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[rainbowdelicsunshine]

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Here's one of my most favorite pictures of Scarface!Chucky when he's smiling that I was lucky enough to have screenshot at the perfect time!

I just like how this was one of his few soft, genuine smiles that I really miss about in Scarface!Chucky!

Thank you soso much for coming by my inbox Beetle my amazing buddy, I hope to see you here again and that you have a fantastic night!!

[devotedfem]

«Scream»

Synopsis: It's late and you're watching horror movies. But someone's calling you, a weirdo asking you questions about classic horror films. Nothing was wrong until he started to threat you, and when you hang up the phone you realized there's murderers wearing ghostface masks in your house.

Maknae line (poly) x f. Reader

2.7K words.

Genre: Scream au | yander-ish.

Tags: psycopaths maknae line, mind games, psychological terror, murderers (implied but not described), betrayal, the maknae line are a menace here, emotional conflict, delusional maknae line, angry reader, very VERY dubious consent (coercion is not consent so read with caution), happy ending for them not for reader, smut, overstimulation.

A/N: I'm so sorry for disappearing for literally a month, i moved to another country and life has been very stressful lately, so yeah i took a break from writing but here i am again, writing lots of vminkook p0rn. Hope you enjoy!

From the series masterlist; Final girl.

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You’re eating popcorn, resting on your couch with your feet up on the armchair. You took a gulp of your coke can without breaking your gaze from the tv screen, you startled staining your shirt when the slasher appeared from nowhere, you cursed under your breath taking off your shirt but before you can go to your room to change, your phone vibrated with notifications. You turned them off because the boys always get annoying on the weekends.

You opened the group chat, rolling your eyes when you see the 123 unread messages.

Group chat: Y/n and the homos.

Jiminie: Guys can u please stfu for a moment, I wanna sleep but u don’t stop talking shit.

You: let’s kicked them out of the group Jiminie, I swear I can’t even watch a movie in peace.

Jjk: u two r so fcking boring.

Tae: right? Like can u two at least read what were talking abt.

You: we’re*

Jiminie: lol

Jjk: Guys this is serious, there’s a sicko killing people wearing a ghostface mask.

You: Ghostface masks are hot.

Tae: ??

Jjk: ???????

Jiminie: ik right

You: Anyway, maybe is just a rookie killer without imagination, like it’s Halloween and there’s a lot of sickos around here. Just closed ur doors and don’t be a pussy.

Tae: I’m literally speechless.

Jiminie: Bye I’m sleeping, stfu.

Jjk: we warned u.

You dropped your phone on the couch, walking to your kitchen to make more popcorn. You missed the plot twist of the movie because of your friend’s annoying group chat.

You were on your bra and pajama pants, not caring about anything in the world. Until your home phone rings in your kitchen making you stop immediately. You frowned tilting your head to the side, watching the old home phone still ringing. It’s being ages since someone called to that number, you didn’t even know that the ancient thing was still working.

“Odd,” you murmured to yourself, answering the phone.

“Hello?”

You heard a heavy breath on the other side of the phone. The person says nothing back, making you frown.

“Who’s this? And why are you calling to this number?” Your patience was running thin ice.

“I’m watching you,” said a man with a low voice.

You rolled your eyes with annoyance.

“Is this a prank? Don’t call to this number again or I’ll fuck you up.”

You were about to hang up the phone but a deep chuckle from the man stopped you. Why does he sound familiar to you?

“Are you watching Friday the 13th?” He taunted. His voice sounded odd, like if he was lowering it purposely.

Your stomach sink with dread, your heart rate speed up when you heard from the tv the slasher killing people.

“What if I do?” You gritted between teeth, keeping an eye on your surroundings. You won’t show fear to that weirdo.

 “Let’s play a game, I’ll ask you some questions about horror movies. And if you answer wrong, I’ll kill you.”

Your eyes widened by his words, you were about to hang up and call the police but the other man was quicker than you.

“If you hang up or try to touch your fucking phone I’ll slice your neck,” the threat made you freeze on your place, the wire of the home phone wouldn't let you move far away anyway.

You felt your eyes sting up with tears by fear. You remember Jungkook and Taehyung warning.

Your breath turned shallow and your grip on the home phone started to tremble. You felt cornered and scared.

“What’s the identity of the masked killer of Scream?”

You inhaled deep, this one was easy.

“Uhm, his name was Billy, Sidney’s boyfriend.”

Your eyes roamed your kitchen, watching your surroundings again with dread and fear.

“Good.”

You couldn’t help but frown again because he sounded so familiar to you, but you can’t pinpoint of whom that voice belongs to.

“Last one; what’s the plot twist of Friday the 13th?”

Fucking fucker.

This time your eyes blurred by unshed tears because of how nervous and panicked you felt. You’ve never been good at dealing with strong emotions, even when you try to act tough, in your insides you’re very easy to scare and intimidate.

“I- please i-I don’t know,” you stuttered with quivering lips, you feel like having a panic attack.

“Look behind you, sweetheart.”

Your breath hitched sharply, you turned your neck to look behind you, widening your eyes and screaming at the top of your lungs when you saw a man in your kitchen, wearing a ghostface mask and waving his unoccupied hand at you.

And then you run.

And he did it too.

You grabbed your phone from the couch, noticing with horror how the SIM card was missing. But you didn’t have time to linger about that thought.

You listened to his steps chasing you from behind, making you run faster by the increase of adrenaline pumping your veins.

You tried to open the front door of your house, but it didn’t budge. You were home alone, your parents went out in a trip.

You were fucked up.

Without any more options, you climbed the staircases hiding in a bathroom.

You try texting your parents but it was past midnight and your phone didn’t have its sim card, so you can’t call neither text.

That’s why you opened the app where you and your friends have the group chat.

Group chat: Y/n and the homos.

You: CALL THE POLICE THERE’S SOMEONE IN MY HOUSE AND THEYTOOKMYSIM CARD

Jjk: y/n? what the fuck, that’s not funny.

You: PLEASE IM NOT JOKING AND I CANTK CALLM THEPLICE

Tae: are you being serious right know?

Jiminnie: you guys again?

Jjk: Y/n’s saying there’s someone in her house but she can’t call the police but she can chat with us lol.

You: GUYS PLEASEIMSERIUS PLEASE HES COMING I NEED YOUR HELP CALL THE POLICE!!!!!!!!!!!

Tae: dude writing in capitals won’t make your prank more credible

You screamed into your hand with frustration, pulling your hairs out and weeping with fear, you wanted to smash your head against the tiles by exasperation. They weren’t taking you seriously.

Then you half open the door quietly, watching the murderer roaming the hallway. When he turned his back to you, distracted on his phone, you took yours to snap a picture of him.

Group chat: Y/n and the homos.

You: *send picture*

You: THIS IS HIM HES INMYHOUSE

Jjk: what the fuck

You: JUNGKOOK IM HAVINGAPANICK ATTACK CALL THE FUCKING POLICE OR ILL KILL YOU MYSELF

Tae: Damn no need to be so harsh y/n, calm down.

You: CALL THE POLICE YOU MORONS

Jiminnie: u guys r so annoying

You: jiminniehelp me please please please im scared imnot lying

Jjk: y/n you’re making me worry, aren’t you fucking with us?

You: NOO!!!!!!!!

Tae: oh well, then we should do something abt it

You: OFC U IDIOT

Jjk: yeah ur right tae, what we should do?

You: CALLTHEPOLICE?????!!!!!!!!

Tae: u think so?

Jjk: mm not so sure

Tae: and u Jiminnie, what do u think?

You: guys whats happening, please im scared

Jiminnie: I think I’ll go and help my y/n.

You frowned with trembling hands, tasting the saltiness of your silent tears. You were about to throw up and insult them again but the bathroom’s door opening made you jump with fear.

“Here you are.”

In any other circumstance you would scream and run for your life, you would grab something from the bathroom to throw it at him and save your life. But none of that happened, you stayed in your spot freeze, maybe because you were having a panic attack, but even then your primal instincts should fuel you to run. But that wasn’t the reason of your frozen state. Not at all. It was the fact that you recognized that voice.

“You… are you…”

Then the murderer took off his ghostface mask, tilting his head to the side and making your heart shatter.

“Yes my y/n?”

Jimin, fucking Park Jimin.

The deep fear was replaced by ugly hurt and anger. You saw red, walking towards him with your fists clenched, you punched him on his shoulder but he didn’t budge.

“How dare you scared me like that! You think is funny?! I hate you so much, I don’t want to see your fucking face ever again. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, with angry tears streaming to your chin.

“You thought I was joking?” he asked with mirth, the dark glint in his eyes turned your stomach with dread.

“Just get out Jimin,” you said tired and hurt.

“Y/n, I’m here to kill you-”

And just by that your fear came back twice as hard, your ears buzzed clogging up Jimin’s next words.

You ignored your throat lump of hurt and betrayal, you felt numb while running away from him, hiding in one of the bottom’s cabinets of your kitchen.

You wrapped your arms around your legs, pulling your knees to your chest. You cried until you felt your eyes swelling.

“Y/n? Baby where are you?”

Your eyes widened at Taehyung’s sweet voice calling for you.

You didn’t think twice before opening the cabinet and throwing yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Taehyung chuckled hugging you back as hard, stroking your hair while you’re crying on his neck.

“There there, nothing bad will happen to you.”

