#I want me a man who would murder annoying teenagers for me :(

[running-on-a-broken-record]

MadPat with Reader getting yelled at in the Pizzeria

Totally not based off my experiences with working at a pizzeria

Mad loves having you work with him. Even if it’s only part-time, every time you're at the pizzeria, he's in a noticeably better mood, and the other employees are grateful.

He sometimes just lingers around the area where you're stationed so he can watch you work.

He's in the kitchens, observing one of the new employees to make sure they're not messing up. It's his absolute least favorite part of owning the pizzeria, and he's definitely not pleased. All he wants is to go home and just spend time with you.

It's actually kind of surprising that he hears the commotion coming from the dining part of the pizzeria, because the kitchen is loud, but he does, and his attention is drawn to it.

He's mostly expecting it to be some child being scolded by its mother- god he hates those creatures- or some employee that dropped a pizza by accident.

But... he finds you, basically surrounded by three teenage boys.

They're yelling, and you're clearly not sure what to do, because your eyes dart between them and you're definitely scared.

"How hard is it to make a fucking pizza?" One of the kids, the one with the bad hair, yells directly at you.

He pulls you away from them quickly, now enraged that they would dare speak to you like that. It hurts him how you panic a little more at the feeling of being pulled away, but he hides you behind him, out of sight. You cling to him desperately.

"Is there a problem?" Mad says through gritted teeth, fighting each and every one of his demons to not murder the kids right there and then.

"We ordered a pizza ten minutes ago, where is it? It can't be that hard to make!"

"Did my employee warn you there would be a wait?"

"No!"

His eyes narrow. He's seen you work. You always let customers know about the wait for their food. So not only are these idiotic kids yelling at his best employee- his lover- but they've been ignoring you too. It's starting to look exponentially worse for them.

He wants to kick them out. The way you squeeze him a little tighter after the boy yells again only fuels that.

"Are we going to get our pizza or not?" Another one of the three teenagers says, frustrated for no reason at all, really.

He thinks for a second. "No. Get out."

"What?!" The teenagers all shout.

"You're banned from my pizzeria. Get. Out."

The boy with the bad hair scoffs. "Fine. Come on, guys."

The three boys and a fourth teen, a girl, leave. The girl, without the boys noticing, mouths an I'm sorry, and he nods slightly, turning to you to make sure you saw it too.

"Are you okay?" He asks as soon as they're gone, holding your shoulders.

You shaking from the encounter makes him furious, and once again he debates adding to the list of missing children in the pizzeria.

He doesn't even care when your shift ends, he's the owner of the place and he can do what he wants. He tells you to grab your stuff and clocks you out and takes you home.

He's literally so soft for the rest of the day, because seeing you being yelled at made him so angry and protective that he just wants to make sure you're okay :)

If you want to go back to work later that day, he'll probably let you, but he will keep a closer eye on you.

[writingoddess1125]

So I saw this fanart and got this idea! And after a gin and juice I wrote this. Enjoy!

Art does not belong to me! It says the artist is Flamingo_PinkArt on Twitter (If incorrect please tell me ;-;)

My Heart Breaks Pt. 1

Warning: Angst and some Fluff

Buggy X FemReader

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Part 2

"(Y/N) Why the hell are we here?" You heard Buggy groan next to you annoyed, Shanks nodding in agreement. You rolled your eyes at their protest of being in the circus tent with you.

"Cause I am the one who got us the tickets, 20000 berries and I want to see the circus" You chimed proudly as you watched your favorite act come out. The clowns, Buggy grimacing at the sight of them, You see this and lean against his shoulder.

"Aww is Buggy afraid of clowns?~" You chime earning a glare from him and a blush. Shanks Grinning at this as he poked his friend in a teasing manor.

"No I'm not afraid of damn clowns! They are just... kinda creepy" He grumbled as he watched the group of bubbly cheerful clowns.

It had been a year since Gol. D Roger's had died, it had been hard on all three of you. But you luckily had each other and were trying to save up scraps of berries to start your guys own crew. You were the thief of the trio, a skilled person in breaking and entering as well as treasure hunting. Buggy was an amazing navigator and sailor while Shanks was the amazing fighter and leader of your trio of teenage Pirates.

You giggle at Buggy face of disgust at the clowns, you knew the real reason he hated them- It was the noses. He was self conscious about it heavily and seeing the clowns with the fake noses made him feel like they were making fun of him. You gently rub his shoulder gently, a silent gesture to comfort him.

Once out of the show you sighed in delight at feeling the sun on your face. Hearing both teens walking behind you and bickering between the two of them.

"Let's get some food for our journey to Hile Hile Village" You suggest, walking to the small market next to the curious. The three of you had been using this little village by Hile Hile Island as a sort of base. The three of you were planning a big heist in order to get a massive score of 750,000 berries which could help getting a bigger boat and not the stolen two decer you guys currently shared. The only issue was that the village was controlled by a dictator like man, A Lieutenant for the Marines that ruled the island. He had made it his mission to murder every pirate who tried to come to the island, so this would be a very quick smash and grab. Fleeing the island immediately afterwards.

It was simple, mildly foolish but hopefully effective.

Once in the market Buggy got toiletries, Shanks got food and you got basic supplies. The three of you walking together till you saw a beauty stand and seeing a deep red lipstick sticking out.

"Ohh I love this color" You hummed in pride at the red lipstick color, both teenage boys groaning as you took your sweet old time in choosing the brightest of red.

"I see you like the color red?" Shanks teased you, earning a sarcastic laugh from you.

"Oh yes, The color red really gets me going" You laugh as you pick the color and grab a near by red and white bandana, wrapping it around your head like a fake bonnet.

"Besides I hear red is a sigh of submission, what does that say about you Shanks?~" His face fell at your words and Buggy snorted a laugh.

You tossed down some berries for the bandana and lipstick. Following the boys back to the boat while you all chatted and teases each other, however Buggy's eyes landing on you every now and then more specifically your red lips. Everyone knew he had a crush on you, hell you had a thing for him too but it seemed he judt refused to make a move! Even when you all were on Roger's ship he never made a move on you.

"Buggy it's your turn to make dinner!" Shanks chimed out earning a groan from Buggy. After dinner you made it to the top of the deck to get some fresh air. Feeling the wind on your face as Buggy sailed you all to Hile Hile Island.

"Hey, You holding up okay?" You called out as you went to Buggy's side. The blue haired teen not meeting your eyes.

"I'm fine.." He grumbled, he knew he was pouting about something. Sighing as you look up at the night sky.

"What are you pouting about Bugs? Hm?" You pressed once more, Hearing a sigh from him.

"You um.. seem to like red right? Listen I assume you like Shanks and all. I mean ago doesnt- but um"

You look at Buggy as he leaned against the wheel of the stolen boat, not meeting your gaze.

"You two would be good together..." He grumbles, you roll your eyes and step towards him grabbing his arm hard you yank him from his pouting position and slammed your lips onto his. His eyes wide as you kiss him and leaned into the kiss, his eyes drooping as he felt warmth from you and wrapped a arm around you in return. After a moment you pulled away and grinned up at his cherry red face and eyes that were in a daze.

"I hope that answers the question of who I like Buggy" You teased, drawing a silent nod from him. Smiling you step back from his grasp and give his hand a gentle squeeze.

"Good night Bugs" You call out before heading down to the Lower Deck of the boat to sleep leaving Buggy standing there still shocked- His face breaking out in a wide grin as he silently cheered and jumped excitedly. You giggling at shearing his footsteps as he jumped up and down in excitement.

The next morning when the three of you arrived at Hile Hile Island and at dawn started your heist of robbing a jewelry store. It went smoothly enough, not too hard till the surprise alarms went off and the three of you ran.

Running through the streets you held the bag of values in your hand, the boys having a good lead on you as they slipped through the crowds and laughed. It was such a adrenaline rush! The boys ran ahead of you turning a sharp corner and heading down, as you prepared to catch up to them a muscular forearm suddenly slam put hitting you.

The wind getting knocked out of your lungs as you felt the forearm smash into your chest, your head smacking into the cobblestone ground as you looked up. The infamous Lieutenant staring down at you with a sickening grin- your eyes widened as you realized.. you were fucked.

"We are gonna be rich! Haha! That ship is ours! Right (Y/N!?)" Buggy yelled out, Hearing Shanks cheer ahead of him. Not hearing your voice he started to slow down lookknv behind him seeing you were gone and his eyes widened, Shanks still on his adrenaline high stopped as well and turned to look to see the confused Buggy.

"Where is (Y/N)?" Buggy questioned, Shanks face falling as he realized this. The two boys meeting each other's gaze and began to rush through were they had run to try and find you, calling out your name. The boys running back to try and find you, as they made it to a backstreet they see you in the back of a Marine jail wagon being dragged away to the local prison. Buggy surged forward in wanting to Spring you free but Shanks grabbed his shoulder quickly.

To say this had turned into a total shit show for you. You had been tossed in the back of the Marine jail wagon, then brought to the local prison.

There you were thrown into a cell with a women who had even in hysterics. Begging for death for her actions instead of the life sentence she was given. Your mind was racing as you tried to think of ways to get out- watching as the Lieutenant walked to you with a smile.

"It's been a while since we had a Pirate here, it's good. We needed an execution tomorrow" He said with a evil smile at you. The color draining from your face at his words.

