#out of spoons to write more whoever feels like it can take over and go ham ✌️

[stealing-your-wife]

Tucker looks at the piece of paper with the first riddle written on it. Then back at the Riddler, back to the paper, the Riddler, the paper.

It's too easy.

'I am swift, I am unseen. I bring Death with me, but touch not a soul. Hell follows in my wake. What am I?'

This has to be a trap, right? Some kind of 'the right answer is the wrong answer' situation.

"Can I see the second riddle?" He asks, carefully.

The Riddler hums smugly, "But of course. You get to see all four clues to solve my final puzzle and save your dear fellow passengers." Dramatic condescension topped with the threat of imminent death. No pressure.

"Right, right..." Tucker takes the second piece of paper and reads.

'My master takes peace and paints my coat with blood. What am I?'

Okay, yeah, no. There HAS to be a catch, an extra trick at play. A quick glance at the other two clue-riddles does nothing but confirm his answers.

Tucker chewed his lip, floundering to find the right words. How do you ask a riddle-based supervillain with a body count, what the catch is, without insulting them if there really is no catch, and their riddle is just disappointingly simple? But like, politely.

The Riddler chuckled darkly.

"So, Mr. Volunteer, feeling like you've bit off more than you can chew?"

"No, I just..."

The train car was deathly quiet. The Riddler was clearly enjoying Tucker's silence, practically vibrating with villainous validation. It was almost enough to make Tucker do the smart thing and simply solve the clues. Almost. But he just HAD to open his big mouth and blurt out:

"I thought you would give me a harder riddle?"

Tucker winced when a few of his dear fellow transit hostages hissed 'come on man!' 'are you serious!??'. Yeah, that was a total Danny move.

And the Riddler looked LIVID. Silent, staring, still as a statue and probably seconds away from ordering his henchmen towards premature violence. If Tucker were a smaller guy, he'd be worried about the villain personally throttling him. For now, all the man did was whisper.

"Excuse me?"

"Look it's just- I mean, the first one, it's a Pale Horse, right?" Tucker stuttered, "'I bring Death with me and Hell follows in my wake.' it's a reference to the four horsemen of the apocalypse." It's fine, this is fine. Too Fine, in fact. Tucker can totally talk his way out of this. (Or at least buy time until someone gets here to deal with their man.)

"And I mean, it's not a bad riddle. There's no shame in using existing riddles! I just thought..."

Tucker fidgets with the strap of his gym bag. Everyone is staring at him now. The Riddler, the hostages, even the henchmen stand agape. To be fair, what kind of idiot with a deathwish decides to critique a villain mid-scheme? Bad Luck Tuck, that's who

Welp, he's already dug himself this deep. Let's see how far the hole goes and if there are noxious fumes at the bottom. Time to Bugs Bunny this sitch.

"You know what? Screw it. I'll say it; I'm insulted." Taking advantage of his height, Tucker took one long step into the Riddler's personal space and flicked the man's stupid bowler hat right off his scheming head.

"You went through all the trouble of taking a train full of people hostage, put together this convoluted riddle-solving scenario, and then your riddles don't even make a statement? Or at least a social commentary?"

Another step forward and the Riddler took one back.

"I get that 'a pale horse, a red horse, a black horse, and a white horse' is probably alluding to a location or referencing some future team up against Batman, but honestly? It feels lazy, man. As soon as you figure out one clue, the rest are obvious.

"My life is on the line here and you're half-assing this. So suuuue me for expecting harder riddles. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised, when your performance today was downright pedestrian."

A few women and maybe a henchman or two gasped from the rear of the train car. Of all his comments so far, the Riddler looked most offended at that.

In the back of Tucker's head a little voice kept whispering bits of advice. Keep talking, keep him distracted and off kilter. Keep the pressure up, stay in his face, don't let him regain his footing, physically or mentally. Be it from his years of watching Danny do the exact same thing, or a little bit of ancient wisdom making itself known, he listened.

"And also, if I'm reading this correctly, it's pretty pretentious to compare yourself, and whoever you're working with, to the apocalypse. Full offence, you are not world-ending material. I've seen what world-ending dudes look like, and you. are. not. it!"

The last four words Tucker punctuated with sharp jabs to the Riddler's left lapel, forcing the man to pivot.

"Heck, Red Robin has more world-ending potential than you do. But, you know what you are good for?" Tucker said, stepping back.

"Wha-"

"A meat shield."

CRASH!!

Short DPXDC Prompts #569 (nice)

If Tucker knew that this train was going to be held hostage for one of Riddlers schemes he would have taken the bus instead.

One participant of the train had to solve the Riddlers puzzles before they would meet some flavor of gruesome end. The Bats were working on establishing a connection to the transit captives to help with the clues but so far no dice.

This’ll be easy. What could go wrong?

Tucker volunteers to solve the Riddlers puzzles.

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

HIIII i saw requests were open… can you perhaps write some general relationship hc’s with arthur, john, and javier?? feel free to do anyone you like i just love them😊😊 thank you so much!!

☆ thank you for requesting, i got a little carried away with some of them hehe. i decided to add charles into the mix because he’s my fav and i couldn’t resist ;) i hope you enjoy reading <3 !!

🌾 arthur morgan

- he admitted his feelings to you by giving you a drawing he did of you that had a little note attached

- he draws you. all the time. before you got together, and while you’re together. he’ll draw you doing chores, sitting by the camp fire, sitting under a tree reading. he just admires you so much and can’t help but draw you

- he shows you everything he draws of you

- if you ask he’d try his best to teach you how to draw. he might not be the best teacher but he’d try his best

- he’s protective but not overprotective. he knows you can handle yourself but is always nearby just in case you need him

- once you’ve been together for a while he opens up to you about eliza and isaac. it’s a difficult thing for him to talk about but he trusts you enough to tell you

- he lets you wear his hat. you’re the only one besides himself who gets to wear it. he thinks it looks cute on you, plus he gets to use the cowboy hat rule excuse ;)

- he likes to get out of camp every so often just for some air and time alone. he used to go out by himself but after you got together he’d take you with him. sometimes it’ll be short rides and other times it’ll be staying out for a couple of days

- he can be a bit distant sometimes when he’s tired or stressed, and he prefers to be alone when he’s overwhelmed in any way. the only exception is you. he’ll reluctantly open up to you at first, but gets more comfortable over time, trusting you with how he’s feeling.

- he likes to joke around with you, and he really lets his playful side show when he’s with you.

- not a fan of PDA but loves cuddling with you in private. he prefers to be the big spoon, having you lay your head on his chest. he also really likes when you lay completely on top of him.

- his hands tend to wander while he holds you. he’ll idly trace patterns in your skin, running his hands up your spine or your arms.

- his love languages are words of affirmation and quality time

- he definitely calls you “my girl/boy”, or dear. not huge on pet names but will occasionally use them

🌾 john marston

- he’s a little oblivious to his feelings for you, which means you most likely confessed first

- i feel like he first started to really fall for you after the wolf attack, but just never spoke up about his feelings for you until you said something

- he’s also pretty protective of you, he comes off a little more harsh than arthur does but it’s all in good reason

- if there’s ever a situation where someone’s bothering you or even threatening you, john will step in immediately, doing anything and everything he can to scare off whoever’s causing problems

- is not afraid to get into a fight in order to protect you, which has resulted in lots of scolding and a couple more scars for him. he doesn’t mean to scare or worry you, he just cares about you too much to let someone talk bad about you or threaten you in any way

- he’s very touch starved and doesn’t realize it until you get together

- the first time you hug him is when he realizes. it was an awkward hug on his part, but he loved feeling you in his arms

- a lot of his touches are awkward at first, not because he doesn’t like it but because it’s something new to him. he’s unsure about where to put his hands, where he should look, etc

- he starts to get more comfortable with touch as you spend more time with him. eventually he’ll touch you out of habit. a hand resting on the small of your back, or on your thigh while you sit in front of the campfire together. small, innocent touches.

- he loves cuddling at night, and often prefers to be the one being held

- overall he really loves you and cares about you, he wants to be the best he can be for you

- you’ve caught him staring at you from across camp sometimes, a small, affectionate smile on his face

- his love language is words of affirmation.

- he likes pet names and uses them often, his favorite being babe or baby

🌾 javier escuella

- javier is one of the most romantic camp members in my opinion

- he definitely confessed first

- you both liked each other and were quite obvious about it, constantly flirting with one another, but he’s the one who asked you out first

- i like to think he asked you out through a song somehow

- either that or he came up to you, all flirty and asked you out to a night in the town (whichever was nearest to your current camp) , offering you a flower he found while he was out of camp

- plays his guitar for you ofc

- he also totally writes songs and dedicates them to you

- is more than willing to teach you how to play if you ask

- very touchy if you’re okay with it. he always has his hand on you or his arm wrapped around you

- he is very into PDA. he has no problem cuddling and holding you in front of the gang and he definitely does once he knows you’re okay with it

- you two will cuddle up near the campfire together, you sitting in his lap whenever he’s not playing his guitar

- he also loves cuddling before you fall asleep

- after you’ve been together for a bit he’ll invite you to sleep under his tent with him. he feels safe and comfortable with you, quickly falling asleep in your arms

- tells you stories about mexico and his family and life there. he has so many stories and will tell you each and every one

- you’re the one person he trusts to tell more personal stuff, he definitely opens up to you more after a while of being together. not only about his life in mexico but the harder parts of it, the stuff he doesn’t really tell anyone

- likes getting dressed up with you every one in a while and going out to saint denis or other cities, spending nights dancing and drinking together. he loves little dates away from camp

- takes you fishing with him. even if you don’t fish you’re going with him at least once, per his request

- if you like fishing then he’ll take you out on fishing trips often. just the two of you camping out by a lake for a day or two, fishing and spending time with one another

- overall he really loves when you ask him to teach you things because he can see that you take genuine interest in the things he likes. anything from guitar, fishing, to even spanish, he’s always willing to teach if you want to learn.