The shinning knife in Taehyung’s other hand knocked some sense into you. The realization of your reality hit you hard making you gasp and break the hug in a flash, you watched him with your jaw set and your eyes showing the deep hurt and betrayal you felt inside.

Taehyung foxy smile widened on his lips, he pouted when you took a step back from him.

“I won’t hurt you, I promise,” he said softly, biting his bottom lip to stop a smirk.

You let him come closer to you just a step, and then you blow his head with a pan making him whimper with pain. You used his moment of confusion to run away past him.

You opened a window to get out of your house, your ears were buzzing by the raw adrenaline pumping your veins like liquid fire.

You were so, so close to reach your car until you’re not. The next thing you know is that you’re falling face down on the floor by a body launching at your back. You groaned with pain, feeling the body pinning you to the ground by its weight.

“Caught you,” Jungkook’s voice taunted against your ear, sounding out of breath.

You screamed at the top of your lungs, making Jungkook cursed under his breath. He covered your mouth quickly, lifting your body to take you inside the house again.

Your eyes were too swollen by the amount of tears you shed tonight, you were tired and hurt by their sick game.

Jungkook sat on your couch with you on his lap, one arm wrapped around your naked waist to pull you against his chest.

“Isn’t she so cute?” asked Jimin sighing dreamily, you felt acid rage running your veins. You felt like being mocked on.

“A little feisty, but pretty.” Taehyung sat beside you on the couch, his forehead dripping a little bit of blood. You smiled wide at his wound.

“Did it hurt?” You pointed to his forehead, he simply nodded with the corner of his lips curling down.

“Good,” you grinned with hatred.

“Now now, no need to be mean to our Taetae.” Jimin squatted before you, stroking your cheek even when you flinched your face away with disgust.

“No need to be fucking weirdos either, if you want to kill me do it already.” And then you literally spat on Jimin’s face, but to your horror and disgust he grinned wide tasting your drool with his tongue.

You wanted to throw up at the nasty sight.

“Sweetheart, we don’t want to hurt you, even less kill you,” chuckled lowly Jungkook behind you, his grip on your waist tightened a little.

“What? But Jimin said-“

“I didn't say anything, silly. You didn't even let me finish before running away,” Jimin sighed standing up, getting out of the living room and leaving you there feeling totally lost.

“Then… why are you guys doing this?” You whispered weakly, feeling way more unease than before.

“You’ll see.” Whispered back Taehyung near your ear, chuckling when you flinched.

And you did see it.

Jimin dragged your parent’s tied bodies to the floor of the living room, making your stomach sink with horror and dread.

“We came here to kill them.” Grinned proudly Jimin, kicking your dad’s side when he tried to wiggle out of his ties.

“Why!? Leave them alone they did nothing wrong!” You shouted at the top of your lungs, so loud that your throat hurt.

Jimin’s face morphed into an enraged scowl. He walked towards you in two large steps, gripping your chin up roughly. His jaw was set and his gaze hard.

“Shut up, before I cut your tongue.” He hissed with fury swimming in his brown eyes.

You whimpered afraid, recoiling into Jungkook’s chest unconsciously. Jimin’s always been scary when he’s pissed off, but never to this point.

Jimin’s face softened immediately at your fearful expression, you saw a hint of regret in his gaze.

“Hey, don’t scare her.” Jungkook snapped soothing you when you cried, he hugged you tightly. But his soft kiss on your temple didn’t comfort you at all, it only made you wailed harder with disgust.

“Puh-please just… leave us alone, what do you want?” You asked with labored breaths, you looked up hopeless at Jimin.

“Hyung,” warned Taehyung darkly. He sounded on edge by your cries.

“We want you.” Said Jimin with a cold voice.

“And we’re pissed at your parents for lying to you about us.” Continued Jungkook with a thick angered voice.

“So, we came here to teach them a lesson.” Grinned widely Taehyung like a sadist.

It was nothing new that your parents didn’t like your friends, they always told you to get away from them. You never listened to your parents because you thought they were saying bullshit, but you damn regretted not listening to them. They were right about these sickos.

“So you just want me.” You deadpan.

“Yep.” You listened behind you.

“Okay fine, do whatever you want with me. But. Let. Them. Go.” You gritted between teeth, pointing at your parents passed out on the floor.

The living room went silent at your words, the hush made you feel unease.

Jimin squatted in front of you again, this time, giving you the meanest and sadistic grin you’ve ever seen before.

“Take her up.” He ordered lowly, piercing his heavy and intimidating gaze on you, then his eyes dropped slowly to stare at your naked torso, gaze darkening and fixated on your chest. You felt your cheeks heating up by embarrassment, you felt self-conscious.

Your throat lump and your stomach turned when Jungkook carried you up to your room. Taehyung coo when he saw your silent tears streaming from your eyes.

Jungkook laid you down on the mattress rather softly, making your heart shatter. They were your best friends. The acid betrayal you felt burning your chest and throat was too painful to bear.

You weren’t surprised when you saw your SIM card on your nightstand.

“Stop looking so miserable, we’re not hurting you.” Jungkook said on the defensive. His scowl only angered you, but another part of you enjoyed to see that your disgust affected him.

“You fucking hurt my parents, chase me in my own house and manipulated me to let you fuck me! I have all the right in the world to feel and look miserable!” You felt your vocal cords ripping by your loud scream.

Jungkook and you stared at each other with labored breaths, you didn’t break your gaze in challenge, until you heard Jimin’s giggles.

“Tied her to the bed,” he said with a smile, making your stomach turn.

You closed your eyes, if they wanted to have their way with you, so it be. But you’ll be just a dull body under them, you choose to dissociate rather than to be present for them.

“None of that, open your eyes.” Taehyung growled gripping harshly your chin.

Your breath hitched when you felt a hand wrapping your neck, making your eyes open in a flash.

And the image above you freeze your entire body.

The three of them were staring down at you with hunger on their eyes, you saw their pretty faces coming closer to yours, smiling like the devils they were.

Ready to wreck you.

You can read the +18 continuation on Patreon.

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[archangeldyke-all]

i’ve read all of your “little fucker + twins” pieces and they’ve done WONDERS to my baby fever recently 😭🩷 i couldn’t love this little family more. sevika is such a cute mommy

i have one request i wanna ask pretty please! i’d love to see how reader and sevika put the kids to bed. everyone’s little rituals as they prepare themselves and the children for bedtime 🥺love your stuff!!!

CUTE CUTE CUTEEE

men and minors dni

it's the first warm night of the season, the sun finally up past six pm, so you let the girls stay outside playing much later than you usually would.

their games range from 'house' to 'civil war'; endlessly entertaining for you and your wife to watch from the porch where you sneakily share a joint.

"look. shithead's starting a revolution." you nod to where your four-year old is leading a charge of stuffed animals in a wagon toward her sisters. sevika snorts.

"we need to get them fed and bathed and in bed. they've got school tomorrow." sevika says. you laugh and shake your head.

"you just wanna get them to sleep so we can watch that horror movie you've been talking about."

"maybe... or maybe i want you all to myself for a few hours before bed." she says with a salacious wink. you roll your eyes. you know her well enough to know when she's lying through her teeth.

"don't make promises you don't intend to keep sevika. c'mon, you wrangle the girls, i'll get dinner started."

before you had children, you would put on a record when you were in the kitchen, swaying back and forth to the music, occasionally humming along.

but now, you have something much better to listen to: the sounds of your girls squealing from the bathtub at your wife's antics.

you find yourself laughing along to the belly laughs and cackles, both from your kids and sevika. you don't know what they're getting up to, and you dread to see the state of your bathroom; but you're still grinning by the time three sets of stumbling footsteps come storming toward the kitchen.

there they are, your girls, squeaky clean and each wearing one of sevika's old t-shirts as their pajamas.

"what's for dinner ma?" little fucker asks.

before you can answer, sevika comes walking in, soaked from head to toe, a cringe on her face and bubbles from the bath in her hair. you snort.

"what happened to you?"

"we had three fuckin' kids is what happened."

you pull your wife in for a kiss, and stinkybutt and shithead squeal.

"yucky!"

"moms stop!"

"aweee!" little fucker coos.

sevika pulls away with a dreamy smile, shooting a wink at you. you giggle.

dinner is a cacophony of laughter and jokes, and by the time it's over, the kitchen is wrecked.

"i'll give you five bucks if you do the dishes for me tonight." you groan to sevika. she smiles at you.

"you tired?" she asks. you nod with a pout. sevika leans forward to kiss you sweetly. "go put 'em to bed, then take a nice long shower for yourself, okay?"

"you tellin' me i stink?"

sevika giggles. "no. i'm tellin' you i'll meet you in the shower." she says with a wink. you giggle.

"i love you."

"i love you too. we're still watching my movie tonight, y'know." sevika whispers. you huff and roll your eyes, then smack sevika's ass as you walk toward the girls' room.

it takes three books, and two stories about mommy sevika fighting bears and dragons; but eventually the girls are all snoring.

sevika does indeed meet you in the shower.

and afterward, even though your bones feel like jelly and you're tired to the core, you cuddle up on the couch with your wife to watch some corny slasher.

you don't even make it to the first kill before you're sleeping on her shoulder.

and when you wake up again, it's to sevika gently scooping you up to carry you to bed.

