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krashlite · 19 days

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Opinions on secret Soulmates? (Saw you made the millie animatic so im curious) /light hearted

(Bass boosted sigh)

Short answer, I love this duo and they’re one of my favorite toxic yaois in this fandom however comma during DL they’re definitely unethical and I’ve already gone through all the the intricacies of how DL went badly

Long answer

I think they’re fascinating because they both tend to idolize the other while both using the other as an excuse to avoid their problems and dooming the both of them in the process. When they’re around each other they’re usually only Positive and any Negativity is very jarring (especially from Grian’s perspective, who sees B as a safe person). Introducing negativity there is like being tagged when you’re on base- it shouldn’t be allowed they don’t know what to do with it

Except it’s somewhat unbalanced

BigB keeps finding himself in situations where he’s the failsafe for Grian’s poor decisions. In 3L the Blue Sword Boys were all but planning a rescue mission for Grian midway through the war. In DL obviously Grian ran away to BigB when Scar was his soulmate, then again in LimL Grian ran to him when the other two Bad Boys died

In all three of these seasons, you can argue having this connection got BigB killed! In 3L BigB was still reaching out to Grian as Scar and Bdubs cornered him (then he turned on Grian but shhh), in DL Grian killed Ren, BigB’s soulmate, and in LimL Grian got the Nosey Neighbors into SEVERAL scenarios that cost them time

Again, they idolize each other but BigB has the understanding that Grian brings danger into his life. Yet he still ultimately views Him as a positive thing. In fact, I’d even argue that the added danger is what BigB idolizes him FOR

And that’s because BigB is scared of getting into dangerous scenarios. He usually bases alone, he develops an alter ego to run from the consequences of killing Cleo, he has to psyche himself up for Any type of physical attack on someone and when he does strike he’s screaming “AAAAAAA” the whole time!

Grian doesn’t need to do that, it comes naturally to him

Then on Grian’s side of things- he’s a coward too! Except he’s constantly masking it with his thrill seeking, trying to be the scariest thing in the room not just to feel strong but so that everyone else Leaves Him Alone. In fact, Grian ALSO tends to base alone! Or at least he tries to, until some group comes along and tosses him over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He makes secret alliances to save his own skin (yes, alliances plural, there were Several), and is usually the first to run when trouble comes his way

And all that running is Tiring.. it’s so, so tiring

So him idolizing BigB is him idolizing that “safety” he sees BigB having. Grian has never had a direct interaction with one of BigB’s risks, nor does he have any reason to see BigB as a threat in the same way other people are “threats.” He runs off to BigB over and over again because he sees BigB as someone that can save him, maybe even the Only person that can save him

Except again, what ends up happening is Grian gets BigB killed

Also couldn’t find a way to fit it in here but iirc BigB is the first person Grian actually built a grave for and I’m so normal about that

#move ASIDE desertduo I have a new toxic yaoi #trafficshipping #I guess #that’s a solid I guess #I don’t even know where I stand on shipping in this fandom anymore #but I like them narratively and that’s what matters to me #bigbst4tz2 #grian #trafficblr

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writing-for-life · 1 month

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March Mania: Sandman Edition

The lovely @tickldpnk8 and I are art aficionados and Sandman meta writers. And one fine Friday, she just slid into my inbox and went, “What if…”

And if you have Sandman brain-rot, a “What if” quickly turns into a “Let’s do it!”

After much plotting, planning and sourcing material, we proudly present “March Mania: Sandman Edition”—a bracket tournament/poll/event over roughly four weeks that involves all original Sandman artists until only three are standing in a final show-down.

Well, all artists is a lie. We had criteria for qualification, and they are as follows:

Only artists involved in Gaiman’s original run of The Sandman qualify. That also includes Overture, Endless Nights and Dream Hunters.

Only the main artist of an issue qualifies. This is usually the penciller or the “artist” (where no inking and/or colouring by a second or third person is involved). Inkers and colourists unfortunately do not qualify on this occasion (unless they were the main artist in another issue).

This year, we will make it all about, “Who drew your favourite Dream?” And as such, his face needed to be visible in at least one panel to qualify the artist. Both Morpheus and Daniel qualify—they’re both Dream after all.

Even after applying all criteria, we were left with an impressive count of 24 artists. And from tomorrow (March 25), they will go head-to-head in round one:

We will post one poll each day, and you can vote for your favourite artist for 24 hours. So please share the polls so as many people as possible can vote. You will find them via the tag #sandman march mania.

And if that’s all you want to/can do, we’re super happy, because we wanted to create an event that is low effort to participate in while still being fun and hopefully bringing those artists back into your memory that you might have forgotten about (that’s why it’s not really a competition, because all of these artists are amazing in their own way). Let’s all remember:

The Sandman would not exist without its amazing artists. They deserve every bit of praise.

But it doesn’t need to stop there. In the true spirit of any fandom-event, no matter how small, of course we’d love you to participate beyond just voting for your favourite.

Each poll will contain a quick reminder of the issues the artist has illustrated so you can refresh your memory.

Maybe you’d like to share your favourite panels in the reblogs, or write what you love about your favourite artist?

Maybe you are aware of other work they have done (comics, book illustrations, commissions) you’d like to share?

Help us turn the reblogs into a colourful appreciation of your favourite artist, in whatever way you see fit.

And if you have any questions, hit up @writing-for-life and @tickldpnk8 as the event organisers. We so look forward to sharing our love for these artists and hope you join in.

Spread the message far and wide, and we’ll see you all tomorrow for the first poll (we’ll post 6pm/London each day with a few time zone reblogs thrown in)!

#the sandman #sandman #dream of the endless #neil gaiman #morpheus #sandman march mania #sandman x art #sandman comics #sandman art #sandman fandom #dc comics #vertigo comics

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countryrebel1995 · 7 months

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I didn't want to have to make this post, I've seen enough shipping drama on Tumblr over the years that I usually steer clear of it, but there’s been so much Nooshy bashing in the tags lately that I feel compelled to weigh in on it.

Why do people like Nooshy? Well, to put it simply, even though she’s never the center of attention in "Sing 2", Nooshy manages to be a girl with layers, and there's a lot to appreciate about her. When we're first introduced to her, she's a street performer so she can make the money that she needs to survive, but she’s also genuinely passionate about her craft - she loves to dance - and she enjoys getting a chance to share that passion with someone else whenever they come along.

While she can be snarky and prickly and slow to trust strangers, she’s also very nice once you get to know her. After a young turtle kid almost screws up her performance, she's still very playful and accommodating towards him. When she’s brought backstage to the Crystal theater, she compliments some dude's hat just to make him feel good about himself. While she initially agrees to help Johnny because he offers to pay her, she starts to stick up for him and genuinely support him, because the way Klaus treats him isn't right. She decides to help the Moon Theater troupe put on their big show, even though she's only known these people for about a week and their plan will surely be very dangerous, because the way Jimmy Crystal treats them isn't right either and she wants to help them stick it to the man. After Johnny tells her that he and his family used to be a gang of notorious criminals, Nooshy never judges them for their shady past, and is actually quite happy to see how close he and his father are now (especially since it's implied that she might not even have parents herself). And during "A Sky Full Of Stars", she encourages Johnny to never give up and follow his heart, because he's her friend and she wants to see him succeed.

Nooshy is snarky and mischievous, but underneath it all, she's actually a very kind girl, and very loyal towards the people who earn her respect. And by the end of "Sing 2", she gets her happy ending when she not only gets a new paying career doing what she loves, but also finds a place where she belongs among the Moon Theater troupe.

The reason why I just went off on that rather long tangent, dissecting her character, is to drive home the point that Nooshy has done nothing in the canon films to warrant the way people talk about her sometimes.

I've seen people insult everything about her and her fans for shipping reasons, because they see her as a threat to their preferred ships (even though she and Johnny are not even canonically a couple by the end of "Sing 2"). And there's a real double standard when it comes to this too, because no other character who's been shipped with Johnny over the years gets this kind of treatment. Meena doesn't, Ash doesn't, Ryan doesn't (even though the claim that Nooshy haters sometimes make - that people only like her as one half of a ship - could just as easily be said about him).

And this is really nothing new. Characters getting trash-talked over shipping wars is a tale as old as time when it comes to fandoms, and people are entitled to their opinions. The reason why I made this post is because lately, the Nooshy bashing is starting to cross a line.

Over the last few months, I've been seeing a growing number of comments complaining about people including Nooshy in their fanart. I've also been seeing a growing number of posts outright insulting people who like Nooshy or like to ship her with Johnny, saying that they're stupid and shallow and should just go away because they’re a blight on the fandom.

How about no.

In a fandom, people are allowed to like whatever character they like, or ship whatever couple they like, so long as they're not hurting anyone. If you hate Nooshy so much that you can't stand seeing any fanart of her or fanfics of her, because you don't want to be reminded that she exists, then I'm sorry but you're either just going to have to deal with that or stop engaging with the parts of the fandom where people want to appreciate her. Because quite frankly, your hatred for this character is no one else’s problem except your own and people are not going to stop liking her just for your benefit.

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princessmisery666 · 1 year

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Fries, Goodbyes & The Rest Of Our Lives

Summary: Being stood up isn’t always a bad thing.

Warnings/Genre etc.: Fluff, lousy singing.

W/C: 2k

Characters: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw, Mentions/Small Parts: Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace, Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia, Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, Harvard.

Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Notes: I saw this post on Instagram, and it immediately made me think of Rooster. Songs: Is This Love by White Snake, Can’t Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli.

