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v1nsmoke · 7 months

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𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑹 // 𝑺𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑹!𝒁𝑶𝑹𝑶 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

spooktober week 3 - modern au with slasher zoro!

tw: murder, d3ath, g0re, alcohol, can this be taken as yandere?, fire

summary: attending a house party won't be a bad choice, at least that's what you think until something changes the course of the night, and everything turns into chaos.

a/n: phew, my longest oneshot so far! i mean it took almost a week so i was hoping. i just want to say that im trash at writing endings so idk how that turned out, i feel like i fucked it up. also COP SHANKS CAMEO??!?!??! and firefighter Ace too!! LISTEN TO HOUSE OF BALLOONS WHILE READING, IT FITS THE VIBE!!!

first half until the garage scene supervised by lena!

tags: @stargirldelight cause cop shanks appearance at the end ♡ (sorry that i keep tagging u in shanks stuff)

wc: 5.6k

The cafeteria was bustling with people, just the average, daily experience. You munch on the horrid food they serve, the food you always tried to trade with the people who were smart enough to bring their own. You were lucky to have Sanji in your friend group, he always brought a bit of his own, delicious cooking, which Luffy would often steal.

"Here dear, I brought you some of your favourite!" Sanji exclaims, handing you a small portion of your favourite food with a smile on his face.

"Thanks, you're the best!" You take it and immediately dive in, hoping that you won't feel the taste of the cafeteria's food you finished a minute ago. While talking with Sanji, you could feel someone staring, but every time you looked around to check, there was nobody looking at you.

"Okay guys, last night I was thinking." Nami speaks up, now the whole group's attention focused on her as she stands up on the table. "Robin, you already know, I'm talking about what we discussed over the phone." She smiles.

"Just spit it out." Zoro says, losing his patience with the orange haired girl.

"Since it's our last year here together, I was thinking about hosting a big halloween party! And everyone is invited! And I mean EVERYONE. If you know somebody outside this highschool, feel free to invite them! The party is going to be held on October 31st! That's a week for you to prepare your costumes and get ready for the best night of your lives!" She excitedly says.

The whole group and the people present at the cafeteria cheer for her, everyone in on the idea. You haven't attended a good halloween party in years, and when it comes to parties, you know it's in good hands with Nami.

~○~

You walk trough the girl's locker room's door, the fencing helmet held in your hand since it won't fit in your bag.

"Thanks for waiting." You high five Zoro, standing at the entrance since he changed clothes faster. Maybe because he didn't spend a good twenty minutes with gossiping, or more like overhearing converastions going on about some random girl's personal life.

"So, what did they say?" You ask.

"What?" He looks at you bluntly.

"What do you mean 'what'? Oh. So you didn't ask them about the party." You sigh as realisation hits you.

"I didn't ask them about the party." He repeats, almost sounding proud of himself.

"Nami is counting on us!"

"The whole cafeteria heard her, isn't that enough people? Is her house even that big?"

"Even if it isn't, she'll find a way to get all these people together. She's smart, you gotta give her that."

Just then, a guy trying to leave the fencing hall bumps into you by accident. He rapidly looks up, making you notice his strange shaped nose.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to!" He apologises.

"No, don't worry, it's nothing. I was the one standing in the doorway, it's not your fault." You apologise back, picking up his bag that fell from his hands after the impact. He's about to leave, but you call out for him.

"Hey, uh, I was wondering if you could come to my friend's halloween party. October 31st. You in?" You shout, hoping he still hears you. The guy turns around, and shouts back a "sure" in response. "I'll send you the address, I think I have you on Instagram. Bye!"

The guy puts his thumb up and leaves. You turn back, and you're met with Zoro's eyes piercing trough you.

"What?" You ask, seeing he was clearly bothered by something.

"Nothing. Let's go." He sighs and heads towards his car, landing in the driver's seat.

"If you say so." You shrug and follow, getting in next to Zoro. You open your phone, and type in your address into Google Maps so that you won't have to guide him and his poor navigation skills. Sometimes you wonder how he got his driving license.

He stops at your house. You gather your fencing equipment, and step out of the car.

"Are you coming to Nami's party?" You hold the door open so you can speak with him.

"You sure sound very excited about it. I thought you hated parties, the people, drinks and all." He replies.

"I still do. But Nami and the others will be there, at least I won't feel alone. I want to see how it turns out. You still didn't answer me."

"I guess it's worth a try. She will probably buy the expensive drinks, someone's gotta try those out."

"You're saying that because you are an alcoholic, Zoro."

"I know. Bye." He grabs your door's handle and closes it, starts the engine and drives off.

"Yeah... Bye." You say to yourself.

You plop down on your bed, letting your body sink into the soft mattress. Maybe Zoro was right. Maybe you shouldn't go. Parties? You never attended them, the overwhelming amount of people and the disgusting smell of alcohol that would stay on your shirt keeping you away from these events.

But for God's sake, it will be hosted by Nami this time. She was your best friend ever since you started highschool, and she was also your number one supporter from the moment you two met. And now she was going to organise a huge halloween party with everyone invited, there's just no way you wouldn't attend it! Besides, all your other friends would be there, too! Robin or Sanji would definitely let you stick to their sides, you'd be safe there. You've got a whole week to get ready, both your costume and mentally.

~○~

Nami throws another ingredient in the cart, adding to the weight of it, making it even harder for you to push it forward.

"Did you even look at the price of it? Or are you just throwing in everything you see?" You ask your friend.

"We need all these, and I have the money for it. I just can't wait for tonight! This will be the party of the year, and I bet everyone will be talking about it tomorrow!" She exclaims, throwing another bag of potato chips your way. You catch it and place it on top of the heap of other food already in the cart.

"What will be your costume, Y/N?" Nami looks at you as the two of you join the line at the cash register.

"I couldn't come up with anything, I'll probaly go dressed as myself. Not very original, I know." You say as place the groceries on the conveyor belt one by one.

"Hm, I was looking forward to see you in some costume for once, but whatever." She sounds dissapointed, but at least she respects your decision.

After paying the crazy amount of money Nami decided to spend on snacks, you get into her car, heading straight towards her house. A few days ago you agreed to help her set up the party, but didn't expect it to be such a big thing. Sure, Nami was the host, so it's natural that she would plan something huge.

Her keys dingle in the front door's keyhole, and she opens it. Both your hands full with the bags, only being freed after you manage to drop them on her kitchen counter with a sigh.

"What should I help with?" You inquire, leaning on the white marble kitchen island.

"I was only thinking of helping with the groceries and now that's done, but if you're already here, could you put these into bowls? You know where to find them." She motions at the snacks in the grocery bags.

Of course you knew, Nami invited you over more than a million times, you could swear you knew the whereabout of every small item in her house. You open a cupboard, grabbing a bunch of bowls from it.

"I've got some things to tend to, Usopp should be here in about twenty minutes." She waves before going upstairs to take care of whatever she needed to.

"Ayyy! I didn't expect you here! Only here to set things up, or staying for the party too?" Usopp hugs you upon entering.

"Weird to see me here, huh? I'll stay for the party too, though I will probably stay by somebody's side, likely Robin or Sanji, maybe you, we'll see." You hug him back.

"Only an hour before the others arrive, I'm so excited! It's gonna be fun, I promise, and if ya ever feel lonely, find me!" Usopp pulls away and the two of you share your own handshake that took days to perfect.

~○~

The loud music with the same, repetative beat keeps playing from the speakers installed by Usopp earlier today, maybe an hour ago. You didn't expect everybody from the cafeteria to actually pull up, but it seems like you weren't the only one who thought it would be nice to attend a party just this one time. Everybody was there, event those smart students whose daily routine was entirely made up of studying and the quiet kids nobody knew anything about, and they all seemed to have fun. Except you.

You stood alone in the corner of the living room, awkwardly holding the red plastic cup filled with alcohol that you won't drink anyway. Maybe coming here was a bad idea after all.

"Uh, hey." You hear voice behind you, though it was faint since the music was being blasted. You turn around to see the guy from your fencing classes, the same guy that you invited here because Zoro wouldn't do it.

"Hi." You say, your fingers fiddling with the cup as you force a smile onto your face.

"I see you're alone. Zoro didn't come with you? I was sure he would." He starts.

"Uhhh I haven't seen him yet, but the party only started not so long ago, he said some days ago that he'll show up. He's bad with directions and navigation, maybe he just got lost." You explain.

"Oh, alright, if you say so. My name's Kaku. Nice to meet you, I've been watching you during fencing classes."

Zoro's face expressed disgust. Was it worth coming here? He stands still near the doorway of the living room, silently observing the scene currently unfolding on the other side of the room. When he entered, you were the first thing he saw amidst the crowd, but his happiness quickly dissapeared after a guy approaches you. Zoro could recognise him as Kaku from fencing classes, the guy who would always be paired with Zoro (and inevitably lose to him).

He couldn't hear what your conversation was about, the other guests and the music overpowering his hearing. Oh how he hated Kaku. He annoyed Zoro so much, his voice, gestures, everything. And now this man he hated was talking to you. It was supposed to be him. Maybe if he didn't take twenty-two wrong turns, get stuck in a traffic jam AND park his car in front of the wrong house, it could be him. But that wasn't the case right now, because instead of enjoying your company, he stood still on the other side of the room.

It bothered him how you had to force a smile, he could see it across the crowded room, but Kaku standing next to you couldn't. He just kept talking and talking, not noticing the way you were looking in all directions but at Kaku, who didn't seem to care.

"Heyyy, you wanna join me on the dance floor?" An unknown girl comes up to Zoro, pointing at the middle of the living room.

"No." He coldly turned her down, not even bothering to look at this girl. He couldn't take his eyes off you and Kaku, and knew that if the guy tries to do anything, whether it be a romantic or hurtful action towards you, he's going to be there between the two of you in the blink of an eye.

Just then, he notices as Kaku takes your hand into his, the movement making you seemingly uncomfortable. Seeing this, Zoro takes rapid steps trough the living room, squishing himself trough the crowd, his katanas colliding into each other. As he gets closer, he starts to hear you voice.

"No, uh, thanks, I-" you stutter, politely turning him down, trying to pull yourself back to the corner you were standing in.

"Come on, you're supposed to have fun, right? Zoro's not coming anyway, that asshole doesn't care." Kaku chuckles. Zoro deeply inhales. It took his all not to launch at the guy and gut him right then and there.

"No, sorry. I'm not going anywhere with you." You insist, pulling back your hand in hopes of freeing it from his grasp. Your heart was beating faster, and it was definitely not because Kaku's charms. You've already considered all possible outcomes of this. Lucky for you there was a small cupboard with a vase on it next to you just in case of an emergency.

"No way, I'm a nice guy, you know me! I-"

"She said no."

"Zoro!" You smile upon hearing your friend's deep voice, one that you could recognise anywhere. Kaku seems to lose some of his self confidence after Zoro's voice hits his ears, but he still didn't let go of your hand.

"Hey, buddy!" He gives the green haired man a fake smile. This was off to a bad start. Zoro could swear that if this guy called him 'buddy' again, he'll lose it.

"Let her go." He says back, not even greeting Kaku. Instead, he stared into his soul, and if looks could kill, Kaku would be gone by now.

"Alright, fine!" Kaku gets defensive, letting go of you and raising both his hands up like he was being arrested. It looked like he was waiting for a 'thank you', but you sure weren't going to thank him for the bare minimum. Feeling the tension, the guy tries to lighten the mood before Zoro accidentally stares too strongly at him.

"Zoro, buddy, can I invite you for a drink?" He asks.

Zoro nods, knowing that Kaku had no idea of what he just got himself into.

"I'll be back soon." Zoro smiles your way, which is not a rare phenomenon with you, then leaves wirh Kaku following closely behind him, leaving you alone yet again.

~○~

Zoro pours another drink into the cup, Kaku letting out a sigh of satisfaction as he downs it again. Both of them sat at the kitchen counter, drinking up everything they could find. They both consumed the same amount of alcohol, but one of them was definitely drunker than the other. Zoro was an expert at alcohol drinks, and could still stay sober even after an insane amount of drinks. Unlike Kaku. He was deeply drunk by now, just as Zoro expected it.

"Zoro, hi! You're actually here, cool! Though I would be happier if you left your katanas at home." Nami appears, greeting her friend.

"I always take them with me everywhere."

"Yeah, that's exactly why you are banned from so many places."

"Zoro, pour me and yourself another!" Kaku chuckles, his shaky hands holding the cup towards the green haired. Zoro agrees, but when he tries to grab another drink, he notices that it's all gone.

"Strange. I thought you were prepared, Nami." He says.

"I WAS! But you two idiots drank it all!" She shouts at the two, mad that they didn't leave any for the rest of the guests.

"So no more drinks?" Zoro looks over to Nami, earning a sigh from her.

"There is. Go to the garage, I have a few crates of it stored there. Bring those up, but leave some for the others."

"Why do I have to get them? You're the host, do it yourself." Kaku whines, clearly drunk.

"MAYBE BECAUSE I WASN'T THE ONE WHO DRANK IT ALL. NOW GO." she pushes Kaku out of the room, Zoro walking behind them.

He would be lying if he said this wasn't what he was planning all along. The crates in the garage? He knew about it. And he also knew that nobody will be there, all the guests in the living room or one of the guest rooms. He felt a bit bad for leaving you alone, but there were things that had to be done. And it was for your own good.

"Man, I'm telling ya, I would be long gone with that girl if you didn't interfere. Damn bro, I even had some aphrodisiac with me, I-"

Zoro didn't need to hear the rest. His steps slowed down, mind going in multiple directions. Did he just mean you when saying 'that girl'? Did he really want to give you that shit? Kaku may be drunk, but drunk words are sober thoughts, and Zoro knew that. He hated Kaku, but now he snapped. This guy was going too far, and Zoro didn't like the way this crazy dude talked and thought about you.

He opens the garage's door, holding it open for Kaku to enter, and he does so, skipping his way down the few stairs. Unbeknownst to him, he just walked into a trap, one that Zoro has been planning ever since Kaku started making flirty comments towards you during fencing classes, not noticing how you were internally cringing and creeped out by him, but neither of you ever said a word about this. And tonight really did it for Zoro. He didn't invite Kaku for a drink because he wanted to get closer to him. He did it to get him into this drunken state, and made him drink up every drink until there was none left. He didn't need Nami to ask them to get more, he would've done it anyways.

Kaku looks trough the shelves, searching for even more drinks.

"Zoro, you helping me or nah?" He inquires, still looking at the metal shelf.

"Sure. I think I already found one of the crates." He says, carrying a crate filled with whiskey over to Kaku. He tries to hand it to him, but drops it in the process. The glasses break, the alcohol spilling on the floor and Kaku, who is now soaked from head to toe, given that he was crouching when this happened.

"Sorry." There was no remorse in Zoro's tone, but the guy believed him anyways, the drinks doing their thing.

"It's okay buddy, mistakes happen." He smiles, going back to searching the shelf again in case he missed something.

He doesn't notice as Zoro quietly locks the garage's door, trapping the two alone together. He starts searching in his pocket, until he finally gets his hands on the keys to Nami's car, the keys that he stole from the hanger in the hallway. Zoro opens the car's door, sitting down on the leather seat of it, then inserts the key and the engine comes to life with a buzzing sound.

