#her attacks are more i'm going to stab you with a knife that just came out of my head

[florestalio]

HIDE-N-SEEK — l.hs

recently, your town has been getting terrorized by a serial killer, going by the name of 'ghostface'. of course you were scared to be his victim. imagine the sheer terror on your face — and the utter delight on his — when your fear turns out to not have been caused by your paranoia.

GENRE— ghostface au, stalker au

WARNINGS— dubcon, then noncon, and then dubcon again (you'll see what I'm talking about), both reader and heeseung are kinda fucked up, mentions of killing, mentions of stalking, knife play, fear play, reader has tits, reader's pussy gets called 'her' a few times?, fingering, cum eating, slight spit play, spit kink (?), name-calling (baby, slut, bitch, etc.), unprotected sex (don't), blood, blood play, bulge kink, clit pinching, missionary, mating press, kind of an open ending (?), NOT PROOFREAD, let me know if I missed any!

WORDCOUNT— 8.2k

NOTE— among the italicized text, if you see normal text, it basically indicates the opposite. as in, if the entire block of text wasn't italicized, then the normal text would have been in italics instead... if that helps

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

NO ONE WAS SAFE.

No matter where you resided, if Ghostface chose you as his victim, consider yourself to be dead.

No amount of protection, whether it be in the form of weapons or guards, locked doors or high security neighbourhoods — no one was safe from him.

You may ask, who exactly was ‘Ghostface’? Why, he is a renowned serial killer, one who wears a pitch black coat and a creepy mask, paired with white rubber gloves. The last thing his victims see before dying is the creepy ghostface mask smiling down at them — as said by a ghostface victim, who had miraculously survived the attack, only to die hours later in the same hospital at which he was interviewed. Reports say that the victim had been stabbed a total of twenty times, the word ‘Ghostface' carved onto his forehead. Apparently, he didn't appreciate the fact that someone survived him — even if it was only for a few hours.

Which was why everyone was scared to go out, even during the day. Till this date, no one had ever seen his actual face, his entire existence a mystery to everyone except him. He was truly an enigma, the source of both amazement and horror for all.

People were scared to even interact with each other, in case said person turned out to be Ghostface. What if they did something to piss the other person off, resulting in their death — perhaps in just a few hours from the aforementioned incident?

For an introvert like you, avoiding people came easy to you, it being your second nature. You weren't too worried about offending Ghostface, even by mistake. But no one was ever truly safe, not from the hands of a psycho serial killer, were they?

You would often find yourself peeking behind your shoulder at random times of the day, checking if someone was looking at you, or worse, following you. Perhaps it was simply due to your paranoia, combined with the increasing cases of deaths in the hands of Ghostface. Either way, your guard was always up.

You used to stay at the dorms on campus before, even when the deaths had started occurring on a daily basis. It was only after Regina — a girl who you never really liked because of her bitchy attitude — was found one morning by her roommate, completely mauled in her own dorm, lying in a pool of her own blood — did you finally feel terrified enough to move out of them, moving into a house in a slightly secluded region of the town, just around ten blocks away from campus. It wasn't a complete guarantee of your security, but it was better than nothing.

From some of the recent reports, apparently the victims of Ghostface were — stalked by him a few days prior to him killing them. Photos of the victims taken without their knowledge during the week before their death were found with their body. The police declared them to be taken by Ghostface, a fact that left you even more shaken than before.

You didn't have to be afraid of him. You were more than sure that you never did anything to piss anyone off, at least not knowingly. Surely no one could be holding a grudge against you, right? Especially not Ghostface?

Right?

IT WAS A NORMAL FRIDAY NIGHT — or as normal as it could be with the threat of becoming Ghostface’s next victim hanging heavily in the air.

Friday nights used to be the time when you danced, sang, got drunk, and hooked up, all night long at the frat parties that were held religiously every Friday. Now? Now people were afraid to look in other people's direction, in fear of provoking Ghostface.

It was truly remarkable, the way he had everyone in his chokehold. Rumors surrounding him specifically were mostly to blame for this.

See, according to many, Ghostface apparently likes to… toy with his victims before killing them. Exactly how does he toy with them?

According to the rumours, he gives them a phone call, taunting them. His voice is always distorted by a voice modulator, adding to the air of mystery surrounding him.

People were already downright terrified of him, but some people who apparently thought themselves to be hilarious, often mimicked Ghostface's antics — or what the rumours about him said — and called people up randomly, with a voice modulator. They would take advantage of the fact that no one actually knew what it sounded like, terrifying people to the core.

While some did it for pranking purposes, others did it for more malicious intentions, taking advantage of people's fears. It started getting worse and worse, the fakers, that is — until the government finally declared it to be a crime to mimic Ghostface, announcing a long time in jail for anyone who attempted it.

This put a stop to the mimicking, but it only made people grow more antsy. People were always silently waiting till their turn arrived to be Ghostface’s new victim, a fact that thrilled no one, but sent a chill down their spines, everytime they even thought of it.

Tonight was especially dark. The moon was behind the clouds, the eerie darkness causing you to feel more terrified than normal. It wasn't that dark, but with Ghostface out in the open…

You decided to focus on washing the rest of dirty dishes instead, trying to get your mind off the serial killer. You had procrastinated long enough, the dishes starting to pile up. What better way to distract yourself?

You turned on the television, listening to an anime while washing the dishes. Silence scared you, — which was ironic, since you were an introvert with terrible social anxiety — the need to have some kind of sound, in the tiny and isolated house of yours, other than the sound of washing dishes, was extremely high. The only available option on the television was anime, and… well, the news. But no one wants to listen to the news during these times — all the news channels simply showed Ghostface's new victims and their mutilated bodies that lay in a pool of their own blood.

You were done with washing the dishes, putting all the plates away neatly — when suddenly, your phone rang. You peeked at the screen, your lips turning into a frown — it was an unknown number.

You wiped your hands on your pants, picking up the call, putting the phone to your ear. “Hello…? May I know who this is?”

The phone remained silent for an entire minute. Just as you were about to speak again, a somewhat distorted voice came from the other side of the call. “What's your name?”

You frowned. Why was this person asking for your name, when he was the one that called you in the first place? What a fucking weirdo.

You spoke again. “I don't wish to sound rude, but — shouldn't I be the one asking that? I mean, you were the one that called me, you know — not the other way around.”

You heard a chuckle from the other side of the phone. It creeped you out, the sound more menacing than amused. He spoke again, his voice still sounding distorted. “Aren’t you adorable?”

You were starting to feel creeped out now. Your hand was gripping the last plate in your hand tightly, not even noticing how much pressure you were using on it. You spoke in a slightly higher voice, your tone pitchy with a detectable hint of panic. “Listen Mr. Stranger — I don't know who you are, nor am I particularly curious. But you aren't fucking funny, so if you don't have anything of importance to say, I'm hanging up.”

Silence. Again. This guy was really testing your patience.

Finally, he spoke again, his voice lower… still distorted. “I would watch my tone if I were you, sweetheart. It's no way to talk to a… stranger, is it?”

You gulped. He sounded so… ominous, his tone nothing short of menacing. With your anxiety spiking, you spoke again, your voice mostly level except for the slightest tremor to it. “What do you want…?”

The guy on the other side of the call let out a hum. “To know your name, of course. You still haven't told me.”

You let out a shaky breath, your grip on the plate tightening. “But why? What is the importance of my name to you?”

He let out a chuckle, his next words making your blood run cold. “So I can know who I'm looking at.”

You almost dropped the phone, all the colour from your face draining. You managed to speak up in a shaky voice. “C-Cut the act. You're not funny — the government declared jail for the pretenders, yet you're impersonating him–?”

You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “But darling, I'm not an impersonator, am I?” His voice grew lower, an underlying threat evident in it. “You don't believe me to be one either.”

Tears stung your eyes, the hand that was clutching the plate starting to shake. You slowly put down the dish, your eyes darting frantically around your living room that was connected to the open kitchen, looking around to spot any potential threat — said ‘threat’ being… Ghostface. Even if you knew that it was pointless. If Ghostface wanted to kill you, he would succeed in doing so — no matter what obstacles he faces. “L-Look Mr. Ghostface — I barely even go out! Even when I do, I mostly keep to myself, I don't even interact with anyone. I'm sure I haven't done anything to piss anyone off — let alone you, even unintentionally! So why…”

Your voice took on a tone of desperate resignation at the end, the subtle acceptance of your fate evident in it. Ghostface cooed at your tone, his own voice sounding like that of an excited child. “Aren't you cute? Don't worry, you didn't piss me off, just — intrigued me. You're always so alone, all by yourself… I just had to find out everything about you, didn't I? You are such a mystery, one I took utter delight in unraveling. It's only fair that I get a prize for my hard work, right ___?”

With each word he spoke, his voice could be heard louder and louder, coming from somewhere around the house. Right as he finished the sentence, the side door of your house, leading to the garden outside, slammed open. Ghostface stood in the doorway, a knife in one hand, a burner phone in the other. He spoke, his voice distorted from the voice modulator.

“Right, ___?”

You let out a loud scream, the tears finally breaking free, as you turned on your heel, getting out of the open kitchen, towards the stairs. You knew from all those horror movies that running into your bedroom would be the worst possible move, but you really had no choice. You could hear him behind you, laughing as he gave chase. “Running off so quickly, darling? Won't you at least give me a greeting, welcome me into your house? That's bad manners, you know. Or did mama not teach you any?”

His voice sounded like two people, speaking at once, one of a real person, the other a distorted voice like those in old radios. It unnerved you, since his voice modulator was probably glitching due to him running. You ran into your bedroom, locking it quickly — just in time for him to bang on the door loudly.

He yelled loudly, his voice bordering on that of manic excitement. “Open the door ___! You know that the bedroom is never a smart move. Or are you a dumb baby that doesn't know the basics of survival?”

His taunting was causing your already scattered thought process even harder to get together, your hands shaking. You looked for a hiding place before he inevitably broke down the door.

Under the bed? A good idea, but he would probably think of the same. But what other hiding places could there possibly…  the closet.

You quickly ran to the closet, throwing open its door. You pushed some of your clothes apart, going far inside, before pulling the clothes in front of you to make it seem as inconspicuous as possible. You sat at the back, your legs pulled up to your chest, your breathing shallow. You realised what a terrible hiding place it was, but it will have to do.

The banging grew more frantic, before he finally managed to kick down the door. You could hear his voice from inside the closet, causing you to still your breathing, to avoid getting caught. His voice was more of a menacing growl, no longer disoriented — maybe his voice modulator ran out of batteries? “Having fun princess? You're so fucking naive if you think hiding here will save you.”

He paced about the room slowly. “Where could you be hiding, hm? I hope it's not–” He dropped to his knees, peeking under the bed. “–under the bed? No, of course not. That would have been too easy. You're naive, but not that much, huh?”

But then he let out a snicker, one that almost caused you to start crying again. You could hear his footsteps again. “Or are you?”

Before you could comprehend the meaning of his words, the closet door was thrown open, his hand grabbing your wrist in a vice-like grip, pulling you out, tearing a scream out of you. “Turns out you are a dumb little bunny after all.”

He tackled your struggling figure to the ground, pinning your legs with his knees on either side of you. He used one of his hands to pin your wrists above your head, his other hand raising the knife, pushing it under your jaw, just a hair-breath shy of cutting into your throat. His voice sounded like a growl, an octave deeper. “Don't you fucking dare move — unless you would like me to slit your pretty little throat open. Trust me, I would take great pleasure in doing so.”

Your movements stilled, your breath coming out in short huffs. Tears were streaming down your face freely, your entire body covered in goosebumps. You stared up at him — at his mask, rather. He tilted his head to the side. “Did you have fun playing hide and seek? I hope you did, because I cannot guarantee that you will be having much fun now — it's my turn to have fun now, afterall.”

His words sent a chill down your spine. You were starting to accept your fate. Any moment now, he would slice the knife across your throat, slitting it in one clean swipe. He would laugh while watching the blood flowing freely from the wound, watching as the life leaves your eyes. It was all just a game for him, after all.

But he seemed to have different plans. He trailed his knife down, under the edge of your shirt. He slipped it inside, the cool metal making contact with your skin, the temperature difference sending a jolt through you. He traced the pointed end on your stomach, before doing something that shocked you — and gave you a hint of his true intentions.

He turned the knife sideways, sharp side facing up, before digging it into your shirt, slicing through it. The knife tore through the fabric like paper, before he threw the ruined fabric in some random corner of the room. You gasped at the cold air, squirming slightly. He pressed the knife above your stomach warningly. “Sit still darling. Or else I won't hesitate to cut up your useless body.”

Tears stung your eyes again at his words. But you stilled, too eager to survive. Your eyes suddenly widened as you saw him slip the knife under the middle part of your bra, before slicing it open. You gasped as he threw the discarded fabric away, the cool air hitting your boobs, your nipples instantly hardening. You were suddenly acutely aware of the precarious position you were in, unable to stop the heat creeping up your neck, as you noticed his intense gaze on your tits.

He gave you a warning look from behind his mask, his knife coming back against your throat. “One wrong move, and your throat will get sliced open.” He let go of your wrists — watching as you kept them in the same place. He smirked under the mask at your pliancy, his gloved hand coming to pinch your hardened nipples.

You let out a tiny shriek of surprise at the feeling of his rubber clad fingers groping you, unable to resist a whimper as he squeezed your mounds. He was merciless in the way he groped you, squeezing and pinching, completely unaffected by your whimpers and gasps — it was exhilarating.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to hold back a whine, as he twisted your nipple in between his fingers. You desperately tried to ignore the heat that was pooling down in your lower stomach, your heart racing.

He pinched your nipple again, squeezing your left tit roughly. He felt you shudder underneath him, the usual thrill that came with threatening his victims, running through his veins.

Yet, there was something else — an almost imperceptible hitch in your breathing, a flicker of… heat in your eyes, despite the situation you were in. Curious, he slightly moved his knife away from your throat, but not enough to make you feel any less threatened. “What's this…?”

You looked into the eyes of his mask, gulping audibly. He pinched your nipple again, tearing out a whine from you. His eyes narrowed at your reaction. He wasn't dumb — he knew when someone was turned on. But… in this situation? With a knife to your throat? Your life in his hands? It made no sense. Still — his body responded, his pants tightening.

He slowly dragged the knife down, in between your breasts, pausing at your stomach. He looked up at your face, searching for any sign of fear, or even defiance — nothing.

Instead, he saw your lips parted slightly, your breath hitching — he swore he saw your pupils dilate. He let out a shaky breath, his voice laced in disbelief. “You…”

His grip tightened noticeably, curiosity and annoyance warring in his expression. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" The realization sent a jolt of dark excitement through him. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Sick bitch.”

You let out a whimper, shaking your head frantically, in denial of the whole situation. Still, your thighs rubbed together involuntarily, trying to quell the ache between them.

An almost menacing chuckle escaped him as he registered your movement. His free hand moved to pin your thighs down, trapping them between his own once again. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, feeling his control slip. "You're really getting off on this?”

You let out a whine, squirming slightly. He stared down at you, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never been this close to losing control before. But the way you were reacting, the way you were looking at him — it was driving him insane.

"I should cut you," he growled, the knife trembling against your stomach. Your eyes fluttered slightly at the threat, a slow exhale leaving you. You couldn't understand your own body. Why, the fuck, were you reacting the way you were?

He blinked rapidly, shaking his head slightly as if to clear it. The knife lowered incrementally. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" His voice was incredulous, though tinged with reluctant awe. "Getting turned on by someone threatening you?”