A/N: the wonderful and brilliant @writercole helped with ideas, summary, and title and helped make the muses comply.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Top Gun: Maverick // All The Fandoms

Fries, Goodbyes & The Rest Of Our Lives

It’s been a week. It’s not even worth listing all the things that went wrong. The icing on the cake (presumably made with salt and not sugar - cause it's that kind of week) was your date canceled on you as you took a seat at a booth in the diner.

You sigh as the waitress comes to take your order, accepting that you’ve been stood up and decide you may as well eat since you’re already there.

“I’ll take a cheeseburger, side salad, no tomato, extra dressing, please.”

The elderly waitress smiles. It’s comforting and sweet. Her name tag says Pattie, and you imagine her grandkids get overly excited whenever Granny Pat visits. “You want the fries with that?”

You ponder for half a second before declining, “No thanks.”

“You sure, hun? They’re included in the price.”

You had dirty Cajun fries from the food cart outside the office at lunch. You know the diner’s fries won’t taste as good, besides you want to leave room for dessert, so you politely decline again.

“I’ll take them, Pattie!”

You twist in the booth to look over your shoulder and find the source. A handsome guy sitting at the bar, wearing a light yellow floral print shirt, smiles and gives a two-fingered wave. You’d clocked him when you’d entered. You’d caught his eye too, and he’d given you a broad smile. His mustache was a flashback to a decade or two ago, but he wore it well. He carried it with a sense of pride and confidence. It looked good on him. Anyone else, you’d have thought it was creepy.

“Hush now, boy,” Pattie scolds, but she’s smiling when she turns back to face you.

You chuckle, nodding toward him, “He’ll take the fries.”

Pattie takes your menu and disappears to the kitchen. You look at Mr. Mustache, who tips his beer bottle to you before bringing it to his lips.

You grab your phone and message the “No Scrubs” group.

You: Stood up again. Where you guys at?

Cole: At that navy bar I was telling you about. Come meet us.

You: I’ve just ordered dinner. Will see how I feel after.

You scroll social media while you wait. Pattie comes by a few times, brings cutlery and sauces, and refreshes your drink.

You hear the bell ring to signal an order’s ready, and your mouth waters when you see Pattie heading toward you. The burger looks delicious. The brioche bun glistens under the lights as the cheese melts over the edge onto the plate. It's so tall there’s a wooden skewer through the top to keep it in place, and the fries are fat and look perfectly crispy.

Pattie sets the plate down, “Enjoy, sweetheart,” and you swallow before drool slips out.

Just as you pull the skewer out of the burger, you hear, “Those are mine, remember.”

You laugh, twisting to look at him again. He’s got a cheerful smirk, but his brow is raised as if challenging you. “Why don’t you join me?” you offer.

He grabs his beer and twists off his stool. The smile remains while he saunters over, and you can’t take your eyes off him, admiring the sway of his hips. He’s confident in an almost bashful way. The open floral shirt shows a white shirt beneath it, and the contrast against his tanned skin looks as edible as your burger.

“Tell me,” he says, grabbing a fry and biting off the end. “What kind of psychopath doesn’t have fries with their burger?”

You shrug, “The same kind that offers to take a stranger's fries.”

“Touché,” he chuckles.

You laugh, explaining, “I had fries at lunch and want dessert.”

He nods as if now understanding your logic. “Ah, she’s got a sweet tooth.”

“I’ve heard that the chocolate malt here is the best in the state. I can’t pass that up,” you grin.

“Well, that is true,” he shrugs, popping another fry into his mouth. “Make or break question here, whipped cream on top of the shake?”

“I fear this will affect our budding friendship,” you tease, “but ab-so-lutely whipped cream on top of the shake. Among other places,” you wink.

His boldness flounders for half a second, recognizing he’s met his match, but he recovers quickly. Wetting his lips and giving a cheeky smile. “Are you flirting with me?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“I don’t see a ring, and you’re here alone. Are you single?”

“Yes.”

“Then yes, I’m definitely flirting with you.”

His smile widens and remains while the conversation flows and the two of you eat. Flirtations and laughter pass back and forth effortlessly.

Your phone chimes with another message, and you see the ‘No Scrubs’ group chat has two unread messages. You don’t want to be rude and pick it up to reply, but you know if you don’t, they’ll likely call to make sure you’re okay.

“Somewhere else you need to be?” he asks, a hint of disappointment in his voice that he attempts to hide behind a sip of beer.

“No, just some friends trying to get me to go meet them at some Navy bar.” You roll your eyes and type a quick ‘maybe’ before locking your phone, setting it face down on the table.

“Navy bar? The Hard Deck?” he questions, tilting his head to the side.

“I think that’s what Cole said. Do you know it?”

“That’s actually where I’m headed after. I could give you a ride. If you need one, that is.”

“I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Bradley, but my friends call me Rooster.”

“Rooster?” you laugh. “Please tell me there’s a good story there.”

“There might be. I guess that depends on if you want to hear it.”

“How about you tell me on the way to the bar?”

The open window lifts your hair slightly, and every time Rooster gets a hit of your perfume, he inhales deeply, savoring it.

He sticks to the speed limit, if not a little below it. He’s not quite ready to say goodbye to you. He’s never had such an instant, effortless connection with someone, and he wants to make it last as long as possible.

You’d laughed at the story about his name. You’d have never guessed that it was a nickname his uncle gave him when he was a kid. The radio is playing at a low volume, but as soon as the opening bars of Is This Love by White Snake start, you lean over and crank the volume as loud as it will go, singing along as if he isn’t there.

“Is this love that I'm feeling?” you sing, holding a pretend microphone. “Is this the love that I've been searching for? Is this love, or am I dreaming? This must be love. 'Cause, it's really got a hold on me. A hold on me.”

You can’t hold a tune, and your voice cracks a few times, but still, you belt it out with vigor, and Rooster thinks he may be falling in love. Did Pattie put something in those fries?

“Sorry,” you say, settling back into your seat, “that’s one of my favorites.”

It’s one of my favorites now too. But he doesn’t say it. Instead, he laughs, “I never would’ve guessed.”

“Are you not a car karaoke kinda guy?” you ask. “You seem like you like to sing along.”

“I’ve been known to hold a few car concerts,” he admits, “but I didn’t want to interrupt your flow.”

“Can you sing as good as me?”

He looks at you and sees the jesting expression. You know you can’t sing, and you don’t care one little bit.

“I’d love to serenade you,” he says, “but unfortunately, we’re here.”

“Some other time?” you ask, and he swears you sound hopeful.

Rooster opens the Hard Deck door, and as soon as he hears the hustle and bustle from inside, he wishes he’d suggested you stay at the diner. Holding the door open, he gestures for you to enter first, and you smile a thanks as you pass by.

You stop a few feet inside, scanning the room as he stands beside you. This is the one time he hopes Hangman is being himself and has, by some miracle, coaxed your friends over to the group so Rooster has an excuse to keep talking to you.

“Those are my friends over there,” you say, dashing all his hopes as you point to the pool tables on the opposite side of the room.

“I’m over there,” Rooster says, pointing to where the Dagger squad is assembled.

“Thanks for the ride.”

“Thanks for the fries.”

“Anytime.”

“Enjoy the rest of your night.”

“You too.”

There’s a pause, neither of you knowing what to do. You rise to the tips of your toes, and he dips to let you place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

His cheeks quickly flush, hearing the jeers, shouts, and wolf whistles, but you drop back down with a laugh.

“Sorry,” he says. “They’re a bunch of idiots.”

He scolds himself for being an idiot as you walk away. He should invite you over or ask for your number, but he’s suddenly tongue-tied. He stares at you, frozen to the spot, long enough to see your friends turn to look at him as you settle into your seat.

Throughout the night, flirtatious glances are passed back and forth, and smiles exchanged when they linger. Of course, it’s Hangman who notices the consequence of Rooster’s error.

“Looks like you lose again, Rooster,” the blond pilot remarks, a way too smug grin showing off his perfectly white teeth. “Too snug on that perch, and Harvard is gonna take your lady right out from under your beak.”

Rooster doesn’t care if it proves Hangman’s point. He looks directly at you. Harvard is whispering in your ear. You're smiling, but Rooster thinks it's more of a polite, courteous smile than genuine interest.

But it’s the kick he needs to take action. He looks to Phoenix, Bob, and Mickey, almost pleading, “I need your help.”

Phoenix nods once, Bob smiles, and Mickey asks, “What?”

“He wants to do the Goose move,” Phoenix explains without Bradley needing to tell her any more.

“What’s the Goose move?”

“It’s the move his Dad did to get his Mom,” Bob says.

“I don’t know what that is,” Mickey shrugs.

“Technically, we've been doing it for years,” Rooster says, “it’s just that this time, it involves my future wife.”

“So, no pressure,” Bob gulps.

“Relax. I’ve got a plan,” Phoenix winks, gesturing for the three guys to come closer.

Harvard doesn’t seem all that smart, and you wonder if it's an ironic nickname or callsign, as Rooster had explained. Harvard certainly doesn’t understand body language. You’ve tried, unsuccessfully, to put some distance between you three times. The third time he slides his arm around your shoulders.

Before you can shrug, his arm slips off, and suddenly, a pretty brunette woman is in his place. “Hi,” she says brightly, her back to a flustered-looking Harvard. “I’m Phoenix, and this is Fanboy. We’re friends with Rooster.”

Butterflies dance in your stomach. Before she can say anymore or you have a chance to wonder why he’s sent his friends to rescue you, the jukebox cuts off, and a collective groan echoes around the room.

“That was supposed to happen,” Phoenix smiles. Fanboy is speaking quietly to Harvard, and he doesn’t seem happy about whatever is being said, but you're grateful for the interruption.

There’s a soft twinkling from a piano somewhere in the room, and after a few more notes, you find the source. Phoenix continues, “That’s Bob, and you’ve met Rooster.”

