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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 29 days ago

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OKAY HELLO UH. SAVANACLAW DREAM UPDATE SPOILERS ?!?!!2!!2!2

THE. WAY BOTH JACK AND RUGGIE ADMIRE LEONA SO MYCH AND FEATURE HIM IN THEIR DREAMS 😭😭😭😭 Jack making Leona basically nOT HAVE DEPRESSION QUFBWKANDK 😭😭 and making him a fair player... Jack my boy... your dream is lovely but you made him do stuff hED NEVER DO 😭😭

AND RUGGIE. THE FACT HE AND LEONA NEVER MET IN THIS DREAM *BUT* THE AMAZING DRESM SCHOOL HE ATTENDS WAS SKGNKENAKjfkenalNIfjeksksn MADE/PROPOSED TO BE MADE (?) BY LEONA 😭😭😭 AND HE SAYS THAT PRINCE LEONA IS MORE POPULAR THAN FALENA AMONGST TYE YOUTH AJFNWKNudnekskalakdknsk tHEY WANT ME DEAD. D E A D.

and then ... ruggie says smth about him choosing the king he'll follow and LATER WHEN REFERRING TO LEONA HE SAYS SMTH TO JACK LIKE. "LET'S GO WAKE UP OUR KING" I'm fuckifnwjzbslakznaklNdkdkals akehueuqjakansksk THEY ADORE HIM SO MUCH. I CAN'T DO THIS.

So this means we'll get a full chapter ONLY for Leona's dream... I don't think we'll see him crying like Jack and Ruggie but GOD IF WE DO SEE THAT I'LL BE FOUND DEAD- i just knowwww that whichever way they go w it (the "he already knows it's a dream theory" or SMTH else), there WILL BE drama and I *WILL* die internally... my Leona plushies will pay the price (they will be hugged very tightly)

[Referencing the book 7 part 11 update!]

Me, coping: Oh, the book 7 Savanaclaw update is split into two parts? That means the first part must be dedicated to Jack and Ruggie and the second part must be Leona only. Surely this means I am free from being sniped in the Jack and Ruggie segment. Me, from the future:

. . .

ME EXPERIENCING THE FIVE STAGES OF GRIEF ALL AT ONCE

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT 💀💀💀 I was kind of expecting some element of respecting their dorm leader to come up (definitely for Jack's), BUT NOT THIS EXTENT OTL

Of the two, Jack's dream was the more obvious one to feature Leona in a very positive light. His admiration for the guy was clear ever since book 2, in which Jack--someone who regularly sucks at expressing his feelings--confessed MULTIPLE TIMES that it was Leona's passionate magift play on TV that inspired Jack to follow in his footsteps. And that's why he was so disappointed to learn that the guy he admired all along was a scumbag that would play dirty to get ahead. The Leona in Jack's dream might be that version that Jack had in his head... The Leona he yearns for the attention and praise of, the Leona he thought was a virtuous leader who values hard work and good sportsmanship, the kind of person who gives speeches to inspire his team and helps people up by the hand when they fall. Another reading could be that this is the Leona Jack believes is still possible if he works toward it, because this dream seems to be set a YEAR after their loss to Diasomnia. And this is Leona at his best and most dangerous because he's throwing literally everything he has into this training, so he'll probably do the same in combat; Yuu and co. have to develop a whole strategy in advance to isolate Jack because they KNOW they're going to get blasted by dream!Leona if they give any inkling of trying to wake the dreamer up. JACK LITERALLY DREAMED ABOUT LEONA THRIVING, BEING HIS BEST SELF... Jack, the self-proclaimed LONE WOLF, who claims he doesn't like GROUP ACTIVITIES/SPORTS, longs to be part of the pack that LEONA leads... But he won't follow just anyone, Jack has standards AND LEONA APPARENTLY MEETS ALL OF THEM (or, in Jack's eyes, Leona can meet those standards).

THEN WHEN JACK WAKES UP... Hoo, boy... The way he was smiling but then broke down into shouts and sobs... That's literally got to be my favorite kind of emotional distress (part of why I loved Idia's breakdown when he was introducing his newly built little brother to the Styx researchers). You can hear how betrayed he feels in his voice, all the raw emotion that didn't come through as strongly in book 2. ASKHLBLBIASDIVDAI SORRY TO DUNK ON BOOK 2 AGAIN BUT IT'S TRUE. Jack's feelings of betrayal... They were so blunted there, it felt like he was reacting to a minor setback (he seems to easily shrug off being called a traitor by the guy he supposedly admires) rather than genuinely being hurt. I'm glad that the emotional weight that wasn't addressed then is finally getting the spotlight it deserves now.

Then Ruggie's dream???? 😭 That one caught me SO off-guard. The way it opens with Yuu and co. suspecting it's Leona's dream because they arrived in Sunrise City, one of the few industrialized places in Sunset Savanna... The lore review of how it's difficult to get the people to get behind developing the land due to how it would negatively impact the nature they want to live in harmony with (plus the brand-new reveal that these disagreements can become VIOLENT)... and Idia realizing that this, THIS is why Leona actually decided to take an internship at an energy and mining lab back home--because Leona realized he cannot change the country on his own, no matter how often he butts heads with his brother. He needs even more knowledge and a team to work with him. An NPC donut vendor lady randomly drops it on us that it's thanks the PRINCE LEONA that Ivorycliff Academy was able to be established. Not only that, but turns out Leona has graduated already and has spent his time after NRC building schools and establishing magift teams for Sunset Savanna (the latter being something Leona expressed interest in, as having a national sport and/or famous sporting teams can enhance his country's soft power). AND HE'S MORE POPULAR AMONG THE YOUTH THAN FALENA IS???????? MR. LEONA I-HATE-DEALING-WITH-KIDS KINGSCHOLAR IS POPULAR WITH... THE KIDS????? ? ?? ?? ?? ? ?? ?????? ?? ? 💀 The guy who claims to only help the underclassmen because they'd otherwise be an inconvenience to him... is admired by the same underclassmen... and now that has translated over to Ruggie's dream as the youth of Sunset Savanna loving him... OTL YOU'RE KIDDING ME RIGHT/????? ? ??? ? ??v????? ? ? ????

The most bewildering detail to me about Ruggie's dream is that he and Leona haven't met at all; Ruggie acts pretty clueless when asked about it and Leona graduated from a completely different school than him (NRC). There's no way they could have met, yet the dream still deemed that Leona was an important enough aspect of Ruggie's life that he was incorporated into it... and, unlike in real life, Leona now has the influence to make these systematic changes not just for bettering Ruggie's life, but the lives of everyone in Sunset Savanna...

UUUURURUGUUGHHGHHHHHHHGHGHHHHHHH H H HH H H HHHHHHH H H H HH H H AND THEN WWHEN RUGGIE FINALLY WAKES UP AND AND ANADNANDANDANASHADSNADSNADSNAN NDDDSDD SD SM ADSB,M ADSDBSM DDD HE CALLS HE WON'T FOLLOW A "FAKE KING", HE WANTS TO CHOSOE THE KING HE FOLLOWS 😭😭😭 RUGGIE TELLS JACK THEY SHOULD GO AND WAKE UP "OUR KING"... Ruggie, who constantly complains about how easy rich people have it and how hard Leona makes him work for his coin, is standing right here and HE'S CHOOSING LEONA.

This is all so crazy to think about because back in book 6 (citing the moment that broke me Yet Again, lmao) Leona implied that while he has hope in others (like Jamil), HE DOESN'T HAVE THE SAME HOPE FOR HIMSELF. But there's literally his whole dorm who trust him to lead them and their futures as professional athletes 😭 Jack who believes Leona is capable of being that shining, ideal senpai he dreamed of... Ruggie who believes Leona can and will change not only his life for the better, but also the lives of marginalized beastmen like hyenas, the younger generation, and heck, why not their whole country too... OTL

THIS IS LITERALLY THE WORST POSSIBLE OUTDCOME FOR ME... . . . . ....... . .. . . . .. . / / / / / . . . .. . .. ... . . . ... . . YOU JAVE JACK'S DREAM SUPPLYING THE RELIABLE BIG BRO/ONII-SAN LEONA... THEN RUGIGE'S DREAM SUPPYL inG THE SMAR TDETERMINED PRINCE LEONA ... AND THEN NEXT UPDAT.E.XBBCXL V.CV . . . . . . . . ...... .. .. . . . . OTL ASCTUAL LEOPJNA DFGFAYVAFIVAVIYAIAGIGEIYGEPEIQAGfhgpaebpyrwqeg,hpgqeugqm[gqepg./l.,pjm9hmh4 gephmhurwhbaudavmudfsgnyofegnyoifui

GOD IF EW SEE THAT BITCH CRYi NG gkj eabihlaegbiaegibyegoqetpr13569 87q3tbkhl3o tyb6fOfonfOTFsugfaiugfanyoigFGION qit' S LEOVER FOR MEAMBFFVHAJVFFVEUGFO EOFAENYFEOFHdhmFSLJGADFsmf aLALLL OF HIS PENT IUP FRUSTRATIONS JUST SPILLING OIUT;V .F,DSBFAHLFLFFNODGOVSMHFAV UEGOFEAHMAEGDGSKPFSHIM THE RAGE AT MALLEUS DFN BAFVKJAFYGLAFGIDGIDGIODGSOIDN FOR FOTRICNG THIS LIE UPON HIMFDS NFASVAEFBLADFIOBY AGIOQEGONYFWmpdphGAMGobf IT'D BE SO SEXSYFDH HOT IF HE KNEW IT WAS A DREAM ALL ALONG PELEEEEEASE 🙏 I'M ONT MY HANDS NAD NDD KNEEESLSD DFS,SFHBAFLHAFDLI EO FQEYG VADGNOVSHUPVPUFFmhagyo 4wpeq/pll.,wjph9q80th9umpdbsaihoadnFSuov fsogyFSGUOFSu SNOGYAVUO FSA

. Ah-HEM!! 😇 Sorry, I don't know what overcame me... I just blacked out and when I came to I don't remember what I was doing or saying for the past several minutes 💖 Now if you'll excuse me, I am filled with an intense desire to enact violence on the nearest lion-shaped object I can get my hands on--

#twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland #Leona Kingscholar #Jack Howl #Ruggie Bucchi #Savanaclaw #notes from the writing raven #NOT L*ONA ROT #book 7 part 11 spoilers #jp spoilers #Idia Shroud #book 7 spoilers #book 6 spoilers #book 2 spoilers

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hughiecampbelle · 4 months ago

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The Boys Preference: Dying Of The Supe Virus

Requested: Hi!! I wanted to request a preference for the boys + homelander reaction if R was dying from supe virus... I love your blog, thank you ♥️♥️♥️♥️ - anon

A/N: I kinda took it in two directions, either actively dying or already dead. I think some perspectives just worked better that way! I really hope you like it my love! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Butcher pretends it didn't matter to him, but he definitely blames himself. It might've been Sameer who shot you up with the virus, but it was him who put you in charge of him. It was Billy who thought to put a Supe in charge of the only thing in the world that could kill you. When Frenchie breaks the news, Kimiko carrying your body in, he feels like he's going to be sick. He was the one who was dying. It should have been him. He tries to help the team move on, focus, and orders Frenchie to extract the virus from your body, but underneath he's broken. He didn't trust or like a lot of Supes, the majority actually, but you were different. You were close, whether or not he could admit to it. There was nothing he could do to save you. He couldn't turn back time, he couldn't prevent this. He looks like he's moved on, but Butcher feels stuck in the moment, watching your face, waiting for you to laugh and tell him it was just another sick joke.

Hughie laughs. He's hysterical. The ridiculousness of it all, of the situation. You? Dead? You couldn't die. You walked away from a bullet between your eyes with a smile. You made moving on from death look easy. Effortless. He's afraid to touch you, to look at you. He truly believes, for a moment, that that's not you. Your features are bubbled and blistered, but he recognizes your hands. Hughie backs away, stifling a laugh, escaping to the bathroom where he throws up. Annie tries to go after him, but M. M. stops her. He smiles despite himself, crying and laughing, unable to control himself. He already lost his dad. He couldn't lose you, too. Like M.M. he feels like an idiot, selfish even. He never imagined a world where you could be killed. He never thought he'd have to worry about you. Now you weren't just hurt, you were dead. Murdered. He can't accept it. You didn't deserve to suffer the way you did. You didn't deserve to die. Hughie is a mix between denial and hysteria.

Annie is overwhelmed with despair and depression. You've known her since the beginning. You were the first person she ever became close to in NYC. Now you were gone. She throws herself into your funeral arrangements, practically biting the head off anyone who tries to interrupt her or make her take a break. When she's not staying up until the early morning trying to make the memorial perfect, she's sobbing behind closed doors. She tries to keep herself composed as much as possible, but everyone can see the mask slipping. Cracking. Her eyes are permanently black from mascara running. She's not eating or sleeping. When Butcher says to extract the virus from your body, she goes postal. She calls him cruel and heartless and pathetic. She can't help it. Your body is barely cold and he's still thinking about taking down Homelander. It was inhumane.

M.M. is angry. Angry at Frenchie and Kimiko (he knows it isn't fair, but he just can't help it), angry at you, and angry at himself. He got too close to you. You were a Supe, after all. The very thing he vowed to hate. And then you showed up, and he started to care about you despite himself. And now you're gone. He feels like in idiot. He thought you were bulletproof. Literally. He never once had to worry about you or think about what would happen if you passed. It never crossed his mind. He was constantly worrying and fixating on everyone else, but you would always be okay. His OCD gets so much worse in response to his grief. Everything must be done in threes. The burners, the locks, everything must be checked three times. Everyone starts to worry the more out of control his rituals become. His panic attacks, too, get worse. Less manageable. Every time he thinks about you, what happened to you, he feels like his heart will pound out of his chest.

Frenchie is deeply in denial. He was so busy bickering and then making up with Kimiko that he hadn't realized Sameer had broken free. You were the first to jump at the chance to stop him, and that's what got you killed. The needle plunged into your ankle. He couldn't stop it. He couldn't cut off your limb. Your Supe abilities didn't work like that. The blisters bubbled fast, moving up your leg to your torso, your chest. You clawed at your neck, crying out, unable to form words. Frenchie begged and prayed, but it wasn't stopping. He had to break the news about your death. He definitely blames himself. If he had been paying more attention. If he had been the one to react instead of you. Even though he watched you die, he's still in denial. He can't accept it and thinks you'll be back in no time. He gets angry when you don't call or text and is intensely lonely because he's expecting you to reach out. He just can't wrap his head around it and absolutely hates that Annie's planning your funeral. You were fine. Why did you need a funeral for someone who was perfectly fine?

Kimiko blames herself, too. If she'd been the one to get the virus, if she'd been the one injected, they could have stopped it. They could have moved on. Instead, she sat beside you, unblinking, unmoving, stroking your arm. Even as Frenchie extracts the virus from your body, your blood, she doesn't let go of you. M.M. and Annie urge her to sleep and eat (though they're both doing little of that themselves), but she can't move from you. When she does sleep, it's with her head beside you. Everyone knows you only have so much time before your body starts to decompose. They want to give her as much time as she needs, but they're also working against the clock. She definitely reacts like after Kenji was killed, crawling and hiding under tables, unresponsive with her usual kindness. She's cold, cagey, spiky. There's no reaching her when she's like this. They have to let her be. Let her grieve. Eventually she'll find her way back.

Bonus! Homelander thinks everyone's lying. Ashley breaks the news to him, petrified and sweating. Something, a virus or bug or whatever, killed you. Because The Boys still needed your body, they mailed pictures of you to the Vought Tower addressed to Ashley. He looks through them, and though she tells him they're not fake, he orders them to check again. He holds on to one, unable to look away. When they tell him that yes, definitively, they are real, he orders everyone out. He goes to his floor and destroys everything. Everything is a mess. He hasn't cried like this in years, decades even. Uncontrollable sobbing, caressing your picture. You were the only one he ever really cared about. Now you were dead because of those asssholes. He doesn't come up with a strategy or plan. He will search the entire world until he has Butchers head on a platter. Until that whole fucking group is torn limb by limb.

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mitsua · 4 months ago

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Redamancy

Loving someone who loves you back.

🪼: so this was supposed to be an Izuku snapping at reader but I couldn't bring myself to write about this man being mad... I´m sorry not sorry but maybe in the future I could actually get that done. Maybe? Idk today I wanted to cry myself to sleep.

Warnings: rude people, mentions of self-depricating thoughts (but none explicitly written), low self-steem, crying

Genre: reverse comfort Series: Boku No Hero Academia

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya × GN! Y/N Words' count: 1.26k

Izuku's known as a selfless man, a selfless hero—your selfless hero at that.

