#male pronouns

[trashytoastboi]

Hi mate! :D If ya have time, Can i ask hcs for Hawkins, Law, Kid and Killer reacting to seeing s/o's face for the first time?, (male, pirate ally s/o) Since his very conscious of the big scar on his forehead reaching to his chin and why he always wear a mask

Hiya! Of course! Sorry for the long wait on this and hope you enjoy 🍞🍀

Headcanons: Hawkins, Law, Kid, Killer x Male! S/O – Reacting to seeing their S/O's face for the first time

(Male Pronouns)

Basil Hawkins

🔮 {Name} and Hawkins had hit it off so well that Hawkins fell pretty hard in a short amount of time. He truly was so charmed by {Name}, his personality and his little quirks or his witty sense of humour all became points that Hawkins really enjoyed about his partner. Some people brought up the curious question if Hawkins had even seen {Name’s} face as having it constantly covered created a very mysterious impression of him. 

🔮 The mask did have some difficulties such as eating and drinking restrictions, {Name} mostly ate by himself as the mask was not flexible enough to eat with it on. Hawkins never really minded so long as {Name} was comfortable. Hawkins being himself over held immense curiosity for anything unknown to him. Earlier on in the relationship he had the impulsivity to ask his cards for reason, even considering scrying to learn of {Name’s} appearance. Though he decided against it in respect for his partner. 

🔮 {Name} cautiously looked around the room, making sure no one was around before he took off his mask. Desperately needing a drink of water to ease his thirst in the oppressive heat wave. The mask was hot enough without the heat wave making it feel like an oven. His face was covered in sweat and he felt like he could breathe properly. {Name} reached for a towel to wipe the sweat, failing to notice when Hawkins had walked into the room and for the first time locked eyes with his partner without the mask. 

🔮 Hawkins is surprised to see {Name’s} face. By all means he really found {Name} attractive, but seeing how he panicked and tried to cover his face made Hawkins worry. “I didn’t want you to see it…” {Name} murmured sadly. The thing in mention was a rather prominent scar on his face, one that ran along the length of his face. So many people avoided {Name} and mocked his appearance that it became easier to conceal everything. He grew to hate his reflection just for the sight that was reflected back. He always assumed that others would hold an even harsher outlook. 

🔮 Hating oneself was not exactly a foreign concept to Hawkins, and while he could say from where he stood that {Name} shouldn’t have minded the comments of others he knew it was not as simple when on the receiving end. {Name} tried to awkwardly shuffle to where he left his mask and ended up tripping due to the poor visibility. Hawkins helped {Name} up and passed his mask to him. Hawkins felt a sliver of happiness finally being able to see the face of the one he so dearly loves, but his happiness is irrelevant if it caused {Name} so much distress. 

🔮 {Name} secured his mask on. Hawkins placed a kiss on the mask, an affectionate gesture the two of them developed. “I know it’s hard for you my love, but truly, you are still so beautiful in my eyes” Hawkins awkwardly said, attempting to comfort {Name}. Seeing his efforts really made {Name} happy, he felt a little more trusting and confident in slowly getting used to the idea of showing his face a little more around Hawkins. 

Trafalgar Law

🍄 Seeing someone with an out of ordinary fashion sense, was actually pretty normal amongst the various pirates. {Name} didn’t stand out even when wearing a mask that entirely concealed his face. Law is a very thoughtful person, physical appearance didn’t hold the first and foremost consideration of his partners. He wanted someone who resonated with him on an intellectual and emotional level. 

🍄 {Name} had yet to work up the courage to show Law his face. {Name} knew Law, and knew that Law most likely wouldn’t react badly when he discovered the scar on his face. {Name} flinched every time he thought about revealing his face. Picturing Law’s disgusted face or his expression when he saw his scar, {Name} pulled himself back and away from the idea of showing his face. 

🍄 Unfortunate for {Name} but a situation in which Law saw his face did arise. Law noticed his partner being out of sorts that in turn led to discovering that [Name} caught a cold and was running a very bad fever. Law had the savvy to get {Name} to bed to rest as quickly as possible. Law insisted on him removing his mask so he could have water, medication, and breathe properly without the masks’ obstruction. Law was not in any way rude about it, but was a bit forceful purely out of worry for {Name}, he did offer to leave the room or turn around if it would make {Name} feel better. 

🍄 {Name} could feel the genuine concern from Law over his health and decided to remove his mask. The entire lead up felt nerve wracking, so much so he wanted to hide or cry. It had been so long since anyone saw his face, and {Name} dreaded the idea of Law feeling repulsed by his appearance. After he removed his mask he averted his gaze, waiting for the gasp of shock and horror. {Name} felt a cool hand press against his forehead. “Your temperature is really high.” Law stated with a worried tone. 

🍄 Law smiled softly, his hand cradling {Name’s} face. He understood {Name’s} hesitance to show his face due to the large scar that ran from his forehead to his chin. A rather deep and grizzly scar that more than anything had Law concerned over how badly it must have hurt {Name.} Not only in the physical sense but in the psychological sense to completely conceal his face for years. Without thinking Law leaned in and softly kissed the scar, {Name} backed away slightly out of surprise. 

🍄 {Name} felt so reassured that all of his worry and expectation was shattered by Law’s honest and gentle affections. Law didn’t flinch or think it was disgusting, rather he showed concern and sadness for the reasons that had to do with his care for {Name}. Law comforted him with constant reassurance and telling him how handsome he looked. It created a safe space where {Name} slowly felt he could be accepted and grew comfortable enough to start removing his mask around Law.

Eustass Kid

🛠 Kid is direct and insistent that even if he didn’t care about {Name’s} face since he already liked him, he still wanted to sate his deep rooted curiosity of seeing {Name’s} face. Kid would never force {Name} to show Kid his face, but still he sometimes would tell {Name} about the kind of ideas he formed in his mind of his appearance. The lizard man was an interesting theory but {Name} did outright deny that one. To give Kid a crumb, something hopefully enough to satiate his curiosity {Name} explained how he looked, his features, some random marks or how some people have commented on his appearance. 

🛠 “So you’re a handsome bastard and you’re bragging about it?” Kid replied after his takeaway from {Name’s} explanation. “I also have a really large scar…It doesn’t look so nice…” {Name} explained running his fingers over the mask where his scar lay underneath. Kid stared at him with absolute shock, he frantically gestured to his face showing off his own scars. “So you don’t like my scars?” He asked, {Name} stumbled over his words saying it was different. 

🛠 “How so?” Kid questioned, well it came apparent in the way they regarded their scars. Kid wore them proudly, boasted the fact that he clashed head on with an emperor of the sea and survived with his life, one arm lighter and covered in the evidence tattered all over his body. Even if it hurt, it stung his pride that he lost in the first place he turned them into his point of pride. [Name} was the opposite, his scar became a point of insecurity and shame, he covered it and hid it away from others and himself. 

🛠 “So, are you going to show me or what?” Kid grinned, almost trying to challenge {Name}. Well, nothing to lose, Kid was practically covered in scars and it probably wouldn’t be anything new for him to see. {Name} slowly removed his mask, feeling awkward and a little regretful that he gave into Kid’s provocations so easily. Kid closed the distance to look at {Name’s} face from close up. Kid sighed. “It’s a crime covering up a face like that. Your scar barely affects how good looking you are.”  

🛠 “What..?” he muttered, confused over what Kid said so plainly. Kid’s hand grabbed {Name’s} face and pulled him into an unexpected and deep kiss. Kid grinned, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.” {Name} could feel the heat rising to his face, trying to process the last few minutes of compliments and the sudden kiss. “Oh? You can make a face like that huh?” Kid jeered, his grin only growing wider as he loved seeing the diverse reactions {Name} had to offer. 

🛠 Kid made a point of asking and encouraging {Name} to have his mask off around him, of course he relentlessly teased and flirted with {Name} including a stolen kiss or two. Kid’s abrupt and nonchalant attitude towards {Name’s} scar actually made him feel better about it, realizing that it did not encompass everything about him. There was so much more to him that just appearance and with Kid’s constant comments about how {Name} is actually good looking. 

Killer

🍜 Killer and {Name} occasionally got a few odd looks when they went on dates, two fully masked men awkwardly trying to eat or drink with their masks on without removing them. Killer and {Name} could equally agree they had a deeper understanding of their insecurities, more so than others. They often confided in one another about the things that troubled them or what they didn’t like about themselves. These discussions usually ended in a lot of back and forth of one another trying to explain that they were more than their insecurities. 

🍜 Killer and {Name} had been discussing the possibility of encouraging each other to remove their masks. In their own space when they each had the courage to do so. People may not have understood the courage that hiding behind a mask provided, or that you may have seen a person in a more genuine manner when they could differentiate themselves away from what they disliked. 

🍜 The act of showing each other their faces held a much deeper meaning than just curiosity, it was a form of vulnerability and trust between them. “One, two, three…” In unison they spoke, counting to the moment of their reveal. {Name} and Killer removed their masks. The surge of self-doubt came up. {Name} was happy to see Killer’s face, the joy of which eased his own distress. Killer looked up to {Name’s} face, he saw a large scar and could see {Name’s} aversion to his gaze. 

🍜 Killer didn’t want to dismiss {Name’s} insecurity over his scar, but on the same hand he failed to see anything wrong with {Name}. He is still as wonderful as he always has been in Killer’s eyes, if anything more so now that he had a face to put to him. Killer’s hand reached up to touch the scar, running his fingers along its length. “I know this won’t mean much, but your scar isn’t everything. You still have some of the prettiest eyes I’ve seen, and…-” Killer was cut off by {Name’s} laughter, “I appreciate it Kil” Seeing how Killer recited this like a romance novel actually convinced him all the more of the sincerity and truth all the more. 