Your eyes drift up from the piano player and land on Bradley, fingers tapping the wooden top, while Bob continues to find the right melody.

Rooster’s eyes are locked on you, a shy smirk lifting the corner of his mustache.

“Thanks for the save,” you say to Phoenix but keep your eyes on Rooster.

“Well, it wasn’t the actual intention, but Harvard can be a bit…” she trails off.

“Thick?”

“That’s a good word for him,” she laughs.

The bright random notes turn into a clear, rich melody that flows through the room moments before the smooth baritone of Rooster’s voice fills the air. “You’re just too good to be true. Can’t take my eyes off of you.”

Damn, he can sing!

Taking the lyrics literally, he doesn’t avert his eyes while he serenades you. You feel Phoenix’s hand at your elbow, but you can’t look away from the gorgeous man belting out a song just for you. Only when he draws closer do you realize she’s guiding you to him.

The bar is packed, and the crowd gathers around the piano, but somehow Rooster is always in your line of sight, and then Fanboy is in front of you, splitting the crowd to let you through.

It feels surreal but magical when somehow there’s a clear path straight to Rooster. It looks like an aisle leading to an altar, and the man that awaits you has been sent from the heavens because he’s gorgeous, kind, funny, and clearly has a talent for commanding a room. You wonder what else you could uncover, given some time.

“At long last, love has arrived,” Rooster sings as you reach his side. Phoenix slips away as you reach for Bradley’s outstretched hand.

Definitely an altar, and you’ll happily worship here for eternity. Interlocking your fingers with his, he pulls you against him. “Now that I found you, stay,” it’s more than a song, it's a question, and you nod.

Slowly, he inches closer, and the crowd takes over, singing the chorus, when his lips connect with yours and the world melts away.

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imtooscaredforthis · 3 months

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Entrapment

Chapter Twenty Six: Sore Loser

Mentions of: Trauma, Sleep Deprivation, Paranoia, Neurosis, Stalking, and angst

A/N: Mid semester and dying…pray for me y’all…I hope you enjoy!

Tags: @elentiyaiswriting @dead-bxxxtch-walking @mama-miya @vandeaad @the-fandoms-georgie

You showered three times over the next morning. You didn’t care how the hot water burned your new cuts, or how your skin was all pruned, you washed and washed until you felt clean, on the outside at least.

You couldn’t look at yourself in the mirror after. Couldn’t see the cuts he left on you. Especially not the heart-shaped carving he left on your hip. You felt so disgusted with yourself for letting him do that..for letting him defile you…and even more disgusted with the small part of yourself that enjoyed it. But you knew that wasn’t your common sense or anything, it was just your body’s reaction.

You hated what he did to you that night. You hated him. And you hated yourself for letting it happen.

What made it worse was that he had all this control over you. He could use you whenever he wanted. The moment you said no, the moment you fought back, he’d kill everyone you cared about. You wouldn’t be surprised if he somehow found out where your family lived and threatened them too.

You felt a shiver go down your spine at that thought, panic and fear surging through you. You should call your mother and check up on them, but Ghostface could be listening, and the last thing you wanted was to draw attention to them. They’re safe and that’s all that matters.

Days dragged by and you couldn’t help but wonder if and when he was going to play another one of his sick games. If he was going to cut you up or use you like some fucked up sex toy. It was quiet, and while you were slightly relieved with the peace, you took advantage of it in any way you could.

—

You poor thing. Ever since that night, he played with you, you’ve changed. You have been changing, ever since this all started, but that night really changed you.

You don’t eat as much as you used to and don’t sleep as well, the dark circles hanging heavily under your eyes. You’ve even started to change your clothing, more pants and long-sleeved button-ups, hiding yourself. Protecting yourself.

You’ve become much less social and even avoid your friends, hardly making small talk or any conversation whatsoever, focusing on work instead. You’re starting to shut people out, to put up walls. You think you’re protecting them, but in reality, it’s Danny’s way of pushing you to isolate yourself. So either way, you’ll have no one left.

You haven’t given up, though. Danny’s not sure you ever will. No matter how much he breaks you, no matter how much he hurts you, you’ll bounce back even stronger than before.

You’re a fighter, a survivor. And it’s something he loves about you.

He watched as you worked for hours and hours at the office where you feel safe trying to analyze every scrap of information you can find, trying to piece together the puzzle of his identity, those little cogs turning in your brain until you got frustrated and gave up for the night and went home.

You don’t even feel safe in your apartment, spending most nights in your car. But you should know that you’re not safe anywhere…It doesn’t matter because like it or not, you always have to go back to your apartment, be it for a change of clothes or something else, you always come back. And wherever you go, he follows like a shadow..like a predator, watching and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

—

You stretched your sore muscles, slipping off your jacket and climbing out from the backseat where you once had been sleeping. The windshield was all fogged up from the typical Florida humidity, and you wiped it away to see a light pink sky, the sun rising.

You had plenty of time before work and couldn’t help but wonder if you should head into your apartment for some clothes or go back to sleep for a little longer. But your train of thought completely stopped when you spotted something on your dashboard.

It was a Polaroid. You don’t remember bringing any pictures into your car, besides one of your family that you kept stashed in your glove compartment.

Your hands trembled as they clutched the photo. It was from that night, a look of euphoria on your face, and a gloved hand around your throat, Ghostface’s mask resting on your shoulder.

On the back, written in bold black Sharpie read the words “MISS YOU” with a little heart symbol. Your heart was pounding, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You almost screamed when your fingers brushed up against some foreign sticky substance on one of the corners you held.

You rubbed your hand against the seat, ridding yourself of the fluids, before tearing the Polaroid up into tiny pieces and throwing it out in the trash.

—

You still went to work at that. You refused to let him win, and staying at home would only make you feel more vulnerable. It was getting to the point that here was the only place that you felt safe.

“Hey, want to get drinks? Everyone’s going out and I thought it might be fun.” Jed offered, making you look up from your computer. Your coworkers were leaving, making you realize that it was closing time already. You shot him down almost instantly. “No thanks, I have to work late.”

“Seriously? On a Friday? C’mon, it’ll be fun.” Rachel pressed you. You shook your head once again. “Maybe another time.”

With that, she shrugged her shoulders and left, dropping it. But Jed didn’t. He lingered by watching as you continued to work, while you were hardly paying attention to him your eyes glued to your monitor.

“______, can we talk?” With a sigh, you turned away from the monitor, facing him. You thought you made it obvious that you weren’t in a talkative mood today.

“I’m just worried about you. You haven’t been yourself lately. You’ve been distant and much more focused on work. Not that it’s a bad thing, but I know it can take a toll-”

“Oh really, Jed? Can it really take a toll? I never knew that writing about an evil fucking psychopath serial killer could possibly take a toll. You’re so worried about me, but maybe you should be worried about yourself. In fact, you hardly seem to care about the fucked up things he’s done. Sometimes with the way you talk about him, I think you like doing this. I think you like the publicity and money you make off of him..Just go have your stupid drinks and leave me alone.”

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xvn fic recs !!

i have been meaning to do this for a while : mostly because fic recs are fun to compile and also thee seems to be a BIG shortage of any fic rec posts!! so here are some fics i have enjoyed over the years!! ofc this list is non exhaustive please note the ratings of each fic and heed the tags before reading! sorry, that i am putting in the shorter summary

anyway!! feel free to put in more fic recs too!! :D

End OTW Racism | over the edge of all our knowings by merthurlin [ G, 10,146 words , 1/1 ]

Years down the line, after the whole business with Lumine and her brother has been concluded, Venti decides to go on a world tour. He sends Xiao letters.

merthurlin got me into xiaoven so ofc my list starts with her fic! this is just so so sweet and even if its not necessarily fluffy there is a warmth to the writing it is a comfort read for me! i recommend every work by her (regardless of fandom). though in xvn End OTW racism | never dreamed of nobody like you is another excellent fic!

nocturne by yanrans [ T, 34,540 words, 4/4 ]

In which Venti sells magical music boxes, Xiao is his unwitting customer, and there is absolutely, definitely nothing more to it at all.

modern au where venti is - a scammer? - i mean a music box seller and xiao is just a regular guy and and. its funny and delightful and absolutely breath taking. i wouldnt elaborate more so as not to spoil anything further but the fic has many unexpected surprises in it! yanrans is another writer i definitely recommend to check out more! their writing style is very flamboyant and poetic.

what hides in neon shadow by morii_tea [ T, 7,547 words, 1/1 ]

In which Xiao is a cyborg, Venti is a thief, and the glittering city of Teyvat hides more secrets than they’re prepared to find out.

its so rare to see morally grey venti is potrayed (even though he isnt v morally grey but still. xiao having to remembering that venti isnt as honourable as he appears is yesssss wohoo). this fic has some thrilling action and a v fun cyberpunk world!! i wish it was longer but it is v exciting nevertheless

every morning in the dark by magicites [ M, 77,124 words, 34/34 ]

Stuck in a time loop where he succumbs to his karmic debt, Xiao struggles to see the point in moving forward. Venti struggles to save him.

READ THE TAGS!!! character death and suicidal thoughts are two major warnings. but DAMN this fic it's just so. SO FULL of everything WRONG with xiao!! and venti too but such a GREAT angst fic!! it gets everything so Right. magicites also happened to have written one of my most favourite genshin fic too :] and if you havent read her other works!! you are missing out!!

the half-life of the yaksha is absolute by GStK [ G, 1,000 words, 1/1 ]

Venti digs his thumbs in to keep open the wound but it is too late His gaze snaps over to the teal essence dancing over Xiao’s fingers. Now all those words will belong to him And Venti will belong to him, only.

