#I was attacked and stalked for a period of time by a boy who was not white. I was still mocked people still made excuses for him

[hopalongfairywren]

Saw a mutual spouting progressive 'not all men' shit and am now considering unfollowing. Sigh.

[wasawattpadkid]

Housewife

Part - 10

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: poly!ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating, mention of suicide,

Part 1

"Did Neil Prescott attack you with the ghostface costume on?"

"They've yet to close the case on the murders. Do you think Neil could've had a partner?"

"Was is hard watching your girlfriend die in front of you?"

The reporters spit inappropriate questions at Billy from the moment he stepped out of his car. He was more than happy that he got away with it but he found it a little annoying someone else was getting all the credit for his well executed plan. Billy threw his his backpack on barley missing the healing wound underneath his polo.

He passed by the reporters pushing some of them out of the way. Surprisingly no one bombarded him with questions when he entered first period. He heard whispers as he walked the halls. They didn't bother him at first. Billy lived through it, he got the front row seat most of them would kill to have. The boy kept his head down as he walked into his first period class. "It was Stu's house I know he had something to do with it." One of the boys said talking with his friends. Billy listened into the conversation. He was a nosey person by nature. "That doesn't mean he did it. I mean Sydney's dad was a wack job after his wife slept with half the town."

Billy nodded to himself. "I don't know something seems fishy with how close Stu and that new chick were." If you were close with anyone it was Billy. He was just careful about showing affection in public because shit like this happenes. People talk. "They were probably fucking and Tatum found out, everything went side ways." The group of three started laughing as the teacher shut the classroom door. Billy wasn't keen on hearing people talk about you or Stu but Stu had thick skin. Words never really bothered him much.

"You know we all would've died if Y/n didn't call the cops when she did." Billy snapped his tone a little too assertive. The class grew quiet everyone hearing what the boy had to say. Even the teacher was quiet not wanting to upset Billy more than he already was. "Class I know that these last few weeks have been traumatic for some more than others. However it would be beneficial to everyone if we continued on with our unit."

Billy went through the day with his keeping his eyes on the ground. He started to realize how hard it was to get through the day without Stu by his side going on and on about something he really didn't care about. The lunch bell rang and like clockwork all the kids flooded the hallway. For the most part Billy was completely ignored except for a few wide eyes stares in the hallway. For a second he forgot about what he had done. He saw the fountain being occupied by two girls. The freshman girls looked at Billy like he was a celebrity. "Oh my god Billy Loomis. I didn't think you'd come back so soon. Are you okay?" The blonde student rambled on stumbling over her words.

"Move." He was a man of few words. "I'm sorry about Syd- wait what?" She asked as her friend started picking her things up. "Are you deaf or something? Get out of my fucking spot." The girls hurried to grab their things. "This is where we sit everyday are you fucking blind?" He yelled causing people around to stare at the scene. "I-I'm s-sorry..." The kid stuttered scared of the boy in front of her. "Duh- duh- duh- get the fuck out of here." Billy spat nearly making the girl cry. Silently her friend grabbed her hand pulling her towards the building.

He could feel the eyes of those around him tearing into his slim frame. Billy sat on the concrete slab where he always did. No Sydney, no Tatum, no Randy, no Stu, and no you. His peers just watched the boy have a mental breakdown. It was lonely being alive. It wasn't the lack of people that was upsetting, it was the quiet. Running a hand through his messy hair he jumped up. "Fuck this."

You had never felt so good on a Monday. Your wound barley hurt with a little help from the pain killers. "Elvis really?" Stu questioned as you pulled the record out of it's sleeve. "You're not an American if you don't like Elvis." He pulled his lips into a straight line. "Consider me Canadian." Your rolled your eyes sitting the needle down. "Did you know he came in his pants during one performance?" Stu crinkled his nose at the unwante information. "That is fucking disgusting. Tell me more." You laughed laying on your bed next to him.

Billy blasted his radio choosing to listen to the burnt CD Stu made him a few weeks ago. Sad whiney alternative rock seeped through the speakers. It did nothing to help his mood but he wanted to sit and wallow in his self pity for just a little longer. It wasn't a very long drive to your house which saved him gas. If he had to guess you were probably laid up in pain waiting for someone to come and help you. And if you weren't going to answer his calls he'd do the chivalrous thing by showing up unannounced.

You held your sides as Stu danced around doing his best Elvis impression. "Stop it's so bad." You cried with laughter barley able to get the words out. You heard a faint noise downstairs grabbing your attention. "Wait, shh do you hear that?" Stu pipped down letting you concentrate. "Somebody's at the door." You rolled off the bed heading down the steps. "I'm going to pick the next record." Stu called from the bedroom. Making sure you looked presentable you opened the door. Billy looked up at you a smile playing at his lips for the first time in what felt like forever. "Hey." He said as you stared in shock. Your heart raced and you felt sick.

"Jeez don't get too excited." The visitor rubbed the back of his neck trying to ease his slowly building nerves. It was obvious to him you weren't as happy about seeing him as he was you. To him you were a breath of fresh air but that was because he was stealing yours. "Y/n please talk to me." He pleaded making you snap out of the trance you were in. "Go away." You thought it'd come out as a scream but it barley qualified as a whisper. Billy caught the door as it was closing. "You can't just tell me you're in love with me and then disappear." He walked into the house as if he owned it. You couldn't help but laugh dryly.

"That's what you got out of everything thing that happened Monday?" He raised an eyebrow unsure of what he was missing. "What else was I supposed to get? You literally pointed at gun at me saying you did all this for me because you loved me." You slammed your front door causing Stu to jump upstairs. "I was going to kill you." You said plainly done with the chit chat. "Excuse me?" You walked to the kitchen grabbing a drink from the fridge. "You heard me. When I saw that article and saw your smug face all I could see was red." Billy took a seat on your couch deciding to take his shoes off as if he was staying longer.

"I did love you, you're right but that was years ago. For a second there you had me fooled I'll give you that. My original plan was to get close to you and then kill you. Simple as that. Stu made that hard considering you were two attached at the hip." You refrained from making a joke you knew the boy upstairs would appreciate. "Why didn't you just kill him too?" With the look you gave him he knew that wasn't a good question. You took a swig of soda setting the glass bottle down on the counter. "It might be a shocker for a heartless bastard like you but I don't just run around killing people that inconvenience me."

Billy was actually kind of hurt by the comment. "I found out you two were planning to murder a group of kids so I sat and waited for you two to get yourselves put in prison or better yet you'd kill yourself." Billy swallowed what little spit he had left in his mouth. He was uncomfortable. "I'm not stupid, I knew you were going to kill him. He was simply collateral to you. That's what really pissed me off. You hadn't changed at all. I couldn't kill you now because he loved you and I couldn't bring myself to hurt him. Does he know?"

Stu sat upstairs knees to his chest as he tried not to cry. He was dumb he knew that but he was okay with it. He didn't think he was think oblivious though. All he was to Billy was a disposable accomplice. Something he could throw away once he was done using him.

"I wasn't going to kill him. We were going to run away together." You laughed shaking your head in disbelief. "Watch out Loomis, you're starting to sound as delusional as me." The whole scene really played out like two parents in the midst of a divorce. "Why'd you come here?" The defeated sound in your voice made Billy regret his decision in coming here. "I wanted to see you." He muttered. "Well you've seen me." You held out your hands making sure he could get a good luck before he left.

