#im going to murder whoever came up with this

[evilcarrington]

KILL4ME -CARRINGTON

pairing: carrington x reader

summary: in which carrington is obsessed with his bestfriend.

warnings: violence,mentions of murder,stalking, rough sex,knife play.

in a small town of woodsboro california there has been a recent murder case. all high school students being targeted. it was around the week of halloween, a day before.

first it was a girl named kenzie and her boyfriend jake. he was found in her backyard tied up to a chair and she was found in her yard brutally murdered.

a pyscho killer broke into her house wearing a cloak and a ghostface mask. first he was calling her on the phone using a strange voice. it led into him killing her boyfriend in front of her then her being chased in her yard til she was murdered and found in her lawn.

everyone who lived in woodsboro was shocked and upset as to why the couple had got murdered. nobody knew as to why high school students were being targeted or who was behind this.

currently y/n was sitting in her bed with her bestfriend tara as they were talking about the events that recently happened.

“can you believe that someone would wanna kill kenzie and jake?” y/n said to her bestfriend as she was laying on her stomach flipping through a magazine.

tara sighed as she looked at her bestfriend. “no its crazy like who would do something like this!”she said playing with her hair.

“right like why kenzie and jake!” y/n said as she sat up on her bed.

the two girls continued to talk about the recent murders and different topics and ate snacks til tara had to go back home.

the girl was currently cleaning her room after tara had just left until her phone started to ring.

she walked over to her phone grabbing it as she answered it. “hello?” she said.

“its all for you baby.” a unknown voice said to her.

she furrowed her eyebrows as she was confused. “who is this and what are you talking about?” she said.

the voice chuckled. “the murders, theyre all for you baby.” the voice of a man said.

“is this some sort of sick prank or something troy because you’re not funny!”she said getting angry.

“this isnt troy.” the voice said.

“try again princess, im inside your house as we speak.” the voice chuckled.

the girl felt her heart racing as the call suddenly ended. “what the fuck!” she said to herself as she sat the phone back down.

she was scared and she felt like she was the next victim of whoever was behind the murders.

she tried to shrug it off and went back to cleaning her room as suddenly her bestfriend carrington was climbing thru her window.

she felt startled as she noticed him climbing in. she walked over to her window helping him in.

“carrington!what are you doing here?” she asked.

he pulled her into a hug and suddenly something fell from his pocket. “just wanted to see you. i was at troys house and figured id come over here.” he said.

she nodded as she looked down at what had just fell out his pocket. she leaned down picking it up as she noticed it was a phone and a voice changer.

“carrington what the fuck!?” she said as she held the items in her hand. she was confused and scared that he may be the one who had just called her.

“y/n i promise its not what it looks like!” carrington said to her as he tried grabbing her so he could explain himself.

“explain yourself then!” y/n shouted, backing away from him. she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and her hands were starting to shake.

carrington looked desperate. “its not me, i swear. i found this stuff at troys house. I think he’s the one behind the murders. i was going to come and show you this and warn you.” he said.

y/n's mind was racing. she didnt know what to believe. “why didn’t you just tell me that from the start? why sneak in through my window?”she said.

“i didn’t want you to freak out.” carrington said, his voice trembling. “i thought if i came in the normal way, you wouldn’t listen to me.”he said looking at her.

y/n took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “alright, let’s say i believe you. what do we do now?”

“we need to go to the police.” carrington said. “but we need to be careful. if troy finds out that we know, he might come after us.” he said.

“no.”y/n said firmly. “ill go to the police. stay here and keep an eye on things. if anything happens, call me.” she said.

carrington nodded. “be careful, y/n.” he said.

y/n headed out the door, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. she had to get to the police and tell them everything. if carrington was right,and troy was the killer then they needed to stop him before he could hurt anyone else.

as she walked down the dark streets of woodsboro, y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. she glanced around nervously but didn’t see anyone. she picked up her pace determined to get to the police station as quickly as possible.

when she finally arrived, she burst through the doors and ran up to the front desk. “i need to speak to someone about the murders,” she said breathlessly.

the officer behind the desk looked at her with concern. “whats your name, miss?”he said.

“y/n.” she said. “i have information about who might be behind the murders.” she said.

the officer nodded and led her to a small room where she could speak to a detective. y/n recounted everything that had happened, from the phone call to carringtons visit and the items she found.

the detective listened carefully, taking notes. “thank you for coming forward y/n. we will look into this immediately. in the meantime i want you to stay somewhere safe. do you have anyone you can stay with?” he looked at her.

y/n nodded. “i can stay with my friend tara.”she said.

“good.” the detective said. “we will send an officer to keep an eye on your house. if you see or hear anything suspicious, don’t hesitate to call us.” the detective said.

y/n left the police station feeling a mixture of relief and fear. she hoped that the police would be able to stop the killer before anyone else got hurt. As she made her way to taras house, she couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next. the nightmare was far from over, but at least now she had taken a step towards ending it.

when y/n arrived at taras house, she knocked on the door, her heart still racing. tara opened it quickly, her eyes wide with concern.

"y/n, what's going on? are you okay?" tara asked pulling her friend inside.

y/n nodded, trying to catch her breath. "i went to the police. theyre looking into everything now. carrington thinks troy might be the killer.” she said.

taras eyes widened even more. "troy?thats insane. what are we going to do?"tara was freaking out.

"we just need to stay safe and wait for the police to do their job." y/n said as her voice was trembling. "theyre going to keep an eye on my house. but i need to stay here with you, just in case."she said.

tara nodded, hugging y/n tightly. "of course.you can stay here. we will get through this together."she said.

as the night went on, y/n and tara tried to distract themselves with movies and conversation. it didnt help much the fear still lingered in the back of their minds. every sound outside made them jump, and they found themselves constantly looking out the windows.

meanwhile,the police were busy investigating the new lead. they went to troys house, where they found more incriminating evidence—photos of the victims, a collection of voice changers, and even a ghostface mask. it seemed like the case was finally coming together.

but little did they know that carrington was actually the one behind the murders. he was planting it all on troy. he had a whole plan to make it seem like it was troy. he had planted the mask,the voice changers, and the pictures at troys house earlier when they were hanging out.

carrington never liked troy.he always has just pretended too because of the friend group.he had his girl. he had y/n. carrington was insanely inlove with her and he would do anything for her. thats one of the reasons why he started the murders. its all for his girl.

carrington has always been inlove with y/n. from the very start of their friendship. that was supposed to be his girl and not troys.

he doesnt know what made him wanting to start to kill for her but now that he started he doesnt want to stop.

he first killed kenzie and jake, both being fake friends of y/n. kenzie had always been two faced to her and carrington didnt like that. he killed jake because he knew it would hurt kenzie watching him be killed.

he had a plan to kill troy and some others that are close to his girl. every killing has a reasoning. troy may be in jail but carrington was gonna kill him either way.

as the night continued, y/n and tara eventually fell into a restless sleep. they were unaware of the true danger that still lurked in the shadows. carrington, hidden behind his facade of concern, was already planning his next move.

the police were confident they had their suspect, but carrington's deception was almost perfect. he watched from a distance, making sure his plan stayed on track. he knew that as long as he played his cards right, he could keep y/n safe from suspicion and close to him.

♡彡

the next day, the town of woodsboro was buzzing with the news of troy's arrest. people felt a sense of relief, believing that the nightmare was finally over. y/n and tara tried to return to their normal routines, but the trauma of recent events still weighed heavily on their minds.

meanwhile carrington continued to play the role of the concerned friend, staying close to y/n and offering his support. he was thrilled that his plan was working so well, and he couldn't wait to see how things would unfold.

but the truth has a way of coming out, and carrington's web of lies was bound to unravel eventually. the question was, how long could he keep up the charade before someone discovered the real killer behind the ghostface mask?

in the end, the town of woodsboro would learn that evil doesn't always come from where you expect. and for y/n, the realization that someone she trusted so deeply was capable of such horrors would be a wound that might never fully heal.

carrington sat with y/n at the fountain along with chase and tara. all talking about the events that has took place in the past few days. as carrington was sitting by y/n he pretended to share her relief. he couldnt help but smile inwardly. in his twisted mind,everything he had done was justified. after all,he was doing it for her.

y/n was still in shock. she couldnt believe that her boyfriend was the one behind the mask. she had all kinds of questions in her mind. was he gonna kill her?why was he doing this?

carrington held the girl close to him as he was comforting her. “you guys coming to my halloween party tonight?” he asked.

chase nodded. “yeah we will be there.” he said with a small smile.

y/n nodded, trying to push her fears aside. “yeah, i think it will be good for us to get out and try to have some fun.”she said forcing a smile.

tara looked at y/n with concern. “are you sure you’re up for it? we don’t have to go if you’re not feeling it.” she said.

carrington smiled, his eyes glinting with a hidden satisfaction. “great, it’s settled then. let’s make tonight a night to remember.” he said.

as the group continued to chat carringtons mind was already racing with plans for the evening. he knew that the party would be the perfect opportunity to take his next step, to solidify his place in y/ns life and eliminate anyone who stood in his way.

the night of the halloween party arrived quickly. y/n, tara, and chase arrived at carringtons house, which was already filled with people in costumes, laughing and dancing. the atmosphere was festive, but y/n couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach.

tara and y/n were matching costumes. they both had on bunny ears and a black mini dress and fishnets. chase had on his football jersey with some jeans.

carrington greeted them at the door, dressed in a red robe with a creme colored shirt and a pair of pants.“welcome to the party!” he said, his grin wide and inviting.

y/n gave him a smile back. “thanks, carrington. it looks great.” she said stepping inside.

as the night wore on, y/n found it increasingly difficult to relax. she kept glancing around, looking for any sign of danger. carrington stayed close to her, his presence comforting her.

tara and chase tried to keep the mood light, but they could sense y/n’s tension. “hey, why don’t we get some fresh air?” tara suggested, taking y/n’s hand.

“yeah, that sounds good.” y/n agreed, letting tara lead her outside.

as they stood in the cool night air, y/n took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. “im okay tara. i just still feel uneasy about troy.” she said.

tara squeezed her hand reassuringly. “it’s okay, y/n. we’re all here for you. we won’t let anything happen.” she said.

just then, carrington appeared at the door, his expression concerned. “everything okay out here?” he asked.

