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moving to a new blog rather than this blog if anyone is interested ♡

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Co-Workers to Lovers; Albert Wesker

Warnings: Cheating boyfriend (reader's bf, not Wesker), alcohol consumption, implied nsfw.

Working alongside Albert Wesker was… interesting.

He was cold, rude, blunt, and so on with all his workers, except for you.

He wasn’t a lot nicer, but there wasn’t the same amount of judgement, hatred, and annoyance in his tone when he spoke to you.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he would kill them, your co-workers would joke that he has a sweet spot for you.

It wasn’t like you didn’t have one for him also. Most of your co-workers hated you for the special treatment you got from Wesker, so he was basically all you had at Umbrella.

Your boyfriend wasn’t fond of your work-relationship with Albert, something about how he “didn’t trust the creep” and how “he’s trying to steal you from me”.

You never believed any of that, but then again, you never believed that your boyfriend would cheat on you either.

Well, until the night you came home from work earlier than usual to the sound of moans from your bedroom.

At first, you thought maybe he was masturbating. After all, it had been a while since you two had last had sex. Work Albert had been keeping you busy.

The moment you heard the female moans, you knew what was happening, but you couldn’t stop yourself from entering the room.

“Really?” You asked him, watching his face morph from pleasure, to shock, to anger.

“You’re home early!”

“Clearly.”

Without another word, you left the room as your boyfriend of three years rushed to put his pants on and chase after you, but before he could reach you, you had already left, beginning to walk in the pouring rain.

You didn’t know what to do or where to go, so you ended up back at work. They had beds for those doing 24-hour shifts, so you could just take one of those.

“I thought you finished for today. Why are you here, and why are you wet? You’re dripping on the floor.” Whilst his words would seem annoyed, there was an underlying tone of concern in Albert’s tone.

“My boyfriend cheated on me; I walked here in the rain. Sorry, Sir.” You whispered, avoiding eye contact.

Had you been paying attention, you would have noticed the way his jaw clenched in anger, but all you heard was an annoyed sigh followed by you being told to follow him.

He took you to his office, bluntly telling you to sit before leaving the room.

You waited, eyes still staring at the floor rather than the room around you.

You were embarrassed more than anything. First your boyfriend cheats on you for God only knows how long, and now you’re crying to your boss.

“It’s not your fault.” Wesker’s deep voice sounds from behind you, the weight of a towel being placed on your shoulder pulls you from your self-deprecating thoughts.

You shrug and he sighs again, taking a seat in his chair.

“Look at me.” You do.

It isn’t easy for him, not at all, but he does do his best to put on a somewhat kinder face and try to comfort you.

“He’s a moron. Don’t worry about that idiot. You deserve better.” He says. “You deserve me” sounds his internal voice, but he ignores it.

With a quiet sigh, you nod and agree. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Albert is quite fine, Dear.” The name causes you to blush and you silently pray that he doesn’t notice or will just pass it off as you being cold, but he isn’t stupid.

“Thank you, Albert.”

Wesker can’t deny the way his body reacts when his name rolls from your tongue, but he can sure as hell ignore it. He doesn’t need feelings. He isn’t capable of them, he tells himself.

“You can stay in my office for the time being. I finish in an hour or two, I’ll drive you back to my place.” It wasn’t an invitation, it was a demand, but one that you didn’t want to turn down.

“Thank you.” You repeat, and he simply nods, passing you some dry clothes, and leaving to return to work.

Once he finished work, Albert gathered his things and lead you to his car.

Being the gentleman he is, although it was only for you, he held the door open for you, enjoying the way you blushed and muttered a thank you.

The drive was quiet. It was late, dark, and you were both deep in your thoughts.

He was wondering if he had made a mistake inviting you to stay at his home until you were back on your feet. He didn’t know how long he could go without kissing or touching you, but it also didn’t sit right with him making you stay at Umbrella offices where it wasn’t safe, or with your cheating boyfriend.

However, all you could think about was how good he looked driving, his hands tightened around the wheel and the gearstick. There was something oddly attractive about it.

Despite him being deep in his own thoughts, he didn’t fail to notice and couldn’t help the smirk on his lips which made you blush once again.

“We’re here,” he said, quickly moving to open your door for you and lead you into his mansion house, enjoying the shock on your face.

“Thank you, Albert,” you smiled at him as soon as you two were sat with drinks in your hands. “It means a lot to me. More than you can imagine.”

“It’s no problem, Dear.”

Over the weeks that you had stayed at his place, it was safe to say that you and Albert had grown closer, the same as your feelings had grown more for one another.

Albert was working more to keep himself busy, as were you, but the drives home were becoming more and more painful each time.

It was obvious to him that you had feelings for him, but he was him. Albert Wesker isn’t exactly the king of relationships, or even friendships; he had betrayed everyone in his life, after all.

He couldn’t resist, however, placing his large hand on your thigh as he drove, enjoying the way you tensed up beneath his touch and a blush ran to your cheeks, but you remained silent.

Having enjoyed your reaction, this was something he began doing every journey. He loved seeing you flustered, even more so when you stuttered when he spoke to you during the drive.

“No need to stutter, Dear. It’s only us.” He would say with a smirk.

You didn’t know how much longer you could last without touching him either, but you were afraid of rejection. Sure, he touched you, but what if he didn’t want you to touch him.

He could sense your hesitation and didn’t expect you to ever do anything, at least, until you laid your hand on top of his that rested on your thigh, your head lying on the glass of the window. It was clear you were tired, and perhaps that was why you were doing it.

You fell asleep that drive, the sound of rain and feeling of Albert’s hand touching your own lulling you into a deep sleep, one that he didn’t want to wake you from., so he didn’t. Instead, he carefully lifted you and carried you to the room you had been staying in. Your room.

Your relationship grew closer from there. You trusted him and, scarily enough for him, he trusted you also.

You went out one night with your friends, Wesker telling you to call him when you were ready to come home, and he would pick you up; he didn’t trust anyone but himself to get you home safely.

You had talked about him all night, leaving your friends wondering what was happening between you both. That was when you finally admitted it to yourself: you loved him.

Whilst the thought had always been there, completely admitting it to yourself was terrifying, but it had to be done.

However, the only way you felt you could properly think on this was by drinking more.

When it reached 3am, you texted him telling him you’ll get a cab since he was likely asleep.

Don’t be stupid, I’ll come get you. I can’t sleep. Where are you? Came his immediate reply. He would never admit it, but he stayed up worrying about you.

He was there moments later, helping you into the car so you didn’t fall with a sigh.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked upon realising that he wasn’t touching you for the first time in weeks.

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Then why aren’t you touching me?”

“You’re drunk. I’m not touching you whilst you’re drunk, Y/N.”

A blush ran up your cheeks at the realisation and your drunk self couldn’t stop the words leaving your lips.

“But what if I want you to? What if I want you to do more than hold my thigh?” You’d regret that in the morning, but you were too drunk to care.

Albert’s hand tightened on the wheel at your words, doing his best to calm his breathing before responding.

“You’re still drunk. I’m not taking advantage of you whilst you’re under the influence. If you still want it tomorrow, then I will.” Were the final words for the night before you fell asleep and he, yet again, carried you inside, the smallest smile on his lips.

The following morning you were terrified of facing him, remembering what you had said, so you stayed inside your room until noon when a knock came on your door.