- uses spanish nicknames for you. hermosa, querida, mi vida, mi amor, cariño, etc. any and every pet name in the book, except in spanish

- he always flirts with you. even after you’ve been together for a while, his flirting never dies down. he’s always complimenting you, no matter what. even if you’re exhausted and dirty from being out on a job he still has a compliment for you.

- gets you a knife similar to his own. he wants you to be able to protect yourself, and he likes having something matching between the two of you <3

- shares his poncho with you if you get cold

- he lets you play with his hair and he’ll let you put it up for him

- he loves kissing you and he’s not shy about it. he’ll kiss you anywhere, anytime, he doesn’t care who sees.

- his love languages are touch and quality time. he just loves being near you

🌾 charles smith

- it took a while for charles to realize his feelings for you and you definitely had to approach him first.

- he’s quiet at first, but will open up to you as you get closer and spend more time with him.

- he’ll tell you everything he knows about his family and the stuff he went through as a kid once he feels comfortable with you

- a great listener. he could listen to you talk for hours, and often does. whether you talk about a job you went on, the chores you did that day, a clothing item or piece of jewelry you saw, or stories from your life, he’ll listen.

- not only will he listen, he’ll remember. he’ll remember every little detail, and often surprises you with the things he remembers.

- there’s lots of comfortable silence between the two of you. you’ll often work side by side without speaking a word but enjoying each other’s company. he could be making some arrows or sharpening the camp axe while you read or finish up a small chore like sewing up a hole in someone’s clothes.

- his love languages are definitely quality time and acts of service.

- he’ll do little things to help you out. he’ll do his own laundry so it doesn’t add to the laundry you already have. he’ll clean your guns and sharpen your knives for you. he’ll brush your horse and braid its mane when you’re busy and haven’t had time to. small things that make a difference.

- definitely teaches you how to hunt and track. you’ll go out with him each time the gang needs food, getting time away from camp which you both enjoy. takes you to all his best hunting spots, teaching you all his little tips and tricks to getting a clean kill.

- he’s not big on PDA and often gets embarrassed if someone sees you kissing or anything.

- he definitely gets used to it the longer you’ve been together, but he prefers to save all that stuff for behind closed doors.

- it’s not like he won’t kiss or hug you in front of anyone else, he just gets a bit flustered

- eventually you’ll move into his tent with him, and once you’re alone he’ll be a lot more physically affectionate

- he also enjoys cuddling. he’s spent a lot of time alone, sleeping in the wilderness by himself before he joined the gang, so sleeping next to you if very comforting to him.

- he doesn’t use a lot of pet names, but his favorite is “my love”.

- although he knows very little about his mother’s culture, he’ll share what he knows with you. he’ll tell you old stories that she told him growing up, and the significance of bison. you showing interest in his culture means a lot to him.

[fictoculus]

Dunno if you've done this before, but characters with tall reader!

This is mostly me being sick and having OC obsession brain rot, but the majority of my OCs are 5'9–6'0+ for reference by what I mean for "tall".

Love your writing, by the way! Keep yourself safe and make sure to treat yourself for all the joy you bring your viewers with your writing<3. Also, this is my first request:D

(Thinking about characters like: Venti, Diluc, Zhongli, Traveller, and whoever else you want to write/if you don't write for some of these characters, that's fine!)

౨ৎ them w a tall partner...

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FEAT... aether, venti, itto, alhaitham, diluc

A/N... hiiii anon tysm for the request!! i loveee this idea it's so cute so i'm more than happy to write it ^^ unfortunatelyyy i wasn't able to write anything for zhongli as i js couldn't think of anything, i hope that's ok!!! also thank youuuu! i'm so glad you like my stuff, nd please make sure you take care of yourself too!! hope to see you again soon, enjoy ♡ alsooo i tried out some new colouring!! i hope you guys like ittt i think it's prettyy :3 oh and disclaimer these heights may not be accurate!!! i got them from this website but it seems pretty reliable to meee

✧ aether. - 5'4"

the traveller, the honorary knight, the swordfish II captain, the first sage of buer: just a few of the multitude of titles aether has earned from the many battles he's fought for teyvat. he's always fighting for people, protecting people, blindly jumping head-first into danger; he needs someone to protect him for a change, and that someone is you.

he always feels safe with you, and the way you stand behind him when he's chatting with friends or purchasing items from vendors makes him feel untouchable; evident by the way he practically melts under your touch.

one of the first things people tend to notice about you is your height, and although it doesn't really bother you, aether thinks it's ignorant and unfair. don't get him wrong, he loves your height, but there's so much more to you than that. he wishes people would notice your style, or your personality, maybe even your smile, anything. as long as nobody tries to steal you from him, he doesn't mind.

he'll often find himself being the little spoon while cuddling, and honestly, it's the thing he most looks forward to after a long day of completing commissions and collecting resources.

he loves how tall you are, how gentle you are, how loving you are; he loves all of you, and he hopes you love all of him too...

✧ venti. - 5'5"

venti loves the way you tower over him, and finds your subsequent protectiveness rather endearing.

your height sometimes intimidates people, and discourages them from wanting to strike up conversation with you. venti, however, was never bothered by it, and had no problem shamelessly flirting with you the very second you entered angel's share that fateful day.

the bard struggles to understand how people could possibly be afraid of you. of course, he knows how strong you are, and is aware of the lengths you'd go to in order to protect him, but nothing about your personality was something to be scared of.

the more he got to know you, the quicker he came to the realisation that you're really just a big softie - a gentle giant, if you will.

your impressive stature also means that you can carry him around. venti loves nothing more than being in your arms, face nuzzled into your chest as you take him to bed after a long day, or resting his head on your shoulder and forcing you to lift him up when he 'falls asleep''.

all in all, your boyfriend views your height is anything but negative. he loves you the way you are, and, as cliché as it sounds, wouldn't change anything about you for the world...

✧ itto. - 6'1"

no matter how tall you are, itto will give you piggyback rides. and you will enjoy them. to put it quite frankly, you don't have a choice.

even though you're taller than him, he still loves to have you in his arms, whether that means cuddling, carrying you around, or simply just hugging you from behind. something about having you in his hold makes him feel stronger and more confident than he ever has before.

the members of the arataki gang were shocked when they first met you, genta mistaking you for itto when he caught sight of your silhouette. nonetheless, they have all grown to be quite fond of you, and often leave small gifts on your doorstep which never fail to bring a smile to your face.

your height was something you sometimes felt ashamed of, however, itto always makes sure you feel happy within yourself, and will do everything in his power to wash the insecurities away; showering you in kisses and telling you just how perfect you are...

✧ alhaitham. - 5'10"

at first, alhaitham was slightly embarrassed that you were taller than him, not because of your appearance, but because of how he'd been relentlessly teasing his roommate for his height while having a partner who stands at an impressive 6'5"...

nevertheless, the scribe truly admires everything about you, and will often just stare. even though he wants nothing more than to have you in his arms, he's more than happy to admire you from afar, to watch you go about your day or make idle chit-chat with the local vendors so that he can just take you in; "archons, they're beautiful".

even though he stands shorter than you, he is extremely protective over you; intertwining his fingers with yours whenever he has the chance, and staring down anyone who 'looks at you wrong'. you often tease him for this, poking fun at his pout before kissing it away with a smile, only for it to return as you pinch his rosy cheeks.

the love alhaitham has for you is immeasurable, and the (not so) little things like your height only make him fall harder for you. his heart skips a beat when he feels your arms snake around his waist from behind, being pulled into your chest as you rest your head on his shoulder. yes, you could still do this even if you were shorter, but for him, nothing compares to being able to sink into you; he rather enjoys feeling smaller when he's with you...

✧ diluc. - 6'1"

you and your husband, diluc, stand at a similar height, him just slightly taller than you at 6'1". people often stare when you walk into a room hand-in-hand, but the darknight hero couldn't be more proud.

he never misses the chance to show you off, introducing you to everyone he knows while making sure to subtly flash the wedding ring he oh so gently slides onto your finger every morning. however, as soon as someone dares to make a rude remark about you, your husband has no problem stepping in front of you and handling the situation himself. yes, you're capable of looking out for yourself, but the redhead always feels the need to protect the ones he loves most.

the two of you are a package deal, and are rarely seen apart from each other unless absolutely necessary. diluc can't stand being away from you, and often finds his mind flooded with thoughts of you when he should be focused on the financial papers spread out on the desk before him.

being the taller ragnvindr, diluc often takes it upon himself to hand you items from higher up shelves, knowing full well you can reach them just fine by yourself. "given my stature, wouldn't it be rude not to hand my partner the things they couldn't possibly reach?", he always asks, pressing a loving kiss on your forehead and handing you whatever you were reaching for. such a tease...

thanks for reading ♡ want to read more? my requests are OPEN, so please feel free to let me know what you’d like me to write next!

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[to-thelakes]

ok but i need a sequel to 'banged up'- pleaseeeee, kneeling, begging for more like 'banged up'

nonnie, ask and you shall receive <3

banged up (2)

pairing; frank castle x fem!reader

summary; frank continues to take care of your wounds while you worry for matt's safety until he decides makes an appearance.

warnings; fluff, hurt/comfort, reader is very injured but also very stubborn, soft frank, not proof-read, description/discussion of wounds and frank stitching the reader up, matt being (also) very soft, slightly suggestive towards the end, reader is catching feelings

notes; i think this is gonna need a 3rd part but i felt like this bit ended at the right time, i dunno what i was going to add to this part so i'm just gonna write another part at a later date (where maybe... frank and reader kiss) and then hopefully this fic idea will stop plaguing me, whoever sent in this ask in, i love you but i also hate you bc i have been plagued by thoughts of these two, anywayyy, enjoy <3

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part one

It was quiet as you lay in bed. Frank was still in the kitchen. You could hear him putting dishes away as you stared at your bedroom ceiling. The painkillers had worked wonders and lying still didn’t seem to hurt as much anymore. But your face was throbbing in pain. It was red and inflamed to the touch but Frank had promised to bring an ice pack when he was done with the washing up.