"What!? Not a trial! Or even a proper investigation!?" You screamed as you grab at the bars. The Marine laughed loudly in your face as he leaned down to your level.

"Little girl, I'm the judge, jury and executioner. Welcome to Hile Hile!" He chimed loudly before dismissing himself with a deep laugh leaving you alone with the sobbing women.

You sat there for a while, trying to figure out what to do. Having even spoken to the women who told you she had accidently fell asleep and her child drowned and was imprisoned for murder. Now sentenced to life in prison at Impel Down, even though she wanted to die for her actions. A completely over sentencing for a horrible accident but you figured that was just how this place was run.

Going up the the barred wi dows of your cell you look out over the village. Fear running through your system as the words the man said to you rang through your system. It wasn't till you saw your two friends running in the alley by your cell did it snap you from your thoughts. Clapping your hands quickly to catch your attention you saw both of them turn to you.

"(Y/N)!" Buggy called out, looking around wildly before detaching his torso and floating up to meet you grabbing at the bars to try and pull on them. You quickly shoo him to go back down.

"No, They will see you" You hissed at him and held his hand, He floated back down but kept his detached hand with you. A sinking feeling hitting your stomach as you smiled at the two boys who rambled out in panic talking about how they would break you out. Shanks was the first one to notice your silence and the sadness in your eyes.

"Guys.. I.. I love you two-" You said to them, both freezing at your words as dread fills their system.

"Hey don't be so glum! We will get you out okay?!"

You gave Buggy's hand a squeeze sniffling back tears as you kissed the back of his hand staining it with your lipstick and taking the bandana you had bought before from around your neck and tied it to his wrist.

"I promise it will be okay Buggy.. Ill be okay" You say in a shaky voice, trying to keep him calm. Releasing his hand which floated back to his wrist.

"I'll get you out of here (Y/N)! They won't hurt you I swear!" Buggy proclaimed, his mind racing with ideas to break you out. Rushing down the alleyway in order to begin plotting.

You looked at Shanks through the bars and gave him a watery smile, tears welling in your eyes.

"Shanks... Promise me- If I go... Buggy can't see it.. He should never see me that way okay? Dont try and break me out.. you guys can get killed" You begged, tears rolling down your cheeks as you saw Shanks own eyes well with tears and nod his head.

"I-I promise (Y/N)..." He stuttered out, looking ahead and running after Buggy finally. Knowing the task that laid before him-

The next day was the day of the public execution. Wanting to make a an example out of you as they prepare for you to be killed. The Lieutenant coming by the cell you shared with the woman, who was still in her mess of a state at being imprisoned for life.

"Ah a Pirate and a Murderer" He chuckled darkly at the two of you. You glaring back at him as he leered at you-

"Does it make you feel strong to kill a child?" You asked him, earning a glare from the male who slammed his hand against the bars.

"Your show time is in half an hour- pray" He hissed at you and tossed a prison uniform and cloth bag at your feet. You knew what this was for by the red that spotted the collars on both-

Buggy had been frantically gathering a plan for his rescue mission, Ignoring the oddly silent Shanks who had just been watching him. Buggy creating a flashy and dramatic escape plan to rescue (Y/N).

"Alright It's almost ready!" He said as he grabbed rope, knives and more. Shanks looking at Buggy and sighing.

"Buggy- We can't get her-" He started but Buggy glared hard at him.

"Yes we can- if we follow this plan I can get her!" Buggy screamed, Shanks clenching his fist as he glared at his friend.

"Buggy I'm not going to let you get yourself killed" He said evenly, a silent standoff starting before Buggy shot a punch using his devil fruit which landed right on Shanks cheek knocking the red head stumble back for just a moment before Buggy bolted, running off the boat and into the rain. Buggy hearing the sound of the crowd gathering at the main city court yard, Bolting towards the direction.

Shanks chased Buggy, sliding through the rain as he saw Buggy run like his life depended on it. Buggy turned a hard corner and slipped hard, his body slamming into an alleyway wall.

Shanks grabbed Buggy and held him against the wall with all his force keeping his limbs pinned, tears running down his own cheeks as he make sure Buggy didn't move from his spot. He knew Buggy couldn't use his Devil fruit abilities as well and his limbs couldn't get far enough to reach you or strong enough to push or kick him off.

"THEY ARE GOING TO KILL HER! WE CAN HELP HER!" Buggy screamed at Shanks as the red head held his friend down-

"Buggy they will kill you!... I-I promised... I-Im sorry" He croaked out- The sound of the crowd in the courtyard got louder and Buggy moved harshly.

'We are here to show that while Gol. D Roger's influence still stands! We will be the strong hand that brings it back!'

The echoing voice sounded through the city, Buggy screaming as he tried his hardest to fight against Shanks.

'A Thief and Pirate. This is the price to pay for crimes here in Hile Hile Town! Is Death!"

The crowd cheering before there was a click before it happened- Buggy's eyes went wide as he heard the massive sound of the guillotine slamming down. The fight leaving his body as he saw the birds fly up from were the courtyard was the sound scaring them from their refuge in the rain, and the sound of cheers from the courtyard from the public execution.

He didn't even feel the cold from the rain anymore, instead feeling the emotions he had turn into ice in his chest. Like his heart had been ripped from his very being and tossed into the deepest part of the sea.

Shanks still sobbing himself pulled away from Buggy knowing it had been done. His own body shivering from the cold as he wept looking at his brothers face, Buggy's eyes looking dull like that of a fishes.

"B-Buggy I'm sorry" Shanks managed to sob to his friend, Like a puppet Buggy moved to his feet barely able to stand as he felt his body was hollow and boots too heavy. His hair sticking to his skin as he felt the rain wash away his love for Shanks and you.

"..I will never forgive this betrayal Shanks... Just like (Y/N) you are dead to me..." Buggy croaked out his voice the softest it had ever sounded, not even meeting Shanks eyes as he turned and started to walk off to towards the courtyard.

Shanks standing there in the rain not saying a word as he let Buggy go, still crying himself. The blue haired teen walking to the courtyard were the crowd was filing out, having gotten their fill of bloodshed. Buggy walked to the empty courtyard and looked up seeing the Marines cleaning the mess, the rain helping to wash the blood from the blade used and the stage it rested on. One of the Marines loading a headless female body into a basket, wearing basic black and white stripped prison attire

Buggy fell to his knees, his eyes locked onto the blade that had taken you from his life- he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out the red and white bandana you had given him, while wet from rain he put it to his head and tied it around his blue hair.

He would remember you... he would cherish the memory. His best friend, his first love... a girl who always smiled wearing too red of lipstick and loved the circus...

He would be the greatest at it all.... Just for you.

[tnt-kokoo]

"She's a weirdo"

rin itoshi × fem!reader

summary: being the "weird" girlfriend of rin itoshi has many people wondering how you two are dating but he loves you more than anything.

warning: talking behind readers back, a perverted joke for a sec (not rin/y/n), murder thread (not towards the reader)

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Rin stood with his back to the other guys as he was about to put on his shirt since PE class was next. Another guy from the younger itoshis class looked at his back and started to wonder, he wasn't sure if his question should be voiced or not but he decided to ask still.

"Say Itoshi, are you and that weirdo dating?" he asking teasingly the boy, as the other guys in the changing cabin started to listen.

Rin not knowing what he ment, he turned around to face the questioning boy who he recognized as the 'class clown'.

Class clown my ass, the only funny think here is your existence.

Not wanting to appear too rude (as y/n called it), he cursed him and his whole life out in his mind as his classmates stood there on the sideline of the changing room wondering if Rin is going to answer or not.

"....um Ri-" the guy asked, "Don't call me that." He interrupted.

"Y/n is my girlfriend and she isn't a weirdo." He said it in a serious voice but the others seemed to find it a bit funny to think HE would be dating someone like YOU.

"Are you sure? She does seem kinda freaky?" A different guy asked before another guy decided to play with the younger itoshi and make a perverted joke, "Freaky? I wonder if she gets freaky in bed too??" As much as teenagers can be annoying, Rin had enough and pushed the one who made the joke to the wall as most boys back away to look at the two.

"My girlfriend is not a freak OR weird. If you dare to make another joke like that I will kill you."

After that the guys decided to let go of the topic and continued to put on their PE clothes.

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"Hey, Rin." Y/n said and waved a little when seeing her boyfriend come out of the cabin. The Itoshi felt his ears redden and waved a little, but nearly unnoticeable with his own hand.

Man, he loved his girlfriend.

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ᯓᝰ: I didn't wanted to specify what kind of weird bc there are so many different kind of hobbies/interests that can be seen as weird by some ppl so yea 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ think of it as either your own or just something random ig

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Maybe the teen (about 15 ish) daughter of an unsub who spencer is questioning about her unsub dad and there's clearly more that her dad is doing to her that she won't tell him about and maybe she gets a little clingy to spencer?

Spencer Reid x Teen Reader

Request: Maybe the teen (about 15 ish) daughter of an unsub who spencer is questioning about her unsub dad and there's clearly more that her dad is doing to her that she won't tell him about and maybe she gets a little clingy to spencer?

Third person pov...

Y/N walked into the police station, she had been called by thr sheriff to come in, they had some questions for her. They had been calling about her Dad all week.