🍜 {Name’s} initial worries had easily been laid to rest, though he still couldn’t deny that years of his growing distaste towards his appearance would not be so easily overturned. He found comfort in Killer’s attempts to reassure him and his awkward arguments of convincing {Name} that he was still so wonderful, regardless of his scar. Killer had an almost resonating understanding of how deep insecurities could go, how deep they could burrow in your mind and entire identity. He is still determined to try to encourage and comfort his partner. 

🍜 Killer and {Name} started to spend time together without their masks, getting used to the idea of being more comfortable without them. Killer grew a little more affectionate with this deeper sense of trust and intimacy. Not to mention having easier access for the occasional kiss or two. 

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[rpmsngs-a]

𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 '𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

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[yanderu-deredere]

Eun-jeong Yoo, Ryuunosuke Yamamoto, Gavin Byrne with an artist reader who uses them as inspiration in his art.

a/n: thank you so much for the request! just wanted to warn everyone that most of this is gender neutral except the last one with gavin where i use male pronouns/boyfriend to refer to his darling. i did it just cus anon asked for it. hope you guys like and enjoy!

eun-jeong yoo ★ profile

I feel like I mention this a lot when I write about Eun-jeong but he's very insecure about a lot of things all the time. It’s not about his appearance though (excluding his burn scars) but more about what kind of person he is. 

Sometimes, his biggest fear is that he looks the same outside as he does inside. 

He’s a very lucid yandere where he understands that this obsession inside of him is dark and all consuming, that it’s very disturbing. He knows his urge to hide you away from the world is both good (because it’s to protect you) but also bad (because he doesn’t care about how much it’ll warp you in the end). 

That being said, the worst part of it all is the fact that he knows he’s being selfish. That the way he covets you despite understanding that being around him also ruins you. 

So, the fact that you can look at him and find something worthwhile, something gorgeous and artistic? It brings him to his knees.

If you draw him or paint him or sketch him and show him, he won’t know what to say. He’ll be flustered, of course, but the words to describe the feelings your drawing evokes don’t exist.

It would probably be some picture of him sitting by a window sill or hunkered over his desk doing paperwork; it’s something mundane and ordinary. Maybe you even drew him looking at you in that way he always does.

To him, he’s some ugly piece of shit. In your drawing, he looks so so beautiful. In his drawing, he looks ethereal as the light from the window shines on him. In your painting, he looks handsome in the dim fluorescent lights. In your sketch, he looks at you with adoration, his eyes soft and kind and gentle.

You show him a side of himself he’d never seen in any mirror and it both breaks and puts his heart together. You’re an angel bringing him salvation.

ryuunosuke yamamoto ★ profile

Ryuu is an artist himself so he understands the struggle of finding inspiration!

He’s never been consistent about creating. He’s always gone through phases where he doesn’t draw at all before suddenly having the urge to draw everything all at once, only to then finish nothing because he can’t find it in himself to pick up a stylus.

He draws anime style. Very manga-esque, very early Japanese animation kind of deal. His art style is very much inspired by original Sailor Moon, Inuyasha, Yuyu Hakusho, Tokyo Mew mew, etc. Growing up with all of that stuff made him wish he could create an anime or a manga that instilled in others the feelings those series instilled in him.

They made him feel not alone. They made him feel like he could conquer the world, that he could grow up and do whatever the hell he wanted to do because Sailor Moon could do it, because Ichigo could do it, because Urameshi didn’t give a shit about anyone else’s opinions and he could do it; so why couldn’t Ryuu?

Of course, that opinion very much got crushed as he grew up and realised that the world wasn’t as full of potential as he thought it was.

Which is why he finds it so baffling that you find inspiration in him, that out of all the people and things in the world, he specifically fills you with passion to do art. He was a nobody who trafficked drugs and ice cream, what about him was so wonderful.

Still, he’d encourage you. He wouldn’t be able to understand, of course, but that doesn’t stop him from finding beauty in your art. Sometimes, he’d look at the way you draw him, without the things he uses to cover up, just him in his most natural state, and wonder how you could make a monster like him look like a masterpiece.

He knows himself that artists always instil a lot of love into their artwork at the thought of you loving him so much that you exert effort and patience and time to draw him or paint him or sculpt him makes him fall even more in love with you.

gavin byrne ★ profile

Unlike the other two, Gavin isn’t surprised. He subscribes to the belief that there’s a higher power out there. Maybe not God (cus the Christians have ruined that for him completely) but there had to be some sort of fate, something that meant there was more to the world than just pure randomness.

After all, something had to bring you to him or him to you, right? You’re so perfect for him, so wonderful, his twin flame, his soulmate, the other half to his heart; there’s no way that was mere coincidence, right? 

So, of course he’s not surprised. You’re his muse after all. Something about you sitting pretty, doing ordinary mundane things, maybe even just breathing, brought passion to his chest and energy to his fingertips.

If he felt that way about you, if you could inspire so much love and adoration and creativity in him, why wouldn’t he do the same to you? In fact, if Gavin is with an artist, he pretty much expects it. After all, if you love him like you said you do, he’d definitely have to illicit the same emotions in you as you do in him.

The fact that he expects it doesn’t make it any less awe inspiring though. He’d look at every single piece of art you make as if God himself placed it with his giant glowing hand into Gavin’s hands. 

(Which, honestly, is accurate because, if Gavin didn’t know any better, he’d claim you were some higher being blessing him yourself)

Also, he’d totally collect every scrap he can get his grubby hands on. Like, yes, all of the yanderes would do the same but Gavin does it to an insane degree. He’d collect all of them and *gasp* display it at the tattoo shop for all to see. 

If you go in there when he’s tattooing a client, you’ll hear him babbling nonsense about your art. Something like:

Did you see that sketch of me? Yeah, it’s on a Chipotle napkin but it’s a fucking work of art, I swear. Yeah, my boyfriend did it. Yeah, he does that a lot. Why did I frame it? What do you mean why, it’s literally a masterpiece.It’s very embarrassing but it’s him and you loved him enough to memorise how to draw his hair, his freckles, the specific way his nose swoops, the way his eyes narrow, the way his lips quirk. How could he not be obsessed with the way you give your love physical form?

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere #male darling #male pronouns #eunjeong #ryuu #gavin #drabbles

[tleavemealone]

She made it unrebloggable 😂

#radfem #radical feminist #trans #transgender #pronouns #male violence #male privilege

[yxami]

Not a request !! Just wanted to share

But ughhh- Imagine how cute it would be if reader is finally dating Yandere!Streamer. 😣😩

Like the viewers are DYING to know who this mystery girl behind the camera is. Occasionally, she makes her little cameos–a hand giving him his energy drink, a figure seen walking past in the background, a voice that’s obviously not from him– Seriously, who could this be???

The viewers concluded that it just might be his mom or sister.

But oh boy were they wrong.

He was streaming like usual and- Oh look! Here comes the mystery girl! What’s that? He turned towards her direction, causing half of his face to go off camera? What’s he doin-

Was that the familiar sound of a kiss?!?

He comes back to look at his screen only to see the chat being spammed with question marks.

Dunno, just a little brainrot. 💁‍♀️

So cuteee, if he were ever to pop up with hickeys from reader they’d probably freak out questioning whether he actually did have a girlfriend or not.

He prefers to keep reader private for her safety and mainly for the fact that he’s a greedy little bitch and wants you to only be his spectacle, not for his viewers that donate him their entire life savings.

Even if his readers were begging and whining for you to be shown he’d simply ignore the comments and make random shit to talk about.

Yandere streamer would likely still be as creepy as he was before, he’d act like your fan rather the other way around. He’d observe every face you made during the window’s of time the two of you had with his long lives, putting you into positions where he could admire your entire body.

Even if you were to cherish him as the idol and favorite streamer you used to see him as, he’d be double if not triple the amount of a fan for you. He’d give you money whenever you wanted, make you a mod in his streams if you wanted, and let you have full range on his server for his fans.

But only work as a normal person in his streams! “Never reveal yourself as my girlfriend, I don’t want people harassing you!” He’d always say.

He’d spoil you with beautiful clothes, including cute little dresses he would like to see you in, admiring your every move and the floor you walk on. He’d find ways to serve you when he wasn’t streaming.

For example, he’d learn how to cook from videos he saw and try to impress you with dinner after you come home from working, even learning how to massage sore places to relax you.

He’d basically treat you like his hardworking wife rather than a girlfriend.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #pls request #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #soft yandere #yandere blurb #yandere writing #yandere stuff #yandere oc #yandere fluff #yandere request #yandere requests #soft stuff #soft yan #fem reader #female reader #fem pronouns #yandere streamer #yandere streamer oc #yxami’s yam

[henrioo]

I'm the only guy who uses masculine pronouns who gets really pissed off when he reads a fanfic and it says GENDER NEUTRAL, so when you read it you simply find what

"Girlfriend" "My girl" "My woman" "Mama"

Like, bitch doesn't matter if you're using a neutral pronoun, the moment you use a feminine pronoun stop being a gender-neutral reader

But I think this only gets worse in smut fanfics

The person goes there and puts GENDER NEUTRAL AFAB READER

So if you're a person with afab who isn't cis, wow, a fanfic with my genitals but neutral pronouns so I don't have dysphoria or feel uncomfortable!