Your eyes stung with tears at his words, your body reacting in the completely opposite manner — your thighs clenched, an almost pitiful whimper leaving you.

He watched your body language, the tears welling up in your eyes — a strange mix of emotions hit him. He dropped the knife to his side, as one of his gloved hands slid up to grip your jaw firmly. "You're fucked up." He whispered, anger and desire clashing in his voice.

You gulped, only just realising that your hands were free. Yet you made no attempt to move them.

His grip tightened on your jaw, leaning in until his face was almost touching yours — his mask, rather. His breath was ragged, mingling with yours. "Is this what you wanted?" he snarled, though the bite was gone from his voice, replaced by confusion, mixed with arousal. "To get me all worked up?”

You whimpered at the pressure on your jaw, your nails digging into your palm, as you clenched your fists. You were so, so painfully aroused.

A rough sound caught in his throat as he stared down at you, fighting an internal battle. He originally just wanted to play with you a little, make you feel worthless — like trash that he could easily dispose of. Disposing you was exactly what he had planned to do, although now that plan was no longer going to be put into action — at least for the time being. 

He threw the knife away, causing it to clatter to the floor. His other hand moved to your hip, digging into the flesh there. "You little…”

You winced at his grip, your nose scrunching up in pain. You stared up at him, tears still evident in your waterline.

That was his last straw. He took off his mask, allowing you a brief glimpse of his face. His last semblance of control shattered, as he cut himself off, his mouth crashing against yours in a bruising kiss. His tongue forced its way in, tangling with yours demandingly. He kissed you like he was trying to punish you, to make you pay for the effect you were having on him.

Your eyes widened in shock, as you gasped loudly into the kiss. You tried to kiss him back, to match his pace — all in vain. His lips were punishing, intending to make it hurt for you. Unfortunately all it did was make you crave for more.

He finally broke the kiss, panting heavily as he rested his forehead against yours. His heart was racing, his mind reeling. "What the fuck is going on…?" he muttered, his voice shaking with a combination of anger and awe. "You're supposed to be scared, not turned on."

You gulped. Your senses were starting to blur, all of them zeroing in on his touch and his voice. It was painstakingly weird how you were reacting — how he was reacting to you. But damn, you enjoyed it — so fucking much.

He pulled back slightly, searching your eyes with a fierce intensity. "Say something, fuck. Explain this." His hands remained gripping you, betraying his conflicted desire and frustration. "I'm trying to terrify you and instead..." He trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief.

When you didn't immediately respond, he growled low in his throat. His hands tightened around you, his body pressed flush against yours. "Fucking talk, you little bitch. Tell me why the fuck you're so turned on right now."

Your breath hitched, your mind going blank. He was insulting you, his voice carrying disgust — you fucking loved it.

A dark smirk crossed his face at your breath hitching, his thumb brushing across your lower lip. "Look at that — all worked up, can't form words…" He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "Does it make your pussy throb when I threaten you?"

Your eyes widened at the sudden crude language and the bluntness in his voice, your skin pricking, panties practically sticking to your cunt. He was right — your pussy did indeed throb when he threatened you.

Suddenly, you realised that you recognised him. He was Heeseung, one of the most popular guys at your college.

You remembered having interacted with him just once, when he bumped into you back in your first year. He was your senior, who immediately apologised to you after that, helping you pick up your books. He walked with you for a while after that, forcefully engaging you in small talk. He didn't seem to mind your short answers or your eagerness to get rid of him at all, continuing to talk — until a friend of his called him to go to class, causing him to reluctantly stop his rambling, waving you bye and leaving.

You remembered finding out all about him that very day during recess, overhearing his name from the table next to yours in the cafeteria. It was a group of girls, who seemed to be gossiping in what they thought were hushed voices… only, they weren't. You could hear every word.

They were specifically talking about Heeseung, about how hot he was, how smart he was — both book smart and street smart. You remembered mentally rolling your eyes at their fawning, before a certain piece of information had caught your interest.

They mentioned him to be a prude, never showing interest in going into relationships or even casual hook ups. Apparently, he had never gone on a date with anyone, politely turning down everyone who asked. It seemed rather odd of him, since he seemed like the dream package.

This incident had occurred a year before the killings first started. Nevertheless, Heeseung was never the kind of guy who seemed to be capable of something as shockingly gruesome as this. The thought made you sick to your stomach, a nasty feeling under your skin.

You snapped back into the present time, looking up at him, truly looking at him. He barely looked anything like the Heeseung you met during freshman year. His smirk grew wider at the sudden realization on your face, his hand moving to gently squeeze your throat. He was going to have to have a talk with you about college later on. Right now, he had more important things to focus on. For instance, how aroused you were from your life being threatened. "Yeah, that's it. Your little heart races and your pussy gets so fucking wet when I scare you." He leaned back to look at you, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light.

He watched your throat bob as you swallowed, his hand still gently squeezing. "You're a fucking mess, you know that?" Heeseung leaned in again, his lips just a hair's breadth from yours. "A little slut who gets off on being threatened.” His words were a whisper against your lips, his breath hot against your skin. "And you know what the worst part is? I think I might actually like it." He pulled back, his gaze boring into yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

You stared up at him, your breathing slightly shallow, begging him with your eyes to touch you. Heeseung let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head. "Unbelievable." His hand slid from your throat, trailing down your chest teasingly. "Here I am, supposedly threatening you, but we both know it's me who should be terrified.”

Your back arched into his touch, a small whine leaving you. He chuckled darkly at your reaction, his fingers brushing over the swell of your breasts. "Look at that — arching into my touch like a fucking bitch in heat." His hand continued down, tracing the curves of her body possessively.

You whined at his words, your back arching even more. You let out whimpers, shaky exhales leaving you. His eyes flashed with wicked amusement at the sound. "Oh, listen to those whimpers. Pathetic." He pinched your nipple abruptly, twisting just to the point of pain. "You're so fucking desperate for it, aren't you?”

You let out a loud gasp of pain, your body jolting — yet your body begged for more, a whimper eliciting from you the very next second. A smug grin spread across his face as he watched you whimper. "Five seconds ago I was trying to scare you, now look at you fucking trembling for my touch." He bent down, his lips grazing against your neck, as he nipped at your skin. "What does that make you?”

You gulped. His teeth dragged over your pulse point, marking your skin. "It makes you a needy little slut, doesn't it?" His hand finally reached your thigh, gripping it possessively. "A slut who can't get enough of my touch, no matter how much she pretends to be afraid.”

You whined, begging for more. "Mmm… that whine is fucking music to my ears." He abruptly lifted your leg, wrapping it around his waist as he pressed his hard cock against you. "Don't you see what you do to me? All of that bullshit where you pretended to be scared…”

You let out a shaky moan, pressing back against him. Heeseung silenced you with a brutal kiss, biting your lip to keep you quiet as he rubbed himself against you through your clothes. "You think I'm scary?" He growled, his hands roaming over your body possessively.

You let out sharp gasps, your voice coming out shaky. “A b-bit–?”

He bit your bottom lip harder, pulling back with your lip caught between his teeth. "Shut. Up." His voice was rough, commanding. "You don't get to smart-mouth me while you're practically dripping." He let your lip go with a sharp tug, making you whimper.

You bit your lip to muffle any further noises. His eyes darkened dangerously as he noticed your silence, one hand capturing both wrists above your head once again, while the other trailed down to your center. "Not going to lie, but princess? The way you just submitted to me like that?" He pressed against you meaningfully. "Fucking hot.”

You whimpered at his touch, your hips bucking up, pressing into his hand. He pushed his hand inside your shorts, his fingers finding her soaked panties, rubbing against your clit through the fabric. "So fucking wet. And you know what?" He rubbed faster, his thumb pressing against your clit. "I fucking love it." He released your wrists to grab your face, forcing you to look at him.

You let out a loud whimper at his sudden grip. His fingers continued their torturous rhythm, watching your expression carefully. "You're supposed to be terrified, remember?" He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Shouldn't you be trying to push me away instead of grinding against my fingers like a good little slut?”

You bit your lip, staring into his eyes, trying to prevent yourself from moaning out loud. His free hand gripped your hip tightly, pulling you flush against him, as he continued his movements. "You're a fucking liar." He growled, his fingers moving faster. "Admit it. You're not afraid of me. You're so fucking turned on.”

You let out a choked moan, grinding back onto his fingers. He grinned sadistically, his fingers finally moving your panties aside to slip inside you. "Mmm, look at that." He curled his fingers, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

You let out a loud gasp, your back arching. You could see stars at the back of your eyes, that's how good it felt. He thrust his fingers deeper, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles. "You're so fucking tight. And wet." He leaned down to bite your neck, hard, sucking a bruise on your skin. "I bet my dick would fit perfectly in this pretty little cunt.”

You clenched around his fingers at his words, the thought of it making you crave even more. His fingers continued their relentless pace, feeling you clench around him. "You haven't answered me." His voice was low and dangerous. "Is that silence because you're afraid? Or because the thought of me fucking you is making you even wetter?”

You gulped, choosing to stay silent. He nuzzled against your neck, his breath hot against your skin, as he spoke. "Let me make it easier for you. Answer this." He thrust his fingers deeper. "Am I scaring you? Or turning you on even more than before?”

You let out a moan at the feeling of his fingers hitting deeper. His fingers curled harder, hitting your g-spot perfectly. "Ah, fuck, that's it." He pulled his fingers out, using the wetness to rub against your clit before shoving them back inside. "You're turned on. Impossibly so.”

He pulled his fingers out again, this time using his thumb to rub your clit in tight circles. "You're so fucking turned on, you can't even answer properly." He pressed two fingers back inside you, curling them to hit her g-spot again.

You let out a loud moan. He chuckled darkly as he felt your moan vibrate through your body. "That's it, princess. Don't hold back." He pumped his fingers harder, the wet squelching noises filling the room. "Your pussy is practically begging to be fucked.”

He added a third finger, stretching your cunt further. "Fuck, look at her." He pulled his fingers out, rubbing your clit with all three before shoving them back inside. "Your cute little cunt is starving for my dick.”

Heeseung increased his pace, fucking you with his fingers mercilessly. "Come all over my fingers," He growled in her ear. "Show me how badly you want it." He bit down harder on your neck, hitting your g-spot perfectly as he curled his fingers.

You let out a loud mewl, your eyes rolling back into your head. You clenched around his fingers, the band in your stomach starting to coil impossibly tight. The squelching noises from where his fingers slid in and out of you at a fast pace, did absolutely nothing, but cause an embarrassed flush to creep all over your face and neck.

He pressed down on your clit with his thumb, rubbing on it sloppily. Your abundant slick helped him do just that, the pace of his fingers growing harsher, mirroring his buddying frustration. A low growl bubbled in his throat, as he forced his fingers to go in deeper, trying to practically force an orgasm out of you. Needless to say, he succeeded soon enough, your back arching with a loud cry, your pussy clamping down on his fingers, your release practically gushing around them.

“That's it…” He coaxed, his fingers still pumping in and out of you, drawing out your release. “Look so pretty like this, all pliant for me.”

Your head was empty, completely devoid of all thoughts, your legs shaking slightly from the overstimulation. He let out a snicker at your state, bringing his hand up, in front of his face. He locked eyes with you, spreading his fingers, letting you see the strings of arousal clinging to them.

Upon seeing your flushed face, a smirk creeped up on his. Maintaining eye contact with you, he leisurely started licking his fingers clean. He dragged his tongue from the bottom of his finger to the top, collecting your cum on it, his saliva replacing it on your fingers.

Your eyes fluttered slightly, mouth parting. Heeseung took that as his que to grab your jaw and hold it open — with the same hand that he had stuffed inside you just moments ago — pushing his thumb inside, pressing down on your tongue. Holding your mouth open, he gathered a wad of spit with his tongue, before leaning down and spitting right into your open mouth. He watched with hooded eyes, as your own rolled back into your head, his spit dripping down to the back of your throat.

You could feel a tingling in your pussy again, empty, aching to be stuffed. Maybe with something more than just his fingers. He noticed the slight change in your body language almost immediately, of course he did — but who was he to deny you, when you were being so good for him?

Heeseung gave you a stern look. “Behave. Be a good girl, and keep still for me, hm?”

You could only gulp in response, as he released your jaw. You watched, as he shook off the black coat — or costume, whatever it was supposed to be. You kept still, your wrists still above your head, your fists clenching tightly, mimicking your thighs. Your eyes raked over his bare torso, your gaze trailing down — eventually resting on his extremely obvious hard on in his boxers. A large patch was already forming on its front from his precum, his cock straining hard against the fabric, begging to be released.

He smirked at your gaze. Teasingly, he ran his palm over his bulge, feeling it twitch under his hand. “Like what you see baby?”

You gulped, your eyes snapping up to his own. Your breath sped slightly, wanting to do something risky. Your life was still very much in danger, but you were willing to take the risk for now.

You slowly sat up, your face now extremely close to his. He raised a brow, an unimpressed gleam in his eyes. Yet, there was a curiosity in them — wanting to know your next move.

Although your next move didn't really impress him. Quite the opposite.

You raised your hand, slowly inching it closer to his boner. His eyes narrowed at your audacity. In a flash, he reached to his side, and picked up the discarded knife, holding it to your throat. He glared down at you, a cold, calculating look in his eyes. “Lay. Back. Down. Unless you want me to slit your throat, cut the rest of your body up, and use your blood as lube to fuck your corpse?”

Your eyes widened at his words, your hand freezing mid air, before quickly falling back to your side. Upon receiving another pointed glare from him, you laid back down, mindful of the knife that was back in his hands. You wanted him — no, needed him to fuck you — you, not your future possibly no-longer-breathing corpse.

Upon ensuring that you weren't up to anymore tricks, he once again put the knife away — out of your reach, but not out of his. Heeseung shrugged off his boxers, his cock immediately slapping against his stomach. It left a trail of precum, which he gathered on his fingers, before wrapping that same hand around his dick. He started to slowly pump it, using his own precum to slick it up.

Noticing your almost pitifully needy expression, he let out an amused scoff, before holding out his hand under her mouth. “Spit.” He ordered in a gruff voice.

Your eyes widened slightly at his command, before you hesitantly obeyed. Gathering a wad of saliva in your mouth, you spit it into his hand, watching with hooded eyes, as he used it to jerk himself off faster.

Once he was done, he spread your thighs again, letting out a confused grunt at how much more force he needed to use as compared to last time. He glared up at you. “You and I both know you want this, princess. So stop trying to deny me what I hunted you for. Or else…”

You bit your lip to suppress a whimper. Were you sick for getting even wetter at his words? Definitely. Should you tell him to stop and possibly escape whatever he was going to do? Obviously. Will you do it? Absolutely not.

In fact, an absolutely brilliant idea struck your magnificent brain. You decided to not obey him. Him, the renowned serial killer, Ghostface. Were you basically signing your own death certificate? Well… no harm in finding out, right?

You tried to close your legs shut, something which immediately earned you a nasty glare from him. His jaw clenched tightly, as he forcefully shoved your legs apart again. His hand reached for the knife, your eyes widening at the sight. “Seems like someone hasn't learnt their lesson yet…”

You tried to beg him to not hurt you, but the words died in your throat when he pressed the knife to it. A creepy smile adorned his face, as he caressed your face in a gentle manner, a sharp contrast to the knife to your throat. “Let me spell it out for you–” Right as he said those words, he grabbed your wrists tightly, holding you under him firmly, the knife lifting from your throat. You got confused for a second, before a scream tore out of you.

He was carving something on your stomach.

