to town

Who said loves a bitch sit next to me honey

Because this old boat's gonna run aground

I don't want to be the burden

Or your jealous bastard

I don't wanna be the tarzan of your next epic disaster

She's my man

And we got all the balls we need

When you taste that pavement

You're amazed

She smells your sympathy

So bye bye ladies

May the best queen hold the crown

For the most bush sold on the levee

My my, how word gets around

She strangles for a good time

And she kills my self-control

She's my man, don't be too sad sonny

'Cause she'll never be your woman no more

She's my man, can't you feel her comin'

She's my man, she's gonna keep you runnin'

She's my man, she's gonna teach you something

She's my, she's my man

[xxdumbblondexx]

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8 - Have a good time, malyshka.

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“What's everyone’s next lesson?” Yanfei asked as you all crowded around a lunch table. She was throwing resource materials in her bag after tutoring Hu Tao all of lunch in hopes she doesn’t fail her next exam. “Double Music with José. He lets me do whatever I want so it’s kinda chill.” Venti answered, scoffing down the remains of everyone else's lunch. “Don't you have a house captain meeting after school?” Yoimiya asked, and visible wrinkles creased into Venti’s top brow. “Did you have to remind me?! Just thinking of being stuck in a room with the Shogun, Childe’s dildo and the Tsaritsa of all people makes me wanna barf.” “That may also be the vodka you're hiding in your metal water bottle.” Yanfei’s comment escaped her lips in a sigh as she forced her bag onto the empty seat beside her. “Don't snitch on me, slut!” “Xiangling’s already gone home?” I asked, turning attention away from Venti as he chugs down the rest of his ‘water’. “Yeah, said she’s gotta help her dad at the restaurant.” Yoimiya hoisted her bag onto her back and stretched. “See you later, I'm going to netball practice.” She waved a little as she turned her back and exited the canteen. We all said our bye’s as she disappeared out of the room. “I’ll be following them.” You continued as you dragged your bag off the floor and threw it over your shoulder. “Get a lesson?” Hu Tao asked, lifting her head from her note book where she was trying to physically force the revision into her head. “Nah. I’m done for the day.” “You know you don't have to stay for lunch if you don't have any lessons.” Yanfei reminded you as you collected your phone and lanyard from off the table. “Yeah but I always seem to miss things when I leave before lunch. Like when Xiangling decked a year seven for jumping the lunch line and Venti got stuck in the fold-away lunch table.” “It got stuck on my belt! Clearing the bitch wanted to fight.” Venti tried to defend but was soon silenced by Yanfei’s sharp tongue. “And the inanimate object won.” So he chose to take a chug from his water bottle again and pout. “Yep. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow.” “Byeeee.”

“Have a good time, malyshka.” Your dad’s last message laid on your mind, unable to move or leave. Yeah, having eight year olds running about really sounded like fun. Almost as fun as the ALS session waiting for you tomorrow. You thought about skipping it but you realised that by doing that, your parents would find out and somehow make this horrible situation even worse. It stung, honestly. They had never been harsh on you since you were a ‘delicate’ kid. Childe liked to say that was why you always got out of difficult situations. That Mum and dad were too frightened to be harsh with you since you might break. Like you were a glass doll. Clearly, that had changed. Clearly they didn't give a shit anymore because who cuts their own child off when they do bad in school? You had heard about it in movies and stuff but never expected it to become your reality. “I’m homeeee.” You didn’t need Teucer’s yell to announce his arrival. Him throwing the door into the wall was all you needed. You forced yourself off the sofa and to the entryway to find your younger brother kicking his shoes off in the doorway and a small girl behind him. “Hi Teucer.” You greeted him with a sigh, already feeling exhausted. “[Nameeeee]” He tackled you into a hug, jumping from space to space like a rabbit on acid. “[Name]! This is my friend Klee! Klee, this is my big sister [Name]!” You looked at the girl he dragged in, finding her undoubtedly adorable. Her cheeks were plush and pinchable, her hair was a sandy blonde with a red bunny pin in and her eyes were as big as the sky at twilight. Red sky at night, shepherds delight. “Hi! I’m Klee!” Your knees were bending before you noticed you’d crouched down to her height. “Nice to meet you, I’m [name].” Realising your weakness to this kid, you quickly pulled yourself up and away from her, looking in the direction of the kitchen. “How would you kids like to make some cookies with me?” That seemed like a good idea. Fill the children up on sugar and home that they tire themselves out or something. You could always made wee- NO! We don't drug kids. That sounds like a crime allegation that will definitely send you to prison. And anyway, you don't have access to that kinda stuff. Anyway, how difficult would it be to look after two little kids for a few hours?

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Hiyaaa

Just for everyone who's unformal with x's at the end of texts, they are just a term of endearment from family and friends. It's normal in the uk to receive them from like your parents and close friends and it doesn't really mean anything but that.

But if they are received from like a stranger or a person your 'talking to' it can also mean flirting.

Thanks for reading x

[sturnsstars]

Are you the person that send Bunni the rude ass message calling them a bitch? The account that sent it is only following your account AND has a similar username…

bye what no who is bunni i never text anyone on here😭 literally had the app deleted for like months i only have 1 acc

[yesyourstalker]

Mahi: so I got this really sick job at mall man. It's so cool! They have band merch, they sell discount tickets here It's so huge! We just started selling instruments. The owner is so chill. He's actually thinking of making me a store manager.

Warabi: holy shit you got a job at the mall and just now telling me!?

Mahi: you haven't been here in while, I was just-

Warabi: I'm on my fucking way bitch! You better give me a discount fucker!

Mahi: lol you can afford almost everything in here you dick!!!

30 minutes later

Warabi: holy shit this store is amazing!!! *Gasp* they have my bone shirt and oh my Cod figures from our last tour they even have ikkan that's rare! Holy fuck chirpy chips merch that's so fucking hard to find!!!! I have to get it. Mahhhhiiiiii! Why have you been hiding this place for me? Come here, give your best friend a hug!

Mahi: Warabi!!

Warabi: MAHI! my love! oh it's been so long! *kiss kiss kiss kiss* {platonically of course.......or not I don't know if you ship them or not so it's up to your own interpretation}

Mahi: Warabi get off me! hehehehe you're gross! How have you been?

Warabi: oh you know it's been good. It's been great actually. Diss-pair is currently on a seasonal hiatus right now. So I'm visiting the folks, traveling, getting some me time away from my male wife ikkan! My parents bought a yacht!

Mahi: I thought they already had a yacht?

Warabi: This is my own yacht! My personal yacht I'm going to call it S.S. Mashups! We sailed to sea salt shore last month! The water is so dense and salty you can jump in the without disintegrating, I'll take you next time I visit.

Mahi: you spoil me

Warabi: yeah I know....here I have pictures..... There's my mooom she just got a pet sea slug, she named him poppy seed!

Mahi: aww my boss sometimes bring in a sea bunny her name is nibbles she's so cute!! She would wander off and chew on the merchandise a lot tho.

Warabi: oh the funny ikkan has a sea bunny named nibbles! I think that might be a common name for sea bunnies. Ikkan's not that creative but you didn't hear that from me. Hehehe.... I'm joking. Don't tell people I said that.

Mahi: lol noted......that makes sense tho. It probably was ikkan's sea bunny. you should know my boss, Neta. He probably takes care of her when he's away. Hey Neta!! Guess Who's Here!

Warabi: Oh no no no.... it's ok- you don't-

Neta: it better be the new shipment of........oh.................. hey Warabi.

Warabi: hEy.......*cough*........ shit, hey Neta Uh ..... how are you doing?

Neta: I'm fine. Why are you here?

Warabi: that's -that's good to hear. I've been doing fin-

Neta: how's ikkan

Warabi: he's good.... he's doing good ............... uh this is your store? it's nice. I really like the colors you choose it's-

Neta: (leaves)

Warabi: ok........ it's nice seeing you!! ....I guess.....*sigh* still hates me

Mhai: what the fuck was that???

Warabi: *huff* It's complicated.... umm It's not a big deal he's always kind of treated me like that.

Mahi: ..........holy fuck! Ikkan's ass hole friend you told me about! it's my boss!? Oh my Cod! but he's so nice and cool! Why is he so mean to you?

Warabi: first off I never called him 'ikkan's asshole friend'. You call him that.

Mahi: That's how you described him.

Warabi: second off it's complicated

Mahi: is this like a jealousy situation- I mean. I know he and ikkan were a thing and you flirt with everyone.... so maybe he has the wrong idea-

Warabi: It's an octarian thing.............You wouldn't get it.

Mahi: Oh!.......oh........oh... ok.

Warabi: Don't worry about it really. What time do you get off?

Mahi: I clock out in an hour.

Warabi: That's great I'll just wander around the mall until you get off.

Mahi: ok cool...... bye....I'm sorry-

Warabi: bye!!!! *blows kiss*

Mahi: hey Neta?

Neta: yeah

Mahi: ........................................

Neta: Mahi what do you want?

Mahi: uhh.................... do you-............. do you know where the price scanner is?

Neta: in the drawer next to the register.

Mahi: ok

Neta: mahi

Mahi: yes?

Neta: I have no problem with you hanging out with your friends in my store during work hours. But certain friends are only allowed in my store on my days off. It's nothing against you, I just prefer them to be here when I'm not present. is that clear?

Mahi: yes.... I understand

Neta: ok

Mahi: (leaves)

Neta: asshole friend.... I'm not the asshole in this

Mahi belongs to @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

[chibi-pix]

Chibi watches V3D 18

Heyo, lovelies! Tis that time! Time for Voltron: The Third Dimension! And, uh, sorry for not doing one last night. Was doing other things, so I didn't get to the point to watch an episode. Oh well. But, here we are! An episode tonight! So, without further ado, let's go!

Yeah. Zarkon giving his speech in the beginning, it does not surprise me that he’s down for blaming the attack on the Voltron force. Though. Seeing Amalgamus turned into a game system, it amuses me.

Hah! That one judge is not buying Zarkon’s bullshit. Had Zarkon not given his quick lie and hung up on the guy, I’d have loved to see him be skeptical of that man.

Lance’s sass. “Oh us? Well, let’s see. I’m the Easter Bunny. And I’m here with Santa Clause and the Tooth Fairy.” His little comments just bring me great joy. I adore his attitude. And his quips with Keith. It amuses me. They’re like an old married couple at times. I love it.

Shooting the Revenge does wonders for Hunk’s morale. Me too, buddy. Me too.

Holy crow, the flashbacks of showing little Allura in a burnt out castle. Seeing her with pigtails threw me off, but. Well. I guess considering the era this was made? That was a common look for kiddos, huh? All the stuff these guys deal with and they doubt that Allura was seeing Queen Ariella and the lion spirits? Dudes! Didn’t y’all see Alfor before? Shut up and listen to your friend. This shit is real. And don’t gaslight her into thinking it was her imagination.

The team ready to use old ships against the Revenge. “But that’s a suicide mission.” “I know. We wanted to say good bye.” Dude. Don’t doubt old ass ships! Have more faith! Or say something a little better than that? Like, “If we die, at least we’ll die trying.” Or something! Jeez. Dramatic bitches.

Ten and a half minutes in. I’m gonna call it. The lion spirits probably go into the ships that the boys plan on piloting, forming them into the new lion ships. That feels so right. Okay, time to resume the episode.

“You said we had one more hour.” “I lied.” That’s no surprise. That’s all Lotor is full of. Lies.

Oh. I was wrong about my theory. The lions just… formed and came from their dens. I dunno about y’all, but I feel like the spirits inhabiting old ships and forming them to their will to be the lions again would have been SO much cooler.

All the enemy ships hitting Pidge, it looked like a freaking pinball game. It was amusing.

Hunk calling Pidge “Pidge-o” brings a smile to my face. We need more nicknames from Hunk. Even simple ones like that. It’s adorable how he addresses Pidge.

Oh. And Zarkon declared the Voltron force to be outlaws. Well, this is bound to get interesting.

Anyway, that's it for the night. Until next time!

[dark-kitten666]

🌸So this is just a personal blog of mine! (✿◠‿◠) 🌸

This is a safe space!!

‼️ If you don’t like thick bitches like me than bye! Exit, logout, delete. ‼️

🌸18+ some adult content, no minors please ಠ_ಠ🌸

🔥 420 bunny ٩(˘◡˘)۶

XOXO

[aouiaa]

the way i encourage this faggot to finish this. hehe, you’re welcome, guys. i still have to finish reading “maneater” which again you all should read. (i promise i’ll have the post ready someday, babe. 😿)

i genuinely love the lovesick trope, am i crazy? (don’t answer that) this author genuinely leaves me in awe, her work is amazing and i’m not just saying that because she’s amazing. no, it comes from a place of full honesty and love. :3

During lunchtime, she would eat the dino nuggets that her dad had meticulously prepared for her while sitting alone at the lunch table (being picky about food, she only ever had dino nuggets and was firmly convinced that regular nuggets did not taste as good).

what a cutie pootie. i do firmly believe she is this picky. shes the type to play with her dinosaur nuggets, making them fight and whoever loses gets eaten. 😭

Ever since you helped Ellie pick up the pencils she had accidentally dropped, she couldn’t help but notice your gentle and soft smile, and from that moment on, she found herself unable to take her eyes off you.

the gay awakening..

They kept teasing you, insinuating that you were more than just best friends. You were always around each other and touchy in ways that made them suspect that you were girlfriends. They noticed how you frequently held hands, hugged, and even kissed each other on the cheek.

us.

“Did she, or did I?” you giggled. Cat took a small step back, suddenly feeling creeped out by the way you were looking at her, almost as if you were planning to hurt her.

chat, is this a beta turning into alpha moment, or what?

Your best friend took the leap first, joining the soccer team, eager to break out of the monotony and possibly make new friends. She thrived there, quickly falling in love with the game’s intensity and the adrenaline that came with it.

stopppp, this is reminding me of the picture with joel and sarah…. in another universe, man. 😞

“Might have to kill half the school just for you,” She suddenly joked with a grin.

and she will!

“You’re doing great, beautiful,”

never beating the dating allegations (again, us..)

The drawing portrayed Amanda in a rather disturbing manner, physically harmed with a knife in her chest. The details of the drawing were quite graphic, and you could tell she had put a lot of effort and passion into it.

idk why i’m imagining this bc ellie is a good artist, but i’m picturing a little stick figure on the ground and the knife in its chest with the x’s for eyes and a horizontal “p” for the mouth.