"Ey man, be careful or you'll hit me!" Kaku shouts, still crouching just a few meters away from the car.

"Don't worry. Stay there, and you'll be safe. I just want to test something." He lies, and steps on the gas pedal. The tires of the car squealed on the concrete floor of the garage, which had just enough space for the green haired to roll the car back a bit.

"Buddy, Zoro, no, no, let me just go back, you can try the car when I'm not here." Kaku stands up, ready to leave in this instant.

"Stay put. I'm here to crush your skull, not the car." And with that, Zoro pushes the car's gear, feet forcefully pressing the gas pedal.

A loud thud echoes in the garage as Zoro crashes into the wall, the breaking of bones and coughs ringing with it. Kaku tries to take deep breaths, but now that he was squished between the wall and the car, it seemed impossible. His head was spinning, eyesight hazy, the only thing he tried to focus his eyes on was the man in the driver's seat, staring at him with an emotionless gaze.

Zoro backs up a bit with the car, Kaku falling to the floor with broken ribs. He coughs, clawing at the floor in hopes of being able to crawl away. Zoro opens the car's door, slowly stepping out. Kaku was almost at the few steps leading to the door, when he looks back over his shoulders at the sound of footsteps, the green haired man approaching him.

"No, please, I-" he crawls a bit faster, but Zoro grabs him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him back with force, then dragging him along the cold concrete floor, back towards the car.

Zoro lifts him up, then places him in the drivers seat while he stands at the car's door.

"You're gonna be in big trouble when I tell the others about this." He manages to whisper between coughs, his own blood filling his mouth.

"They won't." And with that, Zoro steps on the gas pedal, quickly pulling his leg back after doing so. A deafening scream pierces trough the air, the car running into the wall yet again, the metal shelf between the two objects breaking right trough the windshield, the end of it sliding trough Kaku's head.

The car sparks at the impact, the alcohol spilled there by Zoro previously catching fire. Was the crate drop a few minutes ago intentional? Yes. Yes, it was. Now the car was in flames, the already dead Kaku stiff in the drivers seat.

Zoro calmly grabs a crate filled with beer from the other side of the room, and makes his way towards the door like nothing happened. He doesn't look back, letting the car burn with Kaku inside it. The whole garage was made up of concrete walls, which cannot catch or spread fire, meaning that Nami's house won't burn down if he leaves the fire to be.

He leaves the room, striding back to the kitchen. Just as he was about to leave the hallway and enter the living room, Nami comes rushing to him.

"Zoro! What took you so long?! We heard loud noises, I was getting worried that something happened to you!" She scolds him.

"I didn't know you could do that." He coldly replies, earning an eyeroll from the ginger girl, who noticed something.

"Wait, where's the guy who went with you?" She asks.

"Oh, Kaku? He told me to feel free to come back, said he wanted to try something. He should be here soon." He lies straight to Nami's face.

Nami shrugs, about to go back to the middle of the party, when she suddenly stops in her tracks. Her nose picks up an unkonwn scent, or more like smell.

"Zoro, can you smell it too?" She asks worriedly, turning back to the swordsman. "Smoke." Realisation dawns on her, eyes going wide. She rushes out the room, a curious Usopp and you behind her. "You're coming too!" She shouts back, clearly meaning Zoro. So, he follows them.

The grey smoke filled the hallway as they got closer to the garage, Nami already suspecting what happened. Usopp bursts trough the garage's door, letting out a few coughs along with Nami and you. The room was filled with smoke, the orange haired girl's car still in flames, it was only a matter of time before it gets worse and the car explodes.

"SOMEBODY HELP! WE NEED WATER! CALL THE POLICE AND FIREFIGHTERS!" Usopp screams. Nami and you nod, running back to warn the others and call for help.

Now Zoro was left alone with Usopp, who was panicking, taking fast and deep breaths to calm himself down.

"You, Zoro? D-don't you feel l-like doing something about this?" He shakily asks, eyes on the green haired man.

"I already did." He answers. Usopp slightly scrunches his eyebrows, not quite understanding what he meant.

"What are y-you trying to say? You're creeping me out a bit, you know." He takes a tiny step back, Zoro looking at him with a colder, more menacing stare than usual.

Usopp swallows hard, feeling uneasy after Zoro doesn't give him an answer.

"Zoro, you... you didn't, right?" He nervously chuckles, but Zoro still doesn't move or say anything. Usopp realises that he's in grave danger here, and it's time for him to run. But just as he turns around, ready to sprint back to the living room, he hears as Zoro unsheats one of his katanas. Usopp grabs a vase, throwing it right towards Zoro, who simply cuts trough it.

"This can't be real, this can't be real, this can't be real!" Usopp murmurs to himself, shutting his eyes for a few seconds. But when he opens them again, Zoro's gone. Or at least that's what he thought, standing up, letting out a deep sigh at the fact that he won't die.

"Sorry. No witnesses." He hears the deep voice from behind, the blade making contact with his upper body. Usopp looks down, and is met with the sight of Zoro's katana going trough right his heart. He sees as Zoro pulls out the blade from his flesh, a hole left in its place. He coughs, blood spilling from his mouth before landing on the flooring beneath him with a thud.

Zoro's hands were now stained with his friend's blood, the crimson liquid staining Nami's floor and his katana's shiny blade. He had to get rid of the body quickly, before you, Nami and all the others return with the cops. So, he grabs Usopp's dead body by the legs, dragging him to the burning car in the garage a few steps away.

You panic, dialing 911 as fast as possible while Nami ushered everybody out the house before something else catches on fire too, or the flames reach the wrong spot of the car and it explodes. But Usopp was down there, trying to put it out with the buckets from the storage room. Or at least that's what you thought was happening.

"911, what's your emergency?" A female voice chimes in from the other side of the line, one that you could recognise.

"Uta, hi! Nami's car got caught on fire in her garage, and she said somebody was there too, it can explode any minute, Usopp is trying to put it out but I'm worried for him, I-" you dump all the information on her, but she calmly cuts you off.

"Alright. I'll ask my dad to go, he'll bring some of his colleagues too, so him and some firefighters will be there in a few minutes."

"Thank you. Bye." You shake, worried for Usopp and Zoro at the garage. Uta puts down the phone, and you do the same as you rush back to the garage to get the two out of the house.

You cough as you get closer, Usopp and Zoro nowhere to be seen.

"ZORO! USOPP! COME ON, WE NEED TO GET OUT!" You shout, hoping they will hear you. You slow in your track when you notice the splatters of blood on the floor and wall a few meters away from the entrance of the garage. Did something happen to them? You think for a second. Maybe the fire wasn't caused by accident. Maybe somebody set it on fire intentionally, killing the person Nami said was there. And now he maybe got one of your friends too.

"USOPP! ZOR-" you call out their names, when suddenly the green haired man appears in the garage's doorway.

"Oh god, you're alright! Look, we need to get out of here, the police, firefighters and ambulance are already on their way, there's nothing we can do about the fire now. And I might sound stupid right now, but there might be even a killer, and-"

"There is. Now come with me and get out of here." He cuts you off and grabs your hand, heading to where you just came from.

"But Usopp-" you try to stop yourself, but Zoro keeps dragging you behind him.

"He'll be fine." He replies, not even looking at you.

"You know what he's like, we can't just leave him here!" You argue back, slightly raising your voice.

"There's no time for him, we need to leave, now."

"No!" You tear your hand away from his. "He will panic that he's alone, or worse, he can die too! Don't you think about that?!"

"I do, but I don't care. I don't care if that fool dies, but if I don't get you out of here and you die because of me, I'll never forgive myself." He lifts you, throwing you over his shoulder, firm hands keeping you in place. You squirm, trying to get out of his touch, but it seems impossible.

He bursts trough the door, then places you down at the front yard. The other guests were either gone the moment they heard there was a fire, or watched in horror as the smoke flowed out the house. Just as you step on the sidewalk in front of the house, the sound of cop cars hit your ears, that same deafening sound as all the other times. Firefighters and ambulance arrive at the scene too, jumping out of the vehicles in an instant. You rush towards one firefighter, the black haired, freckled guy you were friends with.

"Ace! Ace, one of my friends is still inside, please, try to find him and get him out." You beg, tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

"That's my job, sweetheart. Don't worry!" He reassuringly winks, running toward's Nami's house.

You knew Ace since childhood, you both went to the same school and your moms were good friends, so you got to hang out with him a lot. He loved going on adventures, and was a good company. He always dreamt of being a firefighter, and it was like a dream come true for him when he got the job. You knew that he will be great at this job, and you trusted him. When he told you not to worry, you believed him, there was something about your friend saying this that calmed you down a bit.

"Hey, you alright?" Another familiar voice sounds from behind you, his hands placed on your shoulders. You turn around and see the red haired man with scars over one of his eyes, worry displaying in his eyes. You couldn't hold your tears anymore, this was it. You wrap your arms around him, face buried into his chest, sobs escaping your lips.

"It's okay, it's okay. You'll be fine." He hugs back, bringing a sense of comfort to you. Shanks was the usual friendly cop, the one who would always be there when an old lady called the police because her cat got stuck on a tree, the man who would knock into your home just because he was bored and wanted company. You knew him, his little secrets, and he knew yours.

~○~

The rest of the night you sat in Shanks' cop car, a blanket over you after a doctor checked up on you and it was all okay. You were devastated. Ace and the doctors did everything they could to save Usopp, who was found dead in the garage, stabbed. The other victim was Kaku, who died under mysterious circumstances. There was definitely a killer, but nobody knew who it was. Though you did have your suspect. And you could only wish you were wrong.

The last time you and Nami saw Kaku was when he was with Zoro, but Nami said that the two went to fetch drinks and Kaku stayed behind, so maybe that wasn't Zoro's fault. But it was also him who stayed with Usopp, he was last seen with him. And the fact that Zoro carries his katanas everywhere, including this party, and Usopp getting killed by a blade just fit together. Why would he kill Usopp? You had no idea.

Everyone got questioned one by one, and sadly all clues lead to Zoro according to Benn, who was Shanks' colleague. You didn't know him like you knew Shanks, but you would meet him often. He was smart, and knew what he was doing. And that's why you were so worried. Because he is likely right this time too, and that means Zoro, your best friend is a murderer.

You see as Shanks approaches his car where you were sitting, a serious look on his face.

"Is something wrong?" You quietly ask, worried that something happened, something wrong.

"I'm sorry. I really am." He says as he sits down in the back next to you, looking in a direction. You follow where his eyes are focused, and see what you didn't want to. Zoro in handcuffs, escorted to a police car. A tear escapes you, it hurts to think that your friend is a killer. You didn't know his motives, why he did what he did, but he probably had a good reason.

~○~

Life went smoothly. The image of that night was still vivid in your mind, but you forgot about it so often that it was almost like it's gone. You would still sometimes dream about it, but other than that, you were fine. Shanks was worried that you will be targeted after this, so he offered to take care of you and live with him if you want. You have been living alone ever since you were 15, and you knew Shanks well, so, you moved in with him. He has been acting as your father figure ever since, and you totally don't mind it.

You would sometimes still wonder: why did you do it, Zoro?

one piece and all related characters belong to eiichiro oda, i do not own any of those characters.

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1-800-callmewhenyougetlost · 4 days

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omg u should write about bill being a babysitter to y/n’s younger sister bc her parents can’t trust her but little does y/n’s parents know that when they hired bill— y/n and bill used to have a lil fling and once the sister goes to bed…they rekindle it ykyk?? 😜

Leb die sekunde

Third pov:

It was 2008 and Bill was going to y/n's house to babysit her baby little sister she was 1 years old so he was really excited to take care of a baby. He always thought baby's were cute he was driving to her house.

Bills pov:

I knocked on the door once actually twice. Im excited but its going to be awkward because y/n was going to be there. Me and y/n used to date but we broke up because of tour but now were on a break i get to take care of y/n's baby sister. I zoned out but i jumped alittle from the door opening. It was y/n "Hey Bill!" She said. She was holding her baby sister on her arms. "Hey y/n!" He said. "Come in!" She exclaimed. I came inside and grabbed her baby sister. I placed her on my lap and tickled her. "Bill im going to my room knock on my door if you need me!" Y/n yelled.

"Okay!!" I responded. I noticed the baby was falling asleep I put her in my arms and carried her into her crib. I laid her down and turned on the baby monitor. I walked out and knocked on y/n's door.

She opened it "Yeah?" she said. "Can i hang out with you? The baby is asleep and i don't know what to do." I asked. She nodded and opened her door to welcome me in. Her room was filled with Britney spears and Christina Aguilera posters. Gosh i missed this smell of pure seduction I felt i was on cloud 9.

Y/n's Pov:

"So what do you wanna do?" I asked. There he was my ex at least were still friends. "Wanna do a dance party?" he asked. I nodded and turned on my Playstation 2 And selected the game Dance Revolution. We danced to the song i whipped my hair. We were having a good time until we stopped playing. I was doing his make up he looked so beautiful. We both leaned in and we kissed...

I backed away and he did too. He looked at me with cute puppy eyes "I need you so bad.." he said. "I want you so bad billy!" i whispered. I took off my shorts. He took off his skinny jeans and boxers "please mama suck me off!" he whispered. "Okay fine but you have to be quiet because of the baby." i said. He nodded and laid down on a pillow. I went low to his waist and started sucking him off "mhh." he whimpered quietly. I kitty licked his tip and kept stroking it.

Suddenly he started to say "Im cumming!" he said silently. I stopped and look at him "Not yet baby okay?" I smiled. He whined "Please ride me or touch me i don't care!" he yelled. I smacked his thigh "Bill that was loud you're going to wake her up!" I sighed. I get up and sit on his dick he "Mama ride me please!" he grabbed my hips and moved me up and down fastly. it was an hour and we were still going with out no cum this is a record i swear. "Im cumming!" we both said. I collapsed on Bill and cuddles him. I missed him so much...

(IM PROUD OF MYSELF OMLL)

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samcscreams · 8 months

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It can't be a coincidence

Hello friends! This one shot was inspired by @doctorwhoarchive it would not have been possible without her! Also took an inspiration form this post. Im also super proud of this one. Its my biggest project yet and I put a lot of time and effort into it so I hope you like it!

Also a shout out to @monarchsrus for all the writing advice!

Trigger warning: Drug Use

Word count: 7.5k

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It was like any other day. Sam rolled over to turn her alarm clock off. It had been about 9 months since she’d been able to actually wake up to the sounds. No, most days she wakes hours before her alarm clock goes off and just stars at the ceiling waiting for time to pass her by.

After turning it off she rolls over and sit on the edge of her bed. After taking a much needed deep breath she begins to get ready for school.

She shuffled over to her closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and makes her way to her sisters room.

“Knock Knock. You up yet Tar?” She asked as she slowly opened the door.

Her baby sister was still curled up under her covers. Sam sighed knowing she was gonna have to be responsible and wake her up. She just looked so peaceful while sleeping, it broke her heart to be the one to ruin it.