And guess what? Again you will find it there

"good girl" "my girl" "my woman" "my girlfriend" and blah blah

Look man, let's be honest, do you want to write solely for female and Afab readers? Okay, it's your right! You can do this completely at will and with a clear conscience

But for god's sake! DON'T PUT ON THAT YOU'RE A FUCKING GENDER NEUTRAL READER IF YOU'RE GOING TO EVENTUALLY USE FEMALE PRONOUNS

THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS, IF YOU WANT TO USE FEMALE PRONOUNS JUST SAY IT'S A FUCKING FEM READER, IT WILL SAVE US READERS WITH MALE OR NEUTRAL PRONOUNS FROM READING THIS

That's it, my outburst of personal hatred and at the same time an extra determination to write more male reader

Because besides having a lot of fem content, it seems that the creators who try to make it gender neutral are too stupid to understand how gender and neutral pronouns work

Just say it's a FEM reader, you're not gonna die if you do this asshole

#one piece x reader #one piece #one piece x you #one piece imagine #imagines #henri talk #one piece smut #one piece x masc reader #one piece x transmasc reader #one piece x male reader #x male reader #x masc reader #x transmasc reader #x trans male reader #seriously just say it's fem reader #stop being dumb #fucking dumb #fucking dumbass #it's not hard using REAL neutral pronouns #you are not even trying hard on it #sometimes people are dumb #kinda angry but not really

[elizakai]

Reminder that Dreamtale Twins are canonically sexless beings who identify with male pronouns.

yk what that means troops~💫

#utmv #ut au #sans aus #undertale #Dreamtale #dream sans #nightmare sans #It’s headcanon time #I like to headcanon that they use male pronouns but don’t actually care or think about it #Because they have literally all and none of the gender anyways✨✨✨ #they are beings of energy grace and magical girl juice #They don’t restrain based on sex or gender #like tumblr queens fr fr #Or I love stories where they are femme #Because literally why not #Fluid kings #I headcanon that they don’t pay attention to or simply don’t care about labels all that much #and just use he/him as a default 🤷🏽‍♀️ #Some fandom positivity for the night! #trans dreamtale headcanons #Trans

[andiv3r]

Not to be that guy, but... hey he/they trans guys, I just wanna ask. Do you use "they" because it feels right... because it clicks as part of your identity... or because it doesn't hurt as much as she/her, so it must be okay.

And don't just evaluate this for they/them. Evaluate it for he/him as well. "I'm a guy so I have to use he/him" no the fuck you do not. Plenty of guys use they/them. Plenty of guys use she/her. Plenty use it/its/ve/vir/ce/cir and are still men. If he/him doesn't fit, you don't fucking have to use he/him and it doesn't make you any less of a man. You know that... right?

Also before this post starts an argument I am not pissing on he/they pronoun users I am simply reminding all you transmascs that there is no obligation binding you to those specific pronouns... a post I needed to see myself.

#andiv3r rambles #trans #transgender #trans ftm #ftm #trans male #transmasc #trans boy #trans guy #trans man #pronouns #recently noticed a trend of trans guys using he/they for a while before realizing they really don't fucking like they/them pronouns #and just used them out of some weird sort of social obligation of “well i don't pass as a guy so i'm gonna get called 'they' anyway” #along with “well it's better than she/her i guess...” #and like... guys. you know you are under no obligation to use they/them right? #same for he/him “i reeeally prefer they/them but i AM a guy so... i sort of have to use he/him too lol” no the fuck you don't??? #do whatever you want forever dudes. #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgbt+ #i made this post because i really needed to see it myself a while back but i didn't #had to have the revelation on my own

[trashytoastboi]

ooh, I'm in the mood for some tasty angst, yes ma'am/sir/mx! can I request an angsty scenario (for the 1,000 follower event, of course!) with the prompt #3 and the overall theme of a love that was returned but not meant to be? Is it alright to continue this in another post too if needed be since my request is a bit specific and the word limit is there? Anyway, it has a male alpha reader and beta Aizawa in love with one another and sharing acknowledged feelings for one another (cont. in next ask)

Heyya! 🍞🍀 sure thing! Sorry its been such a long wait, hope you enjoy~

(Male Pronouns)

1000 Follower Event!

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Scenario: ABO AU! Male! Alpha! Reader x Beta! Aizawa - #3. Arranged marriage/bonding.

“I was bawling, In some things you just can't help from falling. And all of your wisdom only makes me feel like I...I don't deserve the freedom. To love with my own heart. To care for another more than myself. To love with my own heart. To care for another more than myself. The love that we stole.” - Love That We Stole by Bears Den

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Word count: 4,096 words

☕Aizawa Shota☕

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{Name} paused outside the restaurant. Taking a quick once over to make sure his hair and outfit were in tip top shape for his date. He stepped into the restaurant looking at the interior. The warmth from the heaters and the smell of delicious dishes that drifted from the kitchens were enticing. {Name} stopped to speak to the host, confirming the table that had been reserved under his name. Being led to the prepared table with a wonderful view, a little closer to the back and further from the other tables. It was the same table from the first date they had. Something closer to a fond memory that he hoped to share with his partner. {Name} settled at the table, looking around to count all the things that had changed since the last time they had been there together. {Name} arrived a little earlier than the initial meeting time, mostly to make sure everything could be as good as it could get. His face lightened up with a bright smile when he saw Aizawa stepping into the entrance of the restaurant. {Name} felt tempted to stand up and wave at his partner to catch his attention, however opted to smile, stand and pull the chair out for Aizawa. Aizawa greeted {Name}, an evident spark in his tired eyes at the sight of him. {Name} pushes the seat back to the table, and Aizawa couldn’t help himself from feeling bashful over his actions. {Name} thus far had been the only one who went so far for Aizawa and truly kept a very gentlemanly demeanor towards his partner. Aizawa felt spoiled and appreciative for this, never before had he been treated with such endearment and affection. No matter how long they had been in the relationship; the gentle affections and kindness that radiated from the overflowing love {Name} has for him always catches Aizawa off guard.

After a breath and stutter on the conversation, an adjustment to the atmosphere and a moment to fully settle in. The two finally find their pace and exchange some light greetings, albeit a bit awkward but the conversation flows naturally and without pause. Aizawa takes a look around the interior, seemingly counting all the things that differed from the last time. A very similar action to what {Name} had done as soon as he arrived. {Name} silently watched Aizawa with a content expression, following his eyes and trying to discern his thoughts. Even without realizing it, {Name} beamed with happiness just by being in Aizawa's company.

“Do you remember our first date?” Aizawa inquired, turning his attention back to {Name} and disrupting his little happy bubble. {Name} chuckled, “How could I forget?” he paused, took a sip of his drink and fondly reminisces through his thoughts. “I kept asking you to go out with me every single time I saw you. Although, you always refused until one day you finally said yes.” {Name} shook his head as if to think of the occasion and his actions of his youth as a little silly when he thought of his sheer persistence. “You act as if it was ages ago. Its only been three years.” Aizawa chirped. {Name} raised an eyebrow, “Only” he mused. Aizawa cleared his throat “If I’ll give you points for anything, it's for tenacity.”

“I admit, I was a bit adamant. Though can you blame me? Someone as amazing you just wandering into my life and suddenly I experienced something like love at first sight.” {Name} adverted his eyes and felt himself growing shy from his words especially when seeing Aizawa with that self satisfactory smile. “I was so happy I really thought my heart would burst then and there.”

The conversation halts while the two run through the memories of the time. Thinking back to what they were doing, what did they say? How did they feel? How did they survive those few too many awkward encounters.

“Still, I remember worrying about how I would dress that day. You know how surprised I was when you showed up in a suit and with a bouquet?” Aizawa gestured, exaggerating just how big the bouquet really was. “What can I say? I wanted to woo you the right way.” {Name} rubbed the back of his neck, paired with a slight nervous chuckle. “Your awkward charm definitely did the trick.”

Conversation followed a strange pattern of reminiscing, most likely due to the location. After sharing dinner and unintentional participation in the quiz night neither of them planned for. {Name} and Aizawa came out with the third place prize and got a round of drinks on the house. After paying and leading the way, {Name} walks ahead to open the door for Aizawa as he steps through and reciprocated by holding the door for {Name}. The two take a leisurely walk down the stretch of road that leads to the park. Their hands entwined and warm while the peaceful stroll helps the food from their meal settle.

Aizawa looked at the hand that held his own. His brow creased in thought. It is an unfortunate truth, seeing that their relationship did not have to be completely hidden…However, the possibility of being able to be completely open about it was not something the two could take lightly. And thanks to the countless years of society setting up the margin and standard of what rules could dictate society under the prevalent guise of ‘normality.’ Resulted in a standard and norm even towards relationships. Betas and betas; alphas and omegas. Simple as that, nothing more and nothing less was allowed outside of that box. Taking a step from normality made a person a deviant, or strange in general consensus. Take a step further and the topic in question was deemed as taboo and thus gave it the highest shame society could possibly attach to a matter.

Being one of those who broke the taboo were treated as outcasts who had broken the worst law possible. Of course, there was no such law in legal terms that bound people to this manner of thinking. It was simply conditioned into them. And following these rules, leads to the silent stress that burnt at the back of their minds. {Name} and Aizawa were nurturing that so called “forbidden" love. {Name} being an alpha, and thanks to his family he could even be considered one of the elite; and Aizawa, a beta. Social class aside as if to make the situation more dramatic than it already had been, the two were breaking the taboo of relationships between betas and alphas. Thankfully those close to Aizawa were open to change and progression, seeing him in love with an alpha wasn’t gossiped about. Nor made a topic of public disagreement, but rather everyone had only wished him the best.

{Name’s} situation, sadly was not so fortunate. His family strictly upheld these “laws", to reiterate on his family being one of the elite families of society means they had used their influence to play a big part in shaping this mindset. Protecting what they believed to be natural and normal. On the outside many might have not seen this as the case. {Name's} family, along with the other age old high alpha families abolished the idea of an individuals secondary gender dictating ones social class. This gave rise to equal opportunity for betas and omegas alike to rise in the ranks of society and participate in the upper sections. For all intents and purposes this became a great course of action, as to why they strictly banished the thought of other forms of progression was unknown. {Name} could only speculate and put it down to selfishness and convenience. After all, an elite family supposedly grows stronger with the next promising generation. And he grimaced at the thought that his life was dictated by the matter of acting like a breeding bull to ensure an heir to continue the family.

Such as the elite alpha families who proudly produced generation after generation of good alphas. Were joined by elite omega families who seemed to have the same phenomenon. Because of this, marriages were often arranged and agreed upon between these families for omegas and alphas. As well as the beta families who would have marriage between the majority of high and middle class beta families.

