#ghost fanfic coming soon

[ghoulelegy]

I got the most wholesome fic request i can't wait for you guys to read it

[demaparbat-hp]

Would you ever share a piece of Lu Ten and Zuko having tea together in Zuko’s quarter’s? I think it would heal a part of me that was savagely destroyed as soon as I read the first chapter of For The Spirits.

There you are, Spitfire! I’ve been waiting for you!

Sorry I’m late.

A story of two (For the Spirits doesn't know how to heal—not yet).

[da-rulah]

so guess what

i have a monster 19.6k word fic ready to upload in the next few days

teaser coming later this evening....

i'm back babyyyyyyyyy

[ghoul-slime]

Parallel

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1,542

Pairing: Aether/Dew, Swiss/Rain

Tags: Voyeurism, exhibitionism, morning sex, anal fingering, anal sex, dirty talk, implied polyghouls

Summary: Just as Aether tries bargaining with Dew again, a muffled sound from the bunk below catches his attention.

A whine, pitched high and feminine. Unmistakable in the early morning quiet of the bus. Another whine, louder this time, has Dew’s eye cracking open. He’s fully alert now. He glances at Aether who stares back at Dew, brow quirked.

“Sounds like Swiss and Rain are already up,” Aether observes. That gets Dew’s attention. Aether can feel his pulse quicken beneath his hands. They both go silent. Listening.

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Aether wakes first, the rhythmic rumbling of bus tires on pavement and soft morning light spilling through the edges of the bunk curtain reminding him that they’re still out on the road. Dew is tucked into his side, wedged between Aether’s body and the wall of the bus, head snuggled into Aether’s shoulder and breathing softly. Aether checks his phone, they have just about an hour until the bus arrives at the next venue. They’d driven through the night and Aether’s body is tired, bones sore from so many days crammed into a tiny tour bus bunk. Dew has long abandoned his own bunk in favor of curling up with Aether, and despite the cramped conditions, he doesn’t mind. Aether loves waking up with Dew in his arms every morning.

As much as he’d like to lay in bed and revel in Dew’s peaceful, sleeping form, he knows that once they arrive at the venue it’s gonna be all hands on deck. Hauling gear, moving into dressing rooms, and getting ready for sound check. With a groan he curls in on Dew, kissing the top of his head and gently rocking the little ghoul awake.

Dew groans, scrunches up his nose, and buries his face further into Aether’s side.

“C’mon Dew, time to get up,” Aether murmurs into Dew’s hair, blond locks scooped up into a messy bun high on his head. Getting to enjoy Dew’s bedhead was just another reason Aether couldn’t complain about the little ghoul taking over half of his bunk every night. He kisses the top of Dew’s head again and breathes in Dew’s warm scent.

“Ugh,” Dew croaks into Aether’s shoulder. “You gotta be fucking kidding me,” he whines, gripping Aether’s shirt and rubbing his face into his broad chest. Dew sounds as exhausted as Aether feels.

“C’mon Dew, get up and I’ll make coffee,” Aether tries again, unable to mask the tired sound of his own voice. “One more show and we’re off tomorrow. We can sleep in late in a nice big hotel bed.” Aether wraps his arms around Dew’s middle and tries to sound convincing, peppering his face with more kisses in an attempt to rouse the little ghoul who only grumbles further into his chest.

Just as Aether tries bargaining with Dew again, a muffled sound from the bunk below catches his attention.

A whine, pitched high and feminine. Unmistakable in the early morning quiet of the bus. Another whine, louder this time, has Dew’s eye cracking open. He’s fully alert now. He glances at Aether who stares back at Dew, brow quirked.

“Sounds like Swiss and Rain are already up,” Aether observes, a smile breaking out across his face. That gets Dew’s attention. Aether can feel his pulse quicken beneath his hands. They both go silent. Listening.

Ohhh, Rain whispers. Followed by a series of hushed little whimpers and gasps. Rustling sheets. The unmistakable wet sound of sex with a water ghoul. Whether Swiss is using his mouth or his cock to wring the sweet little sounds of pleasure from Rain’s lips is anyone’s guess. Aether feels Dew start to go hard against his thigh and he tightens his grip on Dew’s waist as they listen.

Murmuring, low and deep, they can’t make out the words but it’s undoubtedly Swiss. Suddenly a sharp cry from Rain, followed by hushed giggles and shushing. And then the sound of wet, open-mouthed kisses, Rain’s soft cries muffled by Swiss’ lips.

Aether’s hard now, and he rolls over on top of Dew, caging him in beneath him between his arms. He dips down to kiss Dew and pulls back with a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Bet I can get you off and into the kitchen with a hot cup of coffee in your hand before they even finish,” Aether grins.

Dew, ever competitive, especially when it comes to Swiss and Rain, flashes Aether a matching smirk. “Fuck yes,” he grins, no longer interested in trying to sleep in. They both know they’re gonna catch shit from everyone else for fucking on the bus, but they don’t care. Swiss and Rain started it, really.

Aether immediately shoves his hand into Dew’s briefs, cupping his chubbed up cock, and dives in for another open-mouthed kiss until he’s pulling the same soft sounds from Dew that match the ones drifting up from the bottom bunk.

He jacks Dew off inside his underwear while mouthing at his neck, breathing into Dew’s ear as they listen to the muted sounds of Rain’s moans and whimpers beneath them.

“How do you think Swiss is fucking him?” Aether whispers into Dew’s ear. “Fingers? Has he got that big dick of his buried in Rain’s tight ass? Or maybe he’s using his mouth,” Aether ponders.

“That would explain why Swiss is so quiet down there,” Dew snickers, canting his hips up, rutting into Aether’s warm hand.

Aether huffs a quiet laugh into Dew’s ear and twists his wrist, palming the wet head of Dew’s cock while he strokes him.