“yeah, we’re fine.” y/n said, forcing another smile. “just needed a break.”she said.

“good.” carrington said stepping closer. “i want you to enjoy yourself tonight. you deserve it.”he said.

as the party continued, y/n tried her best to relax and have fun. but the feeling of dread never fully left her. she knew that the nightmare wasn’t over yet, and she couldn’t shake the sense that something terrible was still to come.

little did she know carrington was watching her every move, his mind already planning his next steps. he was determined to keep y/n close, no matter what it took. and as the night wore on, he knew that he was getting closer to achieving his twisted goals.

carrington snuck off as the party was going on putting on the cloak and ghostface mask. he had a plan he was ready for his next victims.

troy ended up showing up to the party because the police had proven him innocent. his fingerprints didnt match the ones that were on the evidence.

troy walked into the party, looking around nervously. the atmosphere was tense—people whispered and pointed, clearly not expecting him to show up. y/n's eyes widened when she saw him, and she quickly moved towards him.

"troy, what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"they cleared me." troy said, his voice shaky. "i didn't do it, y/n."he said.

before y/n could respond, carrington appeared, his eyes narrowing at the sight of troy. "what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice cold.

troy looked at carrington, suspicion in his eyes. "i came to clear my name. i know you think i did it, but i didn't." he said.

carrington smirked, his eyes glinting with malice. "we'll see about that.” he said chuckling.

carrington snuck off as the party was going on, putting on the cloak and ghostface mask. he had a plan; he was ready for his next victims.

first, he found tara in the garage, grabbing some drinks for the party. she turned around, her eyes widening as she saw the figure in the ghostface mask.she went to run but it was too late.

without a word, carrington lunged at her, his knife gleaming in the dim light. tara tried to scream, but he silenced her quickly, his blade cutting through the air with deadly precision. she fell to the ground, the life fading from her eyes as carrington stood over her satisfied with what he had just done.

carrington didnt like tara ever. he always thought she was a fake friend to her. he was killing anyone who was in his way and everyone who wasnt the best to his girl.

next, carrington moved through the house, targeting random people who had come to the party. he moved with terrifying efficiency, each kill quick and brutal. the partygoers screamed and fled, the festive atmosphere turning into a scene of horror.

chase tried to stop him, but carrington knocked him out with a swift, brutal blow to the head. he continued his rampage, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction.

finally, carrington found troy, who had been searching for y/n. he grabbed troy, dragging him into the living room where y/n stood her eyes wide with fear and confusion. carrington held troy in front of him, his knife pressed to troy's throat.

“please dont kill him!” she screamed trying to grab troy out of the masked figures arms. she felt a surge of desperation, her mind racing with thoughts of how to save troy. but her attempts were futile, as the masked figure's grip was too strong, and the blade pressed against troy's throat was unwavering.

with a swift, brutal motion, carrington slit troy's throat the blood spraying across the room. troy fell to the ground, his eyes wide with shock and pain as he bled out.

carrington stepped over troys body, moving towards y/n. he pulled off the ghostface mask, revealing his face, twisted with a dark satisfaction. "do you see now, y/n?" he said, his voice low and intense. "i did this for you. all of it, for you."he said.

she felt a strange thrill run through her, a mix of fear and excitement. "you did this for me?" she whispered, her voice trembling as she looked into his eyes. the realization that he had gone to such lengths for her made her heart race and her arousel starting to grow wetter.

“id do anything for you baby.” he said in a husky tone as he looked at her in the eyes.

anyone else would run away and try to hide from a killer but for some reason y/n was oddly attracted to carrington and the fact he did all of this for her. it unleashed a spark that she never knew she had.

the fact that he was doing this all for her to have her to himself made her want to fuck him right then and there.

“you wanna play pyscho killer” she looked at him.

he nodded as he pulled her closer to him.

“can i be the helpless victim?” she giggled.

“you can baby.” he said.

“please dont kill me mr ghostface i wanna be in the sequel.” she looked at him.

he smirked as he grazed the knife carefully against her chest. “i would never kill you baby. i only kill for you.” he said in a raspy tone.

he pushed her against the wall, his breath hot against her neck. "i've wanted you for so long." he whispered, his hands roaming over her body. she responded eagerly, her fingers tugging at his clothes, desperate to feel his skin against hers.

“carrington.” she moaned, her voice barely a whisper as he kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. the thrill of danger only heightened her desire, and she could feel herself getting wetter with every touch.

as he pulled away from her neck she looked at him. “fuck me with your mask on please.” she said as she held it in her hand.

with no hesatation he led her up to his room. their lips locked in a heated kiss as soon as they got into his room.he pushed her onto the bed tearing at her fishnets off with a desperate urgency. she arched her back, moaning as he kissed down her neck, his hands exploring every inch of her body.

he pulled away from the kiss sliding her dress off of her as she was taking the cloak off of him. she slid off his shirt and started messing with the buckle on his pants.

he stripped himself out of his pants then stripped her out of her bra and panties. he got inbetween her legs hovering over her as he kissed her while running his dick up and down her slick folds.

she whimpered into his mouth as he pushed himself into her gripping her hip with one hand as the other ran his knife up and down her thigh carefully.

he pulled away from the kiss starting to pound into her as he took the knife placing it against her throat making sure to be careful with it.

he slapped her across the cheek as he looked at her hungrily. “open your fucking mouth.” he demanded.

she did as he told her to sticking her tounge out as he spit directly into her mouth swallowing it.

“yeah you wanna be my helpless little victim baby?” he asked her.

all she could do was moan in response already too dumb to form a proper sentence. “y-yes”she moaned out.

he reached over grabbing the ghostface mask putting it on as he continued pounding into her as he had her eyes rolling.

she felt herself clenching around him as her orgasm was starting to grow closer and closer. “g-gonna cum daddy!” she moaned.

he smirked as he reached down rubbing her clit. “cum all over my dick baby.” he said.

with that she felt herself cumming on him coating his cock with her cum as she moaned out his name repeatedly.

he pulled out and grabbed her putting her on all fours and pushing himself back into her causing her to scream out.

she gripped onto the sheets letting out a loud string of moans as he pounded into her while gripping her hips so hard it will leave bruises.

he felt himself starting to get close to his orgasm as he was pounding her. he leaned down against her whispering into her ear. “my fucking girl. if anyone else ever tries getting with you i will kill them.”

“im all yours.”she moaned out getting close to her second orgasm.

“im gonna cum baby.” he moaned.

“cum for me daddy.” she moaned.

and with that he shot his load deep inside of her as she came around his dick again.

he slowly pulled out as he watched the mixture of their cum ooze out. he pushed it back inside of her as he grabbed the mask taking it off and laying down.

he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms kissing her forehead as he rubbed on her body.

"you wont snitch on me?"he asked her.

"no you killed4me." she said.

[reidmania]

The lack of fics for Derek is criminal. I lovedddd unprofessional !!!

MIDNIGHT SNACK | derek morgan

summary; Derek can’t forget the pretty bartender he met while working a case and comes back to ask her out!

warnings; drinking, mentions of kidnapping and murder, (about a case) normal cm stuff, flirting, their banter is adorable, bartender!reader, references bar owner reader as well… Fem!reader

an; this was so fun to write, also spencer in the ‘id rather take my whiskey neatttttt’ trend had me on my knees so i referenced it in him ordering a whiskey neat LMAO

The room was lit by ambiance lighting, warm tones but not too bright, keeping the atmosphere warm and light hearted without being overwhelming. The bar was busy but not to the point of a rush.

It was nice.

You stood behind the bar, shaking up a cocktail for a customer humming the lyrics to the song playing over the speaker quietly, just loud enough for subtle background noise without being overbearing in anyway.

You poured the drink handing it to the customer who thanked you before turning away. You slid slightly over looking up to serve whoever was next.

Two men stood there, you smiled widely as you retired your hair. “What can I get you?” You asked looking between them, your voice was just loud enough to hear over the music.

Your eyes lingered on one male a moment longer than the other. You waited for their reply but instead of being met with drink requests, they both pulled out badges.

“Im agent dr Reid.” The first said, he looked a little nerdy and had glasses perched up on his nose as he seemed slightly overwhelmed by the atmosphere. “Im Derek Morgan.” The other said, offering you a hand.

You smiled as you reached over to shake his hand — despite the heavy confusion. “Is that just Derek Morgan or Agent?” You asked, squinting your eyes slightly — you didn’t mean for it to come off as flirty as it sounded.

Derek chuckled, “I am an Agent but you can call me whatever you want.” He mirrored your tone making your cheeks flush slightly.

You shook your head, looking between them. “What do I owe the pleasure of the FBI?” You asked. You were almost certain you hadn’t done anything illegal.

“The pleasure is ou-“ Derek was cut off by Spencer nudging him with his elbow. “We are here about someone who presumably came in three days ago, do you recognise this guy?” Spencer asked, pulling out a photo.

You looked down at it with furrowed eyebrows before your eyes widened. “Oh yeah he ordered like twenty shots, had to get him kicked out cause a girl came up saying he was creeping her out. We don’t tolerate creepy men here” You rambled slightly.

“Do you remember what the girl looked like?” Derek asked, looking over at Spencer for a moment. You nodded your head as you recalled the memory from a few days ago clear as day.

“Yeah she was stunning, long dark hair, beautiful blue eyes,. She was probably around my height I think — why? Is she okay?” You asked, slightly panicked.

“Shes missing and we think this is our guy.” Derek explained, your lips parted in shock as your eyes widened. “Oh my gosh” Fell quietly from your lips.

“Do you have cameras in here?” Spencer asked, you were quick to nod your head. “Yeah we have them everywhere — hold on” You called over you coworker to take over the bar before leading them into the back room to go over the camera footage.

“Thanks for this” Derek smiled at you as Spencer sat down in the chair, going back a few days. You didn’t bother questioning how or why he knew exactly how to do so.

“She left with a group of her friends, I thought everything was okay. She wasn’t very drunk at all..” You recalled, feeling a tad bit of guilt wandering through your blood stream.