“The bitch’s allergic to almonds,” Your eyes were fixed on Amanda, who was laughing with her friend. Ellie raised her brows at you, an amused smile appearing on her lips.

sealed her fate. lil bru is a goner LAUGHING OUT LOUD GUYS!!

“No blood, no traces, it’d be harder to get caught,” you explained, proving your point. It was logical and more calculative than her hypothesis.

“True but stabbing her to death seems funnier, I dunno.” She inhaled deeply, leaning back into her bench, her back pressed on the benches behind her. “Hearing them beg for mercy, scream in pain, and the look in their eyes…”

emanuela istg if it’s like “happy together.” (which everyone should go read, uhm!)

The girl who was grinding on you at Daniel’s party? Found dead the morning after.

OH MY GOD BYE the fact i asked you if ellie murders people for the reader and you said who knows. i’m so sigma for guessing it correctly. (i’m sorry… not really.)

Ellie took the bold step of enrolling in the same college as you. She even went as far as to choose the same major─Psychology─just to be in the same classes as you, ensuring that you both had the same schedule, did the same assignments, and even hung out with the same people. 

joe goldberg ahh mf

“I meant for Halloween parties. Last year, you were that damn sexy nurse. This year, it’s a tight dress. What’s next? A slutty bunny?”

ugh, ellie! you don’t get it! because in girl world—

Ellie let out a low chuckle from the doorway, fingers tapping lazily on the frame. “You’re gonna make me want to commit murder tonight,” she joked, eyes flicking over you as you leaned in closer to the mirror.

sigh… and she will.

Her breath hitched as you inched closer before coming to a halt. You smirked, tipping your head to the side. “Can I be your helpless victim?” you teased, catching her off guard with the unexpected line. Ellie’s face contorted into one of confused disbelief, and before you could hold it back, laughter escaped you at her expression.

YOU FAGGOT—i mean. you were edging us here.

“Looked more like she wanted to fuck you right there in front of everyone—in front of me.” She cast a glance back at the party, the girl long gone already. “Besides,” she added, “—you have me. I don’t see why you need her.” There was an ache in her tone as if she felt betrayed by your actions, a hidden desperation she was trying to keep under wraps. Couldn’t you see? She was right there, ready to be everything you needed, the one person who knew you better than anyone else.

was it causal when she killed for you? :,(

“You’re all I have.” As she spoke again, her eyes, which had been stern, took on a gentler expression, and you could sense vulnerability in her voice, suddenly yearning for ‘reassurance’. “I’m sorry for being rough. It’s just… seeing anyone else with you just… fuck, I don’t know why it pisses me off so much.” 

fag—i mean. gay—i mean. lesbian—I MEAN!

She knew it wasn’t normal to be so possessive of your best friend, no one acted this way toward their friends. So what was she supposed to do? Lock you up in a glass cage and never let you go?

would you guys believe me when i said emanuela has told me she would lock me in a glass cage (joe goldberg style) or no?

“Oh, what a shame,” she’d murmur, not a hint of genuine sympathy in her tone. 

“Guess this is what happens when you hoe around,” she’d remark, her voice steady, an almost imperceptible smirk ghosting her lips.

“Hm… sucks. ‘s not even her best picture,” she’d add, a detached sort of amusement glinting in her eyes.

BYE ELLIE DONT GIVE A FUCK 😭

“Told you he wasn’t the one for you, baby girl.” 

this, alone, impregnated me.

“Y’know, you were my gay awakening,”

CALLED IT.

“Hmmm-mmmh,” she hummed lazily in response, sounding almost like a low purr in your ear. Her hand rested on your bare thigh, squeezing gently, her touch delicate but firm. Heat pooled in your stomach almost instantly. “Always thinking of you when I touch myself.”

an average conversation between us. :3

and to answer her silent dilemma, yes, you were doing it on purpose. 

too real.

“What? Gonna kill me now?” you breathed, your words almost taunting, a faint smirk pulling at your lips as her eyes narrowed.

She tilted the knife against your throat but still put no pressure. You felt yourself leaning into it, letting the thrill course through you and that familiar excitement growing in your tummy. “Gonna make me?” she whispered

what is this faggotory?

The more she went on and on about the macabre details, the more it turned you on. She was taken aback by your enthusiasm and curiosity, the specific questions flowing from your lips with an unsettling calm that she struggled to comprehend. It was almost as if you were savoring every twisted word that came from her. She couldn’t wrap her head around how her dark confessions had led to this moment

a match made in hell, yall.

She’d killed for you, it was the least you could do. So, was romance really dead?

it’s easy to find a person who would die for you, but to kill for you? they just don’t make them like that anymore. *sad winky face*

“You’re not stupid enough to think I’d let you go so easily, right?” she repeated your earlier words, her voice low and dangerous as she lowered herself over you, your sweaty bodies pressing together. “Didn’t you wanna be my helpless victim, babe?”

HEHEHE

“But yeah, if you leave me I’m gonna tell on you.”

this is their new foreplay fr

“W-why…?” you choked on your own blood, the words barely audible but with the stillness of the room, they seemed to echo louder. 

HUH?!

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Allison screamed, her voice laced with disbelief, her eyes wide as she took a shaky step back.

my reaction fr bc what?!

Trying new things had definitely been the right move, and Ellie didn’t regret it for a second, because you were practically glowing. For the first time, you felt truly alive. It hit you then, just how much emptiness you’d been carrying all these years, how you’d learned to live with that hollow feeling. But this? This made you feel whole. Euphoric. Alive in every possible way.

cute little date idea!

“We’ve only watched the first Scream movie a hundred times together,”

“I only watched it because you were obsessed with it and I thought you were cute,”

AHHHHH YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE DELLIE!!! i love the reference :3

Her lips brushed against your ear, voice low and teasing. “You know what I'm really in the mood for?” Her hand slipped lower and lower until it was resting on your plush ass, giving it a suggestive squeeze.

You chuckled, pretending to think. “Pizza?”She let out a soft laugh.

“I was gonna say you, but…” She gave you that crooked, lopsided smile, shrugging playfully.

You snorted, “Oh, well, that too. I just didn’t know killing works up your appetite.”

oh to be happy and in love with a woman :(

Maybe she was right. You felt it deep down, a truth that clung to you. A match made in hell. And as long as you had her, you’d be more than fine

emanuela were so interlinked omg!!!! let’s touch each other (text me *kissy face* *kissy face*)

❝𝐎��𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝚰𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝚰𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑.❞

ghostface!bestfriend!ellie ✗ fem reader

❝𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝚰 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.❞

⚠︎︎︎.ᐟ ⌞warnings ⊹ cw⌝ ﹕ approx 20k words. (ik im sorry im always yapping too much.) headcanons!! mention of blood/murders, drugs usage. childhoodbestfriend!𝑒, perv!𝑒, ghostface!𝑒, switch!𝑒, v light knife play (𝑒!receiving+giving), handcuffing ghostface😊, oral/fingering, strap-on sex (r!receiving), extremely jealous/obsessive!𝑒, ellie gets off to eepy reader and they get off together on the couch yummyy... i think that's it?? ps ignore that ugly ass edited pic pls😭

.ᐟ.ᐟ ⌞author's note⌝ ﹕ this isn't like the movies, it's a 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 story. proofread by @sapphichotmess!!

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

˳·˖𖤐 During her childhood, Ellie had a stern and intimidating demeanor that unintentionally scared other kids away. They’d be too scared to approach her, let alone play or talk with her, which left her in solitude most of the time. She got used to playing by herself and spent her recess in the corner of the playground. During lunchtime, she would eat the dino nuggets that her dad had meticulously prepared for her while sitting alone at the lunch table (being picky about food, she only ever had dino nuggets and was firmly convinced that regular nuggets did not taste as good). She seemed to find solace in drawing and would spend hours sketching in her green notebook, lost in her world of imagination.

˳·˖𖤐 Maybe, just maybe, the kids’ fear toward Ellie wasn’t unmotivated. She loved to cause chaos and conflicts among the other kids. She would start small fights, encourage others to fight, push kids off swings, or even break their toys. Even more concerning was that she seemed to get a kick out of other people’s misery and would laugh at their distress and discomfort, which was why many feared and avoided being near her.

˳·˖𖤐 Joel would often find himself rushing to his daughter’s school, trying his best to convince the school officials that his sweet little girl could never do anything to hurt other kids. Despite being smart and quiet, Ellie would sometimes find herself in trouble for things she claimed she didn’t do. She always stood her ground, insisting that if she ever did start something, it was only because another child had done something to her first. And, of course, her father always believed her and would go to great lengths to defend his baby girl.

Once, Joel was called to the principal’s office. When he entered the room, he saw the principal sitting behind his desk, looking stern and serious. Joel's heart sank, he could sense something was off. “My daughter would n—” Joel tried to speak, but the principal cut him off without missing a beat. “The teacher saw her. She pushed Jason off the swing and kicked him,” the principal stated, his tone firm and authoritative. Joel's eyes immediately darted to his sweet little angel, who was crying and pouting, giving him doe eyes as she shook her head to dismiss all the accusations. “No, Dad, I didn’t, I swear. He hit me first,” she said, trying to defend herself. “Heard what she said? She didn’t do it.” Joel always fell for that little dotted face. He would still stand by his beliefs no matter what the teachers or other kids' parents said. His baby girl would never hurt anyone. He couldn’t imagine her doing anything wrong.

˳·˖𖤐 You were never really scared of her—the quiet, introverted girl. In fact, you were quite intrigued by her. She always seemed to be the odd one out, sitting in the corner of the classroom or standing far away across the playground, watching everything and everyone so intently. What really fascinated you about her was her attention to detail. She never missed a thing and could remember every single detail of everything, almost like she had a photographic memory or something. 

˳·˖𖤐 Ellie was fascinated with you. Ever since you helped Ellie pick up the pencils she had accidentally dropped, she couldn’t help but notice your gentle and soft smile, and from that moment on, she found herself unable to take her eyes off you. She’d just sit across the room, sipping on her apple juice box as she studied you curiously. To her, you were a delicate and pretty little girl, reminding her of a flower. She had always thought other kids weren’t as bright as her and weren’t good enough to be her friends, which led her to isolate herself from others. She thought of herself as better than everyone her age, and it was also why she would beat them up, finding them too stupid to put up with. But you were different. There was something about you that stood out to her, something that her childish brain couldn’t quite put a finger on. It wasn’t just your kindness, although that certainly played a big part in it. There was something more that made her feel like she wanted to be your friend, your close friend.

˳·˖𖤐 Even as a little kid, Ellie had always been a strategic and calculated person.

One day, she saw you playing in the sandbox and felt the urge to approach you, but she needed an excuse to do so. So, she concocted a plan. She told another kid that you had said something mean about him, knowing that he would confront you about it—Jason was a little of a troublemaker from what she noticed, so she was certain it would work. In fact, when the little boy confronted you, and you denied it, he quickly became angry and pushed you, causing you to fall into the sand. The sand got all over your beautiful frilly clothes, making you feel embarrassed and upset, your bottom lip wobbling. Ellie saw this as her chance to approach you and comfort you. She walked over to you and pushed the other kid, causing him to storm off. She quickly helped you up and offered you a slight smile, “You can’t let other kids treat you like that.” You nodded in agreement, grateful for her help, and threw yourself in her arms, hugging her tightly. “Thank you so much,” you uttered. She nodded and squeezed you, rubbing your back. “Maybe we can watch each other’s back from now on,” she suggested with a shy smile, the one that always fooled her dad as well. You were beyond ecstatic at her offer. You had long admired her from afar, and the idea of being friends with her was something you had dreamed of for a long time, but your shy nature had always caused you to keep to yourself. Even to you, she seemed smarter compared to other kids. “Can you be my friend?” you asked with a toothless grin on your face, batting your lashes at her. “Yes, I would love to,” followed by “Can I show you my dinosaur collection?” From that day on, you and Ellie became close friends, and her strategic and protective nature was always there to help you when you needed it.

˳·˖𖤐 You and Ellie have been inseparable, going through all the ups and downs of school and puberty together. She has been a constant source of support, always by your side through your best and worst days. You have shared countless memories and experiences over the years, and she has always been a true friend in every sense of the word. She was always there to protect you and stood up for both of you in any situation. You did everything together—you laughed, cried, and confided in each other like you were the only two people in the world. You shared all your first-time experiences, like getting drunk for the first time, going to parties, and even sneaking out of your house at night just to see her or hang out. Her father quickly became like a second dad to you, someone you could look up to and trust. You have always felt like a part of their small family, spending time together, sharing meals, and celebrating holidays with them. Your friendship has only grown stronger over the years.

˳·˖𖤐 During middle school, Ellie’s behavior remained consistent. Even in the new environment, she continued to find ways to get herself in trouble. She had a habit of talking back to teachers, getting into physical fights with other students, and arguing with pretty much everyone, almost as if she couldn’t contain herself; causing trouble was second nature to her. It was evident that she found pleasure in disrupting the peace wherever she went, which often landed her in serious trouble. Not that she cared, of course.

“Miss Williams, get your shoes off the desk. You are not at home, and you cannot do as you please,” The middle-aged teacher, who appeared to be in her late fifties, scolded her with a stern voice, her eyes narrowing with disapproval as she spoke. Her wrinkled forehead was furrowed with a frown, and her thin lips pursed tightly together. The teacher’s glasses, once perched on the bridge of her nose earlier, now hung from a chain around her neck as she continued to chastise the auburnette.

With a mischievous smirk on her face, the copper-brown-haired girl replied, “You can bet your wrinkled ass I’ll do as I please,” causing the whole class to erupt in laughter.

˳·˖𖤐 Ellie couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger when Cassie, a girl from math class, called you stupid. You were her best friend, and she couldn't bear the thought of someone insulting you like that. She wouldn’t let anyone walk all over you. So, that same day, she approached Cassie after class with a fake calm demeanor and explained that her comments were hurtful and disrespectful. She initially tried to remain ‘polite’ to make you happy, but the situation quickly escalated to a physical fight. Unfortunately, this resulted in Cassie ending up in the nurses’ office with a broken bone. But she couldn’t help it. She had to look out for you, and Cassie fucking deserved it.

˳·˖𖤐 It was always just you and Ellie hanging out together. Other kids weren’t allowed to join you. Everyone in your school thought of you two as weirdos, but you didn’t care, both preferring each other’s company over anyone else’s.