Which of course made that his reason to beat her, accusing her of rating him out to the police, she promised him she never said anything of course he never listened.

Y/Ns father is the serial killer the police have been looking for, hes been kidnapping and murdering young girls who he finds annoying in some way for the past 6 months, a new one goes missing every week.

Y/N of course has witnessed every kill and kidnapping, the man was ruthless if he wasn't killing and making the girl watch, then he was abusing his daughter.

Still recovering from the beating she got jsut before she left the house the teen pulls at her clothes making sure her neck and wrists are covered.

Limping slightly she tells the receptionist who she is and they tell her the sheriff if waiting for her, giving the officer a smile she walks through the busy bullpen until she get to the sheriffs office.

Knocking on the door she walks in. "Hey there Y/N, glad you could come down" Says Sheriff Briest, he stands up and walks towards the teen, noticing how she steps back automatically.

The sheriff of course noticed, he had been called to the L/N residence alot over the years since Y/Ns Mum died, reports of crying and shouting coming from inside the house.

When questioned Mr L/N would tell them everything was okay and that Y/N was acting up, these lies continued all her life making the young girl seem like a troubled teenager who was rude and never listened to anyone.

Though the sheriff knew something was wrong he saw the signs and so did his officers but knowone was able to do anything about it as Y/N never told anyone not even when she was a kid.

Threat of death proved to be useful, Her Father would remind her what would happen should she tell anyone. "There's some people I want you to answer some questions for okay" Says the Sheriff.

Y/N freezes sightly as they walk into one of the briefing room that was usually unoccupied, but was now being used by a group of people. 'FBI' thought the girl instantly.

"Agent Hotchner, Y/N is here. Y/N these are the Behavioural Analysis Unit. They are here to help us find the killer" explained Sheriff Briest, Y/N doesn't look up at the people.

If she looked anyone in the eye she'd get beat again by her Father. She learnt that the hard way when she looked up at someone who was speaking to her Dad when she was 6. Since then she avoids eye contact.

"Hi" Says the teen looking at the shoes of the agents. "Hello Y/N, I'm Agent Hotchner these are Agents Jareau, Gideon, Morgan , Greenaway and Dr Reid" says polished black shoes.

"Nice to meet you" mutters Y/N, soon she is sitting in an interrogation room with Dr Reid. Nervously tapping her finger on the table she waits for the young Dr to walk in and ask her questions.

Minutes later the man walks in and sits down on the chair infront of her. After a few seconds of silence he speaks. "Hello Y/N, my names Spencer I work with the BAU, I'm going to ask you some questions okay?" He tells the girl.

Y/N nods her head. "Yes sir" she mutters wanting to go home and not be there. "Now can you tell me about your Father" Says the man, Y/N freezes her tapping increasing as she shakes slightly.

Trying desperately to stop shaking she answers the question. "I love my Dad, he doesn't do anything wrong he loves me" she says, her voice robotic as if it had been planted into her head as an automatic answer to that specific question.

Spencer takes notes of her behaviour, eyeing the two way glass he askes another question. "I'm sure he does, now, does your father leave for long periods of time, not telling you where he's going or why?"

Y/N hesitates before shaking her head. "He doesn't, Dad is always as home after work, dad loves me he doesn't do anything wrong" Spencer notes how the last part it connected to the answer from before.

"Okay, Y/N. Does your Dad hurt you?" Spencer knows asking that question would have a strong reaction but he didn’t expect the girl to slam her hand on the table and stand up and start pacing.

"No he doesn't hurt me! Dad loves me he doesn't hurt me" she yells almost crying, tears in her eyes but not falling yet, Spencer gasps at the raw emotion in the 15 year old eyes.

Desperation seeped into her voice, as she stared into the man's eyes, he noticed this was the first time he had seen her eyes. Suddenly the girl gasped and slammed her back into the wall.

Gripping her head she bring smacking her back against the wall. "Nonononono can't do that against the rules can't do that" she mumbles falling into hysterics, Spencer is soon joined by Derek and Elle.

The two had ran in when Y/N started repeating to herself. The three stand in shock not knowing what to do to help, Spencer is quick to notice the bruises on her neck and wrists. "Morgan" he whispers, the man nods his head he's seen the bruises on the girl.

Pulling out his phone, him and Elle leave Spencer alone with Y/N, the girl is still smacking her back on tjr wall as if she was punishing herself, the man slowly inches towards the grill.

"Y/N, Y/N its me Spencer remember" he whispers to the girl, holding out his hands non threateningly he speaks to the teenager desperate to calm her dow from her panic attack.

"Nonono broke the rules" muttered the girl. "Y/N you haven't broken any rules, your Father can't get you here okay, your safe your safe with me" he tells the girl, slowly Y/N pulls her hands awa from her hair and stopping smacking her back against the wall.

Smiling at the teen Spencer stays back. "I'm safe here" she whispers horsely, Spencer nods his head. "Yes that's right your safe here, I won't let anyone hurt you" he says.

Y/N slowly begins to inch closer to the man eagerly seeking comfort, soon the girl was throwing herself at him, Spencer hugs her tightly whispering that she was okay and he wouldn't hurt her.

An hour later the Team and swat had arrested Y/Ns Father for the abuse she suffered and 15 accounts of murder.

Over the next few days adter they had caught the killer, Y/N had grown close to Spencer, she wouldn't let him out of her sight scared her father would come and hurt her, Spencer stayed with the teen while she recovered in hospital from the abuse she suffered from her father.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot sorry for the wait, as usual sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1277

[cupids-scream-queen]

A Little Murderess °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･❀*

❀ female!murderer!reader x poly!ghostface ❀

Part 4 // 1.7k words

-> Part 1 // -> Part 2 // -> Part 3

Warnings: stalking! Tame chapter, I know.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･❀*ੈ✩‧₊˚⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Summary: You've just moved to a new town after the death of your little brother and stepfather with your mother. You're not ashamed of what you do to cope with the deaths; especially when you make two new friends who you might have more in common with than you thought...

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Over the next two days, you got closer with the gang. You still couldn’t shake the feeling of Billy and Stu being somehow related to your strange phone calls, but until you had concrete proof, you weren’t going to say anything. Even if they were related to it, you wanted to make sure of it, and twist their minds around themselves just as they’ve done to you.

Out of the two of them, Stu was the one to get the closest to you. Despite his girlfriend being Right There, Stu would still make flirtatious comments towards you, and you’d try your best to deflect them as best you could. You didn’t want to risk Tatum or Sidney throwing you out of the group just because of a horny teenage boy named Stuart of all things.

Randy was also making comments, but you were more open to flirting back, even though you could see it visibly annoyed Stu and quite possibly even Billy. You didn’t care though, since they had girlfriends—it was their fault they weren’t single, after all. After a lot of pleading from the gang, you eventually traded phone numbers with them all—and you quickly found your time being invaded increasingly by Stu.

“Are you fond of Psycho for being bloody or for being a Hitchcock film?” He asked one night, and you had to suppress yourself from asking if the only thing that made a film ‘horror’ in his opinion was blood. Because you knew the answer was a yes.

“Hitchcock, if I’m being honest,” You answered, scribbling down your algebra homework. It didn’t have to be perfect, you reminded yourself. It just had to be good enough. “I don’t mind bloody films, but I just think most of the tropes are over-used.”

“Naw, they’re over-used in unique ways every time,” Stu asserted, and you laughed at him.

“They’re not! Every slasher has the same plot. Evil man in mask, gutted teenager, girl with tits, some other unrelated teenage girl that stops the evil man. Same thing, fifty-five gallons of fake blood per kill, unrealistic,” You ranted, and Stu giggled at your anger.

“And how many gallons of blood makes it realistic?” He questioned, and you could feel your face heat up. There was no way he’d know if you gave him the right answer.

“Technically one and a half gallons, since that’s all a human body can hold,” You said quietly. Stu was silent, before asking the million-dollar question.

“Why the fuck would a girl like you know a fact like that?”

“Why would you know that it’s a true statement, hmm?” You shot back playfully, before finally asking. “And how come you seem to know why I’d know that fact?”

“A lucky guess, pussycat,” He said quietly. You figured it was a clue. You had to defeat Ghostface, and Stu just moved up on the suspect list. “Didn’t mean nothin’ by it.”

“Right,” You slowly said, and moved a few papers around on your desk. “Well, I’ve got to do algebra work, so…”

“You want me to leave you alone?” Stu finished, and you smiled.

“Yes. Good-bye, Stuart Little,” You said, and you finished your homework. An hour later, the phone rang. This time, you knew it wasn’t Stu.

“Hello Mystery Man,” You greeted, and the voice on the phone was exactly who you’d thought it would be.

“Hello, you alone tonight or is your mother there?”

“If you were properly stalking me, you’d know she’s passed out on the living room couch,” You joked, and Ghostface laughed.

“Have you any guesses as to who I am?”

“I have guesses on what two people you might be,” You slyly walked by your windows, smirking. “But you know, I won’t share them with you until I’m solid on them.”

“Two people? You’re a really strange detective. What makes you think there’s two of us?”

“The fact that I can hear two people breathing right now,” You deadpanned, and you could hear shuffling on the other end of the phone. “And the fact that every time you call me, it’s like you forgot what we talked about last time.”

