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lizzaneia-elizalde · 1 month

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Another yandere set 2 ask, from yours truly! This is another one inspired by the yandere set 1 asks regarding fatherhood…

How would each of the yanderes’ react/behave during their darling’s labor and post-labor?

I wanna know who’s panicking, composed, excited, etc.

Sorry I got baby fever right now…

Yandere men and their darling in labor and post-labor

Assuming the reader this time is AFAB, or is in an A/B/O situation! By the way, i'm so sorry if i'm moving so slow with the requests! I've been busy lately so i'm trying my best to write.

"Why don't you just close the requests?" True, but some people use the ask box to talk and chat to me without compromising their anonymity. So, I hope you can be patient! I don't really like rejecting asks, so I probably will answer all of them. I know, I can reject them or not answer. I'm working on it lol. Especially that there's a lot of asks like these, which includes all the yandere OCs in a set... It's a bit exhausting. I kind of regret it, but hey, we're here already lol.

I added a section of... You'll know if you read HAHA

YAN! DELINQUENT

Liam will definitely panic. He's sweaty, he's smiling, he's about to blow off his top from the way the nurses were so nonchalant with your labor (It's normal). Can't they see you're about to die (You're contracting)?! Oh god, you can't voice out your pain without you talking (The midwives are not dumb enough to not read body language)! He will swear up and down that no more babies. NO MORE! It's already painful enough seeing you get swarmed by other people, let alone touch you.

Post labor Liam will be calm, fussy, and overprotective. Well, more overprotective than usual. He has a 70/30 chance of fainting, and will praise the gods if you delivered safely.

But, if you died... He will let out a gut wrenching cry by the foot of your bed. The baby won't even be noticed by him as he clenches his chest, sobbing and heaving his heart out. It will take more than days to calm him down, and have the heart to take care of your child. He will love the child, since he knows the child is innocent. But a big, gaping you-shaped hole in his heart is carved painfully in place.

YAN! BULLY

Uno will be the quiet panic-type. He sure is calm... On the inside. He's about to scream and rip the heads off of everyone who's touching you even a smidge wrong. NO MALE HANDS! NEVER! He's never been like this, ever. Even in your wedding, pregnancy, he never panicked. So why now? He's biting his cheeks to the point it bled, and you swore every single nurse and midwife in the delivery ward were yelled at by Uno.

Post-delivery Uno will calm down and act like nothing happened. "See? I know you can do it, nerd." Yeah sure. As if you can't see the blood stained teeth from him biting his cheeks. For the first time, he'll cherish a person other than you. He's so soft that it's new to you too.

If you died, Uno will turn the whole hospital up and down. He'll ruin everything, blame the midwives and nurses for not taking care of you enough, the hospital for lacking the resources to make a safe delivery.... And unfortunately, your child for killing you off. I'm gonna be honest, Uno will be the type to blame the child for your death. So, be healthy, darling!

YAN! NSFW ASMRTIST

Rose would be composed. He knew you were gonna be fine. Of course, nervousness will still be there, but he had enough trust in this hospital that he hopes you and your baby will be fine. That, and all of those breeding roleplays was his fault so he had to be composed since he brought it upon himself.

Post-delivery Rose would be relieved. He's right. And the cute little bugger is so small. He fits just by 3/4's of his arm. Wait, why is the baby so small? Are they really this small? But you were eating quite a lot... He's also a big guy, so the genes..? Is it from you? Or just recessive? He will have many questions. All those pregnancy asmr roleplays didn't really help.

If you died, Rose would feel like the whole world collapsed on his feet. What do you mean you died? He swears you would be okay. That you will be alive and well. He suddenly feels an immense guilt eating him up. Should he have panicked more? Should he have ensured the personnel that you're going to be alright? He sinks to his knees, weeping. He will swear on your body to take care of the baby well.

YAN! ISEKAI'ED ADVENTURER

Aeron is definitely skeptical. Sure, this world has magic, but it doesn't have the technological advancement of the modern world. It's also a world where he can't be with you in the delivery room. So all he could do is pace around the hall as he hears your cries of pain. He'll also cry with you if the delivery was too long for both of your likings.

Post-delivery Aeron will burst through the door and will go to you first. "Are you fine? Do you feel lethargic? Do you feel weak?!" The nurses have to pull him off of you so you can have the baby latch on you. He'll pout, but grips his arm as he watches you and the baby with a fond smile.

If you died... Aeron will regret everything. He knew he should have found a way back to the modern world. Maybe you could have delivered safely. He shouldn't have had a baby with you. A demon king's child will be too much on a mage's body, with all of those mana mixing. The whole hospital will be engulfed in demonic power as he suffocated everyone except his kid. He'll disappear with the child, forever retreating to the Demon realm to raise the kid alone.

YAN! PLAYER

Amor would be excited. He never thought he'll finally get a kid of his own after years and his past life. His parents spoiled him a lot, his guardian angels (gods) spoil him too. And this kid? A product of you and him?! Gods above! That's like, such a blessing! He'll be persistent in asking the nurses and midwives if the kid is there, if you're alright... OH god are you okay? All of these other people touching you... He feels the bile rising up to his mouth. But he knew these people are just doing their job, and then--

Post delivery Amor would be all over you. He'll kiss your face, your lips, your forehead, immediately buy you food you cannot have, and spoil you rotten as you recover. And his kid? Oh his kid is so cute! Look at them. So pretty and small... Is that his nose? Oh they got your eyes! His hair color and your hair texture... Oh they're the perfect mix!

This is one of the rare times were you are guaranteed on not dying... In the backstage, Amor shook the gods on putting so many blessings on your body to make sure your delivery will be safe and easy. That the child will be healthy. So, no deaths at all.

YAN! PARASITE

Acheron will be overly cautious one. He will have you deliver in your home, in his lab, where he transformed it to a delivery ward. He trained in birthing too, so he's as good as professional midwives too. He will be there for you, ensuring that the pregnancy will end well. Because honestly, technically speaking, this child is from this body of his and yours. Not your original body. So he's a bit conflicted.

Post-delivery Acheron is smug. He knew he could handle the delivery well. The baby is healthy, and he's planning on how to make the kid a parasite too. Which can earn your ire or approval, depending on what you want. But now, he's content, and actually loved this little kid, despite knowing the biological composition of the kid.

If you "died", Acheron will be filled with regret too. He wasn't skilled enough. He should've listened and admitted you to a hospital. He'll have to extract the parasite from your body and dump the body, and then find another body for you to inhabit. He'll have to nurse your parasite form to healthy levels first before letting you wriggle into a body. He will be a bit cold to the child though, but a bit more time with him will calm him down.

YAN! EMPEROR

Callisto will only have the best midwives. He'll be overbearing, making sure you WILL be alright. He will, for the first time, be religious and pass by the church to pray that your delivery will be safe. He will force himself in the delivery room. No matter what anyone says. He's the nervous type, biting his nail and barking orders if something even went wrong just a bit.

Post-delivery Callisto will be proud. He's not the type to freak out, he'll just feel the calm washing over him as he showers you with kisses, saying "you did so well", "thank you so much", "Take your time recovering", etc. The baby, he's more or less concerned since he knew the baby will be fine.

If you died though, he'll storm out of the palace, then to the church, and blasphemize the whole place. If he's the chosen one, then why did you die? Why did the love of his life slip past him? After hours of desecrating the church, he will be hell bent on revenge, making the church the enemy. His kid will be not loved, unfortunately. He will neglect them, only providing the bare minimum. Don't get him wrong, the kid will be the heir, but they have to prove himself.

YAN! COLLEGE STUDENT

Alpheus would be the type to be suddenly so overwhelmed with worry. Since he's never been one to feel, the sudden feeling of panic, dread, and worry settled in his stomach. He would probably lay down on the hospital floor, clutching his belly as he rocks back and forth. The nurses and midwives would have to fuss over him before you to the point that you're getting annoyed. He will have to be separated from you, or else he'll probably goes to shock when he hears your pained cries.

When you're done, he goes to your side, crawls beside you, and becomes a clingy mess. He'll apologize, kiss and nuzzle you. He can't believe he subjected you to such a painful ordeal. One child. Just one is enough. He can't have you (and himself) be in this situation again. But the baby is worth it.

When you die, Alpheus will for the first time, cry from grief. It's his first time experiencing something like this, that it overwhelms him. He CANNOT father your child. Unless some divine intervention happens and he'll be fine again. The child will go to his parents, and they'll hope that he'll recover, for the baby's sake and yours up in heaven.

YAN! DEEP SEA CREATURE

Viper's not a worrywart. Since you can't exactly go to the civilization to deliver your eggs safely in time, he would have to let you birth on what's akin to a nest. He'll be there with you, his hands all over your body as he whispers encouraging words to your ears. use his tail as a pillow, who cares. As long as you're comfortable and safe, everything will be fine.

Post-delivery will have Viper give one of his rare smiles. He massages you gently, telling you that you did great, feeding you food, and then fixing the clutch of eggs you birthed. He will have you asleep in no time to rest your weary body as he fusses over the eggs and making sure none of them are wrong.

If you actually died during the birthing process, there will be only two outcomes. If you came to him willingly and you weren't forced to love him, he would take care of the eggs diligently, not wanting to waste your life. If you didn't, let's just say a little cannibalism goes a long way with eggs. Viperfish caviar, anyone?

YAN! HUNTER

Orion will panic throughout your pregnancy. He really thought that he's gonna be the laidback type, knowing you'll be fine and whatnot. But noooo. Now he's here, pacing back and forth in the delivery room as he watches your face wince and cry from the pain. Oh, he almost can't take it anymore. He's begging you to get an epidural. He's really doing it. If you refused, he would shut up and look at you like a puppy kicked. But who cares about him rn? You're giving birth!

Post-delivery Orion will have him faint lol. He'll already wake up when you are cleaned up with the baby also cleaned up. He'll zoom past the nurses and midwives then go to you, where you held the baby up to your breasts to feed. He'll feel a much more overwhelming love in his heart, and he cries his heart out. If it's a clutch of eggs, he'll be starry eyed as he watched the eggs float in an egg incubator, eyes filled with adoration and gratefulness to you.

If you died, he'll be more or less in denial. No way, right? No way you just died like that after giving birth to your precious child/children. You just left them like that? You're so heartless. But deep down, he knew it wasn't your fault. And he goes home that day, eyes hollow, but filled with grief and love for your baby/ies.

YAN! KING

Soma would be pissy. Nobody should talk to him, or he'll blow his top off to them. You were giving birth! Can nobody understand that?! This is a crucial time that it needs his 101%, no, infinity percentage of his attention if that makes sense. He'll also break the rules and be inside the delivery room, letting you hold his hand and even break it. May it be from the pain or from you wanting to exact revenge. Who cares? He'll let you break it if it meant your comfort.

post-delivery Soma would be a lot calmer, and he'll immediately order the people to make you more comfortable, and treat you to make your recovery as fast as possible. Your kid will be given the best amenities, and made sure to have the best upbringing. Hell, he'll have the kid enrolled already and they only got birthed lol.

If you died, he'll be in a stormy mix of emotions. First, grief, second, denial, third, anger, and fourth, relief. Soma knew that what he did to you was wrong and not normal. He doesn't regret it at all. But now that you died when he himself did this to you... As he carries your baby in his arms, he somehow felt relief that you're gone from his clutches, and probably off to somewhere safer than by his side. He will take care of the baby, and he will slowly turn to normal.

YAN! GOD

Technically speaking, Liviticus can just spawn a kid. With the right genetic mix, etc. So it's up to you if you want to go with the nuances of pregnancy. He will be calm. Like, calm calm. It's almost unnerving how he smiles and leads you to an almost fantasy like ward (a forest) laid you down on the delivery bed (a comfortable circle mattress by the foot of a gigantic tree trunk) with helpers in tow (fantastical beasts), and guides you to a safe delivery. You weren't in pain, just a dull ache in your system as you push your child.