READ THE TAGS!! now that i have went into the time loop fic ofc i have to mention the beautiful corrupt xiao prose. the imagery is flowery and grotesque!

foreigner's god by smallghosts [ T, 3,818 words, 1/1 ]

Lord Barbatos falls asleep for a few hundred years. Xiao copes with his absence in strange ways.

a pre-canon fic where xiao becomes - in a way - a worshipper? it's SO GOOD. its about the yearning!!!!!!!!! SCREAMS i dont think i have to explain further

love me like you do by Limerancy [ T, 3,000 words, 1/1 ]

They aren’t the kind of friends that touch.

TOUCH STARVED AND TOUCH AVERSE XIAO!!!!!! this fic makes me a lil bit feral. a little unhinged. i absolutely enjoy reading about the yearning , the desire JUST!!!! AAAA. this writer also writes v fluffy modern au one shots!!! so be sure to check them out too :)

The Kissing Tree by Princeliest [ G, 7,581 words, 2/2 ]

Venti kisses Xiao, and Xiao does not understand why.

VENTI COMMITMENT ISSUES!!!!! as much as i adore reading xiao angst, venti angst is still something i love seeking out and its a tragedy that its not explored enough in this ship :c but anyway!!! such amazing characterization and exploration!! princeliest is one of fav genshin writers and this fic delivers!

wishing on dandelions all of the time by OedipusOctopus [ T, 8,270 words, 1/1 ]

When Venti first catches sight of the swords artfully hung on the wall of his new roommate's bedroom, he regrets putting up the sublease on Craigslist. Firmly believing this guy is a total weirdo, Venti is more surprised than anyone when he realizes the total weirdo is actually adorable. It's not against some invisible Roommate Code to dream about kissing your roommate, right?

ofc there is a classic roommate au fic!! this was one of my most favourite fic from last years xvn week: its hilarious and silly and just a perfect relaxing read!! the characterization and their banter is so entertaining i admit i have read this multiple times!

Where Words Fail by kavvueh [ T, 27,926 words, 11/12 ]

"You're Barbatos," Xiao repeats breathlessly. The young man in front of him nods. "Yep." "But..." Xiao cuts himself off and tries again. "You're the God of songs and poetry." The Anemo Archon nods his head sagely. "More or less." Xiao fixes Lord Barbatos with the most incredulous look he can manage. "... You're failing Music Theory."

this fic is such a delight!! it has some light background lore, some silly shenanigans, miscommunications, pinning - a truly fun mixture! the fic is v light hearted but written with a lot of tenderness. i am v excited to see its conclusion!

what queer sins stain thy soul by Anonymous [ M, 3,232 words, 1/1 ]

In which Xiao, long-established asexual, learns that identity is not as stable as he’d like to believe.

there is some explicit things in it (in non explicit way) i believe religious guilt is one of the best flavouring to xvn. it is an under-explored area in this ship imo and this fic not only has that but also!!! asexuality !!!!!! this fic so so personal and its exploration of desire that gets to me a lot

unholy virtues by morphasia [ E, 17,065 words, 6/6 ]

In exchange for his body in more ways than one, Venti summons a demon to reclaim something that has been stolen from him. It's a just contract. That's all it's supposed to be. That's all it was ever supposed to be.

READ THE TAGS!!! this fic truly went creature/creature. this au is just so fascinating and funny in a twisted way (but not bad). this fic isnt for everyone though but it is definitely worth the shot.

#luna rambles #genshin impact #xiaoven #venxiao #thats all i think ?#anyway this made me realize that i forget to bookmark so many fics.....#whoops #and also that i tend to like fics on how much i like venti's characterization. hehe #but yeah this is non exhaustive list! if someone wants to add they can ofc! sorry for my over commentary #and even though i repeat it in the post itself 13804 times: check out other works by the writers!!!#i wanted to include more but. but the post is so long already you know? like i couldve done a shorter format BUT AAAAAA #i could idk it's just not. the same #making such posts is just a destress activity to me tbh

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12 Days of Ficmas - Day 4

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): you have whipped cream on your nose

Word Count: 923

Story Description: When (Y/N) can't sleep, they cook. Today, they're cooking pancakes, Damon's sort of favorite food. Though he's hungry for another type of delicacy.

Fandom: Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x NonBinary!Reader

Warnings: implied smut

A/N: it's short and sweet and it almost turned into a full-on smut, but decide to keep it pg-13 🫣

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Insomnia? Just Eat

There was never much downtime for anyone with knowledge of the supernatural in Mystic Falls. Whether you knew of vampires, werewolves, witches, or whatnots – or you knew about them – there wasn’t a day that went by without some trouble brewing.

So, when they had even a few hours by themselves, everyone used them as best they could. Whether it was to catch up on much-needed sleep, spend time with their families and loved ones, or simply rest. As the world continued turning, ignorant to the dangers that truly lingered, others fought to keep them safe and valued the time they didn’t have to.

In the Salvatore boarding house, everyone was sleeping, enjoying one of those rare moments of tranquility — they knew it would not last long. And they were going to enjoy it as best they could. Well, except for one person.

(Y/N) was notoriously known for their insomniac tendencies. When they slept, it was only for a couple of hours at a time, never finding that much-needed slumber. As everyone dreamed, they were wide awake, cooking in the kitchen.

When they couldn’t find that sliver of sleep they needed, they would bake, they would cook, and they would sometimes clean – rarely the latter. If their mind was awake, they had to keep busy in some way.

That winter morning, as a blanket of snow covered the lawn outside and locked them in the house, they were in the kitchen cooking pancakes. A mess of flor was strewn about the floor, eggshells were scattered on the counter, and they were covered in specks of batter. It was a messy sight, but they were having fun, their concentration completely on the fluffy pancakes on the stove.

From the entryway, Damon watched the scene unfold. He leaned onto the archway on his shoulder, a wide smile painted onto his face. He recalled the time he had been stuck in the prison world. Cooking pancakes just like they were doing, trying his best to keep a sane mind in that crazy place. The only difference was (Y/N) wasn’t there. Though he was with Bonnie, he’d never felt so alone in a long time.

“Quite a mess you’ve made here,” he spoke up, startling his partner that was concentrated on the food and the Christmas music that was quietly playing in the room. “Never thought pancakes could be this messy.”

“They are when they’re Christmas pancakes,” they smiled. (Y/N) picked up a plate and showed Damon proudly their concoction. “It’s a gingerbread man!”

“Oh! I mean, it looks like it’s supposed to be a gingerbread man,” Damon chuckled. “Looks good… enough. Why don’t I take over? You can start decorating them.”

“Fine,” (Y/N) chuckled. “I forgot you were the resident pancake expert.”

“What can I say? I’ve had a lot of practice.”

They sat down on the island, opposite of Damon, as they took the pancakes that were already made. In bowls, there were red M&Ms and chocolate chips, and there was a can of whipped cream. They placed two pancakes on each plate and started decorating. With the M&Ms, they gave the little figure buttons. With the chocolate, eyes, and a smile. And with the whipped cream, a scarf.

“Finished!” They exclaimed, the can of whipped cream still in their hand. As they threw their arms into the air, they accidentally pressed the tip, sending whipped cream everywhere. “Shit, sorry!”

The pair burst out in laughter, the spray only adding to the mess that was scattered on the kitchen. Damon circled the island with a cloth, helping (Y/N) to clean up the goo that had landed on their body. He wiped their clothes, then their arms, and finally their face. And he couldn’t help the look of adoration that clung to his eyes.

Moments like these were rare. Where the biggest problem would be cleaning up the kitchen and finishing the insane amount of pancakes they had cooked. It made them both feel normal – human. They were not a vampire and their supernatural-fighting partner. Simply two people in love cooking breakfast on a winter morning.

“You still have some whipped cream on your nose,” Damon pointed out, a look of mischief taking over his face.

“Are you gonna clean it up?” (Y/N) teased. “You know I can’t see it.”

Damon walked closer until he was situated in between their open legs. With a toothy grin, he stuck his tongue out and licked the whipped cream away. He then traveled to their mouth, placing a hard and passionate kiss on their lips. (Y/N) wrapped their arms around his neck, their hands pulling softly at the hair on his nape.

A groan escaped his lips. Heat rising between them. Instinctively, (Y/N) wrapped their legs around his waist, pressing Damon even closer to their body. Soon enough, their kissing turned into a steamy makeout and neither could deny the want that was growing between them.

“What do you say we take this upstairs and I give you an early Christmas present?” Damon grinned.

“But what about the pancakes?” (Y/N) said innocently. “I don’t want them to go to waste.”

“I can assure you they won’t,” he chuckled. “I’m sure Stefan will eat them.”

“And the mess?”

“Quit teasing, (Y/N),” Damon growled. “Now, hang on, baby.”

(Y/N) tightened their legs around his waist and their arms around his neck, giving him another kiss before he sped them to their bedroom. There, another type of feast was held.