He's always looking out closely while on patrol to do not let the slightest suspicious thing get out of his sight and catch danger in any form that may present itself, day by day.

People recognize him, greet him, smile polightly, shout excitedly, ask for a photograph with him, a signature—yes, his status has really given him a grand popularity.

But just as much as he greets back, gives small chats, returns a bright smile, shouts back, takes photographs and gives off signatures, he also encounters rude people every once in a while.

He brushes it off, he really tries to when it does so happen.

His first thought being 'they might just have a bad day, everyone has it!', always empathazing and letting people's disrespect get lost in the wind.

Until that wind comes back in a hurricane when the bad day hits him instead.

He brushes it off, or so he thinks. But he knows and you know too—everything anyone's ever told him got into him one way or another.

Thus making him the person you're so proud of to call today your husband, yes, you admit Izuku has this great mindset of turning the imposible—even if it's with tiny steps—a little more possible with progress.

He has a contagious positivity, you know it and he knows it.

'Then why can't I be positive today too? They need reassurance,' he thinks as he just got on a mission out of the city on places were being too powerful or too weak were seen badly.

He's tried greeting, smiling, but has only received scoffs and some offensive comments towards heroes in general. A tiny percentage of the poblation going too far and talking about him in specific being the last drop to spill the glass.

He gets in his hotel room—after being ignored by the workers when he entered and gave a small 'goodnight' out of his habit of being polite—plops in the bed and moves his hands to rest on top of his eyes.

'Don't cry,' he pleads himself. 'They're way more debastated here, you must show a reassuring attitude to let them see heroes mean no harm.'

A tear falls, then a second one and a third one.

It's not until he's fully sobbing with all the harsh emotions he bottled up in the day or even when he was still in the city that he hears his phone had your shared favorite song as your contact's ringtone that he stops spiralling further. A videocall from you.

"Hi! I just wanted to call to tell you goodnight quickly, I know you must be tire-" a sob. You heard him sob once, then twice.

"Izuku?" You got worried, he still hadn't said anything and he got his camera turned to the ceiling that could barely be seen due to the lack of light in the room.

Thinking he might have had a rough day you come up with a quick plan to help him.

"Hey, I know you're usually the one talking but I'll kindly request to do so tonight," you ask and even though he didn't answer either way you spoke again, "alright, and-well, I know I said I'll talk but I'd like to do something else as well..."

For a moment there was complete silence, then bed sheets being shifted around and a couple of grunts coming from your side. It gave Izuku's mind the chance to start wondering towards self-depricating thoughts again, until he heard something close to a documental.

"Aaand with that final blow Pro-hero Deku achieves victory and citizens' safety once again! ...Watch him throw his fist in the air meaning peace has been brought to us again!" A male commenter's vivid voice declared. "Deku helped a grown adult cross the sidewalk, look at this cute pictures!" Then a female's. "Oh, I'd kill to get Deku to patrol in my city," a foreigner's voice mentioned exhasperatedly.

You were showing him a copilation of videos fans of his had made of all his greatest and little heroic actions. Each of them spoke so highly of him—discussed and analyzed his movements and in-the-moment decisions through and through—just as he once did with the heroes he admired. He now was one of them, people admire him.

He could see and feel people's positivity reaching out to him, to help him too. By now, his tears had stopped, only a few sniffles could be heard.

"And last but not least," you whispered to do not break the comforting low volume tonight's call has had, "So, what do you think about Deku?" a reporter's voice. Izuku perked up at this and you internally celebrated you could see more of his face now that he's grabbed his phone with both hands and brought them closer to watch the video you were reproducing in your laptop.

He recalled that voice and that question. "The kindest and brightest people I've ever met, really." You answered.

This interview had been made by fans all across the country once the news about Deku's fiancé were leaked out. You turned to admire Izuku who had been surrounded with more paparazzi. The camera caught it all.

He remembered hearing that voice only faintly behind him.

You've both had been returning from a date and (un)fortunately been caught by a fan of his. People crashing into each other to get a hold of you two. They managed to separate you from him to interrogate you individually as on their plans.

But once he started politely answering some of their questions, he couldn't hear anything else than his voice and cameras' clicking.

You never told him they had interviewed you too, how could he not seen or thought about that?

Izuku observed keenly through the whole thing. You only spoke praises and your eyes, oh your eyes, they kept solely on his form.

Sure, you apologized a couple of times for going out of topic or speaking too much—'just as I'd do,' he thought—but kept on doing it seemingly in an unconscious manner.

"Why'd you choose Deku?" their last question. "Izuku, he has taught me about many good things in life I can no longer count them with both hands, he's been the sweetest and most honest being I've known-also, a greatly empathetic and understanding person, and for that I admire him even more, but also know about some of his struggles and as my love grows stronger each day my heart begs to help him, I want to help him too."

Your eyes got glassy as you spoke, the people got silent, internally crying for such words from you and both of you being so lucky for being with each other. As some started cheering you both and cooing, you'd made it closer to him until you could catch him by surprise in the middle of his last question with a peck on his cheek.

Then the screen turned black.

Now you both were sniffling...

"I love you Izuku, I really hope I can show you and help you just as much as you've done for me." You expressed firmly, closing your laptop and smiling through some tears.

"Thank you, thank you so much-I-I really appreciate I do-don't know what to say-" "-don't worry, there's no need Izuku, I, I just hope my message has gotten through..."

"It did," now that he had the screen closer, it enlighted a bit more his face and you could see him smiling too. "I love you too."

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cozage · 1 year ago

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Helloooo! Congratulations on 2k! Every time I see you update my day instantly is made 🥰 I love the way you write and how you portray the characters! For the event prompts (if you’re still accepting!), would it be possible to write how you think Law would propose to his s/o? Thank you for your hard work! 🥰

A/N: Law is my weak point you guys do not understand. Pls enjoy <3 Characters: gn reader x Trafalgar Law Total word count: 660

Proposal

Law would put careful thought into a proposal. He would spend months thinking about any possible situation and how to make it flawless. You are perfect, and you deserve nothing less than a perfect proposal.

It would get to the point where you might even start to think “is this guy ever going to propose?” because any time you bring up thoughts of marriage or the future, he gets very dodgy. Not because he doesn’t want to marry you, but because he’s afraid you’ve figured out his plans and he’s trying to throw you off his trail.

You don’t even realize he’s planned it. Everything kind of falls into place randomly in your eyes. Here’s how the day goes:

You arrive at a spring island. Not just any spring island though, an island full of cherry blossoms in full bloom. These islands are rare to come across, and you beg Law to go explore with you. He “reluctantly” agrees.

The two of you grab a picnic basket and stroll off to find the perfect place, and strangely enough, it doesn’t take long! There’s a beautiful isolated spot next to a stream, with cherry blossoms gently cascading all around you whenever the wind blows. “Law!” you cry. “This is perfect! Can we eat here?!” He only smiles. He knew you would pick this spot. That's why he paid people to stay away from it.

The two of you eat and lay around for a while, and then you explore the small little town.

It has an old bookshop you could spend hours in, and you do. Law doesn’t rush you as you roam the books, and he doesn’t say no to the ones you want to buy. He needed to expand his library, coincidentally.

The next place you stop is a tea shop, and the two of you sip tea and chat for at least an hour, trying an arrangement of teas to stock up for the ship. Law watches you with amusement, happy to see you in such a good mood and enjoying the island. He picks all of your favorites, knowing you’ll want to remember the flavors of this day for a long time. He will too.

It’s almost sunset, so the two of you grab little desserts at a bakery and walk up the hill to watch the sun sink behind the cherry blossoms. “I can’t believe there’s nobody else up here,” you whispered. “It’s the perfect place to see the sun go down.” Law just chuckles, and hands you your cake.

“Today really has been the perfect day,” you said, looking at him with tears in your eyes. “I know sometimes I demand a lot, and I’m sure you would’ve rather been on the ship today. So thank you for exploring with me.”

“Nonsense.” He wiped your tears away and gave you a few soft kisses across your face. “I love spending time with you. You’re the best part of my day, no matter when or where we are.”

You open the box to find a small cake with the words “Will you marry me?” across it, with a beautiful, one-of-a-kind ring in the middle. You’re about to tell Law you got the wrong dessert, but the glimmer of hope and the hint of nervousness makes you realize with sudden clearness that this was all a part of his plan. Everything today was orchestrated by him.

Now you’re crying for a whole other reason, and you sob out the words “yes, yes, a thousand times yes,” as you hold his face. He’s laughing at you, relieved you said yes, but holding back tears of his own. Because he finally gets to be with you forever. And he gets to have the best part of his day every day for the rest of his life.

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #one piece x you #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n #law x y/n #cozage #✧˚law✧˚

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krirebr · 8 months ago

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Hello, my dear Kris! So after reading the newest fic from the Trapped AU… I just can’t stop thinking about those two. And you know me… I’m all about making my heart hurt with a little angst…

Can we get a snippet or drabble or your thoughts on an angsty moment -and Andy’s surprisingly soft reaction- that takes reader by surprise by the end of it…

Maybe she’s not feeling well and missing all the comforts of her old life- the things she would do when not feeling well prior to this life with Andy

Or maybe, after accidentally seeing a calendar while cleaning in Andy’s office, reader realized a special day has passed or is approaching.

Or maybe she feels a twinge of jealousy when she sees another beautiful women flirting with Andy and she’s so thrown- never once thinking she could ever feel that way with about him

Any little bit of angst where Andy uncharacteristically (at least for now) comforts her in the softest way possible- and maybe this is her kryptonite (and maybe it even turns her on a little) Would Andy use this new knowledge to his advantage? Of course he would 😈

I just want him to be soft and not so terrifying 🥺😭🫠

My heart is so torn 😭🫠

I love them and even him- you evil mastermind!

(Kris 👆while writing this lovely verse)

(Also- I LOVE trash pandas, so I hope you are not offended that I depicted you as one in your evil genius mode 😅)

Carly! I love this prompt! I had to think really hard about the inciting incident, but once I thought of it, I knew exactly what to do. This Andy can absolutely get soft. That's part of what he wants in his perfect life! It'll just always be on his terms. 😈

And no offense at all at the trash panda! That's exactly what I look like when coming up with ideas for this verse. 😏

Pairing: Andy Barber x f!reader - from Trapped AU

Warnings: Just general kidnapping/basement wife/toxic relationship warnings that come with this AU. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

It started with a mug.

Andy presented it to you about a week after you moved upstairs. It was your favorite color (your real actual favorite, not something he’d decided you liked) and had a pretty vine pattern etched into it. It was your mug. You drank your tea out of it every day. And you tried to tell yourself that it was bad because everything that came from him was bad. But it was yours. No one else drank out of it. Only you. It felt like the only thing in the world that you actually owned.

And so, as you looked at the shattered pieces on the floor, as you told yourself that this was fine, that it was just another thing in this house full of things, all you felt was immense, gut-wrenching loss. You sank down next to the pile of shards on the ground. Maybe you could piece it back together, or, or– You didn’t know what to do. And you knew you were being ridiculous but you started crying. Sobbing. You’d already lost so much. And now the last thing on earth that belonged to you was gone too, and you were the one who destroyed it.

You heard Andy’s footsteps come into the kitchen, but you couldn’t see him from where you were crouched behind the island. “What was that crash?” he asked, harshly. The sob you let out brought him around to where you were. He looked down at you, his hands on his hips. “What happened here?”

You looked up at him through your teary eyes. He was going to be so upset with you. “I’m sorry,” you gasped. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know what happened. It fell, and, and– it’s gone now.” You tried to wipe your face clean, but you couldn’t stem the stream of tears.

“You didn’t throw it?” Andy asked.

“No! No, I would never!” You hoped he could see how sincere you were.

He sighed and crouched down in front of you. “Explain to me why you’re so upset.”

You struggled for a moment, no idea how to put everything you were feeling into words. And you were so scared of saying the wrong thing. Finally, all you could come up with was, “You gave it to me.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed as his face completely softened, no hint of anger or a coming reprimand remaining on it. He gently grasped your elbows, “Here, let’s get you up. I don’t want you to hurt yourself on any of the shards.”

He raised you up slowly, then guided you into one of the stools at the counter. Then he went to the little kitchen closet and grabbed the broom and dustpan. As he started to clean up, you rushed to stand. Andy hardly ever cleaned anything. That was your job. “Oh no,” you tried to stop him. “That’s ok, I can do it!”

He just hushed you, as he quickly made a pile of the shards and scooped them into the pan, and then into the trash. “See?” he said, “all done. It’s fine.” He ushered you into the living room and pulled you down into his lap on the couch, wrapping you tight in his arms. “I’ll get you a new one,” he said softly. “Even prettier than the last one.”

Without even thinking about it, you laid your head on his shoulder, as he ran his hand up and down your back. “You’re such a good girl,” he whispered. “I’m so glad you’re here. You make me so happy.” You knew you should hate that. You knew that it should make you angry. But you were just so relieved that he wasn’t upset with you, you couldn’t help but sink into him.

After a few moments of just cuddling, he spoke again, his low voice right next to your ear. “I think you need a break, huh? How about we just spend the day together? Your chores can wait til tomorrow. We’ll even order dinner in tonight. How’s that sound?”

You were so worn out, from your sobbing, yes, but also, from everything, so all you could do was nod into his shoulder.

“Ok, then that’s what we’ll do. Just me and my good girl,” he said, his voice maybe the gentlest you’d ever heard.

“Thank you, Andy,” you sighed.

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snowyquokka · 10 months ago

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DRAINED

bf felix x gn reader

cw: hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of anxiety, stress, crying, fluff (maybe?), swearing, overworked felix, shitty grammar

wc: 0.6k

a.n - my first attempt at hurt/comfort. did i do well? <3

dont hate me but i think i prefer writing angst rather than anything else

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Felix sighs and all but throws himself on top of you as you sit on the couch. “Hi, baby.” you giggle as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

“What’s the matter, Sunshine?” you say as you run your fingers through his soft blonde hair.

“Exhausted, overwhelmed, sad,” he lists against your neck. You always feel bad when he comes home from the studio or after he’s toured. Your boyfriend is constantly tiring himself, working as hard as he possibly can. You wish he would take care of himself once in a while. Felix says that’s what you’re for anyways.

You press a kiss to his temple and hum.

“Why are you sad, love?” He sighs and snuggles closer to you.

“I kept fucking up my part. Redid it five times.” you can feel him pout. Another example of him pushing himself to his limits is when he frustrates himself to the point where nothing satisfies him. He could go hours with many fantastic takes but will insist on retrying it until it’s absolutely perfect.

“I’m sure you did amazing,” Felix squeezes you tighter and inhales deeply.

“‘m sorry,” he says, breaking the comfortable silence. You pull back enough to be able to see his face. He has no makeup on, his freckles on full display. Sometimes when you’re bored you’ll pretend like they’re constellations and connect them in your head.

“Sorry for what, Lix?”

“For bothering you with this kinda stuff. It's not important and I don't want to worry you.” Your heart plummets down to the floor.

“Why wouldn’t it be important to me, love? If you’re upset, I’m upset. Your problems are mine.” you kiss his forehead softly. Felix shifts in your arms so he’s at eye level.

You hold his hands while you watch a single tear stream down his cheek. He immediately wipes it away and displays a small, but not reassuring, smile.

“Thank you,” he sniffles and leans his forehead against yours.

“Of course, Sunshine. I’m always going to be here.”

TWO DAYS LATER

You’re sitting in bed watching a random movie when your phone dings.

my only sunshine <3: im gonna be a little late tonight

my only sunshine <3: im sorry. i love you ❤️

you: its okay baby. let me know when ur on ur way !! i love you too

You sigh and lock your phone. It’s not like you’re mad at him or anything of that sort. It’s just difficult watching him drain himself again and again. No matter what you say, he always goes back to overworking himself.

Tears that you hadn’t noticed were brimming fall down your cheeks. You turn everything off and close your eyes, inhaling Felix’s scent from the pillows.

You wake to the sound of the front door closing and glance at the alarm clock,

5:08am

Fuck. Is he just getting home?

You climb out of bed and wander into the living room where you find your boyfriend sitting with his face in his hands, he immediately notices you. He had turned the small lamp in the corner on, allowing you to take in his disheveled state.

His long blonde hair tousled from his fingers being ran through it. His eyes bloodshot from what seemed like hours of crying and lack of sleep. His hands shake and his leg bounces up and down in an anxious manner.