˳·˖𖤐 You spent everyday together, either at her place or yours. Homework, video games, comics, and movie marathons filled your time, but the one thing that truly brought you together was your shared obsession with horror movies. You’d watch a new one each day, feeding off the adrenaline of jump scares and twisted plots. Ellie seemed to devour every film, but her favorites were always the slasher flicks—especially the Scream series. The thrill of being scared out of your mind became your thing. Soon, though, it wasn’t just the horror movies that captivated Ellie. She developed a deep fascination for true crime documentaries, and afternoons blurred into nights as the two of you sat in her room, binging tales of real-life terror, lost in your macabre little world together. You both would sit there, transfixed, eyes glued to the horror playing out on the screen, completely enthralled by the spine-tingling and mysterious events unfolding before you. The chilling stories on the screen drew you in, and your fascination with the morbid and the inexplicable would lead you to spend countless hours online reading creepypastas. 

˳·˖𖤐 You were each other’s first kiss.

One Friday night, you went to Cassie’s house for a small party—yes, the same Cassie that Ellie beat up and broke her arm. You guessed she had invited Ellie to get on her good side, considering their last fight. The poor girl was tired of fearing Ellie, but Ellie didn’t like her one bit and never would. Your best friend was reluctant at the idea of being surrounded by too many people, but you convinced her to go with you, saying it might’ve been fun to do something different for once. They kept teasing you, insinuating that you were more than just best friends. You were always around each other and touchy in ways that made them suspect that you were girlfriends. They noticed how you frequently held hands, hugged, and even kissed each other on the cheek. So, during a truth-or-dare game, they dared you to kiss your best friend. You looked over at Ellie, feeling shy and uncertain. You were waiting for her to say something to stop you from going along with the dare, but to your surprise, she didn’t. In fact, she had a small smile on her face, which made you feel more nervous for some reason. Feeling hesitant, you finally mustered up the courage to ask her, “Can I kiss you?” Your cheeks heated up as you spoke. The freckled girl rolled her eyes, trying to make you feel like you were being dramatic, “It’s just a game.” Finally, you leaned in and gave her a soft peck on the lips. Everyone in the room giggled and clapped their hands, but you couldn’t shake off the feeling that something had changed between you and Ellie, yet neither of you dared to acknowledge it.

˳·˖𖤐 Ellie had always been very open about her attraction to girls. She never cared about what other classmates might have thought about her preferences. Even though they were not always accepting, they never dared to say anything negative to her face, fearing Ellie’s reaction to their comments. She openly rejected guys who showed interest in her, saying that she was not interested because she was a lesbian. Always commenting about pretty girls—and man, if that didn’t make you jealous. You’d often feel this intense jealousy inside you every time she talked to other girls or whenever other girls would approach her, even if she always rejected them, 99,9% of the time.

˳·˖𖤐 Why 99,9% and not 100%? Well, because another girl named Cat entered the picture. From the very start, it was clear that Cat was head over heels for Ellie, and how could you blame her? She’d blush every time Ellie glanced her way, always laughing obnoxiously at your best friend’s puns, even when they were terrible—and that was, like, all the time. She would also go out of her way to shower her with small gifts, all of which Ellie would accept with a sly grin that you found infuriating. She’d get her snacks and pass her cute little notes during classes, and the worst part was that your friend began to reciprocate Cat’s feelings, and the two of them grew even closer. You tried to accept their ‘friendship’ but found it increasingly difficult; watching them together became too much to bear, and you knew you had to take care of it. You never liked sharing, not even as a kid, so why start now with the most important person to you?

As the lesson dragged on, you grew more restless, your thoughts tangled in a knot of anxiety. You needed to have a little chat with Cat. Urgently. Unable to focus any longer, you raised your hand, asking the teacher if you could go to the toilet. When he gave you a nod in response, you hurried out of the classroom, your pulse quickening as you slipped through the quiet hallways. Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out a small Post-it note, your fingers trembling slightly as you scrawled a quick message:

“Meet me in the bathroom after third period. — Ellie :)  ”

You carefully folded the note and slid it into Cat's locker, hoping she would see it soon. The next few hours felt like an eternity. You kept checking the clock, counting down the minutes until the third period. Finally, the bell rang, and you made your way to the bathroom, hoping Cat would be there. As you entered the bathroom, you saw her standing there with a big smile. The same smile that faded in an instant as she saw you instead of the girl she liked. You greeted her with a mischievous grin and asked her if she was waiting for Ellie. “Yeah, she told me to come here after third period,” the raven-haired girl responded, looking puzzled. “Did she, or did I?” you giggled. Cat took a small step back, suddenly feeling creeped out by the way you were looking at her, almost as if you were planning to hurt her. You had never started fights in school or caused any sort of trouble, though Cat feared you. Maybe it was the endless rude comments you threw her way at any chance you got or the little things you did when Ellie wasn’t watching to make her feel threatened. “Is this some sick joke?” surprise flashed across her features before a more terrorized look replaced it. “Stop seeing her, don’t come near her, stop talking to her, don’t even look her way,” you demanded. Your tone was firm, almost possessive, as you stepped closer. She backed away with each step you took. “Wha-” Cat tried to speak, but you cut her off. “I catch you lookin’ at her again, I won’t be as nice.” you threatened. “I won’t—I’ll stop talking to her,” she stammered nervously, her voice trembling. A few sniffles escaped her before she ran off, mumbling her sorrys on her way out. “I hope you mean it.” She was already out of the bathroom, but you were sure she had heard you loud and clear. And you weren’t even gonna feel bad. She deserved it. How dare she come near the most important person in your life? What was she planning to do? Take her away from you? You sure as hell weren’t gonna let that happen.

˳·˖𖤐 Ellie was struggling to understand why Cat had suddenly started ignoring her like a deadly disease. It was almost perplexing that the brunette wouldn’t even look at her, and whenever Ellie tried to approach her to talk, Cat would leave the conversation abruptly, only briefly glancing over at her. It was particularly puzzling to the redhead as she could not recall any misunderstanding or disagreement between them that could have caused such a drastic change in Cat’s attitude towards her—for once, she was nice to someone who wasn’t you, and this was the result? She felt confused and soon enough began to harass the girl, making sure her life was a living hell at school. How dare Cat ignore her? She wasn’t even that smart or pretty. Ellie only ever liked the attention she'd get from her; she was there just to boost her ego, and now she was ignoring her?

˳·˖𖤐 As you both entered high school, you remained inseparable, sticking to the shadows for the first few years, trying to blend in and avoid unwanted attention. Neither of you joined clubs or sports teams, preferring to keep to yourselves and steer clear of socializing. But by junior year, the routine started to feel stifling, and restlessness set in. You both realized you wanted more—something bigger than just being on the sidelines. Your best friend took the leap first, joining the soccer team, eager to break out of the monotony and possibly make new friends. She thrived there, quickly falling in love with the game’s intensity and the adrenaline that came with it. She never lost that sense of superiority, though—deep down, she believed she was different, better than the people around her. She stood out, and she knew it. You, on the other hand, joined the cheerleaders team. Dancing and performing had always been a passion, and it seemed like a perfect way to get involved. But as you spent time with other girls, you couldn’t help but notice how wrapped up they were in things that felt trivial to you—obsessed with popularity, looks, and gossip. It was hard to feel like you fit in, knowing damn well you didn’t. While your best friend thrived on her sense of superiority, you were left feeling like an outsider, trapped in a group you didn’t belong in.

˳·˖𖤐 Ever since you joined the cheerleading team, you stood out from the crowd. Your undeniable beauty did not go unnoticed, and soon enough, boys began to show interest in you. Every week, a different guy would try to catch your attention, hoping to ask you out or make a move on you. But Ellie was fiercely protective of you, claiming that none of these guys were good enough for you, whether it was a potential friend or partner. She would always find a way to scare them away, making it clear that you weren’t interested, always there reminding you that you were way too amazing for all of them and that no one could ever understand you like she did, even if they tried. She did not want anyone she deemed unworthy of your time to come close to you, and you liked it that way. To you, that was your definition of love.

“—so he just fell in front of the whole class, he couldn’t even-” You were interrupted by the sound of your name being called from across the room. Your best friend was out sick, missing all the juicy details, but before you could finish the story and turn to see who it was, the auburn-haired girl beside you spun around first. Her brows knit together almost instantly, and you could see the flicker of jealousy in her eyes. Her expression darkened as she processed the moment, clearly thrown off by the sudden attention directed your way. A kid you knew from theater class was walking toward you with a nervous smile, carefully holding a flower, making sure not to prick himself on the sharp thorns of the beautiful red rose. “Hey, I just wanted to ask you if-” He didn’t even need to finish his sentence—she was already prepared to go off on him as if he’d just insulted her entire family. In reality, he hadn’t even noticed a fuming Ellie standing right beside you. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, eyes locked on him with an intensity that made you sure if looks could kill, he’d already be dead. You opened your mouth to say something, but Ellie quickly raised her hand in front of you, silencing you instantly. She was going to handle this, just like always. “What makes you think she would ever go out with a loser like you?” Ellie hurled venomous words his way, leaving the poor guy stuttering and stumbling over his response. His face flushed bright red as if all the blood had rushed to his cheeks. He stood there, frozen in shock, his mouth hanging open like a fish gasping for air. His eyes darted nervously between you and the girl at your side, clearly unsure what to do next. He swallowed hard, struggling to find the right words to express himself, his expression desperate as if he was silently begging for a reaction from you, anything. But before he could even get a syllable out, Ellie cut him off again, shutting him down before he could speak. “Heard what I said? She is not interested,” she repeated, but this time, her voice was tinged with impatience. “I’m sorry, I just—take this.” He handed you the flower, looking utterly defeated. As soon as it was in your hands, he turned around and walked away hastily, like a puppy with its tail tucked between its legs. She watched the guy walk away, her leaf-hued eyes fixed on him, unwilling to let go of the sight. Her face was slightly scrunched up in annoyance, her mind clearly racing with thoughts as she seemed lost in her world. After a while, she finally tore her gaze away from him and glanced at you briefly as if snapping back to reality. She let out a small ‘tssssk’ under her breath, trying to collect herself and shake off the jealousy lingering in the pit of her stomach. “Jesus, El. You’re evil,” You let out a small giggle and brought your hand to your mouth to cover it up. “Might have to kill half the school just for you,” She suddenly joked with a grin. She snatched the rose out of your hand and threw it on the floor forcefully. Red petals scattered on the ground as you both continued walking. Ellie made sure to stomp on the flower. She always had a very dark humor, which sometimes left you wondering if she meant any of what she said. She always spoke in such a serious tone, but maybe it was just her sarcasm being that way. Her words were often laced with a hidden meaning, and she had a way of making you question your interpretations, but you laughed at her joke anyway.

˳·˖𖤐 So, were you surprised when a few students started going missing? 

˳·˖𖤐 The leader of the cheerleaders that always gave you a hard time? Gone.

˳·˖𖤐 Ellie was your biggest fan, always showing up to watch your cheerleading practices.  Manspreading on the benches, her gaze never left you, not daring to miss a single move. The sight of you, all sweaty with wisps of hair escaping your ponytail, only made you look cuter in her eyes. She loved seeing you in that little cheerleader uniform. Whenever you smiled and glanced at her, her heart would thunder in her chest. It was as if her whole world revolved around those fleeting glances and spontaneous smiles you’d throw her way. You were awfully adorable.

What Ellie found far less adorable was how the head cheerleader constantly picked on you, always putting you down. What frustrated her even more was that you just let it happen. In her mind, Amanda wasn’t better than you—no one could even come close to you. To Ellie, you were perfect, and she wished you could see it too. When she saw you walking toward her, she quickly set aside the leather-bound journal she had been scribbling in, placing it on the empty spot next to her as she greeted you with a warm smile.

“You’re doing great, beautiful,” She turned to grab her backpack, which had been thrown carelessly on the empty benches behind her. Her tattooed arm reached inside the already unzipped, worn-out bag. “Yeah, you say that, like, every single time.” You sat on the bench next to her, sweat beading on your forehead as you let out a slight huff, feeling winded after your practice. “‘s true though.” She pulled out a small towel and handed it to you with a gentle smile. She was always considerate, constantly looking out for you and ensuring you were taken care of. She expressed her love for you through these little gestures, like bringing things she thought you might need in her green backpack. Her obsession with you was apparent in how she hovered over you, but you couldn't deny that it was comforting to have someone care for you so deeply. That was love—real love—and you had never experienced that from anyone else.

“Goood, you’re so perfect,” you accepted the towel from her outstretched hand and began to pat your forehead, feeling some relief from the heat. But a little towel wasn’t the only thing she brought for you—she also handed you a refreshing bottle of water to quench your thirst and a cherry-flavored lollipop as a little treat. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of that beloved childhood candy in your hand. A soft smile spread across her lips when your words reached her ears, and she looked away, her gaze drifting toward the horizon. Her shoulders lifted ever so slightly in a subtle shrug, “Oh, I know” her elbows propped up on her knees as she leaned forward. She was deep in thought, and her hands were intertwined. You took a few sips of your water and unwrapped a lollipop, both of you fell silent, completely focused on watching Amanda, who was the target of Ellie's intense gaze, she was studying her. “She’s a bitch” the freckled girl next to you muttered under her breath. You hummed in agreement, savoring the sugary goodness. “Why do you even let her speak to you that way?” she shook her head in disapproval, you could feel her gaze on you even if you weren't looking at her. “What do you want me to do? She’s the leader, El. She’ll throw me out of the team if I confront her.” You reached up to your mouth and pulled the lollipop out with a loud smack noise, feeling a sense of defeat wash over you. Ellie expressed her disagreement with a small scoff that barely registered on her plump lips, almost imperceptible. She picked up her journal once again and resumed whatever she was doing, and the silence between the two of you fell once again, punctuated only by the sound of the pencil scratching across the page. When you looked down at her journal, you couldn’t help but notice a drawing she was making of Amanda. The drawing portrayed Amanda in a rather disturbing manner, physically harmed with a knife in her chest. The details of the drawing were quite graphic, and you could tell she had put a lot of effort and passion into it. “Oh, well...that's detailed,” you commented, still sucking on your lollipop, savoring the sweet taste in your mouth. You noticed a small curl of her lips as if she felt proud of her drawing skills. “But that’d be too messy,” you added, her head shot up to look at you. “Yeah? How would you do it then?” she asked, almost challenging you to come up with a better idea for the hypothetical scenario. “The bitch’s allergic to almonds,” Your eyes were fixed on Amanda, who was laughing with her friend. Ellie raised her brows at you, an amused smile appearing on her lips. “That’s it? A good ol’ accidental allergy reaction? Where’s the fun in that?” you shrugged at her words. “No blood, no traces, it’d be harder to get caught,” you explained, proving your point. It was logical and more calculative than her hypothesis. “True but stabbing her to death seems funnier, I dunno.” She inhaled deeply, leaning back into her bench, her back pressed on the benches behind her. “Hearing them beg for mercy, scream in pain, and the look in their eyes…” She went on, entirely absorbed in her twisted narration. As she spoke, the details grew darker and more grotesque with each word. You watched her, bewildered, struggling to tell if this was still just a “what if” game. When Ellie finally realized you hadn’t responded, she looked over at you—the familiar warmth in her eyes had drained away, leaving something sharper, emptier, a chill that made you feel as though you were staring into someone else entirely.