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lazirayxi · 18 hours

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hi neli!!!! you probably noticed how i was going crazy in my tags over ur art jghkkjg, i just now remembered that asks exist and that i should drop in to say smth first of all, i LOVE your art!!!! ur style is suuuper cute, and your silly little mice drawings are some of my faves in the patb fandom💕 i'm especially happy abt seeing a bunch of sleepy snuggling ones, i literally think about pinky and brain cutely sleeping together all the time but couldn't find any fanart like that, so ur blog is like a dream come true to me!! like honestly i saw them and went 🤯🤯🤯😫😫🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰 i genuinely love all artists in the patb fandom bc there's a tooon of wonderful talented and original ppl, but ur style is definitely one of the cutest imo, i looove when ppl draw mice fluffy and with huge ears!!!! i think it partially reminds me of bunnies, so they end up looking like two coolest rodents at the same time!! aand that also makes ur dark pinky fanart cooler, because dp looks adorable but is still a bad bitch so it kinda creates a contrast of sorts jgkhj i love that sm but like mice aside, ur woy fanart is so cool?? AND YOUR WARNER SIBS ARE ACTUALLY AMAZING???? i kind of wish you would draw warners more just because they look so nice in ur style (its okay tho if u want to just draw gay mice i totally respect that💯💯) also this is a bit unrelated but i was sooo surprised to see someone reblogging m&m stuff kljklkjljl (as in мастер и маргарита), не каждый день тут встретишь ценителей русской культуры 😌 anyway, amazing blog, amazing art, amazing taste in music (against the kitchen floor is literally pov brain realised that he's way too avoidant and you can't change my mind), u are very cool and i'm glad i found u on here👍👍 with love from blooky💜

OH MP GOD. For your information im not used to receive so many compliments at the same time and I’m kinda overwhelmed, but in a very positive way. THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH ???? Drawing eepy snuggling mice is something I’ve been made for, that’s kind of my favorite genre of brinky art </3 I’m glad you love my art style, too, i love drawings the mice with huge ears, they’re so silly <3

I actually want to draw Warner sibs more, i just still didn’t completely develop an artstyle for them, but i miss them so much.

Also THE MASTER AND MARGARITA APPRECIATOR??? I literally FELL IN LOVE with this book the second I finished it, not to mention that I’m a huge Russian classics enjoyer in general, but Bulgakov has some books that i can reread many times and not get bored. Кстати русский я тоже неплохо знаю (8 лет жизни в России дают о себе знать) :3

Anyways. THANK YOU. SO SO MUCH. YOU LITERALLY MADE MY MORNING, MIGHT AS WELL A WHOLE DAY. IM LITERALLY SOBBING /POS. PLANTS A SMOOCH ON YOUR FOREHEAD THROUGH THE SCREEN /p

#im actually so dead right now /pos #AAAAHH #qna

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olderthannetfic · 1 year

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On the topic of deleted fic, some years ago I was in a server. Someone in that server sometimes wrote fic live and we had a fun time reacting to it as an audience

At some point I got the hots for a character and I would not stop talking about them and this one idea I had for them. And at the time I wasn’t a fic writer, so I just kept talking to get it out of my system. At some point that author wrote a fic based on my idea. I don’t know if it was for me specifically , or because they felt like writing and a few others in the serve were also interested, but they wrote it

Some time later, the admin closes the server closes down, and a few months ago I remember this fic, which I didn’t save. I try to track down anyone who was in the server, anyone who might still be in contact with the author. All I have is a screenshot of their old ao3 username and a few tags on one fic that I remember

So I sort by year and tag on ao3 and nothing. The name doesn’t turn anything up.

Then all I have is my old instagram follower list and I start combing through everyone who drew fanart from that fandom. And I start messaging people. “Hey, were you in a server 3 years ago? I went by X name and this person wrote fics etc etc”

So I finally find the author. They saved nothing. I don’t know if they had bad experiences with the fandom or with the source material itself, but they saved nothing. It’s gone forever and nobody else I found from that server saved the fic either

And that’s the reason why I save everything now. I keep docs for headcanons, I handwrite convos in my journal, I keep my old writing buried in google docs no matter how cringy it is. Or I print it and delete the docs to stash it in a drawer and never look at it again

Because of that, on principle, I never delete my fics. I have something I wrote long ago that I cringe so hard at, I orphaned it. There’s cringe fics I still want control over, so I moved them to a pseudonym and anon-ed them so they don’t even show up on my main to myself. Old cringe headcanons stay on my tumblr page. And every once in a while, when I talk fic/headcanons on discord with friends, I round them up and post them on tumblr, so they’re somewhere

I know some people have things that they really really want to delete and yeah, I’m not here to tell them what to do, I can’t stop them. But I still hate it when authors delete their stuff.

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indecentpause · 2 months

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tagged by @jezifster to find the words Chill, Lift, Wreck, Final! thank!

we'll do Puzzle because it's more likely to have them (or similar) ol

chill cold:

“We were at a parking lot on Milwaukee by that old mostly empty mall,” Josselin says. “I was looking for something and Meara was waiting for me, and this guy paused and asked if we needed help.” “I told him it was okay,” you tack on. “That we were fine. He seemed hesitant to leave but he did when I waved him on. Then we went into the coffee shop across the street and about five minutes later he came in after us. He was watching through the window while we sat outside. When we left, he left in the opposite direction. Then Josselin contacted you.” The Inspector’s eyes are cold and serious. “What were you looking for and why?” Josselin awkwardly rubs the back of his neck. “Josselin.” The Inspector’s voice is softer, now, near pleading. “Josselin, I need to know why he was following you. What were you looking for?” Another long, nervous pause. “Josselin. Please.”

lift:

You start to move your weight back into both feet, you have to lift your left foot and circle your ankle again. You hiss softly at the dull ache. It’s mostly healed, now. It only hurts a minute or two when you put your weight on it. A tentative step to make sure, and you follow Josephine up to the counter, back tomorrow. Hopefully a good omen of things to come.

wreck ruin:

When Frankie gets back she slams the door open and nearly forgets to close it behind her. She throws herself at Josselin, hugging him tight, nose buried in his neck. Josselin hugs her back, hands fisted and trembling in the back of her shirt. “Josselin, you should have called me. I’d have come back early.” “That’s why I didn’t,” Josselin says. “I didn’t want to ruin your trip.” Frankie pulls back just enough that they’re nose to nose. “Ruin my— Josselin, I can reschedule a visit if I have to cut something short. Your safety is more important than me having a fun time.” Josselin nods once, and he sniffles, and he closes his eyes. Frankie gently rubs her thumb over his cheekbone. She wraps him in a blanket and shuffles him into his bedroom, continuing to fuss and worry over him. They leave you on the couch, and the hole in your chest gets a little bigger.

final:

”What’s going on?” But even though you try to be reassuring, your voice is high and sharp with nerves. Josselin slams the phone screen down on the bed and leans forward, clasping his hands behind his neck. “This is insane. He’s insane.” “Josselin, please!” That finally startles him out of his mumbling. He breathes, shaky, shuddering, but he breathes. You don’t, until your sharp inhale when he says, “He broke into the apartment.”

@late-to-the-fandom @smudged-red-ink @writeark @mx-ryder @winterandwords @revenantlore to find the words save, sell, sort, and soft!

#my writing #writeblr #last line tag #writeblr tag games #excerpt #wip #the most beautiful puzzle #sheraton academy #sheraton academy au #josselin clearwater #meara ryanne #donatien montague #inspector montague #frankie moore

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momotonescreaming · 3 months

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Thank you for writiting so much Stomarol, they’re my newest obsession. I wish we had gotten more than one season with them as speaking characters :( Carol is so beautiful and so is Steve and Tommy is so obsessed with both of them it’s just perfect.

They’re the best love triangle because they all actually love each other and I truly believe that Tommy and Carol hated Nancy because she took Steve away from them

Could you imagine what would’ve happened if Tommy saw what Billy did to Steve and Stomarol were still together? Idk how bringing Steve into the Upside Down stuff would work if he wasn’t dating Nancy, I just think it’s an interesting concept. Or maybe Steve finds Dustin actually looking for his cat in the woods and then meets up with the Party and Max and that’s how the fight with Billy happens if there’s no Upside Down? And Tommy and Carol are busy with their parentsthat day, or they got into a fight with Steve so he’s going to apologize to them like he was to Nancy, so they aren’t with him. Like if Tommy was mad at Jonathan after the fight in season 1, I think he would go feral at Billy especially since Steve was knocked unconscious

I just crave more Stomarol and I’m so close to writing my own version, but I’m just scared it would suck because it would be the first fanfic I’ve ever written

Idk if this makes any sense, I just needed to let you know how much I love your fics!!

Nonny! You're so welcome! I'm so happy you like them!! I am picking you up and giving you a big hug 💜

Tommy and Carol are the iconic side characters. Petition to get rid of characters like Keith and Murray, and to replace them with Tommy and Carol. Reunite the Mean Girl Trio.

Definitely give writing them a go!! I am always for encouraging more writers. Especially for rare pairs like this, and side characters too. There's so much more wiggle room to figure things out! No heavily established fanon to hold you back. Every writer is scared they think their work sucks, even well established ones. I know just saying 'Don't be scared' isn't going to do much, but please don't hold yourself back! I believe in you!!! 💜💜💜 Even writing and not sharing it is good! Write for you! Practice! Find a squad of friends you can share your work with! The best part of writing, of fandom, is connection! Even if you don't have anyone to share with, you have me! Tag me! I'll for sure read it!

Rest under a cut because this got long 😅

Tommy and Carol mutually agreed that it wasn't cheating if it was with Steve. He was their mutually agreed exception and they were so close to getting Steve to agree to have a threesome with them. And then they'd slowly envelop them into their dynamic, and create the ultimate throuple. Only that Nancy chick had to get in the way and Steve fell in love with her. Hard agree that they hated her because she got in the way of their Steve. He was theirs first. And when the rumours went around about her cheating on him, them getting into a big fight, her breaking his heart and then immediately getting with that loner Jon? They'd hate her even more. She's the reason they're not close to Steve anymore. She ruined everything. I don't think canon them would think too hard about their behaviour, and how Steve wanted them to be less of an asshole. They're 16. All 16 year olds are assholes.