He shallowly carved his initials onto your stomach, laughing as you screamed. “Squirming will only make it hurt more~” He almost sang, his tone causing you to sob.

He was finally done, watching the blood flow out of the wound, almost moaning at the sight. “Fuck baby, do you even realise how hot you look right now?”

You hated it, every single bit of it. You didn't want him to fuck you anymore, hell, you felt ashamed of yourself for ever wanting it. You felt disgusted beyond words by yourself, for having him carve his initials on your stomach to make you realise the kind of guy you were dealing with. He wasn't some hot fictional guy from the books you read, he was an actual serial killer — someone who could quite literally kill you as and when he pleased.

Heeseung seemed to sense your inner monologue. He snickered. “Suddenly regretting everything baby? That's cute… it's as if you believe you had a choice in this in the first place. Cute.”

You wanted to scream, cry, sob — all at the same time. How did you even manage to get yourself into this mess?

You didn't have much time to ponder, as he suddenly sliced his knife through your panties, finally ripping them off you. He shrugged off his own boxers, rubbing the tip of his cock along the arousal coating your puffy folds. A shiver ran down your spine, causing you to bite down on your lip. You hated it, you didn't want it — but your body couldn't deny how good it felt.

Heeseung wasn't any less affected than you. He let out a groan, his eyes shutting briefly. “See how good that feels baby? You think you don't want it, but your body says something different. See how your pussy keeps dripping all over my cock?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, tears welling up in them — tears from exactly what, you didn't know. Was it embarrassment? Pain? Pleasure? Neither did you know, nor were you keen on finding out.

With his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, he slowly pushed himself in, groaning from how easily he slid in, thanks to your slick. He let out a rough noise from the back of his throat. “Look at how your cunt is sucking me in like a slut. You sure you don't want this, baby?”

His knife had returned to your throat, his other hand gripping your hip. You could only bite your lip to muffle a whimper, your tears having broken free. He felt — good. You just wished this happened under different circumstances. When he wasn't cutting you up or threatening your life as Ghostface, maybe.

He bottomed out, burying himself to the hilt. He let out a groan, his eyes falling to your stomach. They widened, noticing something other than his initials he had just carved on it. There was a bulge on your stomach. “Holy shit…”

As if in a trance, he pressed down on it with his hand that wasn't holding the knife, watching as you involuntarily arched your back. He let out a laugh in disbelief. “Would you look at that? Had no idea you were this sexy, princess.”

He didn't wait to see your reaction, pulling out slowly, before slamming back inside. He watched your body jerk at the force, the bulge disappearing and reappearing. It was so, so hot.

He put the knife away, just out of reach of you. He gripped your hips with both hands, once again pulling almost completely out, watching as the bulge disappeared, before slamming back in, watching it reappear. He effectively tore a moan out of you this time, watching in amusement as you quickly slammed a hand onto your mouth, your eyes looking mortified. It was as if you were still trying to convince yourself that you didn't want this.

You were so cute. So. Fucking. Cute.

He pulled out again, pushing back in with much more force than before, setting a fast pace. He watched with a perverse amusement, as you let out a choked scream, flailing your arms above your head aimlessly, as if looking for something to grab on to. He fastened his pace, grunts leaving his throat with every thrust.

Your screaming was gradually turning into moans, the undeniable pleasure coursing through you making your head spin. It didn't help how the room was filled with wet slapping sounds from where the two of you kept connecting, the sting from the cut on your stomach barely there anymore. You felt hot, an insatiable thirst in your pussy, being quenched by his unforgiving pace.

His thrusts never once faltered, the bruising grip that he had on your hips was starting to hurt — just a bit. He let out a small groan, his eyes once again falling on your stomach, the bulge disappearing and reappearing in it at a comically fast pace. “Hah — look s’fucking cute like t-this — just lying there like a pliant little whore — taking my cock — fuck–”

He was cut off by your pussy clenching around him, his groan cutting through the constant wet slapping from where you both kept connecting. Encouraged by your reaction, he sped up, reaching an almost animalistic pace.

Your head was starting to go blank from his pace, the way he continued to pound into your sobbing cunt had you seeing stars. His name left your mouth in a breathy moan, causing his eyes to pop out, him almost spilling his load inside you right then and there.

Without stopping his unforgiving pace, he grabbed your jaw in one hand, his nails digging into your cheeks. “Say it again — c'mon baby, moan my name again — let me hear you, fuck–”

He was cut off by you whimpering, the unmistakable sound of his name leaving your mouth for the second time. With a growl, he gripped both of your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders. The new position allowed him to reach deeper, hitting your spot with every thrust. It had you seeing stars, uncontrollable moans and his name falling from your lips like a mantra.

He reached one of his hands down to rush harsh circles on your hardened bundle of nerves, trying to force an orgasm out of you. “C'mon baby, cum for me — squeeze my cock harder, fucking cum for me–”

The band in your stomach tightened to an impossible level, ready to snap. He pinched your clit, hard, continuing to rub dizzying circles around it. He delivered a harsh slap to it, causing you to finally topple over the edge.

Your ears were filled with a loud ringing noise, vision going white. You clenched around his length, gripping it in a vice like grip. Your cum flowed around his length, coating it completely. He groaned, as he kept pumping in and out of you, a white ring forming at the base of his cock. The sight had him pistoning out of you at a ridiculously fast pace, before burying himself to the hilt inside you. Warm, thick ropes of cum erupted from his tip, painting your insides white. He slowly grinded his hips, still inside you, ensuring that none of it fell out.

He stayed like that for a moment, before pulling out his softening length with a hiss. He fucked his cum back inside with his fingers, enjoying the way your body racked with shudders, little whines escaping you from the sensitivity.

He slowly sat up, admiring your spread out body. He brushed his hand through your hair, rubbing the sweat off your forehead. “You know,” He started, looking down at you with an unsettling smile. “I never fucked anyone I was going to kill before. Never felt attracted enough to them. But you–” He hesitated for a second, before speaking again. “I used to have a crush on you back in college. Remember when I bumped into you once? It was on purpose. I needed an excuse to talk to you. It really hurt me when I realised that you weren't interested in doing so, you know? You were the reason I never went out with anyone, either.”

You gulped, staring back at him. He had an unreadable expression on his face. “I started this — this killing streak, to get your attention. But then I started enjoying it too much — fantasizing what you would look like, all cut up and bleeding prettily for me, begging for me to let you live. It got me so fucking hard, you know? Jerked myself off to that thought so many nights. Until tonight — I knew I had to get you — kill you. Play with you a little first. Didn't think it would escalate to this though.”

He grinned, his eyes holding a kind of craziness that sent a chill down your spine. “Maybe I won't kill you…” He murmured, his hand caressing your cheek. “I’ll just… keep you. My pretty little toy, mine to use and play with, as and how I feel like. Isn't that right, princess?”

[puppymelissa]

idk if i either want to be in melissa's or shauna's place or be in between because oh my lawddd 😩

imagine reader accidentally stumbling upon them and shauna threatens you too but melissa's already coaxing you to join in

-🐈‍⬛

i've been riding the "melissa is fine as fuck" train since s2. i need to be sandwiched between them! i'm actually obsessed with that scene, so i started working on this request as soon as i got it. / mdni, knife use (appropriately this time. somewhat.)

you didn't even want to be here. you just saw melissa going off somewhere by herself, and you couldn't help but be a little worried (and curious). with mari already lost, it just wasn't smart to go out wandering alone.

so, you followed her. silently, without her even noticing you were there. creepy? a little bit, sure, but you didn't think about it. when you saw her talking to shauna, you instantly hid behind a few bushes.

the second shauna had a knife to melissa's neck you were ready to step in, even if it would meant that you'd get stabbed too. right as you were about to jump up and (attempt to) tackle shauna down, but melissa was way faster than you with her own reckless counter-attack. that was already enough of a shock on it's own, but to see shauna kissing her back even more fiercely? you almost didn't believe it.

the sight had your legs a little wobbly, and with how awkwardly you were crouched, it wasn't long before you fell back on your ass and on a branch, snapping loudly and making a pair of eyes instantly go to you. shit.

you were ready to run, the words "sorry, i'll leave" right on the tip of your tongue, but you weren't fast enough to do so because shauna was already pulling you up and putting the knife to your neck, while melissa just stood there and watched.

"what the fuck are you doing here, you weirdo? you were fucking stalking us?" shauna's voice rang, loud and harsh just how she had been speaking to melissa a minute ago, and even as you look to the blonde for help she seems a little clueless on what to do. you're left to fight on your own for now. "no, i wasn't— i just wanted to make sure everyone was safe."

the cold steel against your neck was suffocating, your breath coming out in short gasps. this is it, this was the end for you, all because you saw shauna and melissa making out.

"if you tell anyone about this, i swear, i will slit your throat and cut you up—" "shauna, it's fine. they won't tell anyone, right?" melissa's voice finally came through, your savior in that moment of panic. except that her idea of help seems a little different from yours, because instead of freeing you she's just pulling you up straighter, patting the dirt away from your clothes and practically handing you over to shauna.

"yeah— yeah, i won't!" your panic is obvious to the both of them, but melissa's hands on your shoulder seem to somewhat calm you down. that, and the realization that you're squished between them, a little too close for comfort.

"see, shauna? look, if you're worried, we can just keep her quiet in... other ways." you can feel melissa shrugging behind you, also a little nervous, but you don't move to look in her eyes to try and understand what the fuck she meant. shauna's knife was still against your skin, so close to cutting, and you didn't want to risk it.

melissa's hands go down to your arms, back up to your shoulders, go to your chest and eventually settle on your waist. all the protests in your throat die out the second she has her lips dangerously close to the back of your neck, almost kissing but not quite there. that seems to work to convince shauna pretty damn well, because even though she doesn't drop the knife, she's not pressing it quite as harshly against your throat and she's leaning in to crash her lips against yours.

there's no affection in it, really. shauna is aggressive, taking what she wants how she wants. she's almost angry, you think, but you let it happen. it's not like you can pretend it doesn't feel good either. melissa is a bit more gentle, though her hands are locked on your waist with nails digging in. if it weren't for the shirt you were wearing, it would definitely hurt. bad.

you're stuck between shauna's aggressive kisses and melissa's firm grip while she waited for her turn, barely giving you time to catch your breath before she's grabbing your chin and pulling you in. shauna's eyes are on you, crazed and lustful, like she wants to devour you. you don't doubt that she would.

just when things were starting to go further, with melissa daring to slide her hands under your shirt, you hear someone's voice a little farther away, calling for your names. great. you're forced to disentangle from eachother, the sound of clearing throats and fixing clothes being all that there was for a moment. but with the looks shauna shoots to both you and melissa, you can't tell she won't let this go unfinished for too long.

[gothicknightz]

3am pt. 2 | ethan landry

notes: omg you guys 😭😭 i love appreciate every one of you ty for keeping the hype alive, SCREAM 6 SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

She awoke up in a horrible cold sweat, having the worst nightmare about getting attacked by Ghostface on her way back from a party Chad had invited her to.

Sitting up in a disarray and out of breath, the quick pain shooting from the side of her stomach hitting instantly.

So it wasn't a dream.

Now sitting up, her heart was racing as she looked around and spotted Ethan, her boyfriend, passed out on a nearby chair, his phone still in hand.

She could barely remember what had happened before she passed out, but she assumed that Ethan had found her.

Then his phone started to ring.

This startled Ethan awake, nearly dropping his phone in the process. As he noticed his girlfriend in front of him, he rushed over to her side immediately.

“(y/n), you're awake.”

He was careful when it came to hugging her, as her stab wound was recently patched up, and it was a miracle that the knife didn't hit any vital organs.

"Yeah," She mumbled, groaning as she attempted to sit up, "Someone's callin' you, Ethan." Her eyes flashed to caller I.D, which flashed a picture of Chad in a Hawaiian shirt and cowboy hat.

Ethan was too tired to react properly, and in turn, picked up the phone without a proper introduction or 'yeah.' Instead, the news was dropped onto him that Anika and Quinn were murdered by Ghostface.

"What?" His face was painted in a look of shock as he glanced worriedly at (y/n), holding her closer yet gently.

"How's (y/n), is she doing alright?"

"She's a fighter. I'll be there."

As he hung up, Ethan turned to his girlfriend and planted a kiss on her head, "Look," He said, placing an arm around her shoulders, "Anika and Quinn were murdered, and I- I'm gonna go check up with everyone, okay?"

(y/n) shook her head dismissively before pushing herself upwards, Ethan quickly going to her side for her aid, "I'm coming whether you like it or not. I wanna catch this guy as much as I want him dead."

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

As Ethan and (y/n) arrive at the crime scene, Mindy was fairly accusatory after the death of her girlfriend, Anika, to which Ethan brought up the fact that he was with (y/n) at the hospital after her attack.

"Mindy, what the hell?" (y/n) ran a hand through her hair as she sat on one of the open ambulances, sighing, "I've literally been in the hospital. How could Ethan be the killer?"

"Maybe that's the cover-up. Maybe he had someone paid to dress up as Ghostface and stab you. Maybe you two are both in on it. Just think about what happened with Richie and Amber."

This annoyed (y/n), who got up and pointed to her right lateral side, "I literally got fucking stabbed! Lay off the accusations, expert, your girlfriend just dropped dead."

Mindy narrowed her eyes at the pair before being held back by her brother, who was subsequently followed by Gale brining up something that the gang would want to see.

In a matter of minutes, the group of teenagers accompanied by Kirby, Gale, and Detective Bailey, were all at some supposed 'Stab' shrine in which all of the costumes and clothes of victims were compiled into an abandoned movie theatre.

Unsettled by the fact that the past was unearthed in front of her, (y/n) was by Ethan's side the entire time, not understanding any of the backstory that came with the tragedy.

Taking a dark trip down memory lane, (y/n) sighed before the words of Kirby got her attention, dragging a way to catch, or at least, trace the killer.

Hopefully, this was the end of it.

(ughhhhhhhh im not satisfied with this ending, you know there's automatically going to be more.)

[cokoweee]

EHEHHEE Now I get to the DEEP STUFF~

Let's begin.

LOOK AT THIS LITTLE MANNNNNNNN EEEEEEEEE He's seriously so cute- he's like a flying metal kitten and I can't STAND IT- Also, I noticed that Shelldon's dialogue isn't the same either. Before, there would be numbers hidden between the letters- but it seems he's "grown" out of that with this mini upgrade!

Also seeing a genuine smile on Kendra's face is REALLY needed right now. She's just legitimately happy to see the lil robot again, safe and sound. (And NOT a kraangified creature bent on killing her.) These two's little interaction was quite nice to watch and I hope we get to see more of their dynamic. :) Note the fact that here, Kendra's dialogue is also becoming her signature pink again as well... <3

Okay back to the plot.

Now Kendra and Draxum have a... iiiiinteresting dynamic to say the least. It began a bit awkward with the care and medical treatment Draxum had to give her after she was stabbed- but then it began to mellow out by the time Kendra began to get sick. Even so, she never gave him permission to use her name. But here- she does. Here, she actually opens up a tiny bit, allowing this crazy weird old goat to actually call her by her first name. Kendra may be spiraling- but there are some healed pieces of her still shining through the broken shards. <3

Also- THE NECKLACE. Bro- WHY didn't I THINK OF THAT-

And here it is... what we've all been silently dreading~ the answer for Kendra's continued deteriorating health... When we get a peek at her expression here- man it's not a comforting one. She knows something's wrong with her. She knows it's not going away. And her face here is drowned in dismal acceptance.