The date had ended after spending some time together in the park. Aizawa had mentioned having papers to grade and {Name} did not want to keep him out longer than necessary. Knowing Aizawa, had they spent a much longer time out together he might have had to stay up the whole night to finish his workload. He sent Aizawa off with a peaceful smile, he seemed to always be smiling around him. Even Aizawa had noticed it. It was rare to see {Name} without a smile whenever they were around each other. {Name} watched as Aizawa left, sticking his hand into his pocket and feeling the object he concealed so carefully. “Looks like I couldn’t ask him today either…”

{Name} arrived home, leaving his shoes at the door and smiling. Feeling rather elated from the date he just had, he was quickly made aware of an uncharacteristically cold feeling in the house. An underlying tension that seemed to swallow him up the moment he walked in.

{Name} got called to a family meeting. Usually families meetings did not occur unless there was big news or a matter that needed discussion, or in this case… intervention. {Name} visibly looked surprised to see many empty seats, for a family meeting it felt scarce. The only ones present were his parents, and himself. Cautiously trying to get a read of the room, he stepped in and took the free seat directly across from his parents. His father had an otherwise smile on his face. It was not evil, nor cold but felt very out of place to the mood of the room. His father slid something across the table for him, two folders with unknown contents and {Name} who felt reluctant to pick them up, looked at them with a questioning expression. He slowly reached his hand out to the and the first file held a photograph of a dainty and sweet looking lady. The next few pages were information like a printed dating profile, explaining her name and age. Her hobbies, talents and aspirations. Most importantly the information it had listed her secondary gender as “Omega.” {Name} smiled bitterly at the folder, and misunderstand the reason behind the smile his mother quickly chirped “There is a second folder my dear.”

He didn’t know if he was expecting anything else, the second folder held another photo. This time of a very beautiful man, the folder had a layout like the first. Name, age, hobbies, talents, aspirations and secondary gender listed as “Omega.”

{Name} felt perplexed. Perhaps that was the wrong way to explain it, he knew. He knew exactly what the situation entailed and still hoped that by playing the fool he would not have to face it.

“Those are your fiancé candidates. We promised a reply by the end of the week so you have more than enough time to decide which one you like better. Take your time and read carefully.” His mother explained in such a honeyed voice, there was not a single trace of malevolence in it. But her intentions still hurt.

“F-Fiance?” {Name} stammered, trying to calm down. “Your mother and I met them both. They’re quite lovely omegas. We think that their temperaments suit you quite well. No matter who you choose, we think you’ll get along.” {Name} tried to mull over their words, trying to figure out his next sentence. Maybe they didn’t know? Would they be understanding? Would the situation be different if he explained that he is in love with someone already? “I…can’t get married. I’m in a relationship.” he explained calmly wanting to shout but kept his head and tried to further the discussion. “That beta?” the offhand comment from his mother surprised {Name}, even more so with the present hint of disdain in her expression and voice. “We know. However you’ll be engaged by the end of the week, so break things off with him properly. If you still can’t decide on a fiance, we will do it for you.” {Name} could not believe it, so much for discussion. The cold and firm way his father delivered his words made him realize that discussion was not possible. “You’re the ones who decided this marriage without my consent! Why should I have to break off my relationship?!” {Name} raised his voice, evidently surprising his parents. “Dear, are we not here trying to get your consent for who you will marry?” {Name} felt as if he were speaking to a wall when his parents made a decision. The underlying message o their words and expression seemed to tell him to stop acting like a child. “If it gets out that you are dating a beta, you will be fine. But will he be fine in the fallout? Is he not a public figure? Reputation matters a lot to people like that.” His father spoke calmly, unfazed by the fact that {Name} raised his voice.

{Name} almost choked on his words “Are you really going to do this?” on the surface it may have seemed as if his father were giving him sound advice. The truth remained that embedded in those cold words of advice was an underlying threat. His parents show no need to get angry. They already know what the outcome will be. {Name} sighs, standing up and retrieves his shoes before slamming the door harshly as he leaves. His hands shake from rage with no way to express it. Was it truly only rage? No matter how much he wanted to deny it, fear seemed to be outweighing his anger. {Name} picked up the phone, with a moment of hesitance before he calls Aizawa. Even though they had seen each other earlier in the evening, the entire mood from then had shifted. Aizawa picked up the phone when he saw the name. The moment he heard {Name's} voice, the shaking and straining in the few words that he struggled to get out. {Name} was upset, more than he had ever heard before. Aizawa could tell {Name} was dancing around what he wanted to ask, and took the initiative to invite him over. {Name} truthfully was already heading to Aizawa, the trip dragged on while he stalled and tried to calm his heart as much as he could. There were too many thoughts he could not articulate, too many thoughts that created a mess in his head that he couldn’t organize. Is there any way in this mess he and Aizawa could find the happy outcome?

{Name} knocked onto he door softly, it opened quickly to reveal Aizawa who must have been waiting. Despite keeping a calm expression, {Name} could see it on his face, Aizawa looked worried. He cranks out a weak smile to try and ease Aizawa's worries. Aizawa invited {Name} in, closing the door behind him and quickly pulled {Name} into a hug. “What’s wrong?”

{Name} sighed again, he wished to bide his time and try to avoid answering for as long as possible. He knew that its not a topic that can be avoided. Aizawa guides {Name} over and they take a seat. {Name} carries a sad smile, honesty will be the best approach. Half truths will only lead to a more painful conclusion. “My parents…Arranged my engagement. I’ll have a fiancé by the end of the week regardless of my choice.” When the words left this mouth, {Name} almost felt the bitter irony of wanting to laugh at the matter as if it were a bad joke. Aizawa however, remained silent. His expression unchanged but felt the heavy feeling that stirred in his chest. “I told them to break it off because I’m already with someone…” Aizawa placed his hand over {Name's} hand to comfort him and also brace himself for what {Name} was about to say. “They already knew about you…” {Name} finished what he had been saying, the shaking of his hands seemed to already indicate to Aizawa that it was not a fond conversation. He could infer from {Name's} attitude that his family wasn’t happy about them being together.

“I tried to tell them that I wouldn’t marry anyone else. They brought us up and mentioned if our relationship came out…it could really affect your reputation and work. How could they stoop so low? I got so angry and just-"

Aizawa couldn’t confirm nor deny what his family claimed would be the end result of announcing their relationship. It was certain many would look down on it. {Name} looked frustrated, an uncharacteristic look to see on him. This truly is a tough position to be caught in. {Name} truly loves his family, and this is the first time that they had ever been so obstinate about any situation. Their firmness might have stemmed from the resolve to try give their son what was best, and turn him away from a difficult path. The truth of the matter remained, if {Name} stayed with Aizawa, then he would face countless judgements, insecurities and difficulties. There was no such thing as walking the flowery path. Aizawa considered the possibility, maybe they were the ones who were actually right in their desire to protect {Name} against difficulties in their own way. Aizawa could not offer any comforting words when his thoughts offered no comfort to himself. In spite of hoping to be with {Name}, having a typical happily ever after even if it were not as picturesque… he still thought it were a possibility. There was no easy way, no road that led them to the storybook happily ever after… and no path without strife.

In this situation, no matter what {Name} chose - he is going to lose something. Aizawa had settled into his life, although he could pick up his roots and leave anytime he felt would be good. Running away and eloping, certainly a dramatic solution to come to, but it presented possibility. However {Name} was different from him, {Name} truly loved his family and being able to say goodbye in such a manner. Even if it would not be forever, but {Name} could not bring himself to do that. And in doing so, he will lose Aizawa, is what Aizawa's thoughts had convinced him of.

Aizawa stared at the floor all the while lost in his head. {Name} seemed able to read the thoughts that his partner was running through. {Name} conjured a little smile, seeing how worry Aizawa is for his sake. Aizawa's internal questions were interrupted by feeling {Name's} hand placing something into his. The moment he laid eyes on the box, he knew exactly what lay inside. Aizawa realized that he truly underestimated just how much {Name} loves him. {Name} held Aizawa's hand, leading it to his mouth and kisses it softly. “I only ever wanted to marry the one I really love.” As soon as the words left his mouth, the frustration that had no escape, came out in the form of tears. Aizawa hated to see him in such a state, he seemed so conflicted and torn by everything. He knew that if he accepted the ring, {Name} would give up so much to be with him. Somehow, Aizawa could not bring himself to do that to {Name}. He chose not to open the box, seeing it would have shaken his heart and swayed him from the decision he had just made. Imagining {Name} smiling and pacing up and down the store, looking at every display case and carefully considering which ring he would give to Aizawa. Indeed, a lovely thought. One that now turned painful when this is the outcome. Aizawa gently, reluctantly placed the box back into {Name's} hand. “I’m…I’m sorry" he stated sadly unable to conjure any other words.

{Name} nodded his head, he knew his words would not change Aizawa's mind. The decision was made, {Name} felt drained. His sole reason for fighting against everything and everyone had ended. There was no longer a reason to fight. He could resign himself to whatever outcome quietly.

Aizawa comforted him, held him and yet not a single word was uttered between the two. {Name} placed his hand on Aizawa's face, and kissed him. This kiss had been different from every one they shared before, they both knew the reason for it. Instead of the lingering warmth that would usually bring a hint of shyness, turned cold quickly when its meaning was one of goodbye. {Name} smiled, an odd expression on his face that couldn’t be deciphered between exhaustion or sadness.

The moment {Name} left, Aizawa was the one to fall into frustration. Hitting the wall and cursing silently. Even with the surge of tears pricking his eyes. He wasn’t as transparent and honest with the more complex feelings he would experience. Unlike {Name} he refused to let himself cry or find comfort, his eyes traveled to where they had been sitting together moments earlier. He noticed the box on the table…clearly intentional that it had been left there. After all, the ring was intended for Aizawa anyway. Whether he kept it, threw it away, kept it out of sight or wore it was all up to him.