“And where would you hide the body?” you asked.

She smiled sadistically, almost as if she already had an answer ready for that question. “I know the perfect place for that kind of thing.” she put down her journal, her emeralds back on you as she told you about the place she had in mind. “No one would ever look there,” You agreed, giving her a nod, the cherry taste of the candy lingering as you let the sweetness melt off your tongue, an amused grin playing at the corners of your mouth. The plan was actually well-thought-out—impressively so.

“I told you,” she said softly, her gaze darted between your lips and the lollipop. “Oh? Want some?” you teased, holding the lollipop just a breath away from her. Slowly, you edged the glistening, saliva-coated candy toward her, and she parted her lips, wrapping them around it, savoring the artificial cherry taste with a quiet hum of satisfaction. Her fingers replaced yours on the stick, her fingertips brushing lightly over yours, lingering just a little too long. She held your gaze, her eyes softened, almost entranced, though the depth of that look was something you couldn’t quite place. In reality, she was gazing at you enamored, her pupils wide open, but you were completely oblivious to her feelings and failed to pick up on her infatuation. Shortly after that day, Amanda was gone. Disappeared into thin air, nowhere to be found. You knew it wasn’t adding up, especially when you asked Ellie about it. She’d be so nonchalant, like she had nothing to do with her it. But you knew she was lying. Did you care about that stupid cunt being gone? Absolutely not. You soon became the leader of the cheerleaders, and everyone looked up to you.

˳·˖𖤐 The girl who was grinding on you at Daniel’s party? Found dead the morning after.

˳·˖𖤐 The first few months of college had set in, and you were already drowning in a sea of assignments and deadlines, feeling overwhelmed and stressed out. To stay close to you, Ellie took the bold step of enrolling in the same college as you. She even went as far as to choose the same major─Psychology─just to be in the same classes as you, ensuring that you both had the same schedule, did the same assignments, and even hung out with the same people. 

˳·˖𖤐 It was ironic, really, how someone as anti-social and apathetic as her would pursue a field that involved studying human behavior and emotions. But she did it anyway because the mere thought of being away from you for even a second was unbearable to her. She didn’t want anyone else to get closer to you or share the dorm with you, so she followed you and moved in with you because no one could take care of you better than her. You both decided to get an apartment together to share the bills and responsibilities of living independently. Your parents were more than willing to support you financially, making sure that you had everything you needed for college and the apartment. You were attached by the hip, and wherever you went, she was there with you, and whenever she wasn't, you became nervous and anxious, wondering what she was doing and if everything was okay. It was as if you had become too dependent on her, and the thought of being alone scared you. But the dependency was mutual; she needed you just as much as you needed her.

˳·˖𖤐 Ellie was not a fan of parties and preferred staying home, indulging in horror movies while getting high with you. However, when you told her about Daniel’s Halloween party, she knew she had to accompany you to ensure your safety and protect you from any potential creeps. You had been eagerly waiting for Halloween, your favorite holiday, and Ellie didn't want you to miss the opportunity to dress up and have a good time. Despite her initial reluctance, she was somewhat excited, not for the party itself but because she finally had a reason to wear the ghostface costume that had been sitting in her closet, untouched and unused. 

Ellie was already ready, her costume simple but somehow annoyingly perfect—but that was the price that came with being effortlessly beautiful—and her Ghostface mask thrown lazily on her shoulder. She stood at the bathroom entrance, arms crossed, eyes unwavering as they followed you. You slipped into the tight black dress, pulling it into place with a little struggle as it hugged every curve. You, on the other side, loved taking care of every little detail of your makeup and costume, ensuring your appearance was always on point. “I hate these things,” she muttered under her breath, brow furrowed, though her gaze was anything but annoyed as it lingered on your body. With her hip pressed against the doorframe, she watched as you adjusted the neckline, her head tilted to the side, eyes scrutinizing each inch of skin exposed. “Why’d you have to pick something so revealing?” she asked, voice low, almost a grumble. You sighed, rolling your eyes playfully. “It’s Halloween, Ellie,” you huffed out, “I can wear whatever I want. Don't be such a buzz kill.” “I meant for Halloween parties. Last year, you were that damn sexy nurse. This year, it’s a tight dress. What’s next? A slutty bunny?” the freckled girl quipped, her lips curling up into a wry smile as she raised an eyebrow at you, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She let out a light chuckle, the sound echoing softly in the small bathroom. “And you’re here complaining,” you retorted with a mischievous grin as you reached for your high heels and effortlessly slid your feet into them. You took a few confident steps towards her, giving her a complete view of your stylish outfit. Her eyes roamed up and down your body. Your dress hugged every curve, revealing just enough skin to accentuate her drool. She licked her lips, imagining what she could do with you in that skimpy outfit, but she had to keep her hands to herself, unfortunately.  “You look fucking amazing.” 

You gave her a soft smile, turning toward the mirror and reaching for your makeup bag on the countertop. “Just need to fix my makeup, and we’re all set,” you informed her, pulling out your favorite berry pink gloss and a tube of mascara, both essentials for tonight. Ellie let out a low chuckle from the doorway, fingers tapping lazily on the frame. “You’re gonna make me want to commit murder tonight,” she joked, eyes flicking over you as you leaned in closer to the mirror. Without looking away from your reflection, you rolled your eyes, your long lashes nearly brushing against your brows. “Oh, shut up. You’ll survive,” you replied, carefully gliding the gloss over your lips. She sighed, tipping her head back against the doorframe. “Honestly, I don’t know why we’re even going. It’s gonna be full of drunk assholes, all crowding around like moths.” “C’mon, El, it’s gonna be fun,” you insisted, catching her eye in the mirror. She rolled her eyes, exhaling dramatically. “Oh, yeah, can’t wait to watch people hitting on you,” she drawled, her voice heavy with sarcasm. You snorted, giving her a smirk as you grabbed your mascara. “Well, thank God I’ll have you by my side, scaring them all away.” “Damn right,” she shot back, and you both chuckled. Finishing up, you turned on your heels to face her, your eyes locking with hers. The two of you were only inches apart now, close enough to share each unspoken word in the air between you. “So, what do you think? How do I look?” you questioned, seeking her approval, though you knew the answer already. Ellie’s gaze drifted over you, her lips twitching into a scoff. “You already know you look hot,” she murmured, unable to hide a small smirk. She seemed momentarily lost as she looked at you, her green eyes flitting from your lips to your eyes, drawn in despite herself. You felt a pulse of satisfaction at her reaction, the way her attention lingered on you. “Ellie…” you murmured, leaning a bit closer, your voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. She licked her lips almost instinctively, her gaze dropping to your glossy ones, and the air between you grew thick, the energy snapping with tension. “...Yeah?” she breathed, her voice barely audible. Her breath hitched as you inched closer before coming to a halt. You smirked, tipping your head to the side. “Can I be your helpless victim?” you teased, catching her off guard with the unexpected line. Ellie’s face contorted into one of confused disbelief, and before you could hold it back, laughter escaped you at her expression. In response, she gave your shoulder a playful shove, rolling her eyes as she fought a smile. “Fuck you,” she groaned, a hint of laughter in her voice, and she ducked out of the bathroom, completely flustered, leaving you grinning after her.

When you arrived at the party, your best friend was glued to your side. She didn’t want you to be alone for even a moment, telling you that she’d stay sober to keep an eye on you in case you decided to drink. However, despite her best efforts, she lost track of you for just a few minutes. When she finally found you, she swore she felt her whole organs sink. You were dancing with a girl. Everything seemed to slow down, and jealousy and pure rage quickly built up inside her as she registered that girl’s hands guiding your hips as she ground on your ass and her lips devoured your neck. When your gaze met hers, you couldn’t help but notice the striking green color of her eyes had turned into an intense, almost ominous shade. Her jaw was tightly clenched, and you could feel a sense of discomfort creeping up on you. It was like you had crossed an invisible line and were now doing something you shouldn’t do. Almost instinctively, you pushed the girl off of you, and before you could give the drunken girl an explanation, Ellie was already walking toward you.

“We’re going back home,” She spoke with a harsh, demanding tone. She grabbed your wrist tightly and forcefully pulled you away from the girl you were dancing with. You didn't even have a chance to say goodbye or explain the situation as she dragged you away.

“Why are you acting like this? Can’t I make friends?” Your words were slightly slurred, the tipsiness settling in as you tried to pull your wrist from her grip, but Ellie’s hold was firm. You didn’t want to leave the party yet; the night had just started and had been so much fun, and her urgency to get you out only made disappointment grow. The music and chatter gradually faded as she dragged you both toward the exit.

“Didn’t look like a friend to me,” she muttered, voice sharp with an edge that cut through your drunk haze. “Looked more like she wanted to fuck you right there in front of everyone—in front of me.” She cast a glance back at the party, the girl long gone already. “Besides,” she added, “—you have me. I don’t see why you need her.” There was an ache in her tone as if she felt betrayed by your actions, a hidden desperation she was trying to keep under wraps. Couldn’t you see? She was right there, ready to be everything you needed, the one person who knew you better than anyone else. You narrowed your eyes, pushing her, testing her. “So what if she did want to fuck me? What are you, my girlfriend?” The words came out in a perfectly thought-out taunt to poke the emotions she preferred to keep hidden under the surface. You couldn’t deny that you’d thought about it too—what it would be like to actually be with her. Her green eyes darkened, shifting from their usual warmth to something intense and possessive, jealousy sparking in the depths. It was rare for you both to argue, but this time it felt like there was something deeper brewing beneath the surface, something that had been sitting there gathering dust, waiting for the right moment to bubble out like scorching lava. There was a palpable tension in the air, more-than-friendly feelings in your eyes. Even a fool would’ve been able to see the unspoken feelings and desires that neither of you could express aloud. Perhaps it was the fear of rejection or the uncertainty of how the other person felt kept you both from taking that step. “I just don’t want you getting hurt or taken advantage of.” She lied, her words sharp, unyielding, and tone laced with frustration and anger. That wasn’t a complete lie, but it was still not the whole truth. She took a slow, deep breath to calm herself down. Gradually, her tense body relaxed, and her previously sharp tone softened. “You’re all I have.” As she spoke again, her eyes, which had been stern, took on a gentler expression, and you could sense vulnerability in her voice, suddenly yearning for ‘reassurance’. “I’m sorry for being rough. It’s just… seeing anyone else with you just… fuck, I don’t know why it pisses me off so much.”  Ellie wanted you to believe she was reacting out of fear because she didn’t want to lose you. But her motives were more complex than that. While it was true that she was afraid of losing you, her actions were purely driven by a sense of selfishness. She strongly believed that you were meant to be together and that it was only a matter of time until you realized she was the one for you. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “No one could ever replace you, and I hope you know that.” With a gentle tug of her costume, you pulled her close. Your arms wrapped tightly around her, and you could feel the weight of her body press against yours as she leaned into you. As you held her, you could feel the tension slowly start to melt away, replaced by a familiar sense of safety that usually came with being in her arms. “No, you’re right. I’m not your girlfriend, you can do whatever you want—fuck whoever you want.” Her voice quivered with hesitation, and her heart felt like it was weighed down by a heavy burden. She almost sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than anything, the words tasting sour on her tongue. She knew it wasn’t normal to be so possessive of your best friend, no one acted this way toward their friends. So what was she supposed to do? Lock you up in a glass cage and never let you go? Although the idea was tempting she knew she had to set you free─free enough to find someone at least, even if it felt extremely wrong. What were the chances it would last?

˳·˖𖤐 Despite her promise to let you go, to let you be with whoever you wanted, the girl you’d danced with that night was found dead the following day, her body left in a state so brutal it was as if every ounce of someone’s anger had been carved into her. The pieces didn’t quite fit, but you couldn’t bring yourself to confront it—not yet. Maybe it was all just a coincidence, a horrible coincidence.

˳·˖𖤐 And yet, every time the news flashed across the screen or a passing conversation brought it up, her casual comments made your blood run cold.

“Oh, what a shame,” she’d murmur, not a hint of genuine sympathy in her tone.  “Guess this is what happens when you hoe around,” she’d remark, her voice steady, an almost imperceptible smirk ghosting her lips. “Hm… sucks. ‘s not even her best picture,” she’d add, a detached sort of amusement glinting in her eyes.

˳·˖𖤐 When you tried to confront her and ask questions that had been gnawing at your mind, her responses were so calm—too calm, too controlled. Her voice was smooth as she answered, almost as if rehearsed as she tried to make you feel ridiculous for even asking.

“I was with you last night. What are you implying?” she’d say, her tone just soft enough to make you question yourself. “You sound crazy right now,” she’d whisper, eyebrows raised in concern. “Maybe all these murders going on are messing with your head.”

With every word, she seemed to pull you deeper into self-doubt, her gaze softening, her voice laced with an almost painful sweetness. “Are you listening to yourself right now? I love you, but… you’re scaring me. You’re being paranoid.”

˳·˖𖤐 Her words lingered, a shadow in your mind until you couldn’t tell if it was your sanity or hers that was starting to slip.

˳·˖𖤐 The third person to disappear into thin air was your boyfriend.

˳·˖𖤐 Shortly after that heated argument with your best friend, you got into your first relationship. She gave you a little more freedom to talk to people, to socialize, but her jealousy flared whenever she saw you with him—or anyone else, for that matter.

God, why him? she’d ask herself, the question gnawing at her each time she saw the two of you together. He wasn’t exceptionally bright, his style was awful, and, to her, he wasn’t even remotely attractive. Whenever he was around, she’d mock him or throw out casual, biting jokes. She always seemed to be the only one laughing. Strangely enough, her snide remarks never fazed him—he never seemed intimidated by her like other guys who quickly fell away, discouraged or unnerved after a few seconds of her scrutiny. But not him. He stuck around, seemingly immune to her attempts to chase him off. So she took care of him. You were left with nothing but a single message, his name lighting up your screen in a sudden, unexpected end. He said he had to break things off because he was moving out of town, needing a “clean break,” a “fresh start.” The words felt hollow, calculated, and as you read through the message, your emotions twisted—hurt, anger, betrayal, all swirling within you. It was your first relationship, and he had chosen to end it over a text message without any explanation or warning. You felt like you meant nothing to him, and the fact that he disappeared from your life without as much as a goodbye added insult to injury. You were upset, not because you were particularly in love with him, but because you hated the feeling of being rejected. You had always been in control, the one rejecting people, so it was a blow to your ego to be on the receiving end of a breakup. 