Draxum goes on to explain as best he can where the problem must have originated from, and it confuses Kendra. (Me too, if I'm being honest. I always thought she got sick because of the knife stab. MAN WAS I WRONG.) Anyways, Draxum begins describing that the origin of the sickness must have infected Kendra at the farmhouse. Then he goes a step FURTHER and tells Kendra that what's attacking her body is the same that killed Raphael.

(I realize now how much her dream was really telling us... Coko you SNEAK.)

And then there's one more thing that I noticed about these panels: How the words referencing Cali the kraangified are highlighted BRIGHT PINK. (Just like Kendra's dream...) Which again, just proves that it was Cali who infected her all along.

I think we now see where that little scar on Kendra's shoulder came from. 0-0

...

EXCUSE ME HUH!?!??! C-Come again, Draxxy?? SIR???

THIS RIGHT HERE. This- haaaaiyyyaaaa this is foreshadowing at its finest. What's the cure? How will Kendra be saved?

Her shoulder... has to be... amputated. Her shoulder, as in her entire ARM???? Like- HELLO???? This is some really... heavy news. AND I LOVE IT. This kind of moment needs to be held with seriousness, and Coko, you aced it. :) Incredible work as always.

This series continues to impress me with your storytelling and foreshadowing. As well as the teeny tiny details that you need a magnifying glass to see. Then there's also the obvious details that are always so clean and beautifully illustrated. Your BG's. MANNN ALIVE THE BACKGROUNDS.

Seriously, Coko. Your work is extremely impressive, and I hope you know that at least by now, after so many like myself have loved it and looked forward to it. :) Thanks for giving me a new thing to look forward to and analyze the crap out of. ~^^~

That's all for now. :) See you after your next update!

~ Melissa

OKAY I had to hold onto this till after work just cause I barely had any time

SHELLDON’s new text!- I wanted to try something new and use the Genius Built font for him. It’s nice seeing ya interpret him as growing up a lil despite getting smaller lol

Kendra and Draxum have a bit of a weird relationship. They don’t chat it up often but they’re both pretty okay enough with eachother where they can have a meal together in peace. They’ve got some mutual respect for eachother

AND MAN YALL I WAS AUUGHHH every time someone blamed bishop, big mama NOPE IT WASNT THE HINT WAS ALWAYS THERE! Pink is not Kendra’s signature text color. I’m absolutely awful I make my hints at shit so stupid so subtle that it’s HORRENDOUS

Ok last lil thing cause im losing track of what im saying. Actually I’ve completely forgotten BUT I LOVE READING THESE RARARARARRARAAR

[topazy]

Teen spirit

Pairing: Carl Grimes × reader, Maggie Greene × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Chapter: 6.06

Groaning, you start sitting up by yourself but struggle, feeling an ache in your side. As soon as Glenn sees you’re awake, he is immediately by your side, helping you sit up and adding an extra pillow behind you. On the other side of the bed, you notice Carl sleeping in a chair; he looks exhausted with heavy dark circles underneath his eyes.

“How are you feeling?” Glenn asks.

“Like I’ve been stabbed.”

He shakes his head and smiles, “You had us worried; Maggie will be so relieved you’re awake. She’s gone home to change her clothes.”

Your community didn’t have a real hospital, so the doctors used one of the homes as a makeshift medical facility. It felt strange laying in one of the beds; the last person who slept in the one you were in was Carl when he lost his eye.

Quietly you ask, “Where’s Eugene?”

“The bullet only grazed him; he’s fine.”

“That’s good.” Sighing, you lean back into the pillow, “Did they bring Denise back?”

Glenn looks down at his feet, “Not at first, but Daryl and Rosita went back and got her. They brought her home.”

Tears of relief roll down your cheeks; the fear of her body being left outside for the elements, walkers, or animals to destroy was in the back of your mind. “Good. Those men... they came out of nowhere,” you muffle a sob with the back of your hand. “How bad is it?”

“The knife missed anything major, thank God. Carol was able to stitch up the wound, but you will have one hell of a scar.”

“It will be some story to tell my future niece or nephew.”

Glenn kisses your forehead. “I’m going to let Maggie know you’re awake.”

Once Glenn leaves, your eyes start to close over; despite just waking up, you were still exhausted. You hear the sound of a chair moving, then feel a warm hand against your own. Feeling yourself start to fall asleep, you link your fingers with Carl’s.

—

Carl was pissed, and you couldn’t blame him. His dad and Morgan had left Alexandria to go find Carol, who had decided to leave without saying goodbye to anyone in person. Daryl had left to look for Dwight and his men, and Glenn, Michonne, and Rosita had gone after him. Seven of the best fighters in your group had left base, leaving only Maggie, Abraham, Sasha, and Carl to defend your community if someone attacked.

Biting down on your lip, you sit down on Carl’s bed. He had moved the bed next to the window since the view looked out into the woods.

“I went to the armory and got you a few things.”

He places a black holdall on the floor, and your eyes widen when he zips the bag open. “Oh lord, those are more than a few things,” you say quietly. “It won’t take Aaron long to notice they are gone.”

“Then I’ll just tell him the truth; I took them.”

He pulls a flare out the bag and sits it on the window ledge. “If you see anything, use this, and I’ll come right back. I promise.”

“Thanks.”

“Y/N, it's okay to be afraid after what happened.”

“I'm not afraid,” you say defensively.

So much weight was landing on Carl’s shoulders; it wasn’t fair. Every kid had been forced to grow up too quickly since the world went to hell, but the burdens that fell on Carl always seemed to be extremely unfair.

“I just wish I could help more.”

“Keeping an eye out for those assholes is helpful.”

“Suppose,” you pick up the binoculars and look outside. “I can’t even pick Judith up; I’m just worried I’m going to be useless if they attack.”

“You won’t be,” Carl leans down and kisses you. “I’m gonna go get Judith from Olivia; I’ll be back soon.”

—

Maggie leans against the doorframe in the kitchen; her tone reminds you of the one your mom would use whenever she was frustrated. “You should be resting in bed.”

“I’m not doing anything strenuous; I’m just making lunch.”

“For how many people?”

Your shrug, “Whoever is hungry, I was falling asleep sitting by the window, and everyone needs to eat at some point.”

Sitting around was making you feel guilty; you just wanted to help. The sandwiches and plate of carrot sticks on offer were nothing in comparison compared to the meals Carol could make.

Maggie leans her arms against the counter. “How are you feeling anyway?”

“My side feels tight where the stitches are, but it should be me fussing over you. You look exhausted.”

“Thanks,” she snorts.

“You need to rest, Maggie, even for a couple of hours.”

“No can do. We are short of bodies as it is. We need all hands on deck.”

Enid knocks on the doorframe lightly and steps into the room. “I didn’t mean to listen in, but I can cover Maggie’s shift for a few hours.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

Maggie raises her brows, “Who’s in charge here?”

“You need to rest.”

“I really don’t mind,” Enid says. “You should be putting your feet up and eating ice cream or whatever else you’re craving.”

“It’s sorted then.”

“Fine,” Maggie raises her hands in defeat before laughing and taking one of the sandwiches, “but only because the two of you are ganging up on me.”

—

“I could see myself living by the seaside.” Carl runs his fingers through your hair. “There would always be a good supply of food like fish, crabs, and frogs.”

“Frogs?” You chuckle, “I don’t imagine they would be easy to catch.”

The look on his face is solemn. “One person needs to go into the water and splash around, and the other catches them in a bucket when they try to get away.”

Rick returned not long ago, and you had hoped Carl would be less stressed, but he still seems upset, and you didn’t want to push him to talk until he was ready.

“I’d love to live on a farm again one day.”

Carl rests his head against your shoulder. The two of you were sitting in the living room while Enid cut your sister's hair. Enid had taken the ends off your hair already, and you were just waiting to clean up once she was done. It’s only when you look at the length Carl’s hair has got that you remember him saying the only person he let cut his hair was his mom.

Hearing a groaning sound coming from the kitchen, you jolt up, “Maggie? Maggie!”

When you don’t get a response, Carl rushes into the kitchen, with you close behind him. Enid is in shock watching as Maggie doubles over in pain, clutching at her stomach.

The baby.

“Oh my god, what happened?”

Frightens, Enid shakes her head. “I don’t know, she was fine one minute, and then the pain came out of nowhere.”

When Carl helps Maggie stand up, you go to the opposite side of her.

“Enid, go get Rick! We need to take Maggie to the doctor in Hilltop.”

[lacy-oh-lacy]

how about sam or taras reaction to ghostface killing reader? and maybe getting revenge?

'Til Death

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Reader (& Platonic Tara Carpenter x Reader)

Word Count: 0.7k (pretty short, sorry ♡)

CW: Death, violence, grief, angst, murder, brief sexual reference, you die sorry, graphic language, unhappy ending

Sam was going to Kill Richie.

She was going to tear him open again and again until he couldn't even scream without choking on his own blood.

It didn't matter that she’d been stabbed, it didn't matter that he had the gun. Seeing you fall to ground, gushing blood, she knew she was going to fucking kill him.

"You know, Sam. I'm starting to think I wasn't the only one being a little less than faithful." Richie gestured to your motionless form. "Or are you gonna tell me you haven't been eye-scissoring your galpal over there since we came to Woodsboro?"

"Fuck you!"

She hated the red-hot fury coursing through her. She hated that she’d already made up her mind about this. You’d always told her she was nothing like her dad, but…

She had to make him pay. For what he did to Tara, to her and now to you.

You, the first person she ever opened up to. You, who were so understanding and still said you loved her just as earnestly.

She felt like the biggest idiot in the world for ever thinking you could've been Ghostface.

When she saw you again for the first time in five years she was so mesmerized she almost forgot why she was in Woodsboro. She almost forgot she had a boyfriend too.

You wrapped your arms around her and it was like she was 16 again in one of those fleeting moments where nothing else mattered because she was with you.

Then a bouquet that must have been for Tara grazed her back and she remembered where she was.

"Hey... It's good to see you again, Sam."

"That's a relief..."

A relief she wasn't so sure she was owed.

How you could greet her like that with the history the two of you had -with the bitter way she had brought that history to a close no less- she had no idea, but she clung to you gratefully.

You were as soft and warm as she remembered and all too soon she had to pull back and retreat into herself. You weren't her's anymore, she ruined that. She couldn't let you make her heart flutter like nothing changed. Like she didn't have a boyfriend now.

"It's good to see you too. Or it would be if the circumstances weren't so fucking shitty."

"I know. I can't believe it. Have you spoken to Tara?”

Despite herself, her heart fluttered. You’d always cared so much about Tara, not as an obligation because you were dating her sister, truly cared. It was one of the things Sam liked most about you.

"Yeah, I have... and she mentioned you've been looking out for her since I... went away. Thank you."

You smiled -but it wasn't that bright, disarming smile you had that hit Sam's system like a love potion. Your face struggled against it.

"Yeah. Of course."

So... You did resent Sam a little. She guessed it wasn't fair to expect any different.

Despite that resentment you still visited Tara again the next day. You still saved Sam's boyfriend when Ghostface attacked the hospital-

-except you didn't, because he was never in any real danger... And that was ex boyfriend now.

And now you were lying on the floor, bleeding out and unresponsive because of fucking goddamn Richie.

He was getting cocky. He underestimated how much strength Sam had left in her because she was crawling away, he couldn't see the rage bubbling beneath her fear.

He couldn't have made it easier to get the knife in his neck.

A woman possessed, she stabbed him again and again and again, tearing into his chest until it was more blood than skin.

She couldn't stab him enough for every betrayal, for every way he hurt someone she cared about but she could fucking try.

With nothing but bloody remains left in front of her, profound coldness settled inside Sam. She stared long and hard at what used to be Richie because she knew when she stopped she’d have to look at you. What used to be you.

A piercing gasp came from behind her, Sam’s insides twisted as it turned into sobs.

Tara found you.

It was only when Richie’s body blurred that Sam realized her sister wasn't the only one crying.

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Part 27. Safely Seen (Oni-Chan 2.0, part D)

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Astrowalker flies toward a mountain, near the base of which is a small clearing at the top of a sheer cliff.

Astrowalker (internally): Good, she's not here yet.

Adrien detransforms as he drops to the ground and reaches for the shoe that he previously cut a hole in.

Adrien: Claws in.

Adrien puts on his hat, pulls up the hood of his hoodie, and pulls out Rolland’s knife.  Plagg gestures towards the knife incredulously.

Plagg: A knife?  You came all the way out here to pull out a knife?

Adrien: I'm here because this is where Cosmobug is going to be.

Adrien peeks from behind the tree towards the sky, where Cosmobug is flying in.

Adrien: And there she is.

Adrien holds up the knife, where he looks at his own reflection.

Adrien: So here I am.

Adrien walks out from behind the tree as Oni-Chan teleports in.

Adrien starts to petrify as he grabs Oni-Chan’s sword and stabs his knife between the branches in the sword, locking it in place.

Adrien: Gotcha.

Oni-Chan tries to jiggle the sword out of the frozen Adrien’s grasp.

Oni-Chan: Some boy seizing my sword isn't going to stop me from...

A close-up of Oni-Chan’s face as she realizes who this boy is.

Oni-Chan: Wait.

Oni-Chan reaches a hand towards Adrien’s frozen face.

Oni-Chan: You're...

Cosmobug (wearing the red glove side of her Lucky Charm, still attached to the black glove part) flies towards the akuma and throws her yo-yo.

Cosmobug: Get away from him!

Oni-Chan teleports behind Cosmobug, attacking her with her sword.  Cosmobug, her yo-yo having gone too far to immediately be of use, blocks the strike with her Lucky Charm gloves.

Oni-Chan: Ladybug, you don't understand!  That boy down there is—

Cosmobug slips the black glove of the Lucky Charm into Adrien’s frozen hand so that they’re holding hands together.

Cosmobug: Adrien Agreste!  I know!

Cosmobug uses her grasp on Adrien to give her leverage as she simultaneously kicks Oni-Chan in the chest and uses her yo-yo to grab the sword and (using Adrien's arm as a way to redirect the yo-yo string) and yank it away.

Cosmobug: I figured out he was going to be here!  And I'm going to save him!

Oni-Chan goes flying off the cliff and into the trees below.

Oni-Chan: Aaahhhh!

Cosmobug: No more evil doing for you, little akuma!

Cosmobug breaks the sword with her yo-yo and captures the akuma in one smooth motion, then throws the Lucky Charm gloves into the sky to cast her cure.

Cosmobug: Time to de-evilize!  Miraculous Ladybug!

As the magical ladybugs restore Adrien to normal, he is startled (to the point to dropping his knife) as Cosmobug jumps on him, hugging him with her arms and legs as she wears a ginormous grin on her face.

Cosmobug: Adrien!!!!!!!  I found you!

As Adrien and Cosmobug fall together, he lets himself wrap his arms around her, relishing this moment where he can accept her embrace again.

Cosmobug: I can't even explain how worried I've been, Adrien!  I'm just so glad that you're alive!  I searched everywhere trying to find out where you'd really gone!  And now you're here!

Adrien: I'm here.

Adrien smiles sheepishly as Cosmobug pins him to the ground.  Cosmobug’s eyes bug out in embarrassment at the position she has him in.

Adrien: But, uh, Cosmobug?  Can I sit up please?

Cosmobug: Waaahh...?

Adrien: I don't mind being like this!  But I think I fell on something pointy...?

Cosmobug jolts up and flings the knife straight behind her.  Adrien holds up his hands and tries to laugh off his situation.

Cosmobug: Eep!  Sorry!  I didn't mean—!