But this is fandom and I say stomarol throuple 💜

If stomarol were together when Billy fought with Steve, they'd kill him. They'd ruin his life. They'd get him sent to fucking prison. Carol 100% has the ability to spread nasty rumours that take over the whole school and ruin someone's reputation. Billy would never get any friends, any girls, ever again. Especially if the stomarol trio were still together, because they'd rule that school. Ultimate popular kids. I can also see Tommy straight up reporting Billy for assault. He almost killed Steve! They could have lost him! I don't Steve would be very happy if they went against him to do so, but I don't see Tommy caring? Steve got a severe concussion. He got brain damage. Rotting in jail is the least that asshole Billy deserves.

I've had so many thoughts about stomarol getting involved in the Upside Down in an au where Steve doesn't date Nancy, throuple all the way. And I can't quite decide on an answer?

Because without Steve inviting Nancy to his place to the party, she wouldn't have invited Barb, and she wouldn't have been taken. But then does that mean Nancy doesn't get involved with the Upside Down? Or does she get involved another way?

Or does Steve invite her as a cover? Because he knows she's interested in him. He's hot, he's good at flirting. He knows what a person who likes him looks like. Because Tommy and Carol are publicly dating. Have been since middle school. Steve however? It's the 80s and he's a teen boy who hangs around his best friends a lot. He's touchy and soft and loves them. So he goes on a series of first dates with random girls. He flirts, he kisses them, but he doesn't sleep with them. Doesn't date them long term. Something to cover him so people don't get suspicious.

Does Barb still disappear? Does one of the trio disappear?

I know I like the idea of Tommy and Carol getting involved with the Upside Down, along with Steve. Mostly because those three cannot keep a secret from each other. Not for the big things. The reason they work long term is because they communicate. They have to.

Tommy, Carol, and Steve all being cool bitchy mentors to the young teens is so good. They think they're so cool.

I have this image in my head, of the three of them sitting on the kerb after the fight with the demogorgon. Steve still with his bruised face, bat in hand. Curled together, not caring who sees. They could have died. Monsters are real. And it's just bought them closer. Steve's started revealing his soft underbelly more, he doesn't want to be an asshole. Miserable. They almost died! and because Tommy & Carol love Steve more than keeping themselves safe with their bitchy armour, they all start to soften. Be less mean.

And the Jonathan of it all! @findafight mentioned in the STWG that Jon was still in the woods taking his pervy pictures. Only instead of Steve and Nancy of course - it was Tommy and Carol he caught a photo of. Carol with her top off, them touching. And because no one else except stomarol knows what Steve's bedroom looks like, they don't suspect a thing. They don't suspect that Steve was just out of view of the window, watching them.

And it makes Steve fucking mad. And scared. And on edge. Because they could have been caught! Literally any other option except Tommy & Carol would have been the end of them! If it was Steve and Carol, they would have been labelled dirty cheaters. If it was Tommy and Steve they'd have been outed. And it was all three of them it would have been the end. Their threesome exposed, and they'd have to be so careful not to reveal that it was more than a one time thing.

Steve still smashes the camera. They rip up the photos. And I think they'd still fight Jon in the alleyway. There isn't the 'Nancy The Slut Wheeler' of it all, of course, but they'd rile him up. Begging for a fight.

And yeah 😂 that got slightly out of hand lmao. I just love them! They're so fun to think about! Especially in a world where they last. They make it work.

#ask #anonymous #momo.txt #nonny i believe in you #stomarol

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tj-dragonblade · 3 months

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Shipper Tag Game

Tagged by the delightful @seiya-starsniper @zzoomacroom and @carnelianmeluha, thank you!

What ship were you completely obsessed with as a teenager, but now you don’t care about anymore? I...hm. Am I willing to publicly admit to the self-insert daydreaming I did as a teen, long before my days in internet fandom? Okay I guess I kind of just did but I refuse to elaborate. I have long since moved on and I ship him with an in-universe partner at this point.

Which ship would you consider your first one? You ask a lot of my poor aging memory. I'm gonna say...before internet-accessible fandom? I was very keen on Rogue and Gambit in high school, when the 90s XMen animated series was one of my primary interests. After acquiring internet access and discovering communal fandom? 2x5, Gundam Wing. Duo and Wufei.

Your first fanfic was about which couple? Duo and Wufei

Do you remember the first couple you saw fan art of? It was probably Heero x Duo since that was the big popular ship in GW

Have you ever gotten into ship discourse? I don't think so. I am not exempt from having spoken ill of ships over the years but it's been about my opinion, not some kind of value/morality judgement and I have never gotten into fights with anyone

Did you used to have a NOTP or have one currently? There is one ship that I will class as a NOTP and it only became that after it went unexpectedly canon. I'm still willing to incorporate their canon kid into things and I have no interest in demonizing her, but I absolutely Do Not Want to see/read/hear about them having a genuine romantic attachment because the canonization pissed me off so bad. It's SaiIno from Naruto, for the curious.

Who were the last couple in the last fanfic you read? Dreamling

Currently, do you have any OTPs? Depends on your definition of OTP I suppose. To me it means 'favorite couple' more than 'can't stomach seeing them with anyone else'. Currently that's Dreamling. Currently I'm not really interested in reading about either of them with anyone else but historically as I spend longer in a fandom my tastes grow more willing to branch out, so who knows what the future holds. And I still have OTPs from each fandom I've been in (some of which predate the common use of the term 'OTP') even if they're no longer my reading/writing focus.

Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting into? Not...really? Not mad about? This is such a weird question, if I was truly taken with a ship I would have explored it? Are we asking if I'm mad about getting into a ship after the fandom has passed its peak of popularity maybe? IDK? I mean, there are occasionally characters from properties that are in formats that I don't tend to invest my time in (Podcasts, video games, long-ass long-running animes that I did not get in on the ground floor with) that catch my interest, and then I have next to no canon framework for exploring my interest, but it's not a thing I'd ever get mad about. If I really want to know more about Gale and his potential matches I'll find somewhere to read BG3 lore, y'know?

Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they’re kind of interesting? Mmmmmno. But I do have more than one that's gone the other way.

Do you have any ship that, in the past, would have been considered normal but now you would be cancelled over? Mmmyep. I remain unapologetic about it; that is my ship, tirelessly built with my own two hands and almost nothing predating me to influence interpretation, lovingly crafted exactly as I see it and convincingly enough to interest a handful of other folks. Thankfully none of the people leaving occasional kudos on those fics these days are raising a stink about the 'problematic' elements.

What is your favourite crack ship? Lord of the Lost's Judas album gave me serious serious Jesus/Judas vibes, but that's not really crack so much as quote-unquote blasphemy. I am going to steal Seiya's answer of Tony the Tiger x The Grinch, because I am hard-pressed to think of anything else that would qualify.

What is the couple you read the most fanfics about? Currently? Dreamling. I tend to hyper-focus on one fandom at a time and when I'm lucky enough to ship the popular pairing, there is Far Too Much to spend my limited free time on and little reason to invest any of it elsewhere.

What do most of your ships have in common? I think the broadest way to sum up the widest swathe of similarities is that I generally enjoy a dynamic of Reserved x Exuberant, or to pull back a little further still, of Complementary Opposites.

What do you absolutely hate in a ship? Hate very rarely enters into it. Lack of chemistry, I guess? But that is a very subjective criterion. For every 'But why would you ship them?' I can ask, someone will have an answer.

Tagging, no obligation, tag me in your existing post if you've just done it: @danikatze, @zalia, @esperata, @staroftheendless, @rooftopwreck, @aquilathefighter, @chaosheadspace, @ginoeh, @macavitykitsune

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the-haikyuu-trash · 2 years

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Matsukawa Issei || “he’s cute.”

tags : just hs crush fluff, she/her pronouns, female reader

a/n: its concerning how im active again in haikyuu, fandom and writing fluff because i want to (65 followers omg… tysm! Im flustered because you guys🥹🫶)—i cant find a manga panel of matsukawa issei and hMp, realistically speaking if any of the hq characters were real, i’ll have a crush on him and sakusa. anyways, hope u enjoy my silly little one shot because of my silly little scenarios running in my silly little mind likes and reblogs are super appreciated!!

The first time (Name) really had a crush on someone was back then on kindergarten, she couldn’t remember the boy who gave her small flowers every recess anymore.

The second time was when she was in first year of highschool, her third year senior who was a captain of the soccerclub but alas, he had a girlfriend after he graduated, leaving (Name) all pouty and muttering in her class when girls flocked to her sides, showing her a post between the former soccer captain and his pretty girlfriend. “hmp, i’m never having crush again.” Was she said when they teased her for not acting fast.

The third time however…

Her cousin, Iwaizumi Hajime, made sure his words get into her head, drilling them and make sure it’ll never slip out of her mind that she’s not going to visit him in his practice match because Oikawa and her would be an unstoppable annoying duo but (Name) honestly didn’t care and claims to be “the fun cousin” as she prepares herself to hurl herself if she saw her favorite cousin in the practice match.

It was a practice match between Karasuno, her school and Aoba Johsai, her cousin’s school today and (Name) couldn’t miss up the opportunity to see her cousin on action again, after all, her school volleyball club didn’t put up much of a fight anymore but seeing two promising players this year, she was immediately hooked. Also, it’s been a long time since she saw Iwaizumi played and by the talk of her classmates, he’s popular along with Oikawa that makes her proud.

But confidence wasn’t on her side today, standing in front of the unfamiliar school gates with a wince, she grip the strap of her bag and anxiety was filling her up. (Name) could have joined Kiyoko, knowing they’re good close friends but by the looks of it, the manager of the crows is busy, didn’t had the heart to disturb her classmate because she wanted to annoy her cousin for good old times.

She’s shy. Even with the happy exterior, (Name) is absolutely a shy school girl when she’s by herself.