You were glad he was still here but you didn’t know where Matt was and that terrified you even more. He should have been here by now. Frank had said that he was going to come over when he was done with patrol. It had been hours. Frank had cooked. Patrol should have been finished and yet the familiar tap of Matt’s gloved hands against the window hadn’t come.

“Stop bitin’ your lip,” Frank scolded, startling your eyes back open. You slowly turned your head to look at him, the ache in your spine gave you a splitting headache. He had the ice pack in his hand as he walked over to the bed, “What you worryin’ about?” He asked. You slowly and gently began to push yourself to sit up. It made every fibre of your being ache but you ignored it, leaning back against the pillow.

Frank perched on the edge of your bed and moved the ice pack in his hand to rest against your cheek. It was red and bruised, probably a little bit swollen but he hadn’t noticed until you’d been chewing dinner. The pain had only got worse so he knew you needed to rest more.

“Why isn’t Matt back? You said he’d be back after patrol,” You responded. Every word made your jaw ache so you tried your best to speak quickly, get it all over with. Frank adjusted the ice pack on your cheek again before he held it there.

“Red can take care of himself. Don’t worry about him, yeah?” Frank said. You couldn’t help the scoff that fell from your lips but the second it did, you cried out. Frank was quick to cup the other side of your face, searching your eyes to make sure that you were okay. You sighed and forced your eyes back open to meet his.

“I’m fine,” You mumbled. He nodded and let his hand drop before he glanced at the bedside table. Maybe some more painkillers would do you some good.

“Can ya hold this for me, sweetheart?” He asked. You nodded and slowly lifted your hand to hold it in place. It made your body ache but you just closed your eyes and tried to forget what was happening. Matt was the one that had gotten you into this mess and he didn’t even have the decency to check up on you. It would have pissed you off if you weren’t so worried about him, “I’m gonna give you some more painkiller, open up,” He urged. You opened your mouth and Frank poured some of the liquid on the spoon before putting it in your mouth. You took it and swallowed it down.

“Aren’t I gonna overdose?” You asked, eyes still closed. You could feel the liquid slipping down your throat, every single movement and feeling in your body was amplified by ten. It was painful but the painkillers hopefully would provide some relief.

“Nah, you’ll be fine,” He said. You looked at him through hooded lids, exhaustion creeping up on you as you held the icepack in place. It was starting to warm up against your skin so you carefully flipped it over while Frank poured another spoon, “Open up,” he said. You grumbled but complied and took the spoonful. Then he capped the bottle and placed it - and the spoon - back on the side. You rested your head back against the headboard as Frank took the ice pack back from your grip. It meant that you could rest again.

“How am I gonna explain this to anyone at work?” You whined as your arms fell to your sides dramatically. Frank sighed and he gently nudged your thigh so that your eyes reopened. He had a sympathetic look on your face.

“Told you, you’re staying here,” He said. You narrowed your eyes but knew it was better not to argue. Your face hurt too much to argue and you closed your eyes again, “Wanna lie down?” He asked. You nodded and he placed the icepack on the side, “Come on, I’ll help.” With the two of you working together, Frank got you under the covers. Your face rested against the pillow and he tucked the icepack underneath. It was soothing against your red hot skin. He then slipped from the edge of the bed.

“Where are you going?” You croaked out as you looked up at him.

“Gonna go get Red,” He said. You pouted and he rolled his eyes, “Try and get some rest while I’m gone, yeah?” You grumbled but didn’t argue with him as your eyes fell closed again. Maybe it was better if you got some sleep. Lord knows that you needed it after the beating your body had taken.

-

The sun was trickling through your curtains when your eyes blinked back open. The pain was worse than it had been the previous night and you felt groggy. You felt sick. You wanted to throw your guts up but also didn’t want to move an inch. Your entire body hurt and you couldn’t help the soft whimper that escaped your lips.

There was an abrupt silence that permeated through the apartment. You hadn’t even realised that people were talking until they stopped. You rolled over, crying out as you curled up into yourself. Your body did it on reflex as if this pain was caused by your period. Curling up seemed to just make it worse.

“Hey, hey, sweetheart, what are you doin’?” Frank’s voice cut through the pain as the bed sunk underneath his weight. He gently nudged the covers back, urging you to lie on your back and you did - reluctantly. Every movement hurt and he checked your face over, concern etched across his features, “Can I check your stomach?” He asked. You nodded your head, not caring what he did as long as it relieved the pain that was running through your system. You felt so sick and every movement hurt. He pulled the covers back and your shirt was covered in a thick patch of blood, “Fuck,” He snapped. You blinked up at him blearily.

“What’s wrong?” You asked. The pain was too all-consuming for you to pinpoint where it came from so you didn’t realise that you had popped your stitches in your sleep.

“Red!” Frank called to the other room. His booming voice made you wince but he was quick to turn his attention back to you and cup your face, “It’s gonna be okay. Just stay calm and stay still, yeah?” You stared at him, confused and your brain was too addled with pain to understand but you didn’t move. You listened to him, “I swear to God, altar boy. If you don’t get here now,” Frank snapped as he turned his head back.

Matt appeared in the doorway with annoyance written across his face. He was holding the first-aid kit and an icepack as he walked over. He offered the kit to Frank while he walked over to you with the ice pack.

“Matt?” You asked as you looked over at him. He was still mostly in his Daredevil suit. His hair was mussed from the helmet and his gloves were off but otherwise, the red material still covered him all over.

“Hey,” He said as he sat on the edge of the bed. Frank had already shoved your shirt up away from your stomach and was carefully removing the popped stitches. You suddenly could feel how the pain radiated from your stomach, wincing with every movement Frank made against your sensitive injury, “Does your face hurt?” He asked. You let out a garbled ‘yeah’ as you tried not to wince in pain. He placed the icepack against it, leaning into the relief (and Matt’s hand). Matt’s gaze then turned away from you, your eyes closed at the small bit of relief, “What happened?” He snapped. Frank was now threading the needle, ready to stitch you up again.

“Her stitches popped while she slept,” Frank snapped back as he glanced up at you. You looked so serene considering the pain you were in but he didn’t have time to think about that. Instead, he focused back on your bleeding wound and pinched the skin together, beginning to stitch it. Matt could hear your soft whimpers and smell the spikes of cortisol with every prick but there wasn’t much he could do to relieve you.

“Knew you didn’t do a good job,” You mumbled from where your head rested. The fact that you were still joking brought some relief to Frank but his shoulders were still ridged as he focused on keeping you better.

“You wouldn’t stop squirming so it was kinda hard,” Frank joked back in response. You rolled your eyes playfully before you looked up at Matt.

“It’s always my fault, huh?” The pain hit you like a wave and he watched as you cried out, back arching. The brief jokey tone that you had taken vanished in seconds, “Fuck,” You wailed. Matt’s other hand came to rest in your hair, smoothing his thumb along your hairline. Your eyes squeezed shut as Frank continued his stitches.

“Nearly done now,” Frank reassured as he was on his last stitch. He tugged the skin back together before sealing the stitches up. Once he was happy, he leaned over and grabbed a piece of gauze, taping it over the wound, “Do you want some pain meds?” He asked. You hummed out, meaning ‘yes’ and Frank slipped off the bed to grab the pain meds from the kitchen. That left you and Matt alone for a moment.

“Where were you last night?” You asked, forcing your eyes open to meet Matt’s unfocused gaze, “I was worried about you,” You muttered. Matt sighed and he shifted his hand on your temple down to your cheek.

“I had to keep patrolling to make sure nobody came after you. How are you feeling?” He asked as you let out little hisses and whimpers of pain. He knew it was a stupid question and he knew exactly how your body was feeling but it was more comforting to hear you say it.

“Like shit,” You muttered, “Can’t believe being friends with you got me into this.” There was a teasing lilt to your tone and Matt chuckled. Even with your eyes half-closed, you knew that Matt felt guilty. You knew that he was blaming himself for what happened but you had decided to associate with Daredevil. Matt gave you the chance to walk away and you didn’t. It was just as much your fault as his.

“I’m sorry,” He said. You scoffed and shifted on the bed.

“Pft, this is nothing. I was walking around last night,” You responded simply. Matt couldn’t help but crack a smile as Frank walked back in with the pain meds and a spoon. Matt took it as his moment to slide off the bed.

“I need to go to the firm. Talk to Foggy and Karen. Will you be okay here?” Matt asked. Matt tried to make it seem like he was asking if you’d physically be okay but you knew that he was asking if you were comfortable with Frank being here. Which, to you, was an incredibly stupid question but you knew Matt. He didn’t trust Frank like you did. So, you simply nodded.

“I’ll be fine,” You reassured. Frank let out a soft ‘uh-huh’, almost glaring at Matt before he walked over to the bed. He helped you slowly get to your feet as Matt grabbed his helmet from the kitchen. He listened to the two of you for a moment before he decided that you would be fine under the care of Frank, “Thank you, for taking care of me,” You muttered as you looked up at Frank. You could see him better now in the daylight. His crooked nose from being broken one too many times, angular jaw, gorgeous fucking lips. His face was a little bruised up but he still looked so pretty to you. A love-sick smile began to overtake your face as Frank poured out a spoon of painkillers for you.