Adrien: It's fine!  No harm done!

Cosmobug: It's not all fine!

Adrien leans into Cosmobug’s touch as she caresses his cheek, wiping her thumb at the tears that have started forming in his eyes.  With her other hand, she points her fingers towards the bruise on his neck, stopping short of touching it.

Cosmobug: I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt, Adrien.  Whatever you've been through?  You didn't deserve it.  None of your suffering was okay.  Which is why I refuse to let it happen again.

Cosmobug holds up her hands theatrically as she starts dreaming up the perfect plan.  Adrien is shown from behind, expression unseen.

Cosmobug: I'll personally see to it that you have someone who cares about you by your side 24/7, so you'll be completely safe!  I know you have some amazing friends who would do anything for you!

Adrien (talked over): Cosmobug, I don't think I—

Cosmobug: And since I know it can be hard to ask people for help, I'll ask them for you!

Cosmobug smiles and raises her hand towards her earring as it starts beeping loudly.

Cosmobug: I just know Marinette would love to—

Adrien (talked over): Really, I—

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Cosmobug: Sorry!  I'm about to detransform!  Be right back!

Cosmobug hovers off the edge of the cliff, giving a wave and a thumbs up.  Adrien kneels, reaching his finger towards the ring he stashed through the hole in his shoe.

Cosmobug: The end is in sight!  Just sit tight for a second and you'll be home free!

Marinette, all starry-eyed, touches the sides of her face in glee.  Tikki is mostly focused on eating the space power up cookie.

Marinette: Adrien's here, Tikki!  Thank you thank you thank you for giving me that Lucky Charm!  It led me right to him!

Tikki: Lucky Charms are more the universe providing you what you need than me...

Marinette: Close enough!  If it weren't for you, I'd still be powerless to help Adrien.  But now I can protect him!

Tikki, halfway through her cookie, looks away uneasily.

Tikki: Aren't you forgetting to ask Adrien what he wants?

Marinette: I know what he wants: to be with the people he cares about.  His friends are all dying to help, so we'll be perfect for giving Adrien everything he needs to feel that he's safely home!

Tikki: I guess... but maybe you should first make sure that your other friend gets home too?

Marinette grabs the side of her head in distress at the reminder.

Marinette: I FORGOT ALL ABOUT KAGAMI!

Somewhere in the trees at the bottom of the cliff, Cosmobug finds Kagami and waves to her.  Kagami shows Cosmobug the knife she found.

Cosmobug: Hey, Kagami!  I totally didn't forget to come get you!  I've just got a... surprise for you!

Kagami: Was the surprise this knife that almost hit me in the head?

Cosmobug: No!  I mean... The real surprise is going to be much better than a knife, ha ha!  Let me show you!

Cosmobug, having picked up Kagami to bring her to the clearing at the top of the cliff, gestures in front of them cheerfully.  Kagami looks confused.

Cosmobug: Tada!

Kagami: ...I am confused.  There seems to be nothing here?

Cosmobug turns her head in shock.

Cosmobug: What?  No!

Cosmobug kneels prone on the ground of the empty clearing, Kagami watching from behind at the cliff’s edge.

Cosmobug: Adrien was right here...  He was...

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[jumpywhumpywriter]

Living Weapon Whumpee part 13

Warnings: forced living weapon/fighter, war, bleeding & bullet wounds, several deaths, hostage situation, held at knifepoint

Whumpee tuned out the vicious fight going on behind him, the screams of pain and panic as the two sides tore each other apart with bullet and blade. He only had one mission now…

Using Myra as a human shield, Leader turned away from Whumpee so that Whumpee could protect and cover his back while Myra blocked his front, aiming for the hall to escape. The fight was almost over now, the Flint soldiers dispatching the last few of Leader's men.

Leader took one step toward the exit, roughly shoving Myra ahead of him -- when a bloody blade suddenly came bursting out of his chest, the tip of bright metal protruding out his front in a spray of blood.

The knife fell from Leader's hand as he stared down in pure shock and horror at the blood rapidly soaking through his shirt.

Whumpee leaned in from behind to whisper into his ear. "With all due respect, which is none... I'm not your puppet anymore. And you forgot to never turn your back on an enemy." That was always the biggest rule Leader had drilled into him, to never take your eyes off your opponent. Ironic, that it would be Leader's own fatal mistake.

Leader choked, mouth agape as he gurgled blood, drowning in it. Then Whumpee yanked his dagger out, and Leader fell to the floor, twitching and jerking spasmodically. It lasted mere seconds before he stilled, dead.

Whumpee stared down numbly at the body of his former handler -- before crumpling to one knee with a wheeze, clutching at his ribs. He must have taken more hits than he thought, and now that the adrenaline was starting to wear thin, he could feel it catching up to him. The agony, sharp and piercing, stabbing every nerve and setting it on fire.

He was barely aware of the scene around him anymore, the last dying cries of Leader's men as Flint soldiers took them out, a gorey mess of blood and death painting the floors in a gruesome mosaic. His ears were ringing, head throbbing with every heartbeat, but he was distantly aware of a hand on his shoulder, followed by arms around his neck.

It was Myra, clinging to him for dear life and shivering all over, hiding in front of his large form and burying her head into his shoulder to stop looking at all the carnage behind his back.

"T-Thank you W-Whumpee," she whispered, voice wobbling. She was sobbing and shaking like a leaf, and Whumpee couldn't blame her for being traumatized by all the death and destruction.He had learned to tune it out to focus on his missions, but Myra hadn't tasted war before -- her first glimpse had been when Whumpee killed the townsfolk.

Whumpee's chest was heaving, raspy breaths escaping him, but he put a reassuring arm around the small girl in a careful, gentle hug, being highly conscious of his own supernatural strength. His hands were covered in blood, but Myra didn't seem scared of him in the least, and it made Whumpee's heart ache. The only person who didn't see a monster to run away from. He craved that feeling of being wanted and appreciated as more than Weapon, being more than a scarred-up war beast.

"It's okay... Myra... You're safe now..." He panted, holding her close. "I just... need to lay down... for a bit..." Whumpee’s voice grew faint and thin as he gently untangled her small arms from around him so she wouldn’t get hurt as he awkwardly fell onto his side with a grunt, blood pouring from his wounds. Everything hurt, it was hard to breathe, and the room wouldn't stop spinning.

In his peripheral he could see Flint soldiers watching him warily, unsure if they should approach or run away before he had a chance to get up and attack. Mixed reactions of curiosity and terror.

Myra was leaning over him, and he saw a blurry figure appear behind her, tugging her into a fierce hug, and Flint's worried voice filtered into his foggy conscience.

"Myra! Thank the stars you're all right..."

Whumpee couldn't help cracking a small smile, a wave of satisfaction rolling over him. He'd done the right thing for once, fought on his own terms, not because someone told him to. He felt accomplished... free.

His vision was growing hazy, and he closed his eyes against the pain, not wanting Myra or anyone else to see it. And before long, the darkness floating in his head swallowed him whole. And he knew no more.

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Lost - lotcf & reader

notes: hi ahahahaha I've been gone for what? 1 or 2 years? So many things happened lol. I'm gonna do my thesis next year, I think I'm about to become an orphan? My extended family is out to get my life, I think it's the same for my bio dad, overall life has been a rollercoaster. Like every time I try to get back to my hobbies something happens, but I won't let that stop me from fangirling lol

Anyways! that's not what y'all are here for, you're here for the fic!

tags: novel spoilers (late part of book 1), set in endable, transmigrator!reader, naru calls ws "eldest uncle" because that's what the wiki says (but i'm not sure because i forgot huhu), reader is a shrimp stuck between two whales

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@eggb67 said: So imagine this, reader is from a complete waste land of a dimension and she crash lands into TOCF with no clue of where she is. She runs into WS and the first thing she does is attack him because he looks similar to the person who had been really close when it came to killing her.

The world you came from was one in chaos. Everyone has to fight to survive as if only barbarians lived there. It hadn’t always been like that. One thing leads to another; before you know it, the world is deserted, and only the strongest or the wittiest survive.

Survive, that was exactly what you were trying to do before you lost. Of course, the day you try to get food you encounter some bloodthirsty madman and die…

Well, at least you thought you did. 

You were sure the knife was going to stab your heart. To be honest, you accepted it, living in that world was tiring. You figured that since you have nothing left, no family, friends, or material things, then it should be fine if you disappear.

That’s why you were shocked when you opened your eyes and saw that you were in a different place. The place may be different but you can see the same madman that tried to kill you. 

And it would only be just to try and strike back right?

However, as you were about to swing your arms, that’s still injured, two men who look like knights blocked your movements. This made you fall over and sit on the ground.

“Explain yourself! Who are you and how did you appear here out of the blue?”

Now just what kind of roleplay is this? You were certain that you were in some dingy alley before. But now you look like you’re in a castle, or at least some luxurious lodging.

“Explain myself? I’m the most confused here. Who the hell are you people and where am I? Also, that bastard over there looks like the dude that killed me earlier.”

Now that you look at it properly the man that supposedly tried to kill you was the same but at the same time different. This man also had red hair and was wearing a white mask, but their clothes looked vastly different. Their aura was also different. This one feels more shrewd and has the vibe of a ruler.

Speaking of the mysterious man, he only looked at you as if he found a new toy to play with. That look only lasted for less than a second before it was replaced by a look of concern.

“There seems to be a misunderstanding, but first… Naru are you okay?”

Only then did you notice the white-haired kid near you. He looked shocked but seemed to be fine otherwise. Usually, you were soft when it came to kids.

But your instincts were telling you that this one isn’t a kid.

You have no way of proving it, but years- no decades of trying to survive in your forsaken world has honed your instincts. And your instincts were telling you three things:

The white-haired kid is not a kid

The redhaired man is dangerous

The kid is dangerous too but you’ll have a better chance of survival with him.

“Don’t worry Eldest Uncle no harm was done.”

“That’s good… Well usually we would send attackers like you to prison but as I said there seems to be a misunderstanding. You also don’t seem to be from here and look lost.”

Everyone around you started whispering about how merciful this White Star guy is. From the not-so-hush whispers, you gathered that these two are big shots in this place with the redhead being their ruler. 

That also confirms that you’re now in a world you have no idea of.

Your world doesn’t have a ruler. Well, it had one before but that was decades ago. The sight of people being orderly and following a single person seems so foreign to you now.

“Eldest Uncle if I may, can I take this person with me back home? I wish to treat their injuries and find out how they got here.”

It was only then you remembered that you were injured. Of course, all of them were from the madman from the other world. Just remembering about that encounter made you pissed. 

You kept your emotions in check and listened in on the conversation about you. They were acting as though you didn’t even exist, but it was fine. All you have to do right now is stay quiet and not offend anyone. You have to survive this room first then find out where the hell are you after.

“Are you sure Naru? They may be dangerous and bring you harm…”

“I will be fine uncle. I really want to treat them, seeing someone appear out of nowhere weak and battered reminded me of my own health. Thus why I wish to help them.”

The not-really-brat seemed to be a good actor.

You were far from weak. You may be injured, but not weak. If you want to you can still cause havoc in this place. That Naru guy seemed to know it too. His gaze only landed on you for a second but you can tell he has a good grasp of your strength.

That’s fine as it looks like he's trying to get you away from the more dangerous man so you played along.

As if touched by the kid’s words you tried to get up but only to fall back again. You added in some coughs for a good measure. 

Naru and White Star went back and forth a bit more with White Star saying he was worried and Naru adamantly proclaiming they just wanted to help a weak person like him. Luckily in the end White Star resigned and allowed Naru to do whatever he wanted on the condition that if you did anything rash Naru was to tell him immediately.

Soon enough you were being escorted out of the hall you were in to go to Naru’s residence with the help of some servants. The whole time you could feel White Star’s gaze on you and it felt just like how a mad scientist would look at their new test subject victim.

Let’s just hope you don’t have to meet him anytime soon.

[ebongawk]

oooh hellcheer hc is that eddie goes into fully nurse mode whenever chrissy’s sick. she has a cold? he’s fussing over her, making soup from scratch thank you very much bc he’s actually a great cook. cramps? he buys out her favorite chocolate from the corner store, he’s got three different types of heat packs ready, he’ll massage her belly for hours if that’s what it takes to make her feel better

Here's the thing: Chrissy was never home when Eddie got out of the studio on Wednesdays.

Wednesdays were their short days. The band's self-proclaimed 'recharge' days. The midweek break they all pretended to need that they'd written into their contracts so the fucking producer wouldn't throw a fit when Jeff dipped out at eleven to go meet his girlfriend at the train station, because Marie was in Boston Saturday night through Wednesday morning for work.

Eddie usually wandered in after a fast food lunch and a grocery run around one o'clock. Chrissy wasn't even off most days until four. So when he walked in the front door and was greeted with the curdling scream of horror queen Janet Leigh on the tube?

Yeah, Eddie about had a heart attack. Like full-on hand-over-the-heart terror.

"Sorry," Chrissy croaked from the couch as she frantically turned the volume of her vintage horror flick down. Psycho. Classic. Eddie hadn't even noticed her, she was so bundled up in blankets. A Chrissy burrito that could've passed for a rumpled throw blanket. "Sorry, sorry. You came in at the worst part."

Shit, she sounded awful.

"That's my specialty," Eddie breathed, dropping the excess number of grocery bags in the foyer and tripping over his own feet to make it to her side. "What's up, buttercup? How come you're home so early?"

Shit, she looked awful. All curled up and shivering despite the throw around her shoulders and the duvet she'd dragged in from their bedroom. Eddie automatically put a hand on her forehead, hissing at the burn beneath his palm.

"Think I caught the bug that's been going around on the publishing floor," Chrissy said, covering her mouth with the throw as she talked. Trying to breathe on him as little as possible. But her sinuses were so full, he doubted she could take in any air from her nose. "Editors were next, I knew it, but everyone insisted it'd stay quarantined upstairs."

"Morons," Eddie huffed, eyes raking over her face. Her blotchy, feverish cheeks; her bloodshot eyes ringed in the purple bruises of exhaustion. Her lips were dry, and Eddie sighed, hopping up and pressing a kiss to her forehead that she protested.

"You're gonna get infected," she grumbled. Eddie just shrugged, more firmly wrapping her up in her blankets.

"Did you take anything?"

"Grabbed some cold medicine from the pharmacy that's next to the office," she said, still covering her mouth. Exhaling a couple of rough coughs into the fabric. "Probably should've eaten something, but nothing sounds good."

Her sentences were choppy and slurred, which was how Eddie knew that this was serious. Having majored in English at BU, Chrissy's articulation refined to a fucking knife's point over the years. Ready to stab anyone who looked at her with a modicum of doubt when she explained what she did for a living.

His poor little Supervising Editor.

"Alright," Eddie said, hopping to his feet and pressing another kiss to her crown – this one not quite as protested as the first – before he rounded the couch to collect the grocery haul he'd bought that was entirely inadequate for a sick Chrissy. "Lemme get some water in the kettle, yeah? I'll make you some ginger tea and run to the bodega for soup supplies."

"Love, really, I'm fine––"

"Don't you I'm fine me, Cunningham," he called from the kitchen. Even though her last name had been Munson for damn near five years now. He loved the dopey little smile she still got when he reprimanded her with her maiden name. The eye roll. The huff of, That's Munson to you, Mister.

The huff never came this time. She was too tired to argue, he knew.

He started some prep work for what they had on hand while the water heated up. Mincing up a metric fuckton of garlic, grabbing some chicken breast from the fridge, grating most of a knob of ginger. They had some frozen chicken wing tips, but Eddie wasn't sure he had the time or patience to make broth from scratch. He mentally added store bought shit to his list, along with spinach and carrots.