“It’s alright. We think he was waiting for her. Its not on you, you did exactly what you were supposed to do” Derek said as Spencer paused on a clip.

“Can I get you guys anything while you work? A drink or something — its on the house” You offered.

Derek smiled, “How good at you at making drinks?” He asked, tilting his head.

You felt your cheeks flush, feeling burning hot under his fixated gaze on your face. “Im the best there is” You may of hyped yourself up a little but you were pretty good.

“Ill take a whiskey neat” Spencer said, looking over his shoulder at you. “Please” He added.

“One whiskey neat, and you?” You asked, looking at Derek. He grinned at you. You tried not to let the nerves of having FBI agents going through all your camera footage scare you to the point of insanity but it was a little difficult.

“Make me your favourite.” Derek said. You laughed as you thought about it, shaking your head. “I don’t know if you’ll like it” You said, knowing it was a more fruity drink and he didn’t look like the type of guy who would drink it.

“Im sure Ill like anything you make” He threw in a wink that only made your cheeks redden. “Alright, a whiskey neat, and a my favourite.” You pointed between them as you listened their drinks.

“Thank you” Spencer called from where he was sitting, gaze fixated on the clip.

“Thanks beautiful” Derek smiled, you smiled back before turning on your heels to go make them their drinks.

A week passed and you hadn’t been able to get the silly little FBI agent out of your mind. He was super appreciative of the drink and made a few flirty comments here and there before you returned to work while they watched through the footage, before long they were leaving, and he was waving goodbye.

You were closing, the only person left in the bar since you had sent the rest of the workers home early — it wasn’t busy and it wasn’t overly messy, nothing you couldn’t handle yourself.

You were putting bottles of alcohol away when the door let out in chim, making you turn around. “We’re closed!!” You called before your eyes landed on the man leaning opposite you on the bar. “Oh hi!” You smiled.

He smiled back. “Hi. Sorry to come in late, just finished up” He said, fingertip grazing back and fourth over the edge of the bar table.

“Its okay, How is she? Is she alright?” You asked, the case hadn’t left your mind since you heard about it. “Can I get you something?” You offered.

He nodded, “Shes safe, he is locked up.” He recalled the case for you. “And yeah, a whatever you made me last time please gorgeous” He asked.

You nodded your head — almost shocked you found yourself giving him drinks after you most definitely were closed, the till was already closed but you decided you would pay it back in the morning.

You poured his drink, before sliding it over to him. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this all week, best drink Ive had in — forever” Derek said as he took a sip.

You smiled, “Its just a stawberry margarita.” You laughed gently, shaking your head as you began re-cleaning up.

“The drink isnt the only thing I havent been able to stop thinking about” He muttered, his heavy gaze fixated on you. You chewed at your lip.

There was something so.. special about this moment. It made its way into your stomach through your chest leaving a mark.

“Really?” You asked, trying to maintain the half flirt in your voice but it only wavered slightly. You tilted your head slightly as your eyes trailed over his features — you knew he was pretty before but something about the way he was looking at you under the tinted lighting of the bar sitting there in a fbi jacket he looked — too— pretty, to the point in was making your heart hurt as its beating grew rough against your ribcage.

“Really.” He confirmed, mirroring the tilt of your head as his eyes studied your own features, noticing every curve of your lip, nose, the way your eyes squinted, the smile lines that adorned your cheeks in a way he found so lovely — because it meant you smiled a lot, and he adored the idea of that. He cleared his throat, “Theres also this really pretty bartender, I just haven’t been able to stop thinking about” He sighed out dramatically.

Your cheeks flushed, “Oh I’m sure that would be very difficult for you” You say with faux empathy, a smile dragged your lips upwards. He smiled back. “I knew you would understand” He muttered shaking his head with false sadness.

You chuckled softly, as your hands continued working to clean up the bar for the night. You were glad you had made the decision to send the other workers home knowing they would probably be standing in the corner gossiping about this very interaction you were having.

Derek bit his lip, “So anyways.. I just couldn’t stand it anymore, she is a very distracting thought — just so you know” He continued on talking about who you were 99% sure was yourself in third person, the smile on your lips remained as you nodded your head, playing along.

“Oh yeah, Im sure that would be horrible when you are doing all your important FBI business” You hummed, smiling at the way he smiled at you.

“Exactly— So i figured I just had to come back to ask her out” He said, sighing out as if it was a serious issue. Your cheeks rose as your smile widened. You placed the tray of glasses down under the sink, before standing up straight, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well of course — thats obviously the only very logical thing to do” You smiled. You couldn’t remember the last time you had banter with someone like this.

He grinned, pearly white teeth on display and god he had just a pretty smile. “Exactly.” He nodded, “So I was wondering if i could please take you to dinner when you get done, or else im not sure how else to handle this distraction thing you have caused” He sighed out.

You breath caught in your throat briefly at his question, he was asking you out. The sexy FBI agent was sitting across from you, after you worked 11 hours and probably looked and mess and was asking you out. “Its 11pm” You muttered as you looked at the clock on the wall behind. It wasn’t rejection in any form — as if you would reject him. “That is a late dinner” You raised your eyebrow slightly.

He shrugged his shoulders softly, “Okay then, How about I take you to a fancy place for a midnight snack” He winked, changing his idea in order to convince you, not that you needed much convincing in any way.

You hummed endearingly, “What fancy places are open at midnight?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest as you lean against the opposite side of the bar. You knew in the end you were going to say yes, you just wanted to drag it out a little tiny bit more, keep him on his toes.

“Many, theres two open right now down the road. I checked earlier.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as he openly admitted how much he wanted this, he had googled places that would be open late before even asking you.

You grinned widely, “Okay. Ill go out with you”

[world0fmadness]

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> kmfuckmeyn: her eyes in the first picture… mph

maxverstappen ✔️: amazing show!

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> iluvf1: max, what are you doing here? 😭

> kmfdmsux: who tf is this?

> ynsteponme: why did mother like his comment? she only usually likes sascha’s comments…

> kmfuckmeyn: someone hit this man with a broom until he leaves, i don’t like the look of him

> ynloveme: relax you guys omg 😭

saschakonietzko ✔️: yah… i’m sure you gave a very special thank you to that one very special person who was there ;)

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> ynln ✔️: you know it <3

> steponmeyn: sascha… who? where? when? why?

kmfdmsux: such an amazing show! can’t wait to see you guys live again someday 🖤

ynln: taking a short break from touring! loving the stray cats in monaco <3

steponmeyn: and the whole ass man? whooo?

loveuyn: who is that? is it trent?

> steponmeyn: we need to be rid of this trend x yn ship, he is literally married

kmfuckmeyn: can anyone identify the hands and legs?

> kmfdmsux: literally, we need to put a hit out on whoever that is!

> ynloveme: we’re never beating the possessive fan base allegations…

saschakonietzko ✔️: ah… wonder who that is with you?

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> steponmeyn: sascha FUCKING TELL US 😭

maxverstappen and ynln: soon to be mr and mrs verstappen 🖤

loveuyn: oh he came to set the record straight 😭

> steponmeyn: LITERALLY, MY GIRL! NO ONE ELSES

oldf1lvr: IM SORRY WHAT?

danielricciardo ✔️: congratulations mate! knew it wouldn’t be long before you put a ring on her finger

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> maxverstappen ✔️: thanks mate, for everything!

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maxontop: i don’t know who she is but i’m moving this side of max she’s bringing out 🫢

> f1forlife: no but literally! he seems so confident in these pictures…

lovememax: these pictures just altered my brain chemistry… i want them both

charlesleclerc ✔️: you’ll be wearing redbull gear to the wedding i presume?

> ynln ✔️: absolutely not

> maxverstappen ✔️: you heard the lady! no redbull at the wedding

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> redbullracing ✔️: 😔

lovemyf1dilfs: who is this? they’re hot…

> steponmeyn: kmfdm fans 🤝 f1 not knowing who tf the other is dating despite both being famous because these fandoms are so different

steponmeyn: max, what’s your favourite kmfdm song?

> maxverstappen ✔️: murder my heart!

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maxverstrapon: do i need to go back to sleep? this can’t be real right? he didn’t just announce that he’s engaged when no one even knew he was in a relationship?

> iluvf1: well, the other drivers knew…

maxverlvr: omg… this explains why he’s seemed so much happier the past few years…

lewishammy: max… i’d like to apologise, i wasn’t familiar with your game…

landontop: why do these white bread men get the baddest bitches 💔

kmfdmsux: oh that ring is so cute… i still don’t know if he’s good enough for mother but at least it’s cute

> steponmeyn: right? i’m glad he actually knows her personality so well 🥹

saschakonietzko ✔️: can’t believe you’ve actually gotten yourself tied into a knot! congratulations yn and max

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> maxvertappen ✔️: thanks sascha!

> ynln ✔️: thank you sasch 🖤

kmfuckmeyn: we lost her to a m*n who drives in circles lol what the fuck

> ynontop: hope he dies ( not really )

> loveuyn: we’re never beating the obsessed with yn allegations…

> maxverlvr: you mf’s are crazy holy shit 😭

maxverstappen and ynln: officially mr and mrs verstappen ln!

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charlesleclerc ✔️: best cake i’ve ever had

> maxverstappen ✔️: that’s all you have to say?

> charlesleclerc ✔️: oh right! congratulations max and yn

> maxverstappen ✔️: 🙄

iluvf1: max having a more gothic wedding instead of a traditional all white church one 😭 we love to see it

danielricciardo ✔️: congratulations mate! beautiful ceremony

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> maxverstappen ✔️: thanks mate ❤️

steponmeyn: okay… whatever… maybe they’re a little hot together, but only because yn seems to be really bringing out his personality

sebastianvettel ✔️: congratulations max and yn! very nice wedding setting - sebastian

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> maxverstappen ✔️: thank you sebastian!

> oldf1lvr: of course the bug loving dilf would like the wedding in the woods lmao 😭

saschakonietzko ✔️: congratulations you two! great wedding

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> ynln ✔️: yeah… you only drank yourself to a point of wanting to make out with all of max’s friends <3

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> saschakonietzko ✔️: ;)

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kids deserve good music

[spahhzy]

*knock knock*

Weiss opened the door to her home to see her sister standing before her.