“Baby?” you whisper with worry laced in your voice prompting Felix’s body to almost automatically rack with sobs. You quickly pull him into you and wrap your arms around his figure, the only sound present in the room being both of your cries blended together.

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crushedsweets · 1 year ago

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How would the other pastas/proxies react if Toby died during a mission?

Writing on my phone in the car 10 mins before my shift forgive me… finished during my lunch break…

Tim would try really really fucking hard to pretend he doesn’t care all that much. He’s already lost plenty of friends/colleagues (directly or indirectly) to the operator and slenderman, and he always treated Toby like he was a pain in the ass, but like. Him and Brian took Toby in when he was just 17-18, he tried to make him a better man, the two of them have done abhorrent shit together and had to return to the cabin like nothing happened. He’d cry, spend long hours thinking about Toby, thinking about how much of a dick he was to the kid. But he’s strong . Kinda

Brian wouldn’t try to pretend he doesn’t care, although he is in a very similar boat to Tim. Took him in, guided him, hurt him - he would probably be the one to set up a grave of some sort for Toby, whether or not they even have his body to bury. The rest of them wouldn’t be able to do it

It’s possible that Kate wouldn’t even find out for a long fucking while. But she would cry, and mourn, and she would start going back to the cabin and she would sleep in the attic (Toby’s room) and it would be shitty. Toby was the only proxy to treat her like a person and they were both outcasts in their own right, both being the closest to perfect vessels slenderman/the operator could get . So it would suck ass.

I think Natalie would just die too. Ok not really but he was the first person to really just. Take care of her. And she really trusted that he would never ever leave her, not like everyone else . She would be angry, pissed beyond belief and she would cry and scream and throw around any of the gifts he’s ever gotten her and smash some shit he’s made her - and it wouldn’t be fair, and she would regret it, and hopefully someone would be there to pull her back before she legitimately fucks it all up, but she can’t get rid of that anger. Like Kate, she would go to the cabin. Being there too long gets her really bad slender sickness, she’s not immune like the others, but she doesn’t really care. Everything hurt so bad anyway, the screaming and crying already brought her nausea and migraines. Her and Kate would just silently lounge around his bedroom for hours everyday. Natalie is a tattoo artist with little to no tattoos bc commitment issues is a big thing for her, but she would get a little something to honor Toby

Jack would mourn . Toby used to bring flowers to his mom for Mother’s Day, because Jack couldn’t bare to be in a 10 mile radius of his family. He would try to host something for people, just invite them over and make some food and try to talk and have comfort. Only Natalie and Nina would come by choice, not because the rest don’t care but it’s just something they can’t handle to do. Kate might get dragged along. It would be painful and uncomfortable and probably just result in an argument of sorts, depending on how far along Natalie is in the grieving process . He would visit the grave Brian made for toby quite often.

Nina would be constantly crying, all the time. She’s had shitty men after shitty men in her life, the only good guys she’s had were her father and brother and she went ahead and left them behind to go seek out Jeff - but Toby was good(to a point, obviously). He was rough around the edges but he was protective, he took care of her, he defended her even if she didn’t deserve it. She and Natalie would probably have a few intense arguments because they’re two sides of the same coin in their grieving , with Natalie having constant explosive anger and Nina having long, drawn out grieving and sobbing. It would be a bit much for both of them. She would mope around her apartment for a long while.

BEN would also be pretty sad, but not nearly as much as the rest. He would talk it out with Jeff but wouldn’t cry, wouldn’t mourn , would just keep going. Jeff wouldn’t give a shit, would say it was bound to happen and to move on

Ann and Lulu would be pretty bummed out too, but Ann moves on pretty quickly. For Ann it’s more so a sad “Aw but he was fun”… lulu is too lost in her own head to spend too much time on it, but she’s undeniably sad when she’s reminded

Sally would also be sad, but similarly to BEN, she would move on. Cry to Jane about it and cope. Jane would think it’s sad, but she wouldn’t dwell on it either - she wasn’t close to him, she only knew him in passing whenever Sally got lost in the forest.

Liu doesn’t know Toby well so he wouldn’t think much, but Nina would cry to Liu about it a lot and it would be pretty depressing for him too. Just by watching how it affects Nina

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sehtoast · 6 months ago

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At Heart (Ryan Butcher, parentified!OC)

ben being a parent, ryan deserved to be hugged and held for this one, ben will be getting him a new milkshake btw, spidersona oc | Fic Directory

The web-head all but nearly shatters the balcony door rushing inside.

While not particularly cut from the cloth of parenthood, Benjamin has grown to see Ryan as his own more than he ever knew was possible. So when faced with the sight of him sobbing on the couch, of course he went into overdrive.

“Hey, woah!” Ben rattles as he tears the mask from his head and plops down beside the boy, a hand placed on his shoulder to gently shake him from his woe. “Ryan, hey– what’s– what happened?”

Ben’s answer is the boy throwing himself forward to hug and bury his face in his shoulder, crying as he explains it all.

He killed another person.

That fucking scripted save– Vought’s ridiculous insistence that the boy become their next hero to market to the world.

“K-Koy’s dead because of me! S’my fault again!”

Ben was familiar with Koy. The stunt director always liked him, always loved when the bug would string a few webs from the ceiling to let him toy with during his own rehearsals. It’d been so long since he’d seen him; public footage of his saves had been more than enough for Vought to let the bug off the hook. And now…

“Fuck…” Ben sighs. “Ryan–”

“He brought me a milkshake and took it because I– Dad said– he said I shouldn’t care…” He hiccups. “T-That they’re toys for us to b-break. N-now he’s mad at me and–”

Of course he is, Ben thinks to himself as he pets through Ryan’s hair. Because he’s not sure why you’d show empathy to the people who’ve always broken him. But you don’t know that…

“W-Was my mom just a toy too?”

“No,” Ben shakes his head, sighing dejectedly. “No, your mom wasn’t a toy. No one is– your dad…” He swallows thickly. “He–”

“Hates me–” He chokes through sobs.

“Damnit, Johnny…” Ben mumbles. He loves that man like nothing else, but sometimes he really had a way of fucking up. The bug pulls back from Ryan, hands grasping his shoulders to hold the boy steady. “Your father doesn’t hate you.”

“He doesn’t want me either–”

“Ryan. Look at me.” He shakes him softly, brows knit with worry. Doesn’t want you either? “He just doesn’t know how to help you. I’m not saying he’s right for saying what he said, don’t get me wrong, just… he literally doesn’t know what to do.”

“I don’t know what to do!” Ryan shouts, gripping tight to Ben’s wrists, eyes suddenly going wide when that near silent wince rang through his ears. He loosens his hold immediately. “I don’t– I can’t–” Heaving breaths through the panic. “I’m sorry–”

“I know…” The bug murmurs. “I know.”

Truthfully, what could he possibly say? That it’d all get better? He couldn’t guarantee that. Should he tell the boy not to stress about the damage he’s caused? Absolutely not.

All he can do is hug him close and let him cry it out, shh-ing him and rocking from side to side. Benjamin wishes more than anything that he could know what Becca did for the boy when he was so utterly devastated. Hell, maybe she never even had to do something like this– at least not for this magnitude of agony.

There’s no manual for this.

At least when the sniffling stops, Ben feels like he’s done something right. Granted it only stopped because the boy cried himself to sleep, but…

It’s something, right?

He carries Ryan to his bedroom, up the stairs and to the left. It used to just be a storage room before the boy came about, then John had it converted to be everything he’d ever wanted when he himself was a child. Benjamin tried to explain, but… it just never clicked.

Gently, Benjamin places him onto his bed, snagging the nearest throw blanket to drape over his form. Even asleep, the kid looks exhausted– and rightfully so. He doesn’t deserve any of this. The pain, the sorrow, the guilt. Ryan’s just a boy who’s been through far too much.

Not terribly unlike his father.

The bug sighs dejectedly, knowing there was a conversation to be had with his boyfriend about consoling the kid. Homelander will get defensive, spiteful, angry– he’ll feel attacked right off the bat. He’s trying, but he’ll never get it right if he doesn’t realize one terribly tragic thing about his son.

Try as he might to shape Ryan in his image, he will never truly mirror his father. Homelander will never understand why, but Benjamin? It’s not at all hard for him to see. Not in the slightest. It’s not a bad thing, but it’s certainly not good.

Tragedy will always hit the boy hardest. It will devastate him in ways his father can never understand.

Ryan is a human at heart.

He always will be.

#ryan butcher #homelander #i mean he's mentioned so i guess #homelander x oc #?? i mean the relationship is mentioned #so that's also an element lol #the boys #idek how to tag this one tbh #homelander x reader

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loveydovey-leviathan · 2 years ago

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I know you've written HCs for the older brothers crying - so what about the younger bros? :00 (And possibly the undateables/Simeon, if it isn't too much trouble!) I'm just a sucker for reverse comfort content 😔✊

crying hcs

gn! reader | older brothers dateables

a/n planning on doing the side dateables in another post! it'll take a while tho since school is kicking my ass /_ \

Satan:

He rarely ever gets emotional enough for this to happen now that he's learned to control his wrath. He might cry because of a particularly sad story he's been reading or maybe a cat he's taken care of fell sick, and while he can deal with that, it's when he gets so angry his mind knows the only other way to let everything out is to cry-- that's when it hits hardest. He sobs until he's left feeling cold and desolate.

There isn't any sign to know when he's about to cry, it just happens. He could be throwing tables and chairs across the room, he could be sitting quietly reading and the tears just appear. He's always surprised when it happens, he brings a hand to his face and becomes shocked when he sees them. He tries rubbing them away but once it starts, it won't stop anytime soon. If he isn't already-- he'll run to his room or somewhere else private. There, he buries his face into his arms and just cries. He sobs untils he's completely numb.

He won't do anything to try and get you to leave if you enter the room but he scoots away when you get closer. Giving him a hug really helps-- it won't stop him from crying but physical contact grounds him in a way. Carefully wrap your arms around him, he'll slowly sink into your chest and hug you back as gently as he can, like he's afraid he might hurt you like this. You don't have to do much after that, just sit there with him until he calms down.

He reacts pretty similarly if his brothers were the ones to find him, except he actively tells them to leave once they enter. They almost never listen and they know he needs someone right now, so they comfort him in their own ways. He just needs a person by his side.

Asmodeus:

It's no surprise to anyone but Asmo cries a lot. He cries to guilt people into giving him what he wants, he cries when he thinks he looks even more beautiful than he usually does, he cries when he's happy, when he's sad-- and he's not ashamed of it. During these light-hearted situations, he still makes absolute sure to look beautiful. His bottom lick quivers ever-so-slightly, his nose turns just the tiniest bit red and he wraps his arms around himself. Afterwards, he can quickly fix himself up in no time at all. Just a small swipe of tissue and a bit of a touch up to his make-up and outfit, then he's back to looking pretty in pink.

It's when he's insecure that he cries the hardest, and it always happens in his room. He makes sure to bury everything in the deepest crevices of his heart, almost never surfacing for anyone to see but sometimes it does and he can never truly stop the tears from falling, and on top of that-- he thinks he looks hideous like this. His chin scrunches up, his eyes turn red and he starts hiccupping. He desperately tries to wipe the tears away and act like this never happened but it won't stop-- his hands start shaking and he wraps his arms himself to try and calm down. He subconsciously rocks back and forth and he vaguely feels like he wants to faint. He won't leave his room for the rest of the day.

If you find him at his darkest hour, he furiously tries to rub the tears away and act like he wasn't crying his heart out. He wants to tell you to leave in his usual light-hearted tone but the words won't leave him. His voice is stuck in his throat. Close the door, walk towards the demon and give him a hug. If you're there, he stops crying quicker than he would've alone. Softly pet his hair and whisper sweet nothings, he thrives off of compliments-- even now.

If his brothers find him, he won't even bother acting like he's okay. He knows they'll see right through him, he just sits still as he weeps. Every brother has their own way of comforting him and while some of them are a bit unconventional-- the thought that they're trying their best to cheer him up makes it easier to silence his crying hiccups.

Beelzebub:

He's never been ashamed about crying. It's natural, so when he feels the tears come he lets them fall. He's always been one of the more emotionally intelligent of the brothers; he follows after Mammon in that way. He lets himself cry when he feels like it and he makes sure to comfort his brothers the best he can when he finds them sad as well.

He always starts by holding his wrist to his chest. He doesn't exactly know why he does it but maybe he just likes feeling small. He's big and protective, perfect to keep his family safe-- but sometimes he wants to be held as well.

If you find him like this, he'll appreciate a big hug. The ones where you squeeze with all your might like you want to wring out all the sadness away (he won't really feel it but he values the gesture). He'll hug you back, of course, and his hugs are known for being the best of the best. There, he'll tell you what's upsetting him, he trusts you-- you're his family after all.

It's pretty much the same when his brothers find him; a big hug and a long talk about why he's crying. He sometimes ends up sleeping in their room, feeling like they need to do more for their younger brother in times like this.

Belphegor:

The opposite of Beel in every sense. He hates crying, loathes how weak and tired it makes him feel. Sure, he might fake some tears to get what he wants (his brothers were always a bit too lenient with him), but actually letting out the sadness, anger and guilt he burdens? He despises it but he doesn't exactly wish for it to stop altogether. The torment of feeling this way reminds him of Lilith, the memory of losing her is painful-- but it's still a memory.

His lower lip quivers just the slightest bit before the tears start falling, and from there, he buries his face into his favourite pillow. It can get gross, there's snot and tears spread all over and it's always a hassle to clean-- but it's better than letting anyone but Beel and you see him like this.

When you see his face smushed against his pillow, you don't think anything of it. He's probably just sleeping as usual, but the small shake of his shoulders and low sniffles give him away. He won't move if you sit next to him but he'd appreciate it if you rubbed his back and stayed with him as he calms down or actually falls asleep.

His reaction will change depending on which brother finds him crying. If it's Lucifer or Mammon, he'll yell at them to leave. He tolerates Levi, Satan and Asmo, but Beel is really the only one he wants there. The familiar smell of food and the joy in his heart when his twin offers him food in an effort to cheer him up never fails to make Belphie smile.

#my writing #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me x you #obey me x y/n #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me drabbles #obey me brothers #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader

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oceansssblue · 7 months ago

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might i request: with either tech or echo, the choice is yours

jedi f!reader- she gets fatally injured on a mission in order to protect the rest of the bad batch and dies in his arms

after her death, she appears to him as a force ghost while he is grieving, provides comfort

thanks!!!

Angsty one with Echo coming right up! Can life throw anything else to this poor man? 🥹💔

At least he got some healing&comfort at the end. Hope you like it!

Xx,

Sky.

"THE GHOST OF YOU"

ECHO/GHOST!F READER 📩💔(💖)

WARNINGS: DEATH OF MAIN CHARACTER (AKA YOU) AND APPEARING AS A FORCE GHOST, SADNESS, CRYING, HEARTACHE, MENTIONS OF WAR AND BEING TIRED AS IN BEING TIRED OF FIGHTING&LIFE, DEEP CONVERSATION, COMFORT.

Echo stared at the dried blood staining his hand. He could feel his emotions swirling restlessly inside of him; threatening to spill and destroy everything in its way in just a matter of seconds or minutes. He was alone in the barracks of Clone Force 99; Hunter reporting their disastrous mission to the Jedi while the rest swallowed their pain down and tried to let it drain in the shower.

Echo had done his best not to crumble in battle either. When his general had been on his arms back on the Marauder on their way back to Kamino, though, he's voice had being pannicked and desperate; he literally begged you not to leave him, to "please, please, stay with me". You had answered with a pained tired smile and fluttering eyes; a broken whisper of a "I'll always be with you, my Echo" the last words that left your lips.

You hadn't. You hadn't stayed; you had died on that next moment, your eyes shutting closed and your body growing limp, and all Echo could do was hold what was left of you in his trembling arms, his heart shattering in a million pieces while he fought not to let an ugly loud sob out, needing to be in private before he allowed himself to break down.

Tears blurred his vision again, his own body slumping down on the floor this time; and the tide of his emotions finally ripped his soul, body shaking uncontrollably with his broken cries and sobs. He closed his eyes shut, bending down on himself until his forehead pressed against the cold floor; trying to hold himself together through the heartache and pain.

Tears wet his cheeks. Flashes of his moments with you runned through his mind. Some happy, some soft and vulnerable, some sad and angry. All of his lost oportunities were relived too; all of his regrets of not having persued anything further with you. All of his childish hopes, dreams and desires washed away by the emptiness of your abscence.