"love you." you mumble, nuzzling against her neck.

sevika sets you in bed and lays beside you, curling around you and pulling the blankets up. "i love you too, my love."

"was the movie spooky?"

sevika snorts. "so spooky."

"mmm. y' can cuddle me if you have nightmares." you offer as you drift back to sleep.

the last thing you hear is sevika's gentle laughter.

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[jazzsonly]

ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ֹ⠀⠀✶ ⠀. tara carpenter, scream.

warning(s): fem!reader, use of she/her, fluff(?), smut (only implied. not detailed.), amber is alive and sane, anika is alive, no gf au, talks of the readers body being fit and toned, reader is a gym rat, talks of protein intake and meal prep, talks of the gym, friends with benefits, etc.

HC summary: the one where tara is fucking her gym rat neighbor…

ֹ⠀⠀✶ ⠀. masterslist. ֹ⠀⠀✶ ⠀. ֹ⠀⠀✶ ⠀. ֹ⠀⠀✶ ⠀. ֹ⠀⠀✶ ⠀. ֹ⠀⠀✶

it started off as an innocent crush, really. it really did.

see, when tara and sam first moved into the apartment, tara would see you jogging around the complex.

“woah, she’s hot.”

sam, peaks, humoring her sisters comment. she hated to admit it, and she never would aloud but you were indeed ‘hot’

tara figured you must live in the complex as she’d seen you on your morning jog twice but it wasn’t until the third day she had found out you lived right across from her, she were coming home from her afternoon class and caught a glimpse of you, clad in your black alo sports bra with matching, grey alo sweats, entering your apartment

you had shot her a quick smile as you unlocked your door to step in

tara’s little high schoolish crush grew, in fact so much core four made it a running joke

“there’s your neighbor!” mindy perked up, looking out the apartment window

“where?!” tara immediately jumped up from her macbook that sat on the kitchen table, she searched through the window, met with an empty complex

“i’m just teasing you!”

mindy’s obnoxious laugh turned to a harsh “ow!” being met with a tara’s punch in the arm

“i was just joking!”

“why don’t you just ask the girl out already? i mean, she goes to blackmore too and you live right next door to each other—”

tara cuts off chad, who were laid out on the couch scrolling through instagram, “she goes to blackmore?!”

“yeah we sit next to each other in math. she’s really smart, lets me cheat off her.”

“you have to introduce me to her!”

and that chad did.

it wasn’t odd but it wasn’t particularly normal either that out of the blue chad had asked to hang outside of math—i mean, besides him copying your answer you two discussed gym related things and sometimes video games

you were a simple person and chad was a cool guy. why not?

“here comes chad with your dick drop off”

“you mean pussy drop off?” amber counters mindy.

“hey, you don’t know what she has in her pants.”

“will you two shut up?” tara seethes, as she fixes her hair and straightens her posture.

“everyone, this is y/n. y/n this is core four.”

fuck. you looked so good. tara couldn’t even understand how you could look so good in an oversized beat up t-shirt and black sweats. you just always managed to look so sporty and it really turned her on.

“hey! you’re my neighbor aren’t you? apartment 216.” you instantly recognized tara.

little did the carpenter know, you had been watching her too. developing your own little crush. seeing her come home from classes. her skinny jeans and crop top combos never failed to catch your eye. you liked the fact that she seem studious, yet looked like one of those hot popular bitchy girls in the movies.

“yeah, yeah. i’m tara.” you exchange a hand shake.

“y/n here is really into horror games…i told her that’s perfect because we love horror movies. especially, tara, i bet you could talk her right out of her panties about horror movies.”

both mindy and amber, on either side of chad punch either of his arms at the same time.

“excuse, my brother…he lacks social skills, part of his lumped up brain.”

“it’s fine, i deal with him all day in math.” you joke.

“so, horror movies, huh? what’s your poison? slasher, thriller…”

“physiological. like, the babadook.”

“no way! my brother loves that movie. it used to scare me to death when i was a kid.”

you get close to not only, tara but core four rather quickly.

tara eager to get to know you and get in your pants, invited you to movie night immediately.

of course, leave it to mindy and amber to tease her about the way she would hog you.

“ok y/n’s on her way, said she’s in the shower.” tara reads off the text you had sent her.

“she’s gonna be all over her again.” mindy snickers, wrapping her arm around anika’s shoulder.

“shut up, you literally worship the ground anika walks on.”

“duh, she’s my girlfriend.”

it wasn’t long before movie nights with core four turned into just you and tara hanging. first you started to get coffee together,

“i can’t believe you like your coffee black.”

“it feeds my soul. plus, it’s an appetite curver and i’m on a cut.”

“i’ll never understand your gym talk.”

“and that’s what i love about you.” you joke.

then it turned into walks at the park,

“ya’ know, we could be running right now.”

“not a chance.”

then it turned into tara hanging around at your apartment,

“so remind me what a ‘winter arc’ is?”

you continue you cut of the banana that was set to be put in the blender along with other cut fruit and your protein mix.

“it’s basically, like when you workout and diet all winter so when summer comes you’re all ‘hot’ and shit.”

“huh…maybe i need a winter arc.”

“no you don’t. trust me.”

tara pauses, were you flirting with her?

“that’s a compliment.” you read the expression on her face.

“well, if i don’t need one, neither do you.”

“oh, i’m not on a winter arc, hon. this is a lifestyle.” you tease, before turning the blender on.

it wasn’t until a month after nonstop flirting and banter, you and tara had kissed.

you were both sharing a movie night alone in your apartment, you sat side by side under your comforter on your reclined couch.

tara being comfortable enough with you that her head was on your shoulder, mindlessly ignoring the movie as she admired the feel of your body.

“dude, your arms look so slim but are like rock hard.” she reaches up, feeling your bicep.

“why, i do workout you know.” you tease, letting out a snicker.

tara ignores it, letting her hands childish roaming your body.

“you have got to tell me your secret, you stomach feels amazing.” over your fitted black under-armor shirt, tara runs her fingers and nails over your ab’d stomach.

“handsy much.”

“oh shit, sorry.” fuck. did she just fuck things up? come on too strong?

“no, no…” you grab her hand, placing it back onto your stomach.

“i didn’t say i didn’t like it.”

tara looks up at you like a deer caught in headlights, she swallows the lump that’s in your throat, her bottom lip caught in between her teeth as you lick your own lips and eye her face down.

she doesn’t know why she’s so nervous that she hesitates. this is all she’s wanted for the past two months.

she’s in a trance and it takes you finally leaning in to break her out of it.

she becomes hungry and irresistible to you all at once.

this time, she seriously does let her hands wander. she can’t get a enough of your body, you feel hot and cold all at the same time.

her body feels all hot with your hands on her waist.

you firmly pull her into your lap.

for a second you break the kiss, “tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

tara pants, “god, why would i ever want you to stop?”

eagerly, she goes back in for more.

her hands slid up her waist, pushing your shirt up, indicating that she wanted to get it off and you take the hint. breaking the kiss, you reach for the front neck hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. you are left in a white gymshark sports bra.

hastily tara does the same, sliding over her blue crop top , leaving her in a black bra.

“you have a tattoo?” tara runs her fingers over your mid-torso tat that’s just says ‘love’ in cursive. how didn’t she notice this before?

“yeah, matching family thing.” you brush off, softly grabbing the back of her neck to pull her back into the kiss.

that night tara woke up in your bed, and months worth of nights after that.

it almost became a routine, you’d even given her a spare key to your apartment. tara would wait for you while you finished up at the gym. you’d cooked a little dinner, you two would talk, and then fuck.

you weren’t really sure what to call you two and neither was tara. but to be honest it didn’t really matter, all you knew was that you enjoyed the time you spent together and you were only seeing each other.

when anyone asked sometimes tara would slip and call you her girlfriend but you didn’t mind.

you went along with it.

“you make a sexy gladiator.”

“and you make a sexy pirate.” you lean down, kissing tara.

“you and your girlfriend are gross.” amber fake gags in her raven (teen titans) costume.

“at least i have a girlfriend.” tara teases as she pulls you into the obnoxiously loud and crowed house that held a halloween party.

“girlfriend, huh?”

“i mean—”

“i’m just teasing.” you smirk.

the pirate rolls her eyes, “well tease me in another way, you look really hot in that costume.”

━━━👩🏽‍💻 im back…sorta…kinda. anyways finally out of my depression #backtogetherwiththeloml #winterarc #manifesting this was definitely supposed to be a fic but i was too lazy and turned it into a headcon. yes this is named after side to side by ari.

[starficss]

phone call

-- ★ ghostface!ethan! x fem!reader

the phone rings, slicing through the stillness of your quiet evening. It’s late, and for a second, you hesitate before picking it up, the static hum of the unknown number staring back at you.

"hello?" you answer, voice laced with curiosity, leaning against the counter as the horror movie you’d been watching flickers on the tv in the background.

"what’s your favorite scary movie?" the voice on the other end is smooth, playful, yet edged with something darker.

you chuckle, thinking it’s a prank. "classic. but if we’re playing this game, i’d say halloween. nothing beats the original slasher."

"an excellent choice," the voice says. "but not everyone makes it to the sequel, do they?"

a chill runs down your spine at the sudden shift in tone. "who is this?" you ask, gripping the phone tighter, glancing toward the windows, the door.