Weiss: Hello Winter to what do I owe this pleasant surprise!

Winter walked into the home of her sister feeling a slight chill nip at her skin but didn't pay heed.

Winter: I just came to check in on you... you know with what has all happened...

Weiss: ...have you found out who did it yet?

Winter: No, Weiss, but I can assure you whoever stole their bodies will be handled with the highest accordance of the law.

Weiss gave a sniffle and hugged her sister tightly.

After a much lengthy talk, it was time for Winter to leave.

Winter: Do give a call to me sometime, dear sister, mother and brother ask about you a lot.

Weiss: Tell them not to worry so much, they have a company to run after all, no need to worry about me.

Winter: ...heh, it looks like he rubbed off on you after all.

Weiss: Hmm, I guess so.

Waving goodbye, Winter walked away, and a limousine awaited her, Weiss waved as her sister got into the limousine, closing the door her Winters limo vanished over the horizon.

*slam*

Dead blue eyes stared out the window before the curtains were drawn. Covering the whole room in darkness.

Weiss Schnee Arc breathed to herself as she walked calmly to a door marked 'Cellar' each corner of the door, having bits of frost on them as she opened it and blast of cold hit her face as the sight that greeted her was a staircase and darkness.

Pulling out a small piece of crystallized fire dust, she descended the stairs case.

-

'So where should we go for our honeymoon Mrs. Schnee-Arc'

'Jaune... you're going to be a father!'

'IM GOING TO BE a DAD!'

'BRING ME MORE OF THOSE DELICIOUS PANCAKES!

'Right away, sweet heart!'

'ARGHHHH JAUNE SCHNEE ARC IM GOING TO MURDER YOU!

'Look Weiss...look at what you brought forth to world'

'Elsa...our little Elsa...mommy loves you'

'Momma Poppa, look!'

'Very good, sweetie! Weiss look! it's you and me!'

'Such a good artist she is, aren't you, my little Elsa'

'I'm gonna paint mommy a winter wonderland!

'First day of school! Oh, I'm such a proud father!'

'Stop being so dramatic beloved, you must set a good example for our daughter classmates!'

'Momma Poppa, look, I got an A!'

'Momma and Daddy are so proud of you!'

'Hunny, I'm off to pick up little Elsa'

'Be safe! Storm is bad outside! Love you!

'Love you too!'

'The number you have dialed is not available-please leave a message after the beep'

' Ma'am I regret to inform you that due to the low visibility from the weather a pickup, tboned a car...they were pronounced dead at the scene Miss Schnee we need you to identify the bodies'

'Weiss...are you sure you want to transfer over the company to me and your brother?'

'In breaking news story...the deceased bodies of Jaune Schnee Arc and Elsa Schnee Arc were dug up and stolen from their graves...this comes two weeks after a fatal accident killed the father and daughter, the wife and mother refused to comment'

-

Feeling the temperature drop rapidly as she descended the stairs, Weiss finally came to a lone door in the darkness. Ice covering the whole door as she reaches out and grabs hold of the handle. The touch stinging a bit from the extreme cold, but it didn't bother her... not much did anymore.

With a slight grunt, she pushed open the door.

Their frozen in two chunks of ice were the dead bodies of her husband and daughter.

Weiss: I'm sorry I kept you two waiting... Winter had stopped by she seemed very well!

Only silence came from the two frozen statues.

Weiss: What about the company? I could care less for the company... when all I care for is right here in this room!

She walked to the two frozen corpses and before embracing them.

Weiss: Soon my dears...very soon we can be together forever.

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

I KINDA HAD THE SAME IDEA with the low honor high honor thing! Im currently figuring exactly in what way the story would change [granted it does involve one of my ocs so maybe a lot more than it should] but its fun to think in what way Micah would be 'better' or more loyal to the gang

I feel like he'd still pick fights in camp, but like in a way older siblings would. Its more teasing/bullying and shit instead of straight up slurs. Idk, might just be me NNXJXJC

I also think he wouldn't go out of his way to help someone if they asked him to, but he'd watch them continue to struggle with mayne like a gun to the point where he like has to get up and be like 'OKAY you are so pathetically shit at this - im going to show you how to do this and we're not taking a break until you shoot 3 targets in a row' or something

I dont think he'd willingly be vulnerable anytime soon based on his upbringing and shit, but iiii like to think it happens sometimes accidentally idk JXJXJC

Weep weep weep this is making me wanna explore what RDR2 would be like if Micah was a marginally better person (mainly what id he never ratted).

i am glad we have converging ideas when it comes to high honor micah! I’ve talked with mutuals before on wtf micah could do that could be considered high honor, and we came up with little. One idea i suggested is that he accidentally saved people)s lives through his own selfishness (ex: saves someone from rabid dog because “if i didnt kill it, it would have gone for me next.”)

Micah's high honor is selfish in a unique way compared to low honor. Instead of focusing on himself and his survival, it more becomes a common goal to keep the gang as a whole surviving. He is no hunter, but he can bring in money and be a daaaaaamn good shot. Guard duties are often reserved for Lenny and Sean and Charles and whoever else is free. Micah *can* go on guard duty but keeps himself out of that tiresome job by being out of camp and bringing in money. “Sorry, can’t got on guard duty, I just got back from a stage coach robbery and I want to enjoy my well deserved relaxation.”

he is still a snarky sounding piece of shit, but like you said, he is less of a full on hateful man. He is still a sly, observing snake and studies the flaws of his gang mates, but he keeps his fangs sheethed. The idea with the snake animal for high honor is that Micah is still as lethal and capable of assholery as he is in bad honor, he is just deciding to not. He holds his venom to be inflicted on those who the gang need (or want) dead. He also leans into the snake vibes by being a slimy slithering manipulator. He isn’t a charmer, but he has a skill for talking people long enough to get plans into action (or to just backstab the enemy).

i feel like Morgan would still dislike Micah for being a man with bad vibes. Morgan is also just a hater sometimes (look at how he perceives Kieran). Micah still murders and has bad plans like Blackwater so it’s not like Arthur has *no* reason to distrust Micah.

i imagine high honor micah makes an effort on occasion to be involved in camp socializing, Sean and Jack’s return for example. He mainly drinks and flirts with the girls and boys at the event.

and because i like the red vs blue honor color association of the game, Micah’s design would be a little different, making the blue in his design a little more present. A neckerchief is an example of blue, but i am sure more blue could be worked into his design somewhere. Idea is that the ratio of red to blue in character’s designs can allude to how honorable they are (though it is not a 1:1 visualization). I imagine Micah would be 1:3 blue to red. Maayyybe. One quarter an okay man, three quarters a pretty sleazy man.

micah is still deeply troubled soooo no sweetie pie vulnerability for him! At most he tries to flirt (like asking Mary-Beth to dance) and the people are 1-2% more polite about turning him down when he’s high honor. He’s still all alone and his prickly exterior deeps people at arms length from him. He is both deeply dependent on attaching himself to a gang/someone to follow (my hc), but he also aspires to be independent and run his own gang. I suppose in high honor, he hopes to earnestly stick with the VDL gang and rise in the ranks by impressing Dutch (because Dutch is kind of an easy man to impress when you bootlick).

[lvrsturniolo]

-ghostface!matt hcs-

warnings: stalking, smut if you squint towards the last few, murder, lmk if I forgot any!!

-SFW-

Ghostface!Matt

who… stalks you for months before even speaking to you, he saw you for the first time in class and had to know more about you.

Ghostface!Matt

who… knew you were the smartest in the class, so he played dumb until the teacher asked you to tutor him.

Ghostface!Matt

who… suggested tutoring at your house, so he could scope out the place; find your room, and your bathroom.

Ghostface!Matt

who… unlocked your bedroom window when you went to the bathroom, just incase. he also put a small camera on top of your bookshelf, small enough you’d never see.

Ghostface!Matt

who… watched you for hours. he’d watch you read, watch you sleep, watch you eat, and so much more.

Ghostface!Matt

who… actually became close friends with you. you’d even started to develop a crush on him. his plan was working perfectly.

Ghostface!Matt

who… didn’t ever think it would go so far as to him killing for you, but it seems that he just had. a few days after your newly ex best friend dropped you for no reason, leaving you sad and lonely enough to run to Matt about her, she was found dead; her throat slit and her tongue torn from her mouth. guess her years of horrible words to you, finally caught up to her.

-NSFW-

Ghostface!Matt

who… slipped a pair of panties from your drawer while you were in the bathroom, he just couldn’t help himself.

Ghostface!Matt

who… wraps those panties around his cock at night, watching you touch yourself from the camera in your room, pretending it was him causing you to make those pretty little sounds.

HI GUYSSS!!

let me know if you enjoyed this and I’ll make a part two! I didn’t rly know how to go about the nsfw ones so that’s why there’s only a few!! ANYWAYS GHOSTFACE MATT IS JUST SO 😣😣😣 I couldn’t go any longer w out making one of these cus I’ve wanted to for so long.

Also! Creds to whoever came up with Ghostface!Matt idk who it was but I promise im not trying to steal ur idea!

love you guys!!