Post-delivery Liviticus will have him shower you with the most dazzling display of flowers and sprites dancing around you. The whole forest, and somehow the whole world feeling festive as they made this day a celebration, getting a divine message that the God's child is born. Everyone is ecstatic as they gave thanks to you, and worship you, and give blessings to you.

Again, unlikely to die. Considering your mortal body is dead, and now you're a goddess/god, you cannot die no matter what.

YAN! PROSECUTOR

Yuta was a nervous soon to be father, but he's more or less calm. He's following procedures to a tee, almost robot like. But in reality, he's on autopilot. He already panicked enough internally that he's robotic in your delivery day. You're already worried enough, why would he burden you with his whims and wiles too? He can't afford you getting your mind off of the baby at all. So, he's acting all calm and collected as he held your hand, wishing for everything to be over.

Post-birth Yuta will have him finally break down. At first, all of the personnel around him and you will be shocked as he slumps down to his knees. He doesn't even know why too. Until the tears fell, one by one and he's sobbing from relief. He'll thank you a thousand times, prostrate in front of you, and be spoiling you once you're good to eat. He's truly grateful.

If you die, Yuta will also fall to his knees and sob, but this time from grief as he lost his trusty partner, his true love. Why did he kill all of those people for? Just for you to die? He misses you a lot. He wants to hold you, kiss you again... But all for naught. Mysteriously, the people who helped you give birth died in random patterns. He'll also include others to put the suspicion off of him. But who cares right now? As he cradles your baby and watches the whole midwifery section burn and ensure that no mother dies from giving birth, he sighs, and wishes you were there with him.

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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Wholesome sibling antics with cricket crew? Like them getting reader on video/streams alot to play games (actual siblings) or maybe reader is a streamer and is very close with them, making people think you're siblings!

— 🦈 anon

oooo okay okay! I see the vision mwhahahahah ; and welcome to the family 🦈 anon! thanks for joining us :)

HANDSOME BROS ; sibling antics

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo & badlinu

warnings ; language, talk/jokes of killing, use of sibling!reader but can easily be skipped over/offered alternatives

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

siblinginnit goes crazy (if you're adopted or not/you're just that tight with him that you're basically siblings. I'm being inclusive I swear 😭🙏 maybe you just have different dads who knows)

you're also a streamer 💀💀

lots of fans came from your brothers' rise in fame, but most of them actually see you for your own person and not just Tommy's sibling

(or tommy's very close friend if you don't wanna imagine you're related that's totally cool)

you stream pretty frequently together

lots of your streams feature Molly because you gossip and make crafts together and shit

when you're streaming with Tommy, the yelling at playful fighting never ends

jack, freddie, tubbo & molly act as your peacemakers LMAO

board game streams once a month so you can gossip and shit

people making fanart of you two >>>

"siblinginnits 🔛🔝"

("I wish they were real siblings so they could share horror stories of each other growing up 💀💀")

vlogs go crazy when you're there istg

at least 3 mins of each video is you two just bickering and barking over dumb shit

TUBBO

"are tubbo and y/u/n siblings?"

"no but they act like it"

if he's not streaming for tubbathon or on the qsmp bc he's a suffering addict, he's probably making videos or streaming with you

you just have that clear dynamic that even tho you're not related, you're found family in every universe

late night board game streams >>>

or chill mc smp streams where you two just argue over what to use and complain about each others builds LMAO

you arguing with him that he needs to eat real food

him arguing back saying you should help him then

you made your qsmp selves be twins so...

somehow you're worse than cellbit & bagi

usually tubbo doesn't have sunny around to see but you guys are so violent to one another 💀

"wdym siblings don't threaten to kill one another?"

"my brother in christ"

but then comes the amazing fanart and fanworks 🙏🙏

sibling duo for the win

RANBOO

you're just that cool and tight with him yk

the fact that you're credited in the end of genloss s1 as creative writer 372828 or something, people started speculating maybe you were siblings??

you really don't look alike at all but alright chat

but yeah, you're very close and tend to talk/stream/record a lot together

you make a whole vlog channel and it's mostly you two going on adventures and stuff

helping them out with the rebrand too

you'll often play games together all night and half the stream is just you guys fighting over the best yogurt flavor

"Ran, I will come to your house and beat you up"

"I'm just saying I think I'm in the right here"

charlie and sneeg are like your uncles

the peacemaker uncles because there's no way you can be out in public without causing a scene 💀

you guys take .5s of each other EVERYWHERE

your insta stories are just spam .5s 💀🙏🙏

and dumbass roasts of each other

the fanart is cool tho, often they dress you guys in "I love my sibling" shirts LMFAO

FREDDIE BADLINU

you're actually adopted (much like Tommy /j)

but obviously, with Freddie comes the pain of him not getting your charger downstairs for you

LMAO but fr, uno and monopoly streams are very normal

lots of trying each others wardrobes out as well

hackett siblings fanart (as little as there is) goes hard

you guys do a little soldier march whenever Tommy mentions America, and he notices but doesn't connect it for a solid 3 months 💀

average sibling pranks as well, considering you're so close in age

your main victims are usually ranboo, tommy, and jack

djing with tubbo>>>> making bangers up in here

the amount of .5s you have of each other is worrying

you're both too lazy to delete them so you have the ugliest pictures of each other 💀💀

"my brothers leaving to go on a tour. what do I do to prank him when he gets back?"

"y/n this isn't the private account"

"damnit"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #tubbo x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #cricket crew #cricket crew x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader

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sahyoluvr · 9 months

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detriment - huh yunjin x femreader

genre: angst, fluff, mental health

warnings: mentions of stress and emotional exhaustion

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to make things simple you were worried about yunjin. lately, she seemed to be shouldering the weight of the world, with the constant demands of fame taking a toll on her well-being.

you didn’t blame her for any of it. you’d felt the same way in your first few years of debuting with izone. but by this moment in time, all such things weren’t apparent to you, nor was it to chaewon, and certainly not sakura.

you wanted to tell her how you loved her, you wanted to hug and kiss away any ease of pain she might have but she wasn’t in the right headspace to process that sort of information. and without affectionate emotional support and only a ear to lend you felt as if everything was adding up and also breaking you down at the same time.

when you arrive at the dorm from practice, it’s merely a coincidence the other girls want to get delivery and eat together, while you and yunjin would stay in your own dorm and rest.

after washing up you walk up to the sofa, yunjin splayed out across it lazily.

“hey," you softly spoke, "mind if i join you?"

yunjin smiles weakly, appreciating your presence. "of course not. it’s been a while since we’ve talked."

as you make yourself comfortable on the couch, yunjin takes a deep breath in, and you could see the strain in her eyes. you inwardly sigh; every conversation was always the same, as bad as you felt, you wanted one where you had a normal conversation, not playing a game of therapist and patient.

"it's just...everything’s been so overwhelming lately. the expectations, the schedules, the constant scrutiny. sometimes, i feel like I'm drowning, and its hard to stop anyone from seeing how I really feel."

your heart ached at yunjin's admission. you‘d known each other since produce48 days and had been through thick and thin together.

“yunjin, you’ve heard it from me before i know exactly how you feel, i know it get its really hard, and i’m always willing to listen to your worries, but,"

you look at her guiltily, it worsens as her expression turns into to worry, as if she’s done something wrong that she isn’t aware of.

“please just let me know when you wanna talk about this stuff, because i need to prepare myself, okay?”

You reached out and held Yunjin's hand gently, a silent assurance that you weren't going anywhere. "you're not burdening me. i care about you deeply, and it's an honor to be there for you. i can always be the one you can lean on. but, for now let’s lighten the mode and talk about something else.”

yunjin's eyes softened, and she felt a rush of emotions.

"you're amazing, yn. thank you.”

things were going smoothly as you chatted about things irrelevant to the topic of stress but soon quickly, yunjin persisted to pour her heart out, and you listened with unwavering support. however, as the night grew darker, you began to feel emotionally overwhelmed and exhausted. the weight of yunjin's problems started to seep into your own heart, leaving you feeling a mix of conflicted emotions.

finally, you mustered the courage to speak up, "jen, i have to be honest with you. im starting to feel a little overwhelmed.” you take a deep breath before speaking up again.

“i care about you so much, and i want to be here for you, but sometimes, it feels like i’m carrying everything you share with me. it's a lot to work around."

yunjin looked taken aback, realizing the impact of her emotional venting on you.

"i never meant to make you feel that way, i'm so sorry, yn."

you shake your head gently while placing a hand on her leg for comfort, "it's not your fault, sweet. i just need us to find a balance. let's be there for each other, but also give each other the space to heal and process emotions."

“but yn, i need-“

frustration slightly seeped into your voice as she protested, "you can't just drop all your burdens on a singular person, jennifer. it's not emotionally mature, and it's not fair or healthy to me or yourself."

yunjin's expression turned conflicted, and she spoke with a touch of frustration, "but yn, you're seriously the only one who understands me. without you, i feel lost, like i'm suffocating in this world of expectations. i need you."

you watched as the hot, smouldering tears smeared down the cheeks of the girl sitting in front of you. your heart broke at the sight of yunjin's vulnerability.

"i know, jen, but i can't be your sole source of support. It's not healthy for either of us,” you say, “you need to see a therapist or something. i can organise it with manger-nim if you really need?”

tears glistened in yunjin's eyes as they struggled to find the right words.

"but i can't lose you, yn. I don't want to lose you."

"you’re not going to lose me, yunjin,” you find it difficult to keep a calm composure, “but we both need time to figure things out. we need to learn how to stand on our own, to be strong for ourselves.”

amongst the tears and emotions, yunjin's voice softened,

"no you're right. i…i care about you more than i can put into words. i just didn't want to mess everything up before i admitted my feelings."

your heart skipped at yunjin's confession.

“you like me?” you ask hesitantly, worried you had the wrong impression.

“i’m sorry, i’ve ruined it.”

yunjin has her head in her hands from embarrassment, slouching i’m shame.

“just shut up and kiss me, you idiot.”

you lean over her and take her hands off her face grabbing her waist as you press a deep kiss to her lips. her cheeks are hot and her tears are falling against your lips. kisses from sweet to salty.

kissing for minutes on end, you finally pull away, pulling down the wall of silence.

“i love you,” you say.

“do you love me or do u just love the idea of me,”

“huh yunjin, i love you, just please see a therapist for me”

yunjin looks at you with a guilty face laughing with red eyes from her emotional upheaval.

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an: idk what the fuck this is. but idk. i actually hate it now thag i wrote it LOL

it’s not proofread my bad

thanks to my lovely loyal readers who don’t ever fail to make me smile it means a lot :)

#huh yunjin x reader #yunjin x reader #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim imagines #lesserafim x reader #le sserafim #idol reader #yunjin imagines #huh yunjin

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the-s1lly-corner · 11 months

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Random Eyeless Jack tongue hcs

Cw// kinda borders into suggestive territory if you squint, but nothing intentional? Writing this before actually putting down the hcs, but

Yeah

Nothing too crazy, obviously

Also cw// for body horror and shit since I also wanna dive into his whole.. how he got messed up

Getting the body horror stuff out of the way, I hope yall already know ab my whole curse hc/interpretation on jack

If you dont/if you're new; hi! Welcome to my blog! I hc that jack used to be a normal dude but got dragged into a cult that made him the way he is now!! Real important and relevant to my take on him/I haven't seen many other people use that spin on fan story for this sort of thing

Anyways

As per the whole "his body is shifting into something horrific," thing, his tongue literally. Splits into several tendrils

Havent decided on an exact number, but hes got.. a few alright!

Thick, but get thinner to the tips; and they have the same goop that leaks from Jack's eyes! Sensitive sense of taste; and he can kinda detect scents with them, like snakes do!!