"I love you." Billy looked up at you making sure your eyes met when you heard the words. You hated the way he could easily manipulate you. Maybe it was because you wanted him to. You enjoyed how the lies made you feel so you chose to believe them. "If you think that's what I want to hear it's not. Love bombing is a big red flag you know?" Billy slammed his fist on the couch arm in frustration. "What the hell do you want to hear then?" You pinched the bridge of your nose. "I can't explain every little thing to you Billy. It's not my responsibility to teach you how to be a decent human being. I just need time. We both do. If you still feel the same way next week we can talk okay?"

Billy bit his lip till it started to bleed. "Okay." He was yet again defeated by you. You weren't keeping score but he certainly was. "If I call will you at least answer? Please." The idea wasn't bad but you knew it was only a matter of time till this sense of clarity wore off. You'd take him back in a heartbeat because you're the same easily impressed girl you've always been.

"I'll think about it." You'd kiss him right now if he as much implied the idea. One whimper from him and you've would've started making the bastard a sandwich. "Thank you." He said as he put he shoes back on. "How are you?" It was a question you thought he didn't care enough to ask. "I'm feeling better. Thank you for asking. How are you doing?" Billy's wound didn't even bother him at this point it was his mental state that was in decline. "I miss you and Stu." That wasn't an answer to your question but you proceeded with caution.

"I'll be back to school next week. Why don't you stay home this week too? School is not exactly the best idea for us right now." All things considered that is. You didn't understand how much Billy despised his "home." Since his mother left him his house became a prison. A padded cell would be cozier. "I would rather go to school all day than go home." You felt for him but that's as far as your sympathy went. Slowly he stood up waiting for anything to keep him here a bit longer.

"I'll see you Monday, Billy." You walked over to him ready to open up the front door. Swallowing his pride he wrapped his arms around you burying his face in your neck. The strangely intimate act was not in Billy's character. "I'm sorry." He whispered to himself more than you. You weren't even sure if he knew he said it. Your arms wrapped around his back and he let you just hold him for a second. If this was some sort of manipulation tactic he was better than you thought. Billy cleared his throat as he pulled away.

"I guess I'll see you Monday." You nodded not trusting your voice. "Call me if you need anything." Billy added as he walked outside heading towards his car. "Bye." Your voice cracked and you quickly shut the door locking it. Instead of sliding down the door like they do in the movies you laid face down on the couch. Screaming you lungs out into the throw pillow seemed to attract the attention of the boy upstairs. "You okay Betty Crocker?" Stu said almost jumping down the stairs. "You want to go cliff diving?" You asked as you carefully rolled off into the floor.

Stu joined you on the carpet. "Can we drive off the cliff Thelma and Louise style?" You smiled cuddling up into his side. "Absolutely." You wanted to ask if he heard your discussion but with how red his face was you assumed he already knew. "Is Y/n your real name?" There was a calming sincerity to his voice. "I wouldn't lie about that. Well actually that's a lie, yes I would." He laughed covering his eyes with his arm. "But no I'm not lying about that. I've got my birth certificate somewhere around here or I could just give you my social security number." You smiled up at him. "That works too."

Stu played records as you and him cleaned the kitchen. He felt betrayed by his best friend and he desperately needed the break. Stu would forgive Billy eventually, he always did. He knew you'd forgive him too if you hadn't already. That's just what Billy did. Ignorance is bliss, Stu learned that a long time ago. In the meantime, Stu was busy playing house with you.

(if your name has a line through it Tumblr wouldn't let me tag you)

Part 11

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[itsabouttimex2]

Hi can I get your thoughts on the rise turtles being affected by the primal moon moon au please 🙏 love to hear your thoughts will their act the same or would their personalities be way different 👀

would Raph be like his savage self

Would Donnie act more villainy

would Leo be gaslighting, girl bossing his darling

mikey is a interesting one especially since his has different personals (Dr delicate touch , dr feeling and dr rude ?)

or would he be the same but different in a way ? Would their all act the same but more eerie to them 👀👀👀 love to hear your thoughts ^^

Primal Moon Turtles

I thought for a while as to what instincts and behavior Raphael has to be amplified by be the Primal Moon, and I though- the big guy is pretty doting, isn’t he? He definitely adores all his siblings, trying his best to keep them all safe and healthy. He even has a baby voice he uses with them. (I love this guy so much.)

So, when viridescence plagues him and strips away all inhibitions, his nurturing traits are boosted by damn near triple. Raph goes from reasonably worried about his loved ones to being outright paranoid.

Forget “you can’t go on a mission alone”, he shifts to “Is that a knife, Y/N?! In your hand?! Put it down before you cut all your fingers off!” very quickly. (It was a butter knife.)

As an alligator snapping turtle, Raph also gains a serious fondness for soaking underwater and burying himself in mud, constantly submerging himself for longer and longer periods of time. Eventually, the family sends you out to coax him back onto land, offering cuts of meat and cuddles to get him to stop nearly drowning himself.

Sitting behind him as he eats, scrubbing newly grown algae off his shell with one of those bristle brushes as he squirms around happily.

Leonardo’s desire to establish himself as someone worthy of attention and admiration takes a notably nasty turn, leading him to grow outright aggressive. Often tries to pick fights, especially with people who interact with Y/N.

Instead of merely showing off, now he stalks through the corridors of the sewers picking fights with anything that passes by. (Boy is out here throwing hands with driftwood.)

It usually falls to Raph to drag the red-eared slider back home, resorting to physical restraints and taped on headphones with soothing music to try and keep him from lashing out violently.

And then he wakes up covered in bruises and cuts from his fights, praying that he didn’t try to attack his family this time, too.

Horrible situation, all around.

Out of every mutant and yōkai in ROTTMNT, Donatello is one who hates the Primal Moon the most. For him, every cycle heaps him with a massive dose of genuine insecurity and self-hatred, feeling pathetic and stupid.

His faculties sort of… regress? But his personality stays the same, bearing a genuine desire to make and create. Instead of machinery or tech, though… he’s sitting cross-legged on the ground, grinding rocks into spearheads and binding them to long sticks.

Softshell turtles are hunters, after all.

Donnie’s diet switches almost entirely to fish he’s personally caught, and he starts to bed on sand and sunbathe for warmth. Also, lots of swimming.

Y/N and Mikey are the only two people who can reliably get close to him during one of his ‘hunting moods’, anyone else receiving a sharp snap of his jaws.

Of course, being able to draw near that doesn’t that he’s going to let you pull away.

Poor boy gets emotional, and big time. Given that Ornate Box Turtles are pretty docile and placid, Michelangelo has the least trouble during the Primal Moon’s rising. It also means that he’s the most lucid, capable of remembering each and every moment of trouble and fighting, verbal or physical.

Mikey often bunks down with Y/N through the week, relying entirely on them for support and comfort. He can’t do much but shudder in their arms, pretending that he can’t hear his brothers fighting or hunting.

This boy needs you so damn bad that it hurts. He’ll cling tight, arms and legs wrapped tightly around you to prevent your removal from his side. It’s not that he’s trying to be possessive- Mikey just wants you to stay out of the trouble and danger that his brothers are getting into.

His dietary preferences switch to be much more in line with his turtle half, eating grass and berries and squirmy pests. Donnie also supplies the younger turtle with cuts of freshly hunted fish. Doesn’t have much of a love for water, and actually prefers to move around on dry land.

The easiest to deal with, bar none.

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober: Day 3 Poly Ghostface Part 1 (Billy and Stu) (Apple Cider)

Day 4! If it isn't obvious by now I wrote like most of these in September so I could post them way easier when October is here so shout out to past me for planning ahead.