Placing both of her hands in her cheeks, she gives a few soft pats, encouraging herself to walk forward. She could do this, she will not get lost, she’s the fun cousin—

Her eyes suddenly landed on two tall third years, walking together at school and by the look of their uniform, they’re from the volleyball club! Must be Iwaizumi’s teammates! Forget her shyness! Surprising her favorite cousin is her priority! With that, she finds herself walking toward them, placing a practice friendly smile on her lips. “Excuse me!”

Oh My God.

Stopping in front of the two men towering over her figure, she looks up to dark haired who’s looking at her with eyebrows raised in question, his dark eyes looking at her carefully. Unconsciously, she grasp the strap of her bag as she looks at this man features and her mind went blank for a moment because:

“Holy shit, he’s cute.” She thought, (Name) forgot about what she’s going to say but when he tilts his head to the side, waiting for her to speak up, (Name) cleared her throat, fighting the oncoming heat threatening to spread across her cheeks. “I— I, can you please point me the way to the practice match…” giving herself a pat on the back to complete a sentence but mentally slapping herself because she sounded rude and quiet.

Matsukawa heard her, loud and clear, but he’s not going to act blind when he can see the red tinge by the tip of her ears, Hanamaki noticed it too and he shot his bestfriend a knowing look when it’s obvious Matsukawa finds her cute because her confidence earlier was now melting to a shy one and from the way he’s holding back a grin.

Matsukawa Issei heard her but he’s going to prolong their conversation with this cute girl, he’ll make sure he’ll make her remember this time.

(Name) couldn’t handle the blush spreading her cheeks anymore when the tall dark haired attractive volleyball player leaned down slightly to get a better hearing of her words, (his perfume hits her nose, he smelled really good too, can’t this guy have one flaw?) and hummed as if asking her to repeat again— making words lotched up on her throat and screaming at herself to focus, this is very first time (Name) was ready to melt into a puddle of embarrassment.

“Sorry for disturbing you, but I was wondering if you could point the direction of the gym for me? I’m here to visit my cousin.” (Name) said, this time with more confidence, acting as if him leaning down didn’t make her flustered and voice higher than usual, her fingers now playing at the zipper of her bag that goes noticed to the two third years. Hanamaki was eyeing her hands with a teasing smile (making her more embarrassed, was she that obvious?) while Matsukawa fought a grin breaking when she struggled to keep eye contact.

Cute, the tall middle blocker thought.

“Ah,” he stood back in full height, flashing her a smile before pointing the gym not far from them. “Right there, are you going to watch the practice match?” Matsukawa was lowkey hoping she’ll say yes and cheer for (him) his team.

Tall, handsome and his voice is deep too.

This is exactly (Name)’s type—

Before she could answer him, she saw Iwaizumi storming up behind, eyes narrowing at Matsukawa’s head before landing at her, making her wave her hand at him.

She actually forgot she came here for Iwaizumi.

(Name) didn’t get a chance to greet him her cousin who landed his palm of Matsukawa’s back, making him wince at the contact and pouted to see his vice-captain throwing a glare at the both of them.

“Don’t make my cousin uncomfortable—“ she wasn’t though. “—and start warming up, we’re about to start and you, come with me.” With that he grabbed her arm, making the girl yelp in surprise before throwing a quick thanks at Matsukawa’s direction but avoiding his gaze when he finally lets out a grin, making him more ten times attractive.

Out of earshot, (Name) looks at the grumbling Iwaizumi and smiled, the blush was still present on her cheeks. “Bro, your teammate is a total cutie. What’s his name?“ To which Iwaizumi only rolled his eyes, he can’t find his confidence to tell her that his teammate was her first crush back in kindergarten who she keeps telling young Iwaizumi she’s gonna get married and he’s invited when she shows the flowers Matsukawa gave her.

—

“Hey, isn’t that the girl you had a crush on kindergarten, giving her flowers and corny things like that?” Hanamaki grinned when Matsukawa rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish smile.

“Yeah and for your information, I still have a crush on her, i’m going to ask for her number later.”

Yep, Matsukawa Issei will make sure (Name) hold onto the promise they both shared when they were in kindergarten because even though it sounds corny, he’s still head over heels for (Name) only.

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lilolilyr · 5 months

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20 questions for fic writers

Thanks so much for tagging me, @purlturtle :) you have 1/8 of the amount of fics I have but a higher wordcount, do you write super long fics or do I write super short ones? xD I think the answer is Yes To Both! :D

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

574 when counting the normal ones as well as both the ones posted for ao3 users only, and the ones posted on anon! (If you also have anon works and want to know your total, you can get to the view in the screenshot when you have or are part of a collection and click on ‘people’ of the collection)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

1,346,577

largely due to the craziness that was 2021 when I was supposed to write my bachelor thesis and instead(I did manage to write my thesis) also wrote over half a million words in fanfic.

And I’m almost at my goal of 100k for the year! Which I didn’t think I’d reach, but flufftober helped a lot there :D

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Too many xD

atm I’m actively writing for Warehouse 13, Holby City, Star Trek, Lie to Me and Hacks

Some other fandoms I’m still in and will probably write more fics for are Good Omens, Gunpowder Milkshake, The Old Guard and Lord of the Rings

You can find my whole fandom list on Ao3, 70 fandoms if I counted correctly!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

All three parts of the Inkubus Jaskier series (The Witcher, rated M-E) have 600-1000 kudos, I do like these fics but I think the fandom is also just very large.

As it Should be, a 00Q meets Q is a Holmes (James Bond + BBC Sherlock) fanfic, and probably my fav fanfic I’ve written that deserves the ‘humor’ tag, has 617 kudos

Spooky Eyes, the one and only Venom fanfic I’ve written (I have not watched the movie and I haven’t even spent thaat much time in the fandom either) has 588 kudos, and has been my most kudosed fic with over 500 kudos for quite a while before the others overtook it

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I usually do, yes! I love getting comments and want to encourage people to comment by replying to them, and also lovely conversations can happen in the comment sections, as well as mini ficlets of their own! So yes I do want to reply :)

If I don’t, it’s probably just that I didn’t yet, either because I didn’t find the time or because while I did reply to other comments I’m waiting to reply to some because I want to wait until I have the next update in the fic/series/fandom so I can let the commenters know in my reply that there’s more

Or if a comment is really long and detailed and I want to reply in the same detail but don’t currently have the energy for it, or there’s sth complicated in the comment I want to address, I might not answer it yet even though I’ve replied to other comments since

Also sometimes a comment is just really neat and I want to keep looking at it in my Unreads :D

But I do plan to answer all comments eventually:) (unless I ever get so swamped in them that I can’t, but I’ve by no means reached that level of comment spam - I have gotten 2686 comments total, 298 unread, of the unreads probably a hundred are real old ones that are left unread for one reason or other, then probably another hundred I want to reply to if/when I post more, and the rest I’m just gonna reply Eventually xD I’ll have you know that I did reply to most flufftober ones more or less immediately while the event was still going and I even went through some of the backlog while I was at it!)

The only times I don’t answer a comment is when I don’t know whether the commenter meant to be rude (if I know they’re being rude on purpose I just delete, not counting those here) and/or I genuinely don’t know how to reply, if it’s a co-authored work and someone else already replied and I have nothing to add, or if it’s a reply to a reply to a comment and the conversation has petered out

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think I’ve got a post-canon TOG ficlet with Romeo and Juliet vibes where everybody dies in the end?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I live for happy endings, no idea what counts as ‘happiest’, all my shippy little getting together and/or everybody lived nobody died fix-its are pretty darn happy imo :D

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Not usually, there have been some that I know I immediately deleted and now can’t remember anymore bc I was clever and immediately deleted lmao, but idk whether anything was ever bad enough to be called hate… and I never had to restrict comments on any fic before

9. Do you write smut?

Oh hell yeah! :D

Though, and I’m always surprised by this, I’ve only got 71 (out of the 574) E rated fics! And 56 M that might have a smut scene or some violence idk, and the 81 not rated ones are more often left that way for violence or angst reasons than for smut… so yeah, main chunks are G & T rated with 198 and 168 fics respectively!

Still, I definitely do write smut, and there’s some quite good erotica there if I may say so!

10. Do you write crossovers?

Rarely, I think most of what shows in the ‘crossover’ tab is just fic I tagged with more of basically the same fandom (Star Trek, Star Trek: Discovery, etc), and the rest is probably AUs set in another fandom’s world without character crossovers

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yeah :D most notably the chaotic Mirandy smutfic ‘Surrendering to Andrea’ with 5 authors: @athousandforests @guardianrock @scarlet-heels @stupidsexycopshows, and most recently the latest fic on my Ao3 actually, Bering and Wells ‘Drunken Considerations’ with @lavendelhummel!

I also made different sorts of collabs with Podfic and arts etc for events and just for fun with @thewalkingmeepa (DWP) @bookgirlfan (Star Trek) @artax-risen (Dracula) @badasspantiestalker (Star Trek) @cinnamonplums (TOG) @jackwolfskid (TOG) sorry if I forgot anyone!

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Don’t make me choose!!!!!

Like literally I can’t! And I don’t even know how to define favorite - 1 the one I enjoy to write for most, 2 the one I like to read most, 3 the one I’m fangirling most about, 4 the one that wrecks me most with feels, 5 the ones I can always return to… those are different ships! Also because my favs are not necessarily the biggest fandoms, so I might not be able to spend so much fandom time on them bc I read all the fics ages ago already lmao

In order of above categories: 1 Milippa Prime, 2 Mirandy and Berena, 3 Bering and Wells, 4 again Milippa and Bering and Wells and also Floreleine(&Librarywives&Killercule) and Andromaquynh(& also the ot3) and Jadzia x Lenara, 5 Bering and Wells and ClintCoulson and J7

By sheer ‘has been mentioned most often in this list’ I suppose the crown goes to Bering and Wells!