His mouth is kinda crowded, though, so sometimes he'll talk with a bit of a lisp (?), or accidentally bite himself

Now onto the real horror; the process of his tongue splitting was painful, and long. He felt all of it, and given that he's literally turning into a man eating monster, he was unable to seek medical help; so he had to suffer alone and without aid

Obviously, if your tongue is splitting itself open, there's gonna be a mess plus lots and lots of pain

Poor dude

Moving on

They writhe

A lot

Especially when theres... food.. nearby; they tend to flick out (snake like!!!) If hes hungry (tends to lose himself for a while)

In the most sfw way I can say it because there is literally no way I can say it without being sus, they kinda??? Wrap around things??

Like okay I had an art idea, to draw jack with a blood-popsicle, since summer is coming; and with the previous hcs it'd make sense that his tongues would just naturally latch around it and grip said blood-pop

So that's my hc now

Also back to horror stuff i feel like that'd make his feeding frenzies all the more terrifying

I mean when he goes into one he completely loses all his humanity and thoughts and just jumps on someone

Imagine he latches onto someone and like

Idfk anchors them into the persons flesh so they cant just easily shove him off

That's terrifying

I love it sm

Downside; kissing jack is not fun since 1) it's a legitimate choking hazard, and 2) the goop makes his tongues taste gross

I feel like the goop is also, to a degree, corrosive

Or at least, an irritant

Like super powered saliva that can break down meat fast; also explains why I draw jack with huge dark circles n shit around his eyes

I bet yall (who follow my main) just thought I made him tired

Nope, it's his flesh being slowly burned away!! Granted hes more durable to it since the whole monster thing + it's his own material but

Still

Yeah!!!

Take what you will with these hcs

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #crp #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack imagine #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack headcanon #eyeless jack

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funny-fics-222 · 1 year

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You're making me dizzy

Summary: period's a bitch and we don't even have to start about stress. Y/N doesn't want to admit that times can be hard, but her body gives some warnsignals. Luckily her pretty scientist is there to help

Warnings: fainting, lil bit of angst, fluff

Trope: fluff

AN: Hey babes, I am currently sick AND on my period. Therefore, I have plenty of time to take a look at your requests, so feel free to give em to me. I am also looking forward to writing some Mo Washinton ff if yall are interested. Well, let's start, and pls keep in mind. English is not my first language, so be nice :)

Tuesday:

I wake up to a throbbing sensation in my head and a disgusting stickiness between my legs. The following backpain brings me to my conclusion. I got my damn period. It's only Tuesday, and I already wanna kill the world. We had some serious difficulties in the lab yesterday, and after some slight bickering with my labmates, we were there until 4 a.m. and now it is 6 a.m. Do you wanna know why? Well, because my handsome labmate and Princess Shuri wanted to start early cause she wasn't here yesterday, and that means we need to report back what happened.

I get up, and the throbbing continues. Today is slightly different from other days. I mean I haven't really had time to look after myself that much the past few days due to extreme stress and the feeling of not beeing enough wich led to not eating and drinking enough and bad sleep but today I can barely sit upright without curling my back in pain and mumbeling some curse words.

I grow more and more confused by the seconds cause when I got up all I could see were colorfull dots and spirals and I had to sit right back down.

"Holy shit" I try again and balance myself in the shower to wash the blood off my thighs. When I am finally done I don't have time to eat breakfast cause I needed to do everything slower cause of the dizzyness. I grab my waterbottle, put on some warm clothes...why is it so freezing today??... and get out of my house.

I walk along the fields to the lab, but the sun is especially blinding today. And there they are again. The dots and spirals. Now I am starting to get scared cause that is not normal even for my period. Oh god, my cramps. Shit fuck. I wanna go back to bed and eat something even though I would throw it back up in seconds.

I rehab quickly and finally make it to the lab. Ayo looks at me weirdly. I guess I look like a corpse. I am 15 minutes late, and everybody, including a furious looking Shuri that has to contain herself to not beat my ass are looking at me with disgust.

"(L/N) you are late. And not even that, but when we have the most important meeting of this month right after the night where all of you messed up my new project!"

Shuri is the sweetest person ever, and you can't deny her beauty or great character, but when it comes to her projects, she is like a lion mother.

"(Y/N)"

"What, yeah, sorry I- I am sorry what?"

"Are you listening to us now that your precious time allows us to continue?"

"Yes, sorry panther"

Shuri is furious with all of us, but behind her black eyes, I can see a glimmer of concern, and now I see why thanks to the reflective window behind her. Not just my skin, but my lips are pale. My eyes lost their spark, and my long locks looked terrible. Shuri and I have a colleague-friend relationship with some occasional flirting cause neither of us wants to ask for a date first or even admit that they are attracted to the other.

I keep on following her lips, but I can barely hear her voice. I seek for my water bottle, but I realise that I dropped it in the grass on my way here. I want to concentrate ...I really want to but everything seems to stop all of a sudden. I see Shuris head moving in my direction. Slowly and with a curious gaze. Her lips are mouting my name over and over again, but my eyes get heavier with every...single...blink.

And I am gone

...

...(Y/N)

...omg is she dead?"

"She is not dead, you genious look, she is breathing"

I feel a shaky hand on my cheek and a familiar smelling piece of fabric under my head.

"(Y/N) usana, can you open your eyes for me?"

Shuri. She is here

"Omg guys, I think she hit her head"

"No, the princess caught her"

"Barely..." Shuri sounds guilty and still... shaky. Is that my fault?

Omg what am I doing? Did I just faint in a meeting

"I AM FINE." Ouch, my head

"(Y/N) shhh lay back down I got you."

All of a sudden, I can feel my head three times as hard. Everything hurts, and I am so exhausted and embarrassed. Omg don't cry. Don't cry don't-

"Hey, don't cry, it's okay." her voice is so sweet and loving. Her chocolate brown eyes look down on me with so much adoration and concern that it breaks me while she holds me down.

"I am so sorry, Shuri." I never said her name in front of so many people.

"For what usana?"

" This is all my fault. I shouldn't have messed up the project...but I wanted it to be perfect for you when you come back...and...and I wanted to make it right...but...but I made it worse and they tried to help me but everything went wrong. And I have cramps, and it h-h-hurts so bad and -"

"Hey sh shhh calm down it's okay. Nobody is mad at you. Hey, Aisha, dim the lights. Please, her head is throbbing like crazy."

"I am sorry"

Shuri can't surpress her small smirk this time

"You just fainted because of exhaustion, and you are still apologizing?"

"I just don't want to mess up e-everything I do all the t-time" At this point, I am histerically sobbing, and my pain is only getting worse.

My head is buried in her neck, and her hands are rubbing soothing circles on my back. I don't really realize what happens next. I can just hear her talking to Ayo and then feel her carrying me away. I wince in pain, but she is there, and her scent is calming me down. I hold my belly in pain, and I can't think fast enough before we are suddenly in her room. It is located near the lab so she can get there in 2 minutes. She lays me down on the bed and brings me a glass of water after ordering some take out breakfast.

"Shuri I-"

"Don't you dare apologizing to my right now. Take this pill, it will help you to sleep. I got food ready when you woke up."

I can't bring myself to say anything else cause then I would start crying, so I just take the pill and feel myself drowsing away. After about three hours, I wake up again, and most of my cramps are gone. My head feels way better. I get up carefully, but Shuri is already there to catch me.

"No shtandwa sam, you are staying in bed today."

"Shuri, I am fine, I promise."

"Sh"

She brings me a bed tableau filled with delicious food, and we eat in comfortable silence. Afterwards, I take a long shower and put on new clothes and a tampon that Shuri gave me. I lay back down, and Shuri takes my hand in hers. After some thinking and her still rubbing circles in my palm, she speaks up again.

"Usana, you can never do that again. Do you understand me?"

"Shuri, it was an important meet-"

"It could be the most important thing on this planet but when you feel bad you have to stay home. Don't think you are not good enough and overwork yourself. You are amazing as you are. Please don't destroy yourself because of your silly little head."

She wipes away a stray tear on my cheek, and I lean into her touch

"Promise?"

"Promise. Thank you"

"I was worried sick, you know?"

"Really?"

"Yes. I was acting all cool, but I wanted to cry, too. You looked so lost and broken that I wanted to hold you forever."

I don't know what came over me, but I can see her pain

"Then hold me forever"

She leans in carefully and gives me a quick peck. Her lips are so soft and delicious I go right back. We kiss a little longer, and her tongue is begging for entrance. I moan into her mouth, and I pull away.

"We better save that for another day"

She giggles and places me on her chest. We fall asleep together and I feel content

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Lost Part One | Vegeta x Reader |

part two | part three | part four | part five | part six

author's note: this is part one of what i plan to be a two part story, as it was getting long! this part alone is just over 5k words. also edit: i forgot to add that when reading this, the canon timeline of events does not apply and should be read without that exact timeline in mind

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: canon-typical violence, amnesia

Chi-Chi's setting the table for breakfast when she notices something falling from the sky. She frowns and squints her eyes, leaning in closer to the window to try and make out what was falling in the distance. She closes her eyes and breathes out a sign, rubbing her forehead with her forefinger and thumb. Whatever it is, she just knows her husband will get involved. It's like Spidey-Sense at this point.

She takes a deep breath as she hears the rumbling on the wooden floors of Goku and Gohan, running as quickly as possible to the table. They raced every morning, and Goku was normally the victor. Chi-Chi's just glad the two of them banned Goku's use of instant transmission; the arguing between the boys about it and the way he'd bump right into Chi-Chi as she was plating a hot pot of rice always plucked her nerves.

But when they run past the table, she's utterly stunned. "W-Where are you going?? Breakfast is ready!"

"There's a strong power level!" Gohan hastily explains, and Chi-Chi considers this a new record. Barely twenty seconds went by before they went and involved themselves. And they hadn't even eaten breakfast!!

Goku's the first to reach the source of the crash, little Gohan not far behind him. There's a crater in the earth from the impact, and Goku frowns when he peers into it. "Is that…?"

"A person?" Gohan frowns and watches Goku hop in to investigate. "Dad, be careful…"

"It's gonna be alright, Gohan." Goku assures him with a smile and thumbs up. Gohan grimaces and keeps a watchful eye on his father, fists curled and ready to go at any moment.

Goku approaches the body carefully, frowning as he gets closer. The uniform looks just like what Vegeta wore when he first came to Earth; only this suit is tattered in many places, with plenty of cuts and bruises on the skin that was exposed because of it. "Looks like one of Frieza's. But Frieza's dead." He mutters to himself, crouching down closer to examine the woman.

"A tail." Goku blinks at the furry appendage wrapped weakly around her waist. "Gohan, go home."

"Dad?"

"Nothing's wrong, son. Just… Go eat your breakfast, okay? Your mother worked hard on it."

"But Dad-"

Goku turns to look at his young son, smiling gently at the boy. "I think she's a Saiyan."

Gohan blinks. "But Vegeta said there are no more."

"Guess there's some stuff even Vegeta doesn't know." Goku laughs and rubs the back of his head, looking back at you. "But her power level is pretty strong."

"I think it's higher than Vegeta's when he first came to this planet." Gohan hums, his lips twisting in thought as he compares.

You groan as you begin to come to, the sun burning your eyes and sending your brain into despair, the pain from your battle and the crash down onto the ground battering you senseless. Your eyes clamp shut again and your next moan of pain is agony to your broken and bruised ribs. It feels like every part of your body was beaten to nothing, your bones mere dust and your muscles paper mâché.

There's a sudden shadow in front of you, graciously blocking the sunlight. You can't remember a damn thing; where you are, why, how, nothing. All you can even try and think about is how much pain you're in. You taste blood in your mouth, mostly dry at this point, and your ears have been ringing since you woke up. Despite the injuries, you still have enough grit in you to speak.

"If you wanna kill me… 'M gonna… Make you… Work for it." Your teeth grit together in a move that's excruciating for your headache and pry your eyes open to glare at the stranger. He's smiling despite your threat, like you'd said you wanted some damn tea and crumpets with him.

Good lord, where am I?