When he looked back up, he caught the way you were looking at him. You looked so bashful despite how bruised up you were. He held the spoon out and you took some down.

“Altarboy is too worked up,” Frank stated and you chuckled, swallowing down the painkiller. You nodded but that made your headache split across your temples. You winced before resting your head back.

“He needs to get laid,” You stated plainly. Frank chuckled at that and he poured another spoon out for you, “He’s not the only one but that won’t be happening for a while,” You muttered, a little bitterly. Frank held the spoon out for you, “They could have at least let me finish my date before they kidnapped me.” Frank’s eyebrows furrowed as you took the spoonful of painkillers, swallowing down the pink liquid.

“That guy was an asshole,” Frank stated and you looked at him, head tilted to the side slightly, “Didn’t treat you right.” You were a little puzzled by his words but you tried not to think about it. The guy you’d gone on a date with hadn’t been your type anyway but it was still a bummer that you lost the opportunity. It could have ended in you finally getting laid but it seemed that the universe had other plans; getting you tortured. What a bitch.

“Find a man that treats me right in this city and I’ll never look back, scout’s honour,” You muttered. Frank rolled his eyes and he grabbed the ice pack from the side, placing it against your face.

“Yeah. I’m not makin’ that promise,” He said simply. You couldn’t help the playful grin that spread across your face.

“Frank Castle backing down? I never thought I’d see the day,” You teased. Frank just rolled his eyes before he got up to his feet. You pouted at the loss of contact, craving the warmth of his touch. It had helped distract you from the pain.

“I’ll make some breakfast,” Frank said before he headed out of the room. You pouted, not exactly pleased but your stomach grumbled for something. So, you let him disappear to cook something delicious for you.

<3

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Dating HCs for any of the following?

Juuzou Shima, Satan, Lucifer, Shiro Fujimoto, or Mephisto? 👉🏻👈🏻

I saw you don't know the limit so feel free to choose whoever you feel most comfortable writing 🥰

🩵😺 (blue cat anon idk I'm making it up as I go)

Hi Blue cat Nonnie!

Thank you for requesting! i hope this is of you liking, lease let me know what you think!

Tsuki's note: Out of these i picked Juuzo and Mephisto! Please go check my wors related to Shiro and Lucifer !

Juuzo:

Juuzo is the oldest sibling of the Shima family and that means he has a lot on his plate.

That being said, your dates may be interrupted by calls about family issues, about Renzo or about exorcism.

The man does try to make time for you though! It's just some things cannot be delayed, like a demon eating people.

Exactly because of these responsibilities he has, he became a reliable man and partner.

You count on him for anything you need!

I feel like Juuzo lies on the lowkey romantic guy.

He will leave notes for you around the house to take care of yourself or leave little treats for you.

He knows all favourites.

He may come off as blunt when telling you he loves you, but, he doesn't say it quite often.

Juuzo strongly believes you know you are loved.

In the scenario you feel down or upset, he will offer you a big bear hug!

Talking about hugs, Juuzo enjoys being the small spoon, but he prides himself of being the man to protect you - you have to convince him to allow you to spoon him.

He blushes alot when you request it, it's adorable.

The man enjoys home dates more than anything, but if you feel like going out he is all in!

Also the kind of guy that loves being pampered, will never admit it, but his favourite nurse is you.

He worries a lot about your safety, regardless if you are an exorcist or not.

After all you may get backlash from being his partner or die in a mission.

Please reassure him you will be safe, ok?

Mephisto:

Dating Mephisto is a wild ride.

It's hard to tell what he is thinking or if he is telling you the truth sometimes.

But exactly because it is hard to know what he is thinking about, it also make it all very fun.

Surprise dates, fancy dinners, amusement parks, you name it!

It all happens suddenly and in a drop of the hat.

Mephisto really enjoys gifting you clothes.

He balances it out between your's and his taste.

The demon also enjoys gifting you things, it can be something completely random or just flowers.

He knows about everything you like and he does an excellent job at gifting you something you would love!

Mephisto enjoys having you on his lap while he watches something from above on that fancy chairs of his.

Would you fit next to him? Probably, but lap is better.

The demon is unhinged, so brace yourself.

Expect anime dates.

He doesn't care if you are human or not, an exorcist or not.

If you are an exorcist you, he won't treat you very different regarding missions.

But he may ask for the report to be... a little too close, you know?

Mephisto also likes to have you depend on him "oh my poor little lamb, are you in need of you saviour?"

Adores when you hold him in his dog form.

But like i said before, sometimes is hard to know if he is telling the truth.

Obviously you get upset and start to overthink.

He notices you are a bit aloof. And he sort of knows why - no one trusts him in the order and the rumors doesn't help you at all.

So, whenever this happens, he takes the day off to be with you.

Anything you want. He will not answer any calls, go to the school, nope.

It's a day for you and you only.

Mephisto will also say some cheesy things to you - like pickup lines or beautiful sayings.

He tries really hard to shake your insecurities away.

In the end of the day, the best he proves to truly love you on a normal day to day thing.

How? By choosing you over anything else, unconsciously.

He does care about you a lot, the demon is willing to sacrifice whatever in order to keep you safe.

Of course, he wouldn't let you know about the lengths he is willing to go to protect you - he knows it may upset you.

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Thank you for reading!

[waves-against-a-cliff]

Buttercream Frosting - Gaz x Reader Bakery AU

Content Warnings - Mention of masterbation and sex, yearning, sexualization, domestic fluff.

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A/N - Whoops, I put this off. Anyway, I'm taking up a small writing challenge in April and have 6 chapters (not including this one) planned.

Gaz can’t remember a time, at least in the last few years, that he’s ever been this excited to go over to someone’s place. Evening could not come fast enough despite the fact his small leaves always seemed to speed by. Gaz grunts as he lets the weights drop to the ground and grabs his water bottle, taking a big drink of it. It feels like his body was producing enough heat for it to roll off him in waves, sweat across his forehead and biceps. He glances at his watch again and has to stop himself from groaning. Gaz puts the weights away and wipes down the equipment he had used all while thinking about tonight. You had invited him over. For taste testing.

He wasn’t sure if that's your way of suggesting something or if you really want him to try a recipe. Gaz washes the sweat on his face away with the sinks in the gym locker room as he debates this in his head. He had listened to you get fucked and left high and dry by whoever it was who failed to use his damn dick right. He had jacked off to it on top of listening to it. And you weren’t really moaning. He groans and looks at himself in the mirror as he feels blood rush south fast. Was he a teen boy again? Sure fucking feels like it because any thought linked to you turns into something lewd.

His mind drifts to the bakery and cafe, to the idea of stopping by there if not to just get a look at those pants that seems determined to become your second skin. He decides not to. He’ll be seeing you later, in your own flat in whatever clothes you wear outside of work.

He knocks on the door an hour after he heard you arrive home. Enough time to shower and change he figured. He didn’t need to be tortured by your work uniform. He fears his self restraint might snap in half like a twig if you were still wearing it. You open the door and Gaz feels himself relax a little. Sweatpants and a baggy shirt. He could handle this. “Ready to taste my cupcakes?” You ask. Fuck.

For apparently your first time using this recipe, the cupcakes weren’t awful. Although that might just be his massive sweet tooth talking. You watched him with your bottom lip between your teeth, you’re trying to kill him, he concludes as he licks off stray frosting from his fingers. “How was it?” You ask eagerly and Gaz has to think about it for a second. “And don’t hold back.” You say firmly.

“The frosting could do with some more sugar and the cupcake itself was a little dry.” He says after thinking about it for a moment. You scrunch your nose, clearly in thought as you went through the steps in your head to see where you could have gone wrong to make the cupcake a little dry. You wander over to the piece of paper that was the recipe, you cross out a few things and add new measurements.

You turn to him with a grin, “Wanna help me make this batch?” You let out a laugh at how quickly he nods his head. He decides he would like to hear that laugh all the time. He helps with the measurements and lets you handle everything else, at your insistence of course. You hand him one of two frosting covered spoons and he’d have to be blind to realize you were staring as he licked the frosting off, yours untouched. Gaz stands there with you, looking like a deer in headlights before he moves in a little closer. He sets the now licked clean spoon to the side and tilts your head up with two fingers under your chin. You visibly swallow as he leans in, he can still taste the buttercream frosting on his tongue.

Then the timer goes off for the cupcakes in the oven. You practically jump away, “Better get them before they burn.” You sputter out as you rush to the oven and slip on the mitts set to the side. The batch of cupcakes turn out perfect.

[tibbythetiger]

Hello, hello!! I’m back! I went and finally got to see the film in theaters (the first two times I watched it on Peacock)! I’m going to have a  direct continuation of my previous post!!

I feel like Mike and Ness get really close after the events of the movie. Like many people already HC, I think Ness is really invested in the mystery of Freddy’s. So when Mike suddenly quits and is literally ripped to shreds with Vanessa fucked up in the hospital, his theory senses are tingling. He doesn’t try to push Mike or Abby, even though it’s killing him to not know what is going on. While Mike is desperate to find a new job, he’s pretty much out of babysitters for Abby at this point. With Max dead, his Aunt out of commission, and Vanessa in the hospital, Ness graciously stands in for the others and ends up keeping Abby with him at the diner while Mike is job-hopping. 

Also, given the attack on their Aunt, they can’t stay in their house for a few weeks. Ness offers his tiny apartment to share, which prompts Ness and Mike to share a room, and well, after one night Mike and Ness both insist on sleeping on the floor, a bed as well. It’s super cute and domestic and it makes Mike yearn for a life like this. But, he’s still not quite ready to make a move on Ness; mostly because he’s still a little freshly traumatized by the events that just happened, but also because homeboy’s self-esteem is non-existent. Ness is still head over heels for Mike, but is trying to tone it down for the time being so he doesn’t freak Mike out. However, after about two weeks, when Abby crawls into bed with them both after a nightmare, Mike finally breaks down and tells Ness about what happened at Freddy’s.  He’s surprised when Ness just believes him. 