Part 2 to this fic here

Notes: Minors DNI, Suggestive themes, Gender neutral reader, no specific pronouns. This is a poly relationship fic so if you aren't into it then this is not the fic for you.

"Stu that's insane" You said as he leaned against the locker next to yours, He laughed.

"Oh come on babe, Billy doesn't have to know anything"

"And you'd really think we'd be able to get away with it?" You asked incredulously, To try and do something behind Billy's back was a risk.

"Yeah babe totally. Me and you, in and out, and good ole Billy would be none the wiser" You closed your locker and leaned against it looking at him.

"Fine, If you really think we'll get away with this, But I swear Stu if Billy finds out-" Stu grabbed your shoulders.

"He won't babe, Stu's got you"

Before third period Stu had approached you with an idea, Billy had some things to take care of and wouldn't be able to do the boys usual Ghostface schtick that him and Stu usually manned. So Stu had come to you, their precious significant other, to help stalk out the next victim.

Billy had always been very much so against you EVER joining them on their excursions ever since they had come clean that they were the Ghostface. Stu had always agreed to keep Billy quiet but he had teased and propositioned you in what you thought was a joking way before until this time around.

The two of you knew that if Billy found out Stu had even so much as thought to invite you to join him while Billy was off doing other things that there would be hell to pay. But it was just a stake out to choose the next victim they wanted to go after, Stu figured it wouldn't be that bad.

"I'll do it then, If you promise Billy won't find out then fine let's do it" You told him, A wicked grin spread across his face.

"Oh babe! I knew you'd say yes!" Stu brought you into a hug and kissed the side of your head "I'll pick you up later tonight and you can even pick who it is!". If Stu Macher was anything, it was enthusiastic.

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Later that night Stu arrived at your house as promised. You left your house through your window as usual and got in the passenger seat of Stu's parents car.

"It's time baby! You're gonna love it I promise" Stu said as you opened the door to get in.

"Sure Stu, I'm more so just interested to see what my boys do when I'm not around" Which was the truth, You'd always wanted to see just how the Ghostface attacks went down and how they singled out who they went after.

"One day maybe it'll be me, you and Billy, Like one big happy family, You pick the victims, me and Billy go after them. It'll be great!" Stu said as he pulled away from your house and heading towards the destination to stake out.

"You know that would take a lot of convincing on Billy's part though"

"That's why we start here, and one day we tell Billy about this and show him how good you did! Then he won't be able to deny how much of a natural you are"

"Stu it's just a stakeout I thought? Like all we're doing is picking one of these sorry pieces of shit to go after" Stu nodded.

"It is, but this is a gateway into your life of the Ghostface, and here we are!"

You looked at the window and noticed you and Stu were pulled off into a shadowy part of the backroad down the road from a house you recognized from a few parties you had went to with the boys.

It was about ten at night at this point and you knew the black car would be almost impossible to see behind the trees you were covered by so you and Stu would be impossible to see.

"Now I do have to warn you this is the boring part, We need to make sure we know when their gonna be home and when they aren't so we know when to strike" Stu told you.

You and Stu then sat in silence for about an hour just watching the house and the people who lives there coming home for the night. You were startled out of the silence by your cellphone ringing.

"It's Billy" You told Stu starting to get nervous, Stu sighed

"Just tell him your sick at home doing homework or something" Stu told you, you shakily answered.

"Hello?" You answered the phone softly.

"Hey baby" Billy's voice poured down the phone like honey.

"What's up?" You asked him "Did you get your shit done?"

"Yeah baby I did, What are you up too?" You froze then remembered what Stu told you to say.

"Oh I'm just laying down and all, I didn't feel so hot after school"

"Really?" Billy asked

"Yeah my stomach started feeling upset" You heard Billy sigh then pause for a second through the phone.

"Well see baby that actually funny, you know why?" Shit.

"Why Billy?" You asked, still hoping to play innocent.

"Well it's funny cause I'm standing in your room right now and you aren't fucking here" You turned your head and frantically tapped Stu on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Billy" You said at a loss for what else to say.

"Don't give me that shit, where the fuck are you?" Billy was angry, You could almost feel the anger through the phone.

Stu now obviously listening in to the call started the car and then grabbed the phone from you.

"Hey Billy man why don't you meet us at my house, We'll see you then, bye!" and then he hung up.

"STU! why would you hang up !?" You knew that would've pushed Billy passed the point of being furious.

"Relax babe just let Stu handle this"

A few minutes late the two of you had pulled into Stu's driveway, his parents way on another trip to some other country. Stu brought you to his room to sit on his bed and wait for Billy to arrive.

A little while later after many hushed words trying to calm you down from Stu, The two of you heard the front door slam open then shut once again, and angry hurried footsteps run up the stairs.

As soon as Stu's bedroom door opened Billy started yelling.

'What in the fuck do you two think your doing?"

"Billy It's not-" Billy didn't stop.

"No, you're gonna wait a second, I fucking told the two of you I didn't want you to be involved in mine and Stu's shit"

"Billy it wasn't all that, It was just a stakeout" Stu piped up. Billy's head snapped to look at Stu.

"Billy c'mon, don't be mad, like Stu said it wasn't all that. I was never in any danger or anything. We kept it from you cause we knew you were gonna be mad" You explained trying to diffuse any confrontation between your two boys before it started.

'That's not the point and you know it, the three of us agreed that you would never be involved at all. The two of you went behind my fucking back and violated something I only put in place to fucking protect you" Billy's anger wasn't dissipating but at least he wasn't yelling anymore.

Billy exhaled and sat next to you on the bed, you wrapped your arm around his shoulders in an attempt to start calming him down.

"Billy we're sorry, we knew you were gonna be mad and still did it, but do you really think Stu would've let me go along if I was actually going to be in any real danger"

Stu appeared on the opposite side of you as you spoke.

"Yeah man, you know I love Y/n as much as you do, If I thought things were gonna get hairy I wouldn't of even thought about the two of us going, especially not without you"

Billy sighed once again but you felt some of the tension leaving his body. You rubbed his shoulder willing him to speak what was on his mind.

"It's not just about dangerous shit like that though, It's also about if for some fucking reason we ever get caught. I want you to have no ties to it at all. You aren't apart of it and you don't know anything"

You nodded in understanding, that anger wasn't cause Billy was actually mad he was just scared. Billy continued.

"When I got to your house and went through your window expecting you to be there only to see that you weren't, I got I don't know, I got really fucking scared. Even though my brain knew you were probably with Stu knowing what we do and what danger you could really be in scared the shit out of me."

Stu scooted closer and wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you brought Billy closer to lean against you as you leaned back into Stu.

"We're sorry we scared you Honey, we honestly just thought it would be a help for me to fill in since you had shit to do tonight and couldn't. Sure we thought you were gonna be mad if you found out but we didn't mean to scare you"

"Yeah man, the last thing we wanted to do was that. I wasn't thinking shit through and thought it would be fun if maybe one day it was the three of us together instead of just me and you"

"I guess it would be nice but I still stand by what I said, for now at least please, I don't want you apart of it" Bill said looking at you, you smiled and nodded before leaning over and placing your lips on his frown.

You felt Stu's hands run up your sides, and tug at your shirt, You playfully rolled your eyes before letting him take your shirt off. Billy let out a laugh before connecting your lips once more.

Stu's lips attached themselves to your neck and Billy's hands made their way down to your pants to unbutton them and move them down your legs. Billy tossed your pants to the floor as you got up onto your knees on the bed in front of him.