“You’re a lot sharper than you let on, Y/N,” Ghostface purred, and you smiled at the praise. “It’d be a shame if you don’t defeat me.”

“Defeat you how? Do I just guess who you are and if it’s right, BINGO, I live, or do I have to kill you?” You finally asked the question that’s been weighing down on you. If Ghostface was who you suspected it to be, you knew you couldn’t kill them—it would hurt the friend group too much.

“Guess it right, and you live. It’s an easy game. If you don’t guess it right, SLASH, you’re dead and gutted like a fucking pig,” Gutted. You smiled to yourself, realizing you just got another clue. “You have only a few more days left, you know. I’d start working on my theories a little more seriously than hanging out with Sidney or Tatum.”

“But not Billy or Stu, right?” You shot back, before hanging up the phone. Got ‘em.

•❃°•°❀°•°❃•

Billy and Stu looked at each other, right after you hung up.

“She knows, man,” Stu’s eyes were wide. “She knows.”

“She’s messing with us, there’s no way in hell she knows. She’s probably just saying random ass names to try and scare us,” Billy rationalized, but a tiny part of him was worried. Did you find out? It wasn’t like he talked to you much at all, but then he had a lightbulb moment. “Do you call her outside of trying to scare her?”

“A bit, yeah,” Stu admitted. “Just to try and find out more about her, y’know? She’s not gonna give every piece of information about herself to a psychopath on the phone threatening to kill her.”

“You’re a fucking moron, Stu,” Billy pinched the bridge of his nose. “She’s figured out the speech patterns.”

“There’s no way, the voice changer—”

“Only changes voices, not speech patterns!” Billy shouted, and Stu tried to make himself look smaller. “You can’t just talk to her like you normally would, asswipe! She figured it out because of slang!”

“No way she’s that observant,” Stu tried, but Billy cut him off. “She is, you dickrag! She’s a fucking murderer, she’s hella observant!” Billy was shaking with rage, and Stu put an arm around him, but Billy shook it off. “Don’t fucking touch me, not until we figure out how to deal with her. If she gets it right, what are we gonna do? We were banking on her not knowing.”

“I don’t think she’s going to care, Billy,” Stu pointed out, and he was right. You wouldn’t care, not really. You’d be amused at their attempt on you, sure, but you wouldn’t report them. You had too many of your own crimes to care about the crimes of two self-diagnosed psychopathic teenagers with a phone line. “If anything, she’d join in.”

“And three is the magic number?” Billy snorted. “This isn’t schoolhouse rock. Two, Stu, two! That’s all we need, and that’s all there ever will be. Two! We can’t have three Ghostfaces running around, slashing people left and right. Three is how people get caught. Three is how people start talking. Three is when people get left behind.”

“Are you two always in my bushes?” They looked up, to find you standing in front of their hiding spot. “I found out a while ago, dumbasses.”

“I told you she wouldn’t care,” Stu murmured, and you looked at him pointedly.

“I never said I didn’t care, but you’re not wrong. It’s a bit pathetic finding you two in my bushes in front of my house, that’s all,” You played with your familiar bowie knife. “Now, what am I going to do to defeat the magical and mystical Ghostface?”

“Not kill us?” Stu tried, and Billy hit him upside the head.

“No, not kill you,” You agreed, and you pointed the blade at Billy. “Tell me your plans. All of them. I’m going to join you two. You are smart, I’ll give you that. But not smart enough to properly kill without getting caught.”

“Hey, for your information, we killed—”

“Casey? I know. And her boyfriend, I can’t remember his name right now,” You twiddled with the blade. “And Sidney’s mother, right?”

“How—”

“I’m good with my head,” You smiled sweetly, and the two boys looked at you, awestruck. “No complaints with it yet.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Billy asked, and you nodded.

“I’m serious. Why, watching me kill wasn’t a good enough show for you? I knew someone was watching me, I’m not stupid. Your lack of faith is disturbing,” You grinned as the boys shuddered, and you knew you were hitting their confidence, hard.

“Fine. Fine! Come to Stu’s at midnight tomorrow night, we’ll explain,” Billy finally cracked, and you grinned.

“I’m not stupid. If you try to kill me—”

“You’ll kill us,” They answered simultaneously. “We heard you the first time.”

“Good! Well, goodnight boys! And I’d wash your jeans, that’s where my neighbor’s dog pisses,” You blew them a kiss, and skipped your way back into your house, where they could see you in the window of your bedroom. You flipped them off again, before closing your curtains with the familiar claw clip.

“What should we do?” Stu asked, and Billy looked at him.

“Use her as an asset, what else would we do?”

•❃°•°❀°•°❃•

You were proud of yourself, that was for sure. Though you didn’t entirely trust the two, you were fairly confident that they wouldn’t kill you. You knew too much, and you knew that they’d try to use you for whatever skills you had. It didn’t offend you as much as it annoyed you that you’re getting involved with crimes more elaborate than your own. You weren’t sure if it was wise of you, but you knew you wanted to get involved. To see what, exactly, the two idiots were planning. And how you could be of assistance.

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-> Part 5

[ohraicodoll]

i absolutely love the feral reader x joel fics

omg like yaaas give me a murdering queen

Thank you! I use to primarily write a lot of action and horror and stuff so it's fun getting to go back to that and write someone who doesn't get hung up on "being good" lol.Have this little snippet I had written!

Joel wasn’t waiting for her to come back.

No, he just happened to be doing a crossword puzzle near the entrance because Tommy was working nearby and the house was too quiet. No other reason. Not because this was the first patrol their little group was separated for and he was feeling anxious. Not because he knew she didn’t exactly get along with the others in Jackson, a little too feral for settlement life. Definitely not because he was worried since the person she’d been sent with was fuckin’ Grant of all people who couldn’t seem to keep his eyes in his fucking head.

He tapped the pencil against the paper, eyes scanning the gate and the patrolmen up top to see if they would give any signal of an approaching party. “Fancy seeing you here,” Ellie joked and hopped up on the crate beside him, legs dangling over the edge. Joel grunted and turned his eyes back down to the page, doing his best to appear busy. “They left pretty early so it shouldn’t be long now,” the teenager hummed, eyes following the same path his had done moments ago, “Like I get we’re supposed to integrate, but maybe you can pull some strings with Tommy so you and her only do patrols together.” “And why would I do that?” he muttered, staring at the black and white squares that didn’t have a single letter in them. Ellie raised a brow, “I’m sorry, did you want her to murder fuckin’ Grant?” “He can handle her,” Joel bit out though the words tasted like shit leaving his lips. The cocky asshole couldn’t handle her. Hell, he could barely handle her sometimes. The laugh that abruptly left her was enough to cause him to look up at her, “Okay, sure. Keep acting like you don’t care that you’re here and she’s out there with someone else.” He set the pencil down fully, hands going to his hips, and stared at the girl, “Ellie, do you have a point to make or are you just here to annoy my ass? I’m not worried about her and I’m not going to pull any strings. We gotta do our part here and all that shit.”

She rolled her eyes, “Yeah cause you happen to be casually doing a fuckin’ crossword of all things right where you can immediately see when a patrol comes back. Dude, you’re so obvious.” Ellie chuckled and jumped down to her feet off the crate, “Which is Seven Down, by the way.” He glared as she cackled and walked off, glancing down at the page once her head was turned. Fuck if she wasn’t right. 

Joel wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of being right though and snapped the pages shut right as the upper patrolmen signaled a party's arrival. No, he wasn’t worried at all as they went through the process of opening up the gate. It couldn’t only be the three of them. They did have to integrate even if it felt like being eaten alive by ants. It didn’t mean he had to like it though. Didn’t mean he liked her being away from him. Grant was the first through the opening and he struggled not to grind his teeth, keeping the anxiety down even as he took in the man’s black eye and split lip, the way he limped through. Fuck, had they been attacked? He knew he should have argued with Tommy- But then she walked through behind him, perfect and intact as if she had only been on a stroll. Still the same wild girl as always, eyes taking everything in. She dumped the large canvas bag with the gatekeepers to take inventory, going through the process even as Grant limped away into town without a glance back. Joel tried to get a good look at him, but the man keenly kept his eyes to the ground as he trudged past. “Hey,” she greeted, giving him a nod and not showing any surprise at seeing him waiting, “Run went smooth. Found a decent enough stash that had been skipped past a few times. Some of these people are shit searchers. Didn’t run into any infected.” Joel nodded, eyes following Grant again before turning to her with a raised brow, “Went smooth, huh?” Her eyes darkened and she scratched at her chin, giving him a glimpse of slightly bloody knuckles, “Yeah, smooth.” Well that explained why she didn’t have a hair out of place and Grant looked like he fell down six flights of stairs. He chuckled and shook his head, any anxiety left over finally leaving his body. Of course she could take care of herself. Throwing an arm around her shoulder, they both headed back to their house, “Atta girl. Ellie was worried you would murder him.” Joel wasn’t going to mention that he was worried about the opposite, as improbable as that was, lest he wanted to get his ass handed to him. “Nah, threatening castration seems to work just fine. Didn’t feel like getting rid of a body today.” Suffice to say, Tommy stuck her with Joel for all patrols going forward. He didn’t complain.

[dolliestfairy]

𝐹𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐹𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑦𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒╰🎀 . ִ ۫ ⁎ .