His cries turned to small quiet whimpers and sounds when he pressed his jaw shut. He was so tired. He was so tired of fighting one time after another, of loved ones being taken away from him, of him always pushing through under the worst conditions only to be forced to live through this constant heartache. He just...

"Don't wanna do this anymore" he whinned to himself, shaking against the floor, eyes still closed. "Please..."

He didn't know who he was begging to; but he did know for what. He wanted the pain to go away. Wanted his loved ones to come back. Wanted to...

"Echo" a soft, gentle voice whispered at his side.

Recognising said voice, Echo quickly rightened himself to a sitting position, prosthetic knees scrapping against the floor; eyes shooting upwards.

"C-cyare?" his voice could barely be heard in the quietness of the room.

His breath hitched when you nodded and sadly smiled. It was you; the shape of your body and features perfectly recognisable even in this blue, translucent, wavering tone. Echo quickly understood; you were a Force ghost. He had heard it before.

"Cyare..." he called you, voice trembling, before breaking down into another cry again.

Echo felt your presence by his shoulder; almost as if you were touching him, even if he knew that that couldn't be possible like this.

"I'm sorry, Echo" you whispered, softly. "But I'm glad you're all okay".

Echo wanted to snap at you. Wanted to shout that they hadn't needed your help, that the Batch could defend themselves; but the truth was that they would have died without your sacrifice, and it wasn't fair to put it on you. Echo always knew of your devotion to helping others; he knew you would do it all over again.

He took a deep breath in and tried to calm himself. He stared at your Force ghost.

"You know I loved you, right?" He told you, voice unwavering, feelings vulnerable and completely exposed to you.

The raw emotions in his eyes and face would have made your heart ache if you could still feel one. You slowly sat down in front of him.

"I know" you smiled, a tiny fond thing.

Echo felt relieved upon hearing the answer; and confused as well. You could almost hear his question. Then why didn't you do anything about it?

"I had made an oath to the Order" you gently, patiently explained. "No attachments. You always made my promise start to crumble. Now... I wish I had forgotten about it and used my time better".

Echo closed his eyes and saved those words in his soul.

He opened then again and looked at you. He looked like a lost child, your beautiful Echo.

"I don't know how to carry on" he whispered, broken.

You tried to send a wave of the Force to comfort him.

"You have good brothers that will help you to move on" you soothed him, gentle.

Echo sighed and glanced down at the floor.

"I'm tired of this war".

You couldn't tell him much else.

"I know".

Silence reigned for a few seconds before Echo looked back at you.

"Have you... Fives?" He temptitavely asked, hope in his resignment.

You smiled.

"There's a process to become a Force ghost" you explained. "It's easier for the Jedi to complete. But I've felt his esence. He's here. I'll try to help him reach that state".

Echo nodded, smiling sadly.

"Good. Good" he mumbled, exhausted.

Sleep was tugging at the corners of his mind; his emotions draining the last of his energy. He didn't think he'd have strength to even move to the hammock on the other side of the room.

"Will you stay a bit longer?" He asked, blinking slowly, body dropping to one side.

You nodded softly.

"I can't stay permanently, but I'll stay now. And I'll be here in the future if you need me as well. I'll always keep an eye on you, Echo".

You caressed his cheek even if you couldn't feel the warmth of his skin like that.

Echo sighed pleasantly. He did feel a tingling sensation on his cheek. He wasn't totally alone. Never would be.

"Thank you" he whispered, eyes finally closing, body growing lax against the floor.

You smile and keep on comforting him.

"Just find strength in your new family, love. Fives and I will wait for you. You'll help me keep his Force ghost from terrorising shinnies" you joke, quietly.

Echo hums; the thought pulling a soft smile on his lips before sleep finally takes him away.

You stay until you hear the Batch's tired steps making his way back to their barracks, and you know they'll take care of him.

THE END.

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year ago

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Like No One Does

Part 2: And Everything’s A Mess

The candlelight in your bedroom was fading, and you were more comfortable sitting in the dark than trying to turn on the lights.

You had sent yourself to your bedroom, isolated from what little family you had that had come to visit because you wanted to be alone. No one would bother you, not after Danah had figuratively ripped into one of your father’s cousins about you being present.

No one would bother you, not now. You were stuck in your bedroom, in the same position, watching soft flames flick against thick glass as a somewhat, scent of autumn had filled your room. It was colder now than you anticipated, fitting for the gathering that your great aunt had insisted upon, to remember your parents.

16 and an orphan.

16, and you were expected to find someone to take on your guardianship. Who would want to take care of you anyway? Why would anyone want a grumpy teenager in their house who would mope and not do anything?

You could hear them out there, the friends and family who had come to say goodbye to your parents, both of them sick.

After lengthy hospital stays and medical treatments that would never extend their lives past their 50s, they had finally met peace. On a Friday night at the tail end of August, your parents had finally taken their last breath, and you were told to say the last goodbye you’d ever be able to give them.

Now you were supposed to bury your parents and, according to your great aunt, be present with the remaining family you had. You weren’t supposed to show your mourning, you were supposed to put a smile on your face and be stronger than this.

“She can go fuck herself if she thinks you need to be anything but—“ Danah had found you earlier in the morning when she came over to help you get ready for whatever company you’d have. “—fuck her.”

You had restricted yourself to your bedroom, confined yourself to the dark as you sat there with your knees pulled up to your chest and your face hidden. You kept yourself in the dark while watching the soft flames of that candle flickering, and the scent of pumpkin and cinnamon, some kind of spice, all blend into something that smelled well enough.

“I can’t do this.” Your voice wavered when the door opened, and you felt the bed dip under the weight of someone sitting near you. “How am I supposed to say goodbye?”

You knew it was Ari, he was the only one, besides Danah, who could’ve come in here and not gotten his head rips off. He had this way about him, this silent comfort that had been extended to you without him having to say a word. He had sat there with you, as you hid your face into your knees and cried so desperately.

Your shoulders shook with every heartbroken sob, every ounce of pain and loss exuded from you with a torrential downpour. You hadn’t been able to cry in front of your relatives, it was as if there was a block that had come up and prevented you from allowing you to be emotional. Not in front of them, but in front of Danah, and Ari, you let it go.

You couldn’t possibly go out there and watch their caskets being lowered knowing that it was it, that it was the end of your parents. You didn’t think you could face your family, the distant relatives who had never once tried to step up and help.

“I hate them, I hate them all.” You wanted to throw everything in your path, you wanted to scream until your throat bled and your voice broke. “I hate them.”

Ari didn’t need to say anything. He didn’t need to speak to you to comfort you, all it took was for him to wrap a blanket around your shoulders, and allow you to rest your head in his lap while you cried.

He brushed your hair back behind your ears, he had wiped your tears from your cheeks as you laid your head in your lap. Furthermore, he had comforted you more than anyone else had to that point, and all he had done was allow you to cry without him saying a thing.

It was the bare minimum anyone could do, and it had brought you the most comfort. With your head in his lap, while you were mourning your parents before their caskets had event been lowered, you felt the raw pain of your heart being smashed to pieces.

You were in a daze, with no functional ability to tell how much time had passed, or if you had even moved from your bed. You were mindlessly withdrawn, your body on autopilot while your mind retreated, throughout the whole process of the funeral for your parents.

As they were buried side by side and dirt was thrown on top of the caskets by your relatives, you had remained silent and withdrawn. You had retained your inability to cry in front of your relatives, though you had tears pooling in your eyes, they would not be shed.

Over and over, you had willed yourself to keep it together for people who didn’t give a shit about you, or your parents. You had willed yourself to remain stoic and avoid giving themselves any part of your emotional state, they didn’t deserve to get a picture into your head or your heart.

Mindlessly and as if you were experiencing something out of body, you moved on autopilot the entire day until the final grieving family member had gone. Once the door was shut, and you were alone in the little apartment your parents had occupied sparsely between their hospital stays, you allowed yourself to feel again.

Anger had caused you to lash out, broken glass and thrown books all over the floor. Water spilled from the smashed vases, flowers, and flower petals crushed…

Anger had turned to crying again, and you found yourself laying heaped on the floor. 16 years old and an orphan, 16 years old and left straddled with debt that was not yours.

You laid against the cold floor with destruction around you, mindlessly lost to your grief. Endlessly thrown back and forth from crying to pleading, to cursing to silence.

Not until you had felt arms lifting you from the floor, and a soft whisper of your name as you were carried out. Almost everything had been sold to pay for as much as it could, and the apartment was rented out within weeks.

You were given the ability to live with the Levinson’s, though that only lasted two years before you threw yourself into college. And into paying off the debts incurred.

You balanced work and university, for as long as you could, until it had finally been too much, and you were forced to drop out.

Stricken by your own forcible exhaustion, you had become a shell of the person you were.

Consider my offer, princess. Don’t shut me out — A. L.

The bouquet of flowers had dried, now in the trash. The clay vase is being used to hold another cheap dollar store decoration that made your apartment look less depressing. Though, neither of those facts can deter you from the note in your hand that almost carries its warmth. You find yourself staring at its intent while you remunerate over the latest debilitating bills that have landed in your hands.

The flowers were once gorgeous with bright petals and fresh green stems. The bouquet had come the day after Ari had broken into your apartment, regardless of him asserting that you let him in. The days between him coming over, the flowers the following morning, and the arrival of new bills, were filled with an endless cycle of work.

You worked late hours as a waitress at a high-end banquet hall, and early morning hours at a café/bookstore. You worked there in the early hours as a barista, making coffee for people who were: seemingly always in a bad mood and in a rush, or people who would stumble in during the early hours and stay until they compunction made them leave.

In the quiet hours of the night as you had sat on your couch, staring at the bills littered on your coffee table, you had time to think and process the offer that was in front of you and on the phone. It had been days since you’d been first given the offer by Ari, and the weekly Sunday dinner that Danah would insist you come to was tomorrow.

With a decision to be made, a weight was upon your shoulders. It had begun dragging you beneath the dark cut of an inescapable water, and you had to choose what outcome you would face.

You could decide to ignore the life-preserver and not save yourself from the encroaching depths that would surely extinguish you with a one-ton weight. It would inevitably start dragging you to your death in the loch. You would be overwhelmed by the bills, by the debt that had been inherited to you by your parents' state of health, and their death. It was an inescapable reality, you would figuratively drown.

Or you could take the offer, accept the help that was being offered to you and pull yourself from the stinging and brutal waters.

You could make the counter-choice and take the role as Ari’s assistant, a job that would provide health insurance and security for your debts. The job would give you three weeks vacation every year, you would be cushioned from the unseemly debts that would otherwise destroy you, and ultimately, you could breathe again.

The choice seemed an obvious one to make, and yet, your stubborn self-preservation had made you hesitate. You were, and equally were not, on your own since you were 16. The Levinson’s have done more for you than you could ever hope to thank them for, and still, there as resistance to asking for more help. You were a grown woman, this was your responsibility to take on, it was your debt that had been incurred by your family—regardless of intent.

Asking and accepting this continued olive branch had been a tough decision to make, although it shouldn’t have been.

Was it your pride that was keeping you from giving into Ari? Was it your stubbornness to not burden the Levinson’s any more than you had?

There was an endless gratitude you heralded for all of them, the family that had done so much for your family. They were all incredible and had given you so much already, and it seemed that trying to take more or even another offer, it had left you feeling at odds with yourself.

However, on the flip side of your stubborn pride, there was an innate sense of hopelessness.

You were barely getting by in fact, one bout of sickness that could result in a hospital stay, would destroy the last of your ability to pay bills. There was little forgiveness with these debtors and collections companies. They wouldn’t have cared either way if you lived a good life outside your debts, or scrambled until you took your last breath.

It was slow, the way you had gathered the bills in your hands and stacked them neatly. Rather than feeling like a diabolical task, it had felt ordinary and almost reminded you of stacking clean plates at your banquet job before putting them away.

You had gathered them, opened and unopened, and stood from the couch to walk toward your cheap second hand entertainment stand. You dug through a bin that you’d shoved into the cupboard, and neatly stacked the new bills with the old.

And once your decision was made, you headed off to your bedroom, closing the door behind you, ultimately falling to your mattress and sparsely covering yourself up.

Tomorrow, when you went over to Danah’s house for dinner, with their parents, you would give Ari your answer and finally put this matter to rest.

The walk up the driveway to Danah’s house was usual and ordinary, nothing that you hadn’t taken before. And like every Sunday sequentially that you’d attended, you stood on the edge of the driveway for a moment to gather your thoughts. You had taken time to think about whether this choice was the right one, and then your mind drifted to the years you and Danah had spent together.

You were best friends from different class structures, and her family had taken care of you like you were their daughter. Mrs. Levinson, the matriarch of the family, had often made Danah bring your favourite baked pastries, if not entire meals, for you to eat. She had repeatedly told you that you needed some nice Jewish boy to marry, regardless of you not being Jewish, the same mantra that she had told Danah.

Today, however, as you arrived at the house, you saw Ari standing outside. His appearance on the front steps of the stately Levinson home was surprising at best, considering that he had usually arrived after you, or he was usually outside. However, this Sunday he was on the phone holding a conversation, one that made his eyebrows furrow and his lips to press in a thin line.

As casually as he had dressed, in a pair of jeans that cost more than your apartment and a thick flannel, he had once again forgone the suit but still looked gorgeous. And the state of him made your heart beat erratically, a reminder that he was beautiful and every woman’s dream—though he was entirely too far out of your reach.

You watched him, speculatively, as you walked up the driveway. He had lifted his head and caught your gaze as you made your way closer to him, your heart thrashing in your chest and butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Ari was your best friends’ older brother, he was a CEO and vastly wealthy, whereas you had maybe $100 to last you the next week, or days, respectively.

“Get it done.” His voice carried, and you had stepped onto the porch, attempting to move past him. While he finished the conversation he was in, your attempt was made feeble, and you innately found yourself unable to quite get past him, stopped by his hand grabbing your wrist.

“Not so fast, princess.” He stood from where he had sat, standing far too close for you not to notice the scent of his cologne, and the slight stagnant tone of cigarettes. “You don’t even say hi?”

 “I was going to say hi inside,” your eyes were captive by his own, and you sought a distraction by mentioning the fact his mother would hate, “you know I can smell the smoke on you. Your mom’s going to be pissed.” 

Ari grinned and ran his fingers through his soft brown hair, his beard forming a thicker coating on his face. It was as if he were preparing for the cool months by purposefully avoiding shaving, to give himself some kind of modern Bostonian lumberjack aesthetic. With his thick flannel, dark jeans, longer hair and thicker beard, he would’ve looked the part without a single doubt, if he didn’t live in a penthouse in the heart of the city.

“Ma’ll get over it when she sees you, darling.” Ari’s constant stare or flirting had been your undoing many times, in private, and you’d been made restless again by his voice.

He was beyond beautiful, and he knew it.

He knew how attractive he was, he knew the effect he had on women and that attractiveness had gotten him into trouble, especially when it came to his ma. Ari had flings, he had one-night stands, that you’d been privy to seeing the morning after, and those flings had driven his Jewish mama up the wall. She had wanted nothing but the best for Danah and Ari, though neither had made stellar choices for their love lives.

“You overestimate my presence in your ma’s life.” You contested his claim, with your own negated response that was rooted in the idea that Mrs. Levinson felt pity for you, nothing else.

“Yeah?” Ari knocked on the door and waited, with a smirk on his face, as if he were waiting to prove a point.

And to further make his point, Ari had dug a cigarette from his pocket and placed it between his top and bottom lips. You watched him with narrowed eyes, your focus on him rather than the front door, though it was soon clear what he was trying to do.

When the door opened and Mrs. Levinson had appeared on the other side, your attention briefly shifted to her, watching her eyes narrow as she first took in the appearance of her son with a cigarette in his mouth. Her eyes had narrowed dangerously and egregiously, her hands had been set on her hips, and she let her son know exactly how displeased she was with him.

“Ari Levinson, you get that out of your mouth right now! You may be an adult, but I am still your mother and I will take out the wooden spoon!” She had shifted her attention from Ari to yourself, her ire melting into nothing but eager happiness at seeing you.

“Y/N come in, dear. I hope you’re hungry.” She had rested her arm around your upper back to steer you into the house, her soft voice pleasant upon your ears as she ordered Ari to close the door.

“I told you—“

“Put that damn thing out!” His ma barked the order at him and when you had looked over your shoulder toward your potential boss, he had smirked and winked at you before slipping back outside.

You were steered it the kitchen toward a tray of fresh Jewish pastries, your favourites, while his ma had stood beside you. She still kept an arm around your back as she spoke, her voice chipper and joyful, like usual. You had reached for one of them, lifting them off the tray and ripping a piece off to pop it into your mouth.