Dew lets loose with a moan of his own, before Aether claps a hand over his mouth, stifling a laugh and shushing him. His hand stills on Dew’s cock as they stop to listen. Rain has gone quiet, and Aether is sure Rain and Swiss know what he and Dew are up to now. They hear mumbling again, it’s Swiss, followed by more rustling sheets and one of Rain’s high pitched squeaks, louder this time.

Aether rears back to slip Dew’s underwear off, discarding them in a ball in the corner of the bunk before diving back in, sliding two fingers through the slick of Dew’s ass.

“Mmm, wet already,” he teases, pressing the tip of his finger in. “Bet Rainy is dripping here too. He takes Swiss so well doesn’t he? Our pretty little water ghoul.”

Dew nods and bites his lip, stifling a weak groan as he wraps his legs around Aether’s middle, encouraging him to dip two fingers past the tight ring of muscle and into his hot little body. Aether fingers Dew like that, sharing quiet breaths as they listen in for the sounds of Swiss taking Rain apart beneath them.

Rain’s muffled moans are steady now, and if Aether strains his ears he can hear Swiss’ quiet panting as he works Rain over. The wet sounds of Rain’s body opening up for him.

Aether pulls his fingers out, grabs Dew’s narrow little hips and flips him over, pressing him face-first and flat down into the mattress of the bunk. He grips Dew’s ass with both hands and pulls him open, spitting a gob of saliva directly onto his twitching, fluttering hole. Dew groans into the pillow beneath him and arches his back. Aether pulls himself out of his boxers, lines up and slides his cock through the slippery mess between Dew’s cheeks. As he pushes in he leans in to growl into Dew’s ear.

“Can you hear it? Swiss splitting our sweet little Rain open on his big, fat cock? Making him sing such pretty sounds for us?” He licks into the shell of Dew’s ear, “Do you think they can hear us too? The sound of your tight little ass swallowing me up?”

Dew nods dumbly, head still pressed into the pillow and presses back as Aether bottoms out and starts thrusting into him. The wet sounds from Aether’s bunk mixing in with those drifting in from the bunk below have Dew’s head swimming and before long he’s humping his cock into the bunched up sheets beneath him.

Aether presses him down with his entire body, nuzzling into the little tendrils of golden hair at the nape of Dew’s neck, pulled loose from the bun on his head. “Listen to them” Aether whispers, “I bet Rainy is gonna cum soon, cream himself all over Swiss’ bunk.”

Dew lets out a small groan, desperately trying to keep quiet while Aether fucks in and out of him. Aether knows he’s concentrating, holding his breath and straining to listen for the sounds of Rain’s orgasm.

And they can hear it, the telltale little mantra of yesyesyes that Rain always repeats when he’s close, moments away from cumming thick and soaking and heavy. Swiss is goading him on, voice low and rumbling, barely audible as he croons, That’s right baby, cum for me, soak my fuckin’ sheets.

Aether fucks Dew through Rain’s orgasm, pinning his skinny little hips to the bed and grinding in deep as they listen to Rain’s ragged panting.

There’s less than 10 minutes before the bus pulls up at the venue when Aether and Dew emerge from the bunk. Dew wobbles in on shaky legs, messy hair falling out of the bun on his head. He follows behind a sheepish looking Aether, whose neck is covered in fresh bite marks and bruises.

Rain is tucked into Swiss’ side at the kitchen table, Swiss’ arm slung around his shoulder. Rain glances up at Aether with a small smile, light blush across his pretty face, blue eyes sparkling in the morning sunlight.

“So…” Swiss breaks the silence, sly grin snaking its way across his face. “You two nasty fuckers interested in sharing a room with us at the hotel tonight?”

[flowercrowngods]

shattered on the cliff’s edge, trapped by the tides

Summary: Steve Harrington, disgraced and disowned by his father for moral insanity, has been haunted by eerie dreams of a mysterious lighthouse ever since he was a little boy. His lighthouse quickly turns from recurring night terror to gruesome reality when his superior delegates him to fix the broken light and be the new keeper.

With only his clothes and a pocket watch that only ever shows the correct time twice a day, Steve makes his way up north. Robin, his wife for appearance’s sake, said to meet him there. But Robin never makes it, and Steve soon finds himself trapped in cold, whispering loneliness.

The locals claim that the lighthouse is haunted, cursed, and Steve — followed and plagued by terrible murmurs urging him to leave while he can, and faced with what can only be the ghost of a former keeper ��� is inclined to agree.

part 1 | part 2

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[multiplefandomsdweller]

Richie Kirsch X Reader

Pt.2

Warnings: 🔞 minors dni, canon typical violence/gore, dark themes, reader is graduated but still hangs out with Tara and her friend group, mild language, gore, mentions of w33d and substance abuse

As you woke up you felt like a bolder was sitting on your chest you felt exhausted, last night was a nightmare, and getting stabbed wasn’t the worst part about it sleeping was, all you could do was toss and turn the feeling of being watched weighing down on you all night.

You sat up, your shoulder was sore and throbbing, but you put off checking your phone, hoping for good news at least.

Mindy: Hey omfg I heard what happened Tara said you were attacked by some asshole in a ghost face mask but you left the hospital before we got there are you okay? 5:37am

You stare at your phone, wondering if they have any leads on who the guy was or if they caught him. Suddenly, a phone call interrupts.

‘Wes’ Caller ID

“Hey, how are you? I heard they discharged you from the hospital my mom said they stationed police a couple of blocks down to keep watch” You hear him sigh he’s probably exhausted from the nightmare of yesterday

“Yeah I’m fine my shoulder hurts like a bitch but I’ll probably take some painkillers what about you did you get any sleep last night?” You stand up from your bed grabbing the painkillers on the nightstand and head downstairs

“Yeah, some, but not a lot. I was worried about you and Tara.” You hear him shuffling around a bit. “Did you get the text Mindy sent last night? She texted but said you never responded; she was worried about you.” You grab a glass from the cabinet and set it down on the counter, along with your phone, putting it on speaker.