Gojo, Nanami, Sukuna, & Megumi with Chubby!Fem!reader who is a Fashion Fairy ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ╰🧚🏻‍♀️ . ִ ۫ ⁎ .

🧸 A/N : hey hey i'm just done taking a break for like 2 days so now i'm back writing again hehehe :) also i forgot to make the pt 4 of the baker series with gojo, but i already put him in here so i'm just gonna post this first, and then maybe i'll post the baker series pt 4 later. tysm! if you like my writings, please reblog & feedbacks me! ty!.

🧸 Warnings ; genoside mentions & murdering attemption include, Mocking/bullying (not from the jjk characters) and maybe some misspelled word. reader skin color is not announced.

Gojo ʚ ₊˚ ᥀

• Yuhh another fashion-enthusiast 👸🏽👓🤏🏻

• love your style so much that he sometimes buy clothes that match your style.

• really support your ethusiasm over fashion!

• every week after he had done his training or mission, he goes to where you lived, knock the door at your house, and ask you "Y/N lets go shopping tonight~!"

• if you refuse he will be a pouting baby, whining over everything. but if you accept him, this goofball will be Over the Moon 🌙🌬

• like, after you accept his invitation, he will goes to tell his happy news to his friends and his students in a rather exaggerated manner.

• Yuuji, Megumi, Nanami was exhausted at this point, hearing gojo mumbling "She accept it!" over and over again, at this rate they dont even know if this was a blessing or a curse.

• so mother fucking proud having you as his S/o. always mumbling and bringing it to others. but if some lowlife starting to mock you, he's going to act like an annoying offensed teenager saying "How could you say/do that to the love of my life!?" but... if that lowlife is taking it as far as wanting to hurt you or endangering you, well i suppose they're gonna have to encounter the Horrifying side about Gojo Satoru (although he'd still be in his Goofy attitude 💀)

Nanami ʚ ₊˚ ᥀

• didnt mind it, in fact he really love it, but he just doesnt show it too much.

• we all know Nanami is some sort of stoic person, so its not so surprising hearing this. he really really love you, and would die & kill for you. but he's a Man that doesnt really show it out loud.

• he's showing his love with how much he want to spend his time with you.

• one of his favorite part is that, he really love seeing how confidence you are in your beautiful clothes & jewelry.

• theres nothing more entertaining for him than seeing you compliment yourself in front of the mirror. he really love seeing you happy, and he would want to keep your confidence forever.

• but theres a time where some pest trying to somehow.. trying to.. lower your confidence. trying to.. make you uncomfortable about your own self & body.

• and if nanami knew that his beloved s/o is getting mocked and look down by some pest, he's going to go straight to their home, knock at their door, and lecture them with the wisest yet cruelest words you could ever imagine for 5 hours straight until that pest is become a crying mess and begging for mercy.

• after he done with those pest, he's going to a gentle giant to you. he's gonna try to make you confident about yourself again.

• what do you need? cuddles? food? more dress? more clothing? jewelry? hair accessories? no problem, its all for you.

• Would kill for you if that means he can see you happy and being comfortable with yourself again.

• and that's just how Nanami Kento show his love and devotion for you in his own way.

Sukuna ʚ ₊˚ ᥀

• oh my god this man.......

• he looks like a dilf but i'm telling ya this man is aged MORE THAN A 1000 YEARS OLD. so i'm just telling it may not go so well.

• he sometimes think millenials opinion and choice about their style and fashion are weird, but its not like he cares about them.

• hell he's the King of the curses! why would he cares about mortals fashion anyway? *pfft*

• but its all change when he meets you, the love of his life although he'd rather cut his tongue out than calling you this lmfao

• oh how he looove the the colors you put outside your skin, how they compliment your curves, giving you the best look, and the confidence. yes.. the confidence 🙌🏻 the way you compliment yourself in the mirror, also the way you gave zero fuck about some people who want to take down your confidence.

• but that doesnt mean that people can just get away. you may used to it but sukuna was far from it. he's going to go to that fuckface place and take their lowlife lives.

• he may even go as far as planning a genoside if it means keeping you safe & happy.

• but we all know he's a major tsundere, so he only would-to-never admit all of this at all.

• he probably would admit this in the most confusing way you could possibly imagine.

• but again, thats just how he show his love for you. he would kill for you, and he would even start a genoside if its necessary enough to keep you safe & happy.

[wizardfrog69]

I hope this isn't too much to ask, but hear me out: Nikolai, but he adopted some random traumatised teenager (the reader ofc), and he doesn't know what to do with them, nor does he want to abandon them so he just passes it around the doa like "lol help me take care of this kid idfk what I'm doing".

I'm sorry if it's too much, I just wanna see how the doa would react

It isn't too much. Thank you for your request! :)

'•.¸♡ why do you have a child? ♡¸.•'

Nikolai x gn!reader (platonic as the reader is an adolescent)

Platonic fluff

Masterlist

Enjoy!

Nikolai found you while he was out on a mission, why he decided to take you in no one knows but he did and now you live with a clown who is very murderous and doesn't know how to take care of anyone let alone a teenager.

One day he took you to his 'work'. 'Goooooood morning, you're going with me to work!' He called out to you when he saw you in the kitchen preparing breakfast. 'Work? Why are you taking me to your work?' You saw him 'work' before and certainly didn't want to witness those horrors again.

'It'll be fun and you'll get to meet my dear friends!' There were more people like him? But you could refuse and just prayed no one would kill each other while you were there.

The office you were currently standing in was dim and kind of cold. Nikolai was in the room next to you and all you heard was 'quiz time!' Followed by some muffling. The door swung open and out came Nikolai 'Come, you'll meet my dear friend Dostoy!' You followed Nikolai into a dark room with a man sitting by some monitors. 'Nikolai, why on earth do you have a child?' You could see the man's expression due to the monitors behind him being so bright but you could hear his voice, it had a Russian accent and his tone was nuteral.

Nikolai explain his situation with a confession of not knowing what to do with you following. After hearing that he didn't know what he would do with you you felt shocked and only look at him with an expression on disbelief. 'Well if you don't know what to do with me then just let me go my own way.' Say hiss by Nikolai revealed that he didn't want to let you go so the two of you were essentially stuck with each other.

After talking with Dostoy for a while Nikolai proposed the idea of going to a casino, this confused you beyond anything. Nikolai wanted to take you to a fucking casino, what was he going to do with you in a casino in the middle of the day? Was he really going to gamble?

Upon arriving Nikolai took you to see the manager. 'Why are we visiting the casino's manager? Are you in debt with a casino?' Nikolai only laughed no answering your question making you grow more anxious by the second.

The two of you stood in front of a door and without knocking Nikolai opened the door to a man doing some paper work. 'Sigma!' He announced his presence with the man's name. 'What do you wa- why do you have a child!?' Sigma shouted in a worry.

You hated being called a child but you didn't say anything.

A loud sigh was heard from the end of the room and the man started walking to you both. 'Are you okay?' He asked you sympathetically which took you by surprise 'yeah?' You answered.

'I need your help Sigma!' Nikolai proclaims enthusiastically. 'What do you need?' 'What do I do with them?' Sigma's expression turned from annoyed to a mix of shock and tired disappointment. 'How should I know? Why won't the two of you talk it over or something.' Sigma sighed and you left.

'Why did you adopt me if you don't know what to do with me?' You asked Nikolai he didn't answer and only looked ahead. 'Why won't you just let me go my own way? You don't need to take care of me.' You said looking at him hoping for a response. 'I will not abandon you, that's all you need to know, lets go get ice cream!'

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

I wrote this all in one go.

Have a wonderful day/night and I hope you are doing well!

-Az

[bloodyboi]

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

"𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞."

"𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.."

𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

WARNING: GORE AND MURDER.

M/N never expected to kill people for boredom, no never that. For thrills as well. He found undying urges to just take his hands on something, strangle it with his bare hands. Watching the life fall apart inside it. This teen boy wondered if people will understand him. But who would. He was just a "weirdo", a "freak with no loving parents".

Which was surprisingly wrong when his parents cared for him a lot. Even if they divorced. But other than less, his heart rate picks up a lot when just thinking of killing the nuisances of man-kind or just killing people who annoyed him the most.

The girl before him was squirming on the cold tile floor, M/N cold eyes stare a at his so called "classmate" with darkness. That made the girl squirm more as her hands were bounded together. Her legs aimed to kick the boy in his knees, only for it to fail.

The boy grabbed her legs and pinned them down with intense force. The girl squealed out of pain, her eyes tight shut from feeling his cold hands on her calves. She was scared, but that wasn't the right word...no. She was horror-stricken. She never expected the sweet boy in her class to be a murder. Never less target her...all because "he was bored."

The girl shakily opens her eyes, only to make eye contact with those dead eyes of his. She whimpered, feeling chills go from her neck  to her back. The boy pulls his finger to his lips, indicating her to be quiet as he effortlessly lifts her up. The girl was shocked since he always seemed skinny and weak. But the more she thought about it, his shoulders were broad and wide.

The boy sits her down in a chair, his [color] eyes darken seeing her trying to jump out the chair. So the teen boy pulled her slick blonde hair, earning a muffle yelp from the poor girl. Eyes teary as she pleads in her brain for him not to kill her. But it was sure to happen as she heard a clank.