{Name} returned home, depressed and with no energy to argue about anything. He simply nodded his head, and got dragged around by everyone else over the arranged marriage endeavor. For a person known for their bright personality, and ever present smile…many seemed to doubt if the accounts of {Name} were really true. Even his fiancé had been intimidated by his stern and cold expression. {Name} barely spoke beyond one or two words and never showed a hint of a smile, nor happiness towards anything.

Months, maybe even more accurately to say a little over a year had passed. Aizawa fiddled with the ring on his finger, sitting in the teachers room and originally planned to nap but the news reached him. The students and even some staff had been talking about some very popular wedding. Aizawa didn’t care much for tabloids and gossip, though this could be an exception. The glimpse he caught of the cover of the magazine he saw another teacher reading really caught his attention. The cover held a picture, and a headline announcing the marriage between some of the elite alpha and omegas families. The photo had {Name} and the omega in question. Poised, dignified and distant is the feeling he got from the image of {Name}. The stern expression he held, without a single ounce of happiness. Every photo that was presented in those glossy pages seemed to show the same {Name} who seemed annoyed to be there, if not stern or annoyed then his photos made him look tired and disinterested. Aizawa looked at the image as if he had been looking at a stranger, a stranger with very foreign expressions. The omega happily smiled at his side in every photo and everyone seemed genuinely happy for the couple.

Aizawa tossed the magazine down, and felt conflicted more than upset. Or perhaps they were on equal lengths to the mess of emotions that he felt in this moment and the unpleasant bitterness it left. Its been more than a year since the last time they saw each other, or even spoke to one another. Aizawa believed it would be easier to forget if he did not remain a lingering presence in {Name's} life, and so they decided to cut all ties. Something seemed to tell Aizawa that was not what {Name} wanted. But it was for the best, or so he thought. Finally knowing how {Name} is doing, and seeing a stranger in his place left Aizawa with the onslaught of questions. Did he really make the right choice? {Name} looked miserable, and Aizawa felt miserable. Was his decision really the only one that he could have made in that moment? Could there have been a different outcome, one where everyone would have been happy? Did they not fight hard enough to find the alternative route? – No, that was a mistake. {Name} had fought…and continued fighting even then. “If I didn’t act like a coward would things have been different?”

“Did I really take the easy way out?” A question he asked himself over and over again. A question that would remain unanswered.

"You'll be loved, you'll be loved. Like you never have known and the memories of me will seem more like bad dreams. Just a series of blurs. Like I never occurred. Some day, you will be loved. - Someday You Will Be Loved by Death Cab for Cutie

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #aizawa #trashytoastboi #1000 follower event #1000 followers event #male pronouns #male reader #abo au #abo #omegaverse #omegaverse au #angst #sfw #mha #boku no hero academia scenarios #boku no hero academia imagines #alpha beta omega #my hero academia imagines #my hero academia scenarios #aizawa Shota #aizawa shouta

[rpmsngs-a]

𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒

#halsey #honey #lyrics #rp musings #musings #rp #roleplay #suggestive #male pronouns

[gin-juice-tonic]

i dont know how many people who follow me played shovel knight but i still think the body swap feature they added was very neat... basically it started as a standard gender-swap where all the male knights were just going to have female versions

But then they decided to let you pick and choose who you wanted swapped. And they added in the choice for whichever pronouns you wanted the knight to have, which were not bound to whichever sprite you were having them use. (ie. you could use the "female" version of the sprite but give the character "male" pronouns.) They added gender neutral pronouns eventually too.

It was a nice way to modernize the gender-bend type concept I think.

#king knights name gets changed to queen knight and monarch knight depending on the pronouns... thats nice too #also black knights male vs female design is very funny to me bc neither of them have any indication of sex or gender so its just like #black knight with new armor lol #they use some clunky language describing the two sprites as 'opposites' but i still think they did a good job

[lentendays]

So now that the Underworld saga is out let's talk about TIRESIAS

A funky lil person with different versions of their myth, all a little deranged.

According to one myth, Tiresias killed a pair of snakes and Hera was so mad she turned him into a woman and he birthed several children, before eventually encountering another pair of snakes and either sparing them or killing them too, and was turned back into a man. Another version says Tiresias started out as a woman - a priestess of Apollo - and went through unwilling sex change several times in a row due to Apollo, Hera, Zeus, Aphrodite, and the Muses. Eventually he was turned into a mouse of indeterminate sex.

This was all BEFORE he got blinded and given the gift of prophecy. Which happened because Zeus and Hera were arguing about whether men or women experienced more pleasure in sex, and Tiresias - who regardless of the version had experienced both- was called to be a tiebreaker. Tiresias said female o's were way better, and Hera blinded him(them?) as a result. Zeus couldn't reverse it but he did grant the ability to see the future as a "my bad".

Some time later Tiresias died either drinking from a poisoned spring or getting shot by Apollo.

Why didn't he avoid death with his seer powers? Probably because he was tired of all the BS he had to deal with and wanted to just chill in the Underworld until some random king stormed into his house to ask for directions.

#epic the musical #the underworld saga #jorge rivera herrans #tiresias the blind prophet #odysseus #hera #zeus #apollo #im referring to Tiresias with mostly male pronouns since Epic has him as a man and the sex change(s) wasn’t voluntary

[callofdudes]

Don't go there.

Summary: When you and your friends take a summer trip out to the woods you are unaware of just what you've disturbed from it's slumber deep inside.

Cw: Serial Killer Simon, gore, blood, wounds, angst, death, childhood trauma. Mention of dissociation, abuse. Dark themes, animal death, Simon has a bit of a psychotic obsession over you in the end.

Word count: 6.8K+

A/N: Please don't let this flop, I spent way too much time staying up and writing this. So I do apologize for my dry-eye editing mistakes. I didn't want to super edit it all but I worked so hard on this. I was tempted to make the end kinky, but he just really, really likes chasing. Italics means a flashback/something in the past.

"How much longer until we get there??" You asked, looking out the window of the car, seeing the long road of trees. Stretching out for miles deep into the unknown where shadows lingered.

"Shouldn't be much longer." Your friend, Adam replied, checking the gas level in the truck.

You had stopped at a gas station nearly an hour ago. You had been going down this road for almost half an hour with nothing to see for miles.

Two of your other friends sat in the back, distracted by their boredom. You look in the rearview mirror, seeing them making out.

Crystal and Peter couldn't get off each other for five minutes... You had to be in the car with them. Why couldn't you have been with the others following in the car behind you?

You sigh softly in exhaustion, fixing your headphones again.

You all had taken up the opportunity for a summer job out at a camp for the extra money. Having just gotten out of school, you were looking for somewhere to start fresh, away from your parents' clings. And this felt right.

"Hey, looks like we've got something," Adam points out.

You look up, clicking off your phone to see the road split off. An old sign at the crossroads directs you down another road.

"That's the camp's name." You sit up, your whole body feeling relief that you are almost there.

"Thank goodness."

You looked at the backseat, leaning over to gently hit Peter. "Hey, stop it, there are others in the car you two."

"Sorry y/n."

Hah, you knew they weren't. At least you'd be at the camp soon...

🩸🔪💀🔪🩸

You arrived at the camp, pulling up on the road to the large cabins just across from a lake spanning out into the thick forest grove.

You got out, stretching your limbs. Hands high above your head, yawning and working your legs.

"Finally."

You grabbed your bags from the car, meeting up with your other two friends Phillip and Stacy, pulling up in the car behind you.

"Geez, I'd have to make that trip every summer." Phillip fixed his hat, slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder.

"Well, hopefully, the drive back won't be as painful." You playfully glared at Peter and Crystal, taking your bags up the walk to the cabin lodge.

The warm late afternoon sun came through the trees, the breeze blowing softly across the open land. Seeing some of the other campers and counsellors wandering about.

The main office was where you met up with the head counsellor. He smiled upon seeing you. "Y/n, glad you made it."

"Thanks, it was quite the trip."

"Well, we're glad to have you here. Sign your name, and we'll get you all the keys to your cabins."

You nod, write down your name on the paper, and then take the cabin key from him, "Thanks!"

He nods, setting up your friends as well.

Taking your bags, you head down to your cabin. You walk through the main grounds, across the road and over to the thick backwooded area. You paused, looking out into the woods.

The trees were growing and darkening as you looked in, hiding the other side from what lay there.

You shook it off, heading to the cabin and unlocking it. You were sharing your room with Adam, two beds set up and a window at the back of the cabin wall as well.

"Not bad..." You muttered.

As you and Adam start to unpack, you couldn't help but feel a little excited about spending the summer here. The camp was beautiful, with its lake and surrounded by lush forest. It was going to be the perfect escape from the stress of school and family drama.

As you were unpacking, you noticed that Adam had left the cabin without saying anything. You shrugged, thinking he had gone to explore as well.

After organizing your clothes and items in the drawers, you grab your sunglasses and head out to explore the camp. The sun was setting, casting a beautiful golden hue on the entire area. You walked towards the lake, admiring the serene beauty of the water.

As you sit on the dock, dipping your feet in the water, you feel off. Feeling that weird sense that someone was watching you.

You looked out across the lake, attempting to spot anyone, but the forest looked all the same. You were startled a little when you heard footsteps approaching. You look up to see Adam walking towards you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Hey there," he says, sitting beside you on the dock. "Enjoying the view?"

You roll your eyes but can't help but laugh at his antics. "Yeah, it's beautiful."

"Well, I was talking with some others and we're setting up dinner for everyone, then it's swimsuit time~"

You scoffed, shoving him away. "We're to relax, not stick our pieces in random places."

"Oh, say you," He grinned, but you just shrugged him off.

"Meet you at the cabin then?"

You hummed in agreement, and Adam left you alone to join some of the others. You looked back out at the lake, sighing before getting up and following after him.

As you walk back towards the main grounds, you can't shake off the feeling of being watched. The shadows of the trees seemed to elongate and twist, as though they were reaching out to grab you. You shivered, feeling as though you were being watched by something lurking in the forest.