˳·˖𖤐 Ellie, of course, had been there for you, providing support and care during this difficult time. She had to be here, because what kind of friend would she be if she wasn't there for you for something she had caused?

She squeezed you tighter, those strong, toned arms wrapping around you with an unbreakable and relentless grip. Her breath was hot on your neck as she murmured against your ear, lips grazing your skin with a smug smirk. “I told you this would happen,” she’d mutter, words slipping out with that intoxicating blend of annoyance and affection. She’d let her slender, cold fingers trace your spine in a way that left a shiver behind, and her hand would possessively rest on the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer. “No one—no one will ever love you like I do. No one knows you like this. He could never do what I can.” “You should’ve known better, angel.” There was a dark satisfaction in her voice, almost sounding like she was taunting you, leaning in just close enough for you to feel the heat of every word against your flesh. “Told you he wasn’t the one for you, baby girl.” 

˳·˖𖤐 Not only did Ellie ensure that your boyfriend would never come anywhere near you, but now she seemed to be spending more time than ever clinging close to you, cuddling with you, and sharing the bed with you—all under the guise of offering you comfort. 

˳·˖𖤐 Your friendship had always been intense and boundaryless, it had never been anything but healthy. And it had always been increasingly clear to anyone looking in from the outside that your relationship was more than platonic. Ellie had always been obsessed with you, and her love for you had bordered on devotion. But while others could see this, you remained oblivious to her true feelings, always wondering if she liked you back.

˳·˖𖤐 And that’s when things started to change. Maybe it was the fact that you now lived together and got to spend every second with each other, or maybe it was the fact that your stupid boyfriend was out of the picture─you weren’t sure, but you didn’t mind, and neither did she. Slowly, it was back to just you and her again. Your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, and there were no other distractions. It was just the two of you like it always used to be.

You were leaning back on the couch, a joint held between your lips, your eyes heavy and red as you focused on the big TV in front of you. It was Friday night, a time when everyone else would usually go out, but for you, it only meant one thing: movie night with Ellie. The living room was dark, except for the light cast from the TV, making your faces glow in the darkness. You let out a throaty chuckle, taking another hit before sinking deeper into the couch and passing the joint back to her. You were rambling about random stuff as the movie went on, just filling in the background noise at first. Neither of you was really focused on the movie, too high to pay attention to what was happening on the screen. Your mind was wandering to other places, and it was easy to lose track of the scenes as they unfolded.  But then, a steamy scene suddenly caught both of your attention. You could feel the heat rising from the joint and maybe something else; the smoke filling your lungs and a fuzzy feeling spread throughout your body, filling you with a sense of relaxation and mellow contentment. But there was still a tiny fluttering sensation in your stomach, even though you knew it shouldn't be there. It was a strange feeling, like a soft and unexpected rush of excitement, and it made you feel both giddy and nervous all at once. As you watched the steamy scene playing out in front of your eyes, you caught a glimpse of Ellie licking her chapped and dry lips, her green, dilated eyes fixed like a laser on the screen. Her breathing was slightly faster, and you could feel her body tense up as she watched the scene. She didn’t take her eyes off the screen for a second, as if her life depended on watching it. “Y’know, you were my gay awakening,” she spoke suddenly, her husky voice breaking the silence and snapping you to attention. She stared at you, her eyes lingering on every part of your body before settling back on your face. It was a bold confession, coming out of nowhere, and suddenly, you felt your heart beating faster. A dry chuckle slipped out of you, catching in your throat. Even though you were high and a little out of control, her admission had you feeling speechless. “Is that so?” You ran your tongue across your bottom lip, trying to wet it as your throat suddenly felt parched and your pulse thrummed in your ears, hard and loud. “Hmmm-mmmh,” she hummed lazily in response, sounding almost like a low purr in your ear. Her hand rested on your bare thigh, squeezing gently, her touch delicate but firm. Heat pooled in your stomach almost instantly. “Always thinking of you when I touch myself.” “Show me.” You challenged her with a sultry tone.   Ellie scoffed, her scarred auburn brows lifting in disbelief. Had she heard you right? She swore she was hallucinating. “What?” “You heard me. Touch yourself,” you commanded, your voice firm, leaving no room for doubt. The corners of your lips lifted into a smirk, the confidence in your gaze obvious.

“And you’re just gonna sit there and stare like a creep?” She shook her head slowly, an amused smile on her face as if she wasn’t sure whether to take you seriously. But the soft chuckle and the way her eyes stayed locked on yours hinted that she was not entirely opposed to the idea. “Maybe, maybe not.” You shifted on the couch, turning fully to face her, now closer than ever. Practically in her space, watching her, you could almost feel her heart about to explode. Those little pajama shorts you had on had her captivated. Her eyes kept slipping down, caught on how tightly they hugged your curves, tracing every inch of your legs and hips. She tried to keep her gaze on your face, but it was impossible to stop glancing lower.  “If you do it, I’ll do it too,” you added, your voice dripping with temptation as her silence stretched out. And with that, something in her snapped, a fuse blowing in her mind until the only thing left was pure, raw need. No hesitation, no questions—just her fingers reaching into her waistband, spurred on by that hungry look in your eyes. You both sat there, legs spread, your hands slipping inside your panties, each of you putting on a show for the other.   Ellie’s breath hitched, and her fingers moved with fervor, sending shivers down your spine. You couldn’t help but watch, mesmerized by how her parted lips let out shallow breaths, quiet gasps escaping as her hand worked. She moved with purpose, fingers gliding through her wetness, quickening her pace to get you to keep up.  “Do what I do,” she groaned, her voice low and rough. You obliged, your fingers following her frantic rhythm.  “Fuck, Ellie,” you moaned, biting back the whimper that her every move pulled out of you. 

She didn’t miss a thing, loving how you trembled and squirmed under her gaze, your body aching, practically begging. Her wildest fantasies were unfolding right in front of her, and she was greedy, wanting every sound, every gasp, every moan.   “You like that, yeah?” she rasped, her voice so rough it made your walls clench. The empty ache inside you was unbearable, your fingers slippery and soaked as you followed her every twist and stroke. You nodded, desperate, moans spilling out without restraint, each one making her move even faster. The sight of her, her touch, her ragged breaths was dizzying. She wanted to own every second, to make you crave her as much as she craved you. Your needy voice rang out, soft and breathy, “Mmmhh… need more, El.” You sounded so desperate, so whiny, it made her heart race. You were just so fucking pretty, and she couldn't stop thinking about how it would feel to have her fingers inside you, feeling every desperate pulse, every needy clench around her as you milked her fingers deliciously. Before she could even process the thought, you slid your other hand down, sinking two fingers past your folds with a soft sigh, filling yourself as deep as you could.  The sight made her breath hitch, a low moan slipping out as she watched, knowing that this image would be carved into her brain forever. She could already feel herself getting off to the thought of this moment, over and over again. Your fingers moved in sync, one hand teasing and torturing your clit while the other pumped inside, stroking that perfect spot that made your thighs tense and shiver. Ellie watched, her brows knitted, barely able to tear her eyes away from your sadly still-covered cunt. “God,” she gasped, her chest heaving as she took in every pretty little expression, every sound slipping from your lips as you finger-fucked yourself. She was beyond turned on, completely mesmerized by how good you looked, and couldn’t hold back any longer. With her hand still buried in her boy shorts, she flicked her clit faster, fingers rubbing in desperate, frantic messy circles as she got swept up in the sight of you. “So fuckin’ needy,” she taunted, her voice low and hoarse.

“Gonna...g’na cum,” you whined, eyes squeezed shut, breaths coming out in short, shaky bursts. In a move that sent a shiver down your spine, Ellie reached out and gently tugged your hand away from your shorts, intertwining her fingers with yours.  “Me too—wanna cum with you, need you close,” she gasped, her words breaking into soft moans as her own high built. She squeezed your hand tight, needing the contact as her hips jerked up, chasing her release. Your other hand kept moving, your fingers hitting that perfect, spongy spot again and again until— “I’m coming!” you cried out, your moans reaching a pitch that filled the room, echoing through the walls, your fingers slamming into yourself as you came, waves of pleasure crashing over you. 

“Ooooh fuck!” Ellie groaned, her hips bucking as she rubbed herself faster, her hand squeezing yours hard as she climaxed, her voice hoarse and breathless. 

You sat there, chests heaving, bodies still trembling in the aftermath, catching your breaths in silence as the euphoria slowly faded. For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, gradually, reality seeped back in as you both glanced at each other, feeling completely blissful. Her lips pulled into a soft smile, cheeks flushed as her thumb absentmindedly stroked the back of your hand.

Feeling a rush of warmth, you leaned back, wiping your fingers on the soft fabric of your pajama shorts, a quiet contentment settling over you. Ellie tugged gently at your tank top, silently inviting you to come closer. You obliged, sinking into her embrace as she wrapped her arms around you. She pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, whispering in her dazed, dreamy voice about how perfect the moment had been, dropping little words of affection she’d usually never say out loud. With the weed still buzzing in her system, it all slipped out way too easily.

You drifted off in her arms, her warmth and steady breaths lulling you to sleep as the TV murmured softly in the background.

˳·˖𖤐 It was as though her infatuation with you intensified after that night, if that was even possible. She couldn’t get you out of her mind, and her focus on every little detail of your appearance became more and more pronounced. You were all she could draw, your lips, your nose, your brows, your eyes. She was convinced that she was the only one who truly appreciated your beauty. She believed that everyone else was too superficial to appreciate you for who you really were. To her, no one else deserved you─not like she did. You were the center of her world, and she couldn’t stop thinking about you. You were like a drug to her, and she craved you more than anything else, her mind was consumed with thoughts of you.

˳·˖𖤐 There was this sick habit of hers, one that she’d never admit out loud but couldn’t shake. Every night, she watched you as you slept, eyes glued to how your oversized shirt barely hung onto your curves. It was like she was waiting—no, hoping—for that shirt to ride up just a little bit more, enough to give her a full view of those soft legs and the tiny slip of fabric that barely covered you. 

You always seemed so relaxed, so at ease around her, never thinking twice about what you wore, especially when you two shared a bed. You’d just crawl under the covers, no pants, no bra, just that soft, baggy shirt. And every time, it drove her wild. Part of her wondered if you knew exactly what you were doing, the way you’d stretch and twist, giving her those little glimpses that made her pulse race—and to answer her silent dilemma, yes, you were doing it on purpose.  She couldn’t look away. Her hand would slip under her waistband, touching herself as her eyes roamed over you, desperate for more than just a view. She couldn’t resist ever since she admitted she’d been touching herself to the thought of you for as long as she could remember.  Even you could feel the tension every time her eyes lingered on your body or lips. Every time she shifted closer, her fingers grazing your thigh just a little too long just to pull away again, chickening out. All you wanted was for her to close that painful gap, to stop playing around and just touch you the way you knew she wanted to. Every night was a silent invitation, a wordless game where every move you made was another way to get her attention, pushing her until she couldn’t stand it any longer. Ellie licked her lips, her eyes glued to the sight beside her. Watching you sleep like this always turned her on─it was the combination of ‘innocence’, vulnerability, and sheer beauty that did it. The slight roll of your shirt had exposed just enough skin to make her heart race, her mind filled with naughty thoughts. You were never aware of how much she wanted to feel you and touch you inappropriately, but she knew it might ruin your friendship, and she couldn’t risk it.  Feeling her arousal increasing with every passing second, she slipped her hand under the covers. She knew it was wrong; she shouldn't be doing this while you were asleep next to her, sleeping peacefully as she came all over her fingers at the sight of your half-exposed body─but that didn’t stop her from doing it anyway. The temptation was too strong, and it was impossible to resist you. “Fuck... You’re killing me…” she thought to herself, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. It was late at night, and she couldn't resist anymore.

Without hesitation, she slid her hand into her shorts and started playing with herself. Her green, concentrated eyes never left your body, studying every curve and dip hungrily. Calloused fingers brushed against her sensitive nub gently, her hips slightly jerking away from her hand. She was so sensitive; you had her pussy throbbing like crazy, and the worst part was that you didn’t even do shit. It was her fault, her perverted and filthy mind's fault. But good lord, if she would sell all her organs to touch you. “The fuck are you doin’ to me…” she murmured under her breath as she played with her wetness, feeling how messy you made her. When her fingers returned to her clit, circling it gently, her breath hitched. She knew she had to be quiet; you were occasionally a light sleeper, and she couldn't risk getting caught. She parted her legs further apart as she kept teasing her clit slowly. “God…” She whispered, her breath coming out in short, shallow gasps, causing her voice to be soft and sultry as she rubbed herself with increasing tempo. There was no hesitation or inhibition, just raw, unadulterated desire dripping from every fiber of her being. So fucking nasty. She wondered what your reaction would be if you woke up and caught her in the act, but, yet again, there was something exhilarating about the risk, about the idea of you seeing her in the middle of her filthy act. Her face flushed as she imagined this, her mind filled with naughty scenarios as she rubbed herself harder and faster.  “Mmph... so beautiful…” Her eyes never left your body, even while touching herself. For some reason, it felt so good knowing you were just inches away, unaware of what she was doing. She couldn't help but fantasize about you pleasing her—she needed your fingers, you, and she also fantasized about reciprocating the favor.  “Can't wait to taste you... touch you…” She mumbled, lost in her fantasies. Her body trembled slightly from anticipation, she was close. “Mmm... fuck... gonna cum” Her voice was strained, increasing the pressure on her throbbing clit. It was becoming challenging to stay quiet, and she just hoped you wouldn't wake up to this.

When she did come, she pulled her damp and sticky hand out of her boxers, sucking her fingers clean before turning her head slightly to look at you, admire you. You laid there sleeping like an angel, your hair cascading down your face. She watched you with mixed emotions. 

Ellie’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she breathed, and her forehead was damp with sweat, her red-brown hair sticking to her freckled lush skin. Despite the guilt she knew she should be feeling, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She promised herself she wouldn’t do it again, but deep down, she knew it was merely the first of many more. 