Once the bunny (ha) is out of the hat, Mike’s walls crumble a little bit more. Ness decides that this is the best time, and decides to plan a really cute night for the three of them. He makes them dinner and makes sure he has Abby and Mike’s favorite movies. It all goes fairly smoothly, Abby does end up eating most of her dinner, but Mike falls asleep part way through the first movie, and Ness ends up putting Abby to bed. When he’s in the hallway on his way back to Mike, he finds Mike there looking at him with a soft smile and he just leans in and kisses him. 

After that, they don’t really talk about it, but they’re just together from there. They’re not super out when they’re in public (mostly because it’s 2000, and we’re assuming this takes place in a mid-western state), but Abby understands that they’re together now. Nothing huge really changes between Mike and Ness, for the most part things stay the same. Ness still helps with Abby, they still have their lil movie/TV-watching sessions after Abby goes to bed. Where they used to awkwardly stay on opposite ends of the couch, they are cuddling now. (I agree with whoever said Mike is the little spoon because YES) It’s little kisses in the morning, holding hands when they’re able to get Abby from school together in the afternoons. 

Eventually, though Abby and Mike do move back into their house, this is mostly because, with Mike’s custody and house checks, they need to have more space in order to not tip off CPS that they’re gay. (Again, just basing this off the time period and the area we’re presuming this in, I could see the state using that against Mike) Ness still spends most nights at the house, and he has a toothbrush and drawer in Mike’s room.  

This is all I have for now!! Also, I’m not sure if I want their Aunt to be dead or just, have been attacked by Golden Freddy. I feel like it could have gone either way in the movie, and I think that it would probably make more sense for her to just be dead. I’m going to try and write more general HCs for these two tomorrow! Again, if someone wants to write this out as an actual fic, please feel free to do so! Just be sure to tag me so I can make sure I can read your work!

[tobythewise]

happy friday and welcome to dadwc!! how about some handers (or justhanders?) this week with the prompt: “You said you loved me last night.” “Drunk words don’t mean shit.”

happy writing!

Thank you so much for the prompt!! :D written for @dadrunkwriting I hope you enjoy!

Content: Handers, Mentions of drinking/being drunk, Mentions of Fenris and Merrill smooching, Getting Together, Sexual Content alluded to

Anders wakes slowly, cursing the pounding of his head. What the hell happened last night? 

He remembers being in Varric’s suite. He remembers cards. He vaguely remembers sitting in Varric’s lap? Wait no, that was Merrill’s lap. Or was it Hawke’s? 

Everything is fuzzy as he tries to think about the night before. Did he kiss someone? Anders is pretty sure he remembers watching two people kiss, but it doesn’t make much sense. There’s no way Merrill and Fenris locked lips. It’s more likely that Fenris would pull out Merrill’s heart than smooch her. But still, why can Anders picture it perfectly? 

How did he get so drunk? Usually between Justice and the taint he can’t get drunk so why does it feel like he’s been hit by a templar’s smite? And why does his mouth taste like cottony ass?

Anders blinks an eye open, finding himself shoved against the wall on his mattress. He groans before freezing, realizing with stark clarity that there’s a body pressing against his back.

What. The. Fuck.

If he turns around and finds Sebastian spooning him, he’s going to scream.

He searches his memories for anything that’ll tell him who the hell ended up in his bed last night but everything comes back blurry or blank. He’ll have to turn around and face whoever it is eventually but for just a moment, he revels in being close to someone again. 

It’s been so long since he’s allowed himself this type of closeness. 

Anders wants to stay here all morning, snuggled up to someone. He wants to allow himself to relax, but he can’t. He has far too much to do and he’s already starting to feel guilty for not being at the clinic already. He already had the night off yesterday, he can’t also take off all day today. 

There’s too much to do. There’s too much to plan. 

Just as Anders is working up the courage to turn around or scoot out of bed, a strong arm wraps around his waist, tugging him back against a broad chest. By Andraste, this feels so nice. It wouldn’t hurt anyone to stay just a little longer, right?

Anders looks ahead, trying to get some sort of bearings. He realizes with a start that he’s not in Varric’s suit any longer. Instead, he’s somehow found himself in Hawke’s bed. He might not be a detective but it’s not hard to figure out that the person spooning him is Hawke. 

How the fuck did he get here? 

Anders gets a vague impression of himself riding on Hawke’s back all the way up to Hightown. He didn’t really do that, did he? Oh fuck, he just barely keeps himself from groaning in embarrassment. 

This is why Justice doesn’t usually let him drink. 

Hawke’s hand finds a spot under his shirt, touching the bare skin of his belly and Anders shivers. Soft lips press against the back of his neck and Anders bites his bottom lip. Oh. That’s lovely. That’s everything he’s ever wanted. But he can’t actually have this, can he?

“Umm,” he says, clearing his throat. “Good morning?”

“A very good morning indeed,” Hawke says back, his voice somehow even deeper and gravely than usual. Oh no, he’s so hot, how the fuck is Anders supposed to push him away and get to the clinic now? “I could get used to this.”

Anders hums because he’s not sure what the hell he’s supposed to say. He’s starting to panic. He’s starting to think about how as much as he loves this, it’s going to end in disaster. 

Anders carefully flips over to his back and Hawke shifts along with him. He leans on his elbow, hovering over Anders. His face is usually so serious, but right now, the scowl is gone, replaced by a soft smile. Anders’ stomach flutters with butterflies. He feels like a young boy, before the templars tried to stomp down his spark. He feels full of possibilities, full of life. He feels free. 

“What happened last night?” Anders asks softly. “I don’t really remember a lot and the things I do are super blurry and confusing.” He stares up at Hawke for a long moment before asking, “did Merrill and Fenris kiss last night?”

Hawke chuckles. “They did but only because Varric dared them to.”

“Oh. Right. Of course. That makes perfect sense.”

Leaning down, Hawke kisses Anders cheek. Anders holds completely still, not wanting to break the moment. “Do you remember coming home with me last night?”

Anders lets out a long breath. “No.”

“Last night you kissed me.” 

“Was it a dare?” Anders asks slowly and Hawke shakes his head. His eyes are achingly fond. It makes Anders want to twist and twitch, feeling so unsure, so out of place. “Oh,” he says, not knowing what else to say. 

“You also told me you loved me.”

Fuck. There it is. It’s out in the open and sober Anders can’t take back his drunk words. Mostly because they’re true. 

“And how did you react?”

Hawke tilts his head. “Isn’t it obvious?” Instead of saying more, he leans down once more but instead of kissing his cheek, this time he kisses Anders’ lips. 

Anders freezes for a moment in complete shock but he quickly changes that. He wraps his arms around Hawke’s back and kisses him back with the same intensity that Hawke is kissing him. Hawke might not have said how he feels with words, but this kiss makes it hard for Anders to get it twisted. He feels the same. 

“Drunk words don’t mean shit,” Anders says, breathing heavily. “So let me make things clear now. I love you, Hawke.”

“That’s good to hear, Anders, because I feel the same. Now, do you want to keep talking about it, or can I find something more interesting for your mouth to be doing?”

Anders smirks and starts scooting down the bed in response.

[teaandransacking]

Heyyyyy <3

I just wanted to ask if you could write a Lockwood x reader where the reader can't sleep because she had to much coffee in the day because of pervious nights events and she needed the energy. So Lockwood cuddles with her until she falls asleep

Love flames xxxxx btw happy easter xxxxx

Of course! Thank you for the request <3

How much coffee can someone drink before the caffeine in it starts to give them adverse effects?

You stand in the kitchen of Portland Row, staring at the back of the tin of coffee. The only warning is: can lid and edges may be sharp after opening.

Fat lot of good that is, you think, snorting, and you’re about to spoon out another heap of coffee grounds into your mug when you notice your hand shaking a little.

Maybe it’s time to switch to decaf coffee. Or tea.

The kitchen door opens, interrupting you, and Lockwood saunters in. It’s the only way to describe his walk - although if Kipps is nearby, swagger works better.

He sniffs the air as he comes to stand next to you. “Not coffee again. Have you not tried tea?”

You shoot him a withering look. “Don’t you have any other jokes?”

He grins. “None you’d laugh at.” He takes a mug and a teabag from the cupboard, and looks at you again, and you get the feeling that he always sees more than you want him to. “Seriously, are you okay?”

You take a deep breath and sag against the kitchen worktop. “I keep thinking about the haunting last night. I expected it to be scary but instead, it was just…”

Letting your eyes drift closed, you picture the child ghost, scared, lashing out to protect itself from whatever, or more likely, whoever, had hurt it in life. 

“Sad,” Lockwood finishes, softly.

“And I don’t want to sleep, so.” You salute him with the empty mug.

He gently takes the mug from your hands. “I think I’m going to confiscate this and the tin of coffee. It’s about a hundred years old, anyway - definitely past its use by date.”

You chew your lip. “If you’re going to take the coffee away, I’ll need another way to stay awake.”

Lockwood shakes his head. “You’ve been awake for what, now - over twenty four hours? You need sleep, darling.”

The endearment makes your stomach flip in the most delicious way.

“But-”

“No buts.” He pushes aside his own mug. “What can I do to make you less afraid?”

A memory surfaces, but you hesitate.

He sees it. “What is it?

His voice is so gentle and his brown eyes are warm and bottomless.

“My mum used to curl herself around me, when I couldn’t sleep as a child.” Your face heats. “But I don’t-”

Lockwood nods, as if it’s settled. “That’s what we’ll do.”