But you shook it off, reassuring yourself that it was just your imagination running wild in unfamiliar territory. You arrive at the campfire just as dinner is being served, the smell of grilled meat and vegetables making your mouth water. You grab a plate and sit down next to Philip, who was chatting animatedly with one of the other counsellors.

You laughed at the funny stories and jokes that were shared, feeling yourself relaxed for the first time in a long while.

But as the night wore on, the atmosphere changed. You noticed the people around you becoming louder, more intoxicated. The crude jokes turned into innuendos and the flirting became more aggressive.

Your typical night with a bunch of people barely older than the drinking age and taking it to their advantage to flirt with any young mind like themselves.

After dinner, you all head back to your cabins to change into your swimsuits. You grab your towel and head towards the lake, joining the others who are already swimming and playing around in the water. You dip your toes into the cool water and shiver slightly, but soon adjust to the temperature and join in the fun.

As you were swimming around, you suddenly felt someone grab your waist from behind. You gasp and turn around to see Adam, grinning cheekily at you. "Gotcha."

You continued to splash around in the water as the sunset. Across the dock, dark eyes stared into the stirring waters. Watching from behind the darkness of the tree line Peter and Crystal made out against one of the firm dock legs. Others laugh and touch too closely to not be called flirtatious.

Their laughter stung his ears. The sounds of shrill joy twisting his stomach in a way that made him angry. One more year where he'd have to do all the dirty work. Where these kids would have to learn.

He'd hear their screams and see the looks of horror on their faces. That's what he wanted.

He moved back into the shadows, slinking down the old house of a family doomed from the start...

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"Simon! Get your ass down here right now you little shit!!"

"Hang on." The young boy looked in the mirror, whining as he fiddled with his belt, desperately pulling it and looping it back through. Shaky hands working hard when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

His father angrily pushed through the bathroom door, grabbing his wrist. "I said get over here. You're going to make us late again and I don't want your excuses."

Simon wriggled, whining again as he was pulled down the stairs.

His older brother sat with his bags on the couch, chuckling. "Hah, look who got caught with his pants down again." He smirked.

"Shut up Tommy!" Simon retorted, his father yanking him forward and slapping him across the face.

"He's right. Now you shut your mouth."

Simon looked over at his mother who remained quiet as the boys' father led them to the door, getting them into the car.

"If I hear any shit from your counsellors' I'm going to be through with you. You understand me!?"

Simon looked out the window, watching the trees blur by in a mess of green as they drove. He saw his brother look over at him and smirk.

"Don't be a pussy, Simon. You're going to love it."

Simon shook his head and looked away, thinking about all the wonderful things he could be doing if his brother was the one going away to camp.

Simon couldn't help but feel the knot of worry in his stomach. He wasn't looking forward to the summer camp, but his father threatened him with more than was needed to scare the young guy.

"Simon. Simon! What the fuck are you whining about?" His brother punched his arm, and Simon looked over at him.

"Nothing."

"Don't try to lie to me. I can hear it in your fucking voice."

"I'm just nervous is all."

"Yeah, about that..." Tommy laughed, reaching into the glove compartment and pulling out a small tin. "I got you something to take the edge off."

Simon looked at him, eyes wide. "What the fuck is that?" He asked, Tommy, grinning and popping open the lid, a snake popping out and making Simon jump.

"Tommy, stop!!"

Tommy laughed, tucking the fake snake away.

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The stairs of the old house creaked. He took it to the bathroom where the mirror took in his frame, eyes showing out from behind the skull mask he wore. Something he'd taken on after his brother's death.

He bent down, opening the sink drawer doors and grabbing his set of knives and his hatchet. Tracing his gloved fingers over the sharp edge, a twist of evil excitement stirred inside him.

Another year of spilling blood. All for himself.

You were back at your cabin at the end of the night, slipping into a sweater as the chill of the summer air set through the interior.

"What's up, y/n?" Adam asked as he noticed you staring out the window for the hundredth time.

"I don't know, I just have this weird feeling like we're being watched." You turn from the window to face him.

Adam let out a chuckle. "Don't tell me you believe in all those ghost stories they tell around the campfire?"

"No, it's not that. It's just a feeling. Nothing more." You tried to brush it off, but you were unconvinced.

"Yeah, but it can be fun to believe you know? Peace of mind." He offered his hand, and you took it.

Adam pulled you outside, and the two of you walked to the cabins beside yours.

"Do you believe in ghosts or spirits?" You asked, feeling a little braver around him.

"Not really. I've seen some crazy shit and it's hard to believe there's more out there. But why not? I'll believe anything if it's from you."

"You're uncontrollable."

"I know." He grinned but then stopped in his tracks. "Wait, hold up. What was that?"

You stop, cocking your head to the side to listen. "I don't hear anything."

"Shh. Listen."

You sit there for a tense moment, scanning the dark tree line, fists clenching in your pockets.

You listened closer, and what you heard was a heavy thumping from one of the cabins. You both seemed to exhale softly upon realizing it wasn't anything to be scared of.

"Whatever, I'm going to the bathroom." You kept walking, heading down the path to the bathrooms. Heading inside and flicking on the small light, locking the door.

Adam smirked, hearing you as you left down the path. He's been trying to get into your pants for months. And yet you brushed him off every time. He partly hoped that this time around, the summer camp and the alcohol will loosen you, literally.

He waits around for you to be done, looking out down toward the dock and the cool waters. Hearing footsteps behind him, he chuckled. "That was quick." He turned, facing someone who definitely wasn't you.

His eyes widened, looking up at the imposing figure.

The mask bore holes into his skin, the darkness hiding the grotesque glint in his eyes.

"Woah man, easy." Adam backed up, but it did little to save him as the large man's hand clasped tightly around his throat, his hatchet slashing into his abdomen.

He had to die first.

Adam's eyes went wide. He attempted to scream, heels digging into the dirt as the blade retracted from his stomach and he was dragged across the open grounds. Blood splattered from the torn skin and clothes onto the rocks and dirt. Dragged back into the woods, trying to scream or scramble for anything to help him.

"Help!" His words were mumbled and barely made it out as he was dragged back into the darkness behind the cabins. Thrust into a tree, the knife sinking back into his flesh. Adam choked, blood spilling from his mouth as the knife carved up through him. Blood splattered into the dirt and leaves.

His eyes stared upward; his face twisted in fright as the man began to brutal him with the knife. The blade tore into his flesh, slicing open as the man took his time to toy with the young man.

Adam's struggles weakened by the minute. Until the knife dug into his throat, and life escaped his body.

He dropped Adam, flicking the blood from his knife and tucked it back into his vest.

The man turned back to the cabin, the sound of footsteps approaching.

Adam was left slumped on the ground, blood oozing from his wounds.

The man slipped back behind the cabin, his hand grasping the hilt of his knife as he listened intently for your return.

You were coming out of the bathrooms, heading back to your cabin when you noticed Adam wasn't around. "Adam?" You looked around, watching the darkness. When you heard nothing, you shrugged. He probably just headed back to the cabin then. So, with that you headed back, but when you returned, still no Adam.

"Alright then."

You left the cabin door unlocked, just in case he'd take a while to get back. Setting up your bed and crawling in, flicking out your lamp. You lay in the darkness, snuggling into the bed and closing your eyes.

You listened to the sounds of the cricket outside and the occasional small rustle of a critter along the wilderness edge. Your breathing slows, exhaling softly as you feel yourself slipping away into sleep.

Footsteps crunch against the pebbled ground. You aren't entirely sure how long you've been asleep when you feel your eyelids fluttering open again. Not moving when you hear the heavy footfalls coming up the side of the cabin. They come around the front of the cabin, stopping at the door.

Silence.

"Adam?" You finally whisper, shifting a little in your bed, squinting into the darkness.

Still silent.

You sat up slowly, looking out the window to see if the coast was clear. You couldn't see anything. You listened for a few moments more, and when you still didn't hear anything, you laid back down.

You watched the door, your heart picking up in pace slightly. The door handle of the cabin finally twists. Your heart leaps as the door opens with an ominous creak.

The steps follow into the cabin, and in the moonlight, you can clearly see that the figure is not Adam.

Your heart spasms in your chest. Your body goes into freeze mode. You try to keep your breathing low in the darkness. The figure shifts its weight slightly, and you feel a pair of eyes on you. Whatever or whoever it was said nothing.

Boots moving across the cabin floor. You close your eyes, feeling fear overtake you when the person reaches your bedside. The glint of the moonlight revealed the sharp hatchet, yet your eyes were closed. Unaware of just what danger you were in.

The figure leans over, warm breath fanning from the mask, leaning down near your cheek, the blade caressing over the skin of your shoulder. You can't stop your whimper, feeling another hot puff of air against your skin, the tip of the blade digging into your shoulder.

You flinch, gasping. The figure stops, the blade drawing away from your skin. Your eyes finally open, wide with fear.

The figure is looming over you, and you can't make out their features in the dark, but the knife glints in the moonlight.

"Please." You whimpered. "I won't tell anyone, I promise."

"Shhh..." The figure shushed, bringing the knife down slowly, trailing the cold metal across your exposed stomach.

Your bottom lip quivers, shying away, whimpering. "Please- Please I won't-" Your voice dies out with another small whimper as he toys with you. Your body is a nervous wreck.

The blade drags across your skin, slowly sinking into your flesh. Your body throbbing in pain, your eyes so wide that they sting.

You try to look down to see the blade, but the figure moves away, and your eyes follow the figure. You see the glint of the moonlight upon the blade as it comes into view. Your body is trembling violently, your skin stained with a light coating of sweat.

You're going to die. You're fully prepared for whatever is happening to end you.

"Oh, Crystal, come on!" You hear Peter's voice in the darkness. The thick silence pierced like shards of glass. Their breathing pauses, blade stilling against your skin.

"No! I told you not to look!" Crystal hollered back. You could hear her coming closer, walking down toward the docks probably.