"just someone who knows you like a good scare," he teases, and you can almost hear the smile in his voice. "what about tonight's movie? do you think you'd survive in that one?"

your eyes flicker back to the screen—a masked killer stalking his prey, the tension mounting. "this is ridiculous," you say, forcing a laugh. "look, if you’re trying to freak me out—"

"oh, i’m not trying," he interrupts, his voice dropping into something colder. "i already know you’re scared. you keep looking over your shoulder, don’t you? wondering if i’m watching."

your heart skips. your hand moves to lock the front door, your pulse quickening as you peer out into the darkness.

"are you?" your voice wavers, a mix of defiance and fear.

"maybe."

silence stretches between you, and you swear you hear something—a faint creak, the sound of movement.

"let’s play a game," he says suddenly, breaking the quiet. "if you can answer my question, I’ll let you off the hook. if not... well, I think you know how this story ends."

your breath catches, your mind racing. "fine," you say, trying to sound braver than you feel. "what’s the question?"

"what door did you forget to lock?"

the words hit you like a punch, and you whip around, your eyes darting to the back door. it’s ajar, the breeze fluttering the curtain, and your stomach drops.

"wrong answer," he whispers, just as the line goes dead.

you spin, grabbing the closest thing for protection—a knife from the counter—but before you can move, he’s there. tall, masked, and dressed in black, the glint of a knife in his hand catching the dim light of the TV.

"you’re fast," he says, voice no longer filtered by the phone, sending a fresh wave of terror down your spine. "but not fast enough."

"ethan?" you breathe, your voice trembling as recognition washes over you, the realization slamming into your chest like a freight train.

he tilts his head, the ghostface mask eerily still as he chuckles softly. "so you’ve figured it out. clever."

"why...?"

he steps closer, his movements slow, deliberate, his knife tapping against his gloved fingers. "because it’s fun, y/n," he says, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. "you should see the way you look right now—terrified but... intrigued. am i wrong?"

your knees threaten to give out as you grip the knife tighter, your mind screaming at you to run, but you’re frozen in place, his words sinking in, his presence suffocating.

"you’re sick," you spit, trying to muster some kind of defiance, though your voice betrays you.

he laughs, low and dangerous, and takes another step forward, until he’s mere inches away. "maybe. but admit it, you like the attention. and you like the danger."

your heart is pounding so hard you think it might burst, and when he leans in, his masked face just beside yours, his voice drops to a whisper.

"run, y/n," he says, pulling back slightly, his knife glinting in the flickering light. "because the game isn’t over yet."

and then he steps back, giving you the opening to flee, his figure looming like a shadow, waiting, watching, as if daring you to make your next move. your feet stay rooted to the floor despite every instinct screaming for you to move. the knife trembles in your hand, but his presence, his voice—there’s something intoxicating in the way he commands the space, how he watches you like a predator savoring the hunt.

“what’s wrong, y/n?” ethan teases, tilting his head again, the distorted reflection of your face glimmering on the edge of his blade. “you’re not running. didn’t i make the rules clear?”

your mouth is dry, but you manage to speak. “maybe i don’t want to run.”

that makes him pause. even through the mask, you can feel his intensity shift, the air crackling between you. “oh?” he says, dragging out the syllable, a dark amusement lacing his voice.

“maybe…” you say, swallowing hard, your gaze fixed on the way he grips the knife. “maybe i want to play a different game.”

his body tenses, and you swear you hear the faintest hitch in his breath. he steps closer, slow and deliberate, the weight of him bearing down on you. “careful, y/n,” he murmurs, his voice lower now, almost a growl. “i don’t think you know what you’re asking for.”

you take a shaky breath, forcing yourself to meet the dark void of his mask. “you think you scare me?” you ask, your voice trembling but steady enough to carry the weight of the truth behind it. “you don’t, ethan.”

he freezes at the sound of his name on your lips, the hand holding the knife lowering slightly as if your words have momentarily disarmed him.

“how long were you going to keep this up?” you ask, taking a cautious step forward. “pretending it’s all about the thrill of the kill? because i don’t buy it.”

he laughs, a soft, disbelieving sound, and the mask tilts as he watches you. “you think you’ve got me all figured out?”

“maybe not,” you admit, your heart pounding as you dare another step closer. “but i know you’re not doing this just for fun. you could’ve killed me already. so why haven’t you?”

the tension in the room shifts, thickens, as he finally reaches up and pulls the mask off. his face is flushed, his curls sticking to his forehead, his dark eyes locked on you with a mixture of frustration and something deeper—something raw.

“you think this is about you?” he asks, his voice quieter now, but no less dangerous.

“it’s always been about me,” you counter, emboldened by the fact that he hasn’t moved away.

for a moment, he says nothing, just studies you, the knife hanging loosely in his hand. “you’re insane,” he says finally, but there’s no malice in his tone—just exasperation and, maybe, admiration.

“takes one to know one,” you reply, your voice softer now as you close the remaining distance between you.

his breath hitches as you reach out, your fingers brushing against his free hand, the one not holding the blade. his skin is warm, trembling slightly under your touch.

“what are you doing?” he asks, his voice unsteady for the first time, the mask of control slipping.

“you wanted to play, ethan,” you say, your eyes locked on his. “so let’s play.”

his grip on the knife tightens, his jaw clenching as if he’s warring with himself. but then he drops it, the blade clattering to the floor, and his hands are on you, pulling you close with a desperation that steals your breath.

“you’re gonna regret this,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice a warning, but the way his mouth crashes into yours tells you he’s long past caring.

“we’ll see,” you whisper back, surrendering to the chaos of him, the line between danger and desire blurring until it no longer matters which side you’re on.

his kiss is everything you expected—wild, hungry, and almost punishing, like he’s been holding back for far too long and has finally given in. his hands grip your waist, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. the warmth of his body against yours sends a shiver up your spine.

"you’re playing with fire," he murmurs against your lips, his voice low and rough, but he doesn’t pull away. instead, his hands roam over your back, gripping, claiming, as though he can’t get enough.

"maybe i like the heat," you whisper, your fingers tangling in his curls, tugging just enough to make him groan softly.

his lips trail down your jaw, over the curve of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to send a sharp jolt of pleasure through you. "you’re insane," he mutters again, his breath warm against your throat.

"you keep saying that like you don’t love it," you reply, tilting your head to give him better access, your pulse quickening as his lips move lower.

he chuckles darkly, his hands sliding down to your hips, gripping you like he’s afraid you might slip away. "maybe i do," he admits, his voice raw with something you can’t quite place—desire, frustration, maybe both.

the knife lies forgotten on the floor, the tension between you shifting from danger to something even more intoxicating. every touch, every kiss feels like a challenge, a dare to see who will break first.

"you should hate me," he says suddenly, his voice softer now, his lips hovering just above yours.

"i probably should," you agree, your eyes locked on his. "but i don’t."

[sugarmuseum]

DOUBLE KILL | L.MK, L.DH | TEASER!

PAIRING: Mark Lee & Lee Donghyuck x female!reader

GENRE: smut, horror, thriller, college!au, frat!au

SUMMARY: As the campus gets filled with a bunch of frat members dressed as Ghosface for a Halloween joke, you suddenly get dragged into your own scary movie when someone decides you’ll be the protagonist.

WORD COUNT (teaser): 873 words.

AUTOR'S NOTE: edit this fic it's taking me a little more than i expected *deep sigh* i'll do my best to post it this week but in the meantime here's a teaser!

You put down your phone and walked away to finally get on your pajamas to sleep, when it lit up with another incoming call. These guys didn’t sleep or what? This time you looked at the ID, a private number. Knowing that NCT's day of nonsense is clearly not over, you answered but put it on speaker this time. 

"Hello?" You responded for the third or fourth time today, starting to undress and choosing a large, worn-out t-shirt, pulling it over your head. As no one said anything on the other line, you frowned. "Junie, you were supposed to call Yangyang, not me," you reminded him.

"This is not Renjun," a distorted voice said. You turned to look at your phone for a second, hesitating, and then continued taking off your clothes, now tossing your jeans into the laundry basket.

"Oh? So who is it then?" You asked as you rolled your eyes, feeling tired of playing this game so late. You took your phone and turned off the speaker, and turned off the lights as well. You laid down in your bed in the dark, stretching with a small sigh, happy to be in the comfort of your sheets after a long day. 

"Someone else. Going to bed already?" The caller asked, sounding interested, the low and seductive voice catching you a bit off guard. It's not the playful tone that others had used.

‘’Yeah, I was just about to,’’ you replied, turning on the small flat-screen TV in your room, looking for something on Netflix while holding the phone to your ear. ‘’Although I might put on a movie for some white noise, it helps me sleep.’’

"What movie?" The voice inquired you, tone deep and low.

‘’I don't know, maybe a horror movie,’’ you murmured, putting a random one and lowering the tv volume a little. "It's Halloween season, after all.’’ 

"A horror movie it’s gonna relax you? People stabbed and blood does that to you?’’ The caller chuckled darkly, mocking you. ‘’What's your favorite scary movie?" He asked, the altered voice resonating against your ear.

You took a pause, thinking for a few seconds. To everyone who had asked before, you had given different answers and lies to keep up the joke and ruin the original script, but this time you decided to respond with the truth, laughing quietly at how ridiculous it would sound.