“Hey time to wake up big girl.” Sam rubbed circles in Taras back to coxes her out of sleep.

As Tara started to stir awake she smiled at the sight of her big sister.

“Morning Sammy” She said with a toothy grin as she rubbed sleep from her eyes

“Im gonna use the bathroom. Make sure you pick out some clothes and pack your book bag” Sam said as she left.

Tara felt the emptiness of the room eat her alive. Sam would normally help her pick out her clothes and at least say good morning in return. But lately Sam just wasn’t the same. Tara sat up in bed wondering if she did something wrong.

After Sam was done in the bathroom she was putting her clothes on when she noticed her jeans were now officially two inches higher than when she got them.

“Dammit” She muttered to herself. Sadly, she had gone through a growth spurt only a month after she found the diaries.

Therefore Christina has been less than eager to go shopping with her daughters. Christina also thought since Tara never seemed to grow and could still fit into some of her preschool shirts the other one should be just as fine.

She was not fine, far from fine but she would never tell anyone that. So when Sam went to put on the t-shirt she pulled from her closet she flexed just a bit too hard casing the back seem to pop. She looked over into the mirror and almost chuckle as she looked like the hulk ripping out of her own clothes.

She needed a plan and fast as she would need to head down stairs to make tara breakfast soon. Then it hit her, her dad not dad left his clothes. He’s gotta have something she could take.

Sam snuck into her mothers room and over to her dads not dad closet. Upon entering she took a deep breath taking in the lingering smell that used to smell like safety, like home. She looked up towards the top shelf. There were a random assortment of old band shirts so she grabbed the top one. ‘Nirvana, perfect’ she thought to herself and snuck back out not waking her mother in doing so.

She grabbed her combat boots, as they were the only shoes that fit her, and luckily they made up for the two inches that her pants didn’t cover on her legs. She then grabbed her zip up hoodie and made her way down stair after seeing tara was no longer in her room.

“Tara?” Sam called as she hit the bottom floor.

“In here Sammy” Tara called back from the kitchen

Once Sam made her way to her sister she was greeted with burnt toast and half squeezed OJ.

“Tara what are you doing?” Sam asked trying to bite back her temper which was becoming alarming harder to do recently.

“I wanted to make you breakfast. To make up for making you mad.” Tara with her big doe eyes stared directly into her big sisters looking for any sign of reassurance that she was forgiven.

“Making me mad? Baby girl what do you mean?” Sam pulled her baby sister in for a hug pushing Taras bangs away to get a clear look at her. Yet Sam could feel the guilt bubbling in her gut.

“You don’t help me get ready for school anymore. I though I did something wrong.” Tara said looking up at Sam tears pricking the corner of her eyes.

Sam mulled over Tara’s words realizing she had been pulling away since last December. But even more recently with starting high school. They’ve been promoting Stab-a-Thon for months at school and truth be told it was starting to get to Sam. She was numb most days to deal with the fear of who she was. Who she could be.

“Im so sorry. I didn’t realize. But no little one. You’ve done nothing wrong. High school is just a lot sometimes. It’s really not your fault.” Sam said as she kneeled down and cupped Tara’s face.

“Oh okay.” Tara respond with in a timid voice.

“Do you like breakfast?” She followed up with, as a smile grew across her tiny face.

Sam took a burnt piece of toast and took a bite. Immediately the ash flavoring coated her mouth. But she swallowed and put on a show.

“Mmmm when did you become a five star chef?” Sam asked making Tara erupt with glee

“Now hurry, go grab your book bag and put on your shoes. Mom will be up soon and we gotta get you to school now don’t we.” Sam said ushering Tara off.

She turned back to the burnt toast on the table and threw it in the trash and went to make some fresh pieces. ‘Tara won’t know the difference’ she thought to herself and right she was. As they made their way out the front door Tara was happily munching on her buttered toast she thought she had made.

Sam was just happy to have gotten everything done without running late for school. As they rounded the corner to walk through the town square, Sam froze in her tracks. Hanging from each lamp post was a Ghostface decoration. She knew it was only a matter of time before she was going to have to face people dressing up as her personal nightmare. But for the whole town to be covered in the reminder of what was in her blood made her stomach flip. It wasn’t until Tara started to tung on her sleeve that she snapped out of her trance.

“Sammy come on. What are you doing?” Tara said trying to get her big sister attention.

“Ya what sorry” Sam said looking down at her sister. She moved to take Taras hand as they continued forward towards Taras elementary school.

“Ouch, too tight” Tara tries to pull her hand from Sam’s. Sam immediately lets go not realizing she tensed her muscles at the sight of a a poster in the book stores window. ‘Today at 1pm Out of Darkness’ Sidney Prescott’s face beaming brightly behind the words.

“Sorry.” Sam said shoving her hands into her jacket pockets.

“What’s gotten into you?” Tara asked rubbing her now throbbing hand. Her big sisters been distant but not careless. Tara waited penitently for her sister to respond but alas all there was was silence.

Sam was frozen again. The sound of a car door caught her attention as she looked behind her and saw none other than Sidney Prescott in the flesh. Her blood ran cold at the sight. It was one thing to hear about her and the stories but there she was clear as day. Sam couldn’t hear anything but the sound of her heart beating in her ears. Her hands started to tingle inside of her pockets as her air ways closed.

“SAM” Tara yelled looking around to figure out what had such a grip on her sister.

“Shit sorry Tara. It’s just…” Sam looked to Tara who was eagerly waiting for the truth.

The truth.

Sam couldn’t face that. Sam couldn’t begin to explain to Tara what was going on with her. Not today. Hopefully never. So she switched on. She had to be there for Tara. She needed to keep it together for her.

“… been hard to sleep that’s all. Im sorry for being weird. No more of that as of now! How about after school today we watch some movies. I'll even make popcorn.” Sam said with a smile on her face. She had to pull it together. She promised to always be there for tara. Just because her life is turning out to be a shit show doesn’t mean she can’t make sure Taras isn’t.

“You mean it?” Tara said jumping a little as she walked.

“I promise” Sam said holding out her pinky. Tara took it with her own and then turned back to walking.

Lucky for Sam, Tara didn’t say anything else as they finished their walk to her school. Her mind raced ‘why was Sidney Prescott in town?. Nobody had seen her in years. Why of all days, times, years was she here?’

Before Sam new it they were outside Taras school.

“Have a good day. Love you” Sam said as she kissed Tara’s forehead

“Love you too!” Tara said walking off towards her group of friends. Sam waived at the twins and Wes.

As soon as Tara was safe inside Sam made her way to school. She put her headphones in and tried to tune out the world.

Only to catch a car rolling by right next to her causing her to jump a little.

“Hey Carpenter” Asked Kirby Reed leaning over to yell out her passenger side window.

“Oh hey Kirby” Sam responded digging her hands further into her jacket pocket.

“Need a ride? I gotta pick up Jill and Olivia still but I'm sure they won’t mind.” She asked with a genuine smile.

Sam thought about it as Kirby had always been so nice to her ever since she got paired with her for adopt a freshmen. It was a program for incoming freshmen to get paired up with a senior to show them the ropes. Sam forgot she signed up before everything went down. She’s honestly glad she did but would never admit to it.

“No i’m gonna walk, thanks tho.” Sam said thought a tight lipped smile.

“Suit yourself freshie” Kirby said stepping on the gas sending her flying down the street right past Sherif Riley.

Sam chuckled as she watch the car try and slow down as the Sherif yelled climbing into his own car.

Not too much later Sam was standing on the lawn of Woodsboro high school. Students swarmed around her going in every which direction. She took a deep breath as she made her way to the front on the school. Only to catch as she walked pass a group a seniors the one piece of information she needed to realize today was going to be her worst nightmare.

“Here is my Woodsboro massacre anniversary question. What is your favorite scary movie?”

‘Shit what’s today’ Sam thought to herself as she puled her old flip phone from her back pocket.

September 28th 2011

“Fuck” Sam muttered to herself.

Today was the 15th anniversary of the original massacre. The one where Billy Loomis her father and Stu Macher killed a bunch of kids at a house party. ‘How could she be so stupid. She knew this day would come. How could she forget’ Sam’s thoughts ran wild as she went to her locker. She couldn’t help but notice the growing pit inside of her. It settled low in her stomach gnawing at her as if it was trying to tell her something.

Once making it to her locker she opened it and put away her book bag and grabbed her stuff for first period. As she went to grab her books she saw her hand was shaking, she grabbed the side of her locker like her life depended on it and took a deep breath to try and steady herself. As her luck would have it, it didn’t work. So she wrapped her arms around her books and hurried off to her first class.

“Sam wait up!”

Sam turned around to see Vince Schneider running up beside her.

“What do you want Vince” Sam said dryly

“Nice to see you to sunshine. I just wanted to ask what you were doing tonight. Ive got a hook up if you're interested.” He said with a sly smile

“What makes you think i’d want to do that?” She asked

“Well you dropped all your old friends in the last year. Just thought you could use the company. Anyway, you know where to find me.” And with that he was gone.

After Sam had found the diaries she effectively pushed everyone she knew away. Not that there was a lot of people to push away in the first place but even acquaintances became strangers agin.

Sam sat in the back of her class and just waited for the bell to ring. It wasn’t that she was dumb or anything she just found it hard to care about how mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. When would that ever be useful?

On days like today time alway seemed to mess with her. One second she was here, the next someplace else. Sometimes time wouldn’t move at all and she'd be suck for what felt like hours. She thought herself lucky when the bell rang faster than she expected. In hindsight she wishes first period never ended.

Sam got settled into second period. She bounced her leg along to the sound of her heart beating in her ears. They were reading The Great Gatsby and were just about to start the open discussion when everybody’s phone started to buzz.

Sam pulled her shitty flip phone out of her back pocket, to her surprise and slight embarrassment she had nothing on her phone. It seemed that everyone had gotten a text about something. Why didn’t she?

“Oh my god Marnie Cooper and Jenny Randall were murdered last night. Says they were stabbed to death. They're saying it was Ghostface” One kid says as the rest of the class starts to erupt with chatter.

“Look” Some other kid said standing up and walking to the windows. There were already news vans racing down the street to set up and start interviewing students.

Sam want to get up to join her classmates but she couldn’t move. Her legs were cemented to the ground and no matter how hard her brain yelled at her arms, they wouldn’t budge. All she could hear were three words dancing around her mind making her skin crawl and the pit in her stomach grow.

Stabbed

Murdered

Ghostface

Everyone was up staring out the windows but her. Sam could feel her hands start to go numb. At first it was just her pinky finger but the more she sat with the knowledge the more the numbing traveled up her arms.

‘Were her classmates staring at her? When did they all start looking at her? Why were they staring? Do they know. They have to know. They all know.’ Sam’s head was screaming as her breath was becoming more and more labored.

‘Leave, Run, anything’ She heard break through the chatter in her mind. So Sam did exactly that. She ran, leaving all her stuff behind. Pushing through anyone in the hallway, she slammed the bathroom doors open and took the first available stall and locked it behind her curling up into a ball.

At this point her vision was starting to blur and the numbing had spread all over her body. She couldn’t even hear anything over the pounding of her heart inside her chest.

‘“Breath Sam just breath” She muttered to herself as she rocked back and forth in the shall.

Sam wanted to distract herself to calm her mind but there was no escape from the tormenting thoughts. ‘Why was this happening now. Someone had to know. What if she’s next. What if this is all her fault? What if they target Tara?’

“Tara” Sam said though numb lips. If she didn’t know any better she would assume she was having a stroke.

“Hello? Is someone in here?” A voice echoed thought the empty bathroom.

Sam was unwillingly shaking her leg causing the toilet seat they were resting on to rattle which alerted anyone who enters the bathroom of her existence.

“Hello?” The voice said again

Sam tried to speak, she really did, but her words caught in her throat.

“This isn’t funny. I can hear you.”

Sam tried to move again. Only her body was stuck shaking as her mind simply could no longer control her limbs. Sam could hear the girl walk slowly over to the stall she hid behind.

“If you don’t say anything I'm gonna open the door” Said the girl from the other side.

A beat passed and all the air seemed to evaporate from the room as the stall door swung open.

Sam’s body relaxed at the sight of Lindsay White, someone who she use to consider a friend. Well a friendly acquaintance at least.

“Samantha? What the hell is wrong with you? You scared me half to death. With the news of the Ghostface you really think it's funny to scare people?” She said holding a stern disappointed look across her face.

“Its Sam and what kind of psycho opens a bathroom door on someone?.” She said in a dry tone

Sam became free of her panic at the familiarity in front of her. She moved off the toilet seat and out of the stall.

“Ya, ya you go by Sam now. Whatever and you could have said something.” Lindsay said rolling her eyes

“What are you even doing in here? Oh my god have you been crying? What it’s not like you new them or anything” Lindsay noticed the red hints to Sam’s eyes and her face was slightly swollen and tear stained.

“Im fine Lindsay. Just drop it.” Sam snipped

“Drop it, Yeah… Like you dropped me?” Lindsay’s eyes narrowed at Sam. She moved only inches away staring at Sam through the bathroom mirror.

“We weren’t even friends” Sam said refusing to meet Lindsay’s eyes in the mirror as she washed her hands.

“Wow. Didn’t realize I meant so little to you.”

Sam waited a beat hoping the silence would send Lindsay away but Sam’s luck ran out a year ago when she opened that stupid diary.

“What even happened to you? One day you’re saying hi to me in the hall’s, asking to do projects together and the next I don’t even exist to you. Like ya, your dad left or whatever but you barely ever saw him anyway. You got cold and distant.”

Sam was gripping the side of the sink so hard her knuckles were turning white. Lindsay’s voice was like nails on a chalk board, effectively bubbling the constant rage that lay deep in Sam’s stomach.

“Lindsay just go” Sam said looking up to finally meet Lindsay’s gaze.

Lindsay stumbled back at the look on Sam’s face. Her eyes were dark and hooded.

“Oh my god. You did it.”

Sam’s heart imploded at the accusation completely dropping whatever expression she had a moment before.

“What? No… I…” Sam said almost sounding like a pleading child begging for their parents to understand.

“I know you Sam, you always had that glint. But it's more now. It’s different. Something inside you broke over Christmas break causing a dark cloud to always follow you around. Why else would you be hiding in here when the news dropped?” Lindsay’s voice was full of realization as if she found the last pice of the puzzle. But her words made Sam’s skin buzz with fear of the truth.

‘Your just like him’ She heard rattle around in her mind. Bile burned the back of her throat as she tried to swallow her emotions. So before Lindsay could add anything else or, Sam in turn make things worse she pushed pass the girl and ran out of the bathroom. Sam’s mind and body barely keeping up with the panic rising and falling inside of her. Her brain was on fire as her mind started to attack.

‘Murder, killer, you're just like him, Ghostface, stabbed to death, you did it, broken, you can’t escape it, darkness, psychopath, you did this, this is your fault’ Sam just kept running. If she ran fast enough maybe it would all stop maybe the voices would just shut up.

Before she knew it she was three blocks from the school and completely out of breath. She sat down on the closest stoop and tried to relax.

‘Think about the things that make you happy’ Sam remembers one of her mothers friends saying after her father not father left.