“I know you’re awake, Y/N. We need to talk.” Came his stern voice that had both your heart and thoughts racing, assuming the worst.

“Okay.” Came your meek response as you opened the door, allowing him into the room.

It was silent for a few moments, before you offered him a seat beside you.

“Did you mean what you said last night?” He asked, staring at you. “Be honest, I won’t be offended in you say no.”

His words confused you, but as you stared at him, you couldn’t help but notice the way his pupils dilated whilst he stared back, lips slightly parted. You weren’t dumb, you knew what that meant. He wanted you the same way you wanted him.

Rather than responding, you closed the gap between both of you, his hands instantly moving to push the straps of your dress that you had failed to change out of down your shoulders.

Once you pulled away, breathless and half undressed, he chuckled quietly.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He teased, but you ignored it and pressed your lips to his again in desperation.

Maybe it had always been him since you met him. Maybe your cheating ex-boyfriend was just what made you realise that.

One-shot (Cheating Heart) coming soon!

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fandom-imagines · 7 months

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Bad idea, right?

Fandom: House of Wax

Pairing: Ex!Bo Sinclair x Reader

Warnings: Exes-to-Lovers, implied nsfw, mainly dialogue, reader doesn't know about Ambrose, not proofread.

Inspired by bad idea right by Olivia Rodrigo!

Seeing the name ‘Bo Sinclair’ pop up in her phone a couple of months after they had officially ended things was not something that Y/N expected during her night-in with her friends.

As the four of them were seated around her best friend’s coffee table, the loud text-tone of Y/N’s phone broke the conversation that they were having and at first, she seriously debated ignoring it.

“It can’t be anybody important,” she said to the group. “It’s probably just my boss asking me to work a shift tomorrow!”

The three girlfriends giggled, each raising their eyebrow in a questioning manner.

“Just answer it!” One said, tossing the woman’s phone to her, one which she caught with expert accuracy.

“Fine.” She huffed, a sound which was cut short when she read the texters name.

Thankfully, nobody noticed the way her eyes widened in both shock and confusion, the emotions intensifying the moment her phone began ringing.

Bo Sinclair is calling.

Answer. Decline.

It was at that moment Y/N realised that she had never changed his contact image. It was still a photo she took of him whilst they were drunk in Ambrose.

“Sorry,” she muttered to the group, leaving the room to answer the call.

It was as though her body was on autopilot as she answered the phone, his name falling from her lips just as easily as it had when they were a couple.

“Bo? I haven’t heard from you in a couple of months, is everything okay?” Y/N asked, assuming it must be bad for him to call her. After all, he was the one who broke up with her after they had an argument about him keeping secrets from her.

The line was silent for a moment, and she wondered if he had changed his mind, realised his mistake, and hung up. That was, until he spoke.

It wasn’t anything huge, just her name, but it was enough to have her heart racing, past feelings resurfacing at the sound.

“That’s me,” came her response, a forced chuckle shortly following.

“You should come over.” He said.

“What…?”

“You heard me.”

The door to the room she was previously in opened, startling Y/N. She knew then that she had been caught, cheeks flushed and hands shaking; she simply prayed they wouldn’t judge her too much.

“Y/N?” Her best friend asked, smirking as she took in the appearance of the woman on the phone.

“Think about it, Darling. I’ve texted you my new address.” Were Bo’s final words as he hung up the phone, the device suddenly feeling one-hundred times heavier than before.

“Is everything okay?” Rachel, her best and closest friend, asked with concern. “Who was that?”

With a harsh swallow, Y/N spoke. “That was Bo.”

“Bo? As in your ex? What did he want?”

“He wants me to go over, just moved or something.”

“At this time? You can’t seriously be considering it, Y/N! He’s your ex-boyfriend, for crying out loud!” Rachel exclaimed in shock, remembering how heartbroken her friend was when Bo broke up with her.

“Yes, I know that he’s my ex, but can’t two people reconnect?” Y/N asked. “I only see him as a friend!” The biggest lie I ever said, being her immediate thought after she finished speaking.

“You can’t be serious?” Rachel was clearly unimpressed with Y/N’s choices but knew she was in no spot to say anything; everyone makes bad choices. “It’s a bad idea, right, but I can’t stop you.”

With a smile, Y/N spoke. “Fuck it, it’s fine.”

With a smile on her own face, Rachel repeated her words. “Fuck it, it’s fine.”

As she reached Bo’s new house in Ambrose, she hadn’t expected him to be stood at the door with a small smirk, giving her reason to believe to he had been waiting for her to pull up.

“What did you tell your friends?” He asked, widening the door for her to enter the house.

“That I was going home to sleep,”

“Well, you never said where or that you were in my sheets. I guess you could say you just tripped and fell into it.” He joked, still smirking.

“Seeing you tonight, it’s a bad idea, right?” Y/N spoke aloud, watching the way Bo’s smirk widened at her internal debate. “I should probably not.”

“Fuck it, it’s fine.” He said, as though he had heard the previous conversation with Rachel.

Watching Y/N stood in front of him once again had Bo’s chest feeling a way that he wasn’t used to feeling. He didn’t miss her, no, no way! He only saw her as a friend, somebody to hook up with! The biggest lie he ever said.

Y/N watched as he stared at her, seemingly too deep in thought to even notice her moving towards him. Judging by the way he flinched as her hands landed on his shoulders, she knew he hadn’t been paying attention at all.

Bo, who was now well-aware of her touch, leant in to connect their lips, his arm wrapping around her waist in an instant. The feeling of her lips against his after months apart had both parties reacting in ways that they didn’t know were humanly possible.

One of Y/N’s hands moved from his shoulder to the nape of his neck, fingers interlocking with his hair, tugging sharply as Bo bit on her lower, drawing a moan from her. Bo’s free hand reached to toy with the fabric of her shirt, tugging it over her head.

“Should we go upstairs?”

Neither of them knew how to react.

Bo, who wasn’t exactly the best at expressing his emotions, watched as the woman he still loved prepared to leave. He didn’t want her to but didn’t know how to express that without seeming ‘weak’.

“You don’t need to go,” Bo muttered, almost too quiet for Y/N to hear.

“What do you mean?”

With a sigh, Bo knew he had to tell her the truth, no matter how much he didn’t want to. “I don’t want you to leave. Not again.” He admitted, cheeks warming at the confession.

“You… don’t?” She asked him, genuine curiosity and confusion in her orbs. “Why?”

“Because… Fuck are you really going to make me say it?”

“Say what, Bo?”

“Because I still love you, okay!?” He yelled, and he was grateful that Vincent was visiting Lester that night. “I mean, fuck, I’m- I’m sorry, all right? I shouldn’t have lied to you, but I was scared what you would say if you knew the truth.”

“The truth about what?”

“Everything! The town, Vincent, Lester, me…. If you knew the truth, you’d never look at me the same.”

As Y/N stared at him, concern evident, Bo winced slightly. He wasn’t exactly used to expressing his emotions, especially not these types of emotions, but as she moved to sit beside him, he couldn’t stop the words leaving his lips.

“Please don’t leave again, Y/N…”

“I won’t, Bo, but only if you tell me the truth.”