“Not yet. I was going to respond after I took some medicine, but then you called. How’s Tara doing? I know they will probably keep her there for a while to monitor her.” You turn on the faucet and fill your glass before opening the painkillers and taking some.

“Yeah, she’s being monitored right now. My mom said it’s an open investigation, so they have to keep her at arm’s length in case anything happens.” You mumble, “Yeah,” before picking your phone back up and walking to the living room.

“Well, if anything happens, please call me. I need to know if Tara will be okay.” Before Wes hangs up, he says he will and gives a quick goodbye. You decide to text Mindy back.

You: Hey yeah I’m fine thanks for checking in sorry for not responding sooner I just woke up and Wes called 6:30am

Mindy: It’s fine was just worried I heard from Tara you got attacked and I freaked out especially after what happened with her are you busy today? 6:30am

You: Not really was going to go check on Tara at the hospital 6:31am

Mindy: Do you mind if we join you? It's Amber, Chad, Wes, and me. We need a ride up there because we are skipping today for Tara. 6:32 am

You: Yeah, sure I’ll have to shower and get dressed I’ll pick y’all up in 15 is that okay? 6:33 am

Mindy: Yeah we are sitting at the picnic tables outside of school 6:34am

You: Okay text you when I get there 6:34 am

Mindy: Ok 6:35 am

You head back upstairs to grab some clothes and walk into the bathroom. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you feel like you aren’t yourself anymore. It feels like something is weighing on you, making you question who you are and whether you’re even alive. You turn around, flip on the shower, and as you take off your clothes and step into the water, it feels like shards against your open wound the stinging sensation makes you wince in pain.

As you were finishing up, you heard a loud crash coming from your room, startling you. You turned off the water, grabbed the towel you had hung up, and wrapped yourself in it before stepping out.

The air was cold and bitter, making you tense up. "Mom shouldn’t be home yet," you thought to yourself. Your mom worked the night shift at the Woodsboro nursing home, where she always had paperwork to complete before heading home. She typically worked from 10 PM to 6 or 7 AM, then got shitfaced the moment she arrived home.

You felt as if your legs moved on their own you opened the bathroom door peeking out your nerves on edge “Hello?” You cursed yourself for saying anything ‘Hello? Are you serious do want to die? The first rule of a horror movie is never to open the door and say hello god you’re fucking stupid.’ You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of shuffling and things being moved downstairs, which made your skin crawl. You grab your clothes slip them on and head downstairs slowly, shaking a little more with every step. “Mom? Is that you? I thought you weren’t going to be home until 7:30. Did they let you off early?” You could still hear shuffling sounds, which grew louder with each step closer you took. It made you feel nauseous. When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you noticed that the door was unlocked and slightly ajar. “I know I locked it last night,” you thought to yourself as you approached it. You grabbed the deadbolt, contemplating the point of locking it if you were leaving in just a minute anyway.

As you slowly walked into the living room, an unsettling feeling of being watched hung over you. Just before you could reach the kitchen, your phone rang, interrupting the tense silence.

‘Mindy’ Caller ID

It startles you making your breath catch in your throat you answer trying not to sound scared shitless.

“Hey, I'm headed your way! Sorry, the front door was unlocked and open, so I thought my mom was home, but I guess not. I probably forgot to lock it, though I could have sworn I did.” You accidentally ramble on, not giving Mindy a chance to speak.

“Sorry, I’m on edge,” you say. You hear Mindy laugh a little. “It’s fine; I was just wondering where you were.”

You grab your keys and head outside, but not before giving a visual scan of the living room. It felt off in a way you couldn’t quite explain. “I’m on my way, though. Whoever’s sitting in the back might have to move some stuff. Is that okay?” You hear her ask around.

“Yeah, it’s all good. See you when you get here,” Mindy replied. You hang up the phone and head towards your car.

The drive to Woodsboro High is quiet. Your shoulder is radiating a dull pain, and every turn of the wheel sends a sharp sting down your arm, but it's bearable. You finally pull into the curb and park, pulling out your phone to text Mindy.

You: Hey I’m here 7:25 am

Looking around, you see Chad, Amber, Liv, Wes, and Mindy chatting at the picnic tables. You take a deep breath and adjust the bandage wrapped around your shoulder, hoping to relieve the pressure of its tightness.

Mindy: Coming 7:30 am

You set down your phone in the cup holder and unlock the doors you watch as Amber and Mindy jog to the car while Chad and Wes follow close behind. Everyone exchanged quick hellos and got into the vehicle. You put the car in drive and pulled out, heading to the hospital. The ride was silent, broken only by the occasional phone notification or sigh; you could tell that everyone was on edge or at least a little nervous.

As you finally pulled into the parking lot, you saw the police tape wrapped around the site of your attack, sending shivers down your spine. The atmosphere in the car felt awkward, but you brushed it off as you got out and b-lined straight to the front entrance. As the group walked inside, you noticed nurses and staff bustling about, talking amongst themselves.