But I really just love them all. And others too.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

The Ocean’s 8 series ‘A Heistwives Kinda Job’ I started in 2018 and kinda lost track of. I think the parts stand well on their own though so it’s not sooo bad but I’m still a bit sad that that never got finished and now probably never will because I just don’t know where I was going with it anymore & also don’t remember the details from the first parts well enough to continue it anyway

16. What are your writing strengths?

I can write pretty quickly and when I’ve got an idea I can just write it down in one go!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

If it’s too long to be written down in one go or I don’t have the time I will forget about it

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

There are different ways to deal with this and my preference Depends - if the characters and therefore the reader don’t need to know what it says, or it’s even relevant that they don’t understand, I’d leave the foreign language in as is, maybe have a chapter end note with what it says, same if what’s said is already explained by the reactions of the characters or something

If it’s one or two languages that are frequently used in the fic and with relevant info, I’d have a note at the beginning of the chapter saying which one’s cursive and which one’s bold and then type everything in English. If the character is abroad or sth and all the dialogue is for example French I’d just mention the fact that it’s French in the note or have it mentioned in the fic that they’re speaking French the first time it happens, but then proceed as usual without even making it cursive or anything

For anything in-between, like relevant info mentioned in foreign language once or a few times, I’d write the foreign language in fic and link down to an end note with the translation and a ^ link back to text. I don’t like having original and translation in-text side by side because imo it just reads in an annoying way, and it’s especially annoying if the reader knows both languages.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

According to Ao3, it’s The Hobbit. According to old sheets of paper somewhere in my childhood bedroom, it’s probably self-insert Hanni & Nanni (St Clare’s) ficlets xD I think I called my SIOC ‘Lilo Liliana’ to be fancy and that’s the origin story for my username! Adsfghjkl I hadn’t thought about that in ages.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

That would still have to be Andromaquynh In Your Stead.

Now closely followed by my Milippa road-trip AU and my Star Trek University AU (that I’m still writing more one-shots for) though!

And you can find all my author’s favs in the tag on Ao3!

Tagging, only if you want to do it of course, everyone I’ve already tagged above as well as @die-schwanenkoenigin, @squishmittenficfan, @xvnot15, @viharistenno, @wellsbering, @lesbianlotties, @batnbreakfast, @danisnotmyname, @charlottepriestly, @onaperduamedee, @lonely-night, @sapphicscholar, @73chn1c0l0rr3v3l lavendelhummel and everyone else who sees this :)

Blanks to copy:

1. How many works do you have on ao3? 2. What’s your total ao3 word count? 3. What fandoms do you write for? 4. What are your top five fics by kudos? 5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? 6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? 7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 8. Do you get hate on fic? 9. Do you write smut? 10. Do you write crossovers? 11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? 12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 14. What’s your all-time favourite ship? 15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t? 16. What are your writing strengths? 17. What are your writing weaknesses? 18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 19. First fandom you wrote for? 20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

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imtooscaredforthis · 11 months

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Entrapment

Chapter Twenty: Cat & Mouse

Mentions of: Murder, Stalking, Paranoia, Manipulation, Stabbing, Blood, Fighting, etc.

A/N: A pretty heated chapter..Enjoy!!

Tags: @dead-bxxxtch-walking @vandeaad @mama-miya @stwbwwwychan @the-fandoms-georgie @moonshineinasippycup

“Hey Jed? What are these?” You asked, pulling out a file from a box with information on Ghostface. It was something he had been collecting for awhile, for writing and for you to learn more about him.

He looked over your shoulder at what you had in hand, leaning in close. He was so close that you could smell his cologne, and it made you dizzy. “Oh, these? They’re copies of police reports about his previous victims. Just a warning, they can get pretty gorey, and a good amount of information is blocked out due to confidentiality.”

You pulled them out, and placed them on your desk, going through the different reports. You grabbed a notepad to take notes.

The first thing you wrote down was the dates. Each murder was at least two weeks apart. While he mostly went for single victims, he would occasionally go for more..two, three, sometimes even four. But those murders had more of a time gap between them, which makes sense. He would need more time for planning.

As you continued flipping through the files, you found a sticky note on one of them. Some victims report seeing a hooded figure following them…Stalking??

That made your heart drop as you remembered your possessions being moved around your apartment and stolen, and the phone call you received from him. It was all him.

A shiver went down your spine as you realized..He was following you..stalking you for god knows how long. How could you not see it? You always thought you paid attention, always thought you were aware, but you missed it. Was he still following you now? Watching, waiting for the perfect time to strike? You felt like you were going to be sick.

Are you his next victim?

Panic surged through you, as you thought back to that fateful night and you realized..You were different. He had called you, spoken to you, unlike his other victims, and he spared you, and seemed to intend on keeping you alive…wanting to speak to you again.

He was playing a cat and mouse game with you, and he was going to keep you alive for as long as you entertained him.

“Are you alright over there? You look like you’ve got something on your mind.” Jed asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“I’m fine, thanks. I was just reading and I got a little lost in my head, I guess.” You admitted. He put a gentle hand over yours. “You don’t have to read these, and you don’t have to do this. If it’s too much, just let me know.”

You would typically be flustered by his caring actions, but you were too focused to care. “Thanks, Jed, but I’m good. I can do this.”

You’d play his game, but you weren’t going to be the mouse. He was.

–

That evening, you went to one of his victims home’s, armed with a taser you had bought a week after the murders you witnessed, and a camera. It was in a safe upper middle class suburban community, which Ghostface had infiltrated with ease. He had murdered a family of four. The house was condemned, and no one stepped foot inside ever since.

Well, until now. You stared at the rather large house in front of you, taking a deep shaky breath, before pulling off the wood panels blocking the door, and stepping inside.

It was a rather nice home, besides the dust, the stench of bleach, and lack of furniture. You read that it was designed by the patriarch and father, Paul. You shut the door behind you, walking through the entryway, before pausing.

You meandered to the kitchen, spotting an old blood stain on the tiled floor. You raised your camera, taking a picture. That was where the daughter, May, had her throat slit.

Orange light shone through the boarded up windows from the sunset outside. You went through some cabinets and drawers in the kitchen, not finding anything. During your search, you pushed against something, causing a loud, creaking, making your heart practically leap out of your chest.

You jumped, swearing under your breath, before realizing it was just the basement door. You slowly went down, the area becoming darker with each step you took. Thankfully, you managed to find the string to a light bulb, pulling it and illuminating the room.

There was a space where the washer/dryer was, and another blood stain, from the mother’s death. She had been stabbed in the back, and three times in the chest.

Suddenly, there was a loud popping sound, the lightbulb exploding. You jumped, throwing your camera. You moved your hand around the dark, searching for it, before you felt something touch you.

“Fuck this.” You muttered under your breath, taking off up the stairs, slamming the door shut. After a moment or two, you opened the door again, seeing if there was anything waiting for you at the bottom of the steps. There was nothing there. You let out a sigh of relief.

Okay, I’m losing it. I need to stay calm and focus. Figure out what’s going through his head. What’s he thinking about? What’s he plotting?

“Looking for something?” A voice asked from behind you…A voice that you could never forget…A voice that haunts your dreams. You spun around on your heels, spotting Ghostface standing before you. “Surprise.”

Fuck. You turned to run, but he grabbed your arm, pulling you backward. You struggled against his grip, but he was too strong. He shoved you to the ground, your head knocking against the floor.

You groaned in pain, your head throbbing and feeling dizzy and disoriented from the fall. He circled you like a shark in water, his boots making the floorboards creak.

“So, you decided to play detective, huh? How cute. You should know it’s dangerous to snoop around..especially when there’s a killer roaming the streets.” He knelt down above you, while you reached for the taser in your pocket.

You flicked it on, and swung at him, but he slashed at your arm with his knife, cutting you and making you drop the device and yelp in pain. He tsked, flicking it off. “You seriously thought this was going to stop me? Silly girl…You should behave yourself.”

“Fuck you, you sadistic shithead!” You snapped, punching him across the face with your good hand. You hit him hard. So hard that his mask had shifted to the other side of his face, and blood dropped onto the floor.

He wiped the blood from the cloth of his mask, staying eerily quiet and still. You got to your feet, springing up and running to the door. Just before you could open it, he grabbed you by your hair, pulling your head and slamming you up against a wall.

“Little fucking bitch. You’re going to pay for that.” He bashed your head against the wall a couple more times, before wrapping a hand around your throat and squeezing, his knife pressing against your chest, just inches away from your heart.

“If you’re going to kill me, get it over with already.” You said, your voice raspy from the lack of oxygen. That only got him to press down harder. “You stupid whore, don’t you want to live?”

“I’d rather die— f-fighting than live— and listen to you.” You spoke between wheezes. He strangled you harder, to the point where you felt like you were going to pass out, but just before he could, he let you go, pressing his mask to your ear.

“You’ll die when I want you to.” He hissed, before his voice turned back to it’s typical condescending and playful tone. “For now, you can keep it up with your little investigation. It’s quite entertaining, actually. Who knows, maybe you’ll crack the case. But if I were you, I would focus on who I’m going to kill next. Hopefully, it’s not your little friend.”

“No- don’t-” Before she could speak anymore, he put a finger to her lips, silencing her. “Be a good girl, and don’t break my rules, and I’ll find someone else. Now, run along, and take care of that arm. You don’t want it getting infected. Get some ice for your head too. See you around, doll.”

And with that, he let you go, shoving you out the front door.

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