˳·˖𖤐 The more she did it, the more confident and bold she became, convinced that you’d never catch her.

˳·˖𖤐 One night, you had a bit too much soda before falling asleep. As the night wore on, you began to slowly wake up, feeling the urge to go to the bathroom.

She was so caught up in the moment that she didn’t notice the slight shift beside her. Your eyes fluttered open just wide enough to catch a glimpse of her hand moving under the covers. Her pale face was flushed, a blush covered her cheeks and her cute nose, her skin coated with a light sheen of sweat. She was biting down on her bottom lip, her eyes tightly shut, trying to keep herself quiet, while her tattooed arm was stuffed deep inside her boxers. Her toned abs tensed up subtly as her perky tits peeked through her black t-shirt, jiggling with every tiny movement she made. Fuck, what a sight. You thought you were dreaming. Hell, you were sure of it. Why would she even do that next to you? You knew you should’ve done or said something, but the sight of your best friend pleasuring herself right beside you only made your pussy throb madly, and the way she dirty-talked to herself to make herself cum. God.

You squeezed your thighs together, pretending to be asleep. Her soft moans made you feel indescribable things, and you felt yourself getting increasingly wet; it felt like torture to lay there and pretend to be asleep while she pleasured herself like that, but at the same time, it was addictive.  So, instead of confronting her, you decided to play along. Wearing slutty thongs to bed became your new routine, and of course, it didn’t take Ellie too long to notice. Some nights, you could feel her lifting your beloved oversized shirt up just a bit to take a better look at your body. It was hard to suppress a smile, but you managed.

“A fucking thong, really? God.” you could hear her mutter quietly.

She’d mumble random shit like, “Wanna fuck you real bad,” when she was close to her orgasm. 

You’d often shift a bit too close to her to make her freak out, interrupting her imminent orgasm. It was entertaining hearing her panic and freeze. The little sigh of relief she'd let out when she looked over you to make sure you were ‘sleeping’ was even cuter to you.

˳·˖𖤐 One day, while doing the laundry, your eyes caught a flash of red fabric peeking out of her sweatpants, tucked deep inside the pocket. A brief moment of recognition made you realize it was your thong, one that you had lost long ago. And you remembered vividly how you had always wondered where it had gone. You knew Ellie had something to do with it—indeed, you were not wrong. “Perv,” you let out a breathy chuckle as you withdrew the thong from her pocket and tossed it inside the washing machine. 

˳·˖𖤐 Though you couldn’t say shit. You weren’t really in a position to, not when you had stolen her boxers—the very ones she had made a mess of the other night, getting off to your ‘innocent’ form in that thong, all sprawled out for her eyes only. Unlike her, you had tucked it away, ensuring she’d never find it—in your bottom drawer, buried beneath a pile of neatly folded clothes.

˳·˖𖤐 Everything had been rainbows and roses since your boyfriend was out of the picture, leaving Ellie with you all to herself, just as she liked it. She’d half-expected this wouldn’t last forever, but she didn’t think it would unravel so soon, too soon.

After your shower, wrapped only in a towel, you realized you’d forgotten to grab fresh clothes. Too lazy to trek back to your room, you decided Ellie’s closet would do just fine. “El! I’m borrowing your clothes!” you called out, already swinging open her closet door without waiting for a response. The woody, warm scent of her filled the small space, mingling with the crisp smell of laundry detergent.

Your gaze drifted downward, catching on a gym bag lying half-zipped. The black fabric looked dull under the dim light, but something about it drew you in. There were dark stains on the shirt peeking out—a rusted, dried red that had you swallowing hard. Right next to it sat a Ghostface mask, its hollow, grinning face staring up at you, taunting you, like it knew something you didn’t. 

Just then, Ellie’s voice cut through the silence, a little too rushed, a little too panicked. “Wait, I’ll get it for you!” You heard her footsteps nearing, but by the time she appeared in the doorway, you were already crouched down, inspecting the items, your fingers clutching your boyfriend’s shirt—now stiff with dried blood—and a stained knife in the other.

She froze, her already pale face drained of color as your eyes met. She didn’t say a thing, didn’t try to explain or reach out. She simply stood there, like a deer caught in headlights, waiting for you to make the first move.

“What the fuck?” you choked out, anger tangling in your throat. Your voice cracked, but you didn’t let it stop you. “Why do you have this, Ellie?!” The words were sharp, edged with accusation, and your fingers tightened around the shirt, clinging to the blood-soaked fabric like it was proof of a reality she couldn’t deny. 

Ellie flinched, cursing herself for not getting rid of that piece of evidence. Maybe it was the procrastination, or perhaps she was just too wrapped up in you—you had that effect on her. Her expression flickered between panic and something else, something guarded, as if she were mentally scrambling to find the right lie to feed you.

“I swear, it’s not what it looks like.” Her voice was low, almost eerily calm, meant to keep you from losing your mind and freaking out even more, but it was doing the opposite. “Sit down. I can explain. I promise.” She inched closer, coaxing you back toward her bed, trying to control the situation, as if talking you down would make all of this disappear. But you stepped away from her, backing toward the closet instead.

“Then fucking explain,” you demanded, your voice rising, heat flooding your cheeks as your pulse hammered. Your eyes trailed down to the Ghostface mask lying on the floor, and you kicked it toward her. “What the hell are you doing with all this shit? With my boyfriend’s shirt?”

“Ex-boyfriend,” she corrected you, as if that made a difference in the moment. But she cared enough about it to not hold her tongue. You scoffed in disbelief at her correction, and your stern look only prompted her to keep talking, desperate to answer your question. “I found it in the trash,” she began, her tone too smooth, her words practiced. “I was going to take it to the cops.” But you both knew that was a shitty excuse. The explanation hung in the air, feeble and hollow, cracking under the weight of your inquisitor glare.

“That’s a fucking lie, and you know it,” you spat, tightening your grip on the knife, its sharp tip now aimed right at her. 

“Just sit down, please. I’ll tell you everything.” Her words spilled out, each one more frantic than the last, thick with desperation as she inched closer, hands reaching out like she was steadying herself—or preparing to corner you.

You held your ground, pressing your back into the cold closet door, “No, fuck that!” you snapped, refusing to let her control the moment. Her jaw tightened, and in an instant, she lunged forward, catching your wrist and forcing it up against the wood, pinning the knife-holding hand in place.

“Listen to me!” she growled, her voice growing louder, almost vibrating with a tension that rippled between you, making you quiver. Her face was close, too close, so close that her warm breath hit your face, and her eyes locked onto yours, wild verdants unwavering, staring into your dilated pupils.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” you shouted, fury shaking the air between you as you pulled at her iron-tight grip. But it was useless. You were sick of her lies, of her half-truths. All you truly desired was for her to lay it all bare for you ‘cause you weren’t fucking dumb, and deep down, you knew it. You had known all along. Her grip only tightened, her knuckles turning white against your skin as her breaths came fast. This Ellie was raw, untamed—a far cry from the girl you had around every day. But in this harsh intensity, there was something real, something you’d been craving for.

“You wanna know the truth? Fine!” Her voice rose, each word bitten off, hard enough to make you flinch. She gazed down at the bloodstained shirt sprawled across the floor, her face hardening, “Yeah, that’s his. And yeah, that’s his blood. He deserved what he got.” 

“What the fuck, Ellie, you had no fucking right—” She slammed her other hand against the wooden surface of her closet door, inches away from your head, causing you to cut off your words before they could be fully uttered.

“He was cheating on you!” she interrupted you, her voice rough with anger, her face flushing red. “I saw him, alright? With that girl from the bar—the one you were always paranoid about. I fucking saw him with her. So yeah, I followed him, and things got… out of hand.”

You scanned her face, searching for any hint of regret or guilt, but all you found was a complete lack of remorse, an expression that only seemed to scream she’d do it all over again if she could. But it was exactly that thing in her eyes that pulled you in even more. “Then why not just tell me?” 

Why couldn’t you fear her? Why weren’t you grossed out? Shouldn’t you have had a typical reaction to her revelation, like screaming or crying over the brutal murder of your boyfriend? Instead, here you were, feeling oddly fascinated, giddy even.

“I wanted to,” she admitted, her voice a little raspier, her eyes glistening with what looked like tears—fake ones. The sudden empathy felt odd, something that didn’t belong to her, and you knew her too well for this shit. “But then I saw you, finally free, happy without him dragging you down. I thought I’d done you a favor. And then I just… couldn’t say it.” 

You pressed yourself harder against the closet door, staring at her like you were seeing her for the first time. You shook your head, “You’re lying,” you stated flatly, watching her mask drop.

“What? You think I’d lie?” she shot back, trying to twist the situation, like you were crazy for even suspecting her. But you knew better. Psychology classes were really paying off.

“Yes, Ellie, you’re lying.” you leaned in, and her jaw clenched as you continued. “You did it to Amanda and that girl at the party? You think I don’t remember that night? Just admit it!” You practically yelled, and a shadow passed over her face like an ominous cloud, her expression hardening again, her eyes growing cold, dark in a way that caught you off guard. One thing was for sure—there was a certain beauty in the way her captivating jade orbs effortlessly switched between the deceptive facade and the cold, calculated gaze of a serial killer. 

“Admit what?” her tone was mocking, like she was daring you to say it.

“That you—” The words stuck in your throat, your gaze slipping to the Ghostface mask on the floor. That’s when she ripped the knife out of your hand, her grip firm as she held it close to you, not quite pressing it into your skin, just close enough to see if it’d rattle you.

“C’mon,” she murmured, leaning in with that daring, dark smile, “say it.” Her eyes flashed with an edge of mania like she was enjoying this, feeding off your reactions, like some sick parasite.

“You killed them all.” you managed, voice barely a whisper, and she threw her head back in a laugh that sent chills down your spine.

“God, do you hear yourself? You sound pathetic,” she chuckled darkly, her knife tracing a line along your cheekbone, slow enough to make you shiver, close enough to cause goosebumps to erupt on your skin. Your chest tightened, your heartbeat loud in your ears as her lips curled in that contorted smile. ​​Your breath hitched as she leaned in, her gaze piercing through your irises, capturing every fleck of color.

“What? Gonna kill me now?” you breathed, your words almost taunting, a faint smirk pulling at your lips as her eyes narrowed.

She tilted the knife against your throat but still put no pressure. You felt yourself leaning into it, letting the thrill course through you and that familiar excitement growing in your tummy. “Gonna make me?” she whispered, voice thick and low, and for the briefest moment, her composure cracked—just enough for you to see her desperation, like she was hanging onto a thread. She needed you to stay, even after all this. She couldn’t live without you.

“I just want the truth,” you uttered, your voice soft, never breaking eye contact. And if you did, it was only to let your eyes drop to her lips, she was so tantalizingly close that it was impossible not to. “Drop the mind games. I want the truth.” You didn’t know how the hell you could still want her, adrenaline tangling in your chest, but you did. Maybe even more than before.

Her brows rose in mock surprise as she cocked her head. “You want the truth?” she echoed, lips parting in a cold smirk. “Fine. Yes, I killed your stupid fucking boyfriend. He died like a pussy,” she sneered, anger flashing as she clenched the knife, thinking of his hands on you, touching what had always belonged to her.

“Why?” you whispered, watching her like you were peeling away her layers, seeing her stripped of all pretenses.

“Why do you think?” she scoffed, rolling her eyes like it was obvious.

The words that tumbled from your mouth after her revelation left her almost astonished.

“How’d you kill him?” then, with a morbid fascination you added, “What did it feel like?” your head tilted slightly to the side. 

˳·˖𖤐 The more she went on and on about the macabre details, the more it turned you on. She was taken aback by your enthusiasm and curiosity, the specific questions flowing from your lips with an unsettling calm that she struggled to comprehend. It was almost as if you were savoring every twisted word that came from her. She couldn’t wrap her head around how her dark confessions had led to this moment—both of you naked, with you perched on top of her.

Ellie was gorgeous—way too gorgeous to be a serial killer, or a psychotic person. She was even more gorgeous beneath you, auburn strands of hair splayed across the pillow, messy but not as messy as her dripping pussy. Her breath hitched as your fingers tightened around the handle of her switchblade, the cold metal gliding from her neck down to her chest, drawing lazy white scratches all over her alabaster skin.

A low, frustrated groan escaped her lips as you drew lazy circles around her areolas with the sharp point of the knife, watching with satisfaction as her pink nipples hardened, standing at full attention for you, as hard as rocks and begging to be tortured. You could feel her grow restless beneath you—her hips bucking in a desperate attempt to grind against your pussy, but you lifted yourself ever so slightly, just enough to deprive her of the friction she craved.

“Desperate?” you mocked, your bottom lip jutting out in a cruel pout. Ellie’s eyes flicked up to yours, glazed with lust and frustration, but a small smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. A cocky front, even now. But it was just a front, she was so fucking weak for you.

“Yeah,” she rasped, her voice betraying her need, but her eyes showed a glint of defiance. She couldn’t resist trying to fight back. “But you’re dragging this out like a coward.”

You hummed sultrily, letting the blade press just a little harder against her dotty complexion—not enough to cut, but enough to leave faint red marks across her flesh. “Oh, you think you’re in a position to talk back?” you spat, your free hand pinning her wrist above her head as she squirmed. “You’re fucking sick, Ellie.”

“Like you’re any better,” she sneered, though her voice trembled as the tip of the knife traced down her sternum toward her stomach. Goosebumps rose on her sun-spotted skin as her breathing became more erratic, her hips lifting in vain again to seek the friction you kept cruelly out of her reach.

“Not the one going around killing people, am I?” you snorted, the blade now grazing and lingering just below her belly button.

Ellie’s defiance cracked, her voice weaker, more fragile as she muttered, “I did it for you.” it made your heart skip a beat or beat faster—you really couldn’t tell from all that adrenaline clouding your rational thoughts.

“You’re trembling,” you noted with a sly smirk, her cocky grin faltering as the knife inched lower, closer to where she needed you most. Ellie bit her lip hard, a needy whimper slipping through despite her best effort to stifle it.

“I need you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, one hand reaching up to rest on your hip. Her touch sent a shiver through you, and you couldn’t help but lower yourself closer, pressing your body against hers. 