As you approach the front desk, you overhear Amber whispering to Mindy about something you can't quite make out. "We're here to see Tara Carpenter. We were here last night; we came to check up on her," You watch as the nurse at the front desk typed away at her computer, nodding slightly before pointing down the hall toward Tara's room. You quickly say thank you and motion for everyone to follow behind you. "Do you think Sam is still here?" Amber sounded irritated; she wasn't the biggest fan of Sam, just like you weren't. She was always worried about Tara, not allowing people to get close to her. It was overbearing at times, but you knew she meant well. "Probably she sounded really worried when I called her after it happened." As everyone flooded into the room, your eyes met Randy's—or was it, Richie? You couldn’t remember; everything was still a little hazy from last night. He looked exhausted; he probably hadn’t gotten any sleep, and you couldn’t blame him. “Hey,” Sam stood up and walked towards you. “How’s your shoulder? I was going to call, but it went to voicemail, so I assumed you were asleep.” You never actually blocked Sam, even though Amber was determined that you should. You could feel Amber's eyes boring into the back of your head; she clearly didn't expect to hear that you hadn't listened to her advice about cutting ties. But how could you? Sam had her problems, but she was always someone you could rely on for advice. You felt it was important to support her because she was always there for you, checking in to see if Tara was okay or if she needed anything.

"Yeah, it's fine. It hurts a little, but the painkillers the doctor gave are helping; it's just hard to move it."

You offer a small smile and step back, giving others a chance to squeeze past you. "Can I talk to you?" you ask Sam, giving her a small nod as you follow behind her, watching her boyfriend trail along. "I wanted to thank you for staying with Tara. It means a lot, especially considering what she's been through. I know we aren't on the best terms, but I just wanted to let you know."

You notice her adjust herself, and it's clear that this took a lot of effort on her part, but you appreciate the gesture. "Yeah, don't mention it," You awkwardly smile as she walks back into the room, leaving you with a more awkward version of your older brother. Oddly enough, this gives you a sense of comfort, knowing who your brother was.

"She means well, you know." You turn towards him. "She told me a lot about Tara, and about you she mentioned that you were always there for her, even if you weren't on speaking terms."

You take a deep breath, catching the scent of his cologne. It was slightly faded, but you could still recognize it; it smelled familiar, like the one your parents kept in memory of your brother. Even though they didn't want anything to do with him, it was comforting to know he wasn't forgotten for the person he was before everything happened. "I know…" You turn towards the door, watching everyone talk. You feel his eyes never leave your frame, analyzing you. It feels similar to the sensation you experienced all night and this morning, but you push it aside, knowing he means well. "How long have you and Sam been dating, if it’s not weird to ask?" You didn't take your eyes off the group chatting in the room and just waited for a response. "Six months. We met at work, had a lot in common, so I decided to ask her out, and surprisingly, she said yes." You heard him laugh a little, but the tone of the conversation felt off in some way. "Nice, did you get any sleep?" You turned your attention back to him, noticing he was already staring at you. He tensed up a little, looking away for a second, then back at you. "Not really decided to watch some Netflix to distract myself. What about you?" You smiled softly. "I kept tossing and turning all night so no," he nodded and returned your smile. "What were you watching?" you asked, feeling a slight throb in your shoulder as you adjusted your posture. "The Stab movies. I know, I know, but I wanted to be prepared for what we might be facing," he said. You snickered a little before raising your eyebrow. "Really? Haven't you seen them before?" He shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders. "Sam told me they were based on actual events, but I was never really interested in the plot, you know? I mean, I’ve never seen Gone With The Wind either, but I wouldn’t consider it a huge gap in my cinematic education." You laugh, genuinely surprised. "Most of the Stab movies are based on real events, though. Stab 3 was a fluke; one of the writers decided to take creative liberties, which kind of ruined the series." You watch as he thinks about what to say next. "Anyways, every year some idiot decides to put on the mask and get the brilliant idea to go around slashing up their friends for their fifteen minutes of fame. "The last time it happened was in 2011." You roll your eyes, thinking of how ridiculous it was, and now you’re caught in the middle. "So, like the plot of Halloween?" You look up at him. "Not at all like the plot." "It sounds a lot like the plot of—" you laugh a little. "Okay, it's a bit like Halloween, just different. chain of murders began with Billy Loomis and Stu Macher. The only remaining survivors were Gale Weathers, Sidney Prescott, Dewey Riley, and Randy Meeks. until Billy Loomis's mother and Mickey Altieri decided to create a sequel and killed Randy." "May he rest in peace," you thought to yourself as you watched his expression turn into a stone-faced demeanor. "So, Sam and you grew up in a town known not only for its infamous serial killers but where copycats spring up every few years. And we chose to come here voluntarily?" You let out a sigh.

"I'm sure Sam just wanted to make sure Tara was alright." You turn back toward the door, reflecting on how messed up this situation is. Maybe he was right; perhaps it was a death wish to still be living here. "So now we have to worry about not getting attacked by some lunatic who watched Jason Voorhees and thought, 'You know, this guy's got some pretty solid ideas!"

You smile at the joke. "Listen, I'm sorry you got dragged into all of this. You don't have to stay." You turn back to him. "I want to be here," you nod as you start to walk back into the hospital room.

"Wait, Y/N, can I have your number just in case anything happens?"

You look at him, a little puzzled, but you agree and hand him your phone so he can enter his number. You stand there waiting for him to finish, locking eyes with Sam, who seems to be watching you intently. 'I hope she doesn't get jealous,' you think to yourself.

He hands your phone back. You look down at your phone, Richie—yes, that’s his name. You watch as he pulls out his phone and starts typing.

Richie: Yo, I just wanted to check if it works. 10:36am

You laugh and nod in response, saying, "It works." He laughs back and nods, following you back into the room.

The room felt tense as Richie stood on the opposite side of the room, softly smiling at Sam, who didn’t return the gesture. Amber was holding Tara’s hand, trying to comfort her—more for her own sake than for Tara’s—but it was nice to see.

“You brought a date?” Amber glanced at Sam with disgust, which Sam reciprocated.

“Don’t start…” Richie cleared his throat, an awkward expression plastered on his face, and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. Sam rolled her eyes and walked toward Richie.