Before she knew it, he stabbed her in the thigh. A wrenched scream filled the air as she thrashes in the chair. Her eyes teared up more as the boy just grips the handle of the knife. Not even caring if his finger prints were now indented into it. A smile curves on his face..he liked to see that pain in peoples eyes..that wonderful scream made him twist the knife more into her thigh. A powerful scream came out again from the said girl.

"I wonder how much more screams you can let out of your pretty, little throat." He says before he lets out the knife from the plushy thigh. Only to stab it in deeper of the girl, the eyes of the girl widened so wide. You could see her pupil clearly like a doctor who just freshly dilated it.

She lets out another piercing scream before her head falls forward, her blonde her covering her face as she breathes heavily from this horrifying pain. She ponders to herself at this moment.

"I'm going to die here..."

Which was true as she was alone with this psychopath. He just smiles and takes the knife out. His heart rate was going wild seeing this girl in so much despair for herself. If he was an anime character, he might as well be a genderbend of Junko Enoshima. His eyes light up before he picked the girls chin up with his pointer finger. He smiles wide like a Cheshire Cat, the girl looks away.

Not wanting to see the face of her kidnapper, but that was a wrong move as the teenager grabs her face with his hand. Clutching her jaw tight to face him. Instead of his light up eyes, it was darkened and empty. No light, no soul in sight.

"Look at me before I cut your insides." He says darkly. The clutch of his hands made the girl shiver as she makes eye contact with him. "Good girl." He says with a grin, but it wasn't a soft, or light one. It was a sinister one. The type of grin a person makes before harming someone even worse. The type a grin a liar makes to their promise lover before cheating on them.

She was too scared to talk to this boy, [M/N] [L/N] wasn't the type to just "talk". He had close friends who he would clearly talk to, but his attitude would change towards people who he didn't know. That's why people thought he was "shy, a freak, a weirdo." All those labels attached to him all throughout school year. And the reason for that, was because of the blonde girl in front of him.

You see, she may seem sweet now. But that's because her life is on stake. She must play her cards correctly if she wants to live. But she's on strike 2, one for trying to harm him, two for trying to thrash out. If she hits strike 3.

It's over.

But that's a little too late isn't it?

The blonde girl heard a door open from the room they were in. As the [hair color] boy looked up from his victim, the girl prayed that it was the cops. Maybe her parents called them for her! Yes, maybe she is saved! The tear filled eyes and tear marks on her flawless cheeks glistened in the shady light.

The door opened to see it was one of the boy's parents. His mother. The girl's eyes widen as she let out a raspy yell, anything to get the attention drawn towards her. The blood from her thigh being stabbed dropped and ruined the school uniform they had to wear at school. It ruined the nice blue cotton skirt, as the boy stares up at his mom with a dead look.

The mother gasped, holding her hands to her mouth. The girl pleaded for her to knock some sense into the boy infront of her. She wanted the mother of this psychopath to be knocked out so she can leave and be home to her family. Her own loving family.

But her hope died....

"[M/N], sweetie...you're suppose to tape her mouth...not just her hands. I'm disappointed." The mother said from her plump lips. She crossed her arms and shakes her head in disapproval. The said son looks down before nodding.  The female classmate's eyes widen more, her lashes feeling the cold breeze and chill she felt ever since she got took down here.

"Y-you're joking right? You can't possibly let your son do this to me! He's a murder and a freak! And low life fuckin freak!" The blond girl yells from her throat. Her eye showed clear anger, confusion, despair..but mostly fear.

The mother's frown turned into a sick sweet smile, hand cupped up to her cheek as she moved towards her beloved son. The mother grabbed the son's hands as the boy didn't even move. His cold gaze never left the floor. He felt his mother put glove on his hands before patting his back and leaving up the stairs from the basement.

"Rip her throat out. She talks too much dear."

And that's the last thing the blonde girl heard before she felt a plunging in her throat. A small croak came out as blood splattered the boy's hand. The boy held that same cold gaze from before as he felt the girl drop her head. With that, he pulled the knife down further, opening that throat of hers. The blood colored her white uniform shirt, dripping down more onto the skirt. [M/N] eyes the skirt but then stood back and look at his hands, covering in latex gloves and blood. His favorite outfit to wear.

"You're fucking repulsive, I might as well let you bleed out whore." He said lastly as he kicks the now deceased girl in her chest. She falls back like a ragdoll, blood spilling from her throat all the way to the cold floor again.

The teenager boy walks up the stairs, glancing at the body before turning off the lights and going to help clean the kitchen for dinner.

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[hannahssimblr]

In the final throes of summer the trees lose that brilliant, neon green and the waves crash to shore just a little harder than they did last week. It’s a small change, yet I see it every year as I stand on the shore, that breeze that blows the marram grasses into my bare legs is just a touch colder than usual, the days a little shorter, a feeling of change in the air. 

I watch a mother call her kids in from the sea with a broad wave of her arm, “We’re packing up the caravan,” she’s calling out, “Come and help your dad put the cases in the car, won’t you?”

Within sight of me, Liam wipes the counter down at the surf shack, and there is no queue today for ice cream, and soon it’ll be just the locals left, going about their year in this village of boarded up houses. He sees me and waves enthusiastically, and I lift a limp hand in response. 

“You off soon?” He shouts, and I shrug. 

“Tomorrow.”

“Ah, well sure I might see you around before you go. I’ll be here.”

I turn back to face the shore. Yeah. He’s always here. I wonder what it’s like for him when the summer is over, like, what does Liam do in the winter? Does he still go surfing? Does he still stand there smiling at the Surf Shack window, through rain and storms, smiling out to sea and waiting for customers like some kind of ancient ghost doomed to act out this routine until the end of time? How is it that he is fifteen and it feels like he’s been there for centuries.

Shane Healy comes down the sandy path from the village and my stomach clenches. He is not smiling, and he’s walking towards me with a particular sort of impatient purpose that makes me feel like the most burdensome fool to ever exist. Who knows what I interrupted by asking him to come here, but I have a feeling he’s about to tell me. 

“Here, man,” he huffs, “We were packing the bags to go home, what is it?”

I hesitate, aware of my hands sunken into pockets, thinking perhaps I should take them out and be prepared for any potential violence. “Um,” I say, “I thought that you and I should talk.”

“Oh yeah?” He has a glint in his eye. Is it a murderous glint? I can’t decide. 

“I was talking to Jen about you guys, you know, not inviting me to hang out at your place the other night and I was just wondering-”

“Yeah, obviously. Why would I invite you over?”

“...Because we’re meant to be friends, I don’t know, why else would you-”

“Man, look, I don’t know if you think I’m stupid or something, but obviously I found out what you’ve been saying about Kelly, and I don’t really think it’s a good idea for you to be in the same room as her, she’d just get mad or something, I don’t know.”

“Kelly?” I splutter. “What did I ever say about Kelly?”

“I get pissed off at her, right? She’s annoying, but she’s my sister, and only I’m allowed to say things about her, not you. I dunno, I just thought you’d have a bit more cop-on, a bit more compassion or something, like, she’s been…” He hesitates, like the next thought is disturbing, “.... fairly upset about it, to be honest.”

I search all over his face for some sign that he’s pranking me, but he isn’t. His jaw is set and his brow is furrowed. “Shane, honestly, I don’t even know what I said. I don’t think that I ever said anything about her.”

“Okay but it actually has to have been you.”

“What? Why? What was said?”

“Man, come on, I know you’re like this, I know you just say and do shit without really thinking about it, and you’re an annoying bastard about it and usually it’s fine, but I’m just mad that you targeted my little sister. It’s not on.”

My heart is drumming a staccato beat inside my chest, “Shane, what the hell! I didn't say anything, I mean, maybe I did and I can’t remember. What-”

“That nobody wants to hang out with her, that she’s a loser and that our mam has to force people to be friends with her,” He scowls, “All the teenagers at the caravan park heard about it and they’re all ripping the piss, saying that she needs mammy’s to hold her hand.”

“That wasn’t me. I’d never say that.”

“Well we figured out that it must have been, alright? Because mam said that she asked you, you specifically, to invite Kelly to hang out because she was worried she was feeling a bit lonely.”

The idea that Shane’s mam thinks I spread these rumours makes me queasy. I remember that night. We were out on the dunes, we ran out of beer, I went back to the Healy’s mobile home to sneak more out, and Clóda came- 

Clóda. 

“No - listen, I swear it wasn’t me,” I begin, but he’s already finished and doesn’t really care about what else I have to say. He’s backing away. 

“Whatever, Jude. If this is what you asked me here to talk about then I have things to be at, so,” he gives me a nod as I splutter in protest, but he just walks away with a curt wave, “I’ve to pack, so, see you next summer, or whatever.”

“Shane, wait! Shane, man, c’mon!” He doesn’t turn around. “Fuck sake,” I mutter and I grab my phone from my pocket. I punch out a quick text to Clóda. 

Meet me in the park when you’re finished work. 

I stalk off in the other direction. 

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[rzyraffek]

Hi hi!! I’m here to request something with my bbg Vincent Sinclair! your thingy doesn’t exactly specify which slashers, so I think I’ll ask for Vincent and Michael Myers just so u have an idea u can write abt if you don’t know the other!!