[creedslove]

hiii CAN YOU PLEASE MAKE A COCKWARMING HEADCANON WITH DAVE??? OMGGG OR JAVI, well I dont think javi would be patient enough hahah but I really dave and OMG PIKE WOULD LOVE IT😭😭😭😭 I didnt even know I had that kink just for my Pedro boys only ofc🥺 ily your series qnd your personality, im glad I follow you really, te amooo

Dave York x f!reader

A/N: omg bestie I love all the options really, but I had to go with Dave, our murder daddy just hits different, doesn't he? He is the one who needs some special loving, ❤️👁️🫦👁️

• you knew Dave well enough to figure out when a mission had been a success or when it hadn't gone well. Technically, all his missions were a success when he came home alive and you were very much thankful for that, but still, sometimes he found problems in the way, such as collateral damage or if he simply got hurt

• Dave tried his best not to bring work home, he knew it wasn't healthy, he liked his home a lighthearted place, full of love and good feelings and not a dead body count over his shoulders, but still there were days he was darker than usual, silent and keeping so much to himself and that was exactly when you knew you had to act

"hey darling"

• you'd approach him quietly, seeing Dave relaxing in the armchair, suit still on, tie hanging loose over his neck and a few unbuttoned places on his shirt, knowing it would catch his attention immediately: Dave was a traditional man, he liked his woman smelling good for him, wearing cute slutty outfits at home, hair looking good and it wouldn't hurt to have some lipstick occasionally

"hey baby girl, I missed you"

• your tired Dave would purr at the same time he would extend his arm towards you and pull you closer to him, already knowing exactly what he wanted and needed, he loved how damn sexy and beautiful you were for him, he constantly thought of how undeserving he was of you, but screw it: he'd learned to be selfish so he was keeping you all for himself

• as you'd come closer and straddle him, you finally saw the bruise on his face and that made your blood boil under your skin: your Dave was so handsome, how dare whoever the asshole who caused that bruise to do that? It was so unfair, but you calmed down, feeling your man's warmth and breathing underneath you, he was alive, which meant whoever was responsible for bruising him was now not only dead but probably beyond recognition

• it shouldn't bother you, but it didn't, life wasn't fair at all, and if you were blessed enough to have Dave, then it was other people's loss anyway

• you lifted the hem of your dress as you sat on his lap; panties were not needed at that moment, only your intimacy and hunger for each other, so you felt strong, gripping hands around your waist at the same time he pulled you for a kiss, a heated on, and in less than you could think of, you were both already making out as teenagers, undressing, squeezing, kissing, nibbling and touching

• Dave's thick fingers went to your sensitive core, spreading your lips apart gently, digits searching for your sweetness as he made sure you were ready, soon enough, he lifted you up and helped you take him entire inside of you

• and so you stayed there, his cock twitching patiently inside of your warm, slippery cunt, while you rested your foreheads together, exchanging kisses, words, and promises, there was no rush in the world, it was the closest he'd ever been to a human being, and it happened to you, because there was no one he would love more than yourself

• eventually, you two would begin moving again, until you found the bliss in each other's arms and body, Dave loved you more than anything in the world, for the most part of his life, he was seen as a monster, but he was no monster to you

• to you, his baby girl, he was just your Dave, the love of your life and your sweet, sweet hitman 💕

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[retrospacejelly]

A Western Vendetta

Pairing: Ex-outlaw!Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary: A look into Miguel’s past, and why he was given the title, El ángel vengador.

Warnings: Angst, Guns, Mentions of the devil’s tango, typical cowboy things, language, death/murder, gore, alcohol

BEFORE YOU READ: This chapter is very dark! It is a huge contrast from the last two chapters so please read with caution!

Part: 2 ½ /?

Part: 1, 2, 2 ½ , 3

Not proofread

A/N: I had this idea brewing for a while, and character AI helped push the plot!  (Thank you Monstera for letting me expand on the plot!)

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Red. Red was all he could see.

“Mamá…? Papá…?”

A young Miguel, only eighteen, had just finished work for some extended family in another town. He was delighted to be back home. 

“Mamá, Papá?!”

He runs through the house, stopping suddenly at the sight before him.

In front of his eyes, the bodies of his parents lay lifeless on the parlor floor. The stench of iron flooded his nose, and his stomach churned. He looked around. Except for a tossed chair, nothing seemed to be out of place.

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Miguel stuck the shovel into the cold dirt, makeshift headstones staring back at him. Reciting a quiet prayer, he turns to make his way back into the house. 

He had walked throughout the house, looking for anything of value that might be missing. 

Nothing.

Money that was kept in his father’s nightstand and safe was untouched. His mother’s jewelry was still organized in her cedar jewelry box; an anniversary gift from his father. 

When he opened her jewelry box, he took her beaded rosary and a copper ring. He smiled sadly at the copper ring. Shoving them into his vest pocket along with some money, he made his way to the parlor.

Whoever had done this was going to pay. Whoever had done this would meet the wrath of Miguel O’Hara. 

Miguel snatched his father’s trusty pistol from its spot on the mantlepiece. As he made his way to the front door, he slipped on his cowboy hat and set off for the town. 

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He first made his way to the saloon, its bright and cheery atmosphere a stark contrast from himself. He quietly made his way to the bar, ordering a whiskey. 

He needed to come up with some sort of plan. He couldn’t just go around asking people if they’d seen any suspicious folk. He didn’t even know who he was looking for.

His thoughts were cut short by the sound of loud, boisterous laughter. Moving his head to the side, he noticed two seemingly drunk men four seats down from him. He shook his head, annoyed.

“...Yea, that bitch squealed like a damn pig, I tell ya! Had it comin’ too.”

Miguel’s attention was piqued.

“Don’t ya…don’t ya think killin’ ‘er was a bit much, though, Butch?” his friend asked.

The man named Butch scowled at his friend. “Hell nah! She made a damn fool ‘outta me when she turned me down at the market. I’m fuckin’,” he hiccups, “Fuckin’ Butch Wyatt. And no one makes a fool ‘outta me!”

Butch slams his glass down. “Planned on jus’ killin’ ‘er and leavin’ the body for ‘er husband to see. But that Bottom-Feeder came home early. Had to kill ‘im too.”

His friend tries to calm Butch down, not wanting to cause a bigger scene. But Miguel had heard. Oh, he heard well. He had to set his now empty glass down so as to not shatter it with his hand.

He watched as they made their way out of the saloon, swaying drunkenly out the doors. They wouldn’t make it far. 

After a couple of minutes, he stood from his seat, placing some coins down by his glass. Nobody seemed to notice as he made his exit.

The street was silent save for the drunken laughter of the two men and Miguel’s heavy footfalls following behind them. 

He watches as they turn into an alleyway, and speeds up his pace. His blood starts to pump faster as he closes in on the two. He slips the gun from its holster and calls out to them. 

“Hey, Bastardos.”

They turn around, their eyes slowly trailing up to his own.

“Whatdya jus’ call me…?” Butch blurts out, reaching for his gun. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Senor,” Miguel answers, his dead eyes trained on Butch. Butch’s friend tugs his arm, a look of dread on his face. “C’mon, now Butch, you don’t know who he is?” he asks.

Butch looks over to his friend. “Am I supposed to know who he is, Casey?”. Casey leans in. “That’s Miguel O’Hara, I’ve seen ‘im doin’ work around town…”.

Butch lets out a laugh. “O’Hara?! Yer’ the bitch’s son?! What? Come ‘ere to seek revenge, boy? It’s two against one, ya know.”

Miguel doesn’t respond.

“Yer’ mother was a fuckin’ whore. When I pointed that gun at ‘er, boy was she-”

“Squealin’ like a pig. Yea, I got that.” 

The sound of a gunshot rings throughout the alley, Butch’s body slumping to the ground. And before he knows it, he aims at Casey and shoots.

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The sun had risen just above the hills, and roosters crowed from their perches. 

The Mayor’s wife was taking her usual morning walk with her mutt, Captain, humming happily to herself. She always awoke before the town to get a peaceful walk in.

She sees something hanging from the square’s stone statue (the statue being her husband of course). The sun blinds her vision of the statue as she squints to get a better look.

She walks closer, bringing her hand to her forehead to shield her eyes from the sun.

And then.

“AAAAAAAH!”

Her shrill scream alerts the homes nearby. She drops Captain’s leash as she covers her mouth, sobs racking her body.

Joshua, the storekeeper’s son is the first to stand by the wife’s side. When he looks at the statue, he retches. 

As more and more townsfolk gather in the square all hell breaks loose. Shouts of fear and surprise fill the air but are soon quieted down as the Mayor makes his way through the crowd.

Looking up, he gasps, horrified.

There, hanging from the Statue’s arm were the mangled corpses of Butch Wyatt and Casey Brown. 

And as Miguel stands at the top of a hill overlooking the town, mounted on a stolen horse, he can’t help but smirk as one of the residents shouts, “El ángel vengador!”

From that day forward, Miguel O'Hara would venture from town to town seeking retribution on other outlaws. Word spread fast of an Avenging Angel making its way throughout the West.

Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for the people of Miguel’s hometown to figure out just who this Avenging Angel was. Word of El ángel vengador’s identity spread even faster and soon wanted posters of Miguel O’Hara were posted on every surface throughout every town.

Some argued that  El ángel vengador was helping towns that were being terrorized by outlaws while others argued that vigilantes had no place to go around killing people. 

As the years passed, Miguel made a realization that killing outlaws wouldn’t bring his parents back and would only make the reward for his head higher. 

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As he sat on the small bed in Y/N’s guest room, fiddling with his mother’s rosary, he thought to himself.

It had been a decade since the end of his murders, and five years more since the death of his parents. Even after all these years, he is still considered a wanted man, although the hunt for him has simmered drastically.

He couldn’t help as a tear escaped his eye, bringing the rosary up to his lips. 

Tomorrow would mark the anniversary of his parents' deaths.

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This was a dark segment! A huge contrast from the previous chapter, I know. There might be some confusion, so here’s some clarification on age:

Miguel is around 33 when he meets Y/N. His parents were murdered 15 years ago, but he quit his murders 10 years ago.

Y/N is around 26. Her ex-husband cheated on her when they were both 21. 

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[taintedtort]

you said its hard coming up with new prompts so maybe you can write this one?? reader was hurt by someone and they try finding protection in arms of (character) ?nothing a good sweet cuddles and a good lesson from your loved one to this meanies cant help, right? its may be romantic or friendship too!thank you and its fine if you dont want to just wanted to try. have a nice day!

prompt ✧ them comforting you

characters ✧ scaramouche, kazuha, xiao, venti

warnings ✧ gn!reader, hurt/comfort, modern!au ish in scaras

a/n ✧ yes thank you! i decided to do little drabbles cus they’re way easier for me, hope you like ??