“How are you, sweetheart? Are you good? Do you have enough to eat?” Mrs. Levinson cupped your cheeks, her brilliant blue eyes boring into your own, and you had become overwhelmed with emotion at the motherly love she cast upon you.

“I’m okay, Mrs. Levinson. I have enough food for years-“ You answered her question, though she waved off your claim with a soft sigh.

“Nonsense, I’m sending you home with food tonight. Now, please go find Danah and tell her to get off the phone with her no good boyfriend. That putz will be the death of me.” She had dismissed you with a soft kiss to your forehead and gentle push in the direction of the staircase leading to the second floor.

As you had stepped out of the kitchen and made your way to the start of the living room, you had turned your head and briefly locked eyes with Ari. His gaze was nothing short of tender and soft, and the offer had retained its place at the forefront of your mind.

With a decision made, you changed courses and headed toward Ari, waiting until he had taken off his shoes and set them aside. And then you licked your lips out of habit and cleared your throat.

“I want the job.” Your voice was soft, and there was a moment wherein Ari had remained stoic and silent, and then a wide grin broke on his face. “I want to be your new secretary. If the job is still available.”

In response to your choice, Ari’s large hand had come to rest upon your cheek and his thumb brushed your flesh softly. He had looked down at you with your head tilted ever so slightly, and spoke just as softly as you had spoken to him.

“Good.” He leaned in and pressed his lips against your forehead, his soft lips caressing your skin. “Quit your jobs and make yourself available Tuesday. I’m taking you shopping.”

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chiffon-and-spice · 1 year ago

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Close Encounters (Leland McKinney x Fem!Reader)

Leland McKinney x Fem!Reader 18+ Minors DNI

A/N- Filling the giant Leland sized hole in the fanfic internet with massive amounts of smut and fluff. Lots of plot conveniences, because let's be real I just want to write protective Leland fucking the shit out of someone. I will eventually write Leland x Male!Reader too, because that's what we deserve.

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Concept- You and Leland have been best friends for years, always subtly hoping for a little more but both of you are too scared to make the first move out of fear of the other not feeling the same. Leland can bowl into a family member that's about to murder him no problem, however when it comes to confessing his feelings he fears rejection more than he does his own life.

Content- NSFW 18+, Reader is a little taller than Leland, Dom!Leland x Sub!Reader, Oral, Praise, Leland is a pleasure dom

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The noise floods your ears, before you're even fully awake, making your blood run cold. The loud rev of a chainsaw, though it's slightly disoriented, perhaps from the blood loss. You blink a few times, your mind foggy, trying to recall just where you were.

It's only when you feel the sting of the rope tightly woven around your hands and that smell... you almost throw up... that you remember what had happened. Where you are. It takes everything in you not to let out a scared whine, as you shift slightly on the hook. The noise is loud and echoes through the room, making your heart race.

Your eyes adjust to the darkness, only to instantly wish you could forget, spotting the various body parts and buckets of blood surrounding the room. You can't help but let out a quiet groan, trying to slip off your restraints. You needed to get out.

The sound of footsteps caused your movements to be more frantic as you squirmed, silently begging for the rope to tear quicker. What had it been made out of fucking iron?

The noise grew louder, the rope burning into your skin the more you resisted. Everything felt like too much and had it not been for the adrenaline coursing through your veins you'd probably have passed out again a long time ago.

Your heart stops however, when you see the careful wiggle of the doorknob, silently whispering for it to stop to no one in particular. As if the ominous presence outside the door would adhere to your requests and you'd be completely fine. You feel the slight trickle down your cheeks, cursing yourself for crying in a moment like this. You couldn't panic, not right now. You had to get out of here.

It takes everything in you not to start sobbing when the door slowly opens, however you're thankful you didn't when you spot a familiar mess of brunette hair. Your heart stops, relieved to see he's okay.

"Leland?" You whisper anxiously.

He glances up, eyes widening, as he races towards you, using what looks like a sharp bone to tear through the rope. The sight makes your stomach churn, however you're too focused on getting out to really ask questions about how or where Leland might have gotten such a thing. Not that you really needed to ask.

Once free he gently grabs your shoulders, doing a once over.

"Are you okay?" Leland's voice is quiet, barely a whisper, and he looks worse than you.

You nod slowly, unsure what you could possibly say. A part of you was too stunned to speak, as you noticed the blood patterns on his shirt and the tear of his clothes just above the waist. The wound looks a little old, blood now dark and a little crusted, but it also didn't look healthy.

Before you can ask him anything else, he gently grabs your hand, guiding you out the door you had come.

"I'm going to get you out of here... I promise," he assured quietly, gritting his teeth. Leland moved with careful calculation, darting down dark tunnels and through tiny little slits in the wall. The sound of the chainsaw sounded a little closer, the more you limped. Part of you wanted to ask about the others.

Had he even seen them?

Leland opened a tiny blue box, glancing around, before quietly sorting through the pile of scraps. You were a little confused in his movements, eyes darting around carefully. You felt so exposed standing under the dim light of the room. You're surprised when Leland lets out a sigh of relief grabbing a tiny looking sharp object. It almost reminds you of an ice pick.

His hand is quick to find yours again, guiding you carefully through the corridors. Leland glances over his shoulder ever so often, as if he's terrified you're going to disappear from his grasp any moment.

Leland then stops in front of a door, and you're a little surprised at how effortlessly he slides the tool in, fiddling with the lock. You didn't even know Leland knew how to pick a lock.

Your heart continued to hammer in your chest, as the chainsaw revved up again, sounding way too close for comfort. Leland's shoulders tighten, and he starts moving a little quicker on the door in response to the noise, a look of determination crossing his face.

You were shaking so bad, trying to block out everything about the dank cellar. The smell. The heat. It all made your stomach churn.

Leland quickly slides the door open, glancing around anxiously before grabbing your hand once again. A familiar pattern now. He looked up the stairs, before pulling you through the blue door as well, crouching and taking slow quiet steps.

You stared at each other, an almost unspoken conversation occuring. The dark circles under his eyes and the redness revealed that he had probably been crying for a while. Leland also had a small cut on his lip which you hadn't noticed before in the dim lighting below. It was hard to resist reaching out and affectionately touching it.

Both of you were terrified, though Leland did a better job at hiding it. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, before turning his attention back to the stairs. You both listened intently, the sound of thudding footsteps rushing by overhead then a voice, a male's.

"Before you go running off with those back house hippies again, can you PLEASE find these damned kids!"

Leland seemed to cling to the shadows, shielding you with his body, as he eyed the stairs carefully. After a few moments the footsteps faded, and he carefully made his way forward again, creeping around the house. It was fairly dark, which made it hard to step around.

Having Leland as your guide made you feel a little more comfortable, stepping everywhere you saw his feet go, constantly looking over your shoulder. You half expected something to pull you from his grasp, the idea sending a chill down your spine. Part of you wanted this to be some fucked up dream, silently begging to just wake up.

The more you walked through the house, the more on edge you got. You tried not to focus too long on anything in the house that wasn't a window or potential exit, growing nauseous when your eyes landed on a bucket of blood for too long.

It wasn't long before Leland slipped out of a swinging screen door, quietly opening it and guiding you further. After glancing around and seeing you two were alone, he stood up, pulling you towards a thick patch of bushes. His grip was gentle but firm, as he pushed down on your shoulders a little, instructing you to crouch.

You could hardly think or act, so he did it for you. Leland spoke again, his voice barely audible.

"You stay right here, keep quiet, and if anyone approaches you, stab them with this," Leland started, handing you the bone scrap he had before. His eyes studied your face intently, before letting out a quiet sigh.

"I will be right back, I promise, I just have to get this gate open. I think I saw a pressure valve back there. If they find you, run, don't look back. Don't worry about me. You just focus on getting out of here."

You were reluctant at first, not wanting to part with the man, as you let out a quiet sigh of your own. Your heart was racing and you felt like crying all over again, shaking your head.

"No... don't leave me," you pleaded quietly.

Leland studied your face, chewing his bottom lip, as he stared at you determinedly. His eyes were serious.

"You need to listen to me okay? I don't want to split up but if we are getting out of here, this is the only way to do it. We have to work together," he replied, before gently caressing your cheek.

"I will try to be back quickly."

It wasn't the guarantee you wanted, but you knew that a guarantee wasn't possible. Not in this circumstance. Your stomach churned, the thought of having to leave Leland behind making you feel violently ill.

The brunette said little else, quickly slipping away in the opposite direction you had come. You tried to keep your voice quiet and still your movement, as you crouched low, nestling in the grass. You felt so exposed, not even convinced that your "hiding" spot was all that safe, but there wasn't much else you could do.

How did things shift so drastically?

You focused on steadying your breathing, trying to remember small details, familiarizing yourself with the area. You had to escape. And Maria... your heart faltered at the thought. She deserved better than to get nabbed while out having fun with her friends. Your stomach lurched, not wanting to think too long on the young girl's fate.

Poor Ana... you could still hear her screams and cries, when you'd learned of Maria's fate. The others had to be alive. You and Leland couldn't be all that was left. You refused to believe it.

You tried to nestle a little deeper in the grass, when you heard footsteps approaching. You recognized them instantly, your blood running cold. The same ones you had heard back inside the house on the stairs with Leland.

The man's voice is sharp and makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He's so close you could reach out and touch him, but he doesn't seem to notice you just yet, eyes darting around in every direction. It takes everything in you not to inhale, holding your breath when he crouches down, his fingers brushing along the trail in the dirt.

He grumbles something to himself, and you're terrified he's going to eventually hear you slip up, noticing you cowering in the grass. Your fingers wrap around the tiny sharp bone scrap Leland had handed you, studying the man and thinking of all the possible places you could stab to keep him from coming after you. He was certainly a bit bigger than you and could easily overpower you if it came down to it. You had to be smart about it.

He stands back up, and you're relieved, until you notice the sinister smile curling on his lips. He had turned something up. Probably Leland's tracks. The realization makes your stomach churn. If you didn't do anything, he'd find Leland.

Once his back is turned, you slowly stand up, ready to strike into the man's neck. You aren't as stealthy as you think however, and upon standing up, the man seems to sense your presence behind him. You inhale sharply as he turns, grabbing your arms. The bone scrap falls to the ground, as you struggle in his grip.

Your wrists are still sore from when you had been hanging from the cellar moments before. You're relieved however, when you spot Leland's familiar shape, ramming his body into the man, which causes him to loosen his grip on you and fall over.

While the guy is stunned, Leland carefully helps you up, urging you to run the opposite way.

"We gotta go," he frantically screams, limping a little behind you, ready to take on the guy that had been after you if he needed to.

Leland continues to guide you from behind, telling you to keep moving forward, until a gate comes into view. It looks like it's not too far away and leads out onto the open road. Safety tasted a little closer with every step you took, the minute victory eased every fear and pain that had arisen since awaking.

You can hear the guy Leland knocked over screaming after you, calling out to what you can only assume are the other psychopaths on the small plot of land. Your muscles in your legs ache, as you push on, glancing back ever so often to make sure Leland was keeping up with you.

He had reopened the small cut near his ribcage. Your heart lurched, hoping it didn't get infected. Leland seemed unbothered however, hobbling on as if it was hardly an issue.

After what seemed like forever, you eventually pushed out the gate, making your way further up the road. The loud screams of the man slowly drowned out, until you could no longer hear the noise.

Once Leland was sure you were safe, he paused, leaning against a tree. After catching his breath, he gently took your face in his hand, giving you a once over.

"Are you okay? He didn't hurt you did he? That fucker... I should've done more. Stabbed him with-"

You cut him off, shaking your head gently, as you tried to process what had just happened.

"I...No..."

You struggled finding the words, as you finally allowed yourself a moment to catch up, tears slowly slipping down your cheeks. Then the silent cries turned into slightly loud sobs, as your whole body shook.

Leland gently moved his hands, wrapping you into a careful hug, as he rubbed your back.

"Hey... hey... it's okay, we're okay," he whispered reassuringly.

You hear his words but don't listen, the world blurring around you. The adrenaline was slowly starting to wear off, and all you wanted was to be back home. Everything around you seemed to slip away, and you can hardly remember what happened after.

All you can recall is one minute you were crying on the road, and the next you were back in the van, hiding far away from the horror house, hoping the others would show. Leland had confirmed that Connie and Sonny had been alive, but they all departed after the maniac with the chainsaw ran after one of them, allowing the other two to escape.

Leland had found them before you, urging them to meet him at the van once they got out. Informing them he wouldn't step off this property until he knew you were out and safe.

He couldn't help but feel a little anxious, as you waited for the others. You were curled up quietly against his chest, the tears just now stopping, your body calming. The slow rise and fall of your chest was the only indicator to Leland that you were even alive.

There's several times you hear of how a near death experience affects people. How the adrenaline runs in your veins, your life flashing before your eyes. All the things you still hadn't done, the life you wanted to lead slipping out in a hazy blur. Part of you wonders if Leland had those same thoughts.

You wouldn't have wanted to be found by anyone else, knowing he was the one person that would know how to keep you from spiraling. To keep you calm.

You nestled a little deeper against him, hands slinking around his waist, mindful of his somewhat new wound. He didn't seem to mind the closeness, resting his chin on your head, a hand gently combing through your hair in soft smooth motions. A gentle comfort to each other.

Leland closed his eyes softly, letting out a quiet sigh.

"I was so scared I'd lose you..." Leland whispered, closing his eyes, as his other hand pulled you closer to him. "After seeing where we ended up I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd do if I couldn't find you. I... I can't live without you."

You carefully moved to study his face, staring up at him with wide eyes. Leland has always been so strong to you. In the many years you'd known him, he cried rarely. Usually it was him quietly reassuring you. To see him practically fall apart made your heart ache. You're surprised when his eyes open and they're a little glassy.

Leland's hand moved to carefully cup your face, as he let out a somewhat dry laugh.

"This is what it takes?" he whispers, and you can't tell if he's talking to you or himself. You're unsure what he's even talking about. You shift slightly, placing your hand over his.

"Leland?"

Your voice is the calm amidst the chaos. A comfort for him. It seems to be a reminder. Leland shakes his head quietly, chewing his bottom lip. Your heart is racing, feeling a sudden shift in the enclosed van. Tension is thick in the air, practically suffocating, as you take in a sharp inhale.

The way Leland is staring at you makes you practically shrink, your whole body blushing.

"Wanna know what's stupid? My life was on the line, I was terrified of it, and all I could think was I can't believe I'm going to die never telling you things. How I feel. I told myself if I make it out of this, I won't risk that again. Now that I'm in front of you, it's... so much harder than it seemed it would be. I still am... such a coward."

Leland's voice gets quieter with each word he's speaking, until he's whispering at you almost like he was still afraid of getting caught. Your shoulders tensed, trying to understand his words. You had often fantasized of a moment such as this many nights over, however it was never like this. Part of you was worried you might somehow manage to misinterpret his words, tearing each sentence apart and analyzing if he could mean anything different than what you wanted.

"Leland..."

He cuts you off, gently taking your hand off his and holding it with both of his own. The brunette shakes his head softly, his brown eyes staring up at you intensely.

"No. Don't speak... not yet. If you do I might lose my nerve," Leland begins, his grip on your hand tightening a little. "I've known you since we were kids... have been in love with you since we were sixteen. It felt like before we had all the time in the world. I was so... scared you wouldn't feel the same. If it's not broken don't fix it... you know? But I... I don't want to talk around it anymore. I want you. It's always and only ever going to be you."

You meet his gaze with an unwavering look, heart racing, as his words sink it. Part of you is convinced you passed out from blood loss, and all of this is a hazy dream. Leland's words don't feel real, and the only thing keeping you grounded are his careful fingers wrapped tightly around your hand. They're warm against your skin.

You try to find the words, your mind racing. Leland is staring at you with such desperation, his split lip sticking out, almost in a silent pleading. Begging for you to be merciful with his heart.

The van suddenly feels hundred of degrees hotter, your skin flushing, as you bat your eyelashes up at him, still a little stunned. Like him you stumble over your words.

"Leland..."

You feel his temperature increase in your hands, his heart racing wildly at the way you say his name. Leland blinks back at you, that hopeful look shining in his eyes. You, like always, had his full attention.

The words never leave your lips. Instead you were slinking forward, closing what little space remained between you too. The world seemed to slow down, when your faces were close, your noses barely touching. Leland's hand moved to brush your hair behind your ear, as his eyes darted from your lips to your eyes, silently asking for permission.