"Scream," you admitted, tossing the remote aside and curling up under the blankets, keeping your eyes on the movie. "You guys, don't you get tired of making the same calls during the day? You're all going to drain the battery of that damn thing before Halloween.’’

‘’What do you like about that movie?’’ The voice ignored your last comment. 

"I find it original, I like how it mocks and pays homage to the clichés and rules of slashers," you replied, unable to prevent another big yawn from escaping. "Drew Barrymore has the most iconic scene," your attention was diverted to your door, listening to noises from downstairs. They were probably sisters returning to the building.

"Are you tired, sweetheart? I bet you were finishing your homework like the good girl you are, I am right?" The caller said, making you frown with a strange feeling forming inside you upon hearing the nickname. But you couldn't tell if it was fear or something else.

"How do you know that?" You asked, curious but a bit hesitant. 

"I saw you in the library today, looking so distracted and a bit... skittish," the voice commented with a small laugh that had you swallowing hard. "Is something making you nervous?"

‘’You know what? Yes, some group of idiots are bothering students everywhere," you mocked with your eyes closed, ready to sleep. "Including me. It's annoying."

‘’Well, in that case I hope the distractions don't make you forgetful. You remembered to lock the door, right? Did you set the alarm?’’ The caller asked, taunting you.

You could only blink as you slowly sat up in bed. The atmosphere had changed, and you felt a sense of discomfort and a bit of fear from his words, especially when the voice laughed hoarsely against your ear, as if he knew something you didn't. No one knows that today it's my turn to set the security system, you thought. 

‘’You should check that, baby. If the door’s not locked… maybe there’s someone’s already inside,’’ the voice said.

You remembered the noises you heard from downstairs. Did you set the alarm before, right? Wasn't the door closed? No sister could enter after curfew, you assured yourself, glancing a bit frantically at the time on your phone. Past midnight. You were so tired after a day that had started so early, then the classes and the quiz you had been answering for hours— no. 

You locked the door and put the security code on. Stop, you’re getting paranoid, you chastised yourself, it's just the boys being annoying. Right?

"Are you scared?" The electronic, smooth voice asked in a mocking tone, as if it knew exactly that you were going a little crazy. "Do you want me to come and help you calm down? Just open your door for me. Maybe I’m standing behind it..."

[pittsick]

LOVE ME TO DEATH .ᐟ

part one.

summary: The first murder on the Stanford campus makes everyone on edge — and so does the second one. Your roommate, Tashi; and her boys, Art and Patrick (your somewhat friends), are all acting weird after murders keeps going on. They wouldn’t happen to have something to do with this, right? Well, maybe.

cw: 1.6k words. apt scream!au. graphic violence, psychological manipulation, stalking, home invasion, murder/death, toxic/abusive relationships, fear of being watched (paranoia), mental distress, weapon violence, gaslighting, threats.

genre: psychological horror / slasher / thriller.

taglist .ᐟ @bluestrd, @blastzachilles, @lvve-talks, @jordiemeow, @strfallz, @222col, @soulxinxthexsky, @diyasgarden, @jinxedbambi, @lexiiscorect, @bloodofswans, @jclolz22 (to be added)

You always hated how quiet Stanford got at night.

Even when you pressed your ear to the window, the world was too still—no footsteps on the pavement, no music from the dorms, not even the chirp of a late-night skater down Palm Drive. Just silence, thick and tense, like the breath before a scream.

The first body turned up on a Wednesday.

A sophomore named Harper, found gutted behind the humanities building. Her blood pooled beneath a vending machine, her phone still clutched in one limp hand, a glittery pink case smeared with red. The news spread across campus like wildfire, and for the first time since arriving at Stanford, you didn’t feel safe walking home after dark.

You weren’t alone. People started traveling in groups, locking doors that had always been left open, whispering theories behind cupped hands. Serial killer. Cult. Copycat. Ghostface.

You didn’t want to believe it. Not here. Not in your perfect little bubble of textbooks, tennis courts, and latte art. But then a second body showed up. And a third.

That’s when things got strange between you and Tashi.

She started staying out late—later than usual. You’d wake up in your dorm room, her bed still perfectly made. She wouldn’t answer your texts until morning, blaming late-night study groups or “hookups I didn’t want to talk about.” She never brought anyone back with her, though.

She looked... different too. A little more wired, her eyes brighter. More intense. She’d always been competitive, but now there was a fever in her—like she was playing a game no one else knew about.

You didn’t ask questions.

Because it was Tashi Duncan. Charismatic, brilliant, Stanford tennis royalty. Your best friend. Your roommate. The person who dragged you out of freshman depression with tequila shots and comfort movies. You didn’t ask questions because you didn’t want to hear the answers.

But then she introduced you to Art and Patrick.

And everything started to fall apart.

They were golden, the kind of boys who could ruin your life with a smile. Art Donaldson: all sunshine and soft sweaters, warm hands and eager eyes. Patrick Zweig: elegant, icy, unreadable—the kind of guy who made you feel like prey every time he looked at you.

They weren’t just tennis stars. They were Tashi’s boys.

She pulled them into your orbit like a planet flexing its gravity. And for a while, you thought you were safe there—surrounded by beautiful people who knew how to keep the real world at bay. They flirted with you, sure, but it felt innocent. Maybe even sweet.

Until one night, when Patrick leaned a little too close and whispered, “Do you trust her?” You blinked. “What?”

“Tashi,” he said, eyes never leaving yours. “Do you trust her?” The way he said it made your blood turn to ice. His tone was playful, but something behind it was sharp. Watching. Waiting.

“Of course I do,” you said too quickly. His smile widened. “Interesting.”

Two more students died the next week.

You didn’t know them personally—just recognized them from lecture halls or parties. One was found in the library bathroom, the other stuffed in a frat house freezer. Both were stabbed. Both had their phone screens shattered, as if they’d tried to call for help.

That night, Art brought you soup.

You opened your door and found him standing there with a thermos and a boyish grin. “You didn’t come to class. Tashi said you weren’t feeling well.” You didn’t remember telling her that.

He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, setting the thermos down and pulling you into a hug that lasted just a second too long. His warmth lingered on your skin like static.

“Gotta stay strong,” he murmured into your hair. “You never know what’s out there.” You laughed awkwardly. “That’s comforting.” He pulled back and looked at you—really looked at you. “I’d never let anything happen to you.”

It should’ve been reassuring. But something in his eyes was wrong.

The first threatening message came a day later. A voicemail. A voice you didn’t recognize—distorted, mechanical.

“You scream real pretty. Wonder if you bleed prettier.”

You dropped your phone, hands shaking. Called campus security. They told you it was probably a prank. They always say that. Tashi didn’t believe it either—until she listened to the voicemail. Her expression went cold. She took your phone and locked it in her drawer. “You don’t need to hear this again.”

“But—”

“No. Let me handle it.” Her voice cracked steel. “I will handle it.”

You should’ve felt grateful. Instead, you felt like a child being tucked away before something bad happened.

You started noticing little things after that.

Your dorm door open when you swore you’d locked it. Your notes rearranged. Shadows under the door at night. One time, you found your toothbrush wet even though you hadn’t touched it that morning.

And through it all, Art and Patrick hovered like twin ghosts—always around, always watching. Art would bring you tea, rub your shoulders, call you “sunshine” in that dumb soft voice. Patrick would corner you in the library and stroke your cheek like you were something precious he hadn’t decided whether to break or protect.

Tashi kept saying, “They’re just trying to help. Let them.”

You tried. God, you tried. But you didn’t know who to trust anymore.

It all came undone at the Halloween party.

The university tried to cancel it, but students are stupid. Invincible. They threw a rager in one of the old lecture halls. Everyone wore masks. Everyone drank too much. It was chaos. You didn’t want to go.

Tashi made you. Said you needed to be “seen” so people knew you weren’t afraid. She dressed you in black lace and blood-red lipstick. Painted a little knife under your eye and called you “Final Girl Chic.”

“Stay close to me,” she whispered. “Promise?” You nodded. You lost her ten minutes in.

The lights were strobing. Music pounding. People grinding on each other like the world wasn’t unraveling outside. You fought your way through the crowd, looking for her, for Art, for Patrick—for anyone. But all you found was the bathroom.

You ducked inside. And that’s when you saw it. Written across the mirror in blood-red lipstick: “You’re next.”

You ran.

You didn’t think, didn’t stop, didn’t breathe. You pushed past bodies and spilled drinks and Halloween screams. You made it outside, lungs burning, heart hammering.

Then someone grabbed your arm. You screamed, but the grip was gentle. “Hey, hey—it’s just me.” Art. Of course it was Art. Always there, like a shadow in the corner of your eye. “I saw you run,” he said. “Are you okay?”

“There was—there’s something in the bathroom,” you gasped. “Someone left a message—” His hand slid to your waist, grounding. “Hey. Look at me.” You did. He smiled. But this time, it didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s okay. You’re safe now.”

Later that night, someone was murdered again.

In the parking lot. Stabbed thirteen times. Blood pooled under their Ghostface mask like a red halo. You recognized the jacket. It was the guy who danced with Tashi earlier. You confronted her the next day.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore—the paranoia, the fear, the questions. You told her about the lipstick message. The mask. The call. Everything. She listened silently. Then she laughed.

“You think I’m the killer?” she said, tone mocking. “Jesus, you really don’t trust me.”