Okay okay, so what about a reader with a bad attitude? So for Vince, I would assume that their relationship starts with the reader defending Vincent from Bo. Like, Bo just starts calling Vincent names (like the mean truck man he is >:[) and Vincent is just taking it, then the reader steps between the two twins and just starts BURNING Bo with every insult they have.

“Oh, he’s the freak? Well at least he knows how to keep his mouth shut and isn’t asking everyone with a *female anatomy* to *adult fun* every ten seconds.” or something vicious like that-

and Vincent is just dumbfounded that someone has the balls to speak up against Bo.

and for Michael, same thing, but the reader is just being so mean when he starts chasing them! Like, they try to hide behind a door and they make sure that Michael saw them, so when he opens the door, the reader just flips him off and kicks him away from the door really harshly-

or, just being really really hard to catch. Like if they climb somewhere high and he can’t get to them, the reader just sticks their tongue out and flips him off again with the snarkiest attitude!!

anyways, that’s all I gots for now! Feel free to ignore this lol, but if you don’t directly respond to this ask but do use the idea, I ask that u credit me!

u look lovely today, and I hope u have an amazing night/evening/morning/day!

<3

First of all, for some reason I got no notification that somone requested anything and I have no clue how long it was sitting in my inbox. Second of all thats great idea cuz in most of fics reader is always very meow meow shy uwu bebi, which is sometimes annoying tbh, they should be rude sometimes. Requests open

Slashers with badass s/o

Vincen Sinclair

Bros used to this kind of treatment, name calling, mean words, yelling ect

This relationship started by s/o just simply asking Vincent if he's alright after Bo yelled at him

Any kind of affection makes him blush like teenager girl after watching twilight for first time

In his free time he will just hold s/o hand and walk behind them like lost puppy

Imagine: "yo vinc get over here you lazy ass" vincent:😰🏃 "well BO maybe if you stopped acting like such drama queen and get rid of this nasty ass attitude then MAYBE people will start helping you without fear of losing a limb or sanity?" 🧍🧍‍♂️

Tbh the only reason that Bo didn't commit murder on s/o is that vincent is actually very happy now and even that Bo is a horrible human being he doenst want his bro completely emo

Lack of ideas so im just going to put some mean words to Bo here

"Dont worry vincent, hes just jealous cuz he cant hold conversation with women for more than 4seconds without scaring them to death. litteraly"

"Aw baby dont be sad, just compare your hair routine with his. Im surprised hes not bald to be honest"

Live laugh love Vincent

"Nonono dont be upset, how about we draw together huh? Can you go pass me crayons from your workplace😇i totaly wont whoop your brother while you are away"

If s/o is just rude to Bo face, Vincent will be so so happy that they protect him but so so worried that s/o is about to evaporate due to Bo anger issues

"You calling him a freak? Better look who has stable relationship and lack of anger issues L bozo"

Also now Vince is 24/7 with her bcs not only shes great, protects him and provides comfort🥰

Micheal Myers

"AHAHAH looozer can't climb the ladder? Yo old as hell man go to retirement home"

S/o calling him granma to bully him

"Yo man stop begin such stalker or im going go call yo sister (in some versions laurie is his sister if u dont agree just ignore this part lol) and she gonna beat you up

Micheal spawning behind her, inside her house:🧍 "😨 yo sup Myers wacha got there? A a knife? Eee cool cool"🏃

"If you have such blood-lust go kill rats in my basement they keep stealing my food"

🧍 Myers emoji

Im sorry if its unfunny or boring I watched house of wax when it came out so like long time ago and I kinda forgor vincent and bo personalities. And Myers personality is basicly 🧑‍🦯old man

[shitideas]

the beginning | stu macher x reader

summary: alternate version to the end 😉

warnings: murder, gore, knives and guns, swearing, blood, think that’s it? she/her pronouns used for reader.

he was seeing red. everything was suddenly quiet.

he pulled his knife out of chad meeks’ heart, his body dropping right next to his already dead sister. poetic.

the man turned to face his remaining three victims, but they weren’t there. he rolled his eyes to himself, knowing he’d be bleeding two of them dry in the next few minutes.

but then he heard blood curdling screams.

he ran in the direction of them, and found the most confusing scene he’d seen so far. a person dressed in the same black robe as him was standing over tara carpenter’s body, a knife in their hand. with their other hand, they were pointing a gun at samantha carpenter and sidney prescott.

so this is the mysterious ghostface that had been killing beside him. pathetic. he’d kill them too in a few minutes.

he pulled his gun out and shot the intruder in the shoulder, forcing a loud groan out of them. they looked at him with an annoyed look he couldn’t see.

“i mean really, the first thing you do after all these years is shoot me? thanks a lot, stu.”

he froze when they spoke. he knew that voice. it was the same voice that had been haunting his dreams for years. the same voice that let out cries of disappointment and terror on the unfaithful night in 1996. the same that’d scold him whenever he did something innocently stupid, and praise him because she loved him more than anything.

“what the hell..”,he trembled as he spoke. for the past 30 years, he thought she was dead. and he thought it was his fault. he never stopped blaming himself, and he always wished that she was alive.

“surprise, stu.”,her gloved hand reached up to the ghostly mask on her face, dropping it to the floor. y/n loomis’ face was revealed with a sly smile on her lips.

he was in so much shock he couldn’t speak. he just stared at her. he wanted to cry but dismissed it, not wanting to seem soft in front of her. after all, he’s not 17 years old anymore. he can’t be so sensitive.

sidney’s face twisted in puzzlement as she took in the woman in front of her. the same woman who’s name was never said during the news announcing the deaths on the night of 1996. nobody knew where she was, but they all assumed she was dead. i mean after all, her brother did injure her pretty badly. sidney had always thought that she had just bled out and died.

in reality, billy loomis never intended for his sister to die. but he couldn’t have her being the only person without any injuries. and when he stabbed her and stared into her eyes, he looked at her in a way that said you’re going to be okay.

and she was okay. physically at least.

what billy didn’t know was that his sister would go on and become exactly like him.

as soon as stu got back to reality, he ran over to y/n and clutched onto her shoulder, apologising for what he’d just done.

“how the hell are you alive…”, he whispered, holding onto her as if she would disappear if he let go. his heartbeat quickened as her face inched closer to his. she kissed him with so much desperation, he could feel how much she’d been longing to touch him again. his brows furrowed as he kissed her back. their lips moved in sync and passion, the same way they did when they were teenagers. they pulled away, uncomfortable with sam’s and sidney’s staring, and awkwardly look at the two women.

“the hell are you two looking at?!”, stu’s raspy voice spoke.

sidney quickly turned and looked to the ground, but sam kept staring.

“you just murdered my sister and you have the nerve to make out over her dead body?!”

y/n laughed silently.

“since you’re being such a brat, i guess it’s time we get this shit show over with.”, and with one quick motion she shot at sidney’s stomach, sending three bullets into her. she screamed as the pain pierced through her whole body, falling to the ground. y/n walked over to her and lowered herself so she could look into the woman’s eyes.

“after all these years, billy loomis’ sister comes back to finish what her brother started. wouldn’t that be a fun news title? oh sid, you and i and stu are gonna be everywhere.“

sidney’s eyes were teary as she spoke, “you’ll never get away with this.”

“yeah, yeah that’s what you say to everyone.”, she muttered before piercing her knife directly into sidney’s heart.

she gasped in pain and looked into y/n’s darkened eyes. she used to be such a sweet girl. her brother had ruined her.

“say hi to billy for me, yeah?”, she whispered with a smile.

“f-uck you..”

and she was gone.

it was done.

the last thing y/n and stu heard were sam’s screams and cries before stu knocked her out with his fist. i mean, they couldn’t have his daughter dying here.

they held hands as they walked towards a back door, proud of themselves for ending everything. every single person who was involved with this was dead. except sam of course.

y/n twirled her brother’s old knife between her fingers, thinking to herself. i hope you’re proud of me, billy.

7 days later

the news were still full of crime scenes and mysteries. sam had woken up in the hospital with amnesia. she couldn’t remember anything about the night. it wasn’t what stu and y/n were going for, but it was definitely convenient.

they’d never be able to catch them. they were still dead, right?

they laid together in bed in an old cabin in some unknown woods. they were close to a city. close enough to be able to buy groceries, but far enough so that nobody would bother them.

stu’s arms were wrapped around her waist, her head pressed to his chest. she listened to his heartbeat, grateful to have him in her arms again. he kissed the top of her head, brushing one of his hands through her hair.

he wondered how he managed to pull all of this off. he completed a huge murder spree, and his soulmate had returned to him. in his eyes, he was the luckiest motherfucker in the world.

and she felt fulfilled. the one person she loved the most in this world was her’s again. and she couldn’t ask for anything more than that. she would do anything for him.

they fell asleep in each other’s arms, their bodies warm against each other. their hearts were full and their minds were clear for the first time in thirty years.

this was their new beggining.