You nodded, scared that by speaking the moment will be broken.

When his lips touch yours, your heart flutters, eyes flickering closed. His hand moved to the back of your neck, carefully cradling it, as he urged you closer. You can taste the blood on his mouth from the minor cut, shifting in his lap.

Your heart drops when he lets out a quiet wince, his free hand moving to his waist. You slowly pull back, heart racing, as you study his wound.

"Shit, I'm so sorry-"

You're surprised when Leland cuts you off with a quiet laugh, smiling up at you.

"Are you kidding? I'd break every bone in my body if it meant I could feel your tender caress," Leland whispered quietly, adjusting his position, the wound forgotten once again. Then the brunette blushed slightly, closing the space between you once again, as he pulled you between his legs.

"Don't worry about hurting me... Not anymore."

Leland's hands gently snake around your waist, as he stares up at you. You'd never seen him smile up at you like that. At anyone for that matter. It was almost like... a crooked smile, his eyes lit up.

"I want to kiss you again... really I want to never stop but..."

He seemed rather proud of the statement, laughing quietly to himself, before meeting your gaze once again.

Your hands gently went over his shoulders, resting on his back, as you smiled back at him. He took that as an invitation, getting on his knees and wrapped you into another kiss. This one wasn't near as gentle as the first, his lips moving intensely against yours, as his hand reached the back of your head again.

He smiles against your lips, another soft chuckle leaving his lips, as his lips move down your jaw. Leland then seems to catch himself, freezing against you, before stopping and looking at you. The scarlet flooding his cheeks makes you smile a little, as he shifts a little.

"I... I'm sorry. I don't ex-"

Nothing mattered in that moment. Everything outside of the tiny van no... outside of Leland faded away. The only thing that you could see were his soft brown eyes and the gentle look on his face. You shook your head, your hands moving to the collar of his shirt, as you pulled him forward a little.

"Leland, I want you."

You didn't think it was possible for his face to get redder, as he looked up at you through his thick lashes, chewing his bottom lip. He didn't seem opposed to the idea, his body warm beneath your fingers, as his hands moved to your hips, gently squeezing them.

"Are you sure...?"

With everything that had happened today, you were desperate for a little sense of normalcy. To let off some of the pent up stress from moments ago. Almost losing everything made you only more assured that this is what you wanted. To take advantage of every quiet moment alone with the boy.

"Yes. I don't want to wait."

You'd been waiting for the man long enough.

Leland's smile makes your heart flutter, as he gently pushes you down, your back meeting the floor of the van. Everything seems to fade away as he carefully unbuttons your shirt, trailing kisses from your jaw down to your neck.

"You're so beautiful..."

He praises quietly. While Leland was no stranger to seeing you bare, often with years of friendship you two had been comfortable enough to change in front of each other. However this time his glances didn't have to be subtle. He could worship your body the way he always believed you deserved.

You squirm a little beneath his mouth, letting out a soft moan, when his teeth subtly graze against the skin just above your breast. A faint purple mark settles in it's place, when his lips move to another patch of skin. Everywhere his mouth touched grew warm, only for the cool air to hit it after he moved. The sensation makes her skin crawl, as Leland's hands move to your back, making quick work to unclasp your bra.

Like your shirt it was quickly discarded, his lips moving to your breasts themselves. Every touch is subtle and soft, his tongue running along your nipple. Your back arched slightly in response, when his teeth wrapped around it.

Leland seemed rather pleased with the way your body reacted, letting out a quiet hum of amusement, before moving to your other breast. While kissing, his hands trailed down the length of your body, squeezing your sides once again, before slipping into the belt loop of your pants. With a careful tug they started to slip down and he stopped kissing for a moment, looking up to see your reaction.

After seeing you still enthusiastic for his touch, he smiles, slipping them off. His lips trail down your midriff. Leland's tongue is tickling against the more sensitive spots on your skin, as your stomach sucks in and you let out a quiet giggle which slips into a moan the second he bites you again.

There's nothing subtle about his movements, however he's careful, ensuring to be gentle. Leland worked with determination, his long fingers removing your underwear at an agonizingly slow rate. You wiggled your hips a little, hoping to encourage him. He smiled up at your response, kissing the inside of your thigh.

"Already so needy..." he teased, his hands gently running up and down your thighs. Leland's eyes shined every time he saw your body react to his touch, almost like it was a reward itself for him. "I plan to take my time."

It was clear he was rather pleased with himself. You huffed slightly, chewing your bottom lip, as you smirked down at him, your undergarments now completely removed.

"I'll remember that next time."

Leland looked up subtly between your legs, as he continued to kiss on you.

"Next time huh? I like the sound of that."

You scoffed, ready to quip back, when you felt his tongue gently tease your entrance, making you let out a surprised moan. Your thighs squeezed together slightly, glaring down at him when he pulled back.

"You're so pretty when you're desperate for my touch," he whispered quietly, his lips returning to your thighs. "Don't worry, I'm going to make you feel real good."

Leland covered your left thigh in small bruises and bitemarks, before moving back to your entrance. This time his tongue dove in a little more aggressively. It moved slowly, exploring your insides. One hand rested on your waist, the other carefully squeezing your right thigh.

Your own hands ran through his hair, as you tried to push his head a little deeper, shifting beneath his mouth. As expected it did little, only seeming to make his tongue slow down.

"Leland..." you pleaded quietly, letting out an annoyed whine when he pulled away completely. Leland crept upwards, towering over you a little, his grip on your thigh tightening. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, as he tilted his head to the side.

"Hmm?" he hummed innocently in response.

You stared up at him unamused, which only seemed to encourage him. Leland let out a little laugh, kissing his way back down.

"Tell me what you want. Use your words," Leland whispered against your skin, smiling coyly at you. God if you didn't need to cooperate to get what you wanted, you'd smack that smug look right off his face. Or fuck it off.

"Leland please... move your tongue faster," you replied.

Before you could even finish the sentence, his tongue slipped back in, adhering to your request a little. It wasn't quite the pace you wanted, however before you could complain his hand slipped off your thigh, gently rubbing along your clit. Your hips jutted forward in response, and you felt him smile against you.

You couldn't sit still, the more he slowly worked on you, desperate to increase the speed at which he moved. Each time your hips squirmed however, the pressure from his finger would move. He was teasing you and enjoying every moment of it.

He slowly pulled back again, smiling up at you.

"I'm going to make sure everyone knows just who you belong to," Leland purred, and before you could respond, his tongue darted inside of you again, his fingers moving in a rather quick rhythm.

It isn't until about the third movement you realize he's spelling his name inside of you, causing your stomach to tighten, as the familiar heat builds inside of you. Between the claim Leland's making on you with his tongue and the quick movements of his fingers, you're unwound completely beneath the man.

Every quiet little gasp and moan only seems to encourage him further, as he places your legs on his shoulders to get a little deeper. Your hands tighten on his hair, pushing his head in, as your breathing becomes ragged.

"Leland..."

The way his name leaves your tongue drives him wild between your legs, as he continues working you to that point. His tongue is moving frantically inside of you. L-E-L-A-

He doesn't even get to finish the spelling this time, before your thighs clench around him, and your body shakes a little beneath his tongue. That doesn't seem to stop him however, determined to finish his spelling, as he continues to lick around you.

When Leland pulls back, he seems rather pleased with himself, towering over you once again. The hand that had been on your waist moves to carefully grab your chin.

"That's my good girl," he whispered softly, licking his lips. Leland smiled slightly at the taste, savoring every little response you gave him. He then kisses you, his tongue slipping into your mouth and swirling around. You can feel Leland smiling against your lips as you deepen the kiss. Your mind is still foggy from the orgasm, drunkenly moving your own tongue inside his mouth.

When he pulls away, he's still smiling, resting his forehead against your own.

"Think you can handle any more," Leland asks quietly, rubbing his hips against your own. You let out a breathy moan, feeling how hard he is through his pants against you. That seems to almost sober you, as you nodded.

His eyes shine, as he guides your hands up, helping him pull his shirt off. You studied his muscled chest, fingers carefully running along his abdomen, then gently grabbing his waist.

You were so desperate to feel him inside of you already, grabbing the belt buckle of his pants and quickly undoing it. Leland has no complaints with your actions, helping him slip off the last of his clothes.

You're surprised however to see him just staring down at you. He looks so... peaceful. Content, as he studies your naked form.

"What?" you ask quietly.

Leland's smile only widens as he leans down, kissing your ear, his voice just above a whisper.

"You're just so beautiful. Not just your body but just... everything. I'm enamored by you."

His praise makes your whole body warm, glowing with joy, as he continues to kiss along your neck. God you were just so perfect to him. He couldn't control himself. He wanted to get lost in every curve of your body.

Leland reached down guiding himself in. He's slow at first, giving you time to adjust, before fully slipping in. You let out a slight shiver, gently caressing his face, as you smiled up at him. Leland began to thrust inside of you in careful slow movements in response, his lips now moved down to your breasts again.

He loved the way your body felt against him, as his pace increased a little, noticing the little pout you gave him. Everything about his touch, his movements, were gentle. Very aware of how you were feeling, leaning into your queues.

It was evident that his pleasure came secondary to yours, as he ground your hips against him, making him increase his speed. Leland wanted your first time with him to be completely in your control. After everything that had occurred today, he wanted to do everything in his power to give you a sense of security.

Leland's hands gently ran up the sides of your body, as he let out a low moan himself, feeling you tighten around him. His face twisted in pleasure, as he moved a little deeper against you.

The response only made you feel a wetter beneath him, as Leland ran into that particularly sensitive spot. Her back arched in response, the more Leland got to know your body, the quicker he was with catching your reactions and acting on them. Every careful touch and kiss was made with calculated precision.

"Fuck... you feel so good," he moaned, struggling to control himself.

The words made a quiet moan of your own escape your lips, shouting his name, as he continued ramming into that one spot, each thrust a little quicker than the last. You matched his speed with ease, eager to bring up to that point.

You could feel him brush against all the sensitive areas inside of you, which only further drove your desire, as your nails dug into his back. The gentleness when you had started had completely faded into a more passionate tango, Leland's thrusts becoming more feral. The way he moaned your name only seemed to turn you on more, now so slick he could easily slip in and out of you.

You enjoyed every little whimper and moan that escaped the brunette's lips, as you tightened around him a bit more. You wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting nothing more than to be close.

Leland then lets out a rather loud moan, releasing inside of you. He twitches a little, that shooting sensation making your back arch. After a few moments, he slowly slips out, letting out a breathy sigh. Leland rolls onto his back beside you, letting out a little laugh.

"I needed that... I've wanted..."

He can't seem to string the words together through his labored breathing, running a hand through his sweaty hair, as he turns slightly to face you. Leland smiles when his eyes meet yours, reaching out to pull you close to him, as he presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

"You... have no idea how many nights I laid awake thinking about you. How desperately I wanted... and now I have you. You feel the same. You... are just everything to me right now."

He rested his chin on your head, gently wrapping his arms around your waist. He didn't even mind that you were sweaty, inhaling quietly. Leland was rather fond of your musk. It was no secret, especially now, that he was fond when it came to a lot of things about you.

You only purred in response, nestling deeper into his chest and kissing it affectionately.

"Fuck... Leland that was so much better than I ever imagined..."

Leland smiled softly in response, his sleepy eyes crinkling slightly. He never wanted to let go of you.

"I love you."

The words fall so effortlessly from his lips, and you stiffen in his grasp, stunned. You hadn't expected it, and based on the way his body seemed to tense up and flinch it seemed he hadn't been expecting it either. You slowly lifted your head, your heart fluttering.

"I'm sorry," Leland quickly added, his cheeks reddening with embarrassment. You'd known Leland long enough to know he was always rather impulsive. It didn't lessen the extent of his words for you, as you gently reached up, grabbing his face in your hands. You smiled sweetly, before climbing on top of and straddling the man.

"I love you too," you assured him quietly, adoring the relief on his face and the way he seemed to relax beneath you, as you kissed him intensely. Leland McKinney. A name you never wanted to forget.

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pinejayy · 2 years ago

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Doll (Wally Darling x Reader) part 5 FINAL PART

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Wow a other chapter let’s go!!

I’m almost done with the requests I have, I have one more and then once I’m done with that I’ll take more requests uwu

Trigger Warning: Curse words, Blood, Death, Wally just crazy, Vomit/Throwing up

Wally looked at you, he stared at your body. You just had to look for your friend. He sighed to himself, he sat besides you. He watched as you were knocked out, you looked so cute. The yellow puppet couldn’t wait to fulfill his promise, he meant it. He just wanted you, him and Home and no one else. Everyone else would just get in his way. He stayed quite for a few seconds until he heard something.

*Creek Creek Knock Knock...*

It was Home, talking to him. “Yes Home, don’t worry about the other neighbors I’ll take care of them. It’s just going to be the three of us.” He said, he chuckled to himself. Home just started to Creek really fast as they were extremely excited. Making Wally laugh even more. “I know you’re excited Home, but I have to leave shortly so I can take care of some ‘things’. Make sure Y/N doesn’t go outside.” He said, and stood up. Before he walked off he placed a small kiss on your cheek. Wally began walking away, and before he could leave he patted a wall. “I’m doing this for us Home.” And with that he was gone.

It was silence...the wind blew throughout the neighborhood. As a few hours passed by your eyes started to open slowly. Your head was hurting, your body felt sore. what happened? As you sat up, you rub your head. Not aware of where you are. “Was is it a dream you had.” Thinking to yourself, as you finally looked around and realize this isn’t your room, panic started to fill your body.

Then it finally hit you. Wally....As you got up and look around the room and didn’t see Wally. You had to leave now. As you walked out of the room everything was dark. The only light you got was the moonlight through the windows. As you walked around, you tried to be quite as possible you don’t want to alarm anyone. Strange?? Wally isn’t around? You really had to leave but you really wanted to see what was behind that door. That door in his Art Room.

This was a bad idea, you just know it. But I guess curiosity killed the cat. You slowly made your way to his Art Room and walk towards the closet door, as you were about to reach the door knob you felt a dread in your stomach. As you grab the door knob you turned it but it was locked again. “God Dammit! Open the fucking door Home!” You yell out, as you kicked the door.

The door quickly swung open as if Home was trying to hit you again. But you weren’t going to fall for that again. Quickly you dodged it. “Ha you gotta be faster than that! You Stupid Hou-” You began to say and stopped as you looked inside the closet. Falling to you knees, crying. Tears falling down...It was Sally....Your best friend. Her lifeless body laid there in a pool of her own blood. You wanted to throw up, you crawled to her body, holding her. You cried even more, as you began to shake. She was cold...

“No No Sally...Please....this can’t be real. I can’t lose you.” You sob, as you looked down you saw that she was missing chucks of her, as if someone was grabbed chucks of her. Wally...that stupid freak is going to pay.

“Knock Knock Creek Creek” Home began to say. As if they were mocking you. Which made you cry even more.

“Now Now Home that wasn’t very nice of you.”

You froze, you look behind you and saw Wally. He was covered in blood. Oh no...don’t tell me. You quickly stood up, ready to make a run for it. But Wally smiled at you and he started to walk towards you. “Get away from me!”

“Oh my Doll, don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.” He said, as he was now in front of you, he looked over at Sally’s body and smiled even more. “Now I didn’t want you to see that, But I suppose you were going to find out one day...Oh well.” Wally grabbed you hands and placed a kiss on them. “You have nothing to worry about Doll. It’s only the three of us now. No one can get in our way.” He said, laughing slightly.

“What do you mean by that.” You whimper out, as you struggle to get away from him. But he didn’t let go of you. Wally just began to laugh, laugh at your face. You just stand there scared...

“It’s just Me, Home and you...No One Else.” He said, but the last part sounded more evil.

You cried even more. “But our neighbors Wally...Sally was my Best Friend! Please tell me you’re lying.” You cry out, as you looked at him. But he laughed again and shook his head. “I’m not Doll, I assure you that I’m telling you the truth. Afterall...” He said and held a hand up, it was covered in blood. He was telling you the truth. This made you sick. You fall onto your knees and cry out. Shaking...

Wally just stood there, smirking. He watched you as you cried. “You sick Bastard! Why would you kill them! Sally! Everyone else!” You scream at him. Wally just smiled even more.

*Creek Creek...* Home began to say and Wally nodded in agreement. “You’re right Home!”

You look up at Wally as you were confused. “Oh Doll, you’re crying about your friend Sally huh? Hmm how strange....You didn’t cry when you ate the Apple Pie I gave you. You didn’t cry about the special ingredient.”