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fandom-imagines · 7 months

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Bo Sinclair was rude, anybody that knew him was aware of that fact. He was blunt, straightforward, and often times a pure asshole, so as Y/N poured out her feelings to him, Bo didn’t understand why.

Why would she like him? Vincent would be so much better suited for her, or even Lester! She was clearly making the wrong choice, yet he didn’t exactly want her to stop; he cared for her, even if he was yet to admit that to himself.

“You’re making a mistake,” Bo’s rough voice stated as she smiled at his frozen form. “I’m not right for you, you know this.”

The girl in front of him simply shrugged. “Maybe you’re right, Bo, but I can’t find it in me to care. I love you.”

Bo, who stood there in silence, tried his best to form any words, but nothing would come out. Perhaps that was the moment he realised his true feelings for her, or maybe not, he would never know, but as he leaned to connect their lips, he simply knew that it was right. That her heart had made the right choice, even if he doubted it.

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Price taking care of future s/o (headcanons)

Fandom: Call of Duty

Pairing: John Price x Reader

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: Abusive relationship (readers ex), crying

Anyone interested in a full one shot of this premise?

Price knows your boyfriend isn’t good enough for you, you’re way too good for him and Price can’t stand seeing you waste your time on a man like your boyfriend, but he with himself that he’s simply jealous that you’re not with him.

He almost feels bad for wishing that you would come and be with him rather than your boyfriend, almost. He used to feel bad until he met your partner and saw just how bad he treats you.

You don’t see it, nobody would unless they were really good at reading people and relationships like Price is, especially those close to him, and you were close to him.

So, when you show up at his house in the pouring rain, tears staining your cheeks, one bruised with an obvious handprint, he immediately knows what has happened.

He’s raging internally, but he knows you need to be comforted first, and with gritted teeth and a frown, he opens his door to you and, in turn, his heart; not that you would know it yet, of course.

He asks what happened, despite already knowing, and lets you just vent to him. He knows you need to get it all off your chest and he doesn’t interrupt once.

Throughout it all, he’s listening to every word, squeezing your shoulder in a comforting manner, passing you tissues, and hugging you once you’re done and wiping your tears, apologies falling from your lips.

“Don’t be silly, love. You’re part of my team, you’re always welcome here. Just don’t let Laswell know, all right?” Whilst the last part is an attempt to make you laugh, it is partially true; she was already beginning to notice how he favoured you.

“Thanks, Cap.”

“No need to thank me, love.”

He’s glad you trusted him enough to come to him just as much as he’s glad you’re starting to smile. Oh, how he loves your smile.

A comfortable silence falls over you two and he just stares at you.

He sits there, admiring your beauty, both inside and out and it just clicks: he loves you.

“Oh fuck,” he mutters, so quiet that you don’t hear.

This isn’t good, he thinks to himself, but brushes it off for now; he needs to take care of you.

“I don’t know where to go, John.” You sniffle and he’s enjoying the way his name sounds on your tongue the same way he always does, and immediately offers you a place in his home until you’re back on his feet. He’ll even go pick you some things up tomorrow, so you don’t have to face him.

You’re hesitant, not wanting to disturb his peace and intrude on his home but one look from your captain has you agreeing; you could never be a burden to him.

He tells you to take a bath and gives you one of his biggest shirts and some shorts that he didn’t even know he owned and for the first time in a while, you felt good.

The night is spent with you two watching crappy telly and talking about anything and everything. You’re both on leave for the next month so it was oddly enough good timing, and you didn’t have to sleep in the uncomfortable bed on base.

Eventually, your words becoming slurred and slower and before either of you realise, you had fallen asleep on John’s shoulder.

His heart rate quickens, and he can’t stop the light blush on his face, but his main focus is making sure you were comfortable.

He does his best to relax, and once he was 100% certain you were asleep, he carefully adjusts you to lay on his lap, hand playing with your hair, enjoying the content sighs you let out, despite being asleep.

The mark on your cheek pains him to look at but he can’t help himself gently running a finger across the mark.

“I’ll never let him hurt you again,” he mumbles quietly, doing his best to not disturb you from your peaceful slumber.

After about an hour, he also ends up falling asleep, soft snores falling from his lips.

You’re the first to wake, eyes wide and cheeks hot, cursing yourself for falling asleep.

Price is still fast asleep, clearly having the best sleep he had in a while, despite not being in his own bed and you can’t help but remain in his lap, snuggling into his thighs.

The safe feeling that your captain always gave you was one you had tried to fight, but now, you never wanted it to fade; he would look after you.

“Morning, love,” the morning voice of the man you had fallen asleep on makes your cheeks even hotter. “Sleep well?”

You’re unsure what to say, so you simply nod. He smiles and tells you he’s glad.

He cooks you both breakfast and sneaks glances at you in his clothes every chance he gets without the risk of you noticing; you just look so good that he can’t help but admire you.

You’re unsure why your chest feels so warm as you look at him flipping pancakes at 8 in the morning, but you’re not against it, it’s just strange. You had never felt that with your ex.

Over the weeks that you’re staying at his house, you grow closer than you were before.

Your days are spent together and anybody you saw in public simply assumed you were a couple.

Price, however, was finding it difficult to hide his feelings for you as they grew even stronger, and you were the same.

You had realised why you felt the way you did for all those months now, why you were nervous around him and why he made you so happy: you loved him.

One day, as the two of you rushed inside, away from the harsh rain outside, the feelings overwhelmed you both.

As you leaned against the front door, both of you laughing, Price’s arms pressed on the wall either side of you, both of your laughter having calmed down and changed to a happy smile.

His eyes stared into yours, and yours his.

As he leaned in loser, you spoke.

“We shouldn’t do this,”

He didn’t know what to say, so he simply said what he was thinking, dropping one arm from beside you so you’d have room to leave if you wanted. You didn’t move.

“I know, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to.”

“John…”

“Yes, doll?”

“Kiss me.”

And so he did, every emotion that he had kept bottled up pouring into the kiss.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and one of his arms snaked around your waist, the other cupping your cheek.

As he pulled away, both of you panting, you couldn’t help but smile.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he whispers.

“I think I do now…” You giggled, hugging him, both of you smiling as he hugs you back.

Neither of you knew where you were going to go from here, but all you wanted was to be together; it’s all you guys had ever wanted.

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fandom-imagines · 11 months

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Awkward Confessions

Fandom: Sherlock

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Warnings: Awkward Sherlock

Sherlock was many things. Some were good, some were bad, some were… interesting, but if there was one thing that Sherlock was absolutely terrible at, it would be admitting feelings. That much became obvious as he stood in front of Y/N, the object of his affection, attempting to express his feelings for her.

“Sherlock?” She asked. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just be quiet for a minute.” Came his response.

“All right?” She was confused, it was pretty obvious to anyone. Sherlock never looked this awkward.”

“There’s something I need to say, something I should say…” He began, unsure where he was going with this. He lost his trail of thought the moment she looked at him with her wide and worried eyes; they were beautiful. “I know I’m… me, and I’m not exactly the most likeable person in the entire world. I’m rude, blunt, and a smartass, but…”

“There’s no need to put yourself down so much, Sher,” she sighed, shaking her head at his insulting words.

“I thought I told you to be quiet!” He rolled his eyes, shaking his head as she laughed and apologised.

“What I’m trying to say is… I like you. Don’t ask me why because I have no idea why, you’re a moron.”