"Well sure, if you wanna fight we can, but I don't think it'd be too fair."

You growl softly, the feeling irritating your practically raw throat. "Don't underestimate me."

"Yeah, she's a Saiyan." Gohan deadpans.

"A what?" You scowl.

"A Saiyan with amnesia." Gohan facepalms. He really doesn't need another Saiyan, especially one that doesn't know a damn thing about themselves.

"C'mon Gohan, let's take her home. She needs a Senzu."

"Okay Dad!" Gohan jumps into the crater and carefully works to be gentle as they pick you up. Your cry in pain is heartbreaking even though he doesn't know you; you're obviously a full-blooded Saiyan, and you've clearly been part of the Frieza Force at some point of your life. You've definitely seen and been through a lot, and now you're an amnesiac that's nearly dead.

And he thought his father couldn't catch a break.

Gohan grabs the back of his father's gi and is suddenly whisked back home before he can even blink, the three of you right at the front door of home.

The fuck just happened???

"Chi-Chi, don't get mad!" Goku calls out when Gohan opens the front door.

Where the hell are they taking me…?

"Goku…" Chi-Chi narrows her eyes when she hears her husband's voice, and the little hairs at the back of her neck stand. "What happened."

"Mom, we found a Saiyan." Gohan explains, looking up at his mother with his most pure, innocent eyes. "She's really hurt and has amnesia, like Dad."

Chi-Chi's eyes flick to her husband, and he's got his own pleading face on. In her heart, she knows why Goku wants to save you. It's stupid and dangerous and utterly reckless but she can't tell him no right now. Against her better judgment and following far too much of the heart that belongs to Goku, she covers her face and takes a deep, calming breath.

"Alright, Goku."

"I knew you'd understand, Chi-Chi." Goku's eyes are shining and she melts under that gaze of his.

Gohan's got a rarely-used quilt in hand and is draping it over the couch when Chi-Chi finally breaks away from looking into her husband's pure-hearted eyes. Goku is gentle when he puts you down, shushing you softly when you groan in pain.

"It's okay. We're gonna get you a Senzu Bean."

"A what?"

"They'll heal you up in no time. You'll be brand new."

"Magic beans." You sigh softly, staring at the ceiling.

"Yeah, kinda." He says softly, knowing just how badly a concussion hurts. "Just stay awake, okay?"

"My body hurts too much to sleep." You grumble. It was nothing more than the truth; the agony's grip on each, individual cell that made up your tortured body was too strong to even let you consider dozing off.

"Dad, bad news!" Gohan rushes back to his father. "We're out of beans!"

"What?! Who took the last one??" Goku frowns. "How does this always happen…"

"We gotta see if we can get some more!"

"Gohan." Chi-Chi crosses her arms. "You have schoolwork to do."

"But-!"

"School. Work. Gohan." The boy's mother narrows her eyes and the sight alone has him rushing to get his books.

"Your mom's right, Gohan. I'll go get some more beans and be right back!" Goku stands, pressing two fingers to his forehead. You look up at him, perking your brow.

"What are you-"

pop.

"... Did he just fucking disappear." You deadpan.

"Ah, yes." Chi-Chi says politely.

I'm dead, aren't I?

pop. "Bad news."

"Ugh…" You groan. You don't think you'll be getting used to that sudden in-and-out anytime soon.

"What's wrong?" Chi-Chi asks, her eyes full of concern.

"No Senzu Beans." Goku sighs. "Korin said it's gonna be a couple weeks before even one is ready to go."

"So…" Chi-Chi says slowly.

You snort, regretting it immediately. "So I'm probably going to die since there aren't any magic beans."

"No, we'll make sure that doesn't happen." Goku shakes his head. You huff a breath out and force yourself up with your remaining strength, swallowing down your cries of discomfort threatening to spill out.

"No use for me to bleed out in your house."

"Stop, please." Goku kneels and carefully pushes you back down to the quilt. "You're not going to die. I promise, okay? We'll take care of your wounds and get you the first available Senzu."

"You sure you wanna just invite a stranger in like this?" You cough, having irritated all of your insides. "'Cause she doesn't look too thrilled."

Goku looks up to his wife, and she sighs softly. She loves his purity and his will to help you, but having you in her home was such an uncomfortable, burning feeling in her stomach.. "Goku… Let's take her to a hospital, and you can visit her there. I just don't like the idea of a stranger in our home."

Goku nods and stands, taking her hand in his and gently squeezing her fingers. "That's fair, Chi-Chi."

"Hold on, do I get a say in this?" You grumble. You feel like you're a damn child at this point.

Goku blinks, visibly taken aback. As if he hadn't really thought about what you wanted. How could you not want to be taken care of by them?

"I-I…" Goku frowns. "Yeah, I guess. What do you wanna do?"

"Hospital's fine."

Gohan facepalms with a loud sigh. You're reminding him of Vegeta; stubborn and always having to have things on your own terms. He wonders if that's how all Saiyans were. And if so, he's glad his father was dropped as a child.

He is so not the pillaging type.

In the hospital, your body heals with ease over the coming weeks. Your memory, however, doesn't come back to you, not even a little tidbit of information has struck you at any moment at all. Your dreams center around space, but as you're apparently a 'Saiyan', according to Goku and his sweet little Gohan, you're from there. So, space is not very surprising.

Good lord it'd be nice to know your own name.

On Goku's most recent visit, you've unattached yourself from all the machines and monitors they've got you hooked into. "Get me out of here." You say with a dead stare. "I'm starving."

Goku laughs. "Good, 'cause I came here to get you out anyway! We finally got a Senzu!"

"Hmm, I think I'm past-due on one of the magic beans. My body is all better." You shrug.

"Oh, okay." Goku shrugs before smiling brightly at you. You were beginning to find that smile endearing, as if you couldn't tell him no when he gave it. "Anyway… Chi-Chi said I could invite you for dinner!"

"Oh." You smile a bit to yourself. She'd brought Gohan to see you a few times during your hospital stay, and for a woman with no memory, you managed to make a friend in Chi-Chi anyway. She was a delightful, feisty woman and you found that extremely endearing, and also familiar.

"So let's get you out of here and go eat! Oh man, I caught a whiff of it before I came here and you're really in for a treat."

"I'm so hungry." You whine, "They tried to bullshit me and say what they gave me is all I was allowed to have! And then they stuck me with some sort of poison and next thing I knew I was back in bed!"

"They what?!" Goku frowns. "Wow, that's cruel!"

"It is, isn't it?" You sniff indignantly and put on some of the clothes Chi-Chi had given you. It's a light purple cheongsam with gold, blue, and light pink flowers and golden trim. She'd paired them with nude flats, and Goku covers his eyes with his hands until you give him the all-clear, and his smile is soft when he sees you in his wife's old dress, your tail instinctively wrapped around your waist thanks to the cutout Chi-Chi took the time to make. You certainly owed her quite the hug when you next saw her.

"You look great." He says genuinely. "Chi-Chi sure knows her fashion."

"Yeah, I think so too." You've moved into the bathroom of your hospital room, flexing your biceps. Whatever you do over in Saiyan-land, it's made you practically a bodybuilder. A sexy one, at that.

"Alright, Goku. Let's go eat."

Goku practically sprints to you, holding your shoulder before pressing two fingers to his forehead and teleporting you back to his home. You blink and stumble a bit, Goku having to steady you. You scowl up at him.

"Stop doing that!"

"Heh, sorry." Goku smiles innocently.

"Ah, I forgive you." You grumble, and then Gohan rushes inside. "C'mon, Mom cooked outside!"

Goku cheers and lifts Gohan onto his shoulder, running outside with you shortly behind them. And what surprises them is that you pass Goku. You're faster than him. By far.

That's when Goku realizes you're finally in peak condition.

A Saiyan warrior in peak condition.

"Oh, I gotta fight her." He whispers to himself, receiving a sigh from Gohan.

"After dinner, Dad."

"Good idea!"

"Dinner's ready!" Chi-Chi calls out and gestures to her massive spread. She's cooked for two and a half Saiyans and it shows. You make good on your self-promised hug to Chi-Chi, though admittedly it's short-lived because that barbeque smells heavenly.

Chi-Chi's the only one at the table eating normally, though you have more tact and grace compared to her husband. If she really thinks about it, she realizes that you and Vegeta have the same table manners. She wonders if you possibly knew Vegeta back in the day, and makes a mental note to talk with her husband about it later.

"How are your studies, Gohan?" You ask after you've finished eating. When you were hospitalized, Gohan taught you a lot about Earth and its history, along with things he's learned along the way of his young life.

"They're going great! I got another perfect score on a test today." The young boy beams at you, and you smile back proudly.

"We're going to try and get him into college!" Chi-Chi grins. Your jaw drops a tad and you look back to Gohan.

"You're gonna be the smartest guy in the world, kiddo. Keep up those studies. And… Maybe some training too. Just a little. Be the strongest scholar in the world. Okay?" You pat his arm supportively. You can take the memory of the Saiyan, but you can't take the instinct.

Gohan sighs a little at the lust for battle you share with his father, but his lips ghost a smile anyway. "I don't think that'll be too hard to manage."

"Dinner was great, Chi-Chi." Goku smiles softly at his wife, giving her a quick smooch to the cheek. Her cheeks always turn red when he does it; when he first learned that, he made sure to always do it at least once a day.

Chi-Chi does indeed blush, and you smile a tad wistfully at the exchange. There's an ache in your heart, and it makes you wonder if you have that, wherever you've been. Your face falls as you gaze at the evening sky, the warm colors a beautiful blend to light up your wistful eyes.

While Goku's oblivious, Chi-Chi isn't. She recognizes that stare; it's the one of longing, the one of wondering when your husband will come back. Wondering if he'll come back. She's far too aware of the feeling, and wishes you could remember something, anything of yourself. Someone had to be missing you, and sooner or later they'd come.

"Hey, let's do some training!" Goku grins and breaks your reverie. You blink yourself to the present, smiling when you realize what Goku's offered. You stand from your seat and head to the open field.

Chi-Chi's weary as Goku jogs with you. "Be careful! Only hand-to-hand!"

"Yes ma'am!" Goku calls back with a wave, and looks at you while you stretch. "Let me know if you need a break, okay? You did just kinda get out the hospital." He laughs.

"Tch. How about you let me know when you need a break." You smirk, and your tail tightens around your waist.

"Oh, you're not gonna tire me out that easy!" Goku matches your smirk and stretches his arms, doing a few hops and cracking his neck side-to-side.

Within a flash, your battle begins! You're naturally faster than Goku, but the limitations of your dress gives Goku an advantage, as he realizes your kicks are far superior to your still-hefty punches. Even Gohan, with his natural indifference that sometimes bordered on dislike of fighting, is impressed at the sparring session. Where your memory's failed, your muscle memory has not. You match Goku's pace well, landing a few hits and taking the ones he lands in stride, never letting him keep up an advantage for too long.

"You're pretty good!" Goku exclaims, grinning. He hasn't had this much fun in a while, he thinks. "It's too bad we can't take it further!"

"Take it further?" You perk a brow and practically bend over backwards to avoid his punch, a leg shooting out at his knee to shake his balance. "What's that mean?"

"Oh, I guess you wouldn't know about Super Saiyan, would ya?" Goku's forced to step back after your kick, but he uses the momentum to his advantage and swirls around to land a kick to your side. You grimace and grasp his ankle as you begin twirling around in a circle to dizzy and then throw him.

"Tell me more."

"Woah!" Goku flies off when you release him, flipping around in the air a few times before settling himself and floating in place. "It's a big power up, it was said to be a legend apparently! But now I can do it, and so can Vegeta, another Saiyan on Earth!"

"Another Saiyan?" You push your lips out and wrack your brain, the fight officially over now. You don't know who he is or why you felt a twinge of something in your brain, but when Goku said Vegeta, it was as if your brain tried to jolt your memory back.

"Yeah! Now that I think about it, we should probably get Vegeta over here sometime so you can meet. For all we know, you guys knew each other and he could jog your memory!"