WANDERER

✧ when you showed up at his doorsteps in tears, he instantly pulled you inside and started rapid fire questioning you. when you could barely get a word out from your sharp breathing, he just pulled you further into the house. he didn’t really know what to do, he’s not a comfort person, but he felt like he had to try since you obviously felt comfortable enough to let him see you this vulnerable. he sat you at his kitchen table and brought out a snack for you and some water, and then sat next to you and waited for you to speak— if you wanted to. when his presence alone finally calmed your crying, you told him what happened. he let you speak and didn’t interrupt, he even held your hand while you starting tearing up again at the memory. obviously offered to go murder whoever had made you this way, but didn’t let his anger seep out too much when you denied him with wide eyes. after you told him everything, he didn’t bring it up again, he just tried to distract you. ended up watching your favorite show and halfheartedly complained the entire time.

"im right here, don’t worry."

KAZUHA

✧ you ran into him at the harbor, tears blurring your vision. you hadn’t realized it was him, so you quickly apologized and turned to start running once more. his sharp worried call of your name caused you to whip your head back around. you could tell it was him after a few blinks, but more tears welled up in your eyes. he stepped towards you and engulfed you in a hug, rubbing your back while you cried into his shoulder. he didn’t ask what was wrong, not wanting to make you even more upset, so he just held you and let you soak his shirt. when you eventually told him what happened, he had zero reaction, just nodded and walked with you to your home. he dropped you off and went to get a few things for you when he came back, he wouldn’t tell you how he managed to get bruised knuckles.

"i’ll be right back, wait for me please."

XIAO

✧ he was stunned when you showed up on the balcony of the inn with tears streaming down your cheeks. he made a beeline for you and started wiping your face, asking if you were hurt while examining your body. when you shook your head he relaxed a little, but was still very shocked. you knew if you didn’t tell him what was wrong, he’d be confused, so you had no choice. after explaining what a group of people said to you, he instantly summoned his spear and asked you to describe them. you had to actually pry the weapon out of his hand while repeating that you’re fine now and just want to be with him. a part of you knew he’d eventually figure out who the group was and deal with them, but the other part of you didn’t mind a single bit. he finally agreed to let it go— for now, and stayed on the balcony with you in his arms.

"are you hurt? what happened?"

VENTI

✧ he was very surprised when he showed up to the Windrise tree to see you at the bottom, your knees to your chest. his first instinct was to call out to you, but then he heard your sniffles. were you crying? here? he quickly made his way over and sat down next to you. he softly asked you what was wrong and why you were here of all places. when you told him you couldn’t find him and decided to just come here and hope he showed up, he felt a wave of guilt. instantly wrapped his arms around you and let your head rest on his chest. he assumed he was the reason you were crying and felt horrible, but once you shakily smiled and told him what happened and that you were glad he was finally here, he felt relief. that relief also turned into anger and he swore to the winds he would find those people who hurt you. but for now he‘ll stay with you, and he wasn’t going anywhere for a long while.

"im here for you, and i always will be."

[tiramissyoucake]

Can't Handle Rejection

Hyoma Chigiri X reader, siren X human AU, all characters are 18+, this story follows the logic of sirens luring in people by singing and then killing them to eat, reader and Chigiri’s families are mentioned but no specifications, 1.6k words

CW: Reader almost drowns, Chigiri doesn't know if he wants to kiss or kill reader <3, little proof reading

Notes: I haven’t written in forever akdkskd I’ve been playing lots of the new Zelda lately- kinda overwhelmed with the freedom the game gives but other than that it’s fun, im not super proud of this but here u go Chigiri content

Chigiri had always been one step ahead of his fellow sirens, whereas they had issues attracting people not knowing their preferences, Chigiri was blessed with feminine features and an athletic masculine upper body to fulfill any fantasy.

Regardless of whoever’s preferences, they would be insane not to accept such a beautiful specimen calling them over, until today when he met you.

Your family thrived on fish selling business, so you were no foreigner to sea legends, your parents had told you stories of creatures that roamed the waters like the vicious Kraken, the murderous leviathan, the most memorable one was a warning tale of sailors mistaking hungry sirens for mischievous mermaids and ultimately they became nothing but siren’s dinner.

Your father had been ill for some time now, so it was up to the rest of the family to pitch in and do his work; today was your turn. You had caught a bountiful amount today thanks to your insistence on sailing further out, yet now as the sun was setting and clouds were greying you figured it was time to go home.

The ride home was painstakingly quiet save for the distant warning rumbles of thunder, you enjoyed the silent comfort the water brought however the stories your family told you lingered in the back of your mind causing you to shake your head and reason with yourself: “they’re just stories from faraway, even if they’re real, they can’t possibly exist here”.

For the majority of your trip, it was ambient sea sounds until you heard a certain sound pierce through the crash of waves and rocking of the boat, a tune, carried by a lovely voice that enchanted your body to stop all operations and look for the source. You noticed a man, roughly your age, flowing hair you’d only assume a mythical creature would have as the color was completely uncommon for humans to have.

He was singing, if you hadn’t known any better you’d say he was serenading you, he laid on one of the rocks near a distinct structure of rocks (your family had simply dubbed this ‘the pile’ as a landmark in case someone lost their way) looking absentmindedly into the distance.

You grew concerned, sure his singing was wonderful but what was he doing out here? No person is supposed to be able to swim this far away from shore. A storm was approaching and he seemed all too relaxed at the situation at hand, you mentally debated if he needed any help to get back to shore yet you were too unsettled by how nonchalant he seemed.

Once he’d noticed you, or at least pretended to, he pulled his sweetest smile briefly stopping his singing, he had to hold back any traces of hunger showing on his face as he noticed you drop the oar. One of his hands came out from under the water and stretched towards you, inviting you to take his hand.

‘Easy pickings’ he thought until he noticed your features slowly contort from wonder to realization, to horror. This alarmed him, did you break out of the trance already? That’s not possible, that’s too quick for a human. He was right as he noticed you fumble to grab your oar and propel the boat away from where he was.

Your family warned you, deep down you knew these stories shouldn’t be taken lightly. You never saw any creatures reminiscent of your parents’ tall tales but every fiber of your being told you to stay away from him, no matter how beautiful he looked, no matter how wonderful his singing.

when you turned back after you’d felt a gaze on you, you found the singing man was gone.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

No human has ever rejected Chigiri’s invitation, every time he would lock onto a target they would soon become nothing but bones, so how were you able to see through him so easily?

He thought nothing of it, if he wasn’t able to lure you then surely the storm approaching would take you by surprise and throw you overboard right into his arms, he followed your boat from under the water.

However seeing you work rapidly against the rising storm both irritated him and intrigued him, you refused to give up against the storm, he would’ve respected that had he not seen so many sailors perish to the might of the sea and the rage of the storms easily.

You moved rapidly between tasks, not taking a moment to even think of your next course of action, as if you were a trained sailor. Chigiri would momentarily poke his head out of the water to watch you before sinking back to continue following you, he noticed you closed in on the shore and a sense of angry defeat filled him; how dare his dinner escape his grasp so easily? You should be flattered that he even spared you a glance.

He couldn’t follow you further, he couldn't risk mankind seeing him, he turned away and sunk below the water, his curiosity had finally been satiated with the boredom of watching you. Yet the moment he was far enough he was surrounded by a burst of water pressure against his back.

Turning, he saw your body struggle through water before seeing your convulsing muscles settle in defeat against the current.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

‘This is insane. This is completely and utterly stupid.’ These thoughts kept echoing in his head as he dragged your body through the water onto the shore, laying you down on the sand as he looked over your features.

No one was crazy enough to leave their houses in this weather so he trusted that no one would see him. Looking at your limp body he settled his hand over your chest trying to feel your heart, moving to press the side of his head onto where it would be to listen closely.

…

Ba bump… ba bump… ba bump…

Relief flooded his chest, he grew confused at the feeling, why did he care about you? You turned away from him, you witnessed a beauty such as him and you turned away, he ought to devour you right now! It was only fair given your species ate from the ocean; so he should be allowed to devour you with no regrets.

Chigiri tried to rationalize; he wanted to stick with his predator instincts but for some reason as he slightly parted his lips and leaned down to your throat, baring his sharp teeth to do what he intended to since the moment he saw you, he couldn’t do it.

No matter how much force he used he couldn’t close his jaw around your throat and sink his teeth into your flesh, he wouldn’t allow himself to. He couldn’t kill you without knowing what caused you to turn away, his pride never felt so damaged. Chigiri couldn’t believe himself, wallowing in self-pity because this ugly human turned away from him!

“… no, you’re not ugly...” he mumbled at his cruel thoughts, you weren’t ugly but you sure did have the audacity to deny him. As he loomed over your unconscious face his hair slid from behind his shoulders draping your face in a makeshift curtain as if hiding his admiration away from prying eyes.

“You’re cute…” He breathed out as he felt the storm’s rain pitter-patter on his exposed back and watched the drops dissipate onto your face and slide down your peaceful features, he wiped away any drops that would cause discomfort if he were to let them run.

“... how dare you turn away from me?” he couldn’t help but ask knowing the only response he would get is your exhausted breathing.

You weren’t dead, thank goodness, he could feel a few harsh breaths escape your lips and fan his face. You were on the verge of death a few minutes ago and yet you looked so serene right now, it made him angry how pretty you looked even after almost drowning.

Chigiri aimed to kill you but ended up saving you, and even now he was only mad for petty reasons. What is this? What is this disgusting feeling? He raised his hand and moved away your hair strands that stuck to your face from the water, how long had he been staring at you like this?

He heard distant yelling over the storm, your family had taken note of your absence, hurriedly backing away into the water as best as he could given he had to hide his lower half, he panicked and looked around rapidly. He didn’t want to leave yet! He didn’t get his damned answers! Mentally cursing at your insistence to stay unconscious he had no choice but to escape quickly.

The storm helped conceal him, he peeked above the water's surface for a moment to see you get carried away by someone as another person looked you over for injuries. He couldn’t hear what they were saying but they seemed both relieved at your survival and shocked by it, as if they thought you were a goner. He assumed they were your family or some close acquaintance, it doesn't matter, he turned away and swam back to his corner of the sea.

Upon return, Chigiri remained quiet at his own family’s greetings of his return, usually, he would boast about his most recent kill and even mock his victims as he usually thought their struggles to escape death were laughable. But today he lost, he had you in the palm of his hand, his teeth centimeters away from puncturing your tissue, yet his ego denied letting you die without an answer and in the end, he failed to even get one.