Y/N burst into giggles at the final sentence. “That was so cute, at least until you called me a moron.” She smiled, stepping towards the, now blushing, man. Lifting herself onto her toes, Y/N placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“Don’t worry, I like you too, even if I am a moron.”

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Best friend

Fandom: Until Dawn

Pairing: Josh Washington x Reader

Words: 857

Warnings: None

Is the Until Dawn fandom dead? Potentially. Will I write for it anyway? Absolutely!

Josh Washington, for as long as I could remember, had always been my best friend.

We met in third grade when my brother, Chris, also met him. Chris introduced us both and we instantly clicked, something that never went away, even as we aged. He was, for lack of a better word, my soulmate, or maybe that was just my crush on him talking.

He was charming, cute, and overall, just a genuine person; could anyone blame me for catching feelings for him? I didn’t expect nor want it to happen, but as we grew into teens, I couldn’t help it. Of course, my friendship with him extended to a friendship with the twins who were also close friends of mine, and also with Josh and Chris’s friends who I now called my own. I loved them all, but none as much as I did with Josh.

My parents were never particularly fond of the man, saying that he was a bad influence with all his pranks, doing the same with Chris, but neither of us cared. He was a good friend, and nothing could change that, even if he did prank us at least twice a month.

In fact, that leads us to where I was right now: covered in water after I was bombarded by water balloons from my brother and my crush.

“You idiots!” I laughed, clearly not meaning the words, despite me being drenched head-to-toe in freezing cold water. They soon joined in with the laughter, growing louder and louder as they stared at me. “I’m freezing.” A pout on my lips was evident as I spoke.

Josh shook his head, still chuckling as he tossed me a towel. “There you go, you know where the bathroom is, go get cleaned up.”

“I didn’t want to give you a towel, but Josh thought we better,” Chris smirked, something which only grew as he noticed the blush quickly darting onto my cheeks; it was clear that he knew of my feelings for the man.

“Screw you, Chris. I’m going for a shower.” I said, shaking my head as I left the room, leaving the pair laughing behind me.

Soon after my shower, I was seated beside Josh and opposite Chris with a warm drink in our hands. It was nice, sitting with the two people I held dearest to my heart whilst we chuckled at a bad movie Josh had put on, a horror, I think.

Chris was soon to fall asleep after finishing his drink, clearly not interested in the movie, either that, or he was exhausted which was also quite possible with the blonde.

“You okay?” Josh whispered to me, trying his best to not wake Chris. “You’ve been quiet all day. Did the prank upset you?”

I smiled slightly, turning to face him. “No, Josh, I’m fine. Just thinking.”

“About what?”

I didn’t want to tell the truth, I couldn’t. How was I supposed to tell him that the reason I was so distracted was because of him. The way he smiled, laughed, even cared for me, despite pranking me earlier on. It was all becoming too much for me to handle and I wasn’t sure how much longer that I could go without exposing my feelings. Chris already knew and he was often oblivious to others feelings, especially with his mutual crush on Ashley.

“A lot of thing,” I admitted, keeping it vague and hoping he wouldn’t ask for more information. However, it wasn’t my lucky day and he raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner.

“You can tell me,” he said.

No, Josh, I can’t, was the first thing to go through my mind. Not about this.

Sensing my silence, he did the typical Josh thing that he knew would get me to cave: puppy eyes.

With a sigh, I spoke. “Promise you won’t judge?”

“I promise,”

Another sigh, “I… like someone,”

Josh’s eyes widened, only for a moment. “Oh…” His voice had an underlying emotion, one I had never heard from his before and something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. “Who is it?” He asked, seemingly pleading once again.

I simply remained silent, all whilst my head screamed his name.

“I won’t judge, I swear,” he pleaded again. “Even if it is someone really stupid.”

“Depends if you’re stupid,” the words left my lips before I could stop them, my eyes immediately widening as I realised my mistake.

“Me…?”

“Shit, sorry,” I sighed, pulling away from him, only to have my hand grabbed, preventing me from moving.

“Don’t move…. Please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Never been surer of anything in my life.” He said, face leaning forward towards me. “Stay still.” He whispered, pausing for a moment before pressing his lips against mine.

It was as though my body went into autopilot, immediately kissing him back as my hand landed on his neck, his going to my waist. I could have stayed like that forever, and perhaps I would have had a voice not broken the moment.

“Finally!!” Chris laughed.

Josh and I pulled away from one another, a blush on both our cheeks.

“Chris!”

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would anyone be interested in a full slow-burn mycroft holmes x reader fic? i have had this idea for like a week and was wondering if anyone would read it before I fully plan :)

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Upon meeting Y/N at Scotland Yard, Sherlock Holmes is immediately confused at his lack of ability to deduce her. Deciding to take up her case to learn more about her, the two form an unlikely friendship.

With the new friendship of his brothers, Mycroft Holmes is quick to research the woman involved, only to be given an enigma of a woman.

Who is she? Where did she come from? And most importantly, why did he feel this way for her?

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would anyone be interested in a full slow-burn mycroft holmes x reader fic? i have had this idea for like a week and was wondering if anyone would read it before I fully plan :)

#bbc sherlock fanfiction #bbc sherlock fanfic #bbcsherlock #bbc sherlock x reader #sherlock #sherlock x reader #sherlock imagine #bbc sherlock imagines #mycroft imagine #mycroft x reader #mycroft #mycroft imagines #mycroft holmes x reader #mycroft holmes imagine #mycroft holmes imagines

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not me returning from a long-ass break to write something about an OC i'm absolutely obsessed with right now!!!

(this is inspired by @mechanicalflowers OC Maria!! TYSM FOR LETTING ME WRITE ABOUT HER <33)

would absolutely recommend checking out their blog!! their art is so good

The click of her camera made Maria smile as she took in the sight in front of her: a snowy mountain with clouds barely visible above. The moon had begun to set behind the mountain, its light glow casting shadows upon the snow. It was a beautiful sight and one that she was glad to be sharing with her best friend, Melissa.

The pair were closer than Maria had ever been with anyone in life before, and quite possibly more than she ever would be in the future if anything was ever to happen to Melissa. Neither of the two could imagine life without the other, nor did they ever wish to.

The other two that the best friends had been travelling with had favoured to get an early night rather than adventure out into the unknown in hopes of seeing some fantastical sights, which they thankfully had. It was nice for them to spend some alone time together, having been travelling with the couple for what felt like quite a while now, ever since Maria’s birthday.

“It’s beautiful,” Melissa’s voice was barely heard over the loud gusts of winds that ran through them, tossing both of their hair into their face. “I never thought they’d have sights like this in Romania, I’m not sure why, but I didn’t expect it.”

“It is,” Maria hummed in agreement. “It was definitely worth the walk, even if we will be exhausted, or I will, at least.” She finished with a slight smile, one which Melissa gladly returned. Times like these were rare for them recently, and they both cherished their time together on the odd occasion that it happened.

“You sure will be,” Melissa chuckled.

A comfortable silence fell between the two as Maria moved to place her camera back in the small camera bag that lay against her hip. Neither of them knew what time it was, but at this point it didn’t matter to them. The others would be long asleep and neither Melissa nor Maria were in a hurry to leave, despite the chilled air and goosebumps rising on their skin.