Once her tea was ready, Eddie departed after stealing another kiss – this one to her cheek, which she yelled at him for as well as she was able and which he laughed at when her voice broke.

Another forty-five minutes later, after hauling ass to the store and back, Eddie had soup simmering on the stove, orange juice in the fridge, and three other types of medicine lined up along the coffee table to be taken after she'd eaten.

"I should go to the bedroom," Chrissy sighed as Eddie exchanged her empty mug of tea for a glass of juice. "Give you veg space so I don't get you sick."

Eddie scoffed. He'd grabbed The Two Towers from their nightstand, carefully depositing it on the arm of the couch before gently easing Chrissy's juice from her hands. He crouched down in front of her, leveling her with as withering a stare as he could muster around the worry he could feel lining his face.

"What kind of husband do you think I am, sweetness? To abandon his queen in her most desperate times of need?" She rolled her eyes, cheeks turned up in a slight smile. Eddie grinned, reaching up to pinch her cheek. Broadening her smile as much as she was able. "My fair lady needs her noble knight's assistance now more than ever! I ain't just gonna abandon you to squalor, baby. You know better than that."

She made a little noise of distress, and Eddie knew it was because she was terrified of getting him sick. Even though he played backup to Jeff, fucking his vocals could fuck the whole timeline for their next album.

He couldn't have given less of a fuck.

Tucking the blanket more firmly around her, Eddie carefully wedged his arms under her slight body, hoisting her up with a cracked little squeal from her raw throat before settling himself lengthwise on the couch, Chrissy in his lap.

"Eddie––"

"Shh, baby," he said, grabbing the book behind him and opening up to the bookmark. Picking up where they'd left off the last time he lulled her to sleep, just the night before, when she'd still been perfectly healthy. Harboring this bit of sick down deep enough that her body was still attempting to fight it off.

His voice, she'd told him once, was her favorite lullaby.

"So it was," he began to read, "that in the light of a fair morning, King Theoden and Gandalf the White Rider met again on green grass beside the Deeping-stream."

An hour later, Chrissy was out like a light. Breathing deeply through her mouth, with a little dribble of drool spilling onto his shirt and making him chuckle. He leaned down, kissing her hair and brushing it back over her ear.

"My poor little peach," he murmured, pressing the words into her scalp. The scent of ginger and garlic wafted through the air, and Eddie knew he should extricate himself from her embrace. Slip into the kitchen and turn the stove off.

But Chrissy let out this scratchy little snore, and Eddie figured he could give her another half hour.

"Love you, sweet," he said. And by the way she hummed in her slumber, snuggling even closer against his chest until her ear was pressed right up against her heart, Eddie thought, fuck, maybe she'd heard him.

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[cairavende]

Worm Arc 11 thoughts (pre-interludes):

Taylor's dad sees his daughter for the first time since she ran away. Since the fucking Endbringer attack! And literally says the line "“I need to go handle this" about a fucking work thing. No Danny. You do not NEED TO HANDLE THIS. God damn. It is fucking hard to be a co-parent for Taylor when I'm the only one doing any parenting!

Speaking of parenting - Taylor, you really should get some therapy. That was a pretty detailed level of fucked up nightmare you had. I love you and just want you to take care of yourself.

Skitter just like "all right, for day 1 I'm going to gain complete fucking control over my territory and establish myself as an unkillable bug goddess". And then she worries if she is doing enough!

Seriously though, letting that guy stab her and counting on her costume to block the knife? Fucking baller move. Also stupidly risky. So pretty much on point for my wonderful but stress inducing bug daughter.

And then she just sits in her chair drinking tea while she destroys two groups of Merchants? Doesn't just beat them, but absolutely terrorizes them. Lights one of them on fire with their own matches! WITH BUGS! I love her so much.

She also gained two minions as a side bonus to controlling her territory. And ensured their loyalty and dedication to her.

For real. Sierra would take a bullet. She'd die for Taylor. But Charlotte? Charlotte would kill for Taylor.

The speech Taylor gave Charlotte when giving her the options "leave town" or "work for me" was so well done! Came across as incredibly fair so Charlotte couldn't complain, but also just tied her in a little bundle all nice and neat. Set her up to want to work for you. Very nicely done. Taylor clearly has been learning from Lisa.

We're just pretty much giving up on that whole secret identity thing huh? It just started cascading out of control quite quickly. I don't expect Taylor and Skitter to be different people for much longer.

Lisa and Taylor went to a party together! A shitty villain party that was dangerous and almost killed them. But villain prom is villain prom. GAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

Just a number of good Chatterbug (Smugbug) moments here.

Lisa has a MURDER WALL! AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! I love her so fucking much and I will just sit in there with her working on the murder wall for hours. (She isn't trying to solve a murder so I know it isn't technically a murder wall, but it's a murder wall cause that's the best name.)

Fucking Bryce. Sure went through a lot of trouble for that asshole.

Skidmark just doing a thunderdome up in here. Some people use their powers for cool things and others build a fence.

Also really not seeming to do great for loyalty. Like ya you get a cape or two out of it but it left everyone in your gang not trusting anyone else.

I love everyone in Faultline's crew. Newter was my favorite but Shamrock may have beaten him out. I always loved Domino and Shamrock gives the same vibe.

Newter got a few good Nightcrawler like moments here too which was fun (grabbing things with his tail, talking to people from weird perches).

God DAMN Labyrinth is powerful. Like I knew she was but getting to see it. Holy shit. That was so fucking cool. Literal goddess of reality right here.

I'm really excited to learn more about Cauldron and the superhero in a can stuff. Very Weapon X with the memory wiping and such. (I'm just really on an X-men comparison thought process right now I guess)

Taylor "I'm not a skilled combatant" Hebert over here as she dual wields knives and successfully fights off multiple people, most bigger than her, while specifically using non-lethal attacks on them. Taylor that isn't what "not skilled" means!

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CHILD, STOP GETTING HIT IN THE HEAD! I WORRY!

Seeing the trigger event thing was really cool. I don't think the fact that any cape near a trigger event appears to almost pass out has been mentioned before. Obviously in universe know one would know anything beyond them appearing to stumble, but still. And we got to see more of the higher dimension beings. We in Flatland now.

Oh god there is so much more I think I'm missing huge amounts. AHHH!!!

Oh, this is important. While describing Mush Taylor says "He bore a resemblance to a particular pink skinned, scrawny goblin of a creature from those fantasy movies." That open endedness of that context made me decide she must be talking about The Goblin King in Labyrinth. David Bowie. But to keep things simple, since it might seem like she is talking about Gollum, I decided that on Earth Bet David Bowie played Gollum in the Lord of the Rings movies. This is canon as far as I am concerned.

That does also mean Mush looks at least a little bit like David Bowie.

[czrpenters]

stupid | sam carpenter x reader

summary: maybe you just had the most challenging, yet stupidiest decision of your life.

pairings: sam carpenter x fem!reader, meeks-martin!reader.

warnings: scream vi spoilers ahead, mention of injuries, blood and death. reader is mindy and chad's older sister. english is not my first language.

word count: 1.5k words.

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You couldn't believe it.

You never would've know that there was still a risk when you decided to leave Woodsboro with your siblings and your friends. You thought that it was over. That it was in the past. And now, Ghostface followed you all to New York. The nightmare began all over again. You've lost 3 friends over that motherfucker and you weren't ready to lose more.

After the last attacks in Woodsboro, in which you've almost lost your siblings and your own life for, you've decided to take a few self-defense lessons. Being careful was never going to be enough. You had pepper spray, a taser and a knife that you carried on your bag day after day. It was so fucking tiring being alert all the time, but you had to. You unfortunately was never going to be safe. I guess being the girlfriend of a ghostface target came with a cost, right?

And now, you were running from an asshole in a ghostface mask again, this time in New York, in your apartament. You just lost Quinn, your roommate, to him; Anika got stabbed and Mindy got injured. All of that adrenaline and fear got worse when the killer cornered you all into the bathroom, and for a split second you thought that this was it. It was the end of the line. You were going to die with your girlfriend today, Chad would lose both of his sisters and Tara would be alone. You couldn't stop thinking about them.

"(Y/N), let's go!" Sam shouted while opening the window. You saw your neighbour Danny right at the other building, with a ladder on his hands, putting it across both buildings like a bridge. That was actually a very good plan. He secured the ladder with his hands, while Ghostface was trying to open the door that Mindy and you secured with some furniture, but it was not enough, so you were holding the furniture to make sure that he wasn't gonna pass through. Anika was crying in pain right next to Mindy, and she was trying her best to press down to her girlfriend's wound so she wouldn't bleed to death. "You go first, let's go!"

"No fucking way, Sam! You go, then Mindy, Anika and me." You replied, in an kinda obvious tone, while Sam shook her head no. "I need to hold the fucking door, Sam! Just trust me on this, okay? I'm gonna be fine, I promise you that. Now go. Don't think, just go." She kissed your lips goodbye, praying that it wasn't going to be the last time she did that.

Even though she was very afraid, she passed the ladder successfully. It got you very relieved. She was safe. She was with Danny. She was okay. Mindy was next, even though she didn't wanted to leave her girlfriend and you, she passed the ladder quickly so she could help Anika do the same. It was getting harder and harder to hold down the door, but you needed your family to be safe, you needed them to be happy, even if it meant without you. "(Y/N)..." Anika said while crying, as if you were already dead.

"Don't you do that, okay? Don't think, just go, remember?" You quickly took your jacket off and tossed it to her, so she could put around her wound while she was on the ladder. "Put this on your stomach and go. Now, Anika."

You could see Sam and Mindy crying at the other side, and you hated to worry your family like this, but you wanted them to believe you had a plan. Even if you had to sacrifice yourself for them. Anika took the longest to pass through the ladder, due to the fact that she was holding your jacket on her wound, but she finally got to the other side with no problems. Before you could think about anything else, Ghostface made a brutal push on the door, which made you tumble and lose control over it. You could hear the girls screaming in fear, but you hoped that at least one of them called the police already, and if they did, your job was only to stall that motherfucker while the cops were coming. It was a stupid idea, but it was the only one you had.

So, you finally gave in. You stepped aside from the door and the killer got in, and you had enough time to go over the window and drop the ladder, which made Sam scream at you, but you weren't going to take any chances. He wasn't going to even have the option to think about crossing that ladder.. He wasn't as anxious like 5 minutes ago, he was calm; ready to gut your whole body while your family watched. He cornered you and got ready to stab you, but you thought quicker; hoping he was a dude, you tried to literally kick him in the balls. It distracted him for a few seconds, which were enough for you to turn around and grab anything to defend yourself. But that was clearly a mistake, since you felt a sharp pain on your back almost immediately. Sam and Mindy were screaming at you, but you weren't listening. You yelled in pain, and to move your arm became quite difficult, but with your last ounce of strenght, you grabbed a ceramic lamp and broke it on his head. It was getting hard to breathe, he probably hit you in your lung or something, but you tried your best to stay awake and ignore the excruciating pain you were feeling. And before he could do anything else, some sirens and red lights could be seen through the window. Thank god, you thought. He grabbed his knife and fled the place, as if he was just an allucination, and you finally let your guard down. It was over.

You sat down on the bathroom floor, bleeding, trying your best to not lose consciousness, but it got harder and harder each minute. You thought about Sam, in how she was probably safe right now, with Mindy. They were at Danny's, you thought. They're okay. You hoped Chad and Tara were fine too, and definetly prayed that Anika would survive. You couldn't stop thinking about them; and it was the last thing you remember before closing your eyes and letting your body rest.

--

You opened your eyes, the bright lights and colours of the room were heavy on your eyes. "Am I dead?"you thought. No one was in your room, but after a minute of searching, you found a blue button to call for the nurse, which made her come into your room in a couple of seconds later. "Where is Sam...? Is she okay?" You said, hoarse, when the nurse finally got into your room.

"I will find Miss Carpenter for you, okay? Do you need anything right now?"

"I need to see if she's fine." You were so tired, your eyes and body were begging for some rest but that would only happen after you've seen your siblings and girlfriend. After a couple of minutes, the love of your life came barging into the room, with a worried look on her face. "Oh my god, (Y/N)."

She hugged you tight, making you wince in pain.

"You do know that I'm injured, right?" You joked, making her laugh a little. Damn, you missed that laugh. "Shut up, jackass. I got worried as fuck. The doctor said you were stabbed in your lung, but nothing too serious. You should be out of here tomorrow."

"Was I out for too long? How's Anika? And my siblings?" You've bombarded her with questions, so she sat down close to you and held your hand.

"Anika will be fine. She is resting right now, got through a few surgeries. Chad and Tara are fine, and Mindy got a few stitches." She kissed the back of your hand. "And you were out for at least, 8 hours."

"Damn, you got me fucking worried. You came here and hugged me like I've been in a 4 week coma, babe." She pretended to be offended and laughed.

"It felt like forever to me, idiot. But I got really worried yesterday, (Y/N)." She got serious in the last part. "What the fuck were you thinking? To face the killer like that. To fucking drop the ladder??You could've died."

"If I didn't do that, the four of us would've died. If that's your way to say 'thank you', it sucked. Try again." You joked again, making her smile.

"I'm being serious, (Y/N). That was irresponsible. You couldn't beat a killer that size without a weapon!"

"Okay, first of all, I do have weapons. They just weren't with me at that specific moment. And second of all, of course I could! I am trained in jiu-jitsu, Samantha. I could stick that guy's head in his own ass if I wanted to."

"You had THREE jiu-jitsu classes, (Y/N)! That does NOT count as training!" She said in an obvious tone.

"Whatever. You're just jealous because the instructor told you that your arms were too flimsy to practice jiu-jitsu." You teased, making her flick you on your arm. "Ow!"

"Don't you ever do that to me again, okay?"

"I promise that I'll never try to kick ghostface's ass again, even though I am professionally trained to do so."

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[starandcloud]

A Little Gift

Neteyam x Reader

TW: Implied S/A, Sexism, mentions of blood, writer trauma projected, descriptions of past panic attacks, Reader being called "Princess"

CW: Y/N being kinda an asshole, Implied S/A, Descriptions of past Panic attacks

Word count: 4,404

Reading time: 31 minutes

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You were the village's "wild child". You were expected to be obedient and silent, but Enwa you were the opposite.

"So opinionated." "So loud" "So defiant"

Things often murmured about you that wasn't exactly what your father wanted for a daughter. Your sisters were wise and silent beings of beauty. While you were none the less wise or beautiful, you spoke your mind on many topics that women were expected to be silent about. Like the acceptable number of children, how to act, how to speak, how to address men and your husband. Your tongue was the reason many arrange marriages failed with you, you were too loud and you fought back. It wasn't rare that you'd be seen with "battle wounds", as you called them, around your village. You were a bastard child. There were rumors that your mother cheated on your father with a human, or another Na'vi, but none could be proven. Seeing as you were a perfectly normal girl. Despite the obvious signs of diviantantion.

You cut your hair, and kept it short, when women were expected to keep it long and only cut it when her husband died. You vowed you'd only grow it out when you had actually met your match, in both love and combat. You were an asshole, for a lack of better terms, and deemed "unmarriable". You were insufferable to your father, but he loved you none the less. He deemed you a warrior, of a kind, and you were his pride and joy. But he worried for you, his old and knowing eyes noticed the marks on you from those boys and how angry you were when you came back late and how bitter you were during meetings and how you were much more... explosive you were when it came to how men and others outside your family. But you dotted on your younger brother, often calling him your penghrrap and how you seemed to involve yourself into more conflicts. He never asked, but he knew. He always knew what was happening to his youngest daughter. He was a father and a Olo'eyktan. He wasn't blind. He noticed your frequent outings, and your late arrivals home, and the new hair clips you wore. He never pressed, he didn't want you to think he was intruding.