A wicked smirk tugged at your lips, pride swelling in your chest at the sight of her—the usually cold, calculated killer, reduced to this. All because of you. Seeing her this weak for you truly made you want to do the unholiest things to her, things you knew she would never forget about. You tossed the switchblade aside, forgotten as soon as your lips descended on her neck, sucking dark spots on her soft flesh. You let your teeth sink in, biting just hard enough to get a soft sound out of her. The auburnette was so desperate and sensitive that everything seemed to make her moan—every brief touch, every kiss, even your breathing fanning over her skin. She was already half-gone, and you were barely even getting started.

Her skin flushed beneath your lips as you kissed your way down her body, taking your sweet time, savoring each second of her squirming beneath you. Her breaths grew more ragged, her thighs twitching as you moved lower. Ellie’s body was a temple, and right now, it was all yours to worship.

She’d killed for you, it was the least you could do. So, was romance really dead?

˳·˖𖤐 You’d never imagined Ellie would care that much, never thought she’d be capable of that level of obsession. And you didn’t mind it one bit. No, quite the opposite. The realization only made your pussy throb madly, heat pooling between your thighs as your mind replayed her confession over and over like a broken record, focusing on the brutal details she had given you. It wasn’t just the idea of her killing—it was that she did it because of you, because she couldn’t let anyone else have you.

Every single muscle in her body tensed, her legs trembling as you hovered right above her hairy mound. You could see it—the way her wetness coated her folds, her pink clit, swollen and impatient, her pussy practically begging for attention, and it only made you want to tease her more. Your thumb teasingly drew tight, gentle circles on her aching nub, making her whimper almost exaggeratedly.

“Aww, look at you…” you purred, retracting your hand, your voice low, honed in sweet mockery. You leaned in closer, your breath ghosting over her sensitive skin. “Soaking wet, desperate for me to touch you. Gonna start begging now?”

Your words made her whine, her resolve crumbling more with each passing second—not that there was any left. Her body betrayed her, hips lifting toward your face, her need palpable. But you weren’t done playing with her yet. You had all night ahead.

Your arms curled around her toned thighs, pulling her closer as you knelt at the edge of the bed, your face mere inches from her pussy. You could see how wet she was, how desperate she had become—there was even a dark wet patch on the sheets beneath her. You smirked up at her, eyes locking with hers as you lowered your mouth to her slick folds. With the tip of your tongue, you spread her moistened lips, and it was enough to make Ellie’s entire body jolt, a choked moan tearing from her throat as you tasted her, her sweet juices coating your lips as you lapped at her with slow, deliberate cat licks.

Ellie’s head fell back against the pillow, her hands gripping your hair with white-knuckled desperation as you ate her out, tongue flicking over her clit every now and then with just enough pressure to drive her mad. You sucked, your lips closing around her swollen bud, and Ellie’s back arched painfully off the bed, her thighs trembling around your head.

“Fuck… fuck…” she gasped, her hoarse voice scratching her already dry throat as her hips bucked uncontrollably and you held her down, refusing to let her squirm away from the relentless onslaught of your mouth.

You smirked against her, the vibrations of your giggle only making her moan louder. “Look at you, El,” you teased, your voice muffled between her thighs. “So sweet ‘n perfect f’me,”

You didn’t wait for a response, diving back in, your tongue swirling around her clit as you slipped two fingers inside her, curling them with brutal precision, finding that sweet spot that had her toes curling, her breath catching in her throat. Her gummy walls clenched around your fingers, and you could feel how close she was, her legs shaking violently.

Ellie’s moans grew louder, more frantic, her hands tugging at your hair hard as she tried to ground herself, grinding against your tongue. But you didn’t slow down—if anything, you fucked her harder, your fingers pumping into her fast and deep, your mouth never abandoning her needy clit, your nose buried in her trimmed bush.

“Beg me,” you commanded as you pulled away to breathe, her core swallowing every inch of your fingers greedily. All those years of plugging her fingers deep inside her wet cunt imagining they were yours instead were so worth the wait.

“I—fuck—” the green-eyed girl’s breath caught, her body shaking uncontrollably, her voice barely a whisper now. “Please… please…” She couldn’t even fucking function; you had reduced her to a broken mess.

“Can’t hear you,” you prompted her, your fingers plunging deeper, harder, until her back arched off the bed, a cry of pure need tearing from her throat.

“Fuck! Please, I need it—I need you—fuck, I’m so close!” she sobbed, her voice cracking as her orgasm crept closer, promising her to see stars, but you weren’t about to give her what she wanted—no, not yet.

You grinned wickedly, pulling your fingers out of her soaked pussy just before she could. A strangled, frustrated sob escaped her plump lips as her body writhed beneath you, her orgasm stolen, leaving her aching and needy.

“Aw, you’re not so smart, are you? You really thought I was going to let you come?” You leaned in, pressing your lips to her ear as you whispered, “Oh no, El… we’re just getting started. You’re not going anywhere.”

˳·˖𖤐 Ellie’s eyes widened with a mixture of frustration and confusion as you told her you’d let her come after you were done using her. You reached for your favorite strap-on, adjusting the harness until it sat snugly around her hips. Her wrists were bound securely to the headboard, the cuffs’ soft, fluffy lining pressing firmly against her skin. Her breath caught in her throat as the realization dawned on her, her eyes darting between the toy and your wicked grin. 

Her pupils were blown with lust as she watched you lower yourself onto her, the thick silicone toy sliding in with ease after you’d teased your throbbing bud with its tip. Her hands twitched, desperate to reach out, to touch you, but she couldn’t do much with the handcuffs keeping her wrists locked to the bed, the soft restraints holding her firmly in place. She watched with wide eyes as her cock stretched your needy, wet heat, sliding in and out. At first, your movements were slow and teasing, letting her take in every inch, but it didn’t take long before you picked up the pace, your body already accustomed to its size, moving with a frantic, eager rhythm.

“Fuuuck…” you panted, rolling your hips against the toy, your breath hitching as that familiar feeling built in your stomach. Ellie’s gaze was glued to you—your bouncing tits, your parted lips, the way your body moved smoothly above her. She wanted to touch, to feel you, but all she could do was watch as you used her, as you fucked yourself on the strap like she wasn’t even there. It was cruel, truly. Her body trembled with need as she watched you lose yourself in the overwhelming pleasure, her pussy throbbing with unmet desire as yours seemed to suck the toy deeper, and for a moment, she swore she could feel your walls tightening around her—perhaps it was the desperation playing a sick joke on her. She couldn’t help but let out a moan.

˳·˖𖤐 She had tried begging but she’d only be met with things such as:

“Cry about it,” you sneered, your voice cold and mocking as you watched her squirm restlessly beneath you.

“You’re such a fucking crybaby,” you murmured, fingers gripping onto her chin and forcing her to look at you as if her desperation was nothing more than a joke to you.

“I’m putting up a whole show for you, and you’re still complaining,” you chuckled darkly, a twisted satisfaction curling at the corners of your mouth as you looked down at her, reveling in her helplessness, your wetness dripping down the harness, making a mess on top of her.

“Please,” she whimpered, her voice cracking as she thrusted up. Mewls slipped out of your soft lips as the tip of her silicone cock hit your cervix, desperation written all over her flushed face. “Please let me touch you... let me do something...” Her voice hitched as she choked on a sob, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her glassy eyes locked onto yours, her cheeks streaked with the remnants of her pleas. “Fuck, I can’t—” she cried out, voice breaking again, her head tilting back as she tried to hold herself together. Her gaze flickered back up to you, trailing to your chest, lingering there hungrily. Bushy brows furrowed with longing as she licked her chapped lips.

But you weren’t listening. You were too lost in the pleasure of fucking yourself on her, your head thrown back, sobs pouring from your lips as the strap-on hit that perfect spot against your cervix. Your movements grew more frantic, hips slamming down harder, faster, the toy sliding in and out of your slick folds with ease. The wet sounds of your arousal filled her room, mixing with the desperate, needy gasps that escaped Ellie beneath you, her fingers curling into fists as the cuffs dug into her velvety skin, promising bruises she’d feel long after this was over.

Her eyes glazed over, chest rising and falling rapidly as she watched you ride her with reckless abandon. The sight of you, your body glistening with sweat, pretty tits bouncing with every thrust, was too much for her. She was on the edge, teetering, her body aching to release, but you wouldn’t let her. You wouldn’t let her do shit.

Ellie groaned, frustration and lust mixing in her voice as she bucked her hips uselessly beneath you, trying to gain even a fraction of relief from the sight of you fucking yourself senseless. “Please… please, I’m begging you,” she whimpered, her voice hoarse and broken, and god if it nearly made you squirt. “I need it—I need to come, please…”

You smirked down at her, not stopping, your hips grinding harder, riding the strap with everything you had. You leaned down, your breath hot against the shell of her ear as you whispered, “You’re not coming until I say you can. You’re going to sit there and watch me get off, and there’s nothing you can fucking do about it.” Cruelly pressing damp and sloppy kisses on the column of her neck, kisses that had her gasping pathetically.

˳·˖𖤐 And it went on and on, her eyes locked on the sight of your milky cum dripping down the thick, black strap, each drop making her bite back a groan. She wished she could taste you. Every time she tried to move or squirm too much for your liking, you’d smack her hard across the face, or switch to a new position just to tease her even more, making sure you were giving her the best view. It was only after the fifth—or maybe the sixth—orgasm that you finally uncuffed her.

The moment her wrists were free, she flipped you over, quick as lightning, giving you no time to react. She pinned you beneath her with a mischievous glint in her eyes, you looked up at her, panting and spent, your brows knitting together in a mix of frustration and exhaustion. She just smirked down at you, spreading your trembling legs apart with ease, her grip firm and unyielding.

“Oh fuck, no—” you gasped out, trying to squirm away as she wrapped her hand around the slick toy, guiding it right back to your abused entrance. She knew she could probably come right then, grinding against the back of the strap, but the thought of pushing you past your limits was far more thrilling. 

“You’re not stupid enough to think I’d let you go so easily, right?” she repeated your earlier words, her voice low and dangerous as she lowered herself over you, your sweaty bodies pressing together. “Didn’t you wanna be my helpless victim, babe?”

The redhead pushed in relentlessly, forcing your pulsating walls to swallow every inch, your back arching as she made you hold on just a little longer. Before long, your legs gave out beneath you as she pounded into you from behind, each thrust deep and brutal, your cheek pressed into the soft mattress. Her hand came down hard on your ass, leaving a sharp sting that burned like a bitch. The smacks kept coming, over and over, until your skin was bruised and your body was shaking with overstimulation. “This is for leaving me high and dry,” she hissed, her voice rough with frustration and desire, slapping the same bruised spot again and again, until you knew you’d be sore for days, unable to sit down.

˳·˖𖤐 When it was finally over, the two of you laid tangled together, breathless and sticky. Ellie’s chest heaved as she tried to steady her breathing, but a question lingered in her eyes—one that seemed to claw at her even now, despite everything you’d done to show her you weren’t running, that you weren’t disgusted by her nature. You had never been, for the matter, even when you were kids.

“You’re not gonna tell on me, yeah?” she rasped, her voice rough, her grip tightening possessively on your hip while her other hand gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. Her touch was surprisingly tender, contrasting with the weight of her words, like she was scared to hear your answer. It made your heart swell knowing she feared losing you so badly.

But you were so drunk of the overwhelming contentment that you barely registered the tension in her voice. Instead, a sleepy smile tugged at your lips, and you blurted out, “Wanna be my girlfriend?” The question slipped out before you could think, your gaze locked onto her freckled face, admiring every angle and curve, the way the warm dim light softened her expression.

Ellie blinked, caught off guard, before a playful smirk curved her lips. “I am your girlfriend,” she gave your hip a gentle swat that made you chuckle softly, the sound mixing with the quiet hum of the fan.

“Y’know…you’re right,” you mumbled suddenly. Her hand drifted to your back, scratching lightly, soothing you as your body relaxed into hers. You turned your head, meeting her soft eyes again, while something darker flashed in yours. “He fucking deserved what he got,” Your voice was low, carrying a finality that made Ellie’s breath hitch. It was all the reassurance she needed. A wide grin spread across her face, her eyes lighting up with something almost feral, a giddy kind of joy. It was a smile so genuine, so purely her, that it was impossible to resist leaning in to kiss her, your lips meeting hers in a messy, heated kiss. 

“But yeah, if you leave me I’m gonna tell on you.”

˳·˖𖤐 She had gotten clingier and more eager after that night, always looking for an excuse to touch you, to keep you within reach. Whenever you went somewhere, Ellie trailed right behind you, like a shadow that wouldn’t leave your side. And honestly, you loved it—you thrived on bossing her around, enjoying how she would drop whatever she was doing just to be with you. If the two of you were inseparable as friends before, it had only gotten worse. Not that the obsessive, morbid love wasn’t there before, but now you both let it show, with no boundaries left to be set, no rules, just whatever twisted thing you both had become together.

˳·˖𖤐 Time flew by, and soon Halloween rolled around again, your favorite holiday. Ellie knew it, too, and she didn’t even try to say no when you convinced her to tag along to a party you’d been invited to. It was supposed to be a small, “close friends only” type of thing, but you dragged her with you anyway, making it clear you weren’t going to take no for an answer. Plus, you’d been at each other’s throats lately, bickering more than usual, and she didn’t want to risk making you any angrier. It was either coming along without putting up a fight or dealing with the idea of you going solo—knowing she’d just end up following you like the little creep she was, lurking in the shadows, making sure no one even dared to touch you.

˳·˖𖤐 The party turned out to be better than either of you had expected. A few drinks in, and you both started to loosen up, Ellie sticking close, practically attached to your side with some invisible rope. It was like she couldn’t let you out of her sight, even for a second, her hand always finding its way to your back or waist, keeping you close. You danced together, swaying in the colorful, pulsing lights, your bodies brushing intimately against each other. Her eyes stayed glued to you the whole time, like you were the Holy Mary herself, and she just couldn’t get enough. You reveled in her devotion, the way her grip on your hips would tighten as you moved. It was such a turn-on.

Eventually, the party began to wind down, and it wasn’t long before it was just the two of you left with Allison and her boyfriend, Lucas. The four of you gravitated toward the kitchen, where Ellie leaned against the counter, elbows propped up on the cold granite. She played with the knives, her fingers casually tracing the handles, sliding them in and out of the block absentmindedly.

Allison scrolled through her phone, her brown eyes squinting at the screen’s dim glow. “Another guy went missing,” she announced, her voice wavering as she scanned through the article. “I bet Ghostface has something to do with it.”

“Tragic,” Ellie muttered, her tone devoid of sympathy. Her eyes remained fixed ahead, a ghost of a smirk tugging at her lips. You watched her, catching the unsettling indifference in her voice. When she noticed your gaze, she raised an eyebrow in mock innocence, daring you to question her. Instead, she shrugged. Allison went on and on about how creepy it was that Ghostface could be literally anyone, her voice holding a mix of fascination and fear. 