You stifle a surprised laugh. You’ve been yearning after him for weeks and all you had to do was develop a little bit of insomnia?

Except it’s not really funny, is it? Not when you think back to the naked fear on that little visitor’s face.

“Are you sure?”

“I need my agents at full health,” he responds, but his tone is feather soft. He holds out his hand, palm up, and you put yours over it. His fingers curl around yours, and just that bit of contact sends every fibre of your being into a flurry of sparks.

Will you get any sleep with him so close?

“Where?” you ask.

“Your bed? If that’s okay, of course,” he adds.

That he’d repeatedly check with you is such a balm to your tired soul. “Yes. That’s perfect.”

Lucy and George are out. Lucy’s been drafted in as a deputy researcher today, so it’s just you and Lockwood at home. He leads you up the stairs to your room, and they creak under your steps, but it’s a happy, familiar sound.

You push the door open with your free hand.

“Pyjamas?” Lockwood asks.

“Nah.” You’re already wearing comfy clothes. Now that you’re faced with your bed, you’re exhausted. Tiredness drags at you with heavy hands. You yawn hugely.

“Excellent sleep prep,” Lockwood teases gently, as you toe off your slippers. 

You’re hesitant to get into bed, but he says, sensing your discomfort, “You go under the covers. I’ll go on top of them.”

“Thankyou.”

He inclines his head, says nothing, just waits for you.

You slip under the covers, but then your whole body tenses up. What if you dream of that small, sad face, frozen forever in fear?

Lockwood climbs on to the bed and settles in beside you.

“We put the child to rest,” he reminds you.

You turn to face him. “I’m afraid I’ll have a nightmare.”

Whisper-soft, he presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll stay here, so if you do, you can wake me up and tell me about it.”

You wouldn’t, you think. He always looks so tired. You wouldn’t wake him. You’d do anything to get him the rest he needs.

Maybe this will serve you both.

You snuggle up to him, as much as you can with the sheets and quilt between you. His lips are warm against your hairline. He folds his hands under his cheek and you do the same, facing each other like kids on a sleepover.

“Okay?” he asks.

Perfect. But you just say, “Yes. Thanks.”

But you can’t bring yourself to close your eyes.

Lockwood clears his throat and begins, “Did I ever tell you about the time George and I found a stray cat? It had this awful smell, and we decided to bathe it…”

The story is hilarious and sweet by turns, but you don’t hear the end. You fall asleep to Lockwood’s deep, soft voice and the feel of his warm body snuggled up to yours.

And in the morning, when you wake, rested, he’s snoring softly next to you, and it’s your new favourite way to wake up.

[theghostofcoldramen]

Haikyuu!! Boys, on your period

Warnings - Blood, The reader is implied to be female, but GN pronouns are used.

Note: This is my first time writing, so I hope this will suffice 🙏🏾. I just did whoever i had ideas for so i might do more if I get more ideas. Constructive criticism is appreciated! Hope you all enjoy (＾ω＾).

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Kageyama-

°Probably one of the most awkward conversations you will ever have. The more you explain, the more he gets confused. It's terrible.

°He is literally so confused when you get sudden mood swings.

°He gets better over time. He treats you gently. He also might get you snacks or something.

"So you bleed out of....your..." "Yes! That's what I've been saying for the past 30 minutes!" You frown. You were still in bed calling your boyfriend, hoping he could comfort you. Instead, he spent most of your time asking you more questions. "Can you just come over." You beg. Your hands are on your stomach, and haft of your face was buried into your pillow.

Your cramps were coming back for the 5th time."Oh, alright..." He answered still sounds unsure. A few minutes later, he enters your room with a plastic bag. "Um... I wasn't sure what to get you, so I bought snacks." He said, walking up to you. You giggle slightly. "Thanks, kags."

(He was probably the most OC one. Sorry kageyama lovers ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡)

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Nishinoya-

°I feel like you also need to explain what you're going through to him. Even if you do, he will always forget a minor detail. He'll be shocked when you tell him they're cramps involved even though you already told him that.

°You get an unlimited cuddle pass! (You kinda always have one, but shhhh) He normally wants to be the big spoon, but he'll be your personal teddy bear if you asked.

°PILLOW FORTS!!!

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You lay in the comforts of your bed. A fluffy blanket is draped on top over you. While your eyes are closed, trying to ingaing in a peaceful slumber, trying to ignore the puddle of blood in your pants and the fingers poking at your stomach. Fingers which belonged to your boyfriend, who was trying to convince you to get up for the "best surprise". "Babyyyy!" He dragged out. "I promise it's the best!" He frowned and looked up at you trying to give you his best puppy bog eyes. He stuck his bottom lip out a bit forming a pout. You looked at his begging face and felt the stinging pain of guilt.

How could you say no to that face. You slowly start to sit up, giving him the sign that you'll go along with whatever he has planned. He's face lights up and he takes your hands in his. "Okay okay! Now close your eyes!" He insisted. You rise an eyebrow at his request, but ultimately gave in to the request, closing your eyes. You feel his hands squeeze yours slightly as he guilds you while the world is filled with darkness temporarily. After a few moments, your guide stopped allowing you to open your eyes.

Your eyes adjust to the new light and you see, a fort made out of pillows and blankets draped over the couch and chairs from your dining room. How did Nishinoya manage to make all of this, is a question in the back of your mind. Your attention turned to your boyfriend who was puffing out his chest and grinning in pride. You shook your head and chuckled at his antics. You really love this man don't you.

Tanka-

°Probably knows the most out of all of them. His older sister told him everything. That being said, he has the most experience out of all the others. And if there's something he doesn't know, he will ask his sister.

°He treats you like royalty(when does he not) Heatpad? Check. Snacks? Already got them. Pads and / or tampons? Got them. Cuddles? Say no less! This man has it all.

You lay limp on the couch. How did you even get out of bed? It is mystery. Suddenly, you hear the doorbell ring, making you grumble. You reluctantly dragged yourself off the couch and walked to the front door. You were ready to release your anger out on the person who thought it was a good idea to make you get up. When you opened the door, you're greeted by your loving boyfriend, and your inraged expression turned into a puzzled one.

"Tanka? What are you -" Before you could even finish your sentence, giant arms wrapped around you, engulfing you in a warm embrace. "My y/ n senses were tingling! So I came running." He answered, breaking the hug to show you what he got of you. He held a plastic bag filled with your favorite snacks and things you needed to get through the day. You look up at him, your eyes wide in disbelief. No one has ever gone through this much effort to comfort you before.

Seeing Tanka show this mush love made you forget your painful morning. He sets the bag aside and gives you another hug, rubbing your back and swaying side to side. You nuzzle into the crock of his neck, returning the hug. No words could express how lucky you felt. "I won't let the evil period monsters hurt you, baby."

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[ichinoue]

Has Ichigo ever had any individual monologues or thoughts about Orihime like he has with Rukia? Has he ever specifically singled her and her importance on his life out? Besides the "I will protect her" moment which I know was absolutely about Orihime. Signed, an Ichiruki who doesn't hate Orihime and likes Ichihime a tad but wants a different take other than from other Ichiruki shippers.

Nope. And I think that was deliberate on Kubo's part.

Because Ichigo's feelings for Orihime were supposed to be hidden, they were supposed to be a secret, a mystery that the reader was meant to figure out over time, rather than being spoon-fed a quick and easy "I love Orihime" monologue. I believe Kubo chose to show, not tell when it came to Ichigo's feelings for Orihime. Which makes for so much better and interesting writing.

It was "safe" to share with the reader Ichigo's thoughts about Rukia (or Chad, or Ishida, or whoever else) in monologues, because his thoughts about her weren't romantic; he could monologue about her being important in his life, because that was absolutely true, but there wasn't anything deeper than that in a romantic sense. There weren't any hidden feelings for her that Kubo risked unveiling if we delved into his thoughts. So there was no fear of spoiling the ending of "who will end up with who?" or feeling the need to pair people up too early once feelings have been confirmed on both sides (and Kubo said he purposely waited until the end to pair the couples up).

We read Ichigo's thoughts about Rukia, and what did we learn? That it was all platonic! He never expressed any feelings of romance in those monologues. His motivations and reasoning were made clear.

While Orihime...? We had *no idea* what he was thinking about when it came to her. Kubo purposely kept it hidden. He could have been thinking anything (😏😉🤫) because we just didn't know. And not knowing left the door wide open for the possibility of him having feelings for her.

We could only make inferences based off of his actions, the way he acted towards her and around her, and pick up on the patterns over time, how it all pointed to his purposely hidden feelings for her.

You can see it in the way his usual prickly disposition softens around her, the way his enemies target her more than anyone else just to get to him, the blind rage when his enemies taunt him about her, his all-out panic when he thinks she's in danger, how flustered he gets when people tease him about her, the depression when he realized she was abducted, the puppy dog eye way he looks at her when he realizes she's okay again.

You see him looking at her with relief whenever she cries and thanks him for being okay after a battle, you see his shoulders sag with guilt as he apologizes for failing to protect her, you see him bowing before her when he makes the vow to protect, grinning as he tells Grimmjow he's not allowed to get hurt anymore because Orihime said so, rising up from the dead for her, getting stronger when she's near him in the gamespace, the rage when Tsukishima calls her on the phone in front of him, the devastation in his eyes when she heals Tsukishima's arm, the trust he feels in asking her to go two-to-one against Yhwach.

You never hear him thinking about any of this--not once. But you don't need to. It all became so obvious over time.

[materassassino]

13 books tag game

Was tagged by @polarcell! Heeeee~ I'm so glad I've gotten back into reading and can do this happily without struggle!