"Hmmm…" You rub your finger under your bottom lip as you try as hard as you can to remember this 'Vegeta'. It's latent, but you certainly seem to know of this man and it could be worth a shot to seek him out. "Might be a good idea."

"I'll see what I can do!" Goku smiles.

"Not tonight, Goku!" Chi-Chi yells out. "Gohan has to study, and we have to practice for his college admission interview!" Goku visibly deflates and lowers himself to the ground.

"Aww, alright, Chi-Chi." He mumbles. "But we gotta do it soon, okay?"

"Sure, just not tonight. Now, help me clean up!" Chi-Chi begins picking up dishes, her boys following her lead.

Your heart drops at the sight and tears well in your eyes, and before you know it you're flying off with no destination. Not that you could even have a destination right now. Your head's been hurting since you arrived on this godforsaken planet, trying to figure out who in the hell you are. Your chest is still so heavy, the image of that beautiful family moment burned into your brain. Your sense of longing chokes you; what you would give to have that moment once is immeasurable, and there's no doubt the Son family cannot count how many times they've done such mundane tasks together.

Eventually you land near a creek, falling to your knees and listening to the sounds of the rushing water and the crickets in the night. The ground beneath you pushes down from your weight on it, splashes of water from the river occasionally hitting your already ruined cheongsam. You catch your reflection in the water, gazing at yourself, a complete stranger. A fist suddenly splashes the water, spoiling the image of you. Anger starts to boil under your skin, consuming the depression with its sudden surge. Your tears remain but your heart thumps with all it has, a buzz in your ears while the adrenaline pumps inside of you.

All of your feelings boil over. The confusion at how you got here, the frustration of not remembering anything, the longing, empty feeling in your heart that you have no explanation for. The anger that appeared from nowhere consumes you and a feral, blood-curdling roar that echoes for miles escapes you, a strange feeling vibrating your body. Your eyes are closed, but you can see a wavering light through your lids.

You collapse into yourself, opening your eyes to see no evidence of any light source, though you could swear you saw it. Strangely, you realize this planet has no moon. "What the hell planet has no moon?" You mumble to yourself.

"There may have been an incident a few years ago."

You turn and send a beam of light in the direction of the sound, your unexpected visitor dodging easily. "Woah!" Goku moves away from your attack. "It's just me! I thought you could sense my presence!"

So maybe it was Goku being close by that made your hairs at the back of your neck stand. If only you could understand the damn cues your body has been giving you.

"I'm sorry." You mutter and turn back to the sound of the water.

You hear a soft sigh from him. "Chi-Chi told me to give you some space… But I didn't want you to be out here by yourself."

"I'm fine."

"Then let's go home."

"I don't have a home." You spit out, clenching your teeth so hard it's painful. He's got a warm home, a strong and beautiful wife and a bright young boy with so much potential as his son.

"Then let's go to your temporary home. You have a place with us for as long as you need it. You're…" Goku stops and sighs, coming to sit beside you. "You remind me of myself."

"Yeah?"

"I was sent here when I was a baby." He explains softly. "I don't know why my parents sent me away; my grandpa Gohan found me and named me Goku, and took care of me even before my own head injury. He made me who I am today because of my amnesia and I miss him a lot. I didn't realize it until a lot later on, but it's my fault Grandpa is gone. Saiyans with tails have a Great Ape transformation if we look at the moon, and I accidentally killed him during a rampage. I was all alone in the woods after that, until Bulma came along."

"You… Have amnesia?"

"I know it's not as bad as yours, since I was just a baby and you're an adult. But I dunno… I guess I felt attached anyway and that's why I wanted to save you so bad. And after all that time we got to spend with you in the hospital, Gohan and Chi-Chi wanted to keep you around too. So I promise you'll always have a home with us, even if you end up remembering your real home."

"Goku." You duck your head. "I… Thank you."

"Don't even mention it." Goku smiles and stands up, pulling you with him. "Let's get back home." He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze and with a pop you're back home.

"There you are!" And there is an angry Chi-Chi in your face. "Look at you! You're all covered in mud and smell like sweat and grass!"

You flinch. "I was outside."

"I don't care! Don't you do that again, you had poor Gohan worried sick!"

"Not Gohan…"

"Yes, Gohan." She scowls. "Go take a shower and change. Goku, let's go practice for our interview."

You laugh to yourself while Goku whines about being hungry as Chi-Chi pulls him to their bedroom. And as you ponder life in the shower, you decide that while you want nothing more than your memories back, you could possibly come around to the idea of building something new on this planet and with the Son family. Or maybe you could even have the best of both worlds.

You've been living with the Son family for a few months now, fitting in nicely with the family. You learn how to cook from Chi-Chi and help Gohan study, and train with Goku often. It's eased the pain of your amnesia as best as possible, but you do find yourself longing for more in the dead of the night.

You're currently preparing a big meal with Chi-Chi, listening to her hum to herself as you chop more vegetables. "So… What's the occasion? This is even more than me and the boys can eat."

"Bulma finally found some time to come over! Vegeta and Trunks will be coming with her, obviously, and so are the rest of our friends. I think you'll like them!"

"Hmm…" You finish chopping everything she's laid out for you. "Alright. More friends would be nice."

"That's the spirit." Chi-Chi smiles. "And now you'll be able to meet Vegeta!"

"You and Goku have mentioned him a few times, but what's he like?"

Chi-Chi pauses a tad. "Well… He's not exactly pleasant. But until you came around, he was the only other full-blooded Saiyan. And Goku thinks highly of him, so that's why he's part of our group. That, and he's the father of Bulma's baby, Trunks. So it's not like he really has anywhere else he can go."

"Ah. He's a prick, isn't he?"

"Absolutely."

You shake your head and keep cooking until dinner is all done, bringing platter after platter to the picnic tables set up in the backyard with Gohan as he tells you a little more about the Z-Fighters that would be over soon. The first to arrive is a young woman with a baby, who you assume to be Bulma and Trunks respectively.

You wipe your hands on the front of your jeans as Chi-Chi brings Bulma to you. She smiles at you, holding her hand out. "It's nice to meet you! I'm Bulma, and this is Trunks, my son."

You blink at her hand, unsure of the gesture. "Um…"

"Oh, right! Saiyan." Bulma waves her hand nonchalantly. "Don't worry about the handshake, it's just how we greet someone for the first time."

"I see." You nod, marking that down in your mental notes. "Chi-Chi says you were coming with the one known as Vegeta, the other Saiyan?"

"He's… Running late." Bulma sighs. "He's training again. But he'll be here eventually; he'd never miss a chance to eat Chi-Chi's food."

You nod again in understanding. "Well, you and the baby are the first here, so can I get you something to drink?"

"Sure!" Bulma grins with her kind eyes. You smile back softly and talk with Bulma at the tables, lemonades in hand as the others arrive. You're introduced to everyone and feeling warm with the presence of friends around, feeling a sense of community and hope in your heart.

Everyone's settled around the tables and chatting as they pile food onto their plates, smiles on every face. And then there's a sound and your hair stands on end, and though you're ready to fight, everyone else is relaxed. Perhaps it's Vegeta's presence you're feeling?

"About time!" Goku says, looking to the sky.

Vegeta lands, his arms crossed as he looks at the spread. "Where's the Saiyan?" He grumbles out.

"Right here!" Goku points to you as you sit back upright, having dropped a napkin on the ground.

You look at Vegeta, and your heart stops.

The air around you is quiet, not even baby Trunks making a sound. Vegeta's eyes have widened and he looks as if he's been struck. "How…"

Your head is throbbing as memories flood into you. You remember Planet Vegeta, your parents, your training as a child, not only in battle but in etiquette. You remember Vegeta as a child. The hours you spent with him. All of the notes you passed one another on days you couldn't meet for long. The secret smiles. The kisses.

The wedding.

The birth of your son.

And the last time you saw him before Frieza destroyed your home planet, assuring you that there was no need to leave with him on his mission, that you and your toddler would be safe at home.

Your fists clench and with a roar, you stand before him as a Super Saiyan. In an instant you've flown over to him and delivered a solid punch to his jaw, and your husband is too shell-shocked to have dodged it.

"What are you doing?!" Gohan cries out.

You punch Vegeta again, and this time he's come to and moves away from each blow you send his way. "Stop it, woman!"

"This is how you've spent your life?! On Earth?!" You shout, following him with all of your rage. "The Prince of all Saiyans has been hiding!"

"I have not!" Vegeta seethes, flying away from your attack.

Chi-Chi blinks and looks at Goku, who shakes his head. "I'm not touching that with a thirty-nine and a half foot pole."

Bulma looks confused along with everyone else. "What did he do to her…?"

"I guess they did know each other after all." Gohan mutters, watching as you attack Vegeta.

"It's been years!" You send a blast of energy his way, destroying a tree after Vegeta swiftly dodges.

"I thought you dead!" Vegeta roars back. "How are you alive?!"

Your hands light up with a stronger attack, charging up. Vegeta launches himself into Super Saiyan, refusing to fight and merely aiming to disarm you. "I trusted my instincts." You growl, your tail whipping wildly, uncontrollably with your rage.

You launch your attack and that's when Vegeta strikes next, dodging by the skin of his ass as your beam that surely would have done serious damage, perhaps even fatal, marrs the ground deeply. Even Goku is surprised at that; he didn't even know you could become a Super Saiyan at all.

Vegeta comes behind you then, gripping the base of your unguarded tail and wrapping his other arm around your chest, preventing you from moving away. You gasp at your sudden weakness, reverting to base form as Vegeta gently floats back to the grass, in his own base form now. His exhale is breathy and defeated, his forehead on your shoulder.

"Please." He whispers. "I won't fight you like this."

You realize now that your face is in tears as all of the Z-Fighters approach, Bulma and Chi-Chi not far behind. Bulma sees how Vegeta is holding you, carefully as if you'll break like glass. Yes, you certainly know each other.

"Who are you?" Goku says to you, and you look at everyone with fierce eyes, Vegeta still clutching you desperately.

"I am the Princess of all Saiyans." You sneer.

"You-"

"She is my wife." Vegeta says, his voice hoarse as he forces back tears.

#vegeta x reader #vegeta x you #vegeta #fic #do you know how hard it is to not quote dbza #dragon ball #dragon ball super #dragon ball z #fem!reader #goku #part one

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nero-ya · 7 months

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Content warning ? I don't really know to be honest but safety first so just prepare for a bit of smut I guess.

I'm normally not really one for posting shit but I really need to get this out of my system.

First of all i wanna say thanks to all creators out there writing the best fics I've ever read.

I love you guys and your writings are amazing no matter what character it features.

Every fanfic I read about law is truly amazing and I love every single one of them fluff, smut, modern au, rare pairs, drabble, Oneshot or longer story with multiple chapters they're all amazing but.....most of them I have read are nearly the same, showing law as a dominant one who always has the control and it's good yes but listen closely.

That's just my opinion but please that traumatized handsome dude went through so much shit and lost so much and it's plausible if he's afraid of not having control over everything in fear of losing someone again and I'll get it but at the same time I think it's exactly what he needs, I'm a firm believer he's a switch even though he would never ever admit it only over his dead body but he is and he fucking needs it.

He needs someone he can trust fully without fear of getting judged or laughed at, someone's that just chains him to the bed for hours on end, teasing and pleasuring him, fucking all the stress and trauma out of him and giving him the most relaxing day all week.

At least once a week he needs to be fully pampered and cared for, let him forget for a day that he's not just a captain, a friend, a Brother or a lover, most of all he's fucking human and I would love to see more about law finding a person he can be vulnerable with and let go of everything for a day without the fear of being teased for submitting and leaving his care in you're hands.