Chigiri swore he’d return and look for you, he’ll decide what he’ll do with you in the future. For now, Chigiri wasn’t sure if he was glad that he was there to save you or if he was regretful that he didn’t rip you apart when he had the chance.

[core4writes]

Heyy , can you plz make a 'sam and colby x reader' , serial killer fic . Like the ghostface types from the movie scream . Sam and colby are the killers . Like they're yandere for her or something ? :) THANK YOU SO MUCH

did i make you scream?//sam and colby

A/N: @/golbrocklovely made a fic like this called we went mad just minus the yandere part but i will attempt this, also i LOVE scream!!

|| non-famous!sam and colby x reader

|| she/her pronouns

trigger warnings: mention of murder, curing, mentions of sex, mentions of Voyeurism, blood and slight gore,

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Here I was at a police station, in an interrogation room. I have been sitting here for the past hour doing nothing, they just put me in here and said they will be with me “shortly”. I put my head down on the cold sliver table, it was refreshing to feel something cold as it was hot in here or was it just me? I put my head up again and look at the chair in front of me, that's where the guy or whoever is supposed to sit. The silence was thick, as I have not said a word in like an hour.

Someone walks in, a girl and a guy. The guy was wearing a baseball cap with a Plano T-shirt, and a badge on his cargo pants, the girl was wearing a yellow blouse with regular old black skinny jeans. She had a clipboard in one hand, and a water bottle in the other.

They sit down, “listen you're not in trouble, we just wanna ask you some questions.” the lady in yellow said, she sat down the water bottle “This is you, I'm Detective Drew and this is Detective Mike we are going to just be asking you questions.” Drew reassured, “What's your name and date of birth?”

It took me a sec to take this in, this is really happening. “My name is Y/n y/m/n Y/l/n, and my Date of birth is January 1, 1997.” now after a couple of questions about me they started to ask the real questions, why I was here and what got me here.

“What happened on February 14?” Mike asked.

“In order for me to tell you, you have to understand what lead up to it.” I say.

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January 1st, 2020:

It was my birthday, and a new year too I guess...Anyway, I am known for having big parties but only on my birthday any otheroccasion I will be at someone else's party. For my 23rd birthday, I wanted to make it big so I told my friends to invite their friends even people I didn't know. Me and my friend Misty went shopping, we went to an alcohol store to a Walmart back to an alcohol store.

Now when the party started there were like 100 people than 200, I couldn't let more people in cause my house is not that big. 40 minutes into the party my friend Jake walks up to my with two of his friends following behind him, “yo, y/n what's up!” he yelled over the music “hey what's up, do you wanna shot?”

He takes the shot of alcohol out of my hand and downs it with no shame, I take quick notice of the two boys behind Jake, o ne had black hair and was wearing a loose tank top with black sweatpants and Converse. The other r one had a loose big purple T-shirt with white pants.

I look back at the one with dark hair is and lock eyes with him, I could tell his eyes are really blue. My eyes snapped back to Jake, “Oh, you said I could invite anyone so I invited Sam and Colby.” Jake said pointing to them.

I went in and hugged them both, Sam first then Colby last but Colby's hug lasted longer than expected it was like he was smelling me, Sam pulled him off me and pulled have im away into the crowd of people. I look at Jake “That was...weird.” Jake giggles.

A few days later I got a package. the package  came at midnight, a knock on the door happened and I didn't answer at first cause I thought it was a ding dong ditch so I didn't answer. Then it happened again so I answer, expecting it to be my boyfriend I empty the door swiftly with a smile but all I see is nothing.

I look down at my welcome home mat and see a box placed on top of it, I pick it up thinking maybe it's my ring light that's presumed to come in but the box is light. I bring it in and put it on the tabletop “What the fuck is this.” Misty said I shrug my shoulders and open it, it was a notebook with my name on it. The notebook was wrapped in plastic wrap, I rip it open to read and maybe my boyfriend did something sweet for me.

The first page was a link, a link to a video of course. So I move away from Misty and the kitchen to go to my office by myself, I open my computer and type in the link to the mystery video. Oh my, it was a 5-minute video of me and my boyfriend having sex.

This was confusing, it looked like someone was recording us from a window, the video went in and out of focus. You can even hear moans from the background, but our window was closed so who was that deep voice whimpering?  all of the sudden the video cam goes down to show a man jerking off to us having us. My heart dropped when I seen the tiny hand tattoo, it looked like that boy that I met from the party. colby.

I close the tap quickly and I take a deep breath I open the book to read the rest, but the rest was all pictures of me. Every single page, I got out of my seat in a rush to see Misty to show her this hell show of a book.

But the  lights turned off, or as some of you would say the power went out. I turn my phone flashlight on, and I yell out Misty's name. “Misty! Turn back on the power and look at this book!” but no answer, I went to the kitchen because that's where she last was but no sign of her. I looked up in her room even in the living room she was nowhere so I decided to turn the power on myself. I went down to the basement and as soon as I was close to the last step, I see Misty's head hangin g in front of my face, her chopped-off hat that had exes on each of her eyes, her blonde hair was messy, and God knows where the rest of her body went.

I screamed and ran upstairs, rushing to call 911 on my phone  but every time I would call it would send me an automatic voice message " Sorry the Kansas police station cannot reach you right now we are currently busy. Try another time." and I kept calling and kept calling and kept calling but no answer so I decided to ask my neighbor for help.

trying to leave my house was a big mistake because as soon as I open the front door I see Sam holding a knife I automatically – and head for the back door until I see Colby at the back door, holding a vase. "why are you doing this?” I asked.

“ Because I love you.”  he throws a vase at me, but I managed to dodge and try to dash upstairs to hide, but Sam catches up to me and cuts the knife into my back.  I scream and screech in pain.  As I fall to the floor, both men standing in front of me, watching me, bleed out, probably to my death, and they ask me one thing .”

“ did I make you scream?”

and now, next thing, I know, I'm walking up in the hospital and now I'm in a police investigation room. That night still haunts me to this day will haunt me, even more, is that they're currently out there and the police are looking for them but they're not trying their best. 



[kinardsheart]

OKAY GUYS im trying smth. im going to bed after this but let me know if you’d read something along rhe lines of this.

basically tlou x 911 with main bucktommy

this is the first bit of the fic that ive cooked up unbeta’d. just vote on the poll whether you’d read more

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“Fuck!” The sound of small twigs scattered along the forest ground snapping echoed throughout as Buck hobbled frantically with Maddie practically unconscious, only being held up by his right arm as he dragged them both forward. Her side was sticky with not-quite dry blood, mingling with his own from his external injuries.

Just as they rounded to behind a caravan, familar clicking had him holding his breath for dear life as he slammed his hand over his mouth, crouching over her unconscious body protectively as she leaned limply further into his hold.

To a god he never believed in, he prayed they would make it out. That the clicking coming closer would somehow forget it’s target, run away to murder some other poor bastard. That he’d see Maddie’s smile again.

A tear slipped down his cheek as his free arm tightened around her instinctively, other finding it’s grip around the pocket knife tucked into his waistband as the clicking came to an almost unbearable volume. Maddie stirred underneath him.

Well, someone was listening. That’s all he felt, watching as a bullet whizzed by the side of his head, shooting the clicker straight in the head. Or.. whatever was left of it’s head. Buck had gotten a good shot in earlier, before his gun ran out of ammo. With an agonising screech and a frantic grab at whatever was closest, the clicker fell to the ground infront of him, twitching as the life drained away from it.

Buck sprang into action, grabbing Maddie by looping her arm around his back and slowly getting up, lips turning downwards in a determined pout. He wasn’t sure whoever it was that killed that thing, but one thing was certain. With knowing what the apocalypse did to people, characterisation and physically, he didn’t want to stick around to find out.

He didn’t get far. She was too heavy for his weakened state, and his injuries were beginning to take a toll. The incessant sting and throb of the stab wound in his abdomen made a point to give an especially hard pulse. It made him wonder how much blood he had actually lost, between the hoard of clickers and stalkers that had ambushed him and Maddie.

His head ached. He just wanted to lay down for a bit. Gently propping the still unconscious body in his arms upright against a rotting grave, Buck finally laid down against the wet grass. Huh, had it rained earlier?

Eyes beginning to flutter shut, a looming figure made it’s way towards them in his peripheral vision. Something told him to get up, to run, to fight, protect Maddie. But why? He felt.. perfectly safe. His eyes shut, and the world went quiet just as calloused fingertips brushed the soaked hair off his forehead.

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x gender neutral!reader

After Maeve

- after Maeve’s tragic murder, Spencer isolated himself in his apartment for a while

- in the two weeks he didnt leave his apartment, he was left multiple gift baskets by Penelope, and every member of the team came to visit at least once, only to be met by an unanswered door

- Spencer had gotten used to the knocks at his door followed by the voices of his friends offering their support, he never had the strength to reply verbally, but he appreciated their visits

- one day, though, a knock was followed by a voice he hadnt heard before

“Umm...hello? Is anybody home?”

- Spencer lifted himself from the couch and travelled the great distance for his front door. looking through the peephole, he saw a woman that he didnt recognise, holding a plate with a towel tenting slightly over it

- she looked worried. that was enough to override Spencer’s grief as his FBI instincts took over and he opened the door

- she grinned at him with an expression of intense relief

“O-Oh! Hello! I wasnt expecting you to answer the door, my name is (Y/N).”

“Who are you?”

- Spencer was beyond confused, but when he saw the blush that lit up your face, he wondered if his question seemed harsh or rude

“I-I live just across the hall, I moved in last week and ever since, I’ve seen people come and go from your door- a blonde woman with glasses brings baskets regularly. A-At first, because nobody ever answered the door, I thought maybe whoever lived here passed away and they were leaving things in your memory. B-But they talked to you through the door sometimes, I noticed on my way to and from work. So I thought, well, you must have gone through something terrible and I wouldnt be a very good neighbour if I didnt try to help- I know it isnt my place and Im sorry if Im oversteppi- I made some cookies but u-uh you dont have to tell me anything, I just thought- oh god Im sorry, I’ll just go.”