So Sam did exactly that she thought of Tara.

“Oh my god Tara” Sam said out loud as she bolted to her feet. Without even thinking her body moved towards her sisters elementary school. If she was gonna feel any better about the events of the day she needed her sister by her side. As they say anyone is a suspect and if that was the case she needed to protect her sister from anyone.

Upon reaching Taras school she saw the line of parents and cars rushing to pick up their children as news of Ghostface spread.

Sam made her way to get in line but stopped only feet away. Frozen once again she saw none other than her mother waiting impatiently in line at the school.

Her mother never picks Tara up. Even when Taras sick she calls Sam out of school so she can go pick her up and deal with it. With that being said their mother defiantly hadn’t called Sam out of school yet.

‘Fuck she can’t see me’ Sam thought to herself. She needed to get out of there and fast. At least she knows Tara’s gonna be at home. She would say safe but Christina as been becoming more and more erratic since last December.

As Sam is backing away she bumps into someone.

“Oh hi their Samantha. Are you here to pick up Tara?” Judy Hicks asked trying to steady the young girl in front of her.

“It’s Sam. But um, no, my mom is. I just came to make sure she got her.” Sam said shoving her hands into the pockets of her jacket.

“Sorry, Sam, but before I forget is there a chance you could babysit Wes tonight and tomorrow? With all this craziness id feel much more comfortable if he was with his friends.” Judy looked down at Sam who seemed hesitant to answer.

“Ill pay double” She added

“Okay, ya I just gotta go back to school and get my stuff. You can drop him off whenever. I think my mom should be home with Tara” Sam shot the deputy a small smile before turning and walking back towards the high school.

“Be careful Sam.” Judy added as Sam walked away.

Sam kept walking towards the school but truth be told she’d rather get hit with a car than go back inside of that place. She just need a place to lay low for a bit. Going home was the obvious choice but now that she knows her mother will be there its the last place shell go.

So Sam walked and walked and walked until she came upon a park that wasn’t far from her home. She had taken Tara here to play plenty of times when their parents would fight or if she was babysitting the kids. The park was the first place all day Sam felt safe. So as if her body knew, exhaustion hit her like a truck. From having a plethora of panic attacks to walking what felt like a marathon she was about to collapse. So as soon as she came upon a park bench she sat down. Then she made the mistake of laying down.

‘Just a few minutes’ She thought to her self. It felt so good to just breath for a moment. She was so tired that her mind was finally silent.

“Yo Sam.”

Someone said as a hand shook Sam’s shoulder jolting her awake. In a panic she looked around trying to make out her surroundings. It was well past night fall causing Sam to strain her eyes as she realized who was there.

“God dammit Vince. You scared the shit out of me.” Sam barked

“Whoa don’t yell at me. Your the weirdo sleeping on a park bench with a serial killer on the loose” Vince shot back

“Whatever” She replied as she got up from the bench and stretched. She then noticed the other two kids a few yards away. They were smoking something.

“Why the hell are you here tho for real?” Vince asked sincerity dripping from his tone.

“Its none of your business okay.” Sam’s irritation was bounce off of her like hot oil

“Jesus fine. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Vince took a moment to take in Sam. His heart pinged seeing this disheveled girl who had clearly been crying most of the day. He saw a similar look flash in her eyes one he can relate too. One that say the world is just too much to take.

“There’s something about you carpenter. We're connected, I don’t know how yet but we are.” Vince looked at Sam with compassion and understanding. It made Sam’s skin burn like a magnify glass being held up to the sun.

“And somehow I'm the weirdo” Sam said as she gabbed her phone from her pocket to check the time.

“My phones dead. What time is it?” She asked putting the useless bric back into her pants packet

“9:18”

Sam sprinted before Vince could say anything else. ‘How the fuck did it get so late. She was suppose to watch Wes, Tara and the twins. Her mother’s gonna beat her senseless’ She thought to herself making her way down the street.

Sam took a second before entering the house. She knew It wasn’t going to be good but with all the kids over maybe that would lessen the punch of her mothers words. Christina would hate if those kids reported back to their parents how poor of a mother she is.

Then it hit Sam. The unnerving sounds of shear quiet. She couldn’t hear anything. There was no birds chirping or bugs buzzing. There wasn’t even the sound of the wind rushing though the trees. But worst of all there wasn’t the sounds of four 9 year olds running wild within the house. It was like the world was frozen with fear.

Sam sucked in a deep breath as she opened the front door. She yelled out for her sister to have some form of hope call back to her that everything was going to be okay. That her light was inside this haunted home and she was safe. But no words answered back. Just empty echoes of a broken house. Sam could feel the numbing tingles prick her pinkies once again. As she moved through the house every alarm in her body went off telling her to leave. To just turn back around and go. She knew she wasn’t safe, but when was Sam ever good at listing.

“Mom?” Sam asked once spying the older women standing in the kitchen wine glass in hand.

Christina took the last swig of her drink and began to poor another. Not even bothering to look up at her eldest.

“Where’s Tara?” Sam asked trying to suppress her panic. Yet her words fell on deff ears as her mother just continued to drink. Sam’s panic quickly shaped into anger. She didn’t like not knowing if Tara was safe or not.

“Mom where is Tara?” Sam said again more sternly finally pulling her hands from her pockets.

Yet again her mother completely ignored her.

Sam could feel the way the numbing sensation dissipated in her hands. She could feel them start to itch as they bawled into vengeful fists.

“I swear to God, if you don’t answer me I'm gonna…” Sam was cut off before she could finish

“Your gonna what Samantha? You're gonna hurt me? Huh? Is that it? You're gonna grab that knife and go to town? Gonna make daddy proud?”

Her words were like shrapnel from a bomb, logging themselves deep into Sam’s skin. But Sam stood there and took it. Absorbing the blows and pulling the pain into her rage.

“Fuck you. Im not playing this game. Where’s Tara?” Sam hissed at her mother.

“You couldn’t even last a year. I mean I knew it was inevitable, turning into him. It's always their Samantha, right in your eyes. I bet you’ve been planning since the night your bastard mouth ruined my life. You’ve just been biding your time until that bitch Prescott came back to town.” Christina could barely stand but that didn’t stop her from unleashing every vile thought in her mind.

Sam knew she should have walked away. She knew she should have taken the last bit of her sanity and walked away. But holding the rage back was becoming harder and harder with the bullets that left her mothers mouth. If she moved now she might not have control over what she did next and Christina could tell. She could see the way her daughter was seething under her words. Most mothers would stop at the visible anguish they cause their children. But Christina wasn’t most mothers.

“I sent Tara away to the twins house with Wes. As you should have been the one to watch them but I knew they wouldn’t be safe with you.”

“Excuse me” Sam spit out as red seeped in around her vision. She knew acting on her range would only prove her mother right.

“Don’t act coy, you heard me. God Samantha how do you live with yourself. How does it even feel?” Her mother started to cry, fake tears of course but it didn’t stop Sam’s heart from wincing at the sound.

“Answer me demon child. How did it feel? Say it! How did it feel to gut those kids Samantha!” Her mother yelled from across the counter.

“Just stop. Please” Sam felt the tears sting the back of her eyes. She didn’t realize she was teetering on the edge of rage and sorrow effectively falling to sadness. She would much rather feel the burn of rage than see her mother beam with pride at her tears.

“You were never a good liar Samantha. You’ve had plenty of time to deny my words but you stood there as if they were true. Because deep down you know they are. Deep down you're the same monster he was. As soon as I heard the news I knew it was you. Thank god I went to pick up Tara when I did.”

Sam’s breath hitched in her throat. She could feel the shame spread across her chest as she realized the only reason her mother was at Taras school was because she thought Sam had killed those girls. The realization hit that her mother wasn’t being mean for the fact that Sam caused her father not father to leave, like in the past. No, she genuinely believes Sam is following in her real father’s foot steps.

“You can kill me but I'll never allow you to hurt Tara” That was the last thing Sam remember’s hearing. A ringing replaced any and all sounds that followed and her vision was more crimson than before.

“Don’t you EVER say I would hurt Tara. She is everything to me. That’s something you could never understand. So don’t act like you care. Don’t act like I'm the threat here. We both know who you are so let me make everything clear. If you hurt her I will follow in his foot steps without even thinking. Do you understand.”

Fear flashed across her mothers face as she nodded and made her way out of the kitchen. Only to get one last word in before she walked down the hall.

“He was possessive too, just like his mother. Guess it runs in the family” her voice was soft as if she was whispering words of love to a child. Yet the words weren’t full of love but full of poison.

Sam stood there as the words washed over her mind. ‘Was her love for Tara toxic? Could she hurt her? Did it run in the family’ she thought to herself realizing she was holding in her breath. As she turned to leave she saw in her hand was a kitchen knife. Not knowing when or how she got a hold of it she threw it in the sink shuddering at the loud clinking sound it made as it settled.

“Can’t run from who you are Sam.” A deep voice echoed through her mind

Which in turn made Sam jump out of her skin but the voice was right. There was something wrong with her and she couldn’t get a grip on it. So Sam did what she does best and ran. Right out the front door and down the street back towards the park.

Before she new it she was coming into view of Vince and his friends again.

“Carpenter, back so soon?” Vince said trying to hide a sly smile.

“I just need it to stop” Sam said march right up to him.

“Whoa whoa what are you talking about?” He asked trying to stepped back at her sudden closeness.

“No, no questions. I just… I can’t handle this anymore. I can’t feel like this anymore” Sam said running her hands thought her hair. She was coming apart at her seams.

One of the other kids that was there walked over to a pacing Sam.

“Here you want this” They said holding out a joint to the clearly panic stricken girl.

Sam slowly reached for it. Her hands shook as she tried to carefully grab the object of her desires. But Vince saw all too clearly that look of fear in her eye. So he reached out his hand to stop hers.

“What the hell” Sam snapped at him like a dog nipping at its owner for taking its food.

“You don’t want that. It will just make your more paranoid” Vince said while rummaging around in his pocket.

“This is what you really want” He finished pulling a small pill out from his coat.

“What is that?” Sam asked in a soft broken tone.

“Xanax. All your little worries will be long gone with this baby” Vince said with a smile placing the pill into Sam’s hand.

Without even thinking Sam swallowed the pill and walked over to the bench she was laying on before. Within minutes Sam started to feel better. It was the first time in a while someone was honest to her. All her worries were slowly drifting away along with herself. She doesn’t remember most of the night. Just the feeling of floating away.

In the morning she woke to a killer headache in a house she didn’t quite recognize. Only to see Vince and the other kids all passed out around her. She made her way to the first bathroom she could find to try and wash up. She had another long day ahead of her and school was the last thing she wanted to attend.

She turned the water on to wash her face. As she waited for the water to warm up she finally took in her appearance. Her hair was a tangled mess and her skin was pale from exhaustion. But mainly her eyes seemed haunted and tired. They were still blood shot from the drugs she took the night before. It made her shudder, the look of herself, she honestly didn’t really know who was staring back at her in that mirror.

Sam tested the water again and slashed her face taking deep breaths as she fought off the impeding thoughts of what to do next. She knew she had a lot to face today. Yesterday was just so overwhelming it felt like her brain split in two.

Wiping her face off she looked back up to see how well she washed off the last 24 hours. Only to see someone else staring back at her. She jumps out of her skin and fell to the floor. Trying to take deep breaths to calm down.

“Come on Sam get it together. Nobody is there. It's fine. You're fine.” She says to calm herself down.

Sam slowly stands back up and faces the mirror. Her legs turn to cement as an explosion of anxiety and fear spread all over her body. Her lips go numb and her hands shake as she stars none other than Billy Loomis in the eye.

“Y.. y… you’re not R…real. It’s just the drugs” Sam stutters out

“We both know it’s not the drugs Sam. We both know why I’m here” Billy says in his hunting voice.

Sam can feel a cold sweat run down her spine. She can feel the way a dark pit forms in the center of her body. She can feel how she wishes it was fear, how her heart yearns for her gut to tell her this is all wrong. But it doesn’t. The pit only grows as she stares her father in the eye and it feels like power. All consuming, all intoxicating power. Her hands start to itch causing her to look down breaking the connection Billy had with her. She examines her hands noticing things she never had before. The way they're covered in scars and bruises. The way they’ve been itching and burning every time her anger goes unchecked. The way they have the power to kill and how much they crave it. So, she shoves them in her pocket and bolts out the door. She can’t think of what’s next she only knows that nobody around her is safe. That what’s happening can’t be a coincidence, Sam is at fault and everybody knows it.

Before Sam can get to the front door she runs right into Vince. Knocking them to the floor.

“Fuck Carpenter”

Sam ignores the boy and gets up to leave but he stops her before she can go, effectively catching her wrist in his grip.

“Wait are you okay?” He asked noticing the shine in her eyes.

“Its whatever. I gotta go” Sam said pulling her arm from his grasp.

“Fine, just here” He said putting a small baggie filled with Xanax into her hand

“But I…” She started and was cut off before she could continue

“You seem like you need it more than I do” He said with a soft smile

“Thanks” She said with a nod and turned to leave.

Upon making it outside and down the driveway Sam could feel the weight of the little baggie in her pocket. She pulled it out and looked down at it rubbing the plastic between her fingers.

The back of her mind was buzzing with all the suppressed thoughts of what just happened. She knew that door would break eventually.

“You can’t run from me Sam” A voice broke through her rattling mind causing her to pop another pill before she could even blink.

In a nearby car she could she the outline of Billy glaring at her leaving perpetual goosebumps on her skin. But as the Xanax started to take effect her skin returned to its softness and her vision was clear. She relished in the way her mind grew quiet and her body got lighter.

But with a quiet mind comes a lack of judgement. So Sam found herself standing in the kitchen of her own home when all of a sudden she felt a weight collide into her and wrap its arms around her.

“Where were you?” Tara said clinging to Sam with all her strength.

“What?” Sam said trying to push the doe eyed girl off her.

“You promised. You said you’d be here and you weren’t.” Taras voice broke as she looked up at Sam. Tears were already falling from Tara’s eyes before Sam could even understand what her baby sister was talking about.

“You said we would watch movies and have popcorn. You lied” The hurt in Taras eyes was enough to cause Sam to sober up enough to at least communicate.

Sam got down on her knees to better look Tara in the eyes.

“Im so sorry. It’s just complicated Tara.” Sam said trying to sooth her little sister.

But Tara just pushed out of her grip. The hurt in her eyes dissolved into betrayed.

“What’s wrong with your eyes?” Tara asked causing Sam to rub them and look away.

“Nothing their fine. It’s not a big deal, now can we please move on?” Sam’s tone was unnatural and out of place. She couldn’t quite grasp the situation at hand and was perpetually digging herself further into a whole she started 9 months ago.

Tara walked over and grabbed her book bag by the front door.

“Your right Sam it’s not a big deal. Im gonna walk with the twins today.” Tara said and walked out the door.

Sam could feel her heart shatter into a million pieces but nothing came of it. The drugs she took stopped the pain from reaching anywhere inside of her. She was numb but not in the ways like before. Funny enough she wanted to feel it this time. She needed it to. Maybe if she could have she wouldn’t have walked down this path.