“I don’t know who to trust anymore,” you whispered. She stepped closer, her face cold. “Maybe you’re just paranoid. Maybe you want to think I’m capable of that because it’s easier than accepting how fucked up the world is.” You stared at her.

And for a second—just a second—you believed her.

Gaslight. Gatekeep. Girlboss.

You almost dropped out.

Packed your things. Wrote an email to your academic advisor. Told yourself you’d leave before Thanksgiving. But the night before you were supposed to go, you found something under your pillow.

A Ghostface mask. Still warm. You didn’t sleep.

The final body broke the campus.

A professor. Strangled. Gutted. Mask shoved down her throat. That was the moment the university shut everything down. Classes canceled. Dorms half-emptied. A curfew no one followed. But you stayed. Because you had to know. Who was doing this? Who had turned your life into a horror movie?

The next attack happened in your dorm.

You came back from the dining hall and found the door open, lights off. You called for Tashi. No answer. Then the closet creaked open. And Ghostface stepped out.

You screamed. Fought. Kicked. Ran.

He chased you down the hall, knife flashing silver. You ducked into the stairwell, took them two at a time, blood thundering in your ears. You burst out into the courtyard—and slammed into Patrick. “Whoa—hey—what’s going on?” He asked; hint of knowledge behind his eyes.

“He’s—he’s upstairs—he tried to kill me!” Patrick didn’t hesitate. He grabbed your hand. “Come with me.”

He dragged you into the athletic building lockers, locked the door behind you and smiled. Tashi was already there. So was Art. Waiting. Your breath caught. “What—what is this?” The words escaped your lips like begging; like wanting this to not be real.

Art tilted his head. “Final act.” Tashi pulled something from her bag. A knife. Long. Clean. Familiar. “No,” you whispered. “No, no, no—” Patrick circled behind you. “Took you long enough to figure it out.”

“We kept dropping hints,” Tashi added. “The lipstick. The mask. The voicemail. God, we practically spoon-fed it to you.” Art looked almost sad. “You were supposed to be smarter.”

“Why?” you asked, voice shaking. “Why me?” Tashi stepped closer. Her eyes were wild when she replied — she didn’t see you, she saw more. Something you couldn’t understand. Not yet.

“Because you were there. Watching. Listening. Judging. Always in my shadow. Always so fucking perfect.”

“I loved you,” Art murmured. “We all did. Still do.”

“That’s the fun part,” Patrick said. “This isn’t about hating you.” Tashi smiled. “It’s about making you famous.” You fought. You screamed. You ran. And maybe—just maybe—you lived. But that’s the thing about final girls.

They always bleed first.

[yeagerprincess]

anon, i hope you know i took this VERY seriously. i dont play bout Sally 🫶🏿🩷

So I wrote this because I had a pretty bad migraine and wanted some comfort. MAJOR TW FOR MIGRAINES!!!! Reader is having a retinal migraine WITH an ocular aura. Very descriptive detailing of symptoms.

Your legs were draped across Sal's lap, his thumbs gently smoothing over your thighs while a slasher movie played on the TV. His piercing blue eyes occasionally dart over to you, sensing your unease, though he can't figure out what's got you so distracted. You don't seem to be scared of the movie or nervous from his closeness, just mentally elsewhere.

Meanwhile, the eye-floater in your peripheral vision began to grow in size, slowly inching its way to the center of your vision. Normally an eye-floater would disappear after a few seconds, but this one had been growing and distorting your vision to the point that it looked like TV static whenever you tried to look at something.

"I'm having an Aura. I'm gonna have a migraine," you state abruptly, rising up from the sofa and heading to your bedroom in a panic. "I have to leave, Sal, I'm sorry."

"Whoa whoa whoa, hey, hold on," he calls to you in a gentle voice, palms raised in an attempt to put you at ease as he approaches you. You try at look at him, but half his face- ironically enough- is engulfed in your Aura, rendering him nearly invisible.

Once his hands are gently resting on your shoulders, he whispers, "You told me before that you usually have about 20 minutes before the pain starts, right?" You nod. "So let's use that time to get you comfortable so you can sleep it off. That's the only thing that helps, isn't it?"

It's true. The pain is unbearable when it sets it, leaving nauseous and dizzy. You become sensitive to sounds, smells, light, even temperature. It's miserable.

Sal's voice is hushed and calming when he speaks to you, easing you down the hallway and into his bedroom where he pulls back the blanket for you. "You just focus on getting comfortable, okay? I'll go get some melatonin for you."

Once he's done tucking you in, he leaves the room for a bit longer than you had anticipated, only to return with a handful of freezing cold towels, some ice water, and a little white pill. "How'd you get those towels so cold so fast?" You ask, quickly taking the melatonin before settling back into Sal's blanket.

"You told me that putting a cold towel over your eyes is soothing when you have migraines, so I started keeping towels in sandwich bags in my freezer. Just in case."

You told him that forever ago.

Sal clicks off the light and shuffles into bed beside you, making sure to give you enough space and not overwhelm you with physical contact in your current state. "Oh, and I dropped the temperature to 60 degrees. I know it helps you feel better when it's cold."

Fuck, you loved that man.

Your eyes flutter shut as the sound of the air conditioner powering on lulls you to sleep. "Thank you," you whisper quietly, gripping onto Sal's sweater with just your thumb and index.

"Don't worry about it," he answers softly, "just get some rest, baby."

Hours later, you languidly rise in bed, hair slightly disheveled and eyes half-lidded. When you turn your head, you see him there, unmasked, tapping away at his Gear Boy. The sound of you stirring in bed makes him toss his game into the nightstand, cyan locks swishing as he quickly turns his head to face you. He's stunned to see you already staring daggers into his blue eyes.

Without a word, you crash your lips into his, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders as you ease your thigh over his lap. He rests his hands on your hips, slowly running them along your thighs as you straddle him, warm thighs locking him in place. He's a bit awkward at kissing, given his split lips and scars, but damn if he doesn't try. Oh, how he consumes you.

The gasp he lets out when you roll your hips down into him only coaxes one from your lips right after. And the music of your rapturous gasps triggers more sweet music from him. Back and forth, you exchange blissful melodies between hungry mouths. Sal grabs a fistful of your band tee and lifts his hips to meet yours. A slight change, but a drastic one. Through your black and red striped panties, your blooming clit slides up perfectly against him.

With his other hand, he grabs onto your hair to tug your head to the side and expose your pretty brown skin for his ravenous teeth. You suck in a sharp breath through your own teeth as Sal sinks his sharp ones further into that perfect spot right where your shoulder meets the base of your neck. "Baby," you whimper as you tangle your fingers in his messy hair.

"Do it faster," he chokes out, slowly dragging his tongue up your throat, stopping at your ear, and then nibbling on the shell of it. You squeal with delight upon having your weakness exploited so deliciously, pulling Sal into a tight hug as you hump against his dick at a desperate pace. He clings to you just as tightly, falling back onto the mattress with you in his arms. "Baby, I'm gonna cum!" You mewl into his neck, nails digging into his flesh as your ruthless hips writhe on top of him.

"Mhm," he answers, chasing his own release right with you. "Fuckin' cumming," he growls as his hands find your ass, gripping tightly as he ruts up into you.

You're the first to surrender, your hips spasming on top of him as you sing your pleasures into his neck. The feeling of your slippery tongue sliding all over his throat makes him give in right after, painting the inside of his sweatpants with his bliss as his hands struggle to settle on which part of your body to grab onto to for anchorage.

It takes quite a bit for the two of you to come down from your highs, offering each other sweet kisses and soft touches as your chests rise and fall together.

"Sal," you start breathlessly, "you make me feel seen," you admit shyly, thinking back on all he did to comfort you without even having to be asked.

"Then let my eyes feast on you." Sal wastes no time rolling you onto your back, holding your gaze as he crawls down your body and spreads your soft thighs to expose your wetness. It's seeping through your panties, sticking to the fabric as Sal rolls them down past your ankles, and he cant help the way he drinks you in with his eyes. You're still sensitive when he begins to drink you, his mouth closing around your entire pussy, slowly closing around your clit and pulling away with a lewd slurp. Your thighs twitch around his face as he gorges himself on your essence.

You grab onto his hair as you begin to thrash wildly underneath him, still dangerously sensitive from your last orgasm. A needy whine escapes your lips when you feel him hooking his arms underneath your legs and holding them in place over his shoulders, his fingertips deep in the tops of your thighs. "Too much, t-too fuckin' much, I'm gonna cum!" Your eyes roll back in your head as your body tenses up from pleasure, your second orgasm wracking through your core as you try and fail to thrash your way out of Sal's devious grasp.

When you finally come to, Sal is already there, kissing his way up your heaving body as you gently drag your nails all over his skin until they reach his chest. His hands drag all over your hips as he kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. "Let me know when you're ready for a bath, okay?" He asks sweetly, his gently knuckles caressing along your cheek and jaw as he watches you breathe.

He's going to have to write a song about this as soon you're asleep.

[wyervan]

HI HI HI

How're you, how's life? I hope you are doing well! <3

A little suggestiveeee-ish of an ask. I'm daydreaming about smoon, how do you think they would kisssssss. Like on the lips(I feel like a kid writing it like that but idk how else to). Or if that's like a lil too far, what would be there favorite ways to show affection to their partners

I've literally scrapped this ask like multiple times because I'm so embarrassed to ask about it.