You sat stayed there, as you were confused as hell. What did he mean by that, then it finally hit you. The special ingredient was HER?! You gag, and cough. You began to throw up, you couldn’t believe he feed you your best friend.

Wally shook his head, and he picked you up. “Oh no no Doll. Look at the mess you made. Now Sally was quite useful. Not including the Apple Pie you ate. She also helped me with my paintings. Especially my RED paint.”

When he picked you up from the floor, you pushed him away quite roughly. And made a run for it. Wally smiled. Ah a game? He likes games. As you ran away, you ran toward the door, you wanted to leave. Wally just stood there as he smiled big. He watched you run off. This is gonna be fun.

As you made it to the front door, and you try to open it but of course it was locked. “Fucking open the door Home!” You yell out, as you began to kick the door quite rough. “I HATE YOU, YOU STUIPD HOUSE!”

Before you could do anything else, Wally pulled you away from the door quite roughly. He turned you around and stared at you, he was angry. You’ve never seen him angry. “How dare you kick Home. Why if you weren’t my Doll I would have snapped your neck.” He said. he held onto your wrist. And he had a strong grip. Making you cry out. he looked at you and smiled once again. “Now apologize to Home....NOW.” He leaned in, as he stared into your eyes.

You look at him “Fuck you and your creepy House!” You yell out, Wally looked at you as he frowned once again, he was about to speak up again but was cut off. You headbutted his face, and hard.

“Ow! You little brat!” He hissed out in pain, backing up. He held onto his non existing nose. You quickly pushed him causing him to fall on his butt. Then you grabbed a chair and threw it against the window. Breaking it.

Loud knocks were heard. *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!*

You quickly made your way out through the window, leaving Wally there. “LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID! LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO HOME!” He yelled out. “GET BACK HERE!” The last part sounded more evil. Fuck you mess up...

You didn’t look back and ran as fast as you could. The neighborhood was quite and empty. Tears began to form, but you wipe them away. You kept on running. This couldn’t be real....no no no. Why would Wally do this.

As you couldn’t stop the tears from coming out. You fell to the floor crying and shaking. You didn’t want to be here anymore, you wanted to leave. Everyone was gone...your friends are gone. Everything you loved was gone.

“Oh Doll..” Wally said, as he stood behind you. You quickly stood up and look at him. As you were going to make a run for it but couldn’t since he grabbed you quickly. He held you close, wrapping his arms around you. Hugging you. “Oh Doll. Don’ t cry. Please.”

“Why....Why did you do this.” You cry out, as you struggle.

Wally giggled, and grabbed your chin making you look into his eyes. “For US! For us Doll. No one can get in our way now. No one can take you away from me!” He laughed out. “Now Doll. Let’s go..” He told you. Well more like demanded you.

You shake your head. “No..”

Wally looked at you and he smiled even more. “No? I wasn’t asking you, I was telling you. Now let’s go before I snap your neck Y/N...” He said in a serious tone of voice.

You just look down, and just nodded.

“Great! Now let’s go Doll.” He said, letting go of you but he grabbed your hand and started to lead you towards his house. “You know you owe Home an apology.” He said as he tighten his hand around yours.

You just nodded. “Yes Wally..”

When you guys got back to his house, Home opened the door for the both of you. “We are back Home. Y/N has something to tell you.” He said, looking at you as his pupils were almost black. “Right Doll..”

“I’m sorry Home...I’m sorry for hurting you..” You say, looking down. To which Home replied to you. *Creek Knock Creek Creek*

This made Wally smile. “See Home forgave you, you’re lucky that Home likes you. Because if they didn’t...” He said and started to chuckle. “Well you wouldn’t wanna know what Home is capable of doing.” He said in a sinister voice. “But come along Doll, let’s get each other cleaned off and let’s clean the mess.” He said.

After awhile you and Wally got cleaned. And cleaned the mess around the house, he told you not to worry about Sally’s body. He’ll make sure to dispose of it in the morning. As you laid on the bed, Wally sat besides you.

“Shh you’ve had a long day Doll. You should rest up.” He said, he watched you as you laid there. You just stayed quite, not having the energy to speak back. You just laid there, this was your life now. You wanted to leave but couldn’t not with Home in your way...All you could do was shed a single tear.

“Oh no no Doll. Shhh it’s okay.” Wally said, as he wiped away the tear. “Don’t cry.” He said. You just sigh and lay there. After awhile you were getting tried, your eyes began to feel heavy and slowly you started to drift away to dreamland.

Wally just sat there. He watched you as you slept, he smiled to himself. “That’s right Doll, you rest up.” He said and let out a sigh. He had you all to himself, it made him happy. No one was going to get in his way.

“You’re mine Doll...Forever..”

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msookyspooky · 1 year ago

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Fours a Franchise

Part 10

wordcount: 6,437

(Sorry for the very lengthy wait I had horrible writers block and kinda didn't want to write this 🥲 TW: Massive angst ahead and traumatic situations)

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Just like that…Just like that, your worst fear came to life. The entire reason why you didn't tell anyone just happened right before your very eyes and there wasn't a single thing you could do about it. Billy and Stu were gone and you were alone in the dark near that dimly lit barn. Randy ran off and never wants to see you again and everything was utterly fucked.

You didn't care at this point if Gale won a court case and took you to trial again or if everyone thought you really were what Stab made you out to be… Prison for possibly being an accomplice to murder or God knows what else they could throw at you wasn't even on your mind as much as it should be.

All you could think of was how the very few people you had left in this world would hate you. How you betrayed Randy even if you were only trying to save him and how he would never be able to trust you again. How Dewey would feel about this betrayal of hiding his sister's murderers or whatever family you had and what they would think. But right now? Randy stung the most because not only were you losing a good friend you've had through thick and thin for 10 years and on and off for 15…You were losing two 6 year olds that you loved. They were the closest thing to kids you had. And their mother, a woman that may not be your best friend, but you liked Karla. She was a friend in your eyes…And you just lost them all by one stupid mistake. One or two tiny mistakes that unraveled everything you tried so hard to hide…One dumb choice that revealed two major dumb decisions you've made; Billy and Stu.

You were so tired. You wanted to just curl up in bed and sob your eyes out…Even if Stu and Billy stuck up for you; you didn't have them either. Billy barely tolerated you and it was kind of vice versa with how much bad blood you both had…And Stu?

Stu was there for you a decade ago in his own fucked up way. He cared which was rare for someone like him and you tossed him away. You didn't feel you had a choice! He made so many threats and mistakes that could harm you or your friends in Hollywood. You figured it was best to cut ties! No more guilt, no more shame, no more secrets. Cut ties and pray you never see each other again…But after tonight…You really wish you could curl up into his lap right now and sob your eyes out like he would have gladly done for you a decade ago. Now? Not only were the stakes too high but a decade of you not reaching out stung enough that he moved on…

You were alone. You had nobody and no shoulder to cry on. Your lower lip wobbled as you sniffed hard to try not to cry.

Randy wanted nothing to do with you…Billy and Stu looked at you as a thorn in their side. You were sure of it and things were too awkward now anyways…Gale was selfish as ever…Dewey changed to the point you couldn't fully trust him…You didn't even know if you could go back to Randy's house for your things. If he'd be willing to talk, even if it was him screaming at you, it was better than this.

You could only take a few moments to cry; looking up at the sky for a moment to contemplate what to do. Vision blurry with tears.

Then you jerked when someone touched your arm.

"Hey, there you are I can't find…" Kirby's face fell. "Oh… Are you alright?"

You quickly nodded and turned away, wiping your tears knowing it's not the place nor time. In fact, time was of the essence now. Something she said made you pause before you turned back around to look at her. "Wait…Can't find who?" You sniffled out a bit trying to even your tone.

"Randy. I thought he was with you? He told me to wait in the main barn but he never came back and they already killed the opening girl in the movie…Ya know, Stab on the big screen."

You stared. "He was with me out here but…" You shook your head, mind racing. You thought he would've gotten back to Kirby. You had a sinking feeling at that as you told her. "Let's go back in and see if he's there, alright?"

Kirby nodded and followed you.

✦

Randy felt that burning in his eyes and a lump in his throat as he tried not to cry. He had to hold it together, damn it! You were the one that did this! You were the one that lied and betrayed everyone!...And with…Them. With those bastards…The fact it was the people that killed your best friends, the guys that shot him, that killed his first love even if it was one sided, that ruined your life and made all of your lives a living hell. It just felt beyond unforgivable.

He stalked to the barn having every intention of telling Kirby to get in the car. To tell her to go drag you back to the car that you all were leaving but…He faltered when he looked at the barn and felt like he could break down any moment. Seeing the crowd of Ghostface's and loud kids. Everything screamed at him that he had to leave…He faltered before marching purposely to his car before he accidentally ran into…Judy.

Judy looked at him. "Mr. Meeks? Everything alright? Where's YN?"

He faltered, "Officer Hicks?...W-What are you doing here?"

"Tracking you and YN while you both were sneaking off without a police escort…Now, where is Miss YN?"

Randy's face soured at just the mention of your name. "...Don't know." He went to walk off and she ordered him to stay put before turning around and lecturing kids on drinking. The second she did, he stalked away mumbling. "Yeah right. Like Hell I'm staying here."

He got to his car and looked under it, in the backseat, got in and went through the rules in his head. Breathing out to try and calm himself. "Under the car…Backseat…Rearview mirrors…Lock doors…"

He felt a huge wave of guilt for a moment at leaving you before sneering to himself. "Stop being soft, Randy…Let Billy and Stu help her. They have all these fucking years." He grumbled to himself as his throat had a lump in it and his eyes burned.

He started his car and went to leave.

Randy didn't even make it halfway as all these angry emotions fueled him and he felt ready to just scream or wail or both. He felt like he never even knew you…His jaw clenched as he got out his phone and while driving down the long gravel driveway…He stared long and hard, almost calling you to rip your ass or tell you to get a ride with Kirby and get your shit and get out of his life. But God, the idea of hearing your voice made him sick.

Not right now. He was too damn hurt and angry.

So…After staring at his starred favorite numbers in his contact list…He clicked on the one below yours…Dewey.

It rang a few times and he felt some righteous anger fuel him. You deserve this. Dewey deserves to know. He deserves to know how much you betrayed them and if he were to take legal action; you brought it on yourself.

As soon as Dewey picked up, Randy rushed out erratically with a crackle to his voice with unshed tears. "You were right…You were fucking right, Dew! T-Those guys…" He cut himself off with a shaky breath and clenched teeth.

Dewey was on the other line. "Randy? Randy, what do you mean? Where are you?"

"The barn on Dilton Road. It's YN! Goddamn it, Dewey…YN…" He faltered again, just unable to get it out as he cursed under his breath.

"What?...YN?...Guys?…You mean our talk earlier? Did you see them? Who are they? Tell me and I can try to ID them and-" Dewey rambled off like the airhead he was and Randy's entire face scrunched up as he just… Hung up.

He couldn't fight the tears now as he hung up and sat his phone down…He couldn't do it. He couldn't turn you in. He couldn't tell Dewey. He just couldn't fucking do it.

He had his foot on the brake at the end of the driveway…He knew he shouldn't park there which was why he had it in drive and just braked it; ready to slam on the gas at a moment's notice if someone tried something.

…But he just…His lip trembled and he felt nothing but pain in his chest. You were his best friend, you were bonded together through the trauma as survivors, you were his kids' Godmother…At one point, he loved you in his own way…He could admit that to himself a bit. He fell in love with you or at least he thought he did till you both were together for a hot minute and he saw the whole time that you were…Distracted. Now he knew why and knowing it was Billy fucking Loomis on your brain just rubbed salt into the wound. As if him having Sidney wasn't bad enough, he had you too?! He actually did still love you but in a platonic way. He loved you like a sister. Karla was the love of his life and replaced any feeling he had for Sid or you the second he met her. It was something he thought would never happen but Karla did that. He loved you just in a sisterly way now…He might've even been closer to you than his own sister Martha…

…Just for you to do this to him? To hide something so astronomically fucked up? To lie to his face all those years? How many times were you sneaking Stu out of your back door? How many times was he there and Randy had no idea and could've died? Were you even telling the damn truth?! He had no idea and never would and that's what hurt so damn much. He couldn't trust you now.

He was trying so damn hard to reason your side of it but the pain of knowing you lied for more than 13 years and hid their identity from everyone including him stung too badly right now…Stu was at your cabin! Billy and Stu were in your fucking motel! He was only taking your word for it that you all weren't a couple or in cahoots together; he felt like he never knew you at all!

He released a frustrated yell in his car as the pain in his heart felt worse than the bullet wound he got 15 years ago. Worse than nearly dying from Mrs. Loomis 13 years ago…He was fucking devastated. Tears flowed freely as he quietly sobbed a moment before furiously shaking his head with a sniff.

His voice was heavy and stuffy from crying. "NO!... No, I got kids and a wife…Fuck it! She's working with them? She can hitch a fucking ride too…I can't even worry about Kirby I just gotta get the fuck outta town and take a risk going to my family and fuck this shit!"

He went to put pressure on the gas but froze when his phone rang. He frowned seeing it wasn't Dewey but an unknown number…It was you using Kirby phone for whatever reason, he just knew it. Probably a manipulation tactic just to talk to him. He hung it up…Then… It rang again.

He rolled his eyes and jerked the phone to his ear. "WHAT?! YN, I'm not fucking talking to you right now! I'm so hurt and furious and-"

"Ooh…Trouble in the group… Randy?"

Randy's face fell, the tears in his blue eyes feeling like they dried in an instant as he heard that voice…That damned voice…It sent a chill down his spine as he looked around; hand instinctively on the wheel as he looked around the darkness outside his car.

"Friendships don't last forever. Sometimes, friends need to be…Cut…Off."

He sneered as his stomach sank. "...We're really doing this right now? It's been a decade, don't you think it's time to hang it up here? I mean, Roman Bridger and Neil Prescott…You can't get more twisted than that. Pack it up and take the loss, newbie. "

"Oh but Randy. They weren't me. They were too old school wanting revenge as a motive. Mine is more modern." The voice practically purred out sadistically.

Randy rolled his eyes. "What? Fame? Money? Damn, at least Stu did it just because he liked it. You amateur edgey wannabes-"

"Shut up or I'm gonna take that little bitch YN apart bit by bit and scatter her in your fucking front yard!" The voice angrily snapped as Randy froze. "Yeah…That's what I thought."

He huffed before swallowing hard. "You're full of shit."

"Am I?...Hate to call your bluff and you live with that on your conscience. Poor YN…She looks sad and scared. She's gonna die painfully, slowly, remembering that her friend hated her guts."

He heard his phone pin, looking at it with the killer on a video call as his blood ran cold. He didn't see a killer…He saw you and Kirby walking, and unbeknownst to you both, the killer was a mere few feet away following you.

"YN! YN BEHIND YOU-"

"She can't hear you, Randy…Why not just watch the show as I slice her into bits? The final girl finally dies as the side character no one cares about. What a great twist." The voice chuckled darkly.

Randy panicked. "Don't!!"

They hung up.

He almost instinctively got out of the car but quickly got a hold of himself…He wasn't leaving you. He knew they were baiting but he couldn't leave you. He put on a determined face and backed up faster than he should. Determined to get to you and Kirby. It was hard to see with only his tail lights in the dark before his heart dropped to his gut when he saw someone standing in the road and he didn't brake in time…Backing into them and over them. His car thumped as it hit someone.

Randy slammed on the brakes.

He sat there a moment in shock ... His face terrified…Did he just?...Oh God no…Oh Jesus no…What if he just ran over a teen in a mask drinking out here?...But what if he ran over the killer?...Either way…Dear God, he ran into someone!

He sat there for a moment. His breathing was labored. His palms were sweaty and he had wide mortified eyes.

He almost got out but shook his head. "That's stupid. Don't be stupid." He breathlessly mumbled to himself as his hands shook. He put the car in drive and drove in a sharp u turn so his headlights were on the figure. Slowly creeping to a halt to get a better look. Turning his high beams on to see…A mannequin. A mannequin with a ghostface mask on as its head was showing a blank white face and the mask was almost off its head. It was a goddamn prop and that meant the killer was out here. Somewhere. Watching him.

Randy shook his head but laughed triumphantly as he drove around it back to the party. "Ha! You thought I'd fall for that?! Fuck you! Fuuucckkk you you goddamn weak ass freak!" Randy exclaimed to himself in his car as he drove. This wasn't his first rodeo and even if they weren't out of the woods. This felt like a giant 'Fuck you!' to the killers' face that they're amateur plan didn't work.