“And you said you’d never hurt her” said the devil up the stairs.

Her mother had sent the last nail for Sam’s coffin because she was right. Sam hurt Tara and she couldn’t even care. She’s been hurting Tara without even noticing. She’s going to keep hurting Tara. She’s been predestined to destroy everything around her and theirs no stopping it now. So Sam pulled that small little baggie out of her pocket. The last whispers from the angle on her shoulder were screaming to stop. But she didn’t. She took another pill from the bag and popped it into her mouth and headed for the front door.

“Where the hell do you think you're going Samantha? There was another murder last night and I cannot let you leave in good conscience.” Christina said trying to get under Sam’s skin.

But Sam just turned back to her mother. Nothing in her eyes.

Christina grew irritated at how unbothered Sam was towards her.

“If you leave I'll call the cops. Don’t think I won’t Samantha.” She spewed losing her temper quicker than shed like.

“Call them then. See what I care” Sam said slamming the front door behind her and walking down the driveway.

“You come back here right now. Don’t you dare leave me Samantha. Come back. I swear to God don’t leave me.” Her mother yelled as she walked onto the grass of their home.

Christina only wanted a play toy that would never leave. She wanted someone to abuse and project onto but would forgive her. That would bend and break to all her empty threats. She loved her toxic game of pushing and pulling. So when her father not father left for real Christina needed a new object to break.

Tara was too weak and fragile she told herself but deep down she knew Sam was always going to protect her. It made her sick with jealousy. So when she pushed Samantha for the first time and saw a glimpse of those eyes she loved so many years ago, she relished in having a toy that didn’t easily break.

“Your just like him. You're evil. You hear me Samantha, you’ve got the devil in your blood.” She was hysterical at this point. She knows she didn’t lose this time. Christina just didn’t think her new toy would stop playing the game.

So no matter what her mother yelled from their yard, Sam just kept walking, letting the drugs take over her mind. She wasn’t mad, or sad, or scared. She wasn’t anything. She was completely empty.

Sam then had one singular thought that changed the next 10 years of her life.

Maybe if she could just stay empty, she wouldn’t be able to destroy the life around her.

#I really hope this is good. I’m so nervous about it but hey I love it so ya🙃#oh and sorry for sadness #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #scream #fuck christina carpenter #samantha carpenter #kirby reed

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etherealyoungk · 1 year

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hi anon! wishing you all the best for your finals <3 and everyone else too having midterms (also sorry for the weird format i posted this by accident when i wasn't done writing)

you were breaking your head over this chapter for the past two hours and you still didn't get it, and at this point you were so frustrated, annoyed and on the verge of tears. but you didn't have the time to shed tears right now, you had to study for finals which were right around the corner.

you threw your pen in frustration and it rolled off the table, falling to the floor. you fold your hands on the table, burying your face in your hands as you feel overwhelmed. your phone rings but you don't bother to lift your head up to see who's calling, let alone answer the phone. you just let it ring, too tired and mentally exhausted to deal with anything at the moment. you ignore the vibrations of your phone and pick up your pen that fell to the ground as you try to get back to studying because you really needed to be done with this chapter and move on to the next.

you continue to study, writing notes, and highlight the important points but the truth is you're so tired none of the information you're reading is making any sense to you.

a few hours pass by and you're so focused on reading that you don't hear your apartment door open. "y/n", wonwoo calls out, and there's a sense of urgency in his voice. "y/n are you-", he starts as he peeks in your room to see you at the table. you turn around, surprised to see him hear.

"wonwoo? what are you doing here?", you ask, surprised as you turn your body to get a better look at him. "are you okay?", he asks. "yeah did something happen?", you ask.

"you didn't reply to my texts or calls, i dont know, i just got worried", he says, stepping closer to you. he looks at you, observing your face, making out the tiredness and exhaustion in your eyes and body.

"ohh...i was just studying for finals", you say as you pick up your phone and see three missed calls from wonwoo and a string of texts from him.

'hey'

'are you okay?'

'call me back'

'is something wrong?'

'are you at home?'

'please call or text me back love'

you'd always usually pick up his call or at least text him you'd call him back if you were busy. but you're sudden silence must've got him worked up.

"have you eaten yet?", he asks, knowing that you wouldn't have. "no", you whisper. "come, let's eat dinner together, i got some takeout", he says. you sit across him and just nibble on your food, your mind occupied with your upcoming exam.

"what going on in that pretty mind of yours hm", he asks, making you look up at him. "nothing really...just...about finals you know", you start and he nods carefully as he listens to you.

"i just want to do well, but i feel like it won't be good enough, that sometimes i'm not good enough, and it's so hard. i've been studying since afternoon but im so tired", you tell him softly, tears starting to well up in your eyes. "it's so stressful", you tell a tear rolls down your cheek.

wonwoo get's up swiftly, sitting down in the empty chair next to you, wrapping his arm around you. he'll gently wipe away your tears. "you're doing amazing okay", he says, looking at you. "and im so proud of you and you'll do well in finals okay", he assures, leaving a lingering kiss on your cheek.

if he saw you going back to study, he'll carry you to bed, telling you to call it a day and get some rest and will not have it any other way. "you're tired baby, get some rest hm, you need a good nights sleep", he'll say as he tucks you in bed. but just as he's about to leave, you grab the corner of his shirt, making him turn back to look at you. "can you stay the night if that's okay?", you ask shyly and watch as a small smile blooms on his face. "sure. i'll just clear the table and join you hm", he says. "oh let me help you!", you say, starting to get up but he stops you. "get some rest, you've worked hard enough today".

and because you're so tired and mentally exhausted from the say, you fall asleep, you're eyes drooping with the sleepiness. you faintly make out the bed dipping as wonwoo joins you in bed and you automatically sense his presence, rolling over to him as he embraces you, pecking your temple.

"take care of yourself hm. you really had me worried today", he whispers to himself.

and over the next few days, wonwoo would become your study buddy, helping you study and making sure you took enough breaks and didn't overwork or tire yourself out.

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 5 months

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Phullo there, I’d like to ask you a question! I hope I won’t be such a bothersome.

So, I’m planning to write a story about Laughingstock and since I find your storytelling very pleasing I figured it’d be a great idea to ask for your advice about the writing!

My Idea in general for this story is just Howdy taking a day off from working in his bodega. And basically, he’ll be just wearing normal clothes.. shocking truly.

And thennn, Barnaby and Howdy accidentally stumbled into each other’s path. They later then of course had a very long conversation that lasted until evening maybe.

Of course there’ll be some fishy moments like them looking at each other with goggly eyes and other cheesy romantic nonsense- but it’s just mainly them having their usual conversation with a ‘couple’ of jokes here and there. It’s supposed to be a sweet memory for them to remember basically.

So, what I’m really trying to ask you for is- how the heck do you start a story exactly and not make it into just the dialogues? Like, I want my story to be kind of long but I’m afraid it’ll be just them, y’know, talking and I really don’t want it to be boring.. therefore, I really need your help.

I am so sorry if it’s such a bad timing considering the fact that you just had an interview which I am very proud for you for that! Even if it didn’t go as expected at least you did good half of it.

Soo, yeah! I’d very much appreciate your advice and I am sooo sorry that this was soo long!!! And again, a bad timing too.. but hey if you got any time, please consider answering. Thank you..

Also any response yet? On the interview of course.

hmmm... in my experience and Knowledge Accumulated Over The Years via reading And writing... the best place to start is to just drop in. no story introduction, no "it was a dark and stormy night", just Start. it sounds like your story begins with Howdy taking the day off, so maybe kick off with him getting ready / choosing an outfit, or w/ him reflexively almost opening the store before he stops and chides himself for almost forgetting that he's taking the day off

to combat the dialogue, maybe detail him leaving the bodega to go into the neighborhood. what does he see? hear? feel both physically and mentally? is there anyone else out and about? set the scene! ive been struggling with this too lately since i haven't seriously written in a while and i haven't been reading actual books

WHICH! IMPORTANT TANGENTS!! read well-written books, Not fanfic! im not saying dont read fanfic ever or i'd be the world's biggest hypocrite, but also read actual books. it's important to study how published authors write, how stories are structured, dialogue and action. because these books have more often then not gone through a Rigorous screening process. multiple drafts, beta readers, publishers reading it with great scrutiny before agreeing to publish - of course there are exceptions, but a lot of books are the highest quality they can be, and will outshine most fics. because, and i say all of this as good things, fics are unregulated. most dont have beta readers. a lot are from amateur authors new to the scene. there will be spelling mistakes, weird grammar & sentence structure, etc - most fics have Entirely different writing styles from each other. so if you only read fanfic, That is what your brain will learn, and it's gonna be harder for you to write. published books have less variation in styles, and the styles are subtler. there's less spelling mistakes if any, so your spelling will improve. your internal vocabulary will expand. even if you don't consciously study what you read, your brain will pick up on & internalize patterns, how action works, how dialogue works, how to structure a story, all that good stuff. if you want, i can recommend well-written books! i've been an avid reader since... like, ever. i've got recs galore! you can tell me your preferred genre & literary interest and i'll probably have something for you! and if you're not big on books, well... get out of your comfort zone lmao, books are fucking awesome and i guarantee there are plenty out there that you would love.

and when you're writing dialogue, intersperse it with little actions or the main povs' internal dialogue. if there's a natural lull in the conversation, explore that lull! what do the characters do in this moment? what's going on around them? sprinkle bits of setting in so that your reader knows where they are and what's going on.

plus, exploring the non-dialogue sections of your story can, and often will, spark inspiration in your brain for scenes and actions to fill out the story if you want it to be long (but also! if you just want to write the scene of their conversation, that's the beauty of fanfic - there's no requirements. do whatever you want lmao). when Howdy is going into town, maybe Wally calls him over for a quick pose - does Howdy say yes or no, and how does that decision change the story? maybe Julie invites him to join her in a game, or Eddie stops to talk to Howdy about him being out and about. maybe there are some complaints over the bodega not being open. what's the lead-up to Howdy and Barnaby running into each other? do they literally run into each other? what happens when they do? those are just a few possibilities of many!

remember, when you're writing, you're that story's god. you can do literally fucking anything. you decide what the characters do, where they go, what happens in their world. that mindset should help you bolster the plot instead of just "these two characters have a conversation", yk?

i hope this helps!

#im so serious i am talking from personal experience #the quality of my writing improves after reading an actual book / when im reading one alongside writing #which is why im getting myself back into it #i spent a while not reading books and boyyyyy howdy have i suffered for it!#i miss when i was in elementary school reading at least one full length book a week...#BUT BOOKS HELP. GOOD BOOKS #not the fuckin cookie cutter booktok recs that're just a bunch of tropes slapped together #im talkin about the quality stuff.#im talkin about authors who really see the art in writing & storytelling #rambles from the bog #but also do take everything i say with a grain of salt #i have a lot of room for improvement myself & as with my art im an Entirely Self Taught Writer #so im by no means an expert on the subject! im a medium level writer at best <3 #and im not saying that in a derogatory way! it just means i have a ways to go in becoming a legitimately good writer #& reaching the level that i want. its something to strive for!#also thank you! ive never done an interview before so i really have nothing to compare it to!

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mondaymelon · 1 year

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sleep tight, love. pt 1 (tsukasa x rui x gn!reader)

warnings/notes! poly relationship, fluff, reader is in a sleepover with the two of them

(a/n) requested by an anon! thank you ♡ im making two parts of this because i feel like it hehe ^^ note that my requests are currently open at the time of writing this! enjoy ✩

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The moment Tsukasa had saw you, he knew you would be a star.

You were auditioning for your favorite musical group, Wonderlands x Showtime, and had miraculously gotten in. Little to your knowledge, two pairs of watchful eyes had been trained on you the entire time. As soon as you began preforming the first act, your voice steady and movements precise, Tsukasa turned to Rui, who was sitting beside him, and fiercely whispered, "They're in."

Rui smiled. "Already?"

"Are you disagreeing with my judgement? Me, the Mr. Future Star?" Tsukasa puffed up with pride, sending a challenging look at the man beside him.

"No, not at all." Rui shook his head, smiling softly. "I'm just surprised you took a liking for them so fast."

"Ooh! I know- we should have a welcome party of sorts and invite them over to our house for like a sleepover or something! ...Or, would that be too rambunctious considering we just saw them for the first time about 2 minutes ago...?" Tsukasa paused, pondering his options before finally shrugging.

The purple-haired man beside him agreed. "That seems like a good idea, but we should at least let them warm up to us first."

"Alright then! It's a plan!"

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It had been a month since you had joined WxS. Since then, the group had put on several shows, ones that you were always happy to join in on. You quickly befriended everyone in the group - the bubbly Emu, shy Nene, proud Tsukasa and somewhat brooding Rui. You weren't too sure what to think of them just yet, but you were glad to be able to finally interact with your favorite performers. All your impressions of them were positive as well, but you hadn't gotten the chance to exclusively get to know them that well yet, which disappointed you more than you'd like to admit.

Still, you appreciated and loved all of them.

You had been keenly aware of two pairs of watchful eyes following you ever since you had gotten into the group. They certainly didn't bear any malicious intent, at least you hoped not, but you were just perplexed.

did i do something wrong? am i going to get kicked out and are they just trying to find a way to tell me? ugh... i shouldve known not to get my hopes up...

"Hey! Wait up!" A familiar voice from behind called to you, and you immediately flinched before turning around nervously.

i knew it... theyre going to kick me out, arent they?

"Y-Yes?" You hadn't meant to stutter, but when you were hesitant, it just happened. "Sorry, what can I do for you?" Glancing at the person in front of you - correction - people, you recognized Tsukasa and Rui.

"There's no need to be so nervous!" Tsukasa began. "Since it's been a bit since you joined, we wanted to host a welcome party for you! Rui and I will be there, and it'll be a sleepover! How does that sound?" He gestured to himself, then Rui, respectively, before turning his gaze back to you with sparkling amber eyes.

"...Wait- so, you aren't going to kick me out of the group?"

Tsukasa and Rui both blinked. "What... made you think that?" Rui laughed nervously. "Did we come on a little too headstrong?"

"Not at all! Just... nevermind. I'd be happy to come!" A wave of instant relief hit you as you beamed at them. "What time should I be there? And could you guys text me the address?"

"Of course! What's your number, again? I don't think I have you as a contact." Rui sent you a charming smile, holding out his phone. You took it from him, fingers accidentally brushing against his as you did. You didn't seem to pay any mind to it, but Rui certainly did, handing over the phone swiftly before covering his lightly flushing face with his hand.

"Are... you okay?" You questioned, glancing up at him while adding yourself as a contact to both his and Tsukasa's phones.

"You needn't worry," Rui smiled. "I'm fine." He took his phone back from you, Tsukasa mirroring the action. The blonde glanced down at the screen, nodding approvingly at your contact.

"Okay then!" He beamed, sending you the address. "Then I'll see you all at six!" With that, the three of you bid farewells, Tsukasa and Rui going in one direction with you going in the other.

-- end of part 1.