Ahhhhh I just wanna fucking pamper him and just imagine law chained to the bed, blindfolded and sprawled naked on the sheets. Tracing every tattoo he has on his body, slow and sensual, kissing every scar he got along the way, massaging the Stress and pain he feels out of his body before sucking him empty and not stopping till he forgets everything around him, the responsibility, the pain, the trauma, his papers that are stacked on his desk and how Luffy ruined his plan every damn time.

Only focused on the pleasure he feels traveling through his entire body, bringing his mind into another place and giving him one orgasm after another, one better than the last one and only stopping when his mind and body is fully blissed out and numb.

Praise him for everything, let him know he's safe and how good he's doing, how pretty he looks and encourage him to let go more and more with every soft whisper and kiss and please never ever forget aftercare it's the most important thing after every scene.

Get him down slowly and massage his limps, especially where he was chained or use some soothing creme.

Don't stop kissing and praising him on how good he was, just love the ever living shit out of him.

Get a warm wash cloth to wash away the remains before it gets too sticky and gets uncomfortable for him or even worse it makes him overstimulate.

Make sure he really sleeps before you leave his side to get something to eat and drink and maybe get him his favourite book. It's important to be there when he wakes up or comes out of his subspace just to make sure he won't drop and catch him if he does drop.

Cuddling, kisses and soft words of Courage and affirmation while staying in bed with him all day long.

Just be there for him and reassure him, make him feel safe and get him to understand it's okay to feel and be human.

Oh fuck Post got longer than I thought it would....welp whatever.

I just hope I'm not the only one thinking that way and if then we'll...fuck me also I'm always open to other opinions so just hit me like you mean it.

Have a great day or night ya all.

It feels kinda bare without a picture so here's one of my all time favorites.

Credits to the creator of this fine fanart

#i dont know what im doing #send help #law x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw #law smut #i don't know how to tag this #does that even count as smut ?#thats just my opinion so please dont kill me #heart pirates law #im not good at this shit #never felt more awkward #lost count on how many times i edited it #trafalgar d water law #one piece trafalgar law #law deserves to be loved #i just want to make him happy

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zstargalaxy · 2 years

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Is it possible can we get an aftermath of the scene with Blacephenon Yuu? I can imagine the witnesses would start flooding questions to Yuu lmao.

It's alright if you don't wanna do it tho, I'm just enjoying that idea

Aftermath of this post : here

I never did thought of a aftermath of that small fandic i did tbh, but I do imagine this...

After the whole dilemma in the cafeteria, majority of the witnesses during that scene would probably stere clear of you after what you had done.

Many even have stay away from Riddle's path to avoid such a horrendous experience from he's Unique Magic.

I mean who wouldn't be scared at seeing someone's head being decapitated.

So they wouldnt straight up confrint you or question you about it at first.

But the Adeuce duo and Grim were probably the first brave ones to ask you, followed by Trey and Cater as to what had truly happened to you at the cafeteria.

You had explained in a quirky and cheery manner that it was normal for you to do. The boys were both fascinated and weirded out at your explanation about your species, especielly the part of your head can explode and regenerate afterwards and stealing others vitality to use as energy.

During the tart fiasco in the unbirthday party, where Riddle was about to use he's UM on you once more, I can imagine that you may seem more older and experience than you seem to say :

"You gonna behead me again, your maaaajesty~?" You drawn out the weirds with a innocent yet suspicious look "Okay! Just..." many eyes widen and many feet fleeting backwards when you remove your head from your neck "Dont lose your head~ heheheheheh!!"

"After all..." golden eyes glow a glim of hidden intentions

"What is a queen, without her people to rule?"

"You'll have nothing left to rule! Pity~ You are just so cute! But as a queen? Pffft, fat chance of being one yourself queeny. I do always wonder if the Queen of Hearts herself really does have a kingdom left to rule under her reign with all those head rolls"

Lets just say it ends up with a tie.

But when you had defeated Riddle and enter he's memories...

"Tch, I was right after all, you are not fit to be queen!"

"You-"

"Tat tat, Riddle. Hold on" you playfully pulled a finger infront of the housewarden to silance him "I am not done"

"Yet maybe...this is the reason why. You never listen to your subjects...only yourself. Your mommy to be precise which kinda makes sense why and kinda make a plausible reason to call you a son of a b*tch but were getting to far, hm? But..."

"You know" you walked around Riddle, who is sitted down onto the floor withing the empty space as the Blacaphalon continued to look around "I always wonder if the kingdom that the Queen of Hearts ruled had even flourish under her reign. I mean, 'Off with your head!' 'Off with your head!' 'Off with your head!'.....is she still a queen without a kingdom???"

" but you queeny...or should I still call you queeny? Afterall, Kings and Queens rule and take charge of their life first before even ruling a kingdom yet here you are...like a puppet"

You moved your hands along with every word that spews out of your mouth, waving them around like you were holding one of you toy puppets back at home.

" A puppet that mommy and daddy can be very proud off. Excellent, high quality, best performance but most of all....obedience"

"So tell me, Riddle Rosehearts" Riddle look up towards you when you pull he's chin up with your fingers under it "What would you like to do without your mommy's silly rules, hm?"

"I...I... I want to eat a tart! It's my birthday, so can't I have some just this once? I want to play outside all day long! I want to make lots and lots of friends!Tell me, please...

What rule do I need to follow

to make this pain go away?"

"It's all up to you, Queeny...the rule is yours to make...yours to fill...fill with what you desire"

Afterwards, Riddle took a whole new light towards. Though abit annoyed at your quirky and cheery personality, he knew that it was just you being you (atleast more cooperative than Floyd) and greatly appreciates your comfort and ways to make him happy.

You even made some suprise tarts beforehand during the retake of the unbirthday party and made some great magic tricks like making the tarts seeming disappear and reappear, pulling them off of ears and even made them go explode in a burst of blue and pink fireworks just to celebrate Riddle's recovery and forgiveness...

And whole new start.

#twisted wonderland #crossover #pokemon #twst mc #twisted wonderland x pokemon #twst x pokemon #aftermath #blacephalon

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shesprobablysmokingweed · 6 months

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RANT AHEAD TW//ED MENTION

It’s actually so annoying when you start counting your calories and realize just how many calories are in the food you used to enjoy. Like I used to always get subway and still eat my two other meals daily, but that was because I didn’t know that my sub alone was 900 calories. Like that’s actually fucking insane and it bothers me so much because it’s so unrealistic that all these foods are so dense in calories and ITS NOT EVEN THAT MUCH FOOD. Like wtf am I supposed to eat to stay in my deficit? If you look at a days worth of food for me without counting the calories from a normal persons perspective a cup of soup, a cucumber salad and a biscuit is not nearly enough food for one day but little do they know that it was actually 700 calories and if I were to double that and eat like a normal human being it would be 1400 calories which is not enough for me to lose weight.

THIS SHIT IS SO ANNOYING WHY CANT FOODS JUST BE LOWER IN CALORIES ITS SO CRAZY.

ALSO WHY THE FUCK DOES MAYO AND SUB SAUCE HAVE SO MANY CALORIES THEYRE THE BEST PART OF THE SUB BUT THEY ADD 380 CALORIES TO YOUR SUB LIKE WTAF THATS A RIP OFF.

Anyways…. that’s my rant for the day. I have no idea what to eat cause I’m so hungry rn but I can’t eat cause I have to wait till later since I know I’m gonna have to eat dinner at the fair with my parents. This whole weight loss thing is bullshit and I’m convinced it’s all a lie made to make girls like me go completely insane trying to achieve an unachievable look. I don’t mean to be negative but I’m really losing it yall. My weight went back up to 171 and I still am eating in a calorie deficit. Why am I starving myself and not seeing results, it hurts putting in so much effort and not getting anywhere. I’m tired, I’m hungry, I’m lonely, I’m in pain, and I just wanna be happy.

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slutforstabbings-archive · 1 year

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Clean Again

survivor!Corey Cunningham x fem!Reader

After miraculously surviving the injuries he sustained on Halloween 2022 and narrowly avoiding arrest, Corey Cunningham lives in constant fear of being found out. He tries to keep his head down and be as invisible as possible but the first time he sees you, you see him too. Can he have a relationship with you without you really seeing ALL of him? What happens when you eventually catch a glimpse of his secret? Is love worth the risk?

new chapters posted every Thursday between 9 and 10 EST

Chapter 1: ESCAPE FROM HADDONFIELD read on AO3 | tumblr chapter index

general warnings for this fic - angst, fluff, eventual smut (MDNI), canon-typical violence, canon-typical gore contents/warnings for this chapter- gun violence, long hospitalization, prescription pain killers, wishing for death, description of a corpse, referenced past abuse (fuck you joan)

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Beep. Beep. Beep. Whoosh.

It’s pitch black. Corey can’t tell if his eyes are open or closed. He can’t hear anything except a distant beeping, punctuated by occasional whooshing. The sounds feel familiar, but he can’t figure out why. Then they fade away.

God it hurts! Everything hurts, pain like he’s never felt before. Can a person die from pain? Or is this pain what dying feels like? What being dead feels like? What Hell feels like? If he’s dead, and Hell is real, that’s certainly where he’s wound up.

But now what’s this? A new sensation, like being swarmed by ants. And the ants eat him, all the way down to shiny, clean bones. Skeletonized. The places where he’s been reduced to bone no longer hurt.

There are voices. Speaking in a language it seems wrong for him to hear. Something alien, or maybe something lost not long after we started walking upright. They’re warped, and warbling, like they’re being played at the wrong speed. There’s that beeping sound again. Laughter. It’s laughter, and they’re all laughing at him.

Corey sits on the witness stand at his manslaughter trial. The gallery of the courtroom is full of people. But as he looks the crowd over he realizes it’s really all just one person.

It’s Momma, 20 Mommas, only able to comfort him for a few minutes at time before she makes all his problems about herself. No one will ever love you like I do, and this is how you repay me? You’re killing me Corey! Is that what you want? To kill your mother?

It’s Laurie, 20 Lauries. Aiming revolvers at him. Do you wanna do it, or you want me to? She asks before unleashing a hail of bullets. They ricochet wildly around the courtroom, splintering the wood of the witness stand, releasing tiny explosions of drywall, shattering every lightbulb overhead. Riddling Corey’s body with holes, turning him into Swiss cheese. Then the dust settles and everything is normal again.

It’s Doug. 20 Dougs, guts spilling out of his stomach, throat gurgling and full of blood. You’ll be lucky if you make it back to the station. I oughta put you in the ground, you psycho son of a bitch!

It’s Michael. No. 20 people wearing Michael’s mask, but none of them are Michael. One by one they reveal their true face. Corey’s face. Each one puts a finger up to his lips. Shhhh. Then he disappears.

The Corey on the witness stand turns to the judge. It’s Jeremy, neck lolling, blood gushing from his split scalp. Answer the question, loser! Did you kill me on purpose or not!! He screams without moving his slack, dead mouth. Now the judge is Mrs. Allen, and she leans down to him, still screaming in Jeremy’s dead voice. You think you can just have fun with your friends!? You don’t have any friends, you ugly, white trash nerd!

A hole opens in the floor of the witness stand and Corey falls. He falls down, and down, and down further than that.

He lands with a hard thump on the floor of the sewer. Pain radiates through his limbs and he gasps for air. Something crunches and squelches beneath him. He scrambles to his feet and looks at what he was laying on. His own corpse. Rotting and partially eaten, rats and insects swarming it. It’s wearing the silly scarecrow mask.

He removes the mask from his own dead face. The inside is full of bugs. He shakes them onto the ground, then puts it on. As soon as it touches his face, he panics. His fingers skitter over the hard plastic surface, desperate to claw it off, but it’s stuck like it’s fused with his skin.

Allyson pulls the mask off of him. He’s lying in a puddle of his own blood, and she’s hovering over him, holding his head in her hands. She thinks he’s dead. Her tears fall onto his face and slowly dissolve him until he’s nothing but a stain on the hardwood floor.

Corey opens his eyes. He can’t see anything, but he knows his eyes are open.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Whoosh.