"Soooo, what's your issue," Neteyam asked as he watched you sharpen a spear with the knife he gifted you, "you seem more... pissy than usual."

You gave an eyeroll as you pressed the knife against the wood again and carved more off, sure you were in a bad mood. But that was none of his business, was it? But you never withheld information from him.

"Another stuck up asshole tried his luck with me, as if I hadn't rejected everyone fucking else. Enwa. I swear I'm going to die old and alone at this point!"

You yelled as you flipped the knife through your fingers and stabbed it into the ground next to you. A growl left your lips and Neteyam's hand gently rested on your kneecap making you snap your eyes down to him. His unamused eyes met yours and you let your head drop against the tree behind you, as a sigh left your lips. The back dug into your scalp as you took a deep breath. You could never place it, but something about that man calmed your nerves. Eased your mind and made you think clearly. Your eyes slowly opened and you stared up at the canopy above you as you felt Neteyam's hand gently rub up and down your leg before stopping at your thigh, his fingers stared to trace circles into your skin. Your lips curled up into a gentle arch as a satisfied hum before your eyes flicked down to him, he had that gentle smile he always had when it was just the two of you. You found it sweet how relaxed he was around you, it made you feel as if he was... a good man. Your eyes wandered down to the beads that dangled by his face and how defined his jawline was. How his eyes caught in the soft summer sun and how gentle his touch was on you... As your eyes wandered you noticed a new bead in his hair, to which you did the most reasonable thing. Your hand grabbed his face and you pulled it close as your other picked up the beads and your thumb gently ran over the bead before looking into Neteyam's eyes.

"I made that. You're wearing it. Why."

You demanded, making his smile widen before he laughed. His laughter was light and gentle before he looked into your eyes, his so much softer than yours which were so cold and hard it caught you off guard. His head tilted gently in your hand as he shrugged.

"Well, for starters, you gave it to me as a gift. And it was pretty, so I'm wearing it."

He spoke so carefree and kind to you, it made your eyes soften for a moment before you scoffed and shoved his head away and picked your knife and stick up again. Hoping to finish this spear before nightfall, you didn't want to hear from the newest arranged marriage man that you were late again. The mere thought made your body tense and your eyes narrow as you pushed your knife harder against the wood and it went a little to far.

"Fuck," you cursed under your breath as your knife and spear dropped to the floor, "fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck"

You kept cursing as you applied pressure to your wound. You didn't even notice Neteyam move from his laying position until he was between your legs, gently taking your hand. You watched as he kept applying pressure to the wound, "come on, up, you need a bandage," he spoke as he coaxed you up and started to lead you back to his home. He called his Ikran and gently got you on as his arm went around your waist and pressed you against his chest. As you felt the animal lift off the ground, your arm went around his waist and held yourself against him as your eyes squeezed shut. You pressed yourself so tightly against him, you could feel his chest rise and fall with every breathe as you tried not to focus on how far off the ground you were. You felt Neteyam's freehand gently trace up and down your back as he spoke.

"You're okay, I won't let you fall Sweetheart, breathe. Don't want you passing out this high up."

His breath danced across your ear and his chest rumbled as he chuckled softly, his hand never slowed as he spoke. Which did ease your nerves, you took a soft breath and relaxed against him. You felt his hand snake around your waist and hold you flush against him and you felt a small smile cross your lips as you completely relaxed against him. You felt your mind slip into a space it hadn't been in a while, your mind repeated "safe" as the wind whipped your hair into your face and chilled your skin as you subconsciously let your head find its way into the gap between Neteyam's neck and shoulder and rest there. He had a smell of rainwater and wormwood, it was a smell you found comforting and warm. It had your eyes fluttering shut quicker than you would've liked and your breathing fully evening out, it made your head fuzzy and your guard drop enough that you hardly noticed Neteyam's other arm wiggle it's way around you as the wind drifted your hair up as the Ikran took a drop down and your swore you felt your organs lift slightly as your body fell down with the animal. Though you hardly noticed as you let out a hum of contentment and allowed your head to nuzzle deeper into Neteyam's neck. Words almost slipped your lips before you felt his voice bounce off your shoulder, "we're here princess," his words were so softly you almost didn't think they were real until his arms removed from your body, their warmth with them. You sat up and immediately took notice of his shit eating grin, making an eyeroll break from your originally soft and dazed outlook. You fumbled off and let him guide you towards the medical camp, you took a subtle notice of his hand hovering behind your back. You didn't comment on it and kept your head held high and ducked into the medical house, you gave the customary three finger greeting and kept your gaze low when Neteyam left you to get bandages. You listened into the talk around you and let your eyes close, you hadn't meant to listen in but fucking hell when your father's name was brought into a conversation. Your ears perked up and you bit your lip to hold back a laugh as you tried not to giggle at some of the things said, while true. They were hilarious to you. It wasn't long before Neteyam returned and gingerly bandaged your cut, all the while poking fun at you for your reaction on the Ikran.

"Who would've thought, lil miss warrior, is terrified of heights."

His laughter made your heart ache and your blood run as if it was a viperwolf, which made you reaction in the only way that came to mind. Your foot planted itself on his chest and you pushed. You watched him tumble back onto his back as you took it upon yourself to bandage your hand. You didn't look up from him as you did, his chest shaking with laughter before you growled lowly at his continuous teasing. You tied the bandage a little to tight, your fingertips turning a light blue as you scoffed. You gave him a one fingered gesture before mocking him with your uninjured hand, during your mocking you didn't notice him growl close. When he did get close, he was close to your face. So you swung and watched his head jerk and then his eyes returning to yours, a shit eating grin on his face.

"You hit hard Princess, maybe you should aim right before you break your other hand too." "Oh fuck off!"

You yelled as he stood up and motioned you with him, "come on sevinadj'evengen," he said as he stepped out of the hut; leaving you alone. So you stood up and followed him out, you stuck close but your eyes scanning every face you saw before he lead you down the vines and towards a creek. You stepped into the water and followed him through the shallow water and listened to him babbled words. You felt a smile crossing your face before you watched him jump onto the bank, so you mimicked him. Hopping onto the opposite side and following him back to the spot the two of you had been, you don't know why you couldn't have just walked back. But it whatever to you really, you spotted the place and sped up to grab the knife. You grabbed the gifted knife and tucked it into the holder before turning to Neteyam, who was watching you with such soft eyes. You froze for a minute before picking up the spear you made and stabbing the sharpened part into the ground and leaning against it. You raised an eyebrow making him approach you, which did confuse you, so you stepped back. It only took a few steps before your back was being bitten by the tree. Neteyam, though only a head or two taller than you, loomed over you and his forearm pressed into the bark above you. He stared at you for a few seconds then whispered.

"You look really... really," your heartbeat faster before he finished, "stupid with that look Princess."

Laughter bubbled from his lips before you scoffed and held his face in your hand before pushing it away, his laughter made your body feel weird. You felt the air from his lips brush past your fingers and you let a soft laugh pass your lips, the sound was gentle and kind. You hadn't noticed Neteyam's laughter stop or his face move, you only noticed when your hand was gently pressed against the bark behind you that you looked up. You've never seen his eyes so serious, at least not towards you, and it caught you off guard. His face inched closer to you and your breath caught in your throat.

"Do that again Princess..."

Neteyam murmured out as his face moved closer, you could feel his breath dance over your skin. It smelled like peppermint and sap. His words confused you, so you simply tilted your head slightly, the action made him slightly tighten his grip on your wrist and his hand softly hover over your waist.

"Please," he begged, "I want to hear it again... It was pretty..."

His words made your lips twist up and your chest shake slightly before the laughter came out again. It was just as soft and kind as the first time, your eyes fluttered shut as you laughed. You let your body relax against the tree before your body relaxed against the harsh bark. Your laughter was short lived as Neteyam's hand rested against your waist as you felt Neteyam's head rest against your shoulder. It caught you off guard and your laughter quickly died out. You were confused until the hand on your waist wrapped around and his arm held you close to him. You could feel his lips on your shoulder, and you tensed up for a moment before pushing him off, you looked at him with a look of confusion before he pulled you close again.

"I want to hear that more... I want to hear you laugh and I want to hear you talk and say my name and... fuck your pretty Princess..."

His words scared you slightly, so you tensed up in his arms but... his eyes looked so genuine and kind it... it made you relax before you scoffed again. That cold attitude returning, and you grabbed his face in your hand before you rolled your eyes.

"Have I ever told you how annoying you are Neteyam? Like seriously?"

It was dark when you returned home, your newest mate attempt stood irritated at the door. You gave him a judgement look before setting down your newly made spear and grabbing a fruit from the basket you gathered the day before.

"You're home late," he commented with an edge of anger, "where were you?"

"Why the fuck do you care?"

You asked back, not in the mood for his games. You went to enter the room next when his hand grabbed your wrist, his grip was bruising, and it made you wipe around. Your eyes glaring daggers at him before fear struck you, his eyes had a predatory look as you fought back a whimper. You remembered that look, you'd seen it years ago. In those boys who were determined to break you, they'd failed. But you weren't so sure if this man would.

"I think. I need to break you of that shitty attitude."

He growled out as he shoved you to the ground, you landed on your front and grunted as you flipped over and scrabbled back reaching for your knife.

"You need understand. You're a woman. You are disposable and nothing. I will break you of that attitude."

He growled out as he pinned your arms above your head and forced himself between your legs, keeping you there. Your eyes were wild with fear as you struggled against him, you smashed your head forward into his. But it had no effect as he kept you there, you kept fighting, hoping to get away from the situation. Hoping to get away from him. Your mind kept screaming to fight and to escape. But... your just couldn't.

The next morning, your mind was scattered as you sat in your family's home. Brusing on your face with an ache in your legs as you hiccupped out small sobs, your body hurt like it hadn't in years. You hid in a blanket and watched the run slowly rise; you could hear that man... that beast sleep beside you. You glanced at the knife that had been thrown the previous night, dark circles under your eyes were so heavy they looked hideous on your face. The cut and bruise did you not justice either, you looked a wreck, and you were painfully aware of it. So, you did the logical thing. You grabbed it and loomed over him, your hands shaky as you stared down at him, you brought the knife above you, but it never lowered. You just couldn't do it, so you backed up and grabbed a satchel. You threw in what you could think of. Fruit, a change of clothes, your knife, and a blanket. Dressed in a warm cloak, you headed towards the door but hesitated. You walked into your bedroom with shaky steps and grabbed the old worn down plush your mother had given you when you were young and held it close to your chest and left. Your feet ached, and your legs even more so as you pulled yourself up the vines and fumbled towards Neteyam's home. You had been there so often, you knew the path well. You caught him leaving his home and fumbled towards him, he saw your clambering figure and met you a little over halfway. He caught you as you fell and held you close, his arms were so warm and comforting as he held you. His voice was gravely as he softly spoke.

"Hey, hey, what're you doing here? The sun's barely up Sweetheart..."

His gently voice, despite the sleep wornness of it, made you break down in a quiet sob as your knees gave up. He gently lowered you to the ground and rubbed comforting circles on your covered back.

"I-I'm sor-orry I-I did-idn't know where el-else to go!"

You forced out in your sob broken voice as he held you gently, not like that thing that hurt you. He didn't understand what was going on, or why you were here so early, but he did understand that you were hurting. So he gently picked you up and carried you inside. He settled you in his bed and sat beside you. His hand comfortingly on yours. You gently turned your hand over and gripped his tightly, the action caught him off guard but he gently held yours back. You quietly cried in his bed, you didn't notice his family start to wake up as you cried. You did hear the voice of a little girl who, even in her sleep state, sounded so concerned. Which made another broken sob leave your lips, his hand left yours momentarily to softly shush the girl and ask her something before his grip returned to yours. You held his hand so tightly once it returned you thought it would break, but he didn't flinch or move as he gently rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. He gave you a concerned, yet gentle, look as he watched you cry. He was at a loss, he didn't know what happened to you, but the bruise on your upper forearm angered him. He could feel the rage bubble up in his chest and pound against his mind, which was screaming to protect you and to fight for you. And god did he want to, but right now he wanted to stay with you and take care of you in the present moment. Right now, you were the most important thing to him. Right now, fixing your tears and calming you was the most important thing to him. To him. You were worth everything and he was damn set determined to take care of you in the now, and deal with what hurt you when you could talk about it. Which took a long time.

It was nearly two months later when you talked about it. The two of you were comfortably in the Hometree, sitting in the roots when you spoke up.

"Neteyam?" "Yes Princess?"

Your heart beat against your chest as your hand gingerly found his and gripped it, in the past two months you had been grabbing his hand anytime your anxiety spiked or you got scared. Which had been a lot. Anytime you thought you heard that monster's voice or saw his face, you panicked and forgot how to breathe, and when you did it would be sharp and short inhales and your vision would cloud and you couldn't seem to get air in. Every part of you that that thing had touched would burn and you could hear his voice and feel his touch you'd shake like it was happening again. your body would tingle and you'd lose feeling in it. Your stomach would twist into a knot and hurt like you had been punched in the gut, your head would pound and scream and your chest would ache like you were dying. You'd feel like throwing up as your skin would raise goosebumps but feel so fucking hot. You'd feel like your skin was all to hot to be in and you'd sweat, you wouldn't feel in control and like he had found you again and he'd hurt you like he did before. But Neteyam was always there to take care of you, to calm your mind and treat you like you were glass against him. It made your mind calm and heart slow when he'd softly rub your arms and talk to you so sweetly and softly it'd make your body relax and your vision clear.

"Do you..." you hesitated, "Do you remember the morning I came to you, crying?"

Neteyam was silent for a moment before he gripped your hand gently.

"Yeah?"

His voice was soft and kind, but had an angry undertone as he remembered those disgusting bruises on your skin and how exhausted you look. He turned his head and watched you with a soft look in his eyes, you looked so much happier. Parts of your hair were braided and had little beads and some small flowers in it, you had let it grow a bit. It wasn't much longer but it looked beautiful right now. At least to him it did, a bit untamed but you like it that way. So Neteyam did too.

"I... I was hurt... A ma... a bo... a mal... a per... a monster," you fumbled through your words before settling on one you thought best, "I was hurt in a way I don't think I'll ever actually heal from. It... it wasn't like a bruise or a cut or a stab or a verbal attack. It... It was physical. And it still hurts now, every time I see my reflection I feel... tainted I guess."

You said as you pulled your hand from his and your legs up to your chest, you held them close with your arms as you rocked yourself slightly.

"And he took something from me that I'll never get back, something that I can't take or steal back. Something that no one can give me back or return to me, something that I didn't want to give him. And it hurts that he took that from me, and I don't know how I can heal through it because I don't know if I even can heal from this 'yam and I don't know how to actually talk to someone about it without feeling like it's happening all over again. Kind of like a phantom pain, like when you hit a scar hard on a tree or a doorway, ya know?"

You asked, not even sure if he's even paying attention anymore. Your eyes slowly dazed out and your breathing got shallow before you took a deep, shaky, breath and continued.

"And I don't know what I'll do if he finds me again, because if I wasn't strong enough the first time what stopping from hurting me like tha-at again." you asked as your voice broke slightly, "because if I couldn't defend myself the first time how could I possibly protect myself this time..?"