Stu wrapped his arms around your middle and placed his chin on your shoulder with a smirk.

"Maybe if I dressed like this you'd let me come with you guys?" You teased.

"Certainly babe" Stu said, Billy shook his head.

"You two spend too much time around each other" he said, placing his hands underneath Stu's on your hips.

"Maybe you should spend some time with us and show us what we're missing" You smirked at him.

"Maybe I will"

[yandereaffections]

Peter Parker Masterlist (MCU)

this boy is gonna have a whole post just for himself cause damn

The Spider Boy

Headcannons

Pinning

14 and 46 with Peter Parker

“Dont you love me?”  

“I’ll ruin you if I ever see you talking to my love again”

“I sent you more gifts! do you like them?”

Not Crushes Soul Mate

Comforting recently broken up Crush

Pretending to be a couple

Copycat trying to court Crush

Valentines Day

Yandere Copycat

Bullied S/o

Oblivious crush

S/o that loves Physical Affection

Panic attack comfort

S/o who doesnt believe in marriage

jealous cause the kissing scenes in your preforming play

Happy Birthday

Trying to get S/os parents approval

S/o with invisibility power

S/o with a bad home life

Aunt May finding out Peter kidnapped S/o

Kidnapping headcannons

Peter coming into S/os dimension via Movie

S/o who ran away/Disappeared

S/os a mermaid

starting college before him

Teenage pregnancy

Scary movie marathon

Pumpkin Carving contest

Married in LA

Zombie Apocalypse

S/o being frightened from watching horror movies alone

Post Infinity War, Ghost! Peter

First meeting, stalking, and taking pictures of Crush

S/o w/ superiority Complex

S/os the daughter of Tony Stark

Queen S/o

The type of Photos Peter will have of S/o

photoshoping himself into pictures with S/o

Manipulative S/o

“Dont say youre lonely, you have me!”

Halloween HC

“i love you, and ill do anything to prove it”

Body image issues

Yandere Crush

Dealing with another Yandere whose after you

crushs a weeb

Youtuber S/o

S/os protective best friend

Joining the side of his Villain S/o

Jealous cause S/o likes WWE

S/o whose close with their family

Touch starved S/o

“dont run away from me”+ “i need you”

Movie Star S/o

S/o who loves to be doted on

Movie Star S/o prt2

Jealous caused youre shipped with others

Being separated in classes  

Jealous cause S/os spending more time with Ned

Jealous because of S/os protective, clingy Little sister

S/os parents finding out about his yandere traits

Youtuber! Peter obsessing over S/o

S/os friends trying to separate you

Someone else asks S/o to be their Valentine first

S/os father, Tony, not liking peter

Workaholic S/o

Popular S/o

Vampire S/o who feels bad for feeding

Touch starved Peter

Straight Forward S/o

S/o with a terrifying Father

Relaxing w/ you after Spiderman duties

S/o who finally escapes

Athletic S/o

Thinking your cheating

S/o who constantly loses her glasses

Druggie S/o

Childish Drunk S/o

S/o being taken advantage of

Jealous of your friendly Teacher

S/o hiding her chest

S/o Hiding behind him

Comforting Workaholic S/o

Constantly tired S/o

S/o who stalks, takes pictures, and steals peters underware

Trying to break up with Peter

Proposing to Peter

Suddenly jumping on peter for a piggy back ride

Taking a depression nap

Someon flirting with Naive S/o

Selfless Kidnapped S/o

S/os Parents disapprove of the relationship

Short S/o struggling to keep eyecontact

Fighting anyone who bullies peter

Online Crush coming to visit

pyromaniac S/o

Recharging after Finals

Villain S/o dating Peter to kill him

Stoping Server Workaholic S/o

Stopping S/o from fighting

Another yandere kidnapping S/o

S/os Suicide TW

S/o with acrylic nails

Pregnant S/o running away

Getting better score than Peter after he Tutored you

Surprised by how muscular Peter is

S/os a unknown Hero

Peter paranoid at S/os birthday party planning

Stalker S/o forgetting to turn of their cameras Flash

S/o that does archery

Voice actress + Cosplayer S/o

S/o coming to America for College

S/o on her period

S/o asking for tech help at ungodly hours

Emotionally immature affectionate S/o

Sterile S/o

Someone trying to get your pantie shot

Intimidating but sweet S/o

S/o whos chill with Peters yandere traits

Player S/o

S/o with negative affiliations

Learning Sign Language to Adopt a deaf child

Bad, corny pickup lines

College S/o bringing back gifts from their Home Land

embroidery w/ S/o

Avengers finding kidnapped S/o

Gamer Rage S/o

What kind of parent Peter is

S/o accidentally revealing their powers

S/o being harassed because of “Thin Privilege”

S/o Shuting down when kidnapped

Autistic S/o

Tourist Crush

Comforting S/o whose parents are divorcing

S/o who loves to do calligraphy

S/o who Friendzones everything

S/o hacking into Stark Industries

Gluten allergy S/o

Pissed S/o punching a whole in the wall

Starving Succubus S/o

The Purge + Hunted down

S/o whos not allowed to celebrate Halloween

S/o who is immune to Incubus Peter

Kuudere S/o + Haunted House

Overworked S/o due to parents

Stockholm S/o with a Crippling phobia of the outside world

Monster fucker S/o being disappointed she wasnt kidnapped by a Orc

Saying a Werewolf pun to Werewolf Peter

Kidnapped S/o asking for videogames

Stockholm S/o with a Crippling phobia of the outside world PRT2

Werewolf S/o

S/o that can bring dolls to life

Bad Necromancer S/o

Telepathic S/o

Demon S/o

Escaped Naga S/o

Monster S/o Attacking peter

S/o who speaks in older languages the angrier they get

S/o having a breakdown

S/o who is secretly a DJ

Going to halloween party with Dullahan S/o

Exhausted yard worker S/o

S/o not caring for their birthday anymore

Finding out S/os a harpy

Finding S/os sleeping on the streets

People Pleaser S/os friend commits suicide TW

Tsundere S/o

S/o being upset for what peter did in their dream

S/o sneaking out to go Black Friday shopping

S/o staying home for their birthday

Knowing Spidermans peter when he saves S/o

Android S/o finally showing a huge step in affectiom

S/o just moving to NY

S/o escaping to go to McDonalds

Independent Crush in a Zombie Apocalypse

Immortal S/o pranking people in brutal ways

“What if we ran away together, JK kidding… Unless?”