They took a seat on the cold ground, their thick clothing being the only thin that was preventing them from freezing at the contact and despite the coolness, it was surprisingly comfortable. Something about being in good company with good views made anything and everything comfortable, although it wasn’t long until the pair decided that they should leave; they did have an early start tomorrow.

Whilst the walk back was dark, it wasn’t intimidating. They trusted each other and they trusted the country that they were in; Romania was known for being safe, nothing rarely happened here, especially in small villages like the one that they were going to visit tomorrow.

Nothing could go wrong.

Maria knew that she would be tired the following day, but she hadn’t anticipated just how tired she would be. Tiredness affected many in different ways, but for Maria, it put her in an unusually bad mood. She wouldn’t take her negative mood out on her friends, of course, not at all, but she would take it out on herself internally.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have stayed out for so long, you look exhausted.” Melissa chuckled as she caught sight of Maria’s tired eyes and thick, messy hair.

“I am,” Maria smiled slightly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with a yawn. “I’m so tired, I feel like I could sleep forever, without the death, I mean.” They both laughed. “What are we doing today?”

“I think we’re heading to a market or something. The others decided it would be a good idea last night whilst we were out apparently.”

“That makes sense, we were out for a while.”

“We were,”

In unison, Maria and Melissa lifted themselves from the beds they had been sleeping in for the past few days and wordlessly set about preparing themselves for their later trip. Whilst she was excited to see what the day held for them; Maria was feeling slightly anxious for some reason unbeknownst to her, as though something bad was bound to happen, even if it was unlikely. They may have been in a foreign country, but with the four of them together, it was extremely unlikely that anything would happen to them, anything bad, at least.

It wasn’t long before the four friends were adventuring their way towards a remote village, one that was rarely seen on any map besides the incredibly old ones from many many years ago. Whilst it should have been both odd and suspicious to the group, it instead seemed like nothing more than a fun adventure out into the unknown.

The village itself was colder than anything they had ever experienced, yet it seemed friendly. Each person that they spoke to was incredibly sweet, offering them anything they needed: directions, water, and so on. Never in their life would they have expected that the town would have a dark and horrific secret.

Maria let out a quiet sigh as she wrapped the fabric of her jacket tighter around her in an attempt at retaining some warmth on her cold body. The sigh that she released was visible in the air, yet nobody from the town seemed to notice the coldness. Perhaps they were used to it, Maria thought to herself.

The sign of a market came in their view, not too far away from where they were currently stood. Maria, who pointed out the market to her friends, set off on a brisk walk towards the stalls, excited to see if they had any art supplies.

It was surprisingly busy for such a small village. Had it been in a city, Maria would have expected the amount of people surrounding the place.

“Are you okay, Maria?” Melissa whispered to her friend, having noticed the sudden anxiousness on her face.

“Yeah,” came Maria’s response. “I just need a minute, I won’t be long.” Were her final words before she left the group who cast her some worried glances but chose not to go after her; she most likely just needed some alone time to prepare for the crowd.

Maria wasn’t sure how long she had been gone, the only thing she knew was that the market was no longer in sight and instead it was quiet, no sign of life with one exception.

“Ahh, an unfamiliar face. A tourist, I believe?” The large man sat inside of a wooden cart, a pleased smile on his face as he looked upon the woman. “I am the Duke, it is a pleasure to meet you, Miss-“

“I’m Maria,” she introduced herself with a timid smile, awkwardly rubbing her scarred flesh; it wasn’t every day that she spoke to somebody new.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Maria. Now, what is a girl like you doing in a place like this? We rarely receive visitors in the village, especially not people from places outside of Europe.” How he could tell she wasn’t from the area just by looking at her was beyond Maria, but she didn’t question it and instead favoured to answer his question.

“I’m travelling with some friends,” she said. “We were at the market not far from here, but I just needed a moment alone.”

The Duke nodded with an understanding smile, as though he knew more about her than she could ever guess, and perhaps he did.

“I see. Well, perhaps I could offer you this?” He held out a book that simply read ‘Village of Shadows’, leaving Maria confused as to why she was being offered a children’s story book. The Duke seemed to notice her confusion and offered her an explanation. “A local tale if you will. Perhaps it would tell you more about our culture. Consider it a welcome gift.”

“Thank you, Duke,”

“It is my pleasure, Miss Maria,”

The conversation flowed well between the pair, seeming and feeling as though it was destiny that they were to speak, but it wasn’t long until Melissa had come searching for her friend and with one final word to the Duke, Maria was on her way back to the cabin that she had been staying at with her friends.

The book the Duke had given her remained in her bag as the group settled into the rustic cabin. The weather outside had begun to change into a blizzard and the cold air drafted through the open window which they were quick to close whilst Melissa moved to light the fire.

“I’m going to head and get some groceries,” Melissa said once she had lit said fire, picking up her purse and slipping her shoes back onto her feet.

“Are you sure? It looks horrific out there!” One of their friends asked, peaking outside of the curtain to reveal the worsening weather and it didn’t seem like it would stop anytime soon; it seemed like it would be worse before she even got out of the door.

“I’ll be fine,”

“Are you sure you don’t want us to come with you? Even if it’s just one of us.” Maria offered, worrying about the weather conditions.

Melissa chuckled. “I’ll be fine, Maria. You guys just settle in, I’ll be back before you know it.” She said with a smile, giving them a wave before she left the cabin, keys in hand.

“I hope she’ll be all right,” Maria said, although it was mainly to herself.

The book was now in her hands and Maria would be lying if she said that the story wasn’t interesting. Whilst it seemed too frightening to be a children’s book, she could see the appeal. The illustrations were childlike, but the story, however, was not. Had she been reading this to a young child, she would have shut the story long ago, but it had a grip on her and she simply couldn’t put it down until the end.

“Wait,” the voice of her other friend was what broke Maria from the immersive grip that the book had had on her, “where’s Melissa?”

“She only left like five minutes ago, didn’t she?” Maria asked, oblivious to how much time had passed until she looked towards the wall-clock with wide eyes. “Wait, it’s been that long!?” Shock was evident in her tone at the revelation.

“Yeah, I didn’t notice either,” her friends partner said with a slight chuckle, as though he was trying to ease the anxiety that had forced its way into Maria’s chest. “I suppose we should go look for her, but I’m sure she’s fine.”

With a silent nod, the trio set about to finding their friend.

None of them knew how long they had been searching the town, but it felt like an eternity. Time slowed even more, however, once they found the car that belonged to their friend.

“Oh no,” one of them mumbled upon noticing something that they other two were unable to see.

“What is it?” Maria asked, her worry intensifying at the way her friends body and voice tensed.

“It’s blood…” She whispered. “Wait, there’s some footsteps there!” With a point of the finger, the three of them rushed over to the footsteps in the snow.

“They lead into the forest,” Maria said, her voice quivering as fear filled her eyes.

“I think we should call someone. We can’t just go there alone.”

And so they did.

“I’m afraid there is nothing more we can do,” the officer said, ignoring the glare that a cross-armed Maria gave them. “Your friend must have left of her own accord, there’s nothing else that can explain it.”

“Then why did the footsteps go into the forest?”

“That is knowledge that only your friend possesses, sadly. I’m curious too, but like I said, we can’t do much more than we already have. We searched the forest and there was nothing. I’m sorry.” Were the officer’s final words before leaving the three friends in a stunned silence.