Anywho, AAAAAA, im gonna curl into a lil cacoon this took mental prep to send. Have a good day! Or night. Or whenever you see this. <33333

Hel~looooo *twidling my fingers at you* You’re cute~ No need to be shy. I certainly don’t have issue with these sort of questions. Definitely wouldn’t consider at least this ask to be too far, or honestly any of the others I’ve gotten on the subject so far.

Tho I should say (with both this ask and similar ones), it can be hard to give anything but a vague, probably dissatisfying answer without knowing more details about the situation the asker is presenting. How Smoon would react or behave in a scenario strongly depends on setting, the other personalities involved, if both of them are there or it's just one of them, etc etc.

And it keeps me from publicly answering sometimes because I can’t answer all asks, but I like for the ones I do to be thought-out full responses. But anyhoo, a little more on the subject below.

Starting with the second part of the ask—how do they like to show affection? Assuming this is a well-established relationship, both Sun and Moon are very physically affectionate, especially Moon, who is already a strongly physical communicator. Lotta little casual touches and holds, leaning against you. Moon also just wants to share the things he enjoys with the people he loves. Show you his favorite games, movies, or spots around town to eat or people-watch.

Sun’s more verbal with his affections. Expect lots of praise, pet names, and general gush (but it is very genuine). He’s also likely to want to pamper his partner quite a bit, feel like he’s taking care of you. buying little things for you, attempting to cook

But like I was saying above, how they show affection depends heavily on the other party involved. Like between Sun and Moon, for example, Moon HATES be doted on and Sun knows it.

Okay, so “how” do they kiss? They're definitely equipped and inclined for smoochin', with the right person ofc. But there's a lotta context to consider when answering such *important* questions. Is this in private or public, who's kissing who, what are the events that have led up to such a moment. Are you asking me if they use tongue? Teeth? 😝 definitely the later if Moon’s involved. Eheheh I might be teasin’ you a lil bit anon dearest, forgive me🖤🖤🖤. But as always, I invite you to interpret their characters as I've conveyed them~ How do you think slasher Smoon would kiss?

[st4rr-girrl]

Deadly games

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher x Fem! Reader

Summary: it started with an eerie phone call from a handsome sounding stranger. You were surprised when he attacked you, but it turned out a lot different than you had expected.

Warnings, attempted murder, gore.

Now playing: Goodbye, my danish sweetheart -mitski

Next up: oblivion -grimes

THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS!! I LOVE YOU ALL SM ❤️❤️❤️

The phone on the kitchen countertop made you jump as it sang a repeating melody. You got up hesitantly, averting your eyes from the slasher flic playing to look at the ringing house phone.

You got up and answered it, putting it under your hair and speaking into it. “L/n residents.”

“Hello?” A deep raspy voice replied.

“Hi?” You raised a brow in confusion.

“Who is this?” The voice asked.

“I think I should be the one asking you that.” You smirked. “Who are you trying to reach?” You walked back over to the couch and sat down on it, continuing to watch your movie.

“What number is this?” The deep voice sounded mockingly curious.

“What number are you trying to reach?” You asked, cocking a brow.

“I don’t know.” The male responded.

“Hmm. There’s not much I can do for you then.” You smirked.

“Have a good day.” You we’re about to hang up, when the voice spoke up once more.

“Wait! What’s your name?” He asked.

“If you tell me yours I’ll tell you mine.” You smirked teasingly.

“Oh come on, I just wanna know who I’m looking at.” The voice said eerily, and suddenly the atmosphere was a lot more ominous than before.

You raised a brow. “So you’re looking at me?” You asked, assuming it was just a sick joke.

“What?” The voice asked, sounding surprised.

This made you smirk. “What do you think? Am I pretty?” You asked jokingly.

“I dunno, why don’t I come out to get a closer look?” They asked.

“Do it, then.” You smiled.

Suddenly, the closet to the left of you bursted open, revealing a man in a black cloak and a mask with a permanent scream.

Your eyes widened, as your head screamed at you to run but you couldn’t. Your feet were planted as you both started at eachother.

Something shiny flashed in his right hand, and you looked down, seeing a good sized hunting knife. He launched at you, forcing you to quickly move out of the way and make a run for it.

You headed for the back door that was stupidly wide-open. You felt the masked man grab you by your hoodie, and pull you back violently. You slammed to the floor as he ran to get on top of you. Your head throbbed as a streak of blood fell from your forehead and nose. You turned around and lied on your back as he got on you, each leg on either side of your waist.

You weren’t scared, and you didn’t look scared.

This confused the masked man.

You too stared at eachother as he was on top of you. You gently raised your hand to lift up his mask.

He grabbed your wrist softly, before bringing his other hand up to lift his mask up slightly. His mask was lifted up only enough to reveal his mouth.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your mouth, and you melted into his touch. You leaned into him, attempting to make the kiss last longer, but he pulled his mask back down and stood up. He nodded at you, before turning and disappearing into the darkness of your back-yard. You touched your lips and smiled to yourself.

[luxmoogle]

I've just seen the post about being visceral horror fan and need to ask: what are your favourite horror titles? 💜 Do you have any recommendations? 💜

Beware, long post below..

This is honestly quite a hard question, and recommendations hinge on what kind of horror one would prefer, and in what medium..! Books, movies, manga, audio tales even! A lot of my personal horror tastes weigh on the side of psychological horror or ones with supernatural or mystic features, less of slashers and violence, though I do enjoy quite a few of such titles as well.. I'll try not to mention all of the most obvious stuff everyone's already seen.

When it comes to games, I always say that if Kingdom Hearts didn't exist my favorite game of all time would be Bloodborne. The gothic style, vague storytelling and existential horror really speak to me. The Project Zero (Fatal Frame in the US) -series is dear to my heart, specifically the third one. The Forbidden Siren -series was also quite a treat in it's time. Honorary meantion to ObsCure, a great game to play with multiple people at a time, but unfortunately I think it's one of the rarest games ever now, so finding a copy/playing it might be quite the challenge..

In literature, I'd recommend getting into classic horror short stories, especially from the eighteen-hundreds! The setting and time they were written in often give them an automatic edge for a spooky tone.. They're fun stuff to read on a moody afternoon, and don't require the bandwidth that a full book might, if you're not such an avid reader. Some suggestions:

The Vampyre, John William Polidori (1819) The Monkey's Paw, W. W. Jacobs (1902) The Room in the Tower, E. F. Benson (1912) Kerfol, Edith Wharton (1912) Afterward, Edith Wharton (1910) The Empty House, Algernon Blackwood (1906) Sir Edmund Orme, Henry James (1891) The Body-Snatcher, Robert Louis Stevenson (1881) The Yellow Wallpaper, Charlotte Perkins Gilman (1892)

With horror movies, I think anyone with an interest in horror already know all the typical classics and modern favorites, so I'd recommend something a tad more obscure.. The asian horror scene, especially in the late 90's and early 2000s was littered with great techno ghost punk flicks. Many of these are favorites from one of my best friends, who really has a taste for this type of movie, but I'll highlight the one's I'm also very into and would especially recommend.

Kaïro / Pulse (2001), Whispering corridors -series, Dark Water (2002), Saiko! The Large Family (2009), A Tale of Two Sisters (2009), Bunshinsaba, The Wailing, The Complex, One Missed Call (2003), Shutter (2004)

This one's probably a very tired answer but with manga I just have to say the obvious, which is Junji Ito. His body of work just really scratches the itch I have for a nice tight scary story and gives a vague uneasy vibe.. Both his storytelling and art is something I love.

One of the main features of horror is suspense, so I would recommend always going in blind, stop with trailers, synopsis etc. and really sit in a dim room on a calm day or evening and get into it! You can only be horrified if you let yourself be.

[rainbowdelicsunshine]

UMM FRASON (krueger x jason) FOR SHIP BINGO

I gotta be honest with ya, I only can ever see Jason and Freddy being eternal frienemies and nothing more, especially since I feel Jason would have no concept or any feelings of sexuality whatsoever due to being undead (???) and dying at the age he did!

Thank you very much for sending this, it's been fun to do! Have a good and fantastic day my friend!!

[the-writing-mobster]

Heeeyyyy Mob👋 Happy holidays!! I bring some questions

🎨 What's favorite drawing you made in 2024?

👀 What's favorite drawing you saw in 2024?

📝 What's favorite fanfic you've written in 2024?

✍ Favorite quote from your fanfic?

💖 Planning anything special for next year? You can answer any questions you want, all of them or none at all! I would love to see stuff you enjoyed or proud of! ✨

OH MY STARS!!!! You literally just made my whole day with this, Vene 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 I'm happy to indulge!

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My favorite drawing of 2024 was DEFINITELY this bad boy right here!

IT LOOKS LIKE STAINED GLASS CANDY!!! I never understood people who said they wanted to eat art, until I drew this. Now I kinda get it.

| TMDG SK! Sans x Final! Frisk | The Bride, Her Bridesmaids and all her rotting flowers | 💙🔪💔 |

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My favorite drawing I've seen this year was this piece down here! Yes, it's a link because I don't want to repost other people's art if they're not a friend, hahaha

This piece is fanart of an underrated scream queen classic; American Mary! Where a woman enacts revenge on the man who abused her by becoming a body modification surgeon and using him as her guinea pig! I loved this move SO MUCH! This movie is such a SLAY!