Crush trying to get peter and their friend together

Stalking S/o to their safety

S/o has hyphema

Darlings brothers are terrifying

S/o sneaking out to star gaze

Murdering someone S/o knows

Yandere S/o not liking Aunt May

Witch S/o giving peter a magic Romba

Artist Male S/o gifting peter a portrait of Uncle Ben

Kuundere S/os parents not supporting them

Cat girl/boy S/o

‘Dead’ s/o being found

Dotting on stressed peter

Succubus eating off of affection rather than lust

Bullied s/o fighting back

S/o who acts like a cat when they want his attention

S/os name is hard to pronounce

Yandere letters

1st generation immigrant S/o who isnt good at English

Bratty S/o

Drider

S/o has a friend thats basically their kid

S/o who forgets to eat

S/o who forgets to sleep

Joining S/o in gym

Darling with Fainting spells

S/o who forgets to take their meds

Depressed darling comfort

S/o addicted to monster energy drinks

Izuku Midoriya vs Peter Parker

S/os obsessed w/ space

Keeping naive S/o out of trouble

Male s/o that flirts alot

Motherly S/o

Hunted down by Werewolf peter

Aro S/o who loves physical affection

Pleasing 

Pleasing prt2 

NS FW alphabet A-Z

Sub Peter w/ Male S/o 

Creampied w/ Male S/o 

NS FW headcannons

Using your underwear 

Jerking off in S/os bed when theyre away 

Watching S/o masturbate through closet door 

Omega peter convincing that hes a worthy mate. slightly NS FW

Breeding + Submissive 

Breeding kink 

Worked up in the middle of school 

NON-CON Breeding kink 

Sexually frustrated S/o 

Sitting on Peters face 

Indulging Male S/os dirty fantasy’s of Spiderman 

Soulmate + Somnophilia 

Sensory deprivation w/ Sub Peter 

Somnophilia HC 

Naga Peter NS FW HC

Somnophilia w/ male s/o 

sending him sexy pics 

[popodoki]

I saw (and heard) a really cool motorcycle on my way home today, and well you know how it goes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Different first meeting Catwin AU that nobody asked for, featuring school teacher Edwin and wannabe bad boy Cat King. (SFW)

The thrumming hum of the motorcycle’s engine is driving Edwin absolutely crazy. Not to mention, it’s distracting his students.  The boys who sit near the windows are attempting to subtly glance over their shoulders, get a peek at who drove a motorcycle into their school’s parking lot, the ones sitting too far to get a glimpse are glancing at each other instead, whispering.   

It wouldn’t have been such an annoyance if the damn thing would just leave, but whoever stalled it has been sitting, engine running, for five straight minutes. During study hall, five whole minutes feel like an eternity.   

Edwin knows if he doesn’t get his class under control, they’ll be jittery, distracted for the rest of the period. He has to put a stop to this.  He stalks to the window, pretends not to notice the hurried scrambling of students pretending to be fascinated by their coursework, peers down at the parking lot. The man in the distance, leaning on his motorcycle, is studying a road map. Not a care in the world for anyone else’s peace and quiet.   

"Return to your studies," he tuts at the boy, leaning near comically out of his chair to sneak another peek. Not like Edwin blames the children, a motorcycle was not something you saw every day in this town.  Scooters, maybe.  The occasional Vespa.  Not real motorcycles.   

"Stay seated, class."  Edwin orders as he leaves the classroom, fully aware that they won’t.   

He thinks of all the things he’s going to say to this rude man, all the curt phrases and serious demands he can make of a complete stranger.  He’s no shrinking violet, he’s not intimidated by confrontation (some would venture to call him very confrontational), but the inherent danger in approaching a stranger with a complaint, does make his heart beat just a little faster.   

It’s a beautiful mellow spring day, perfect day for a ride on a motorcycle, Edwin has to admit to himself.  The temperature is perfect, trees beautiful to look at, air smelling crisp, cool, clean. It does absolutely nothing for his current mood. By the time he closes in on his target, he’s got a good snippy energy built up, and this inconsiderate ass will feel the brunt of it. 

The man, still seated, inspecting the road map like it will lead to buried treasure, doesn’t hear Edwin approaching from behind him.   

"Pardon me," he begins, wincing in annoyance at the deafening putter of the bike’s engine. "Excuse m--” Edwin falls silent with a sigh. It’s clear that a polite introduction will not suffice. Desperate times, and all that follows. 

He reaches out, taps the man rather hard on the back, feeling the hard muscle of the man’s shoulder, even through the thick black leather motorcycle jacket.   

The stranger jumps a mile, letting out a short, sharp exclamation of surprise, although it’s barely audible over the engine.  He gives Edwin a glare that could freeze over a hot spring, grips his chest with one hand while he turns off the engine with the other.   

The horrific noise abates, only to be replaced by the man’s low voice. 

"Good grief, sweetheart, you nearly gave me a heart attack, appearing out of nowhere like that. Anyone ever tell you that you can’t just sneak up on a man like that, what are you, some kind of ghost?"   

Edwin quietly mouths ‘sweetheart .. ghost?’ to himself, then shakes his head with a little frown, rids himself of the distraction from both the other’s man’s lilting voice, and the reason he came out here in the first place. 

"Well, that brings me to why I came out here.  Your motorcycle was disturbing my students. I would ask that you keep it turned off, until you’re ready to leave." 

The stranger tilts his head. "Your what?" 

"My students. This is a school you’ve parked in front of." Edwin gestures behind him, speaks slowly, as if to an infant.   

"School?  I thought this was the Allcott estate…" The man looks back at his map.   

"No, that would be about 5 miles away.  You haven’t gotten there yet, though if you continue on the main road, you should get there in just a few minutes."  Edwin rolls his eyes. This is all taking far longer than he thought it would. 

"What sort of accent is that, ghostie?  You’re not from here."  The man folds his map, seemingly content to believe Edwin’s directions.   

"I could say the same thing about you." Edwin snips, ignoring the ridiculous nickname. Immediately reprimands himself internally, feeling like he’s just taken bait.  

"From America myself. Taking a little road-trip," The other man beams, pats the motorcycle’s seat.  "Crossing the pond for the first time.  Seeing the sites, meeting the people, sort of an adventure, you know."  He looks absurdly proud of himself, Edwin can’t help but notice the meager possessions the man has rolled up and secured to the back of the bike. 

"Hm, fascinating. Yes, well. I must get back to my students—" 

"Where’d you say you were from?" 

Edwin sighs, choosing pointedly to not halt in his turning, ending halfway with a sideways gaze at the stranger. “I didn’t. London. I am from London, if you absolutely must know. I teach in this school,” he gestures again, “and I truly must get back to my students, if you don’t mind.  I only came out to ask that you turn your engine off.” 

"What do you teach?" 

My god, the man could absolutely not read social cues.  “English literature.  Now, Mr…” 

"Thomas.  But my friends call me The Cat King."  He holds out a gloved hand and Edwin shakes it, with no small amount of reluctance.   

"I’m sure they don’t call you that," he tuts.  "My name is Edwin, and I must be going.  Goodbye."  He turns on his heel, stalks back towards the school. 

"So long, ghostie."  He hears Thomas call after him.  He nearly whirls around, ready to ask just what was meant by that nickname, but the other man is already kickstarting the engine back up.   

He roars out of the parking lot with a wholly unnecessary flourish, speeding down the road at an alarming speed until he’s gone from sight, leaving only a small rubber burn on the pavement. 

"Fool is going to kill himself, driving like that on these roads."  Edwin grumbles.  He glances up, sees all 14 of his students bolt from view from where they had previously stood, peering out the window to eavesdrop on the exchange. 

[chaoscriess]

HELLO I have been stalking you page for a while and then I see this and I'm so happy because I wanted to request, what would it be like dating newt but then a greenie comes and like starts flirting with you and newt is about to step up to help you but then you just like punch the guy and he like passes out, but remember you don't have to do this if you want or you don't have to get it done right away but I even just want to say thank you for reading this have a good [day- afternoon- night] <3

newt x FEM!reader

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! none

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! swearing because I refuse to say shuck, catcalling, greenie doesn't get the hint, kinda short??