The figure leans away from you. You feel your heart throbbing inside your chest. The blade leaves your skin, boots heavily walking back across the floorboards. You remain there, hearing the stride stop, eyes back on you. Then the door creaks shut, and the steps are moving away.

You exhale shakily, opening your eyes, half expecting him to still be there.

You thought he was going to kill you. And then it hit you. Crystal... He must have been going after one of them. You were about to rush out of bed on adrenaline, but the fear immediately had you lying back down. You couldn't move, pulling your blankets back up.

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It was morning when you got up, finding Adam not at the cabin. You were surprised. You thought he'd come back eventually, but it seems he'd disappeared. You tried to clear your head. Getting dressed and stepping outside to brush your teeth. You looked around, trying to see any signs of what had happened last night. But it seemed all was still. You spat into the dirt, shrugging on your camp sweater and headed over to the main cabin.

There you saw everyone, Peter sitting alone and looking a little bummed out. "Hey." You walked over, getting his attention. "Hey... sleep ok?"

"Yeah, you? Heard a scuffle last night."

Peter sighed, looking into his half-full cup of iced tea. "Found some old photos in a bag she brought with her... Her and her ex."

You cringed a little, but nodded, hearing him out.

"She stormed off and didn't come back last night."

"She did seem the type to be dramatic." You shrugged but gave him a side hug. "Look, it'll be alright. I'm sure she'll come back, and you can sort this out."

Breakfast was passed around and you slowly got to thinking about Crystal. She had no ride back unless she were to take Adam's car or Phil's truck... And where was Adam? Oh well... She was probably off brooding about how she would have to come back and apologize. She was always a tad dramatic for your type.

But the day shifted on, afternoon setting and you all headed to get changed into your swimsuits.

Grabbing your towel you headed outside to meet up with Phil who was chatting up one of the other male counsellors. He had that sly look in his eyes. You patted his arm, motioning him to go get it somewhere else and you headed for the dock.

Some others were already talking and breaking out the kayaks to take on the lake.

You once again sat down, dipping your toes into the water. You looked down into the water, noticing it seemed slightly darker than you remember. Playing it off to be the sunlight and you continued to gently swish your toes through.

One of the girls waved off as she pushed her kayak out into the lake. Rowing out a small bit enough that she comfortably floated along. Until her paddle hit something in the water, rippling up the lake.

You raised an eyebrow, looking down, noticing a chain tied to the leg of the dock. That hadn't been there the other day. The girl seemed to come to the same conclusion, pulling on the chain, something scraping along the bottom floor of the lake bed.

She grunted, pulling a little harder, one of the guys swimming out to steady the kayak.

You all watched as she pulled the chain up, struggling with it until finally. She screamed. You were startled, immediately pulling your feet out of the water. The girl dropped the chain and started desperately attempting to get out of the water and out of the kayak. There wasn't any mistaking her blonde hair, Crystal's body tied by the neck around the chain, her body gutted and hollowed so she'd sink.

You were horrified. Everyone was horrified. Peter and Phillip grab the chain and tug it, dragging her back to shore. They pulled her body onto the dock, seeing her lifeless eyes. The chain digging into her throat, stomach and chest completely hollowed out, her rib cage sticking up like fangs from her peeling, mutilated skin.

You backed up, hitting Phillip's arms. Covering your mouth as you saw what it was. Someone had murdered Crystal. And he was in your cabin last night. You hadn't imagined it.

Someone was hunting you...

"What do we do??" Phillip asked.

"We call the police!" Stacy cried.

"No! They'll shut us down. We'll be responsible."

"What if he comes after the rest of us?"

Your heart pounded a million miles an hour. What were you going to do!?

Some of the boys simply pushed her body back into the water. Vouching that they should just keep a lookout for anything that comes up. They wanted to make the rescue that it was probably just animals. Yeah, because animals were the ones to skillfully skin the organs and carve out around the sharp bone of her ribcage.

But no one could convince them otherwise, so you let it go. It still terrifies you, keeping an eye out as you walk the grounds. Every noise around you sounds like aggression.

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Dark eyes watched from the cabin door as Crystal stalked across the camp. Muttering angrily to herself, pulling her shirt fully on, and heading for the docks to get some fresh air. He watched her head down, footsteps following after her once she was far enough away.

The twisted sense of hunting prey filled his mind. Smelling the blood before it was spilt and the delicious scream he'd tear from her lungs.

She sat on the dock, huddled against the small sloshes of the lake against the dock legs. Staring out into the starry night. Footfalls make her brow wrinkle. "Peter, I told you to leave me alone."

He stared down at her, his hatchet glinting in the light, hand tightening on the blade in anticipation. He could almost get off to it. Grabbing her by the throat, hearing her gasp and choke, feet scraping against the wood of the dock. She tried to scream, grabbing his forearm, and looking up at him.

He stared down at her, eyes glimmering with excitement as he watched her thrash. A predator toying with its prey. She squirmed desperately, attempting to kick or bite her way out. Her nails dug into his forearm, drawing a light trickle of blood from his skin.

He frowned, gripping the hatchet and piercing it up through her back, the blade squelching through organs and blood, spilling across the dock and flicking into the cool water.

Her face was frozen in an endless scream, bloodletting out across the wood, falling limp after a moment.

He dropped her body, walked back up the dock and grabbed one of the boat chains from the grass. Unthreading it from the post, he came back over. He tied the chain around her throat, making sure it stayed.

The blade tore into her stomach and gutted her before picking up her organless body and throwing her into the lake. Blood seeps into the water like a bleeding-out animal. Like she'd just been mauled by a shark and was left as scraps.

Seeing blood flood and bubble along her flesh as she sank down to the bottom, the current moving her slightly, throat tugging on the chain that kept her secure to the dock.

He flicked out his blade, looking down at his forearm, wiping the blood from the scratches away. And he left silently.

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Simon stood at the edge of the tree line. His brother sneered from the porch, watching him investigate the noise that had rustled the bushes. He stood there, looking down at the small fox, blood splattered across the leaves, stomach torn open, caught in the barbed wire fence of the property and ultimately caught by whatever it had been running from.

Simon reached out to touch it but quickly pulled away and backed up. He walked back over to the porch, nose scrunching when he smelled the putrid smell of cigarette smoke from his brother.

"Go tell Dad, he'll want someone to pick the guts out of the fence." He sneers.

Simon kept his head down, heading inside where his father was muttering away angrily about his mother again, another bottle in his hand. Drinking it back while he went on and on over the phone.

Simon hesitantly went over to him, standing there patiently and waiting. His father noticed him and frowned angrily. "What do you want, boy!?"

Simon gulped, finding his voice. "There's a fox in the fence..."

"Is it dead?"

Simon nodded. "It's dead."

His father huffed, chugging back more alcohol. "Get the tools and go clean it then. You know what to do."

Simon felt his stomach twist painfully, digging under the sink in the kitchen to grab the gloves and cleaner, heading back outside onto the porch.

As he worked to remove the fox from the fence, Simon couldn't help but think about how much death he had been exposed to lately.

He finished cleaning the fence, but his mind was elsewhere.

As he buries the fox gently, Simon can't help but feel the weight of the world on his shoulders. He knows that there are cruel people out there who are capable of senseless violence, and it makes him angry. He wants to do something, to make a difference, but he doesn't know how.

As he walked back towards the house, he heard his father's voice. "You know, Simon, you can't be a sissy your whole life. You gotta learn to face things head-on. That's what real men do."

Simon felt his blood boil with anger. His father had no idea what he had gone through, the trauma he had endured. And yet, he was still expected to be a "man". He was only twelve by that point.

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You sat around the fire with a blanket over your shoulders. The warm afternoon was rather quiet as you all attempted to get over what you'd seen earlier. Why the hell were you sitting here instead of calling the cops? Someone was murdered and you just had to be stuck with the people worried about the camp's reputation.

The boys continued to work, trying to forget about the corpse in the lake and the ramifications that would come with it. The girls all sat in the cabin, trying to distract the younger campers from the grim day.

Phillips came over, handing you a flask of scotch. "Drink this. It'll help."

You took it from him, looking away. "Why'd she have to die?"

"I don't know."

"Where's Peter?"

"He's outside, making s'mores with the other kids."

You nodded, taking a sip of the liquor. It warmed you up and you sighed in relief.

Phillips sat down beside you, looking like his mind was miles away. "You seen that prick, Adam?"

You shake your head. "Nope. Disappeared last night hasn't come back." Saying it out loud really solidifies it for you and Phil. Looking at each other, simultaneously coming to one conclusion.

He was probably dead too...

"We need to get the fuck out of here. We can take his car, leave and go get help."

You agreed, nodding your head. "Yeah, yeah. We should leave now."

Phil wasn't gonna fight it. He may like to do his own thing but the idea of getting killed wasn't on his MO. Not this pretty boy face, no, no.

So, you packed back up, Phil convincing Stacy to go back with you. With your bags, you loaded into Phil's truck. Some of the counsellors seemed a little upset at the idea of you leaving so early. Or going to the cops at all.

But you weren't going to sit there and wait to be next.

Within another hour or so you were all packed up and getting in the truck. Phil pulled you out of the road, clicking his tongue as he turned the truck around.

You stared out the window, looking at the trees and the stretch of empty road as if they were watching back. Mocking you, laughing.

It was silent for a large portion of the drive, your foot tapping along the car.

"What of the others?" Stacy asked from the backseat. "Their fault for being stupid. Although that one counsellor was pretty cute..."

You remain quiet, watching the road as you drive. Tires picking up down the road. You looked down at your phone, distracting yourself with one of your games, Phil eventually filling the silence with the sound of the radio.

The thick tension in the air was palpable through the drive.

There was a thunk under the truck. You looked up, eyes widening as Phil brought the truck to a stop.

"What was that?" You looked out the side mirror but couldn't see anything.

"It's probably some dumb rocks." Phil takes off his seatbelt and opens the door. "Phil-" You reached out for him, and he shrugged it off. "I'm just gonna check it."