1) The last book I read:

Infidels by Andrew Wheatcroft. It's mediocre. The research is only strong when it concerns Spain, and everything else is skimmed over heavily. There is a distinct lack of Arab/Muslim sources the further along you go with blatant biases towards the Western pov and the end is absolutely fucking incoherent. Not a complete loss but mostly useless and woefully caught up in the madness that was America post-invasion of Iraq.

2) A book I recommend:

A Natural History of Dragons by Marie Brennan. I recommend it to literally everyone whenever I can, the whole series is so good.

3) A book that I couldn’t put down:

Much to my chagrin, Carry On by Rainbow Rowell. It reads like a fanfic so it flows dangerously fast and I read it all in one sitting. However I don't think it's particularly... good? It's fine, but it's verging on the "empty entertainment" I dislike from fiction books I read.

4) A book I’ve read twice (or more):

Apart from the worst possible answer (I read Prisoner of Azkaban so many times between the ages of nine and fifteen it's basically imprinted on the inside of my skull), I'm going to say The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. It's the first Narnia book I read, and it's still my favourite. I love Reepicheep so much it's stupid.

5) A book on my TBR:

There are so goddamn many Jesus wept. Perhaps Madhouse at the End of the Earth by Julian Sancton. Continue some good old-fashioned Hubris in the Artic/Antartic genre of historical event.

6) A book I’ve put down:

Price and Prejudice. Trying to get a middle schooler to read this was a stupid endeavour and I hated it and did not finish it. Nor do I ever actually want to. It takes a lot for me to actually put down a book and not finish it.

7) A book on my wish list:

The Best Land under Heaven by Michael Wallis. I've yet to read something comprehensive about the Donner Party and this one looks good.

8) A favorite book from childhood:

The Dragon's Quest by Rosemary Manning. I loved how eloquent and charming the dragon was.

9) A book you would give to a friend:

Piranesi by Susanna Clarke. It changed me and I need to pass on the smell of the sea and the feel of salt-stained marble.

10) A book of poetry or lyrics that you own

Literally the only poetry book I own is The Penguin Book of Greek Verse and I've barely touched it. I don't really do poetry.

11) A nonfiction book you own:

How am I supposed to choose? I have so many that I bought for uni and for my own enjoyment. I guess I'll choose The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine by Ilan Pappé. I have yet to read it because it requires a lot of spoons to read books like this right now, and I used a lot of them up on The Hundred Years' War on Palestine by Rashid Khalidi.

12) What are you currently reading:

Hurdy Gurdy by Christopher Wilson and Same-Sex Marriage in Renaissance Rome by Gary Ferguson. I'm enjoying Hurdy Gurdy so far, I forget how quickly fiction goes compared to non-fiction. Same-Sex Marriage is proceeding apace, but I really should have taken more notes as I read, if I'm going to be writing fic based on it.

13) What are you planning on reading next?

Fuck if I know, I'll just pull something out of the towering pile and get to it. It has to have the right Vibes for the moment, though, and those Vibes are mysterious at best.

Tagging @nightbirdz, @gravity-loves-me, @dangerouscommiesubversive, @maered613, @veradragonjedi, @ctrldao3, @teta-veleta and whoever else wants to do this!

[telli1206]

for the sharing a bed prompts, 35 and Malvie? (or whoever you feel inspired to write!)

Absolutely! Thanks for the ask, Anon!

35. “I wanna be big spoon this time.” “But you’re tiny.”

Mal bites down on her lip as hard as she can, trying her best to stifle the giggle buried in her throat. She swats the relentless fingers digging into her side, ones with pretty, long red fingernails that only make the tickling feel even more merciless with every deliberate jab.

"Eves, stop it already!" Mal gasps, grabbing at the girl's wrists and shoving them behind her. “Cease, desist! Uncle!”

Evie pulls back long enough so Mal can roll over and face her. She’s gasping deeply, her laughter coming out in breathless wheezes, and Mal can’t stop herself from smiling a little at the sight of Evie’s brightly flushed cheeks and wide smile.

“Ok, ok, have you had your fun now?” Mal quips. Evie nods silently, still trying to catch her breath. Mal pulls at one of her hands, bringing it close to her chest and stroking it lightly with her thumb.

“You know, if I didn’t love you so much Princess, that sense of humor of yours could get you in some big trouble.”

“Oh come on, Mal,” Evie whines, leaning in to peck her lips lightly. “I was just having a little fun. Besides, your skin is so soft, it’s hard to resist a little tickle when I’m hugging you like that.”

Mal rolls her eyes at that, and Evie bursts another giggle as she buries her face into her girlfriend’s neck, her nose scrunching as purple strands brush her skin.

“Whatever. Then it’s my turn next. You know, you’ve got soft skin too, Eves.”

She nudges in a little with her nose, letting it graze Evie’s jaw and prompting more giggles. Evie pulls back then, eyeing Mal and perking a curious brow.

“So, you’re saying you want to be the big spoon, then?”

Evie smirks when Mal nods back vigorously, planting a hand just over Mal’s shoulder so she can lift herself up. She hovers over Mal and leans in close, letting their noses just barely touch.

“But, babe,” she coos, smiling wide when Mal snorts at her nasally tone. “You’re...tiny.”

“What?!” Mal’s eyes blow wide with shock, and Evie lets out a quiet chuckle as she boops Mal’s nose with her finger.

“Oh stop, you know you’re still the biggest baddie at this school,” Evie scoffs, letting her hand cup Mal’s cheek. “You’re just, the littlest...biggest baddie, too. And that’s not a bad thing!”

Mal thrusts her hips up, knocking Evie back in a fit of laughter. She’s quick to overtake the bluenette, swinging a leg over her hips to straddle her and taking her wrists in both hands.

“You’d going to pay for that, princess,” she growls lightly, and dips down to pepper kisses up and down Evie’s face and neck. The girl’s laughter comes in short bursts as she gasps for air under Mal’s assault, bucking half-heartedly as if she’s trying to throw Mal off of her. But not really.

“Fine, you win!” Evie groans, whipping her head from side to side until Mal finally relents and sits back up. She doesn’t let go of Evie’s wrists though, and just continues to stare down at her, grinning triumphantly.

“I win? So, I get to be big spoon?” she declares as she lets herself flop to Evie’s side.

“Yes,” Evie snickers, turning her body to face Mal. “You can be my littlest...biggest spoon.”

Mal groans and smacks a hand to her face, dragging it down to fix a glare at Evie’s too-proud smirk.

“Fuck, you’re lucky you’re so cute, you know that?”

Evie hums happily, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Mal’s lips.

“Hm, yes. I’m lucky you’re mine, too.”

Mal sighs and reaches out to stroke her fingers through Evie’s soft blue strands.

“You know just what to say to get yourself out of trouble, don’t you?”

“Yep.” Evie admits, making sure to pop her p. “You taught me well, big baddie.”

Mal chuckles and shoves at her shoulder, pushing forcefully to turn Evie back around. When her back is to Mal, she makes a show of slinging an arm and leg over Evie’s body, pulling her close and kissing her cheek from behind.

“That’s big spoon to you, Eves.”

Send me an ask!

[mossyivy]

Hi, thank you for your Eddie alphabet and your take and opinion on him. But I just really feel like every letter is the opposite of what you wrote.

And with most ficus I see on here I think he is more of the type to fall head over heels because he has never had someone who genuinely live him so much and loves to prove it to him. Maybe at first he doesn’t know how to be affectionate but he quickly learns and he is one of those people that simply touching you is so comforting to him. His loud obnoxious self would thrive as usual but the second you walk over to join him that’s when he needs just a small hand touch or hold and the two of you would do the whole 3 squeeze thing meaning I love you as you both fake listen to something Geraeth is saying and then when you get to his place or yours that’s when he or you has to be hanging off each other. He would at first love holding you and being the big spoon and then the one time you hold him and naturally comfort him he is shocked that this could be something and he is obsessed with it.

Sorry I’ve been awake for 4 days and I’m delusional but I just feel like what what you wrote would be more like Eddie not ever having any type of affection so he is scared or nervous and just doesn’t know how to be domestic or affectionate. He was raised by his dad being the typical trash with a different partner every night and only fucking for his relief. And so that’s how Eddie thought he was supposed to be too. Because when he moves in with Wayne, we’ll Wayne never had anyone over. So I can see that as a very realistic Eddie irl. Like if he legitimately when to school with you and what like “why the fuck is this girl always looking at me?” Lmao that is actually the situation I found myself in a few times in high school. Those guys would notice me notice them and because I was the girl who never had a boyfriend but genuinely hung out with every single group. Like I made friends very easily. But when I had a crush I’d try to shrink and turn invisible. So those guys feel like an Eddie that is just not comfortable with a girl not really similar to him at least when it comes to social life and looks so he would be kind of mean and ignore you because you were probably dared to. And if something did happen since he was raised with toxic masculinity he would be that way until he actually falls and that takes a very very long time.

Here's a wonderful post on fandom etiquette before you read!

I'm just gonna start this out by saying I respect your opinion and see what you're trying to say but this just feels disrespectful on so many levels.

This is the kind of thinking that makes people not want to join in on the fun parts of fandom.

As someone who's been in fandom for almost 14 years now it's getting really tiring seeing people try to make characters fit into little boxes. The point of fan fiction is for fans to make content of the media they consume.

FAN MADE CONTENT, BY FANS FOR FANS!

We as fans do not NEED to fit the portrayal of canon content, we are not the creators of the media we consume. And a lot of fan fiction is based around content we don't even get to see.

Like with this anonymous ask, you can interpret a character anyway you feel like you need to. But that doesn't mean you need to push that idea onto other people.

An finally to whoever you are to sent me this ask:

Please don't do this ever again to anyone let alone just me.

The only reason I'm even responding to you is to use your ask as an example of how to NOT act in fandom. And if you really didn't agree with how I represented a character you could have just not read it.