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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 months

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i have a confession

recently i had some trouble and had to delete an email

problem is, i used the google docs there to write my fics. and i thought i downloaded them all, but only one of my major ones did, and i lost everything else

literally all of it

i am anonymous because i lost my tumblr acc but on ao3 i am veetheree, and i had this longer dilemma regarding my potterlock fic (pretty disillusioned with rowling and all.that, unsure whether to continue) but even so i saw that a lot of people subscribed to it and i wanted to at least see where the story leads, i had over 300k words apart from the 40k i published

and i domt hve it anymore :') i didnt check the process because it seemed okay and i had other uni and work stuff to take care of, and now i check it and :') it's gone :')) im not doing well, and i am going to delete the fic i think

i dont have the energy to maintain it and i dont want it to be left in the dust either - i have lost all hope for it, and this is just a punch in the gut. and i was proud of the plot and how i intertwined the 2 worlds too

this is mostly just a rant because i dont really have anybody else who can relate to the pain of fic writing and the challenges that come with it

also, as to why i had to delete the email - it's complicated, hacking situation and such, but it happened over 2 months ago so im not able to retrieve it and neither do i really feel like looking into it, im done with that fic for good 😭

that's all, thank you for being a safe space for me to go to, and i apologise to anyone who was waiting for that fic to be updated :(

Hey Lovely *HUGS*

OH GOODNESS, I'm SO sorry you had a garbage time with your email, and even more so, accidentally deleted fics from your Google Drive without saving all of them. I'm TERRIFIED of losing my own fics from my G-Drive all the time (I do actually write and have about 15 "snippets" of fics on there) and back them up religiously.

That said, I can understand how life can overtake literally everything and just make being online Too Much™ – happens to me all the time 💜🖤. And I know how disheartening it can be to just... not have the motivation anymore to continue on with something, heaven knows I've done that plenty in my 40 years, LOL. And Lovely, we have to remember to do what's best for us in the long run.

When I was a teen, I wrote a fairly popular Sonic fanfic series that I never completed, literally left it on a cliffhanger. This was back before even FFNet, and fics were distributed in the Sonic fandom on our Geocities pages via Webring, LOL. After life took over, it still remains unfinished over 20 years later. I recently found the original word docs of all 9 of the stories (with the 10th one half-finished) and while I cringe at my bad writing from back then, I still love immersing myself in that world. One of these days, maybe I'll finish it, because I do think it was a great concept and intriguing storyline that dealt a lot with humanity and sentience, just obviously written by a teenager, hahaha.

The point of that anecdote? We can still love the things we wrote, and still want to engulf ourselves in that world from time to time and not feel bad about it. And if you decide to come back to it a decade from now, that's okay too. You're only human.

And never EVER hesitate to come here for a friendly eyeball to vent to. I try my best to make y'all feel not so alone. Glad to see you are okay, Vee, truly. That's what's most important.

*SNUGGLE BUGGLE HUGGLE* I hope you have a beautiful, prosperous day. And I'm sure your fic-fans understand <3

#steph replies #steph's sofa #new tag i think... i answer enough asks like this :)#chatting with lovelies #fandom life #author problems #writer problems #my advice #i am not a professional

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rachel-of-autumnbow · 6 months

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Day 10 of @fanovember: Online Dating

Vax is surprising his online girlfriend by watching her performance (and her) for the first time irl.

Vaxleth. Fucking cute i almost died writing this shit. Soft Vax. Feat Korring being the best dad. Probably grammar mistakes. Enjoy.

10. Online Dating

Vax put his phone back in his inside pocket and straightened the jacket lapels for the millionth time. He hated formal robes in general, but suits were a special kind of hatred for him. He had a comfortable set of clothes back in the motorbike chest. “Only a couple of hours,” he thought. “Then back to moving freely.” He waited until the theater doors opened and tried to sneak inside. It would have been easy, if it wasn’t for the flowers he was holding.

Kiki: im so nervous i think im gonna puke 🤮

Vax: itll be fine, its not the first time you do this

Kiki: it’s not the same today, my dad came

Vax: im sure he’ll be very proud of you

Kiki: i hope i don’t mess this up

Vax: you wont you’re a great actress

Kiki: you never saw me on stage

Kiki: or ever

Vax: yet

Kiki: anyway, i should get ready

Vax: go break a leg

Kiki: thanks babe 💚

“Hey, you, I will need your ticket, please.”

“Oh, sorry.” Vax pretended to look for his entrance ticket he didn’t have in his pockets. “I must have left it at home.”

“Sorry, sir, no entrance, no show.”

Vax nodded. “Alright, at least could you make sure to give this to Keyleth by the end of the play? Please.”

The doorman sighed. “Fine, but get out.” Vax turned around and pouted as he examined the hall for a different way to get in.

“Excuse me, young man.”

Vax looked at the man behind him, “yes, sir, I was about to leave…”

“Oh, no, it’s not that. I couldn’t help but hear you’re an admirer of my daughter?”

Vax blinked. His mind quickly showed him the pictures he had seen him in. Pictures that Keyleth had sent him or posted. “Yes, that can be said.” The man smiled in the same way Keyleth did in their facetimes. ‘I can’t believe I’ve met my girlfriend’s father in real life before even seeing her’.

“May I know your name?”

“Vax’ildan, sir.” The man stared at him for a second as they shook hands and he ended up laughing.

“Oh, so you’re that Vax! It’s a pleasure to meet you. Keyleth talks a lot about you, and now I can see why.” Vax cleared his throat and felt a hand on his shoulder. “Does she know you’re here?”

“No, sir. I had a surprise planned.”

“And you left your ticket at home.”

“Actually… The gas and the flowers took all my savings. I was going to, well…”

“Sneak in?” Vax sighed and nodded. He never felt sorry or ashamed of the things he had to do due to his lack of money, but at that moment, he would rather Kiki’s dad not know any of it. “Then consider this your lucky day, come with me.”

“Sir?” The man didn’t say anything, just went to the doorman and gave him a ticket, pointing at Vax. The guy nodded and let them both in with a gesture. Vax followed Keyleth’s father through a corridor, then up a bunch of stairs and a door that led to a box, right in front of the stage. Probably the best seats in the theater.

The man invited him to sit in one of the front seats. “I always get two tickets for Keyleth’s performances, just in case me and my wife happen to be in town to come. I could make it this time, but she didn’t.”

“Thank you, sir.” Vax sat by his side. He had never been in a box before. He could see people under him moving like a sea of heads, slowly finding their place.

Keyleth’s father, Korrin, as it happened to be his name, talked to him while they waited for the play to start. They talked about their families, friends, and how he had met Keyleth. His pocket buzzed.

Kiki: i thought they were kidding about the sold out but they werent!

“Is that her?” Korrin asked.

Vax nodded. “Yes, she’s quite anxious about today.” He was tempted to say something like ‘yeah, i can see that’, but he didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

In that moment, the lights faded as the off voice started saying the welcoming. The play was fun, all of the actors were indeed amazing. Vax knew some of them, he had made friends with Keyleth’s circle during their relationship. He was aware, although he didn’t really care, of how dumb faced he looked when Keyleth made her first appearance.

Vax: that means there are so many people that want to see your brilliance.

Kiki: most of these are Scanlan admirers.

Vax: i refuse to believe none of them came for you

Vax: its mathematically impossible

Kiki: i thought you hated math

Vax: thats not the point

Kiki: i know 😁

Kiki: i wish you were here 😞

Vax: be careful what you wish for, it could come true

He had seen her in pictures, he had heard her in voice notes and calls, but none of that did justice to her. He imagined himself jumping out that box, running to the stage and kissing her right that moment, but he didn’t want to mess the show. He stood there, mouth half open and heart pining and longing.

Vax didn’t part eyes from the stage until the end, when the doorman entered the scene during the final bows with his bouquet. He handed it to Keyleth, who read the note and started scanning the crowd. Vax stood up and thanked Korrin for everything before heading out.

He waited in the hall for quite some time, he saw everyone go out and half an hour later, even Korrin waved at him when he was heading out. “I didn’t tell her a word. She’ll be out soon.”

Vax smiled, although he has a bundle of nerves. “Thanks.”

Ten more minutes passed and he heard steps in the hall. "Vax?" He turned around and he felt his heart splutter.

"Hey, Kiki." He could only catch her and spin around in a hug. Her hair smelled like freshly cut grass and her laughter was probably the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard.

"I can't believe you're here." Keyleth pulled away to look at him.

Vax put a lock of her hair behind her ear. "I told you to be careful what you wish for."

Keyleth's smile became even brighter. "Did you watch the show too?"

Vax stroked her face, unable to believe he was actually doing what he had been dreaming of for so long. "Yeah, you're amazing, you know?"

"I-I mean… you came all the way to see me."

"Yeah… I also came to do something else."

"Really? Wha—"

Vax didn't hold the kiss anymore.

#critical role #fanovember #the legend of vox machina #vox machina #cr1 #critical role fanfiction #critical role tlovm #critical role vax #tlovm #vaxleth #vaxildan #vax'ildan #critical role keyleth #keyleth of the air ashari #keyleth

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xxbl00ds0akeds3raxx · 4 months

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hey, fifi? seraphina? my love, my one and only… we really need to talk.

i was reading through your old posts and i found some REALLY weird stuff there.

like, okay, i know we’ve talked about ur other… flings before. i’ll tolerate them for you, you still know that. but.. what’s this about working at the brothel??? PLEASE tell me someone was joking writing that… in all of those asks… this has to be some weird joke, right???

at least with ur modeling and streaming, i can keep you safe. no one can hurt u there. but the brothel? sure, the whole town is crawling with rapists, but why would u intentionally go where they’re all gathered??? u even SAID that u KNOW it’s unsafe. why do u keep working there? it has to be a joke. if it’s not, u need to quit.

please. I can get us a flat or something since u can’t stay at my house. or get my parents to like u more. It’ll just take a bit more time. u don’t have to keep working to earn money. or at least not there. i could keep us safe, and happy… i just don’t know why u don’t trust me to do that!!

…i need to go look through the rest of ur posts now too. don’t block me, i have other accounts too, you already know that. u can’t keep hiding these things from me.

is there anything else u want to admit now too?? u know i'll find out eventually.

i’m TRYING to be good for u here. but it’s getting really fucking hard. i'm just trying to protect u.

…please reply.

- kylar

hhh hello kylar! my love, my pretty boy!!! umm!! tha thing abt my old posts is that they r old! ^.^ no need to look through the rest of them. not that i'm hiding anything from u— i just think we should talk b4 u... mmm, rile urself up more maybe ??

ofc i have no reason 2 lie to u sooo ahaha... ^_^ yes, i used to work at the brothel. i mean...,, i technically still do but mostly just to restock the facilities! i dont dance anymore. except for fridays,,, but all of that is very meticulously planned out and none of it is real! just a show!! briar makes sure it's safe 4 me bc umm the audience rlly likes me and i make her a lot of money so i can't just... quit really–

i don't have 2 fuck anyone there anymore, so its okay, right?? i could go over tha terms n conditions of shows w/ u if it'd make u more comfortable ??? ^^' i swear ik what i'm doing & i am being safe now, i didn't tell u bcos i knew u wld get worried and i never want to make u upset im sorry :((

baby, that sounds wonderful but... how would you even afford a flat— ? i mean, i could pitch in of course, but i still have to pay off bailey :/ and i have 2 be responsible 4 robin as well,,, u know im working hard 2 get on ur parents good sides but it will take time ಥ_ಥ

i do trust u!! i know u have my best interest in mind <3 it's just that um... sometimes wat u want isn't... realistic- like,,, even if i did quit, the problems wouldn't go away. i made my bed n now i gotta lie in it & until i have tha resources to cover it up,,, its smth we have 2 live w/ 〒▽〒 ghhh im sorry that i've dragged u into all of this :( i will make it up 2 u i promise !!!

u are being so good and i'm so proud of u, i love u so much <3 plz be patient w/ me, i'm also trying,,,

#ask #fifi answerz #kylar the loner #dol pc #oc rp #character blog #roleplay blog #original character

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p-taryn-dactyl · 2 years

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Chaos is a Friend of Mine (3)

a/n: hey everyone! I'm so happy that this series has gotten so much love, I really appreciate it!! If you're seeing this and you haven't read the first two chapters they can be found here: 1 2 or masterlist, just so everyone knows, i am now in summer break so if you requested a fic and i haven't posted it yet, it will be in the span of a week! also, SUIT SUIT SUIT i wish i was good at drawing to show you what im envisioning for Y/N's suit but sadly, i have the talent of an evolved potato drawing upside down in space. i am also introducing an OC either in this part or the next so hopefully you guys will like her! taglist: @nyx-aira @musicconversedance @fantasttick @paymeinkash @beautifulbows924 @elius-learns-to-write @some-old-myths (if you are on here and you do not want to be or if i forgot to add you, plz message me) word count: 1.9k warning(s): violence; death; cursing; reader being crazy (as she should); Set makes an appearance in front of Khonshu, Layla, Marc/Steven/Jake; gif not mine; i am terrible at describing suits so i apologize if Y/N's isn't given justice - i promise it looks cool in my head; new god shows up; POV changes; this is terrible, there will be grammar mistakes disclaimer: ik he's the god of chaos and disorder but he would pull a tony stark and adopt every orphan he knows

Khonshu was the first to strike. He swung his scepter, intent on knocking you out. But all you did was raise an eyebrow as you caught the scepter before it hit your face. You tugged the staff backwards, sending the moon god flying out the window. You looked proud as you tossed the scepter back and forth in between your hands, watching with amusement as Marc summoned the suit. He reached for the daggers strapped to his chest, making you involuntarily flinch, images of your parents flashing through your mind. You growled and flicked your wrist, sending a wave of heat toward Marc’s hand. He groaned as his skin erupted into third degree burns under the suit, glaring at you under the hood. Layla closed her eyes, murmuring to herself. You knew what she was doing, summoning Taweret, but your quarrel wasn’t with her. Not at the moment at least. You placed a hand on your hip, looking Marc up and down. You smile, eyes starting to glow hellishly.

“That’s pretty fancy, Marc-o,” You take a step back, for dramatic effect of course, flipping your hair over your shoulder, “But I can do that too.”

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Marc watched as Y/N’s eyes glowed, materializing her suit on her body. He tried to attack, using this moment to gain the upperhand, but his legs were wrapped in sand, hardening into glass, freezing him in his spot. Y/N turned her body, facing the mirror that had tilted to the side, leaning against the TV. She smiled as she admired her suit, turning to see every angle. Strips of linen wrapped around her body, twisting and folding into armor. Her pants formed into a palazzo style, slits running up from her ankle to hip, revealing a holster holding a khopesh made out of obsidian. The linen made a criss-cross style across her chest, stopping at her shoulders and continuing up her neck to form a mask covering her nose and mouth. Y/N rolled her head, cracking her neck, stretching out her arms as her rings melted into skeletal-like gloves. Moving tattoos of serpents appeared on her skin, some appearing to be devouring the sun. As a circlet made of gold twisted itself around her forehead and her hair became entwined with fire and blood, Y/N turned towards Marc and Layla - who had summoned her own suit.