Oh. I’m in the hospital, he thinks. He closes his eyes again.

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The morning of November 2nd has barely begun, but there is chaos brewing in the Warren County Sheriff’s Department. With Michael Myers turned into hamburger, things seemed like they would be calm for quite some time, and yesterday had been a great beginning. But this morning Joe Grillo and Joe Ross came to work with vengeance in their hearts. They corner Richard Wright as he fills the coffee pot with water from the cooler.

“You collected a handprint from a glass door at the Mathis scene, right?” Grillo demands.

“Yes?” Richard replies in confusion.

“Did you run the prints?” Asks Ross.

“No. It was a Michael Myers murder. We only collected the print because we didn’t realize it was him right away. Why would we run it?”

“Did you ever see Michael Myers before he was shredded, Dick?” Ross asks.

“Big guy,” says Grillo. “Gigantic hands.”

“Okay…?” Richard says, still confused.

“Handprint you collected at the Mathis scene looks kinda small to be Michael,” Grillo explains.

“It could belong to Mathis, or the girl we found at the scene.”

“Nope,” Grillo says. “Too small to be Michael, too big to be one of the victims. Could belong to a fourth person.”

“Could belong to Corey Cunningham,” Ross adds.

Richard takes a second to process this information. “Cunningham was a Myers victim too. He was barely clinging to life when we found him.”

“He got in Doug’s face at the diner on my birthday,” Grillo says. “Doug disappeared right after that. Seems suspicious, doesn’t it?”

“Seems like a coincidence,” Richard says. He moves to walk away but Joe Grillo and Joe Ross press in on him. Water sloshes out of the coffee carafe in Richard's hand.

“Oh yeah? Remind me who the victims were at the scene when you investigated,” prompts Ross.

“Tanner Mathis and Deborah Jennings. So what?”

“Jennings worked at the Mathis clinic. Know who else worked there?” Grillo asks. “Allyson Nelson,” the Joes say in unison.

“Great police work,” Richard says sarcastically, trying again to walk away from the conversation. Joe Ross and Joe Grillo just tighten their press on him, until he can smell the unique reek of their combined breath.

“Allyson was with Cunningham at the diner on my birthday,” Grillo growls.

“Joe, this town is fucking tiny. I’m sure everyone in the diner on your birthday was connected to each other and Michael Myers in some way. You’re grieving. We’re all grieving. But you can’t let that cloud your judgement. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” Richard finally manages to shoulder his way out from between the Joes and the water cooler.

“Not everyone in the diner that night killed a kid!” Ross says after him.

Richard turns on his heel. “Jeremy Allen’s death was an accident. Cunningham was acquitted.”

The Joes laugh mirthlessly. “Run the fucking prints, Dick.” Grillo says.

“What’s going on here?” Asks Frank Hawkins as he comes into the break room. He hadn’t heard much, but his ears had pricked up at the name Cunningham. Frank numbered among the few in the Warren County Sheriff’s Department who had believed in Corey’s innocence from the beginning. He’d felt a pang of sadness when he’d seen the poor boy’s body crumpled in the foyer at Laurie’s house two nights ago, and he held a tiny kernel of hope that he would survive his injuries.

“Just trying to make sure our police work is thorough and complete, Frank,” says Joe Ross.

“They wanna run the handprint from the Mathis scene,” Richard clarifies.

“That was a Michael Myers murder, and Michael Myers is dead.”

“Michael Myers is. But Corey Cunningham isn’t,” Grillo says.

“Yet,” Ross adds darkly.

“Why would it be Corey Cunningham’s handprint?” Frank doesn’t follow.

“They think he had something to do with Doug’s disappearance. Mathis and Jennings both worked with Allyson Nelson.” Richard rolls his eyes, something he’s found cause to do quite a lot of this morning.

Frank doesn’t like this at all. He feels a kind of paternal care for Allyson, as Laurie’s granddaughter. He’s not sure what her relationship with Corey is, but he wants to protect her, protect both of them after they’ve been through so much.

“Michael Myers is responsible for Doug’s disappearance.” Frank says. “Let it rest. We all need to try to move on.”

“You can move on. I’m gonna run those fucking prints,” Joe Ross says.

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Corey comes to his senses slowly, head unfogging a little bit every day. He struggles to make meaning out of the things happening around him, to remember why he’s in the hospital. It seems like something he should know.

Today Corey feels the best he’s felt since he realized he was in the hospital. He’s still in pain, excruciating pain. He tries to move around but it feels like his body has forgotten how to. His muscles groan and his nerves tingle. His arms and legs are heavy and wooden. But his brain is churning. His thoughts are more than just smears.

The TV on the wall in the room is turned on. Through the blur without his glasses, he recognizes Judge Judy. Ron likes Judge Judy, he remembers. Then he feels sick. Something bad happened to Ronald.

A nurse comes into the room. Corey can’t move his head, but he moves his eyes towards her. Her wavy brown hair is pulled into a ponytail.

“You’re awake! Welcome back to Earth!” She says to him as she putters around the room. “Are you hungry? I can have them deliver some solid food for your lunch now that you’re awake.” She checks his vitals and marks them in his chart.

“Yes, please,” Corey whispers raggedly. His voice is small and unfamiliar to him.

“How’s your pain?” The nurse asks, vial and syringe in hand. He can’t find an answer. It’s awful, but it doesn’t feel like it’s happening to him. This stiff, immobile body isn’t attached to anything. Someone else is in pain in this hospital bed. He rolls his eyes around, trying to see the nurse better without rotating his head. “Well I’m gonna give you some morphine, okay? Right in your IV, and you’ll feel better in a flash.” She plunges the medicine into the line, and Corey feels it move slimily around in not-his veins.

“Thank you, Allyson,” he croaks.

“My name’s not Allyson, hon.” She leans over him so he can see her better and taps her name tag. “I’m Nancy. I’m making sure the TV remote and the nurse call button are within your reach if you need them, okay?” He feels her press two rectangles of plastic into his right hand. Then she leaves and Corey drifts away on the morphine.

He wakes up to someone else coming into the room. A blond boy in his late teens, pushing a tower full of trays. He removes one and brings it over to the bedside table. Corey rolls his eyes towards the boy and watches him uncover the food and adjust the height of the table.

“Enjoy your lunch, Mr. Cunningham,” the boy says as he leaves the room.

Corey looks down at the food. A plate of spaghetti sits in the center of the tray. His stomach turns. Fucking spaghetti. Momma’s worst meal, he thinks. Still, he finds himself suddenly ravenous. He shovels the spaghetti into his mouth as quickly as he can with his heavy arms and frozen neck. It surprises him that it’s not disgusting. Of course Momma didn’t make this spaghetti, he thinks. Momma’s dead. He stops chewing mid-bite.

He’s certain his mother’s dead, but he can’t remember why. How did she die? Motorcycle accident? No, that was Daddy. But then why can he picture her body, slouched and covered in blood? He feels like the answer is in his head, right there, in front of him, but he can’t quite reach it. After a moment trying, he gives up and goes back to eating.

It’s later. Corey doesn’t know what time it is, or what day. Only that it must be evening and it must be a weekday, because it’s dark outside and Jeopardy! is on the TV. He hears voices outside his room, he thinks they’re saying his name. He gropes for the remote and hits the mute button when he finds it.

“Is that the Corey Cunningham in there?” A voice says.

“What do you mean?” Another replies. This one is sort of familiar.

“You don’t know about Corey Cunningham!?” The first voice hisses.

“Can’t say I do,” Nancy answers.

“Oh my god! I heard about his case on this podcast I listen to, Manslaughter Monday . He killed a kid he was babysitting in 2019. Threw him over the railing of the stairs from the third floor! The kid cracked his head wide open when he landed. And the fucking jury let him off! He claimed it was an accident and that the kid was pulling a prank on him when everything went wrong. I don’t buy it for a second.” The first voice giggles.

“Maybe you should listen to fewer podcasts,” Nancy sneers.

Corey hears two sets of feet retreating from his door and down the hall.

Suddenly everything crashes in on him. Memories battering him in unrelenting waves. He remembers how he got hurt. He remembers the bad thing that happened to Ronald. He remembers how his mother died. And he remembers Allyson, cradling his head in her hands, certain he was dead. Ice runs through his veins as he realizes that Allyson is probably dead now too, because he woke Michael Myers up. He promised Allyson he wouldn’t let anything happen to her. But he had happened to her.

Corey sobs, a massive, heaving sob. Sitting in the dark, the glow of the TV on him like a spotlight. The grief builds and builds until it feels like it’s smothering him. Squeezing his throat the way Michael had in the sewer. He screams, but no sound comes out except a faint and rattling rasp. The beeps on his heart monitor accelerate to break neck speed, but nobody comes to check on him. He is completely and utterly alone.

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While Joe Ross sends the bloody handprint from the glass at the Mathis crime scene through the computer, Joe Grillo calls Haddonfield Memorial Hospital. Grillo is transferred from department to department. No one seems to know what happened to Corey Cunningham on Halloween night. Of course not. HMH administration has always been a shit show. When his daughter was born, Grillo half expected them to give him the wrong baby.

The handprint doesn’t go any better. Four of the fingers are smudged and one is only partial. The computer can’t read them. Ross has to make a special request for a human expert to analyze the prints. That only escalates things with Richard Wright and Frank Hawkins.

“Frank needs to learn it’s time to retire,” one Joe complains to the other.

“He’s only obstructing us because he wants to protect Laurie Strode. Well, fuck Laurie Strode!” The other Joe says.

Doug’s body still hasn’t been recovered. Why should they protect that old broad’s peace when their best friend is missing and it’s the Cunningham cunt’s fault?

The two sides split the Sheriff's Department. Most of the men on the force agree with the Joes. Cunningham got off too easy after he killed Jeremy Allen and they hope he’s still alive so they can have their second chance to fry him. Metaphorically, thanks to Illinois doing away with the death penalty. But there are those who believe investigating the murders and Doug’s disappearance is a waste of resources now that Michael is finally gone for good. Even most of them don’t think Corey is particularly innocent. They just don’t want to deal with the whole mess any longer than they already have.

The tension around the station is palpable. Some deputies have refused to speak to those on the other side of the issue. Joe Ross’s own father Elvis has been short with him since all this started. He’s never said he thinks Joe should end the investigation, but he doesn’t have to. Just as Ross starts to worry that the Sheriff will call everything off, the prints come back from the human expert.

Joe Ross sits at his desk with the envelope in his hands. He taps his foot impatiently as he waits for Joe Grillo to show up. Finally, Ross sees him approaching. Before Grillo even gets all the way to his desk, Ross is unsealing the envelope. His gut is telling him the news is bad, and he wants to rip the bandaid off. Grillo arrives at his elbow just as he slides the report out.

Thumb and pointer finger inconclusive. Too smudged even for the county’s top expert to get anything from. Middle finger, ring finger, and partial pinky — positive identification. There it is, the thing that Ross has been hoping to read for weeks, but was convinced he’d never see. Suspect Name: Corey Cunningham. He turns to Grillo to celebrate just as the other Joe’s phone rings.

“Grillo,” he answers gruffly, annoyed at the interruption. Ross strains to overhear the conversation, but only gets one side. “You did?… Okay, so where… Let me get something to write this down.” He gestures roughly to Ross who shoves a pen and a sticky pad into his hands. Ross watches as Grillo writes down an address a couple hours away from Haddonfield.

“Is this it?” He mouths to Grillo, who waves him away as he finishes his phone call. “Is this it?” He repeats as Grillo hangs up.

“That’s it. He was airlifted. He was only at Haddonfield Memorial to get onto the helicopter and someone fucked up his records. I’m leaving right now to go see if that motherfucker is still alive.” The Joes high five in triumph as Grillo shrugs into his coat.

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Nancy is sitting by herself at the nurse’s station organizing paperwork when a cop walks up. He’s not dressed like local police, his uniform is green. The patch on his bicep says Warren County. He smacks his badge on the counter and clears his throat.