He left the door open, heading back around the truck, seeing something lying in the road. A clump of fur stuck on the tread of his tire, a fox in the road.

Phil approached it, looking around. "Geez... talk about dumb." He mutters, spitting into the dirt and scuffing his shoe. Looked like there wasn't any damage done to his truck though. That's what mattered.

He bent down to look at the fox again, hearing footsteps. Just as he looked up the sharp glint of a blade glared into his eyes. His heart lurched, backing up as the blade retracted, swinging again.

Phil gasped, continuing to dodge and trying to move, the large skull-masked figure intending to strike good with the hatchet.

You heard the scrape and thunk when the blade hit the side of the truck, seeing the large figure.

"Phil!" You cried, Stacy getting out of the car before you could stop her.

Your eyes widened, seeing the figure. He dwarfed both Stacy and Phil.

How did he get out here!?

The figure turns towards Stacy, raising the hatchet. She screams, but before he can strike, Phil tackles the figure from behind, knocking him down onto the ground.

You quickly get out of the car, running towards them. "Phil, are you okay?!"

"I'm alright, but we need to get out of here!" Phil grabs your arm, pulling you back to the truck.

The figure stands up, body looming in the dim light. You get a good look at him now. He was wearing a skull mask, with the rest of his face hidden in shadow. He was wearing a black jacket with a hood, and black gloves. You couldn't see anything else.

He starts coming towards you, but Phil quickly gets back into the truck, starting its engine. You all drive away quickly, leaving the figure behind.

You're breathing heavily, heart pounding as you look out the back window. The figure is standing in the same spot, watching as you drive away.

"We're getting the police..." You whisper, unable to take your eyes off the man as he gets smaller in the mirror.

"Agreed," Phil says, continuing down the open road.

Ghost lifts his mask, putting a lit cigarette between his scarred lips, exhaling smoke out into the open road. Turning back toward the camp. He'd gone too far anyway, back to his stomping grounds.

He takes another drag of smoke, dropping the cigarette and shoving his heel into it.

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Tommy smeared the dirt with his shoe, exhaling the last of the smoke from his lungs, spitting into the freshly shuffled dirt.

Simon watched him, holding the shotgun his father had shoved in his arms. "Tommy-"

"Shut it. You'll scare 'em off." He looks around, scanning the forest grounds, into the darker parts of the trees and across the bushes.

"They always run back to where they think they're safe." Tommy picks up a rock and throws it at the lake. Birds stir in the water, flicking and scattering, some rushing back toward the trees.

Simon gulps, raising the shotgun, and aiming upward at one of the birds. He shot, missing the thing by a mile.

Tommy scoffs, shaking his head. "You're not gonna hit anything like that, kid."

Simon lowers the gun, feeling embarrassed. He had never shot a gun before, let alone at a moving target. "Sorry, I-I didn't mean to-"

Simon can feel his cheeks flushing. He hates it when Tommy treats him like a little kid. But he knows better than to argue. Tommy's been doing this for years, and Simon's only been brought into this recently.

"What are we even doing out here?" Simon asks, shifting the gun in his hands.

Tommy turns to him, squinting in the sunlight. "We're hunting, Simon. Hunting for something that's been bothering the camp for too damn long."

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A couple days later you and the others returned. It was only you and Phil this time, along with a couple officers and a K9 unit. You'd been nervous about returning for the entire time up until finally going back.

Getting there you open the door, looking around. The camp was quiet, the trees still, bushes bristling as the breeze flowed steadily.

Some officers looked around, the K9 sniffing along the ground as you headed into the camp.

It was completely dead. Abandoned beer cans, a filled pool, and Kayaks still down at the beach unchained.

You latched onto Phil nervously as you followed the officers. Searching everywhere. The main office was empty, and cabins were abandoned. You gulped, the officers scratching their heads, but you knew it was too late. He had gotten to them.

"And what did you say he looked like again?"

"Tall- over six feet, skull mask, wore all black?"

The officer nodded, looking around. The K9's ears perked up, staring into the bushes. Barking into the darkness.

Your insides tensed up, watching the officer with the K9 move forward, others readying their guns in case.

You were shaking and your knees felt weak. the officer moved the K9 forward, waving it further in.

The K9 stopped, barking as it tugged on its leash. The officer stepped forward, pointing his gun into the woods.

The noise quieted, and the dog calmed down. The officer sighed, walking back over. "It's a deer. Want us to keep searching?"

You look around, sighing. "No, nobody's here. Nobody was here."

"Alright, well, we're going to be here for a while still. You can head back to town, we'll keep searching." The officer shrugged. You pocketed your hands, heading back to the car with Phil.

You get into the passenger seat; Phil leans forward and turns on the radio. You look in the rearview mirror and your body freezes. You look back, going cold in horror, a silent scream building in your throat. The hatchet reached up between the seats, grabbing Phil and choking him.

You attempt to tear the man off but he's too strong, blood slashing through Phil's throat as he angrily fights.

You finally manage to scream, getting the door open quickly getting out of the truck, your heart hammering in your chest. The figure turned towards you, his mask hiding any emotion he may have felt. You couldn't make out any details in the darkness, but you could tell that he was tall, muscular, and had a menacing aura about him.

Your feet carry you, thudding across the ground, the back door of the car opening and heavier footsteps following.

You try to call for help, bloody glove wrapping around your mouth, pulling you back, back pressed to the strong chest of a bloody killer.

You wanted to thrash but thought better, remaining still. His hand tightened over your mouth, leaning in so his warm breath fanned over your face. You whimpered, feeling weak, shaking as the edge of his weapon grazed your stomach. Tracing up your sternum, across your chest. Edge of the blade nipping your clothes.

You breathe in heavily through your nose, hands clasping on his forearm, wriggling around.

He enjoyed it. Seeing the pure fear in your eyes, watching you struggle and shake.

Your eyes water, looking into the bushes, knowing the officers were just right there...

He leaned closer to you, whispering into your ear, "Now, now." He was right up against your ear, breath hot and damp.

You try to kick him in the knee, but he's too strong. He grabs your leg, squeezing, bruising as he pulls it up, causing you to fall to your knees.

He moans in your ear, lips pulling into a smirk against the shell of your ear.

You gag, struggling, hearing the heavy thunk of his hatchet against the ground.

His hands were big enough to cover your face. One wrapped around your throat, the other on your mouth, thumb and fingers digging into the meat of your cheeks, squeezing.

Your hands scrambled against his arm, nails digging into his flesh as you desperately tried to claw him away.

There's barking and a sharp whine of the K9. You struggle, attempting to wriggle away as you hear the officers yelling. There's another loud bark, claws digging into the ground, the man letting you go.

You don't have a moment to think longer, taking off down the old road. The canine returns to Simon's side, a tussle of fur in her mouth, and he gives her the signal to wait. He smirks under the mask, watching you run as fast as you can. His stomach twisted in excitement. He couldn't wait to watch your blood spill…

He wants to watch the anguish before the pain. He wants to see your insides. Do they look as good as you do? He swings the blade wiping some of the blood off, running it along the white truck stopped along the road.

Tears fill your eyes, your heart pounding. Your legs shake as you run with everything you have in you. He could have just killed you, but you couldn’t give up. You had to get out. You had to run. You had to survive. This twisted game of cat and mouse, feeling the cats claws ready to sink into your tail and drag you back for a meal.

For now, you were prey, and he was predator.

(Please do let me know what you thought if you read this. I worked hard and haven't a true slasher fic before. I tried my best and want to give you guys more of this.)

#classic slaughter fic #definitely not making this after watching friday the 13th #Jason my baby 👉👈 #simon ghost riley #call of duty #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #serial killer simon #angst #gore #cw: gore #halloween #late halloween I assume #ghost x male reader #readers gender not specified #pronouns for reader arent used #slashers #simon ghost riley x you #serial killer simon ghost riley #slasher simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley x gender neutral reader

[aromantic-diaries]

Do you ever look back at old OCs and think wow I created the most aromantic motherfucker in existence

#aro #aromantic #arospec #sometimes i remember my main oc from when i was 12 and i'm in awe at how aromantic she is #12 year old me unintentionally created the world's most aromantic beast #also as of now i'm rebooting her and giving her a real funky gender. she's genderless but looks male and uses she/her pronouns.

[waterlilyvioletfog]

No, like. The line immediately after “crown him with many crowns” is “as saints before him fall”. Like yeah haha puns bc Corona means Crown and Corona’s new name is Crown. But specifically that line. Immediately followed! By the promise of saints kneeling before the crowned. but also ‘fall’ has connotations of a) love and b) death. Cainabeth and Abella…….

#the locked tomb spoilers #ntn spoilers #nona the ninth spoilers #nona the ninth #tlt spoilers #tlt series #tlt #coronabeth tridentarius #crown him with many crowns #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #the locked tomb series #hnnnnggggg #and that’s not even getting into the inherent divided loyalties of her name. #bc it’s literally a line about God. but the name is Edenite in its style. #and like I don’t know if corona knows the full verse but like tamsyn definitely does so. #tlt theories #also obvious gender shit surrounding corona. #chooses name referring to male pronouns. #and while my edition calls her crown princess I distinctly noticed the audiobook saying she was crown prince. #and also she’s like 6’ 3 and buff as hell and the whole gendering of cavaliers thing tam is doing. #like there isn’t NOT a gender thing here.

[skyberia]

néphos/astarion stuff from... the recent past

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion x tav #shadowheart #néphos #ocs #doodles #notes: 1) posters say ''wanted'' in thorass. though i trust you knew this from context clues #2) Q: how do elves sleep (literal) together given the whole trance thing. A: with neck/back pain. probably #3) in my latest run despite (accidentally) setting their gender to ''male'' astarion kept referring to néphos w/ they/them pronouns Only #don't think i actually heard a single ''he'' from that guy the whole playthrough. hashtag ally #Anyway [walks away]