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended

you had arrived in the glade shortly after alby did, so you had always been used to greenies showing interest in you. as boy after boy arrived, it had almost become a game. a greenie would arrive and see you as soon as the box was opened, and they would be told off by all the others, whom had already discovered that you werent interested in any of the boys of the glade. after each boy was told that there wasn't a chance in hell that you would be with them, and after you had told them no about 50 times, they had all given up.

but that all changed the next time the box came up. the greenie that inhabited the box was newt, the only greenie that you would ever be interested in. as soon as he came up in the box, you knew he was different. his blonde hair was the first thing you noticed, but his accent followed closely after. you loved his accent, it was the most bizarre thing you had ever experienced, due to not having any memory of the outside world. well, besides your whole situation. you still played hard to get despite your growing feelings towards him. every time you had work, you asked newt to accompany you. you blamed it on the fact that he was a good worker, but really, you just wanted to be around him as much as you could.

when newt finally asked you to be his girlfriend, you were doing your work in the garden. he had already finished his work for the day so he was standing near you, giving you playful words of encouragement every time you yelled that you were tired. you two were talking about the gladers, and newt had asked if you would ever date one of them. you looked up at him and wiped the sweat off of your forehead with a dirty hand, before sighing and looking back at the ground. "well, no, but there's one guy.. I don't think he'd ever be with me though, so.." you paused and decided not to continue. he looked at you with a fake smile on his face, and raised an eyebrow. "oh yeah? well who is it?" when you stayed silent he bugged you some more, pleading with you to tell him. "oh come on, you know I won't tell anyone!" you sighed and stood up before walking away.

newt walked quickly after you and grabbed your hand, turning you back to him, before apologizing to you. "look, I never meant to upset you..". you took a deep breath while newt paused. he began speaking again, "I just, I really like you and I want you to be my girlfriend.."

your eyes went wide and lit up before you plastered kisses across his face and screamed, hugging him as tightly as you could. everyone in the glade heard you scream and raced over to you, expecting to see you being attacked by something, but when they saw you with your lips on newts and your arms around his shoulders, most of them walked away with a frown on their face. the boys still held hope that one day you just might open up to one of them and give in to their advances, but not one of them thought it would be newt. alby patted newt on the back and congratulated the two of you, and gally stood back with a smirk on his face as he chuckled. "I see the beast was finally tamed". you giggled and turned to him, rolling your eyes playfully before walking back to the garden to return to your chores.

many months and many greenies later, it was a hot day and you and newt were trying to escape the sun by laying under a tree in the forest. you had been expecting the box to come up any minute, so since you two had nothing to do, you had been tasked with waiting and watching for it. when it finally came up and the boy came to his senses a few hours later, he came up to you and asked for your name. you told him it was y/n, and thankfully, alby came up and dragged you away before he could bother you anymore.

after that, the boy would never leave you alone. even though he knew you were with newt, it didn't stop him from shouting at you as you were working. "hey, pretty thing! where's your guard dog? you get bored of him yet? ill show you a good time!" you groaned and rolled your eyes, flipping him off as you walked past him. you walk up to newt, who wasn't too far away. he was out of eyeshot but not earshot, so he had heard what the greenie said and was about to go stand up to him when you stopped him. it wasn't worth it.

however, the greenie seemed to have a different idea. "come on baby, you know newt could never make you feel as good as I could!". that was your last straw, the boy had been harassing you ever since he arrived and you thought he would stop once he met newt, but you decided you needed to take matters into your own hands. walking up to him, you cracked your knuckles and drew your fist back, before connecting it with his nose. you heard a loud crack and a few boys ran up to you to see what happened, but they understood when they saw a sick grin on your face and the knocked out greenie on the ground with a bloody, broken nose.

newt laughed and grabbed you by the waist, dragging you off to who knows where. he had never been more in love than he had just then, and even if he had, he hadn't remembered it.. so..

[tsunami-of-tears]

Foxtrot

Nesta x Cassian x Eris

A/N: I see your Azris Crackship, and I raise you - Nerissian

Wordcount: <700

Warnings: Angst, violence 

So much had changed since the last Solstice. Prythian was finally experiencing a period of somewhat peacefulness. Eris, who had proven to be a loyal ally to the Night Court, was once again in attendance at the annual Solstice Ball in the Hewn City. 

Eris stalks up to the dais to greet the High Lord and Lady. Bowing his head, he says with his typical smirk, “Happy Solstice.” 

Eris presents a gift to Feyre. She takes the box from his hands and removes the top, revealing a palm-sized orb with a button on the side. 

“This is for Nyx. It’s a nightlight, press that button to turn it on.”

Feyre presses the button and the orb lights up, projecting a replica of the night sky onto the ceiling. From his mother’s lap, Nyx’s little eyes widen.

Eris crouches down to be at Nyx’s level and speaks to the boy in a hushed tone, “With those great wings, you’ll be able to see all of those stars one day.” Nyx babbles back to the male, revealing a tiny bottom tooth. 

“Thank you very much, Eris. This is so thoughtful,” Feyre responds, smiling wide at the Autumn Heir. 

“It’s my pleasure, I had something similar when I was a young boy.” Eris rises from his crouched position and his eyes meet Nesta’s.

From her spot at the side of the dais, Nesta watched the interaction thoughtfully. She had warmed to the male over the past year, but her mate had not. 

Eris flashes Nesta a charming smile and extends his hand. “I haven’t stopped thinking about our last dance. Would you do me the honour of joining me for another?”

Nesta steps forward, looking regal in her black gown and halo of silver laurel wreaths. She takes Eris’s hand in hers, “You know it’s hard to find a good dance partner these days.” 

Eris winks at Nesta as he brings her hand to his lips. 

Cassian tenses as he observes the exchange, but says nothing. He knows how much Nesta loves to dance and wants her to enjoy the ball. 

With arms linked, Eris leads Nesta to the centre of the dancefloor, just in time for the next number.  

The song is slow enough that partners can chat with each other as they move around the room. After a few graceful spins, Eris pulls Nesta flush against his body, still swaying in time with the music. 

Eris leans forward to speak softly into Nesta’s ear. “I never got a chance to congratulate you on your mating. It’s a shame, Autumn would have suited you. You certainly have your own flames.”

Eris pulls back, his eyes simmering with heat as they meet Nesta’s. Her eyes widen as the sharp snap rings in both of their ears and they feel the tug in their chest. 

Nesta gasps as she drops Eris’s hand and reaches for her heart, towards that shimmering bond.  

Eris moves his free hand to gently caress her jaw, “Ah little fox, you may be a fire queen after all.”

Cassian, who has been watching the pair intently, storms over at that moment. “Get your hands off my mate,” He yells. 

Fists fly, and Eris ends up on the floor - not expecting the attack. 

Nesta screams as Cassian kneels to hit Eris again. “No, please don’t hurt him.” Nesta claws at his arm to stop him, but he’s frozen mid-punch.

Cassian’s jaw goes slack and his arms fall to his side as he meets Eris’s amber eyes. The unmistakable snap echoeing in their ears. 

“Cauldron, no,” Cassian whispers.

Hushed voices and shuffling feet can be heard as Rhys clears the ballroom. Azriel grabs Cassian under his arms, hauling him to his feet. Nesta rushes to Eris, kneeling beside him and dabbing his split lip with a handkerchief.

“Mother’s tits,” Rhys mutters, prowling over to see what the commotion was “You guys are such children, what is— oh.”

Rhys lets out a dark chuckle as he realises what has just transpired.

He looks between Eris and Nesta on the ground, and then over at Cassian who looks like he’s about to be sick. “The cauldron is cruel.”