“There has to be more to it than that,” Maria said. “There’s no way Melissa would just leave like that! We have to find her, and I’m going to search that forest. They might not have found something, but I’m sure that we can.” Maria was determined to find her friend, there was nothing that she wouldn’t do for Melissa, and this would prove it.

“Then we will, together.”

“We’ll find her, Maria, even if it’s the last thing that we do.”

Little did they know that it just might be.

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Friendship

Fandom: Halloween/Dead by Daylight

Pairing: Michael Myers x Reader

Words: 2k

Request by: @sweetpotato-97 <3

Part 2 anyone?

Visiting her grandfather at work had always been one of Y/N’s favourite pastimes. He always had something funny to show them or something nice (and tasty) to give them. Dr. Loomis, or ‘G’andad’ as she preferred to call him, had always been there for her through the entire seven years that she had been alive. Despite being overloaded with work from his latest case – a child who murdered his sister in cold blood – he always made sure he took breaks when Y/N came to visit, she was, after all, his only grandchild.

“G’andad!” Y/N yelled with a joyous laugh as she spotted Loomis in the distance of the reception, talking to another nurse, despite her not knowing what they were doing or talking about.

Sam turned around upon hearing her voice, a big smile on his face as he kneeled, arms open ready for her to jump into which she gladly did with a smile that mirrored his, if not wider. The nurse, who was yet to say anything, stood there with a soft smile, admiring them before bidding the Doctor a goodbye and leaving to attend to her duties around the psychiatric unit.

“Hello, Y/N,” Dr. Loomis said, picking the young girl up as he lifted himself to his feet. She snuggled into his chest, using the brown coat as a blanket of sorts. “What should we do today?” He asked her, signalling to the receptionist to let her know that he was taking his break to which they simply nodded, watching as he headed to his office, an unexpected big smile plastered on his lips.

The office, whilst boring, was Y/N’s favourite place in the entire building – one which she believed to be a typical hospital, not a psychiatric one and Sam didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth, even if he wanted to. She cheered as the door closed behind them and she realised where she was. As he set her down on the ground, Y/N rushed towards the brown leather chair situated behind the wooden desk, hopping into the comfort of the seat with a satisfied sigh.

“Don’t you be falling asleep on me!” Loomis jokingly warned her, smiling to himself as she giggled.

The doctor himself reached towards the top drawer in his shelf, opening it to grab a small pack of her favourite sweets, one that he didn’t even know the name on, just the look of the packaging. The noise of the wrapper caught Y/N’s attention immediately and she held her hands out in anticipation before saying a desperate ‘pleeeeease’ to which he simply chuckled and passed her the candy. She didn’t open it immediately, however, telling Sam about how she needed to save them, or something of the sort, he couldn’t exactly remember what she had said.

It was a sweet sight for him to see his granddaughter so happy whilst sat in his chair with a bag of sweets in hand, but nothing lasts forever, and a sigh left his lips as he was paged to go see one of his patients who had no doubt hurt themselves or somebody else.

“Stay there, I won’t be long,” were his final words before he rushed off to find out what his patient had done.

It wasn’t long until Y/N grew bored of waiting for her grandfather and decided to go explore the hospital; the worst she could see was someone sick, at least in her mind, and so she climbed off of the comfortable chair and headed outside of the unlocked office, venturing out into the first room she could find which just so happened to be the canteen.

Much to her dismay, there was nobody her age, in fact, the only person close to her age was a few years older than her, probably around nine or ten, not that it mattered to her, of course, she was just happy that the room wasn’t filled with adults.

The boy, whose name Y/N didn’t know, was seated alone at a table in the corner of the room, a plate of some gross-looking food in front of him which he didn’t seem too very fond of eating. Pity grew on her and she found herself rushing over to the table and taking a seat opposite him.

“Hi!” She grinned at the boy who simply spared her a threatening look, one which did not deter her. “I’m Y/N, what’s your name?”

The boy seemed to think for a moment before spotting the sweets in her hand and decided to speak for the first time in forever. “Michael.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Michael” Would you like a sweet?” Without hesitation, Y/N ripped open the bag of sweets and offered him one from the pack, something he gladly took; food there wasn’t exactly the best, to say the least.

Her smile towards him never faded, it only grew, even if she was the only one speaking. She didn’t mind being the only one talking, Sam had taught her that not everyone is a chatterbox like her, something which she had giggled at.

A bell rang, signalling that the patients must return to their rooms and with one final ‘goodbye’, Michael left Y/N behind who was quick to return to Sam’s office, acting as though she had never left. She wasn’t stupid, she knew that she would get in trouble for leaving, especially if she had been talking to strangers, but something about him felt different; not only was he around her age, but there was something different about him to other kids she knew and all she knew was that she was desperate to see him again.

The next time Y/N saw Michael was a week after their first encounter. She had brought two bags of sweets: one for her and one for Michael if she was to see him. A giddy smile was on her face as she entered to hospital, only this time it was for a different reason; she was excited to see Michael again.

It didn’t take long for her to pass Michael, in fact, it was on the way in and she smiled at him, discreetly handing him a bag of sweets as he walked past her, one which he took and hid without making it obvious to the others around them. Their interaction had her smiling for the rest of the day.

Y/N began visiting her grandfather more and more often throughout the weeks, eventually leading to her seeing him at work every day, even while he was working. However, little did he know that her visits weren’t for him, but for Michael. Loomis had never noticed how she would disappear from his office whilst he was working or how she would bring an extra bag of sweets or a little gift for his killer patient. Each visit and interaction with Michael had her becoming happier and more attached to the boy and she would constantly be planning her next visit and what she would bring for him. Whilst he didn’t talk to her, not often anyway, she didn’t mind speaking for them both, something Michael himself was oddly grateful for considering most peoples got frustrated that he didn’t speak and it was annoying, yet Y/N was never bothered.

“Hi, Michael!” She greeted the boy with her usual smile, earning an almost unnoticeable nod from him. “I brought you a gift.” Y/N reached out to hand him the usual bag of sweets, but there was something else in her hand: a friendship bracelet. It wasn’t that she expected him to take it, she had learned that he wasn’t the biggest fan of people and friendships, but she decided to make him one anyway, just in case he would take it and, to her surprise, he did. He slipped the threaded bracelet over his wrist, tightening it and giving her a small smile before digging into his sweets.

The pair sat in a comfortable silence for a while, before Y/N heard the name of her grandfather being called and caught a glimpse of his coat through the window. In a moment of panic, she ducked beneath the table, landing on the floor beside Michael’s feet. Despite the pain, she knew it had to be done; Loomis could never find out about their friendship, he would go berserk and forbid her from seeing her new friend.

Michael didn’t even spare her a glance, presumably knowing what was going on, which made it even less obvious what had just happened and it wasn’t exactly like any of the other patients were going to snitch on her; they were too sick to notice, Y/N assumed, still unaware of why Michael and the others were in the hospital and she had never asked, not that she would get a response, of course. It was Michael, after all. She had no idea and both Loomis and Michael prayed that she never would; she was too innocent to be involved with all of this, it was the one thing that they both agreed on.