- your explanation was hurried, panicked and somewhat guilty as you attempted to speed walk back to your apartment

“Wait!”

- Spencer called as loudly as he could manage, you turned to face him, still clutching the towel-covered plate that he now knew to be hiding freshly baked cookies

“You dont know me, we’ve never even...”

- he couldnt bring himself to finish his sentence. never even met, just like her

- tears stung his eyes, his voice left him

- immediately, you noticed the changes in his body language and you scrambled over to him, placing the plate of cookies on the floor among the baskets

“Can I hug you? Is that alright?”

- Spencer nodded and you didnt take another second to think before you pulled him into your arms

- as soon as you embraced him, his tears broke free and rolled down his cheeks

- much to his surprise, the hug didnt feel awkward at all. it was the most comfort he had allowed himself to receive

- he felt more comfortable with someone who didnt know him, didnt know the details of what happened to him. you were someone new, someone who had never known him before he had been in this state; you had no expectations of him, no loyalties or personal care towards him, so he could break in front of you

“Shhh, it’s alright, you’re ok. Take some deep breaths for me.”

- your voice was so soothing to him, the first one he’d really heard ever since that gunshot

- Spencer nodded into your shoulder and pulled away from you slightly, which was your signal to let go of him

- he wiped his tears while you picked up the plate of cookies and gave them to him

“Like I said, you dont have to tell me anything, but these are for you. Im right across the hall if you need me.”

- and you were

- at least once a week, you would knock on Spencer’s door and deliver him a new batch of some homemade baked goods

- cookies, cakes, banana breads, anything!

- sometimes Spencer didnt have the strength to answer the door. on those days, you’d leave the plate of food at his door, run back to your apartment, handwrite a quick note with a pen, then run back to his door to place the note on top of the plate. that way he’d still get a little bit of conversation from you, even if he didnt have the strength to answer

- he couldnt describe the combination of appreciation and guilt

- on the one hand, you were ridiculously sweet to him, unconditionally caring towards someone who was little more than a stranger to you, at a time when he really needed a friend

- on the other hand though, you were working tirelessly all day and then coming home to immediately bake him something more than once a week, he didnt think he deserved that, and the closer you got to him the more in danger you were

- that mentality continued throughout your friendship

- you two naturally drifted closer than friends did, but every time Spencer noticed, he would retract into himself

- he thought he was protecting you, but in reality he was hurting you

- he didnt realise just how much pain he was causing until you confessed your feelings and broke down crying because you thought your obvious feelings for him had been making him uncomfortable

- that’s when he told you about Maeve

- it wasnt easy for him, even after knowing you over sixth months

- he cried, you cried, it was a very emotional moment

- he assured you that he did care about you a lot, more than he would for a friend, but he was just so broken

- you held him until he stopped crying, and then you told him something that changed his whole perspective

“Spencer, it is impossible for history to repeat itself. You can hit me with any statistic you want, but the fact is, no matter how similar an event may be to another, the people involved, the time, the day, the context- it would all be different, and therefore not a repeat at all. What happened to Maeve will not happen to me.”

- he knew you were right, and your words did reassure him, but his heart was still wounded; it was scarred

- somehow, without him having to say anything, you knew exactly what he needed to hear

“I dont want a relationship, not now, and not ever unless you are completely ready. Patience is as easy as breathing when it comes to love, Spence, so I dont mind waiting.”

- and that was that, you two had come to an understanding

- over time, Spencer allowed himself to venture closer to you, emotionally as well as physically

- your presence was comforting enough that once he calmed down, he wasnt afraid of the feelings he had for you

- you explained to him randomly one day that part of you was worried he only thought he had feelings for you because you had helped him heal, in the sense of sexual transference syndrome

- while you were rambling about this and essentially inventing a cop-out for Spencer just in case he didnt actually love you, he placed his hands on your shoulders to stop you walking beside him, and kissed you

- he then took a few steps, acting as though he was casually continuing to walk, while you stood frozen, in a daze

- Spencer gave you a dazzling grin, like the swoon-worthy interest in a cheesy romance movie

- without a word, you reflected his grin back at him, and took the few steps necessary to catch up with him

- the two of you began walking side by side again in silence, avoiding eye contact bashfully

- you gingerly reached out your hand and nudged his ever so gently

- Spencer smiled to himself and interlaced his fingers with yours

- and that was just the beginning

[thegeminisage]

wow it is star trek update time. last night we watched ds9's "blood oath" and tng's "journey's end," which is one of the strongest quality ricochets we've had yet.

blood oath (ds9):

okay, so the summary said "three klingon legends" but what i didn't realize is that they were all REAL KLINGONS FROM THE ORIGINAL SERIES

i have to pain this picture for you, whoever is reading this. the three klingons in this episode appeared in "errand or mercy" "the trouble with tribbles" and "day of the dove." like, they really came back to reprise their roles almost 30 years later. i'm going to paste a picture but uhtw 60s blackface

now, if you're a tos viewer, you may recognize that fella in the middle as also having played the titular squire of gothos in. "squire of gothos." now, as an episode, i find "squire of gothos" to be pretty mid, but there is one specific scene that really did something for me. to me? it did something TO me. what it did to me was send me off the fucking deep end, i wish i could convey the depths of my madness with human words

(still screenshot grabbed from this infinitely more amazing gifset, give it up for @maulthots for enabling me, no literally please go through her gif tag and reblog her gifs)

anyway, before my good and wonderful friend so kindly made this gifset for me, i did maybe sit in front of my pc and replay the clip upwards of [mumble] times a day because i was very, very unwell. when i watched this scene for the very first time what happened to me in that single instant was the bone-deep realization that james t kirk (tos and aos) ate fascists on tarsus iv, probably, and he'd fucking do it again because nobody tastes better than a fascist! i wrote an entire fanfic about it, sorry for the spoilers.

what does squire of gothos and tarsus iv have to do with ds9? well first of all every star trek episode is secretly about tarsus iv so jot that down

but secondly, i've watched this clip so many times i have to hide my face when this man shows up in trouble with tribbles. now, i'm not so good with faces, but i KNOW THAT VOICE. but i know him AS the squire of gothos. i frequently forget entirely that he also plays a klingon, so i didn't recognize his name. so when i heard the squire of gothos's voice come out of a random klingon's mouth in ds9 my immediate kneejerk reaction was "no i am hearing things that can't be--" BUT IT WAS. i PAUSED the episode so i could look iy up, realized that the guy in the drunk tank was kor or "do you have a tongue you will be taught to use it" fame, and then to my eternal glee, kang shows up next

i remembered reading once that kang came back later and i was like ??? no one comes back later on tos BUT HE DID! I JUST HAD TO WAIT FOR IT!!!!! mystery finally solved...........

once i recognized them this episode was a blast. absolutely loving these 100 year old klingons getting ready for a rip roaring rampage of supercentenarian revenge. i was VERY sad that they died at the end but at least presumably they all died together (didnt see the last one go down but im just assuming he lived long enough to eat the albino's heart and then die)

(the albino is a really funny concept by the way like he's not even albino he's just a white klingon)

other notable things about this episode: firstly, quark hiding behind odo at the beginning. classic. secondly, dax actually being a good fighter ?!?!?! and finally, a true passing of the bechdel test where dax asked kira some alarming and upsetting questions about killing people and kira immediately took her aside and MADE her talk. i love. Women. and also women who murder people. i support womens wrongs.

i even love that the ONE time sisko doesn't back up one of his people it's for a good reason (doesn't want the 27yo reincarnation of his father figure to die on a klingon suicide mission)

10000/10, absolutely stellar ep, zero complaints

journey's end (tng):

oh boy.

just about the coldest bucket of fucking water...

you know, we tried to give this episode the benefit of the doubt actually. we were like "maybe this was progressive in 1994. i mean they ARE saying that moving these guys forcibly would be bad" and i mean like what would we know about what was progressive in 94? we were 5. so we checked and um i don't think anybody liked it in 1994 either

devastating that THIS has to be a wesley episode bc i wanted a better sendoff for my boy. "i had a vision and now i'm leaving starfleet" and yes they said the word vision in the most derogatory way possible. jesus christ

TRAVELER ALIEN RACEFAKING? HE PRETENDED TO BE NATIVE AMERICAN TO GIVE WESLEY THE VISION? and then he was like haha don't you know all that stuff is fake. (picard earlier in this episode "i am sooo respectful of your beliefs")

furthermore when picard was like "oh yeah this guy blames me for the crimes of my colonizer ancestor" girl at no point did he say that. idk if white people should go around accusing other white people of white guilt so i don't say this lightly but jesus christ captain picard can you tone it the fuck down buddy

i came across a gifset today of picard from season 5 (idr the episode) going "starfleet doesn't want officers who blindly follow orders sayign you're just following orders has been used to justify too many tragedies in our history" and then smash cut to this episode where he's like "well i tried but yeah i'm gonna have to move you sowwy :/" like good lord.

anyway it's a bummer these last few eps of tng have been less than great bc ik tng is capable of good episodes and i was hoping this series would go out on a high note. but it's going to end the same way it began with us waiting for something good to happen and throwing popcorn at picard

TONIGHT: ds9's "the maquis part i" and tng's "firstborn." i am Braced. for trouble.

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well this ep was definitely ✨intense✨! i was so excited abt the idea of getting phee & tan murder/ revenge duo but turns out they just came here for answers.. tho they’re all drugged, there is still a masked murderer (or multiple?) running around. tan did look ready to intervene and spice shit up at the end of the ep but who is the masked dude?!

i mean it’s clearly not any of them, phee and tan are now ruled out too, so who would want to kill these dumb teenagers? im betting on non, but that would mean he survived tee’s uncle (and i choose to believe that), and somehow lived all those years hidden-

that would make sense, but that still leaves the two other masks, and how would non (or whoever else is under that mask) even know about them being at the house at this time?

maybe we’ll learn that white is linked to non somehow (i doubt it tho) and is helping him?

anyway, im excited to see what tan will do in the next ep! that man has nothing to lose so maybe he’ll start interfering with the chaos that’s going down? maybe push them towards each other so a few murders happen? will he wait till he got the answers he was looking for or not tho?