When writing for Eddie I used my own experiences to go off of from being bullied for quite literally my entire educational experience until college. I find him the most relatable because of what we do know about him. Like a lot of people do because we hardly know anything about Eddie.

So maybe in the future think before you send.

Sorry to be flooding the tags with this, just making sure it's reaching it's intended audience!

[lanternsquids]

ok I wasn’t gonna add on to this but I’m unfortunately A Talker who Loves to Talk.

Cryn pretty much summarized everything you’re lashing out against pretty well - characters don’t need to turn to a metaphorical camera and say “Hello! I am (insert gender) and (insert sexuality)!” for them to be that thing… And art in general doesn’t usually spoon feed you the meaning of it (I am a passionate hater of that “the curtains are blue” post) and most readers will have their own takeaway from something whether the author meant that to be the takeaway or not. If someone reads your book and it resonates with them because of their background or identity, that’s just as meaningful, if not more meaningful than what the author actually meant. That’s kind of how art works….

On your other point about enstars having shallow themes you picked one of the worst mobile idol gacha games to make this argument about. If you haven’t read any of the stories from the games, I genuinely implore you to! I don’t want to assume but I’m guessing you’re upset about this as someone who is a member of the lgbt community, and as far as mobile idol gacha games go, enstars has some very fun writing in it that deals with queer themes of identity and expression. It’s not “perfect”, but if you want a perfect piece of media that’s a holy beacon of any identity that covers every single nuance of that identity, you are going to be searching forever for it… Also you’re like. completely disregarding fan creation? A lot of fan creators are queer and are taking bits & pieces from the game and fleshing them out in a way that appeals to them! If ensemble stars as a standalone game doesn’t appeal to you or doesn’t meet your (seemingly. very high) standards, go look at some fan art, writing, comics, etc! Or make your own!

Lastly, why is your final gut punch statement to criticize me for liking BL….? Like as a gay man yeah I can make the “anon I am a gay man” joke, but there’s really nothing wrong with liking man/man love stories no matter what your identity is to be honest. It’s much more complex than “Robin is a gay man so he can read BL but if he wasn’t it would be weird” . I can literally count on my fingers how many straight women (as in I am completely confident they are cisgender and heterosexual, they have told me such. And this can change, too!) who like yaoi I’ve been offput by. The “straight women are the only people consuming male/male love stories” narrative is kind of a weird big fantasy a lot of people have constructed that isn’t actually accurate in 2023.

Please don’t harass other people over this, and consider talking to people like me and Cryn and whoever else you’ve sent stuff to face to face…? You seem like you’re a very upset person, and it might do you well to think about why you’re feeling this way instead of sending messages like this.

Of course you wouldn’t understand, do you just enjoy reposting people trying to have a genuine dialogue with someone about their thoughts on a game profiting off of queerbait? You do know ensemble stars’s main target audience is straight women, right? It’s not a “good queer story” at all, maybe don’t reblog people talking about its “themes” (which are literally so shallow) and find a story written by actual queer creators? You act like you’re some BL obsessed freak anyways.

anon i am a gay man

[ongaku-ato-kakikomi]

Can you do a polly billy loomis X reader X stu marcher where they find out the reader has been dressing up as ghostface and killing people out of love and obsession over the killer? If jot thats all okie dokie have a great day and remember to take breaks while writing!

Laughter erupts from your table as soon as Stu lets another one of his jokes out, a genuine smile creeping up on Billy's lips. College sure was different than high school.

"Oh, shit!" A girl named Emma gives out that word in a worried tone, her eyes opening wide as she realizes something. "Didn't we have a paper to give in today?"

"Um, yeah." Brian rolls his eyes at her, taking a bite out of his lunch as he speaks. "Worth like... twenty percent of our grade."

"Fuck." Emma's face falters into a look of pure panic, her hand grabbing her head. "Fuck!"

"Ha-ah!" Stu points at her with a wide grin on his face, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Sucks to be you!"

Billy quirks an eyebrow at him, an unreadable look on his face. "What are you laughing at, dipshit? You haven't written a single paper since the beginning of the semester."

"I'm different." The blond sticks his tongue out. "I choose to suck."

"Hm-hm." You hum from your place, your lips letting go of your straw so you can speak up. "Must be why you call me in a panic every week to help you put bullshit on a piece of paper last minute."

"I-!" Stu opens his mouth wide with shock just as your friends snort, his eyes soon squinting at you. "Traitor!"

You give out a wider grin. "You're welcome."

Billy chuckles at the exchange, his head slumping on one of his hands in a lazy way as he turns his eyes to you. Aside from Stu, you were probably the one he liked the most in the group. Less annoying than the others, you were funny, smart, and had a similar sense of humour to his and Stu's.

"Oh, did you guys hear?" Brian gives out a grin, his mouth half-full of food. "Ghostface struck again last night."

Billy quirks an eyebrow at that, slight confusion rising inside his chest as he gives Stu a look. "He did?"

Stu frowns, slightly shaking his head at the black-haired boy, which only increases Loomis' confusion.

"Oh yeah! I heard about that on the radio this morning." Emma raises a finger, a frown appearing on her face as she tries to remember the exact words. "He killed a bunch of girls at one of the college's dormitories two towns away."

Brian chuckles, taking yet another spoonful of his food. "Heard it was a real carnage."

"About time." You take another sip of your drink, an unreadable look on your face as you give Billy and Stu a look. "Feels like months since they last killed."

Emma snorts, one of her fists gently punching your arm. "You're such a creep, (Y/N)! I bet you're the only one who's a fan of this guy."

Your lips stretch to form a strange grin. "What can I say? I admire the work."

Billy quirks an eyebrow at your choice of words, but it's Stu that speaks up first. "Did you say 'they'?"

You just shrug at the question, staying silent as you intently into the blond's orbs.

"I'm lowkey scared, though." Brian speaks up from his place, a slight frown taking over his face. "It's his first time killing at a college. What if ours is next?"

"What?" Emma snorts once more. "Scared he'll hang you using your own guts?"

Brian answers that question by throwing a spoonful of his food at the girl, making her give out a loud laugh as she avoids it. Billy's eyes squint at the exchange, slight annoyance overcoming him as he realizes someone's out there copying their work.

"What makes you think it's the real Ghostface?"

"Police said it was the same costume, same MO." Brian shrugs, not at all bothered by Loomis' question. "If it's not him, then whoever it was did a pretty good job playing him."

Stu crosses his arms over the table, curiosity all over his face as his lips stretch onto his cheeks. "What town was it?"

"Burbank or something," Emma responds without even thinking; though, her eyes seem to widen with recognizance as she turns her head to you. "Wait. Weren't you in that town last night?"

"... I was." You let go of your straw to speak, your words coming out at a slow pace. "Huge party downtown, remember?"

"Yeah, and you didn't invite me." She gives out a pout, gently shaking your shoulder as revenge. "Meanie!"

You just chuckle at her words, a strange look in your eyes. "Sorry, I only had one VIP ticket."

Stu gives out a chuckle. "You're lucky you weren't gutted."

"Yeah." Billy manages to give out a smile, his mind still filled with annoyance and confusion as he speaks. "Would have been a bummer to lose you."

You give back a grin. "Really?"

"It really would have." Brian points at you with his poon. "Heard there was only one survivor."

You seem to freeze for a moment, your eyes slowly looking back at your friend. "Was there?"

"Yeah... she's barely alive in the hospital right now." Brian shakes his head, words pouring out of his mouth faster than he can think. "Said she managed to cut the killer's hand, though."

Your fingers tighten their grip on your drink, your smile hardening. "Really?"

Brian hums as a response, he and Emma completely unaware of the changes in your behaviour. Billy's eyes notice you pulling your other hand towards yourself, hiding it under the table out of view; though, he does manage to notice what seems to be a scare on the back of your palm right as you do so, the Loomis boy quirking an eyebrow at you.

"Hurt yourself, (Y/N)?"

You look into his eyes as soon as you hear his question, an unreadable glint in your pupils.

"Got in a fight with some bitch at the party." Your lips form a dark grin as you speak. "I won, though."

"Nice!" Stu holds his head up with both of his hands, his eyes now fully staring at you with a newfound interest. "How did it feel?"

You tilt your head at him, taking another sip of your drink. "Exhilarating."

Stu's lips stretch out onto his cheeks at your answer, his eyes rapidly turning towards Billy with a silent question in them. The black-haired boy doesn't even acknowledge it, though, instead of continuing to stare at you as he lays out a question for your other friends.

"The costume's still selling. And the MO's easy to copy." Billy takes a look at Brian, an unreadable look on his face. "How do they know it's not a copycat?"

"Dude." Brian snorts, shaking his head. "Why would anyone copy Ghostface? The killer's not even caught yet."

"Maybe someone really admires their work." You stare intently at Billy, a knowing grin on your lips. "Wanted to show some appreciation or something."

Billy squints his eyes at you. "What if Ghostface doesn't like to be copied?"

"Copycat's bad, then." Your grin widens for a second. "Won't do it again without permission."

"If I were Ghostface..." Stu stretches his arms out, a wide grin on his face. "I'd give that copycat permission to kill anyone."

"Well, how kind of you, Stu."

The Loomis' stares at you for a moment, his lips stretching out into a smirk a few seconds later as a low chuckle comes out of his throat. "I guess Ghostface and the copycat could work together as well."

"You guys are so fucking weird." Emma snorts, her eyes looking at you two with an unsure look in her eyes. "You're almost sounding like you're the killers yourself."

Stu gives out a loud laugh at those words, a bright light appearing in his eyes as he sticks out his tongue.

"Wouldn't it be more fun if we were, though?"

You chuckle at his words, taking yet another sip out of your drink under Billy and Stu's eyes.

These next few weeks are sure to be interesting.