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Obviously, my favorite fanfic I've written this year is The Most Dangerous Game. 💙🔪💔

There is literally no competition! This might be controversial, but it's undeniably better written than WDYW, and I think I like it more 🫣 (I would hope so, considering I wrote WDYW when I was a senior in high school, and NOW I'm a senior fucking citizen ((21)). TMDG is deeply thematic, compelling, terrifying, and so much more! Sans is genuinely HORRIFYING! The perfect slasher villain! And not just that, it's like he represents Frisk's constant brush with death! It's the perfect fic for people who like Undertale but ALSO like Hannibal!

And if you just saw Nosferatu, like me... you should know that there's some STARK similarities (AND I'VE NEVER SEEN NOSFERATU BEFORE, MY GENIUS TRANSCENDS TIME, I BASICALY REWROTE NOSFERATU GUYS! /J.) Honestly, I should draw the TMDG characters in a Nosferatu AU, because guys? Frisk as Ellen/Mina, Ibrahim as Thomas/Johnathan, Asgore as the Professor/Van Helsing and Sans as Count Orlok/Dracula! AHHHH IT'S PERFECT!

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You are truly asking so much of me to pick ONE quote from my fanfics to put up here hahahaha, BUT! I do have one fresh on the dome. 😌

From this week's most recent TMDG chapter, THAT'S RIGHT I UPDATED RANDOMLY OUT OF NOWHERE, I present to you the following—

“She lifted the rock high into the sky, her body reeling from the force like she were bound to worship this ceaseless violence for forever!”

| Read T M D G chapter 17 here if you're interested |

Just— AUGH! THE THEMES! It's so visceral, the imagery! It's the way the movement of her slamming this rock into this visage's skull imitates bowing and worshipping. Like Frisk's fate is tied to this dark underworld. UGH! It's so good, it's so raw, it's so painful! I love it.

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Annnyywaaayyy, THANK YOUU! For the ask, and for indulging me, Vene. Happy holidays to you as well! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 As for next year? Who knows! Maybe I'll finish my fuck ass book

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[orawithouth]

HIII MY NAME IS ORA ‼️

(you can find my art on the tag "ora's art")

Call me Ora, Hora or Agui, whatever you want, my pronouns are she/her

Im from Colombia so my english is not sooooooo profesional and sometimes i forget/get shy so please be gentle!

I am a little artist who is just starting to share her art on social media

AND IM A MINOOOOOOR ‼️‼️‼️‼️

im 17, I don't consider myself someone who has much of a problem when someone older than me comments on my profile or talks to me, just... don't get weird

Aside from Tumblr you can find me in tiktok and Instagram

DNI

╰┈➤ Racist, homophobic, transphobic (generally people who do not support the community), people who hate/don't respect those who like Stuilly, Horror movie fans who like to feel better for your knowledge of horror movies than others. People who discriminate based on a person's country of origin

If you do any of this, I will block you

I LIKE!!

HORROR MOVIES:

╰┈➤ practically all horror movies from the 70s to the 90s more or less, I lose a lot of knowledge with movies from the 2000s to 2014

╰┈➤ but i loooooooove SCREAM 1996 mostly, then the silence of the lambs, The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, Psycho, Frankenstein, Nosferatu

╰┈➤ I really love drawing stuff, you know, the usual, gay gay, sex (its a joke), Stuilly, slashers and maybe little things I can think of from other fandoms

╰┈➤ Im a big fan of F1 so if One day I'll post a draw of Max Verstappen that's why

╰┈➤ Also i like games, usually i play Resident evil (all of them) Minecraft, F1 2024, Forza 4/5, Tomb Rider or Doom

NOTES

╰┈➤ As I said before, I have no problem if someone wants to be my friend, talk to me, ask me something or whatever BUT REMEMBER IM A MINOR. I don't want to see someone older (3 or 4 years older than me) trying to flirt or overstep with me because im being kind (It's happened to me before) Of course anyone can talk to me whenever and however they want, I have no problem with that

If you want to be my friend, just follow me and don't be embarrassed to talk to me. The truth is that I'm just starting out on Tumblr and with the barrier of speaking English, it hasn't been easy for me to socialize

╰┈➤ And finally, if you have any requests, drawings, questions, or whatever, don't be afraid to ask, even anonymously. Just be nice and I assure you I'll answer!

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 5 : (Caramel Apple) Otis Driftwood

Day 5 of Fictober! I don't have much to say that isn't just a repeat of previous days so I hope you all enjoy! Notes: Minors DNI, Canon typical anything to do with the character, their movie or game. Swearing. There's also no real plot to this one either, just domestic esc stuff. Support me: KO-FI

"God! That stupid Bitch! This was my favorite goddamn shirt."

"Oh boo hoo, the baby's shirt is ruined." Otis remarks.

"Hey if it wasn't for your shifty fucking tie-up job that chick wouldn't of gotten out."

"Fuck you, That was Baby's tie up job and you know it."

"Yeah sure, blame it on Baby"

You flop down onto the bed next to him. Your back against the mattress as you stare up at the ceiling.

"If you're really that fucked up over it, I'm sure mama would fix it for you."

"Careful Otis, I'll think you're turning soft."

"Oh fuck you! I'm trying to help your crybaby ass."

You grin up at him with your back still planted on the bed. He flicks his eyes off whatever he's reading and flick them over your face with a roll of them. He snorts at your grin and shakes his head before tossing the book to the side.

"You love me"

"Fuck you"

"Youuuuuu loveeee meeee" You say dramatically.

"Fuck. you."

You laugh loudly as Otis rolls on top of you. His hands on either side of your head caging you in.

"Softie"

"I should've killed you when you first rolled in"

"Oh please, I'm the life of the party around here"

"This ain't no party"

His brings his hand up to cup your face, moving it from side to side as if inspecting you. It reminded you of what he did when you first showed up. It was only you and your broken down car, for some reason Baby felt inclined to help you instead of luring you back home to be killed and turned into some macabre project and it didn't take long after that for Otis to lay his claim to you.

After that you were easily accepted into the firefly family, just another one of mama's ducklings as if you had been there the entire time.

"You're such a goddamn stick in the mud."

"One of us has to be serious or nothing would ever get fucking done around here."

"Yeah like that girl escaping-"

"Don't"

"You can't make nots for shit."

"You need to learn how to shut your goddamn mouth sometimes."

"I've been running my mouth since I got here and you haven't done anything to me yet."

"The night is still young."

Now it's your turn to roll your eyes. Your bliss is interrupted by mama calling you all down for dinner as you shove Otis off of you.

"Last one there has to sit between Baby and RJ!"

"Hey now that ain't fair!"

Otis calls after you, but by then your already halfway down the stairs. He rolls his eyes and huffs as he gets off the bed to follow you, asking himself the same question he has for years, why didn't he kill you ? but answering it himself as he's also done for years. Maybe you really are the life of the party.

[phsycoswagger]

questions (literally just an excuse for me to yap)

Was your OC influenced or inspired by any particular fictional character(s) when you made them?

What genre (not counting the one they’re in) would your OC thrive in?

What genre would your OC do badly in but it would be hilarious or interesting to watch?

What media does your character enjoy? (For characters in settings that aren’t modern Earth, could be media from their home setting or what they’d like in a modern Earth AU)

What song(s) do you associate with your OC?

Alternatively, do you have any OCs you associate with the song(s) I just sent you?

If your OC had to cosplay as a fictional character, who would they choose?

Has your OC ever had a crush on a fictional (to them) character?

If your OC wrote fanfiction (or if they already do), what type? (fix fic, ship, crossovers, AUs, smut, etc.)

How would your OC do in the last book/movie/tv show/game/etc. you read/watched/played?

If your OC was a superhero, what would they be like? (powers, title, general vibe, etc.)

What animal would your OC have as their His Dark Materials daemon?

What Pokémon would be on your OC’s team and/or what would be their preferred type?

If your OC was a Dungeons and Dragons character, what would their class be? And/or: If they were playing D&D, what kind of character might they play? (these aren’t necessarily the same thing)

How well would your OC do in a standard slasher movie?

What stock character would your OC be stuck as in a sitcom?

Who would your OC main in Super Smash Bros?

Who would your OC play in Mario Kart?

If your OC was in Star Trek’s Starfleet, what would be their role/position? Or, if that doesn’t really fit your OC: why would they get kicked out of Starfleet?

What role would your OC play in a heist story?

What kind of classic horror monster (vampire, werewolf, alien, etc.) would your OC be?

What type of Avatar The Last Airbender-type bender (or non-bender) would your OC be? Any bending specialties?

Your OC gets isekai’d to a bog-standard fantasy world. What does your OC do and how badly does it go for that world?

In the Muppet version of your story, is this particular OC a Muppet or the one human?

What would be your OC’s My Little Pony cutie mark?

Your OC is stuck in a musical episode. What song(s) do they sing? (And how thrilled or annoyed are they about being stuck in a musical?)

In a murder mystery, what role would your OC play? (e.g. detective, sidekick, wacky suspect, rival investigator who gets in thew way, red herring, true culprit)

What is your OC’s Warrior Cats name?

Gun to their head, what is your OC’s fursona?

Ask me a number and a character, I will answer because I’m bored and need to yap

(gotten from @sylibane)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60250327/chapters/153749911