“Well, isn’t this fun? We look like we belong on a lunchbox!” Her eyes continued to glow as she clapped, releasing Marc and Layla from the glassy hold, sending shards across the floor. Not one to wait, Marc swung forward, flipping his body to kick her. Y/N caught his leg, just like she did the scepter, and twisted, sending the caped crusader flying into the wall. Layla growled, flying towards Y/N with superhuman speed, grabbing her shoulders, sending both of them out the window. Y/N merely sighed, snapping her fingers and dissolving into sand. Layla stopped herself before she hit the ground, confusion lasting a second before she heard Y/N’s laughter.

“You know, you’re way more fun than your husband. When this is all over and his heart is in my hands, I’ll let you live.” Y/N hovered above her, sitting on a cloud of sand. Layla sent a flurry of daggers in her direction from the golden wings she wore. Y/N dogged them, an offended look on her face as she redirected them towards Layla. Y/N stood up, brushing off her legs as she shook her head.

“And here I was thinking we were bonding-” before she continued, Moon Knight flew down, knocking her off her cloud, sending Y/N rolling on the concrete. The avatar of Set simply chuckled as she sat up, bones cracking as they went back into place. Layla and Marc came towards her, weapons in hand. Y/N quickly grabbed her khopesh, taking a defensive position. Soon, the ground shook with the fight. The Scarlet Scarab and Moon Knight were no match for Y/N, as they punched and kicked, she merely dogged and swung, cutting them with her sword. The heroes became discouraged, but continued. Y/N jumped on a car, bouncing off of the vehicle to propel herself to wrap her legs around Marc’s head, flipping him forward. She swung off, landing on her feet as Marc rolled and hit Layla, sending her tumbling to the ground. Y/N smiled, her mask coming off as she sighed victoriously. But her victory was short-lived. As she prowled closer, twirling her khopesh between her fingers, humming, she didn’t see the blur behind her. Y/N had discarded Khonshu’s scepter when Layla had pushed the two of them out the window, she thought he wouldn’t show again. She was wrong. Just as Y/N raised her khopesh to flick the hood off of Marc’s head, a sharp pain spread through her stomach. Layla and Marc gasped at the sight as they were sprayed with Y/N’s blood.

Y/N looked down to see Khonshu’s scepter protruding from her stomach. She made eye contact with Layla, agony crashing over her body. She fell forward as Khonshu pulled backward, removing his scepter. Marc and Layla scrambled to the side, her body crashing against the ground. Steven fronted, Mr. Knight’s suit materializing. He knelt by Y/N’s head as Khonshu rolled her on her back. He examined her tattoos, eyes widening in realization.

“Holy smokes. It’s Apophis, the chaos demon. Why would she-” Khonshu’s booming voice interrupted him.

“It does not matter. Her markings will be gone once I kill her.” He raised his scepter, examining Y/N’s broken nose from falling face first, the blood spilling out her nose and mouth from being stabbed, and her bruises from fighting the other avatars. He laughed.

“Oh how the mighty fall.”

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You could do nothing but watch as Khonshu thrust the scepter back into your stomach, this time closer to your heart. You screamed in pain, your suit disappearing as you could focus no longer.

“Khonshu!” Layla cried out in surprise, aghast at his actions. The moon god merely twisted the scepter, making your voice hoarse with how loud you cried. You watched as red spreaded through your clothes. Too much red. Why were you plagued with red?

“Please,” you begged out, your confidence lost as you felt your life slipping away, “please stop. Stop, please. I’ll stop, I’ll be good, I promise.” You sobbed, each cry bringing new pain as the god continued to twist the scepter.

“You’ve made your point,” Steven pleaded, “You stop now! This isn’t vengeance!”

“She deserves it. She’s the reason Harrow turned to Ammit. She’s the reason for all your pain!” he raised his scepter once more, positioning it over your heart. Just as you were about to feel the last bit of life, a loud clap of thunder sent Khonshu flying backwards. The ground shook, cracking, splitting apart. Sand formed into a giant serpent circling the group, its growls sending shivers down Steven’s spine. Khonshu groaned, shaking his head as he stood back up. He looked around, realization sparking in his mind. His scepter was taken from his hand, floating above the ground until it flung towards him, stabbing the god in his stomach. Steven gasped loudly as Set materialized next to you, cupping your face with his hand.

“You’re going to be alright, my child.”

He looked at Steven and Layla, analyzing the two. His eyes made of burning fire showed them their worst fears, sending chills down their spines. They watched as his face went from human, to the head of a jackal, to the skull of a donkey with enlarged fangs. He seemingly deemed them unworthy of his attention, standing up to his full height. Set’s voice carried across the air, shaking the ground.

“You shouldn’t have made an enemy of chaos, Khonshu. You had been protected for years, only facing the wrath of an angry, scorned, orphan. Now you face the wrath of evil itself!” Khonshu made to attack, having removed his scepter from his body, but was flung to the side by the tail of the giant sand serpent. You coughed, blood dripping from your lips.

“Why isn’t she healing?” Steven murmured frantically, shaking his head. Set turned to him, his human face snarling at the man.

“It’s a little gift from the gods. She can only heal if her injuries are sustained from an avatar or mortal. If a god hurts her,” his voice choked up, causing both Layla and Steven to be confused. They had never seen a god show true emotion towards another before. (Taweret is the exception, she’s the best). Set composed himself, glaring at Khonshu.

“If a god hurts her, only a god can heal her.” Steven looked at Set inquisitively.

“Then why don’t you heal her?”

Set growled, turning so his back faced the avatars, kneeling next to you.

“I am not the god of medicine or healing. I am the god of chaos, disorder, and storms. All I can do is watch as my daugh- my avatar bleeds to death by the hands of who used to be a brother.” He cradled you in his arms, standing up. Sand swirled around them, pushing Steven, Layla, and Khonshu closer together. The serpent rose into the air. Set turned towards Steven, something shining in his eyes.

“Do not mistake my grief for friendship, Mr. Knight. Next time we meet, you will have the full force of chaos against you.” The god disappeared, along with you. The serpent crashed down onto the trio, its jaws surrounding them before dissolving. Jake fronted as Layla turned towards Khonshu, anger radiating from her.

“Eso fue divertido.” He said sarcastically as he glared at the moon god. Layla pressed a dagger under Khonshu’s chin. She cocked her head to the side.

“I think it’s time you told us why Y/N is so focused on killing you.”

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Set materialized on a deserted road, panic seeping into his form as he noticed how limp you had gone. He frantically set you on the ground, holding your head in his lap. When he looked in the distance, he saw a figure kneeling under a tree, a ghostly river flowing next to her. She had food and drink by her side, a feast for the dead. She beckoned Set closer, but the god of chaos shook his head, returning his gaze back to you.

“No, no, Y/N, I will not allow you to die! You can’t, you can’t leave me alone.” Your eyes fluttered open, smiling as you saw Set.

“Hiya,” you coughed out, “That didn’t go so well did it?” Set laughed, relief filling his body. As he was about to respond, a new voice broke through the air.

“Oh good she’s alive. I’m a goddess of healing, not necromancy.” Set flung around to see a human woman, dark skin glowing in the sunlight, her hair twisted into bantu knots. Her lips, painted red, smirked at Set’s expression of disbelief. The woman gasped softly as her eyes glowed, releasing her from the goddesses consciousness. A figure appeared behind the mortal, a tall woman wearing a red cloak with the face of a lioness. The mortal woman crouched next to you, smiling as she took your hand. Your brow scrunched in confusion and you looked to Set for clarification. The lioness smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“What? You thought you were the only one freed from a stone prison?” Set chuckled, shaking his head.

“Long time no see, Sekhmet.”

a/n: ok guys i need your help for villain names for Y/N. also, if you don't know who Sekhmet is she is an egyptian goddess of war, fire, healing, and the destroyer of enemies of Ra. also that lady under the tree was Amenet, a goddess who welcomed the dead to the afterlife with food and drink. i am so sorry if this was bad, i hope people are still interested in this series!! love you guys! <3

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Okay okay, first of all I love all of your works! every time i see a notification it makes my day better ((;

English is not my first language sooo im very sorry!

Okay but how about afab!reader is in a relationship with crosshair, it's pretty serious and she gets to meet the other batchers. There's a lot of teasing and yk just brother's being brother's but suddenly one of them let's something slip (something like.. "crosshairs is finally not a Virgin anymore") (usually reader and him are really flirty and crosshair is kinda like 'u couldn't handle me' and all this stuff) so reader finds out that he's a Virgin and confronts him, back at her place or smt.

Sooooooooo, they Start to make out and nfsw stuff happens but the reader is in Charge (hehe) crosshair actually likes it and the next morning he is greeted with a blowjob and is so snarky (but a whining/moaning mess) that the reader overstimulates him and continues until he cums two times and he's just completely blissed out.

Im a sucker for dominant Readers & bottom 'bitches' haha but clones are just *Chefs kiss*

If you consider to write this, take as much time as you need and don't feel pressured at all because I really hope u have a great day and that ur fine!

Lots of love!

😳

That is a lot of text! Give me a second 😂 Aloha! Thank you so much, always very pleased to read such things! English is not my first language either! So no worries, I know the struggle. You are doing pretty good as much as I can tell, probably better than me 😂 Hehehe, I love the thought of Crosshair's sass kinda backfiring on him 😂 I don't think experienced Cross is a "bottom bitch" but I can clearly see him being one in his first attempts at intimacy. And the thickhead is definitely too stubborn and proud to use the safeword.

Let's do this!

Crosshair x afab!Reader Two-shot 1/2 - Think You Can Handle Me?

Warnings: 18+ / SMUT / Dom Reader / Sub Crosshair / Inexperienced (yet sassy) Crosshair / Suggestive / Sexual Themes / Overstimulation / Edging / Alcohol

It's quite late in the evening when you return from your date with Crosshair. But the boys are still awake when you reach the Marauder. They are sitting outside, a few of them drinking corellian ale. The mood is boisterous and slightly drunk. Hunter has been blowing off a lot of steam tonight and comes to meet you slightly tipsy. He puts an arm around Crosshair's shoulders, who frowns in annoyance.

"Look at that. You guys are coming back late from your date. I guess that means our little brother isn't a virgin anymore," Hunter rumbles, swinging his bottle through the air and spilling a few drops.

You look at the two of them in surprise. Crosshair has always acted like he was a true pro in the sheets, that he didn't think you were up for the challenge. His excuse that he wants to take it slow now makes sense.

Crosshair's teeth are clenched as the words, "Shut up you idiot" come out.

Hunter looks from one to the other in wonder, then a light goes on, "You didn't tell her? Oh, let me guess, you've got the 'I'm too much for you sweetie, let's take things slow' routine going on?"

Crosshair's look is almost desperate, and he pulls himself together with difficulty.

"You're drunk and full of shit," he finally growls, tearing himself away from Hunter and retreating, though not into the Marauder, but past it into the fields behind the landing pad.

Wrecker frowns, "It's no big deal, right?"

Echo looks at him and says quietly, "It is for some men."

Tech adjusts his goggles and says matter-of-factly, "Crosshair is one of those men"

You finally follow him when he is not back after half an hour. You intentionally gave him some time to cool down and collect himself, and did not press him immediately.

He is, as you expected, behind the fields, between some trees, in a clearing where he often stays to train and contemplate. When he hears your footsteps, he looks up with his eyes narrowed critically.

"Get lost," he grumbles.

"Hey," you say indignantly, though gently, "I didn't lie or tell your secret. I'm probably the least to blame for this whole situation."

He sighs, nods, and says barely louder than a whisper, "Sorry."

He put down his rifle and looks at you.

"You know you don't have to do anything you don't want to do? Just because I know about it now, I don't think any less of you. We don't have to rush into anything," you say calmly.

You can see his jaw muscles move as he grinds his teeth.

"I know, but now that the cat's out of the bag, there's no reason for me to drag this out either. I want you, definitely, I've just been blocked by the thought that I didn't want you to notice that I have no experience."

He looks around and says meaningfully, "We are alone here, no one can see us."

You smirk and begin to undress. For a moment, he forgets everything he just thought about and just watches you, fascinated. Crosshair watches one garment after another fall and feels it getting tight behind his codpiece. Lost in stimulating thoughts and the sight of you, he automatically removes the codpiece and lets it fall to the floor.

You can see the bulge in his blacks' pants. When you are finally naked, you step closer to him and your hand slides over the bulge, caressing his hard length over the fabric. A soft sigh passes his lips.

You push him back, against a bench under a tree. When he feels the wood in the back of his knees, he automatically sits down, and you slide onto his lap, facing him. Your lips find his in a fiery kiss, his arms automatically wrapping around your naked body.

He can't quite grasp what's happening as he feels your fingers slip under the waistband of his blacks' pants and pull them down a bit, far enough to free his hard, cock. As you begin to rub your naked pubic against it, he moans into the kiss and his fingers grip tighter.

Crosshair can feel your soft, wet flower pressing against his shaft, and just the thought makes his heart start to race, and he gets all hot.

"You can always tell me when to stop," you tell him as your lips break away from his for a moment.

"I'm sure that won't happen," he returns and presses his lips to yours again, chasing your tongue with his.

After a while, though, he grabs your hips and stops you in your tracks.

"If you keep rubbing against me like that, this won't last very long for me. Why don't you show me something to satisfy you with before we really get started?"

"Very thoughtful of you," you say with a smile.

You get off his lap, and he watches you intently. You sit down next to him and point to the floor in front of you. He complies with the wordless request, kneeling on the floor in front of you, between your open thighs. His gaze wanders from your face to the wet flower between your thighs. He has never seen a pussy so close and real.

Crosshair's hands automatically rest on your thighs. He finally looks up at you again, expectantly. You start explaining to him where the clitoris is, what its function is, where the actual opening to your pubic is and what can be done to stimulate different spots.

Crosshair caresses the insides of your thighs, gently sliding his fingers through your folds, and smiles contentedly as he hears you sigh softly. With two fingertips, he gathers some of your arousal at your entrance and begins to gently massage your clit with it.

Your eyes fall closed, and you lay your head back in your neck.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes, very good"

Curious, he adds his other hand, two fingertips playing at your entrance, first massaging the outer sensitive area. Your excitement drips over his fingers and he looks fascinated, exactly what he is doing with you.

Slowly he inserts one finger while the fingers of his other hand are still massaging your clit. He's fascinated by the way your soft, wet heat closes around his finger. It feels so tight, he wonders how his cock will fit in there.

"It's adjusting," you say as if you've read his mind, "Slide a second finger in."

He hesitates for a brief moment, but then does as he's told. Your moan makes him look up, by now his hand was all wet and the wood beneath you stained from your arousal. When you suddenly make a hoarse noise and he feels your pussy tighten around his fingers, he almost pulls back, startled. But he quickly realizes that you are having a climax and continues to work you until you are trembling and twitching, begging him to stop.

He withdraws his fingers, looks at them for a brief moment, then licks your juice from his fingers. An unexpected, somewhat strange taste, but quite interesting, he thinks.

"Was that good?"

You nod and say somewhat breathlessly, "Yes, that was good, Cross. Now I can take care of you without you having to worry about whether or not it's enough for my orgasm, because basically you've already satisfied me.

"You can only do that once?"