[neopuppy]

i follow both your nct and enha blogs, so i saw your reply to an ask on your enha blog which also mentioned renjun and it felt wrong messaging you abt him there so i will just message you abt him here haha. hope you don’t mind!!!

have you seen renjun’s message on bbl where he exposed a sasaeng’s twt account? that was bravery right there. i hope that’ll serve as an example to idols and warning to crazy fans

I was going THROUGH it last night bc of this jcjejcjdjd I genuinely dont know if I’d be as concerned if it was anyone other than Renjun only given the circumstances(SM ent. and their long history of torturing idols- plus what was also happening with cbx/exo yesterday)

going to say this as someone who is on my 3rd SM group that I’m watching fall apart in real time once again, this is likely Dreams last run(the irony) as a properly promoted group. the only reason they even still get so much is because they are huge in Asia and have always been(PROBABLY BC SM HAS NEVER ONCE TRIED TO BREAK THEM INTO THE WESTERN MARKET THE WAY THEY DID WITH 127 BUT THATS BC 127 WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FOR US FANS- we know how that went). its so hard to watch your favs literally cry for help and you cant do anything when its their own company working against them.

sasaengs are kept alive by INTERNAL staff that have access to information such as private schedule locations, hotels, flights, etc. why else would the SAME people always conveniently ‘show up’ to unannounced events that were never for ‘fans’ to begin with?

Renjun is one of the handful of actual talented idols we have in the age of 2024 where all kpop idols need to do is buy an entirely new face to debut and be deemed “it boy/girl”, makes me sick to my stomach that he cant do his job peacefully bc of people who relentlessly stalk him, purposely sit by him on planes, call his phone day and night.

I’m fr just a normal person, not famous just living my life and my anxiety is BAD. way worse when I was younger and would have physical panic attacks to the point of throwing up. I got help(therapy, meds, etc) fortunately and learned how to calm my anxiety but I always think abt how idols have to deal with this especially when I’m at the airport. like INTL travel is so fucking stressful and taxing on the body, I cannot imagine camera shooting at me the second I step off a 16 hr flight where weird ass ssngs followed me to the bathroom and took pictures of me SLEEPING the entire time! only to run after me in mobs after going through customs.

like idfk why anyone would defend this animalistic behavior. if an idol feels desperate enough to share their mental health issues with us as fans- coming from a place and industry where this is very stigmatized- WE NEED TO LISTEN, AS FANS WHO RESPECT AND TRUST HIM. I wish I could do something, but I cant, and I would beat up every ssng to exists if it held no repercussion bc famous or not these are HUMAN BEINGS, and they dont deserve this.

I really worry given the kpop track record of idols choosing their exit instead of finding help. I am so proud of Renjun for putting himself first and taking this time off to heal himself. like there is just so many things and I am worried abt all of Dream, they debuted so young and have some of the worst ssngs out of all of kpop with a company who wont lift a finger to protect them. in this case they truly only have us(the actual fans)and Renjun going public with this proves that.

I hope anyone who has invaded their privacy feels ashamed, and this goes for ‘fans’ that follow them around the world/are constantly in fan calls/fan signs etc- you are weird. period. nothing normal about that one-sided parasocial relationship that you brag abt online, and instead of spending $1000’s upon $1000’s on bothering an idol who will never fuck you, maybe consider investing in a much needed grippy sock vacation.

I think these people are beyond help, and unfortunately they have the funds or limitless credit to endorse their madness. I need more idols to see this and start calling out these weirdos. NO ONE SHOULD ALLOW THIS BEHAVIOR TO BE NORMALIZED, end of story.

[aurorasilverthorne]

My Season 2 of Hazbin Hotel Plot:

Trigger Warning: Drugs, alcohol, violence, assault, murder, suicide, & abuse.

Note: I headcanon that an overlord's power/strength is directly connected to the number of souls contracted to them. Anytime an overlord is killed by another overlord or someone trying to become an overlord, ownership of all the souls transfers to the triumphant overlord.

___________________

Episode #1:

The Vs target Rosie because she lost so many of her cannibal souls while assisting Charlie in her battle against Adam & the holy exterminators.

Rosie survives but is gravely wounded to the point she has to retreat & ends up at the hotel. Charlie & the others tend to her wounds, but they're unsure if she will live. Alastor goes rogue at the idea of losing his friend, so he vows to take out the Vs.

Episode #2:

Charlie, Vaggie, & Lucifer search for Alastor. Angeldust, Husker, & Niffty stay at the hotel to look after an unconscious Rosie. Husk & Angel reveal how they both ended up in hell.

Husk - Mom died or left when he was a young boy. Grew up with an abusive dad who liked to drink & gamble all the time. Followed in his dad's footsteps despite his best efforts not to & committed suicide.

Angel - Grew up in a mob family. Was thrown out after he refused to be a bully and take an innocent life. Sold his body to survive. Became an addict in a desperate attempt to cope with his life & eventually overdosed.

Niffty is about to tell her backstory when they are interrupted by Adam, who busts in determined to get revenge on Lucifer & Charlie because he's stuck in hell. Angel, Husk, & Niffty try to throw him out, but he overpowers them. Rosie, though she's still healing, regains full consciousness & intervenes moments before Adam is able to deliver the killing blow to one member of the main crew, & she single-handedly kicks Adam out of the hotel. Charlie & Lucifer return after failing to locate the radio demon & find out about Adam via Rosie & the others.

Episode #3:

Sera tries to keep Sir Pentious' ascent into heaven a secret, but Emily befriends the snake demon turned angel & learns of his backstory.

Sir Pentious - Grew up to become an inventor. Wanted to show the world he was a genius. Could never get any of his experiments to work right. Was ridiculed by his peers until one of his experiments blew up, ending his life.

Emily overhears Sera & Lute talking about what to do with Sir Pentious & how to ensure no one ever learns sinners can be redeemed. After she learns they intend to get rid of him, Emily frees Sir Pentious & helps him escape from heaven. Lute attacks Emily who reveals Sir Pentious is on the run & aware of their intentions to keep sinners out of heaven. Lute then pursues Pentious, but he evades her.

Episode #4:

The Vs take out more overlords. Lucifer is barred from intervening according to hell's laws. Charlie tries to rally the remaining overlords, including Carmilla Carmine & Zestial, but they're reluctant to fight or work together. One of the Vs, Velvette, falls victim to the radio demon's wrath. Alastor leaves her mangled corpse out where everyone can see & makes it clear he's coming after the remaining two Vs.

Episode #5:

Charlie is exhausted. Lucifer continues to look for Alastor. Sir Pentious makes it to the hotel to warn the others about Sera & Lute. Adam stalks & harasses Lucifer, but is outmatched & also outsmarted by hell's king. Rosie & Charlie bond whilst they recuperate. Vaggie is forced to fight Lute when she shows up looking for Pentious. Rosie reveals her own backstory & Alastor's backstory.

Rosie - Married a man who abused & assaulted her often. Used mummy parts & bandages (as a lot of people did during that time period) for medicinal purposes. Was killed after her husband, in a drunk rage, falsely accused her of adultery, then pushed her down a flight of stairs & she hit her head.

Alastor - Raised by a single mother who homeschooled him because he got bullied so much for being mixed race. Fell victim to a serial killer at some point when he was still a young man who kept him locked up in his basement & wouldn't feed him anything but the raw flesh of other victims. Got free & slew the man then started hunting & killing serial killers. Ate their flesh due to having developed a taste for it. Ended up getting shot dead by a deer hunter after some hunting dogs mistook him for a buck while he was burying one of his victims.

Episode #6:

Valentino grows tired of following Vox's orders. Val goes behind Vox's back and kidnaps Carmilla's daughters to ensure Carmine won't interfere or retaliate against the remaining Vs. Angel, Sir Pentious, & Husk team up with Cherri Bonb to rescue Clara & Odette.