Randy tried getting ahold of his nerves, that tiny win was subdued as he realized…The killer really was here. He had to get you out of here. Anger be damned, he could give you the cold shoulder the whole way, but he still cared and you couldn't die. You just couldn't.

He recited the rules to himself as he drove. "Rule one: Never say 'who's there?'. Rule two: Everybody's a suspect. Rule three: The killer always has a reason. Rule four: you can never have sex…Damn, ships done sailed."

He swallowed and parked the car under an old pole light that still had that orange tint they used to have back in the day. Electricity was still being paid on even if the owner didn't live there. There was still farm equipment there in use.

He looked around but left his car. Shakily moving away with that mace you gave him in hand. "Rule five: you can never drink or do drugs…Rule..Rule six: Never say 'I'll be right back'...Because you won't be back…"

He thought of franchise rules. "Rule one, kills are always more dramatic. Gorey and-" He gagged into a silent scream at the impact of something hitting him. No…Stabbing through him.

….

Randy faltered as his adrenaline was up but…. A searing pain hit him as he gagged and choked. He couldn't catch a breath and when he did it was a pained gasp for air. It hurt so much. He couldn't scream. Just staggered a few more feet before dropping to his knees in the grass…No one around as they were all in the main barn watching the movie.

Randy released a cry finally, a groaning pained cry as he reached up to feel what hit him. What made moving feel impossible as he felt warm blood slowly trickling down his back…An arrow. A slim metal arrow that went deep into the back of his left shoulder almost through his collarbone at an angle.

He was in shock but tried to get up and keep going. He forced it out of his lungs as he staggered as fast as he could. "H-H-Help! H-Help!!" He tried to wail out in a crackling voice. His body was in shock and the pain made it hard to speak before he yelped out again. A crossbow arrow missing and hitting the dirt next to his feet. He stumbled and got behind the wooden pole.

He was too far from the barn and no one could hear him. He didn't dare even get the arrow out for fear of bleeding to death. He was being hunted like an animal right now…Against all the rules he followed it's like they didn't matter. Instead, he looked at his car and tried to go back. Running as his body could manage. If he couldn't get to the barn then he was getting in his car and going to a hospital.

He went to rush to his car when a sharp ungodly pain penetrated his side as soon as he reached it…A gagging type of gasp escaped his lips as the heat flooded his nerve endings.

He saw the mask, the robe, the knife caked in his blood still in his side before they slowly dragged it out with a tilt of their head. Randy released a strangled cry as that sharp blade slowly dragged over god knows what internal organs and seared pain through his skin.

The second the blade was mostly out; He grabbed the killer out of instinct and body slammed them against the car. His pain was there but his adrenaline was too high to focus on it. This Ghostface is shorter than he was…Robbie, Charlie, Judy, Kirby, Jill, the mom that attacked you the other day! His mind was racing at who this was as he knew he had to fight for his life now.

As soon as he slammed them off of him and onto the car; they jerked the arrow out of him. He yelled in pain as hot blood gushed out and he instinctively grabbed the area…A feeling he hadn't felt in 13 years since he was at Windsor in that van with Billy's Mother. It knocked the wind out of him, it burned both icy and hot all at once as he dropped the mace from the pain. They went to stab him and they missed as he was desperately lunging at the ground for the mace.

The killer went to stab overhead as he quickly twisted on the ground and he sprayed it through the mesh eye holes of the mask.

He heard a growling groan in a medium pitched voice; he couldn't tell if they were male or female. He didn't care right now! He had to get to the car, get to the phone, get to a hospital! He was going to bleed to death.

He kicked them away and scrambled to the car while clutching his dripping stomach only because it hurt the worst even if that arrow wound could be what makes him lose the most blood. Groaning and gasping with each movement at the horrible pain as he rushed for his life. That feeling of his own hot blood on his fingers…He had hoped he'd never feel it again.

He almost got in the car…Almost made it… when he felt a stab on his back…He couldn't even scream from the pain as a strangled gasp came out before his body fell…It was…He couldn't move, couldn't get up…It hurt so bad! He didn't know if they severed his spinal cord or hit a nerve or the pain was just that bad…

Randy's life flashed before his eyes as the masked figure loomed over top of him. All these images in his mind. His childhood in Woodsboro, him and Martha as kids, his teens and crushing on Sidney while being the dork in town, you moving in and all the fun memories the group had prior, the most traumatic night of his life, him blaming you for Sidney's death and cutting you off, his first time, college, his first girlfriend, all the Ghostface attacks and all of the fun he had with you and Dewey, meeting Karla, their first time kissing and making love and marrying…And Chad and Mindy being born.

That last thought had him crying openingly. He had tears in his eyes as a croaking whisper sounded from him. He begged for his life. "P-Please! Don't do this…My kids need me, don't do this-" He silently sobbed while trying to backpedal or move or something if his body would allow it.

He was able to start backpedaling. He almost got to the car door.

The killer tilted their head almost…Taunting him. Like he actually had a chance. Before he released a gargled scream as the knife plunged into his chest. Over and over again.

✦

You gazed at the sea of Ghostface masks, heard the kids reciting Stab word for word, smelled hay and booze mixed together, felt heat radiating off of so many people in a small space. You instantly felt closed in and wanted to get out…But you couldn't. Not yet.

You moved past people, breaking through the crowd calling Randy's name. A few kids shhed you and you scoffed but ignored them.

One was particularly pissy and Kirby turned to them with a mocking smile and muttered. "Spoiler; Billy and Stu are the killers. The end. Fuck off."

They groaned and cussed you out but you ignored them more. Your eyes scanned the Ghostface masks illuminated by the red party lights…It felt dizzying as you desperately tried to look for Randy's face.

Kirby told you. "I didn't think I saw his car when we came in here. You wanna ride with me? I'm going back to my place and Jill said she might swing by with the boys."

You were distracted. Hurt that Randy ditched you…You knew he was upset and didn't trust you weren't the killer but you didn't think he'd outright leave you alone during act 3 like this…Then again, maybe you did but it stung all the same. Your shoulders sagged as you solemnly nodded. "Y-Yeah…I'd appreciate a lift."

You both walked out and your heart sank as Kirby was right…You didn't see his car…He left you.

Kirby scrunched her face and pointed. "Wait...Hey…Isn't that Randy's car?"

You looked over at his car now parked in a different spot 20 feet away under the pole light…Practically touching it like he was in a hurry to park it.

You felt this dreadful feeling. Something wasn't right.

Kirby shrugged. "Maybe he just wanted to be under the light more? Ya know, murders and all."

You knew that was true but you still had a bad feeling. "Stay here." You told her as you walked near the car. You didn't get 5 feet from it when you saw dark liquid in the grass that without the faint orange hue of the polelight you would've stepped right over. You bent down…And touched it shakily. You knew what it was, you felt a sickness overtake you but you still had to check. You brought your hand back up and saw the red on your fingertips. Still wet, still semi warm, and that metallic scent was undeniable. This was blood and god forbid…You now saw smears on the car too. There was a struggle.

'God no. Please don't be him.'

You quickly jumped up and yelled at Kirby. "Call 911! Right now! Get in the barn!"

"Why?!" She demanded until you showed your blood smeared hand that touched the grass.

Her face dropped. "Jesus Christ."

She went to do that when some kid yelled frantically. "Hey! Come on! It's this way!"

You rushed over to Kirby, pulling her out of the way as a horde of teens rushed out of the barn. Rushing towards the area you and Billy and Stu talked at. You had a hold of Kirby's shoulder as you both gave each other odd looks but followed.

Your heart thumped in your ears and your breathing quickened with each step as fear slowly gripped you more and more with each second. You expected a warning from the killer or some teen dead…Why did you all have to come here?

Kirby went up ahead of you as you stopped and called 911 on your phone. Even if you were the 20th call for this exact reason, you couldn't take that chance. Even a prank you couldn't disregard, and right now, this didn't feel like a prank.

You saw more kids rush past you and right when you went to follow to look at what it was. Kirby rushed to you, blocking the path with all the color drained from her face.

Kirby begged you, grabbing your arm. "N-No, no, no YN. Don't." She choked out, tears in her eyes.

You raced forward, trying to see what she was so scared of…And…You saw a human corpse hung by a rope with the barn doors wide open. Dangling 10 feet in the air.

…

You stared in so much shock…So much…Shock.

It was like a nightmare…It wasn't real…It wasn't fucking real.

There hanging from the rafters of the barn…Was a corpse that was clearly real…You saw the guts hanging a few feet below them.

You rushed closer and clamped your hands over your mouth as a terror striken scream erupted from you. It was like you couldn't even control your own body responses now.

You stared with wide eyed horror at what you saw…As the corpse slowly spun on the rope around his neck…And…When you saw the face. Your knees buckled. You stopped breathing. You stopped thinking. Every horrible emotion you could think of charged through you at seeing Randy Meeks hanging by a rope…Gutted…Stabbed…His eyes wide open and dead. His skin pale white almost blue from blood lose.

You just froze before you felt your breathing become just you hyperventilating. You felt like you should scream again. Scream like those women do in horror movies, some ungodly shriek to the top of your lungs. You felt like you should pass out. You felt like you should faint…But you just froze there hyperventilating as tears sprang to your eyes. You felt a pair of arms hold you close, pulling you to their chest. "Don't look! Please God, YN…Don't look." You heard Dewey choke out as he came onto the scene…You were so distraught you didn't even hear the sirens as you just realized blue and red police lights were reflecting off the barn's metal siding.

Dewey was trying to hold it together for his job but was just as shell shocked as you were. Your eyes stayed wide and unblinking as he held you…This couldn't be real. This couldn't be real!

Kirby put a shaky hand over her mouth as she looked at Randy hanging from the barn.

You suddenly felt a surge of…SOMETHING! Rage, devastation, terror. Something that made you shove away from Dewey and go forward to look. You had to see. What if it was fake? This had to be fake. This had to be fake! A horrible prank or bait or something! You heard Dewey begging you as you got as close as police would allow. They were already blocking off the crime scene…And you smelled the blood from here. You saw his eyes looking through you unfocused and glazed over. The color from his lips and face…And you knew.

You shook your head as tears leaked from your eyes and you put both hands over your face to prevent a wail from escaping. A shrieking pained wail at seeing your best friend like this.

What snapped you out of it was hearing some teenage boys laughing and taking videos and something in you completely snapped. Without thinking you rushed towards them, smacking the ones phone out of his hands and swinging on him. You didn't give a fuck right now what charges there would be. The disrespect sent you over the edge as Dewey instantly grabbed you and you tried jerking out of his hold. Screaming in rage and wanting to do anything you could to make them stop recording.

They turned and recorded you with shocked faces and disbelieving grins…And Kirby showed her age, playing the younger generations game by recording them instead. Uno reverse.

Kirby yelled, hurting at seeing Randy like this too. "Wow, we feel good about ourselves douchebags?! Recording a woman grieving over her friend, you sick fucks! Maybe you're the killers and that's why you're laughing? How's this gonna look on your fucking college application, dicks?!"

You saw them instantly stop recording, hide their faces and rush away from the crime scene as Kirby yelled after them. "That's what I thought, pussys!!"

Dewey dragged you away with the help of another cop as Dewey shook you by the shoulders to snap you out of it. "YN!"

Your lip trembled as you just hugged onto him and he rocked you a bit. You knew how badly he wanted to sob with you as you clung to him and cried against his body. This wasn't fair...This wasn't fucking fair.

Dewey's voice cracked. "I-I had to hang up from Gale because of Randy calling me. He hung up on me and I rushed here as fast as I could while Gale was setting up stupid cameras in the barn trying to play hero and now she isn't answering …Damn it, Randy." His voice shook.

You realized something…Even in your grief…

Randy's words ran through your head. "No one is safe. Legacy Characters? Cannon fodder at this point. Once the Nostalgia has reached its peak? We're done! Main characters are completely expendable now. Either they die or the most fucked up shit happens to them"

It hurt so bad. It's like he knew. No one was safe. After all these years, your luck was finally running out.

Then Stu's and Billy's words rang out.

"Killer did it. Guarantee it. They're setting a trap and you idiots are falling for it."

"if they're copying us; they'll kill soon. A big one. One that's going to distract people just like you did with the Principle while I entertained my party."

It hit you…Randy was Principal Himbry. And Gale was supposedly alone in the main barn now setting up cameras.

You jerked away from Dewey and yelled at him. "Gale!"

His eyes instantly widened in realization as you ran to the barn as fast as you could and he followed behind you. Gun ready as he screamed for his wife. You almost tripped running so fast in the grass as you rounded the corner with Dewey staggering as fast as he could behind you.

You heard her cry out and saw a masked figure as you didn't hesitate to rush up there with your gun. "Hold on, Gale!" The second you reached up there…You looked around. Gale was scrambling against someone in the hay and you a warning shot. You saw that mask look at you and your adrenaline kicked in as you went to fire again and they dodged behind a pillar.

You kept your gun aimed while rushing to Gale who stood up.

"You alright?"

Gale grumbled. "I'm fine just-...WATCH OUT!"

Dewey yelled your name from below as he finally caught up and heard the gunshots.

You whipped your gun around to fire before dodging a knife. It barely missed slashing you over the face as you gasped and stumbled back. You went to aim again and before you could pull the trigger you felt a heavy boot kick you in the sternum…It knocked the wind from you and sent you flying over the edge of the hayloft. You felt that rush of dropping with you unable to do anything but plummet. You released a pained groan when you collided on top of the drink table. Crashing onto the red cups and the punch bowl toppled over and you laid there in the middle of the table with it broken in half.

Dewey rushed in to you as you told you were fine as quickly as you could. With his gun aimed he was screaming for his wife's name as he went to climb the loft.

You tried to ignore the stiffness in your body as you jerked your gun up too…Right when you saw Gale get stabbed and roll herself off the loft as well. Bouncing off a straw bale before rolling onto the ground. Dewey aimed multiple times as a light went out and wood splintered near the pillars but he missed. You raised your revolver and fired. You saw them jerk and heard a person yell under that mask as they clutched their arm.

You sneered to yourself and growled out. "Got you now, piece of shit." Before aiming for their head. They ducked in time and fled.

You pushed yourself up, eager to chase after them. They had to pay…OH, they had to pay! You wanted them dead more than any other Ghostface thus far…You were so sick of this shit and seeing yourself get a shot in felt damn good. Randy would be cheering you on and that thought alone sprung more angry tears to your eyes but fueled determination in you. You pushed yourself up and sprinted to the ladder as Dewey yelled at you not to go as he ran after you.

"Damn it, YN! Don't be stupid!" Dewey's face was angry yet scared. A rare thing for him as he aimed his gun as well in the loft.

You raced to the loft with Dewey behind you just to see no one was there…Cursing to yourself under your breath realizing they had another escape route…A door swinging against the wall. You ran to it. Eager to put the remaining 7 bullets you had into this fuckers head.

You jerked the door open and looked down. The ladder kicked away and laying on the ground and no one in sight. Just cool night air hitting you as you stared. Your face twisted into contempt at the idea of Randy's killer getting away.

"FUCK!" You hissed out as you kicked a nearby straw bale in anger.

You bitterly thought the names of who you thought did this. Robbie and Charlie. They knew this barn and they knew it enough to host this party and to know all escape routes. You climbed down seeing Dewey had already practically jumped off the ladder to get to Gale. You climbed down to the ground and rushed over as you saw she was stabbed in her shoulder.

More cops swarmed in as Dewey looked up and ordered them. "Search EVERYWHERE! Every barn, the woods, cars, everywhere!!" All before his demeanor changed as he looked at his wife in concern. He put pressure on her wound with fear in his eyes. "Put pressure on that. Oh God, Gale. Honey, just hang on-" Dewey mumbled with a pained expression.

Gale put her own hand in place of Dewey's asking. "Did you catch him?"

Dewey shook his head with a trembling voice. "No. Hopefully your cameras caught something."

Gale informed him. "They're not the only ones. There's uh…A webcam." She croaked out in some pain. "There's a webcam; it's hidden up there. It was watching me."

Dewey looked up instinctively and so did you. Your face soured. Just confirming who this was to you.

Dewey wasn't following. "Webcam? W-What webcam?"

Gale drew out in a shaky breath as she held her bleeding shoulder. "He's recording the murders."

Dewey still asked with wide eyes. "What?"

You gritted your teeth, tears still on your cheeks from Randy's death as you drew out. "This time…He's making the movie. Even more than Roman did."

Gale nodded at your understanding before she grimaced in pain.

She grew serious as she winced at the pain. Choking out as sirens of an ambulance could be heard down the road.

"…Get this fucker."

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