" When it comes to women, no. It's quite possible several times. But now shut up and get back on the bench, we'll tackle that another time."

Crosshair complies again, sits down on the bench and you see the tip of his cock swollen and some precum shining on it. He can't wait to feel you.

As you climb back over his lap, he looks at you expectantly. Then he feels your hand on his shaft, in expectant tension, he holds very still. The next moment, his tip bumps your gate and as you slowly sink onto his lap, he feels the wet heat of your pussy, slowly enclosing his cock as he advances deeper and deeper into you.

He moans and his hands shoot to your rear, clawing into the soft flesh. As you sit fully on his lap and he bottoms out in you, he releases a shaky breath from his lungs. The feeling is overwhelmingly glorious. It feels perfect,

He literally clings to you as you begin to bob up and down on his lap. The feeling is so intense, new and overwhelming that he feels like he has to hold on to you to keep from being swept away by the feeling. It's fantastic but also intense in a almost scary way.

"Mesh'la," he presses out, his face pressed against your shoulder.

You feel his lap, his thighs trembling tensely beneath you. He gasps and trembles as he suddenly seems to hold his breath, you feel his cock pulsing inside you, his seed spurting into you like a fountain.

Finally he releases the air from his lungs and you pause on his lap. He is still trembling ever so slightly, the tension only slowly draining from his muscles. His arms are still wrapped around you, his fingers clawed at you. Very slowly, he loosens his grip and his embrace. He kisses your shoulder almost shyly before looking into your face.

His hair is a little messy and sweat is on his forehead.

"So?" you ask "How are you feeling?"

He grins at you, leaning back on the bench and resuming his usual posture.

"Can't complain, Kitten"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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obey-me-disaster · 1 year

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Hey, its me, the anon who requested the choking kink shit.

I totally didn't just read it like two minutes ago and immediately try to think of something funny to say.

Btw thats some really good writing, even if its crack. Good job!

Anyways while im off to cry about graduation, lemme drop another pesky little thought here.

Mc cooks henry 2.0 to eat. Probably gonna share it with beel too. Leviathans gonna have to find another Henry to be his pet, or not.

Take that as you will. Thank you.

How does that even happen???

Tbh Beel wouldn't even need for that fish to be cooked, he would eat it raw. For the sake of making things worse, I am gonna change it to MC feeding Henry to Levi <3

I guess Leviathan x gn!MC???

TW:small description of panic attack on Levi's part

MC cooks Henry 2.0

"I swear I put that damned fish around here, it couldn't have grown legs and run off...I hope." Shaking their head to get the stupid image of a fish running away, MC closed not so gently, the freezer's door. They have planned to surprise Levi with a special dish he has been talking about from 'Food Fights' but they were missing the main ingredient, the fish.

They have bought the fish a few days ago and tried to hide it away, so none of the brothers could find it, but it seems their hiding spot was no match to a hungry Beel. None of the brothers cooked anything fish related, so the only resonable conclusion was that Beel ate the fish during one of his nights raids.

Putting their head in their hands MC couldn't help but let out a groan while racking their brain for a solution. "I've already set up and prepared everything else the dish might, I can't just put them away!" The whole situation was soul crushing. What was supposed to be a nice surprise turned into disappointment. "I can't just put them away while I go to buy a new fish, Beel might eat these ingredients as well." MC kept on whining about their situation, no longer trying to think of a solution.

"If only I could make a fish appear..." Stopping all together, MC looked down at their hands. "I may actually be able to do that, I have magic after all, so it's worth a shot." Taking a deep breath and closeing their eyes, they tried to come up with a spell on the spot. "Spirit of water, heed my call and give me one of your sea creatures. One as such that would make the Avatar of Envy happy. In the name of the sorcerer MC, make it so!"

When they opened their eyes they saw that not only did the spell give them a fish, but it was already prepared to be cooked too! Letting a sigh of relief, MC went straight to cooking it, without trying to figure out why the fish seemed so 'familiar'. They didn't have enough time for that, time was working against them at the moment. Levi could appear in any moment to start talking about the latest anime he has seen.

The whole cooking process went according to plan, everything came out more than perfect. The smell was mouth watering, just looking at it one knew the dish would be worth dying for. Despite being proud of their achievement, MC couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom, but they attribute it to their fear of Beel coming to eat it.

"MC WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!? SOMETHING HORRIBLE HAPPENED!!" Levi's horrified scream could be heard throughout the house. He looked like someone just stole his whole Ruri Chan collection. Tears were running down his face and his knees looked like they were about to give out. MC seeing him in such a sorry state rushed pick him up and put him on one of the chairs in the kitchen. Nothing a little spell for strenght couldn't do.

By the looks of it, Levi was having a full blown panic attack. Every time he would try to explain what happened he would get choked up. After what felt like an eternity, MC was able to get Levi to finally calm down. Tears were still running down his face but at least he was able to talk. "I am horrible, I the worst friend out there, I should just get locked up in my room and never come out!" MC couldn't help but sit in shock at seeing Levi act like that. Sure, he often said self depricating things, but this time felt different. "What happened? What made you think that?"

Levi looked at MC while trying to wipe his tears away and failing. "Henry 2.0 RAN AWAY! I am such an awful friend that fish managed to run away from me, can you believe that?!" MC freezed on the spot and had a horrifying revelation. Suddenly they understood why the fish looked so 'familiar' but how were they supposed to explain to Levi that they have just cooked one of his best friends?

While MC was deep in thought about how would they go explaing the whole situation to Levi, the avatar of envy noticed the food that MC prepared. "Is that...is that the recreation of one of the dishes from 'Food Fights'?"

If God looked down on MC and saw the look on their face, even with all the knowledge and words in the history of humanity, he could still only describe them as a deer caught in headlights. "Yeah..." MC trailed off while trying to come up with an excuse on why a meal containing a fish, sat so nicely in the kitchen just as his own fish 'ran away'. "...I was trying to recreate it just for you, since you've talked about it so much, but seeing the current situation, maybe we can focus on something else."

MC tried to approach Levi so they could push him out of the kitchen but he stopped them. "I was already a bad friend to Henry to the point he ran away. I don't want to risk losing you too by ignoring all the effort you put into this surprise." Grabbing a fork and a knife he started to dig in.

MC wanted to say something, anything to him. He was basically eating his best friend, but looking at him, in that moment, they have realized that they will need to take this secret to their grave. No way he would let Levi know that they have cooked one of his best friend. And especially, they will not let him know, under any circumstances, that the phrase 'At least they will be together from now on' passed through their head.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me fic #obey me leviathan #obey me leviathan x mc #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me levi #obey me henry 2.0 #at least they will be together now...#IMAGINE EXPLAING TO PEOPLE THAT YOUR PET FISH RAN AWAY #MC just managed to give him more abandoment issues

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sea-of-dust · 2 years

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When their like their Collab counterpart totally not x reader

Another RAS x Reader I swear....im gonna be the face of the RAS x reader community aren't I.... Wtf is a RAS x reader community. I gotta stop writing about bandori-

LAYER/Rei/Banji

Rei with the personality of baji....arf..i mean very interesting

Expect her to be a lot more passionate to say....like not to go down the tr tumblrs level of unseiso but there's a lot more kabedoning and her being a little possessive

She might be a little more aggressive too. Not towards you but to opposing gangs you happen to have friends in

"Why are you talking to y/n leave them alone before I kick ur ass" "we were talking about a project we were assigned to together..." "Oh..."

Oh indeed

Wait why did she pull up a seat...oh my God she's eagle eying ur friend now

she looks like the chairs bought to be used for another purpose

Expect ur friend to complain about a "visit" from ur girlfriend

Shell get jealous more easily too. Talking to someone else? "Where were u" "I was walking my friend home" "...uh huh" "....u thought we did something when we walked home didn't u" "Nah idk mamas" "(wtf kinda pet name is mamas)"

She walks you home after that even sleeps over your family loves her

Expect her to try and trick u into having small naps with her

If PAREO ever interrupted you and Rei she would just look at her with those murder eyes and then continue what she's doing to u

"LAYER-san chu2s call-" Reis pinning you to wall for another make-out speedrun "...ill come back later..."

Shell have more hair ties on her

Shell be very roughed up...like real bad she's in a gang and a band, those two things are bound to leave the average person a Twitter user

Ur her personal nurse and she definitely pays you in something other than cash if u catch my drift 😏

She pays you in kisses....smooches...perv but in ur defense I made u think like that...still a perv

Overall Rei with the personality of Banji will turn me into her dog- I mean is gonna a be a doozy...now wait till she catches you and the homies saying something werid

"Yo u land this ill suck-" "Y/N..." "I'll buy u an ice cream!...."

MASKING/Masuki/Draken

Nothin changed....shell be a lot more responsible when it comes to you and Chu2 (since Chu2 = Mikey)

Shell be less of a tease to Chu2 too

Masuki def tries to keep you as far from gang violence as possible

Shell ask how was ur day act normal and then u two get into her room instant tackle

The brothels gonna love you "ahh masuki you got a new plaything?" "Can it [side character 190]" "fu fu"

She would take you out at night to watch stars

Masuki might tease you at times and when you get mad she just hugs you giggling a bit

"I'm sorry I'm sorry it was kinda funny tho" "....." "I'll make you somethin" "....fine"

Expect her laugh to be a lot more proud

If you ever saw her fight (let's say like bloody Halloween in the show) shell look at you panicked worried if she traumatized you

"Ah shit y/n did you see anything- oh God why we're you even here... Leave I don't want you to get hurt"

When she gets home she looks tired and a bit beat up but when she sees you it's like her wounds went away and as soon as she relaxes they re open but hey at least she got to see her s/o

As soon as a movie she was really excited for is out,she runs over to your house and drives there almost instantly calling you the whole time

"IM COMING OVER BE THERE IN FIVE" you can barely hear her over the wind and like a minute later "IM HERE" and u just hear Pastel*Pallette blasting

She made a joke about beating up the mf you seemed a little comfortable with...it was ur sibling-

She would accompany chu2 to fast food stops with you

Speaking of food if your ever at a public place Masukis gonna find you and just stare at you from the window your sitting next to with the face she does before saying your cute but scarier

"You should have came to me" you can hear her say that from outside

If you ever went on a date with her in public she's gonna be surprisingly polite and using fancy words bros even wore a suit

"Yes may I have the [idk make it up] and my lady would like [f/f]"

It's an inside joke between you two now

She's told you ligma while you laid on her lap she would just randomly look down at you and just go "ligma"

Moral of the story bunny masuki

LOCK/Rokka/Takemichi

She's gonna cry a lot

Shell visit you a lot leaning in for a small kiss before greeting you

"(Y/n you're just so kind how could someone every resent you)" cu <3 "Good Morning to you too Rokka"

She would ask you what u would think of her in 10 years and you would say "you would still be my beloved"

Her heart would flutter and she would cry a bit embracing you

She would never tell you about Toman and never wear her uniform around you

She's embarrassed she's in a gang

When she time travels back she always has the things you gave to her on her body

She would fall for amongus backwards

If you ever flattered her or did her hair for her she would be so shy

If the gang asked she would flex about it

"An Rokka you got a new hairstyle it looks nice" "ah y/n did it for me" "they've got some skill" "mph~ they're the best"

She wound crawl into your arms randomly while you two would be on the couch

"Rokka..." She's just digging her face into your chest mumbing about how she's gonna save everyone. You feel something wet hit your chest and you hug her

If you ever do catch her while she's with the gang shell try to make something up

"Y/n! What are you doin here haha...why am I wearing this? Oh it's a costume party next door! Why am I tied up? I lost a bet!"

If she comes to your house with an injury she's gonna say she fell coming over.

Don't admit you know about Toman she wants to feel as if she's protecting you

Don't question what she's doing with your brother or why he says that "Rokkas gonna save you!"

PAREO/Reona/Chifuyu

She's a lot more calm and dosent really care about Chu2 as much

She's more concerned about Rei

She still puts you over Rei but that's because you're her s/o

Shell buy you little trinkets sometimes

She knows everything about you stuff you never told her like your blood type, how you like your drinks, your type kinda women...some freaky shit

She carried you bride style once when you joked about her having lean muscle and she was like ".....bet"

"You got some lean muscle u ant no way you beat people up on the daily" "come here" "what are you gonna-" she lifts you a little too easily

Rei thinks highly of you and tells you to take care of PAREO.

She likes painting your nails as she goes over her day

"Yeah so we had an exam today...I beat the brakes off of a mf" "what" "I mean I beat someone in a race don't think about it too much y/n"

She would pinch your checks sometimes when sneaking up on you

Small kisses here and there whenever there's a fight it tends to be a little longer

She tries to cook with you sometimes

Not that she's bad it's just that they always come out looking cute....how tf did she make curry into stars it's a liquid-

She likes sleeping on top of you while listening to a playlist she totally didn't make up of your most listened to songs

She def taught you a bit about medical stuff and told you that whenever she was unconscious and Rei was injured or also unconscious you should take care of her first she cares about you and rei more than her own life

You responded by telling her you would save both of them.

She was astonished

Chu2/Chiyu/Mikey

I send you prayer

"Y/n~" "Chu2.." "Lets go outside! I wanna buy some Dorayaki" "it's 3 am...."

Chu2 is gonna be the worst one she wines like a lot

Even if you ignore her (bad idea) shell get up in your ear from behind and beg for you to do what she wants

What's worse is that she might try to climb you

She might bite your ear if ur unlucky

Shell tell you she loves you more often like 4 times per day

"Y/n" "I love you too Chu2" "hehe~"

She's so mischievous she would prank you sometimes like scaring you in front of the door

If you went to a fast food place she would be able to sniff you out

"Heard you got food without me" "I didn't even tell you I was here" "u got any games on yo phone?"

She wouldn't be secretive when it came to you knowing about the gang but would still try to keep you away from violence

She's also crazy strong now- and can ride motorcycles-

She would tell you about how she kicked people's asses and how she would do it like they insulted you!

"And I just pretend they said something bad about you then I punch em!" "That's nice chu chu-"

You and Masuki are the only two that call her chu chu

The whole band gets to tease her tho

She retreats behind you and if you join the teasing? She's still gonna hide behind you

She would bring flags around for food

"Chu chu why tf did you put a flag in fucking soup" "that shit ant gon taste good if I don't" "seriously-" "yes"

Shell be a little more intimate at night

Like shell tackle you to sleep with her

She likes watching you go to sleep and then waking up in your arms. she thinks it's gonna giver her super strength one day. one punch Chu Chu

She would ask you to tie her hair for her. Not because she can't do it herself but she likes your fingers in her hair.

If you give her trinkets she's gonna keep them forever even when Rokka time travels to see her shell have them all on even if she outgrew them

"Chu2...." "LOCK...you we're my only friend in this world..." "What about y/n-" "they didn't buy my merch i divorced them"

She didn't divorce you.you just went grocery shopping

Moral of the story....i smell gum u got gum

Might write one where the Tokyo Revengers cast acts like RAS-. Send requests I beg I need something to do 👩‍🦲

Parting words

#bang dream #tokyo revengers #ras x reader #layer #masking #chu2 #pareo bandori #lock #chu2 bandori #bandori #bandori x reader

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