//notes//

i hope you guys like this different ending, it’s not that good but i think it’s okay 😚🪼

[insufferableprotagonistpoll]

Round 2

Propaganda why Light Yagami is insufferable:

Had a great chance to actually solve the problems of the world but he decided to go after petty criminals instead of actual bad guys shaking my head. He thought he was so smart but got caught being suspected to be Kira before he even had his next birthday. How do you fuck up that badly? It’s a book you write peoples names in…Nice move, FedEx

Also his personality is awful

HE DIDNT DESERVE TO PULL A GOTH GIRL

Idk if he counts because he's SUPPOSED to be insufferable. But I don't care because I want to punch him in the face anyway. Oh and before the Light stans come at me let me say: thanks but I don't want your 5 paragraphs explaining why he's so complex and was corrupted and rationalized murder as a defense mechanism to avoid confronting the possibility that he might have done something that would make him irredeemable and evil and how in the manga he lost weight due to the psychological strain because I know. I think he's fascinating too but good God. He's so annoying.

he's like if a cop was a bitchy teenager about it

Propaganda why Naofumi Iwatani is insufferable:

Man is a Reddit incel fantasy, he’s always right and everyone who disagrees with him is about to be defeated with facts and logic, the only good women are him are children (also groomed his main love interest) who agree with everything he says, everyone woman otherwise is out to #metoohim

Redditor fantasy, serial groomer

Shield Hero is an intensely misogynistic series about a Nice Guy™ who's screwed over by Women but is Badass enough to make it in life anyway. Despite the series's desperate attempts to convince the audience Naofumi is a Nice Guy, he owns slaves and legally renames his rival (woman who screwed him over) to Bitch Whore as a form of vengeance. More info here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mI1GhinyFzg

[feminismisstillahatemovement]

So this is random as all get out, but I just wanted to vent about how annoying I find it that feminism has convinced a lot of women and young girls especially, into believing that practically every marriage before the 2010s or so (and depending on who you ask, every marriage EVER) was abusive. The husband abused her, she always disliked him, he was always predatory and taking advantage, they were never in love, she never wanted children, she always gave up all her hopes and dreams, no woman has ever felt fulfilled by being a homemaker (and if she did love her husband, want those things, and feel fulfilled in that life it’s because she was brainwashed to be that way and didn’t know any better) , and that every woman would just regularly be beaten within an inch of her life and no one ever thought badly of it. I just read a comment that was definitely from a child, most likely a girl, that said something along the lines of “women used to die for not saying good morning to their husbands or something”. Who is feeding you this information? How and why are you as a middle schooler thinking that would be both commonplace, and culturally acceptable? The inability to see despicable criminals as outliers (which they are) is so utterly infuriating. A man who kills his wife didn’t do so because he’s a man, otherwise every wife there has ever been would have been murdered. Criminals have a number of reasons why they do what they do, but it has never been and will never be because of their sex. They are criminals who happen to fall into either category. The idea that half the planet is automatically evil just because there have been evil people in the past who happen to share that characteristic is ludicrous.

I think many teenage girls don't really understand the desire to have children - or even really sex - and so they personify it as an external, oppressive and invasive force. But those same girls, by the time they reach their late twenties, will have begun to hit their sexual prime and their body clock will be screaming at them to breed at all costs - an ex-girlfriend of mine even began lying to me about when she was fertile and when she wasn't, all in the hopes of getting "accidentally" knocked up.

But of course this is all in the unsettling and incomprehensible future to a 15-year-old, and so it's very easy to indoctrinate them into a feminist narrative of the evil men using women's bodies as breeding factories, even though the reality is most men today want nothing less than to be burdened with a child they're going to have to work to support and then pay years of child support for when the woman gets bored and leaves to "find herself".

[amethystroselily]

What is your opinion on soukoku?

As a ship? Yeah, I do ship it.

I don’t like it as a “they’re eachother’s one true love” sort of thing, but as a complicated “I hated you at first, but then I warmed up to you, then I hated you again because you screw me over constantly and we’re being pitted against eachother by our boss, then I started to deeply care about you because of the forced proximity and the fact that we were just two teenagers who were never allowed to really be kids and we can find common ground in that, then you left and I still love you even though I dislike you” sort of thing with some sexual tension thrown into the mix? That’s great. Not the most important relationship in each other’s lives, but there’s still an unbreakeable bond.

I’m of the opinion that Dazai is way more invested in their relationship than Chuuya is, and has been since the moment they met, but Chuuya started to really care about him at like 16-17. I think he still resents Dazai though. Dazai was kind of horrible to him. But I think he has forgiven him for it on some level, like he’s forgiven every other character who has ever wronged him. (Forced proximity does a lot for Chuuya I guess idk)

Sometimes I think I kind of just ship it as one-sided with Dazai being on-again-off-again obsessed with Chuuya, but every time he expresses it Chuuya’s just like “you crazy bitch”. But sometimes I enjoy it as mutual. Depends on the day really.

I don’t think it’s particularly healthy, but I don’t really care. I don’t think ANY of Dazai’s relationships are actually healthy, and the only healthy relationships Chuuya had were Adam and the flags. So it… checks out…

I think the fanon version of them used to be SO out of character like 3 years ago, but ever since Stormbringer came out the fandom got a lot less obnoxious about them. Because they actually have a canon past dynamic to go off of. It’s a lot less cutesy and “they only care about eachother🥺” than it used to be.

I think I enjoy their dynamic outside of shipping because it gives someone who knew Dazai well in the past, who he has wronged, who at the time was generally viewed as a more upstanding person than him, but is now still on the “bad guys” side while Dazai attempts to redeem himself. It’s a really interesting angle. Like, Dazai probably does still think Chuuya’s a decent guy, but the people who he surrounds himself with now in an attempt to be better would probably still view Chuuya as a terrible person. He’s a murderer, he’s incredibly loyal to the guy Fukuzawa and Yosano have intense personal beef with, he bragged about selling out their powerless clerks to an enemy, and he’s all around hostile towards them. And yet, Dazai has always felt that Chuuya was more human than him, more feeling, more loyal and caring. But in the end, Dazai’s putting in the work to “be a good person” and Chuuya’s still stuck right where he was at fifteen, right where Dazai helped trap him. How fun.

Also I just kind of enjoy their bickering, but I think fan content leans too heavily into the Chuuya getting embarrassed thing, because sometimes he is but he’s also either pissed or like passive-aggressively indifferent about Dazai being annoying. You need a real mix of the three. And on that note, I’d argue if anyone’s a tsundere in that relationship it’s Dazai. He’s the one who’s making these grand declarations towards Chuuya and as soon as Chuuya’s like “…what the hell man?” he’s like “never mind. I hate you and I want you dead.” And it’s like… a pattern. Chuuya just gets angry at Dazai for completely reasonable things.

Chuuya��s not the only person I ship Dazai with if you were curious, because Dazai has chemistry with like half the cast. I’m more invested in Chuuya’s platonic relationships in general, but there are a few other ships involving him that I don’t mind.

[purple-ant]

"Jaster is offended by how everyone is trying to save his life" Oh, please tell me about it. That sounds fun (and like a headache for Jaster)

Oh this is one of my angry fics

Let's be honest, this fandom has a whole trope "save one Mandalorian to save the galaxy" fics. And I love these stories! I'm actively reading them and looking forward to their continuation!

But also, uh, this plot was just irritating to me back in the day, so Jaster now has to deal with calls from the Jedi Temple, an even more protective and murderous son, a bunch of time-travelling new Mandalorian teenagers, and an attractive Minashee stranger (not necessarily in that order), each of whom considers it their duty to save him! Jaster would like to remind everyone that he is a grown man who can take care of himself!

At this stage I have sketches of various scenes, here is one of them:

Okay, maybe Jaster needed a little break. A couple of days of rest, devoid of meetings, new deals, and their implementation. He feels soft, rested, and his eyes don't hurt after hours of staring at holomaps.

He stretches in a warm bed and feels a hot, long body next to him.

Oh, and no morning person kids barging into his cabin.

Jaster rolls over and wraps his arms around his lover's slim waist, nudging his nose into his shoulder. If Sy is against such closeness, then he should tell Jaster this directly, otherwise the Mandalorian will not get rid of him. Sy doesn't seem to mind. Slender fingers bury in Jaster's short hair, gently massaging his head.

“Morning,” Sy says, with an even more pronounced Minashee accent. “Are you thinking about getting up?”

“Are you in a hurry to go somewhere?” Jaster is interested. Sy has proven to be a good partner, and the Mandalorian wants their parting to be a positive one for both of them, given that they will likely never meet again.

“No. Besides, I promised you breakfast.”

They lie there a little longer, full of sleepy warmth, before the commlink rings, a standard melody recognizable in all corners of the Galaxy. Sy rises first, throwing Jaster onto the pillow, and reaches across him, the ends of his long black hair tickling his cheek, bringing an elusive pine scent

“It’s yours,” Sy says after a few seconds of rummaging through things. Jaster groans.

“Who?” if it is one of his people, then his short vacation is officially over. This is either a new attack or a reward high enough to disturb him.

“Unknown number.”

“Hang up,” Jaster says wearily. He's willing to bet it's those 'ade again, and how do they find his contact number every time?

“Tired of scammers?” Sy asks knowingly, gently rubbing Jaster's face. If the Minashee kept this up and made a good breakfast, Jaster would be tempted to do something stupid, like write down his number to make sure he doesn't miss the call.

“Yeah, and these “scammers” are jetii’ade,” Jaster snorts, but instead of an incredulous look, he gets a little chuckle from Sy, as if he hears every day about little sorcerers annoying adult Mandalorians with calls.

*

Much later, after a good breakfast and a surprisingly uneventful goodbye, Jaster discovers a dropped call from Montross.