“This is Chad and Mindy, the twins, and Wes Hicks. I used to babysit them all,” Sam said, Richie smiled as he shook their hands. Then he turned back to Sam and you. “Where’s Mom?”

Sam walked back over to Tara, looking down at her. “She was here earlier—”

“For all of ten minutes look, Tara’s really tired, and there are a lot of people in here so…” Amber was visibly upset.

“It’s okay; I want her to stay,” Tara managed a tired smile, “I’d like that.” Sam placed her hand on Tara's shoulder

Sam nodded. “I was thinking I could sleep here tonight.”

Before Amber could respond, Wes placed a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe you should let them catch up," he suggested. Amber looked at Tara, who subtly nodded, looking hurt but still kissed her on the forehead. "Text me if you need anything. Do you have your inhaler?" Tara nodded and smiled.

As you walked towards Tara to say your goodbyes, you gave her a soft hug, trying to avoid putting any pressure on your shoulder. Afterward, joining the others, you offer Richie a quick smile before leaving the room. "Hey, are you all busy?" you ask, turning your attention to Chad, who is walking ahead with Mindy. "I was thinking we could shoot some pool to help take our minds off this shitshow." Everyone nods in agreement. "Yeah, sure, I could use a drink," you reply as you all approach the exit of the hospital.

As you get into the car, you feel your phone buzz in your back pocket, but you decide not to check it until you arrive at the bar.

“God, I’m so done with Sam, I swear to God,” Amber says, getting into the car with the others, who roll their eyes.

“All I’m saying is, Sam doesn’t deserve Tara.”

You sigh in response, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

The drive to the bar felt dramatically different from the one to the hospital. Everyone was discussing horror movie tropes, and Mindy was convinced that Tara’s attacker was someone from our group. As she put it, “The killer is always close to the victim. No one can be trusted, not even her. It could be anyone.” Everyone started arguing with her saying it couldn't have been them cause they all had airtight alibis.

"By the way, Wes, your mom asked me if I was involved in Tara's attempted murder, so that was fun," You glanced at Chad through the rearview mirror. He looked hurt at the mere suggestion that he might have anything to do with it. "I'm sure she was just asking everyone," Chad nodded in response. "Not just people like you, who look like roided-out serial killers."

Amber turned around to glare at Chad from the back seat, giving him a look you could only describe as disdain. "What about you, Amber? That Snapchat could have been pre-recorded, so what's your alibi?"

Amber shot back, clearly irritated that Chad was bringing it up again. "How could it be me? Tara literally saw the killer and me in the same frame, genius."

Wes sighed, obviously tired of the conversation. "But aren't there always two killers in the Stab movies?"

Mindy looked up from her phone and deadpanned at Wes, "Not in 3 or 8. Stay in your lane, Wes." You stifled a laugh, not expecting that response from Mindy.

"Hey, Y/N, by the way, Liv is already at the bar, so you don't have to worry about picking her up." Chad smiled and you nodded, focusing on the conversation and the road.

"Plus, the press isn't mentioning Ghostface," Mindy said, turning off her phone and setting it in her lap before looking at Wes. "Mom didn't want to cause a panic."

Mindy nodded in agreement. "It'll get out eventually. It always does, by the second or third killing."

Amber looked shocked for a moment. "Jesus, Mindy! There wasn't a first killing! Tara's still alive."

Amber rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed with Mindy.

"Hm. I mean, she could still die," Mindy replied, smiling sarcastically. Just then, Chad reached over and slapped her on the shoulder. "Fuck, Mindy!"

"Or the killer could come back for her," Mindy added, rubbing her shoulder and giving Chad a sidelong glance. Amber couldn't believe what Mindy was saying.

"Chad, can you please tell your sister to stop talking?" she interjected, looking back at Mindy with irritation.

Mindy shot her a irritated glance in return. "I'm just saying, something's different this time."

Wes glanced up at you through the rearview mirror before pulling out the taser he had hooked onto one of his belt loops. "I'm telling you, arm up. Pepper spray? Check. Taser? Check."

Amber laughed. "Girlfriend repellent? Check."

Wes's face turned red with embarrassment. You finally pulled into the parking lot of the bar and put your car in park. "Y'all go inside; I'll join you in a second," you said. You heard a collective "Okay" before everyone filed out of the car, leaving you alone. You pulled your phone out of your pocket to check it and saw that you had a text from Richie.

Richie: Where did you go? Was hoping to catch you before you left but Sam wanted to talk so I didn't have time 8:35 pm

You sighed tapping on the side of your phone before responding

You: We decided to go to the bar to blow off steam 9:14 pm

Richie: ...

You watch the text bubble go in and out before disappearing fully, causing you to feel slightly disappointed. But, you understood. You decide to get out of the car and join the others inside.

"I was thinking about what Amber said at the picnic tables. We've been together for a while now, right? And I don't want to be the stereotypical jock who's just trying to get into his girlfriend's pants." As you approach the group that has already gathered around the pool table, you raise an eyebrow at the conversation you just walked into. "Great!" Liv smiles and kisses him on the cheek, locking eyes with you and saying a quick 'hello.' leaving Chad with a dumbfounded look on his face — definitely not the way he expected that to go.

It was around midnight, and Amber was playing a new game. You watched as the balls ricocheted off the walls, with some landing in the pockets leaving Mindy frowning at the decent break. You were sipping on your mocktail after deciding on the way here that it was a good decision not to drink since you were the one driving home. But you definitely needed something to calm your nerves. "So, what is she like? The sister?" Chad smiled as he walked around the pool table, setting his Diet Coke on the table where you were sitting. "Sam's cool," he said. Mindy scoffed at Chad's comment. "You're just saying that because she let you wear Pokémon onesies to bed for a year."