You didn't notice his hands ball into tight fists before he gently moved and sat in front of you, he pulled you to his chest. Your legs hitting his as they easily divided for him, letting you fall against him as you whimpered out a quiet cry. His arms gently held you as he gently rubbed your back with his thumb before he whispered.

"Well if he does find you, I'll protect you this time... I'll keep him away and you safe. I'll never let him hurt you again, I swear you that Princess..."

His words were so sincere and gentle, despite the obvious angry tone, that you relaxed into him. Your arms falling to your side as you buried your face in the space between his shoulder and neck and let out a shaky breath. His angry undertones would've scared you at any other point, but you knew his anger wasn't directed at you. You knew where his anger was directed, so you felt safe with him. You whispered out words you never thought you would, not towards any man. Not even Neteyam.

"Neteyam?" "Yes Princess?" "I-I feel safe with you..."

He paused for a mment.

"Good Princess."

Your heart raced as you gently wrapped your arms around his waist, and held his softly as a comfortable silence settled between you two.

"Neteyam?" "Hm?" "I love you..."

"I..." he hesitated," I love you to Princess."

His words made a flurry of butterflies fill your stomach and your body fully relax against him, making your body and soul feel safe as he pressed a gentle kiss to your head and rested his chin on your head. His eyes fluttering shut as he gave you a gentle squeeze, knowing he'd always protect you and keep you safe against whatever you needed. He knew you could handle your own, but he also knew that you would rely on him a bit more now. You were his world, a gift from Enwa if you would, and that he was going to mate bond with you. Once you were ready of course, he'd never pressure you. Never.

@tumblingdevils @crazed-flower @christinechickiee @stefcatgirl @neteyamyawne @spriinglockedd

straight up trauma coping y'all- Sorry-

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Okay for the ladder scene maybe you can do M!Reader fighting off ghostface because he also wasn’t hurt, which helps Anika cross the ladder and M!Reader throws a lamp which makes ghostface stumble but he regathers himself and quickly stabs M!Reader in the stomach and pushes him through the window and dies.

Or reader throws ghostface out the window and everyone watches as ghostface just lays there, blood pooling from underneath. Reader then crawls across the ladder and everyone congratulates him for killing ghostface.

Blood Splattered Teardrops

Danny Brackett x M!Reader

warnings: angst, swearing, and character death

A/n: the person who requested this didn’t really have a specific person (which I don’t mind) so I took the opportunity to make my first Danny Brackett fanfic! btw y/n’s death is very inspired by Olivia Morris’s death from scream 4

Summary: Danny are having a date night and Danny sees Quinn getting attacked and y/n decides to go help the group but ends up losing his life

Quote: “I can’t lose you!” "And you won't, so let me go!"

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Danny and y/n were at Danny’s dorm room watching a Halloween movie. Y/n laid his head on Danny's chest as he reached for the popcorn. Although Danny's dorm wasn't the biggest it was definitely the comfiest. It was the little things like Danny setting up pumpkin scented candles, making sure the lighting was perfect and many more tiny little details that Danny knew y/n would love. Danny was the perfect boyfriend.

"Hey baby, I'm gonna get us some water" Danny said as he kissed y/n's head before making his way to the kitchen.

As Danny got the drinks he looked through his window to see someone in a ghostface costume looming over an unknowing Quinn.

"Yo, Hey! Yeah, whats up bitch" Danny said trying to distract the masked killer.

"Danny who are you yelling at" y/n said as he walked up to Danny to see what he was yelling for.

"Holy shit" y/n said as killer was staring directly at the pair.

"Danny, keep trying to distract the fucker, I'll try to help them" y/n said

"No" Danny said as he held onto y/n's arm.

"I can't loose you!" Danny said.

"And you won't, so let me go!" y/n said.

Danny knew y/n, he was as naïve as they come, and there was no stopping him, so Danny let him go, but not before giving the shorter boy what would be their last kiss.

"Be safe okay?" Danny said.

"okay" y/n said as he put his jacket on and rushed out of the dorm room, to head to Sam and Tara's dorm room. Luckily y/n was friends with Anika so as soon as he knocked on the door Anika opened it. And as soon as y/n came inside he heard the sounds of Quinn's grunts.

"Sorry about that, Quinn and her little hookup are at it again" Anika chuckled.

"It’s too late" y/n said in guilt.

“Y/n what do you mea-” but suddenly everyone in the dorm got sent a photo is Quinn getting attacked.

The core4 came rushing in the room as soon as they got the photo. But all of a sudden Quinn’s screams came to a halt as the not one person in the group dared to open the door.

“Run” Mindy said as Quinn’s body flew onto y/n and Anika.

Y/n heard Anika's shrieks as she pushed Quinn's body off of her. After ghostface slashed Mindy in the arm y/n saw as Anika tried to fight against the masked killer but quickly failed as ghostface lifted her from the ground and stabbed her in the stomach, slowly lifting the knife up her abdomen.

Sam quickly rushed into the room with a knife block and knocked it against the killer’s head as y/n, Mindy, and Anika rushed into Quinn’s room. As Sam rushed inside the room she blocked the door as ghostface pounded on it, trying to get in.

Sam noticed the bathroom door open and whispered to Mindy to close the bathroom door. Mindy screamed as she saw Quinn’s hookup dead in the bathtub as ghostface appeared behind the door trying to stab Mindy as she tried to close the door. Sam guided Mindy back behind the door as y/n pushed a wardrobe box to the door that ghostface was behind.

Y/n noticed his boyfriend calling them from across the apartment and opened the window to see Danny pulling out a ladder.

“Are you fucking kidding me” said y/n as Danny reached for him to grab the other side of the ladder.

“Do you have any better ideas?” Said Danny.

“No” said y/n in defeat.

“You three go first, Sam!” Said y/n.

“No! I can’t! They are more injured they should go first!” Said Sam.

“We have no time! I’ll stay here to barricade the door! Just go!” Y/n said.

Y/n watched as Sam crossed the ladder.

“Come on!” Y/n heard Sam say.

“Mindy go!” Said y/n.

Mindy gave Anika one last kiss before crossing the ladder. As Mindy was crossing y/n didn’t know how much longer he could hold the barricade. When it was Anika’s turn to cross the ladder ghostface busted through the door and knocked y/n’s head into a wall as he quickly turned his attention to Anika.

When y/n got up he heard Anika scream as ghostface was shaking the ladder. Y/n took a nearby lamp he found and smashed it onto the killers head, which knocked the killer out for a bit.

“Anika go!” Y/n yelled as he stabilized his side of the ladder.

But as Anika finally crossed the ladder y/n didn’t notice was that ghostface got up, and the killer took the opportunity to stab him in the back repeatedly.

“Y/n!” Danny screamed.

Y/n screamed in pain as the killer shoved the upper part of y/n body out of the window to let the group watch y/n getting his guts torn out.

Danny sobbed as he had to watch helplessly his lover was getting killed in-front of him

“D-Danny I l-love you” y/n said weakly.

If y/n wasn’t dead from the stabbings he definitely was going to be as ghostface shoved his body out of the window.

Y/n screamed as he landed hard on the concrete bellow and his blood painted the floor red.

[cherxyx]

🔪Homecoming🔪

Summary: Homecoming is here, but also crazy killers are here too. You just had to be there this hocoming!! Looking too good for you not to be killed. No hard feelings tho!

Warnings: Guns, death, mentions of shooting up a hoco, blood, cussing, stabbing, screaming, might not like Y/N in the end, weapons

(Clicking read more is consenting to read dark content and that your reading on your free will)

How did it get this way? At hoco, I am running for my life. Until they arrived, we were all dancing and laughing.

30 minutes ago...

"OMG GIRL YOUR DRESS IS PRETTY," your friend shouted over the loud music. There were a lot of people, so you were relieved to see your friend. "Thank you," you said, clinging onto her as people pushed by. You were somewhat nervous considering it was your first hoco. The music was pleasant, and the theme was old Hollywood, so it wasn't too horrible. Everyone was having a good time.

As time passed, you began to enjoy yourself and even began dancing with your friends. It felt nice. "Hey, I'm going to the bathroom," you stated before walking away from your friends. When you eventually made it past the crowd and to the 2nd floor of the school building, where the bathrooms were.

Something feels off, you think. It's quiet. It's extremely quiet. "I still need to pee," you muttered aloud to yourself. Going to the closest bathroom, you found something frightening. Blood. The stalls, the walls, the mirrors, and the sinks were all covered with blood. It appeared like a bloodbath. You didn't want to glance down when you noticed a bloody sparkly high heel in the mirror.

As you continued to look at the restroom, tears streamed down your cheeks. Think. You have to call someone and go get someone. You tripped over something as you ran out of the bathroom, trying to pull your phone out of your handbag. Your phone flew across the floor when you collapsed. Shit. Looking to see what you tripped you…

A body.

You cried loudly before getting back up to run again. You were getting near to the steps when you heard a series of screams. Then there were shots. What should I do? you wondered. Going downstairs would be a waste of time. There are too many people, and you don't know how many attackers are inside.

Think.

A side door. On the 2nd floor, there was a stairwell leading to a side door. You began to sprint again, this time making sure to grab your phone. You came to a complete stop when you approached the side entrance. In the hallway, there were two people. You couldn't see them clearly until one of them said anything. "Thank you for getting me out there, it is like a massacre." She was crying and struggling to catch her breath. Lilah. But who is this guy?

"It's ok, not a problem" . Hinata. Two of your best classmates in the school. You were relieved and decided to approach them to tell them about the side entrance until Hinata pulled out a knife and began stabbing Lilah. He stabbed and stabbed until her screams were inaudible, before inserting the knife into her throat. Pushing it in so that it can come out the other end. She collapsed against the lockers. Hinata reached into his pocket for a tissue and wiped his hands and face.

You closed your mouth to keep from screaming and began backing away slowly. You could feel your heart beating and your tears pouring quicker. He's in the way of the side entrance. What should I do? You were attempting to back up gently, especially since four other individuals had arrived to assist Hinata. They all appeared to be older.

You were so focused on the group that you forgot about the lockers behind you. You had backed up into the lockers. Making a lot of noise. All five of them glanced at you for what seemed like a long time before you bolted in the opposite direction. Run. Then you heard their footsteps taking off as well. Run faster.

How did it get this way? At hoco, I am running for my life. Until they arrived, we were all dancing and laughing.

When you arrived at the steps, you were sobbing uncontrollably. Fuck it. You ran downstairs. You were sprinting as quickly as you could. Your heels didn't make it easy. Going along many hallways till you came to a door. You were relieved to see another side entrance on the first level. You stopped hearing their footsteps and decided to take a breather before jogging to the door.

When you arrived at the door, you took a moment to consider whether you wanted to see if anyone was still alive or if they were all dead. A single glance wouldn't hurt. What if your friends were still alive, or if they were only injured? You heard something when you started walking away from the door again. Like a door opening.

Oh shit.

[writer1queenjaysblog]

No one will harm or hurt you as long as we're here our baby 💗

(Yandere Dad Tonowari x yandere mom Ronal x daughter oc! Sho'ree is the youngest daughter and sister who just turned 18 and she wants to go out but her parents won't allow her because she is their sweet innocent princess who has a kind gentle heart and soul. But when the RDA capture things end badly for them.)

As Ronal was minding her own business Jake came in and told her the children were under attack and that her children were in the mix.

She went to get weapons as she turned Tonowari held her belly "You must stay back." "I ride!" She said as she got in her Skimwing as they arrived Jake told him to stop Tonowari told them to stop as Jake saw the kids.

"They have your daughters as well Tsireya and Sho'ree." They hissed and growled Ronal hissed then got worried about Sho'ree her baby girl "If they hurt them may Eywa have mercy on them." She said as she wanted to save her baby.

Before she knew it she was in battle as Tonowari maneuver in the water jumping out impaling the humans as was she. Colonel was watching this unfold "They are coming for you!" Said Kiri as Sho'ree tried to get loose "You'll do instead of the mouthy one."

He said uniting her and grabbed her by her braid "Hey Jake come alone unless you want your friend's daughter dead." He said as Jake didn't want Sho'ree to get hurt that's hell on earth he didn't know was going to happen until he cut her side as she screams in pain.

"C'mon Jake make up your mind!" "Let their daughter go! I'm coming." "No Mr Sully don't -!" She said as Jake got close she knew that someone was going to die if she didn't act fast so as soon as he let her go she stabbed him with her hidden knife and pushed him off as Jake started shooting hitting the Na'vi soldiers and humans on board.

"Way to go Sho'ree!" Said Lo'ak as she rushed to them as Neteyam came to save them "Hey bro!" "Teyam free them I will help your father!" She said picking up a gun "Don't it's dangerous love!" He said as he took the gun from her "But Neteyam -!" "No buts I'm ending this once and for all." He said as he went to help Jake she went after him.

As the fight continues Neteyam fires the gun at colonel once he was sure he was down he went to jump as Sho'ree was in front of him colonel grabs a gun "Nete look out!" She pushed him as she got hit in the shoulder "Ahh!"

"Ree! Oh no Ree your hit!" He said as Lo'ak and spider swam to them "Help her!" He said as he swam her to the rocks Sho'ree was bleeding bad. Her cut wound was bleeding more even though he didn't cut her deep and the bullet that hit her shoulder was bleeding profusely "Sho'ree babe hold tight ok? Just hold on!" "Teyam..it hurts!"

"I know baby I know your mom's coming." As Tonowari and Ronal arrived their hearts sank seeing their daughter in pain and bleeding Ronal's heart sank she couldn't lose her daughter, her baby girl, she already lost her spirit sister now she's going to lose her daughter too?!

No! She won't! "What happened?!" "Colonel cut her side and shot her." Said Lo'ak Ronal wanted to end him "Mom..I don't think I'll make it." "Don't say that! Your going to be ok baby ok? Mama's here." She said trying to heal her Neteyam was worried for his mate and he too wanted to kill him he felt his blood boil.

Colonel and Jake fought under water Jake knocked him out leaving him to drown but spider saved him as he tried to convince him to leave with him but he hissed at him before diving back in the water Tonowari hunters found him he dragged him as his ikran was put down. "We found him!" Said one of the hunters as Tonowari got off his Skimwing standing above him with rage in his eyes as he impaled him with his spear.

"You will not hurt my daughter again demon!" He said as he made sure he was dead he broke his neck.

Back home Sho'ree was healed and was resting as Tonowari came back covered in blood with colonel's head in his hand was well as Lyle who was hiding until Tonowari spotted him and killed him too he had a dark look on his face he never had before Ao'nung saw his father smiling "You killed the demons father?" "Yes son now your sister is safe."

He smiles as sees his father walk to the Mauri as Sho'ree wakes up he smiles "My baby your awake." "Dad- dad what happened to you?!" She said seeing blood on him and his spear "Oh no my baby daddy's ok I took care of the demons no one will hurt you again." He said she was scared seeing her father was a insane look in his eyes Ronal smile as she brought in the head of the man who hurt her "Ahh!"

She said as Tonowari turned seeing the head "Ronal my love that was a surprise." "I couldn't wait I wanted our daughter to see her father's new hunt."

"Father -!" "Shh it's alright my baby we're always going to protect you no matter what." "Don't worry my sweet baby momma and daddy are here."

She said as she sat next to her caressing her head hugging her "No one will hurt you as long as we're here our precious little princess." Said Ronal

"Your mother's right my baby we'll destroy anyone and anyone that pose a threat to you my baby girl." Said Tonowari.

@lovemyavatar another one!!