It wasn’t difficult for Michael to guess her involvement with his doctor. She was young and he was old, so clearly a grandparent. Surprisingly enough, he didn’t care, she was the first person in a long time to show him genuine kindness and not treat him like the monster that most believe him to be. She was the first genuinely kind soul in his life, and he didn’t want to lose that, despite not admitting that to himself just yet.

“Is he gone?” The whisper from her caught Michael’s attention who simply nodded once he was certain that Loomis had left. He almost laughed at the mess of her hair when she popped back up, but he didn’t. “Phew! That was close. I should go, but I’ll see you again soon! Bye, Michael.”

Little did they both know, they would never see each other again in this world.

Y/N had no idea how long she had been in the entity’s realm, but each day felt like torture. Despite this, she had still made some good friends along the way, befriending each new survivor around the campfire with ease; her kindness never left. Laurie, the latest survivor, was detailing her past encounters with a man name Michael yet Y/N wasn’t entirely listening, too caught up in her memories of her past friend. She wishes she could have just said goodbye to him, given him a hug, anything that meant he wouldn’t believe that she had just abandoned him.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Meg whispered to the woman beside her, noticing her lost in her thoughts.

“Yeah,” came her simple response.

Meg, who decided to leave her to her thoughts, turned her attention back to Laurie who was still telling the group stories from her past.

Being summoned to a trial was the last thing Y/N wanted whilst she was attempting to rest and clear her mind from her previous thoughts about her past friend. Of course, there was nothing she could do about this besides sigh to herself as she began rushing around Haddonfield, unaware of the gaze following her every move.

With three survivors sacrificed, Y/N was the only one left whilst also being unharmed which was a shock to her considering how brutal and talented the new killer, who she hadn’t seen at all throughout the trial, was.

As she ventured around the new map in search for hatch, Y/N almost screamed as she ran into the killer. Cursing herself, the girl took a step back, looking up to see the killer whose name she didn’t even know.

Rather than try to run, Y/N simply offered the masked man a smile. “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

The killer froze for a moment, before turning around and signalling for her to follow him for some unknown reason, yet she did so anyway.

Their walk was silent, the only noise being her panting and the masked mans breaths. Y/N still had no idea what was going on until she stumbled into the mans stopped body right in front of the hatch. The eyes behind his mask held some familiarity to Y/N, yet she couldn’t quite place it until she heard the man say his name as she jumped into the hatch.

“Michael.”

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Slasher word prompts

Contains:

Michael Myers

The Sinclair brothers

Jason Voorhees

Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Krueger

Michael Myers - punish:

Michael had always been protective over her ever since he staked his claim over her. He would kill anybody who hurt, or tried to hurt, her, there was no doubt about it. He would do anything for the woman he…loved? He hadn’t exactly come to terms with that word yet, but she wasn’t like the others who he killed.

That alone is what lead him to punishthe barely conscious man who was strapped to the chair in front of Michael. He had attempted to take what belonged to him and that didn’t settle right with Michael. She was his and his alone, nobody else could have her; he would stop anyone who tried to take her from him.

She was his and his alone.

Bo Sinclair - increase:

There had been a recent increase in visitors to the town that needed to be taken care of, one including a pretty girl whose name he now knew to be Y/N. She wasn’t like the other people who came to the town, she was different. Y/N was sweet to his brother which was already a green flag in his books, a flag which became even brighter when she defended Lester from her teasing friends. She clearly wasn’t like the others and that’s why he didn’t want her to be part of the town.

“She’s not for the town,” Bo told Vincent as he removed his tie, tossing it onto the bed in front of him. “Make sure she’s not harmed.” Vincent nodded in agreement before leaving to take care of her friends.

Maybe he didn’t always have to be the bad guy.

Lester Sinclair - prevent:

It wasn’t often that Lester came across friendly people, let alone people who would willingly get into his car without a fuss. It was a nice change, at least for him, especially when it was someone as sweet and cute as Y/N.

Her smile never faltered as they spoke, him driving away from Ambrose and to a genuine town a few miles past it. She was too kind for her own good and Lester couldn’t help but feel protective over her.

Yes, he would get a yelling at from Bo, but if he could prevent her death, then he could take it.

Vincent Sinclair - shave:

Y/N had no idea what events had led to this event and she couldn’t help ponder why she was doing this as she sat in the chair in front of Vincent, ready for him to shave off her hair. It was a tough decision, but she felt as though it was the right one.

Vincent stared down at his girlfriend, waiting for approval which she was quick to give and it wasn’t long until her hair was gone. She couldn’t decide whether she loved or hated it. But Vincent loved it.

He would love her, no matter what she did and looked like.

Jason Voorhees - coach:

It was unexpected that a coach full of teenagers would come trespass on the camp, but not everything could be predicted in life, although Jason’s anger was. His anger wasn’t directed towards her, no it never would be, but the campers/trespassers. He left her with one final kiss on the head as he left to chase those who dare enter his homeland.

He would build a better and quieter life for them with what he could do.

Bubba Sawyer - interesting:

She was an interesting one, that wasn’t difficult to see, even Bubba’s family agreed, that was one of the reasons that they invited her to stay for dinner.

She knew what they did, yet she didn’t care. She seemed unphased that she was eating the meat of her friends, she seemed to enjoy it, that simply added to the interest that Bubba was feeling. He wanted to know more about her, she was also really attractive, he could feel himself blushing at the thought.

Maybe it wasn’t always bad to be weird.

Freddy Krueger - lovely:

Never before had Freddy met someone as lovely as her.

When he first entered her dreams, she didn’t seem affected by his deformed face, nor his hand. It came as a shock to him, never having someone so unafraid of him, this shock became more evident as she greeted him with a smile and a ‘hello’.

She never treated him badly throughout the weeks that he entered her dreams, mainly to talk to her and get to know her better; he did want to know why she didn’t fear him, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered to him was being in her presence.

Freddy could feel himself falling for her but he didn’t find it in him to care.

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Random word prompt - Why (v.s)

i'm currently working on a series of word prompts. feel free to send in a word and a character and i will write something based on the word!

fandom: house of wax

pairing: vincent sinclair x reader

prompt: why

Why?

Vincent was often left wondering why in many scenarios.

Why isn’t this working? Why doesn’t this look how I want it to? Why does she love me? It really depended on the day. Although, the main question in his mind would be why does she love me?

It wasn’t that he doubted her love for him, no, not at all, but he did wonder why. He wasn’t the best-looking guy, at least in his eyes, and he didn’t exactly provide the best company according to him (and his brother), but she still loved him, nonetheless. Even on his bad days, her love never faltered, and neither did his.

He loved her with every bone on his body and nothing could ever change that, nor did he want it to. She was everything to him: his love, his muse, his everything. No matter what happened, no matter what others said, he would always love her, even if others asked why.

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Chapter Two

Karl Heisenberg x Reader

The fourth Lord, and the most dangerous was what was running through her head, yet Y/N wasn’t afraid. Her gun was still pointed towards him, yet he didn’t care and continued smoking his cigar; it was as though he didn’t care much for the silent threat, which, in all honesty, he didn’t.

Y/N watched as the scruffy Lord raised an eyebrow. “Where is she!?” Her words were demanding, but he simply chuckled.

“You’re going to have to be more specific,” whilst hers were demanding, his words were teasing and they were testing her patience.