“Yes?” She replies in a sour voice.

“You got a Corey Cunningham as a patient in here?” The cop asks.

“I don’t know, deputy, do you have a warrant?” Nancy attempts to match his posture and tone.

After Dottie, that vulture from maternity, had come to ask about Corey the other night, Nancy had gone home and done some research. She found the podcast and listened to it, despite her usual distaste for true crime bullshit. The storytelling was garbage and the hosts seemed to derive an obscene pleasure from the suffering of everyone involved, but it gave her a basic understanding of what happened. Afterwards, she found a YouTube channel that posted a video claiming to analyze the psychology of Corey’s police interview. It had been a long time since Nancy took psychology, but she knew most of the claims in the video were bogus, just like the podcast. She tuned most of the narration out, focusing on the footage of Corey. She couldn’t help but care for the boy in the interrogation video. He seemed so small and naive. Completely unprepared for the harsh reality of what happened to him.

The arresting officer was a real piece of work too. Lying to Corey and making thinly veiled threats to his safety. If this is how he behaved when he knew the conversation was being recorded, she could only imagine how he treated suspects outside of the camera’s watchful eye. When Corey turned his frightened face towards the lens, Nancy felt like he was looking right into her eyes, begging for her help.

When the video ended she moved onto news stories, trying to find a less biased perspective. It proved difficult. His trial had to be moved to a different county because he had no hope for an impartial jury in his home jurisdiction. The town had a serial killer problem or something, and Corey’s accident had turned him into the villain they needed. It was sick. And that blabbermouth Dottie was probably telling everyone in the hospital that they had a real life murderer in their midst.

That was when Nancy had first started caring for Corey, when he had just been transferred out of the ICU. She’d felt deeply disturbed while reading his chart, and absolutely astounded that he’d survived. Two gunshots, a stab wound, and a broken neck. Multiple large bruises and massive soft tissue damage, some of which was already old and healing. Mild concussion, also days old. Cuts, scrapes, friction burns. A nasty gash in his palm that looked like it had already been stitched closed once, with a bright red spider web of infection streaking from it.

Was it lucky or unlucky that the knife had passed right between major veins and arteries? That it had just barely clipped his vocal folds? That two of his vertebrae had been fractured, but his spinal cord remained undamaged? Was it lucky or unlucky that, despite the infection already festering when he arrived at the hospital, all his wounds closed with ease, that he was spared sepsis and gangrene? After everything he’d been through, did God love Corey Cunningham or hate him?

“A warrant?” Grillo responds, sounding annoyed.

“Yes, sir. I can’t confirm or deny if someone is a patient without a warrant, it’s a breach of privacy.”

“Can you get me someone who’s in charge around here?” He slaps his badge against the counter impatiently.

“Sure I can, sir. But we’re really short staffed right now, so it would probably be hours before they would have time to speak to you. We’re busy saving lives.” Instead of ruining them, she wants to add.

“Fine. A warrant.” Grillo says tersely. He smacks his badge on the counter one more time before turning away and heading towards the elevator.

As soon as she hears the doors slide closed, Nancy pulls up Corey’s chart. She scans it quickly, trying to figure out how close to discharge ready she can get him, tonight. She can’t let the boy from the interrogation video go through that again. It would really be best for him to stay in the hospital for at least another week, but that is not a luxury he has. Corey Cunningham deserves a break, even if just a small one, and Nancy can give it to him if she acts right now.

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Corey looks at the ceiling, noticing a cluster of dead bugs inside the light over his bed. I wish I was like them, he thinks. Dead. Turned to paper by time. Forgotten and inconsequential. A fitting end for a short, stupid life.

There’s a small knock on his door, followed by the creak of hinges. Corey attempts to move his head to look, but mostly fails. In the very edge of his vision he sees Nurse Nancy entering. Her arms are full with some kind of bundle.

“How are we doing?” She asks. Corey can’t be bothered to respond. “I’m gonna sit you up, okay? I have something important to talk to you about.”

The bed rumbles to life and folds Corey at the waist until he’s the most vertical he’s been in weeks. “What is it?” His hoarse whisper less jarring to him every time he speaks, getting used to the way he sounds now.

“A cop came by just now, looking for you.” Nancy says gravely. Corey tenses up at this information and it sends pain radiating through him. He winces and Nancy looks at him with pity. “I know who you are. I know about the manslaughter case. They didn’t have a warrant so I couldn't tell them if you were a patient or not. They’re going to be back soon.” She puts her bundle down and stands with her hands on her hips.

“I have a plan,” she continues, “to get you out of here before they come back. You’re not ready to be discharged yet, but I think you have better odds out there on your own than inside a jail cell. It’s up to you if you want to stay or go.”

“What’s the plan?” He wheezes. He’d do anything in the world to avoid going to prison. He remembers the time he spent in jail after the accident with Jeremy, viscerally. No way he would ever do that again. He’s confident that now he could handle the guards and the other inmates much more effectively. But he had spent his whole life in a cage, under surveillance, suffocating. First Momma, then all of Haddonfield. Fuck that. He would rather die than spend another moment on lockdown, in a very literal way. The only thing worse than being alive would be prison.

“You’re going to ask me to discharge you against medical advice. I’m going to beg you to stay for just a couple more days, a couple more hours even, until the doctor can come look you over at least. You’re going to refuse.” She starts to unravel the bundle she brought with her.

“You were so insistent that I had to let you go. So I printed your chart and some care instructions…” She waves some papers around, “and brought you some warm clothes from the lost and found, since what you were wearing at admittance was destroyed.” One by one she holds up a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, a sweater, and a parka. “I just guessed your size.”

Corey listens carefully, amazed and confused at the lengths the nurse is willing to go to to help him. She knows about Jeremy but she must not know about everyone else. She would stick her neck out for a kid who caught a tough break, but certainly not for an honest to god, cold blooded killer.

“When I asked how you were getting home, if you had anyone to look after you, you refused to tell me. I did everything I could to keep you here, and everything I could to discharge you safely when you wouldn’t stay. What do you think of that?”

“I think you better discharge me, right now. I’m ready to go the fuck home, and I’m not waiting for the doctor.” He tries to muster an insistent tone.

“That’s what I hoped to hear,” Nancy says with a smile. “I’ll be right back to remove your IV and all that.” She practically runs to the door.

Corey sits uncomfortably in the truck stop diner booth, chewing a piece of leathery bacon. It takes great effort to sit up straight, his muscles weakened so much by his hospital stay. If he can catch a ride with one of the truckers in the parking lot, hopefully they’ll let him lay in their bunk. And maybe they’ll have drugs, he thinks, the last of the painkillers from the hospital leaving his system. He doesn’t know where he’s going, or what he’ll do when he gets there. He just knows he needs to get the fuck out of Illinois as quickly as possible.

Nurse Nancy had unhooked all the wires and pulled out all the tubes that helped Corey stay alive, then got him dressed. She brought him his work boots and his father’s ring, the only two things that hadn’t been cut off by medical personnel on Halloween. The only two things in the world left from his old life. Someone had already scrubbed the blood out of the crevices in the ring, destroying the evidence that Corey was not merely the victim of another tragic Halloween in Haddonfield. Then Nancy ordered him an Uber and gave him all the cash in her wallet. A total of $78.

He swallows the last sip of his chocolate milk, sludgy with undissolved syrup, then slides awkwardly out of the booth. He doesn’t leave a tip. He only has $65 left after the food itself. He stumbles on unfamiliar legs through the diner, past the coin operated showers, and outside. He scans every face he sees, looking for someone who feels right. Friendly, or else easy to intimidate. He spots a gangly young man who looks about his age, maybe younger, hopping down from the cab of his truck. Corey doesn’t know much about fashion, but he thinks this guy looks punk or something. Like the dudes in high school whose girlfriends all dyed their hair purple, who he had always wanted to be friends with.

“Hey man,” Corey says to him, trying to sound casual. “Can I catch a ride with you?”

“Where are you trying to go?” The punk driver asks.

“Wherever you’re willing to take me.” Corey tries to shrug but it hurts too much.

The driver agrees to give him a ride. He says his name is Evan. Corey doesn’t offer a name. Evan tells him they’re hauling a load of cheese from Wisconsin southward to Georgia. Corey has to get out before Evan makes the cheese drop though, because he’s not supposed to have anyone else in the truck with him.

Evan turns the volume on his cacophonous music down to talk. From his friendly chatter Corey deduces it’s sometime during the week between Christmas and New year. Holy shit, he was in the hospital a long time. In October he’d hoped he could kiss Allyson at midnight on New Year’s. He’d never done anything to celebrate, and they would be in a new town, starting their new lives together. Now Corey would be alone for the holiday. Starting a new life by himself, while he can only assume Allyson’s life is over. He looks out the window so Evan won’t see his grief.

As they barrel south, they pass through miles and miles of empty fields, waiting, dormant. The flatness of the plains gives way to hills and then mountains. The elevation changes make Corey’s ears pop, and the tight curves in the road jostle him from side to side. He doesn’t ask Evan if he can sleep in the bunk, or if he has any drugs, and Evan doesn’t offer. Not long after they exit the mountains, they enter the tangled web of Atlanta, the highways and interstates knotting around each other, ensnaring cars like thousands of insects. Then they emerge into central Georgia, and Corey sees the south as it’s represented in cartoons, tiny little nothing towns separated for miles by woods and family farms.

Evan pilots the truck through endless decrepit historical downtowns with mostly empty storefronts. These places aren’t dissimilar to Haddonfield, slowly becoming more abandoned and rotten in the wake of Michael’s rampages. The familiarity is bittersweet. Corey wonders if these towns have their own boogeyman legends. He wonders if their boogeymen are real. A hard, dark part of him hopes they are. That these towns have all felt the wrath of the monsters they personally created.

They come to a truck stop on the edge of a city. Even from here, just barely within the limits, Corey can tell it’s the biggest town they’ve seen in hours. Evan informs him that his destination is nearby, so this is where they must part. Corey thanks him for his kindness then slips out of the truck.

Late December in south Georgia is much warmer than in Illinois, and Corey starts sweating in his parka immediately. But he keeps it zipped, with the hood up, to obscure himself as much as possible. He shambles across a parking lot to a motel that looks like it was frozen in time 60 years ago. He spends all of his remaining money on a room for the night. The towels are scratchy, the bed frame is creaky, and there’s a mysterious stain on the carpet in the corner of his room. None of it matters. He peels off his parka and falls straight to sleep.

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A few days after Corey’s escape, Nancy is once again seated alone at the nurse’s station when the cop comes in. This time he slams a warrant down on the counter.

“Corey Cunningham,” is all the asshole says. Nancy takes the warrant from him and makes a big show of reading it. Grillo’s face starts to turn red.

“Checked himself out against medical advice,” Nancy says, biting back a smile.

“Where the fuck did he go!” Grillo demands, half shouting.

“I need you to keep your voice down, deputy. This is a hospital. Patients don’t usually make a habit of telling me their plans after they leave, especially those who are adamant about leaving before their treatment is complete. I can give you his chart, but your guess about where he is is certainly better than mine.”

Nancy prepares the information requested in the warrant, feeling victorious. She smiles the rest of the day. Good luck, Corey Cunningham. She tries to think loud enough for him to hear her, wherever he is.

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When Grillo gets back from his second trip to the hospital, Ross can see all over his face that the news is bad. Fuck, is all he thinks.

“He was there. I got his chart,” Grillo tells him

“That’s what we wanted?” Joe Ross says, confused.

“He was there. Past tense. He fucking checked himself out against medical advice! He’s in the fucking wind!” Grillo roars.

“Well, put out a fucking APB then!” Ross yells back. But he knows before he finishes his sentence that an APB won’t be happening. Nothing else will be happening, because here comes the Sheriff, striding towards his desk with a stern look on his face. And just like that, Doug Mulaney’s disappearance and the murders of Tanner Mathis and Deborah Jennings go cold.

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