You watched as Amber missed her shot, followed by Mindy, who was lining up her next move. Amber looked over at Liv with her head resting on the end of her pool cue. "Her dad left when Tara was eight and Sam was thirteen, right? Tara just needs someone to lean on to get through it, but Sam went nuts. She started drinking, doing drugs, getting arrested, and hooking up with half the guys in town."

Chad smiled and nodded. "I, for one, support that kind of behavior." Liv gave him a light smack on the shoulder, shaking her head in disappointment, while Amber walked around pouring the flask of whiskey she had in her purse for everyone, skipping yours.

"Then Sam leaves town on her eighteenth birthday, ghosts them all, and abandons Tara at thirteen to deal with their mom. Trust me, Sam's not the good guy in all this."

You sigh, watching Wes as he covers his drink with his hand when Amber gets to him. "I'd prefer to stay sharp, thanks,"

Amber rolls her eyes. "So what? You're going to protect Tara from her own sister?"

Amber stared at Wes. "She's my girlfriend, so yeah."

Wes scoffed. "She was my girlfriend too."

Amber rolls her eyes before shooting her turn "For like five minutes, relax." "It would've been longer if you hadn't swooped in," You roll your eyes "Tara made the first move, bud. The heart wants what it wants," Mindy takes her turn in thought "Hm.. motive." You look up at Mindy confused, "What?" Mindy looks at Wes then you "If I can't have her no one can." Wes looked at Mindy pissed "Fuck you, Mindy." You give Mindy a look that says, "Come on." She shrugs, "Nothing personal. We're all suspects, except maybe Liv." Liv smiles, "Thank you." But Mindy adds, "You're way too boring to be a psycho." You almost spit out your drink, watching Liv's face drop. "Um, hello? Y/N and Wes are the boring ones," she argues, pointing to her hair. You shoot Liv a death stare. "No, Wes is the goody-goody, and Y/N buys us beer. And who has pink hair? Boring people who dye it to feel less boring." You roll your eyes, "Thanks, Mindy. Nice to know I'm just good for a pack of beer." Just then, a guy who looks a bit tipsy calls out, "Hey, Liv!" Everyone turns, and you see Liv's uncomfortable expression.

It was Vince, a guy that Liv had a summer fling that didn't end well, according to what she told us. "Buy you a real drink, or are you happy sitting at the kid's table?" he asked. You shot him a death glare. "Look, Uglier Michael Myers, it was just a summer fling. You need to get the fuck over it." Chad towered over the guy trying to intimidate him. "I'd be happy to open you up," he said. You watch as the guy pulls a switchblade out of his pocket and opens it, causing Chad to freeze. “Come on, man, let's not do this.” You stand up, trying to de-escalate the situation, which probably isn’t the best decision you’ve ever made, but it’s all you can do to avoid another blood bath "back it up bitch before slice your throat open" Before you could respond you heard the bartender yell at Vance telling him to leave "Fuck this bar man." You watch as he storms out holding up his middle fingers "Yeah fuck off man," Chad gives him the finger "You kids to get out too." You scoff and roll your eyes following everyone out waiting at the door for Chad to follow.

You decided to drop everyone off so they could get some sleep and cool off, cause they were pissed about being kicked out on behalf of Chad and Vince comparing their dick sizes.

"See you later," Amber said as she got out of the car. "Tell Tara I love her."

You nodded before she shut the door, waving as she walked toward her house. Taking a deep breath, you put the car back into drive and headed back to the hospital.

The car was quiet, so you decided to connect your phone to Bluetooth and play some music to decompress and make the drive less awkward. The first song that played was "You're Only Human" by Billy Joel, but you skipped it. Instead, you chose to let "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Gus Black play, and you set your phone in the cup holder.

When you finally arrive at the hospital, you disconnect your phone from Bluetooth, checking to see if anyone has texted you. “Dry as always,” you think to yourself, feeling kind of disappointed that Richie never texted you back. “He’s probably asleep.”

You get out of the car, turn on your phone flashlight, and sweep it around to check around you when hear any subtle sounds. On edge and worried that you might get jumped again, you finally reach the entrance. Taking a much-needed deep breath, you walk past the front desk towards Tara's room. “God, they need to revamp this place; it looks like shit, honestly,” you laugh to yourself as you knock on the door, waiting for Sam or Richie to answer.

“Oh hey,” Richie whispers, opening the door with a tired smile. “Hey, I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to crash here if that’s okay.” He nods, stepping back to let you walk past him. You look over at Sam and Tara who were asleep peacefully together "that's sweet" you thought before taking a seat next to Richie "Why are you still awake?"

You look at him, then back at Sam for a moment. "Same as you. I couldn't sleep, so I decided to finish Stab 2." You stifle a laugh. "It's on brand for what's going on." He smiles softly. "Again, I want to be prepared." You watch as he picks up his phone from the table next to him. "Which part are you on?" you ask absentmindedly, leaning into him to catch a glimpse of the scene playing on his phone. You feel his eyes on you as you try to remember which scene it was. "Oh! I remember now!" You turn to him, realizing how close your face is to his, causing your cheeks to flush slightly. You clear your throat, feeling frozen in place. "Now how could you make this less awkward Y/N?" You thought to yourself, "He's actually kind of cute from this angle." You tried to push the thought away, but with the small distance between you, it was difficult. He held your gaze without breaking eye contact until you heard someone move behind you quickly whip your head around and see Richie doing the same out of the corner of your eye. He puts down the phone and looks at Sam. "You okay?" You feel a twinge of jealousy as you watch Richie stand up to check on Sam, who has just jolted awake, likely from a nightmare. "Bad dream I thought you were going to the hotel." Richie glances back at you, then at his phone. "Stab is on Netflix; I got sucked in." Sam looks at him with a puzzled expression with a hint of irritation. "What? I want to be prepared," she said, rolling her eyes before turning her attention to you. "Why are you here?" You knew she didn’t mean it rudely, but it still felt that way. "I couldn't sleep, and I had to drop off the others. I thought that instead of locking myself in my bedroom, I could do something that wouldn’t make me want to chug bleach" You half-laugh because you were half-joking, but they didn’t need to know that. Richie seemed to catch on, looking at you with a confused yet concerned expression, while Sam just shook her head. "I gotta find a bathroom," she said. As Sam stood up, she asked if you could come with her for "safety." You agreed, thinking it was a good idea. "I’ll be watching Netflix when you both come back," Richie said with a soft smile as you both exited the room.