“Tell me where my sister is, asshole, or I swear I will blow your brains out.”

“I’m flattered, truly, but you should know that I can kill your quicker than your silly little gun will kill me.” Karl smirked, shrugging his shoulders as he tossed his cigar to the ground, stamping on it to put it out fully.

Without moving her gun which was pointing at his head, Y/N spoke again. “Where. Is. She?”

Her gun was almost against his temple, her finger ready to pull the trigger at any given moment, all whilst he simply chuckled, finding it most amusing and oddly cute at how unafraid she was; it was a nice change from the other humans being terrified of his mere existence.

“You won’t kill me,” he taunted, “You need to know what I do.”

With one final glare, she finally holstered her gun. “Fine.”

The smirk on his lips widened at her never wavering anger. Even when she didn’t have a weapon in her hands, she wasn’t afraid, not to mention, she could probably fight anyone who tried to harm her with few exceptions, him being one of them.

Now that she was no longer threatening him, he didn’t exactly know what to say. He didn’t even know exactly where her sister was, and didn’t know whether he wanted to help her at all, but then again… she could be exactly what he needs.

“I have a deal,” he said, “you help me with what I need, and I’ll help you with finding your sister or whatever.”

“What do you need?”

“I need you to help me take down to bitch who took your sister.”

“,,,Deal.”

The walk to the factory was painfully awkward. No matter how much Heisenberg wanted to break the silence to ease the tension, he couldn’t bring himself to, nor did he know what to say. Y/N, who was still unsure as to his true intentions, didn’t exactly want to talk to him, knowing that he could possibly have some involvement in Abigail’s disappearance. She just hoped she was all right, but something in her gut was telling her otherwise, but she couldn’t abandon hope, not until she found her.

“Where are we even going?” Y/N asked, seeing nothing around them besides trees,

“My factory,” Karl said, glad that she had finally spoke. “It’ll be easier and safer to talk there. No risk of us being watched or heard.”

His words confused her. Wasn’t he one of those in charge here? And who is the bitch he was referring to? All these questions were something that she had forgotten to ask considering the mention of information on her sister.

Silence was her chosen response and Karl was incredibly thankful that they were nearing the factory so they could finally have a conversation about everything. He had no idea what to say to her, though. It wasn’t like he could feed her false information, that wouldn’t be fair and even Karl had some morals left, especially for someone as caring as her, even if the care wasn’t directed towards him. Oh how he wished someone would care for him that way… Although he was quick to snap away from those thoughts; now wasn’t the time.

The factory, which was now in view, amazed Y/N. She had heard rumours about the village, mainly from her job at the BSAA, but she had never expected there to be a factory as big and as beautiful as this, especially not one which belonged to the awkward and messy looking man beside her. She wasn’t given much time to admire the place, however, considering how on-guard she felt, ready to whip out her gun and shoot the strange man or other enemies at any given moment.

Inside the factory impressed her as much as the outside. It was big on the inside, but felt even bigger once she was inside. Karl, who looked just as unsure as he did a few moments ago, offered her a seat in one of the rooms that she had followed him to; she wasn’t sure whether to accept or not, but decided to do so considering how much he seemed to want her on his side, yet she wasn’t entirely sure why.

“Right,” Heisenberg began, clearing his throat, mainly to give him chance to think through what he was going to say, “are you in or not?”

“Will it help me find my sister?”

“Yes. I don’t know exactly where she is, but I know who took her, is that enough?” He was silently praying that it would be, the praying becoming more desperate as she seemed to debate whether to side with him or not.

“I guess so.” She said. “It’s not like I have any other leads.”

The quiet sigh of relief didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N who became curious at how desperate he was to take down whoever had his sister. She wanted to know his backstory and why he hated them so much.

“Miranda, Mother Miranda, whatever you want to call her. That’s who took your sister and who we’re going to destroy.” He explained, keeping it short so he didn’t have to explain exactly why, but she wasn’t going to let him off that easily.

“Why? I mean, I know why I need to, but you? Isn’t she the one who you work for?”

“I should’ve know you would ask.” Karl laughed, yet there was no humour behind it. Y/N raised an eyebrow and he huffed; he had no choice, but he couldn’t tell her too much. “She took me here, no matter how much I didn’t want to.”

The seated woman’s eyes widened, unsure what tot say. “I’m sorry.” Was all she could muster up and they fell into an awkward silence when he didn’t verbally reply, just nodded. “Then, lets do this. Justice for you, and I get back Abigail.” After her words, she smiled at him for the first time and he smiled back.

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i’m debating releasing this in chapters considering how long it’ll be, so this would be chapter one! it’d also be quicker for readers ^^

Here’s a snippet from a Heisenberg x reader fic that I’m currently working on! It’ll be a long one, so I hope y’all are ready for when it’s complete :) Let me know if you’re interested in seeing the full piece once it’s done too!

It was cold, as to be expected in a snowy village, yet Y/N couldn’t help but sigh, watching her breath fly in front of her. The village itself was quiet, no sign of life anywhere. Perhaps it was the cold winter air, or maybe something more sinister. Y/N didn’t care, no, this was the last lead on her sister that she had, and she certainly wasn’t going to waste time contemplating why there were no people around; it didn’t matter, not to her, and with her eyes darting everywhere, she pushed forward.

The village itself seemed quite rundown, at least more so than the other places she had been. It was only small and seemed incredibly cramped. Too lost in her observations, Y/N almost missed the voice speaking to her.

“And who might you be?” The man asked with a kind smile as he sat inside he carriage.

Spinning on her heels, Y/N pointed her gun towards the stranger who simply raised his hands in surrender.

“No need for the hostility. I’m the Duke, merchant here in this village.” He introduced himself, yet Y/N didn’t let her guard down.

“I’m Y/N,” was her simple response, gun still pointed towards him, yet he simply laughed, a joyous sound.

“Ah, at long last,” he said. “The woman searching for her sister, I’ve been wondering when you’d show up here.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she held the gun closer towards the Duke. “Where is she!?”

“Calm down, Y/N, there is no need for unnecessary violence, I am here to help. Anything you need, items or information, I will be here to help.”

Y/N lowered her gun at the genuine tone he had, although she didn’t put it away just yet. “Where is she?”

“Why, she will be with one of the Lords, of course. Now, I don’t know too much about what happened to her, nobody does, but I can assure you she will be with one of them.”

“The Lords? Who are they?”

As the Duke began his explanation about the Lords, Y/N took the time to look around the village, mainly the castle which wasn’t too far from where she was currently; maybe she should start there, she thought.

“Thank you, Duke, you’ve been very helpful.” She smiled, not quite a full small, but the Duke was happy nonetheless.

“I will you the best of luck in your search for Abigail, Y/N.”

She simply nodded.

Surrounded by hairy and bloodthirsty creatures that Y/N didn’t know the name of, she shot each of them down expertly, not missing a single bullet. It wasn’t long until the monsters were dead, Y/N letting out a sigh of relief, but that wasn’t the only being around her.

“Well, well, that’s quite a show you just put on.”

The woman spun around, gun pointed towards the smoking man who was, oddly enough wearing sunglasses.

“Well that ain’t very nice now, is it?” He smirked. “Names Heisenberg, and don’t worry about introducing yourself, I know exactly who you are.”

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Chapter One

Karl Heisenberg x Reader