“I mean, think about it,” she said, eyes wide as she gestured dramatically. “It could be your neighbor, your friend, even someone you totally trust! Just wearing that mask and knife in hand, ready to strike any moment. It’s so fucked up!” As Allison thought about the countless times she had passed by potential killers, she couldn’t help but shudder in fear at her luck. How many times had she walked down a dark alleyway, taken a walk alone at night, or even trusted the wrong person? The thought of her mortality sent a chill down her spine and made her wonder how long her luck would hold out.

“Yeah, it’s scary,” you hummed, but then the conversation shifted back to the guy who had gone missing. 

“You’ve got to be dumb to get killed like that, though,” Ellie scoffed, her tone dripping with disdain. “Came all the way from Michigan just to end up dead? Pathetic. Guess all those muscles didn’t help much.”

Allison frowned at Ellie’s lack of empathy, but she shrugged it off, scrolling through her phone for more details, her thumb flicking faster across the screen. “That’s… awful,” you murmured, chewing on your bottom lip as you glanced over at Lucas, who seemed unfazed by the conversation.

Lucas noticed your look and mistook it for unease. “You okay?” he asked, genuine concern in his eyes. “Want a drink or something?”

You nodded, playing into his kindness. “Sure, thanks.”

He leaned over, pressing a kiss to Allison’s head before heading to the kitchen, leaving you, Ellie, and Allison alone in the dim living room.

“Wait—” Allison’s brows knitted in confusion, her voice soft but growing with unease. “How’d you know he was from Michigan? It doesn’t say anything about…” Her voice trailed off as she continued scrolling, her eyes flicking back and forth over the screen, trying to make sense of what Ellie had just casually dropped.

Ellie’s smile barely flickered. “Just a guess,” she replied smoothly, her gaze icy and unbothered, creeping Allison out.

You chuckled at the exchange, and Allison turned to you with a confused look. “C’mon, cheer up, Allison! We’re just messing with you. Can’t you take a joke? It’s Halloween!”

Allison’s frown deepened as she glanced between you and Ellie, her eyes clouding with suspicion. She let out a nervous laugh, trying to shake off the unsettling vibe. “You two are… really something,” she said, brushing it off, not wanting to overthink it. Maybe paranoia was just doing her dirty. Oh, if she only knew.

Ellie smirked, she leaned forward, her voice dropping low. “Oh, you have no idea,” she whispered, her tone laced with something dark and final, a warning the girl didn’t quite catch.

Lucas handed you the drink, his face lighting up with an easy smile, completely unaware of the exchange. 

“You guys wanna play a game?” you asked, grinning at Allison and Lucas. The suggestion hung in the air, deceptively playful. Allison exchanged a look with Lucas, her unease melting a bit, as if convincing herself she was just imagining things.

She forced a smile. “Sure. What kind of game?”

Ellie’s grin widened, a gleam of mischief in her eyes. “How about something… fun?”

˳·˖𖤐 Maybe it was the thrill of the game or the intoxicating rush of chaos, but after a few questions were answered and it was your turn, your eyes widened in shock as the blade pierced your stomach. Time seemed to slow down as you locked eyes with Ellie, and what you saw there sent a chill down your spine—your girlfriend’s eyes were empty, devoid of emotion—not even guilt shone in her eyes. It was like staring into a void. 

Blood poured from your mouth, warm and sticky, and panic coursed through you. When a week ago she had suggested trying something new, never did you think that would lead to this—her knife buried deep inside your insides, and blood pouring out of you like a crimson-tainted waterfall.

“W-why…?” you choked on your own blood, the words barely audible but with the stillness of the room, they seemed to echo louder. 

Allison and Lucas stood completely frozen, utterly speechless, their bodies rigid with shock as they watched the horrific scene unfold before their eyes, feeling useless and not knowing how to stop it. The crimson blood pooled out of your wound, soaking the fabric of your shirt, while Ellie’s gloves gleamed with a sinister shine. The red wasn’t so visible against the darkness of her attire, but it was there, unmistakable. 

“It was the wrong answer, babe,” Ellie whispered, her words dripping with a sickening sweetness that made your skin crawl, and the innocent faint smile on her face made Allison want to rip her hair out. 

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Allison screamed, her voice laced with disbelief, her eyes wide as she took a shaky step back.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Lucas followed, his voice tinged with a mix of fear and anger, trying to process the madness unfolding in front of him.

“YOU’RE A FUCKING MONSTER!” Allison yelled, her voice cracking as she cried, her hands shaking.

Your body hit the floor with a heavy thud, and through half-lidded eyes, you saw the panic set in as Allison and Lucas before you stopped breathing entirely. They scrambled for the door, nearly tripping over themselves. Allison’s frantic, manicured hands rattled desperately the knob, her voice shrill as she screamed for help, but the door wouldn’t budge. Locked. 

And she hadn’t locked it. She was sure she hadn’t.

Lucas, desperate to protect her, grabbed a vase from the entry table and hurled it at Ellie, the glass shattering against her shoulder with a harsh crack. It staggered her for a moment, just long enough for them to dart in separate directions, fleeing up the stairs. 

Ellie grinned, her eyes flashing with excitement as she took off after Lucas, her steps heavy but steady, savoring the thrill of the chase, like a cat chasing a mouse. She looked over her shoulder at you before she raced up the stairs. Allison stumbled into the guest bedroom, slamming the door behind her. The auburnette could hear the blonde girl breathing heavily, panicked, the creak of the floorboards giving her away as she backed into the room.

But she decided to take care of Lucas instead, having labeled Allison as the weakest between the two. She successfully cornered Lucas at the end of the hallway. He threw open the door to the master bathroom, eyes darting desperately around for anything he could use to defend himself. He grabbed a towel rack, ripping it off the wall and wielding it like a bat as Ellie advanced on him, her face lit with a twisted satisfaction. A stupid towel rack wasn’t going to stop her, and honestly, it excited her. She loved how people fought for their lives, no matter how fucked up the situation was. It was fascinating to watch, like a wild show of survival instincts kicking in. The panic, the desperation on their faces and in their actions—it was what got her heart racing and made her feel alive.

“You… you’re insane!” Lucas stammered, brandishing the metal rod with trembling hands.

He was taller, bigger, stronger—details that only made the auburnette’s grin widen, her attentive eyes narrowing with anticipation. To her, he was nothing but a challenge, one she was all too eager to take on. Ellie chuckled darkly, her eyes never leaving him as she took one slow, measured step forward. “Only now figuring that out, huh?” She took another step, her shadow looming over him as he shrank back against the tiled wall, his breaths coming in panicked gasps. He swung the metal bar, catching her arm with a glancing hit, but it only seemed to amuse her more. She couldn’t feel pain—not even the faintest pulse of her own heartbeat, completely drowned out by the surge of adrenaline flooding her veins. She felt invincible.

With a swift, practiced precision, Ellie caught his wrist, twisting it sharply until the rod clattered to the aquamarine floor. “Nice try, Lucas,” she hissed before shoving him backward, hard enough that his head cracked against the tile. He slumped to the floor, groaning, his vision swimming as Ellie towered over him. But he fought nonetheless, his hands trying to stop her from sinking the sharp knife into his throat, but it didn’t last long. He didn’t last long.

“That was stupid,” she panted, standing over his corpse, her look sharp and full of disdain. Her face was scrunched in anger, but the adrenaline flooding her veins felt incredible—like a drug she couldn’t get enough of. The thrill of it. A loud noise snapped her from her thoughts. The old wood creaked under her black boots as she headed toward the room where she’d last seen Allison hide.

˳·˖𖤐 The guest bedroom door was slightly ajar, and she shoved it open with a firm kick. Her eyes locked onto Allison, sprawled lifeless on the floor, blood pooling around her still body. Her face was frozen in horror as if she’d seen a ghost in her final moments. Her gaze drifted up—to you, standing just a few feet from Allison’s lifeless body.

“Hey, babe,” you said with a crooked smile, giving her a little wave, clearly nervous but with a spark of excitement in your eyes that made her stare in awe. She remembered that feeling all too well—the jitters, the high that followed her first time. And here you were, cheeks flushed and grinning ear to ear like the fucking Cheshire cat, looking so damn giddy as you took it all in—like a kid who had just discovered their new favorite toy. 

Trying new things had definitely been the right move, and Ellie didn’t regret it for a second, because you were practically glowing. For the first time, you felt truly alive. It hit you then, just how much emptiness you’d been carrying all these years, how you’d learned to live with that hollow feeling. But this? This made you feel whole. Euphoric. Alive in every possible way.

“How’d I do?” you asked, almost childlike, looking up at her with eager eyes, fishing for approval—her approval. It was all you needed, and it felt like trying to impress a middle school crush all over again.

“Pretty good, my love. You did great,” she praised, a hint of pride sneaking into her voice.

“Yeah?” Your eyes lit up, a satisfied grin spreading across your face.

Her gaze softened briefly, a low, amused, throaty laugh slipping from her lips as she pushed a stray lock of hair back with the back of her blood-stained glove, leaving a smudged streak of red across her cheekbone. Her emerald eyes sparkled as she took in the mess you’d created. “You know, for a second there, I didn’t think you’d go through with it. Look at you now.” Her tongue darted across her bottom lip as she looked at you up and down, ready to pounce on you any time now.

You blushed, a bit sheepish, scuffing the toe of your shoe against the floor. “What can I say? Guess you’re a bad influence,” you smirked, shrugging it off like it was nothing.

She tossed the knife aside, and you mirrored her every move, watching as she peeled off her gloves and stepped closer. Her toothy smile widened as she pulled you in, her thumb brushing softly across your cheekbone, still warm from the adrenaline rush, while her other trembling hand rested on your waist. “Oh, yeah? Gonna start blaming me now?”

“Maybe,” you shot back, eyes sparkling with mischief. 

The freckled girl leaned in, pressing her lips against yours, soft and warm and she tasted so sweet.

“Your performance down there was flawless, and your technique…” she trailed off, her eyes trailing down to Allison’s body, “Not bad for your first time. A little shaky on the left stab, but hey,” she shrugged, lips curling into a teasing smirk, knowing damn well that even the gentlest dose of constructive criticism would get under your skin, “we’ll work on it.”

You scoffed and swatted her hand away, but Ellie just giggled, her laugh soft and breathless. “Can’t believe you got that question wrong, though,” she reached up to cup your face, her thumb brushing your cheek again, she couldn’t keep her hands off of you. That familiar smug smirk tugged at her heart-shaped lips as she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a more playful one, her breath warm against your heated skin. “We’ve only watched the first Scream movie a hundred times together,” she said, almost mockingly offended, her green eyes bright with mischief, the ones that told you exactly what she had in mind. And she swore she was falling deeper for you, you had her in a chokehold.

You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile. “I only watched it because you were obsessed with it and I thought you were cute,” you admitted.

Her eyes sparkled with delight, and she raised her scarred eyebrow at you. “Oh, is that so?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, feeling her hand drift lower to your waist, pulling you closer, you cupped her cheek, your thumb caressing her blood-stained cheekbone lovingly, staring at her enamored.

Her lips brushed against your ear, voice low and teasing. “You know what I'm really in the mood for?” Her hand slipped lower and lower until it was resting on your plush ass, giving it a suggestive squeeze.

You chuckled, pretending to think. “Pizza?”

She let out a soft laugh. “I was gonna say you, but…” She gave you that crooked, lopsided smile, shrugging playfully.

You snorted, “Oh, well, that too. I just didn’t know killing works up your appetite.”

Her smirk deepened, revealing that dimple on her left cheek you loved so much, her infatuated gaze lingering on your lips almost as if she wanted to swallow you whole. “My bad. Should’ve warned you,” she murmured, then backed you toward the bed behind you, her hands rough but confident, pressing you down as she crawled on top, her breath hot and insistent against your supple skin.

Before you knew it, she was buried deep inside you, slender, calloused fingers curling and pressing against that spot that had you whining, and your legs trembling. Her other hand gripped her switchblade, cool metal tracing up to press it against your throat, and she could feel you squeeze her fingers. “Awwhh, baby,” she taunted, voice dripping with mockery. “You keep squirming like that, and it’s gonna cost you your life.”

You choked out a laugh, though it came out breathless and shaky. “You’d cum at the sight, wouldn’t you?” You bit your lip to stifle a moan, body struggling to hold still as she kept up that relentless rhythm, her fingers stretching and curling deep inside you, making your whole body shudder. You couldn’t help but trap her arm, a weak attempt to slow her down because you knew you wouldn’t last. Not with her pressing a knife on your throat. “Fucking psycho.”

“But you love me.” She said it so matter-of-factly, her lips curling with satisfaction as she watched you nod, helpless and needy, your eyes fluttering shut as your walls clenched around her, drawing her in like you couldn’t get enough.

“Yeah, I love you! F-Fuck…” you gasped, grinding down on her fingers, desperate, craving that friction your hungry clit needed. 

Her smitten gaze drifted to the lifeless body sprawled across the room, a proud smirk tugging at her lips. “So proud of you. You did such a good job. Look at her.” She tilted your face, forcing you to take it in. “Your work.” And in her fucked up mind, she truly believed it—your work deserved to be worshiped, just like Picasso’s after he was gone. A masterpiece, painted with every kind of brutal emotion.

You let out a shaky breath, almost dazed. “Yeah, I… I did that,” you stammered, voice breaking, caught somewhere between a whimper and a sob, you could feel it, you were close already and all that praising surely wasn’t helping.

“That’s right,” she murmured, nodding as her eyes roamed over you, taking you in like she was seeing you for the first time, it made you melt. “You’re so fucking hot, god. Made just for me. Perfect for me.”

˳·˖𖤐 Maybe she was right. You felt it deep down, a truth that clung to you. A match made in hell. And as long as you had her, you’d be more than fine.

[ultimatecutenesspeaks]

Katsura just growls completely angrily bunny you know Adam you are a very bad liar you asshole how dare you poison me and Zuki you both are so fucking dead just wait until será heard about it say bye bye to heaven bitch and asshole meet my twin brother shini and our big brothers Hercules and taro they have some very important words to say to you 😁

*Just then, Adam and Lute's eyes widen in shock as Adam hides behind Lute once more, and the former clenches her fists and glares at Mizuki in complete wrath.*

Adam: Gaaaah! What the hell?! Y-You're not telling Sera anything!