"How’s your shoulder?" she looked at you then back down the hallway.

"It’s fine. I had to take some painkillers earlier; I’m just tired, that’s all."

“Tired” was an understatement—you felt beyond exhausted, but she didn’t need to know that, you thought.

"When did you get back? You could have woken me up instead of being stuck with Richie," she said with a gentle smile.

"Not long ago. I didn’t mind; he’s pretty quiet. He told me how you two met—it’s kind of cute, not gonna lie."

You felt your stomach turn at those words. You didn’t expect to feel jealous over a guy you had just met, especially one who already had a girlfriend standing right beside you. You weren't really the jealous type, especially when it came to Sam and the men she slept with or dated, but this time it felt different.

"He did?" Sam asked, looking at you with a confused yet satisfied demeanor, making you curl in on yourself a little. "Was she being defensive?" You could never really tell with her; your relationship was always on and off, but you never got close enough to determine whether she hated you or vice versa.

"I'm gonna go get a drink. Do you want anything?" she looked back at you stopping. You watched as she took her phone out of her pocket, undid her phone case, and pulled out a couple of dollars before putting it back on.

"No, thank you," smiling lightly. She then broke off toward the commons area, and you decided to head to the restroom to freshen up.

"God, get yourself together, Y/N." You looked at yourself in the mirror, seeing the same distorted face staring back at you. You felt awful, and your shoulder was hurting like crazy. You had lied to Sam about taking the painkillers because you had accidentally left them at home. But she had much more to worry about than your irresponsibility. You turn on the cold water, splashing your face in hopes that it will make you feel at least a little more alive than you do at this moment. After turning off the water, you walk to the bathroom door, unsure of whether to go back out. You felt like you needed a moment to collect yourself. As you walk to the wall, you slowly turn your back to it and slide down to sit on the floor. Taking a deep breath, you tell yourself, "It's going to be okay, Y/N." You try to give yourself a pep talk, but it doesn’t help. Every corner you turn felt like a death sentence, but you had to keep going—for Tara and for the others who are counting on you to keep your shit together. As you stood up, you heard a commotion coming from outside the door, "What the hell?" Your heart sank a little as the noises grew louder. Opening the door felt like a death wish, but you couldn't stop yourself from taking the handle and pushing it open. To your horror, you saw Sam fighting for her life as the same guy that attacked you in the Ghost Face mask chased her trying to slash her face open with a hunting knife Sam tried to run past him, but he swung and landed a punch right in her face, knocking her down. He then grabbed the knife that was stuck in the bathroom door. Before he took off, he caught a glimpse of you; you froze in horror as you locked eyes with him. The gaze felt familiar, but you didn’t have time to think before he turned to swing at Sam again. She kicked him in the leg, causing his knee to buckle. Sam seized the opportunity, and you both took off running toward the nurses' station. "Help! He's trying to kill me!" As you stopped running to catch your breath, your shoulder felt like molten lava. "God, I need to stop getting myself stuck in the middle of this bullshit." Just as you paused, you saw Sam collide with Deputy Vinson, who was already rushing over to see what the screaming was about. "What's going on?" Sam gasped, clearly winded from the impact. "A man in the commons just tried to kill me! Call the cops!"

Everything after that was a blur. You couldn't focus on anything except your shoulder and what had just happened. All you remembered was Richie asking, "What the hell just happened?" and Sheriff Judy questioning you about why you were in the next room when it all occurred. You were practically shaking like a leaf, trying to gather your bearings, but nothing seemed to help. As you and Sam got ushered into Mrs. Hicks police vehicle you watched as Richie followed close behind getting into his car and trailing behind us the whole way to the police station where you were both told you needed to give a statement about everything. You closed your eyes hoping to calm yourself down at least a little before you completely lost it.

Pt.2

Pt.3 coming soon...

[winterwandersland]

did i say i would have something out last week? yes. did i get anything out? no. but did i start and almost finish writing? yes. will i have a new chapter for paperwork and a new story out soon? yes. did i spend my weekend partying bc of my birthday? yes. (in fact, i need to change my bio). but will i have something out soon? yes.

[silverofthunder]

here's a little sneak peek of the evil!Copia fic:

The person didn't say anything, just stared at him with watery eyes and Copia could hear their heart eating rapidly. He could sense how much they wanted to run away, as far as they could from him. They couldn't run, though, as Copia didn't want them to. On rare occasions he allowed the preys to run but it was more fun like this - when all they could do was stand frozen in place and take whatever treatment Copia offered.

And usually the treatment they got was far from pretty.

"What are you?" The person's voice was barely audible and they looked like they had almost given up. Acceptes their fate, whatever that might be. Copia chuckled, squeezing the person's jaw.

"Your worst nightmare."

[baghassavocados]

Various silly doodles I've done for my FNAF Ghosts AU :33 (I'll get more of the more serious ones/ones with more possible plot out soon, but sillies first)

(I'm sorry for how small this one is ;-;) ⬇️

[fanficwriterlover]

A quick update....this is how far I've written for the upcoming chapter...phew... 😭 and I'm not even done yet !

Anyways just wanted to assure you guys ! I am working on it and hoping to have it finished tonight! Can't wait to share this chapter 🥺🤍

❤️Thanks for Supporting This Series❤️

[danibee33]

Chapter 6 👀👀

[neoninky]

Holy Beans Day Shawarma! Something NOT Twisted Wonderland related?!

Yes friends, you are seeing this correctly lol.

I have dusted off my digital tablet and decided to practice drawing digitally in earnest this new year alongside writing. Starting with one of my all time favorites Pokemon pen and ink drawings (original on the right) I did back in late 2020: my Pumpkaboo patch 🎃💜

I have loved Pokemon since the very beginning but I especially love Ghost types. I love my lil’ haunted beasties.

I decided to redo a few of my old traditional drawings that I fid years ago to practice going digital and I’ll be posting them here and on my Instagram and maybe even DeviantArt. (Info on my profile)

And yes I wanna do some TWST art as well, specially my OCs. I have some new ones in the works for my upcoming Diasomnia TWST canon x oc story that I definitely want to draw so look forward to those 👍💜

[demaparbat-hp]

For the Spirits— Chapter VII: Take Me South

Take me south when it's the time

Pour me away like golden wine

I'll form a splash and it will dry

But in the shape of you

—Pure You by Nothing But Thieves

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Yume placed her hands on her hips and took a step forward. “That I do, yet I can't help but wonder about the timing. Heading South, seeking information on the Tribes…it's all very sudden, don't you think?”

The folded parchment hidden under his vest suddenly seemed to hold the weight of the world. Zuko placed a hand on his chest, where the sketch rested just above his heart. He stared thoughtfully at the floor.

Why now, indeed?

[evansbby]

bestie what did he do????? do i need to pull my glock out or what

he fr lost the baddest bitch 🙏🏾

the usual thing that men do. he ghosted me 😭😭 after we’d went on a few dates and also for weeks we’d text ALL day and half the night like till 3am 😭 and i don’t mean sexting i mean actual conversation with cute flirting 😭😭😭 but then he all of a sudden just stopped replying and i should’ve just NOT SAID ANYTHING but then i texted him a few days after he ghosted me and then he was like “sorry i was busy :)” WHICH IS BASICALLY CODE FOR FUCK YOU I AM DONE WITH YOU 🥲🥲🥲🥲 like I can’t believe he wasted my time like that!!! and I don’t understand what was going on in his HEAD like he was sooo into it like in the beginning i wasn’t even that attracted to him i just thought he was fun to talk to!! He was the one who kept complimenting me and flirting with me!!! (another red flag in hindsight lol). I mean he was hot so i was initially attracted to him but then I got the ick but then i forced myself to be attracted to him again bc his personality was so good 😭😭😭 and we genuinely got along so well 😭 anyways he never popped up again so it’s safe to say it’s done lol even if he did pop up now i wouldn’t reply 😂😂

[feralghxuls]

merry christmas ya filthy animals

You Call On Me

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dew/Swiss

Tags: Finger sucking, Hand & finger kink, undernegotiated kink (they have an Understanding, everything in here has been discussed previously offscreen), light somnophilia (sort of), boot kink

Words: 2,240

Summary: Swiss is feeling needy, but he won't ask for what he wants and Dew gets fed up with it. (Not that shoving his fingers into Swiss's mouth is really a punishment, but hey)

Dew's a little mean and Swiss loves it.

Swiss slinks past for the seventh time in the last thirty minutes, not quite making eye contact with Dew as he brushes by and lifts his tail. Dew stares him down, masking his hunger with a look of irritation. 

It’s just the two of them and Aether in one of the common rooms, a movie Aether wanted them to see playing on the TV, but Aether is the only one actually watching it. Well, he was, sort of. He’s curled against Dew’s side on the little loveseat they’d claimed, but he’s long since lost the battle to heavy eyelids, so really it’s just Dew and Swiss. 

And Swiss isn’t even pretending to watch the movie, instead choosing to act like a needy whore, getting up from his armchair across the room every ten minutes to refill his drink that doesn’t need refilling, to root around for snacks he doesn’t eat, to get a blanket, to put the blanket back and return with a different one. Weak excuses to stand and brush past Dew, to make sure he catches the rich cloud of want that’s rolling off him in waves. 

Dew would be lying if he said he wasn’t falling for it. The first time Swiss had pulled this, had sidled by far too close for how much space there is, bumping his hip against the arm of the loveseat and flicking his tail against Dew’s shoulder, Dew had watched him with dark eyes, heady anticipation filling his chest. He’d expected Swiss to come back from the tiny kitchenette behind him and plant himself on Dew’s thighs as he so often does to Dew and any other ghoul with an open lap, but he’d returned to his own chair instead, sinking into it and spreading his knees, pretending to watch the screen with one ear half turned towards Dew. 

By the third time Swiss pulled his little stunt, the room is already stinking of want, but Swiss still hadn’t asked for anything, hadn’t even spoken, and had still barely even touched Dew, though he had at some point popped the top few buttons of his black button down. Dew aches to reach out and rip through the rest of them, to see Swiss laid bare before him, but if Swiss wants to play games, then fine. Dewdrop can play this game. 

Read the rest on Ao3!

[copiousloverofcopia]

Announcing a couple of things in the works!!!

These are planned to be like 5 chapters or so, smaller fics...we shall see if I can handle myself.

Something Special Special Ghoul Phil x OC Adrienne 

After Special does an interview with a young child for Meliora, he realizes something is missing from his life. When finally returning home, he decides to find out if his happiness is worth putting his wife Adrienne at risk.

Under the Spell Mary Goore x OC Piper

Piper and Mary have been best friends since they first met at the Ministry orphanage. When Mary and her boyfriend Sid asked her to come along on gigs, Piper thought it was a no-brainer. But as the excitement of the buzzing amps dies down, she realizes she wants more---now if only she can get him to agree.