Episode #7:

Alastor, having revealed himself, faces off against Valentino. Lilith arrives at the hotel with the intention of manipulating Charlie & Lucifer's emotions. Rosie refuses to let Lilith put an end to Charlie's dreams of redeeming sinners. Carmilla is reunited with her daughters & pledges to help take down the remaining Vs. Zestial attempts to talk some sense into Alastor. Lilith may or may not be who or what she seems.

Episode #8:

An injured Valentino returns to warn Vox about Alastor. Rosie & Alastor take on Eve while Lucifer, Charlie, & their allies rush to release the real Lilith from her holy prison. Emily's forced to pick sides. Sera releases Roo in a last-ditch effort to maintain order.

Hazbin Hotel: The Movie:

Roo reveals that she absorbed Eve, who became an extension of herself. Alastor is forced to fight those he has come to care for. Vox & Valentino meet their end after biting off more than they can chew. Sera makes amends for her mistakes. Charlie & the gang take their final stand, which will decide the fates of heaven & hell. Cherri & Niffty reveal their backstories.

Cherri - Had a decent life until she fell in love with the wrong guy who led her down the dark path of drug use & alcoholism. Helped him steal money & other valuables until his greed consumed him & he shot her.

Niffty - Became obsessed with a man who didn't really love her. Tried to kill him after he revealed his true colors. Fell to her death after he pushed her out a window. Never even signed a soul binding contract with any of the overlords. Began working for Alastor simply because he was the first one to approach her & she liked him a lot in a platonic way.

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[pandorasword]

Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

Chaeri's masterlist

❒ members: OT7

❒ genre: Hurt/Comfort

❒ words: 5k+

❒ summary: In which Chaeri realizes that she took the wrong choice

❒ notes: Hi! Thank you very much for the request (which you can find here). I hope all this is not too much. I tried to write about something I haven't read about. Let me know if you enojoyed it somehow

❒ warnings: Yandere!Sasaeng fan; obsessive behavior; stalking; being locked up; lots of swearing; panic attack; mentions of pandemic; If you are uncomfortable with any of this topics please don't read

2020, pandemic period

She threw yet another tissue into the garbage can.

It had been days since she was unable to recover from that damn flu, even more damned because it had hit her at a time when humanity was so afraid of contracting any kind of virus, with good reasons, that she had been isolated immediately.

The dormitory usually shared with the rest of the members was now huge, silent and empty.

As soon as signs of the flu began to show (headache, hoarse voice, dripping nose) the managers and staff of the company were alarmed as never before.

They immediately arranged a hotel for the boys to stay in for the next indefinite period of time.

They had had the dormitory sanitized and reserved covid tests for everyone.

From that day on, every morning, the only person she saw was the nurse who, bundled head to toe in protective and safety gear, tested her to check her health.

And, like each day, that too had yielded the same result: Negative.

Although she was convinced it was a simple cold, precautions were never enough in times like those, so until she was recovered, she could not leave the apartment building where her dormitory was located.

The boys, in their own way, continued to take care of her and keep her company: They were often on video calls, texted her, watched movies together on 'Netflix Party' and always provided her lunch and dinner.

In Korea, fortunately, apartment buildings in more luxurious neighborhoods like theirs had actual lockers as mailboxes.

Generally these were used by deliverymen to drop off packages despite the residents' absence, but it had seemed like a good idea for everyone to use it for that other purpose.

They had several pairs of keys to open the mailbox, and on a daily basis, they left food, medicine, and little gifts there that they knew would lift her spirits.

All in all, the cold was better. She kept sneezing insistently after getting the covid test but then it would calm down through the day; what still plagued her was the burning in her throat that had resulted in a noticeable lowering of her voice.

By email, her doctor had reassured her: It was more than normal to lose her voice from a strong flu, especially if the vocal cords are already stressed due to external factors.

Of course her vocal cords were stressed, since she spent most of her life singing.

That morning she had felt well enough to shower as soon as she woke up, wash her hair and even curl it naturally with the hair dryer. Looking in the mirror, with her hair so wavy she almost didn't recognize herself. Since she joined the entertainment industry she kept getting it straightened, as Korean standards deemed girls prettier that way.

It was almost lunchtime, her stomach was beginning to claim a decent meal other than a bowl of cold milk and cereal, plus she had finished her supply of paracetamol the night before, the only pill that gave her a chance to feel her throat less sore and the fever low. She hoped with all her heart that the boys had brought her another package, as of that morning she had yet to hear from them, probably too busy with some project she would be behind on.

Wearing her mask and putting the keys of the dorm in her pocket, she approached to go out and walk down the stairs that would take her to the ground floor.

She avoided the elevator. As much as she knew she was tested negative and was wearing the mask, she did not want to risk leaving any germs in such a small, enclosed space.

Before she could reach her destination, a guy not much older than her, also wearing a mask to cover his mouth and nose, removed the earphones from his ears and twisted them around his cell phone, which he placed in the right pocket of his uniform. Then he left the broom in his hand, leaning it against the wall closest to him, "Excuse me, Miss Chaeri?"

Chaeri failed to recognize him immediately, but then realized: He was the janitor of the condominium. Before her arrival, he was probably busy cleaning the floor below the one she had come down from.

He had only been working there for a few months, as far as she knew, and, of course, had not had a chance to interact with him that often due to her busy schedule.

She cleared her throat before speaking, "Yes?"

"Sirs came by this morning. They were in hurry, miss, and left me a medicine packet to give you."

Oh, then her assumptions were true: The boys had been too busy to call on her. 

She smiled and hoped that from her eyes the guy in front of her could notice "Thank you"

"No problem" 

Chaeri was glad to see that the medicine packet the boy pulled out of his pocket was just what she needed.

As she reached out to get it, the broom that had been resting on the wall next to them fell, causing Chaeri to flinch backward and slam into the stair railing.

"Oh my God, are you hurt? I'm so sorry, I'm such a clumsy person" The janitor's eyes were the mirror of shame and mortification. He bent over and over in apology before picking up the tool from the floor.

"Don't worry about it! I'm not hurt, really" Chaeri's voice, due to her flu-like condition, was little more than a whisper, but she tried to let it out confidently enough to reassure the condo employee "Really, it's okay"

She politely waved to him before returning to the front door of the dorm. The boys had been nice to stop by even if quickly; she could not complain about not getting lunch. They were busy and had done far too much for her in those days. She would cook herself something with what she had in the fridge.

When she touched the pocket where the keys should have been, she went pale: empty

Could she really have left it inside? No, she could remember carrying it with her.

Maybe she had dropped it earlier when she had hit her hip.

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Downstairs, however, the janitor's heart was beating so fast he could even feel it in his throat.

A mixture of excitement and fear, admiration and love. He held his hand tightly around the keys in his pocket, which he had picked up from the ground when he had taken up the broom. The idea that soon Chaeri would notice and most likely ask for his help made him thrilled.

Helping Chaeri, protecting Chaeri, loving Chaeri.

There was nothing else he wanted to do in life.

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As Chaeri rummaged through her pockets, the janitor watched her intently. He knew that this was his moment to shine, his moment to show her that he could be the one to take care of her, to protect her from anything that could harm her.

He stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder, and she turned to face him. The look on his face was one of concern and care

"Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice soft and husky as he took a step back "Sorry I tapped you without permission, I tried to call you but you didn't hear me" false, but Chaeri, so caught up in her thoughts about the keys, thought it was quite possible that she hadn't heard him.

"I seem to have lost my keys," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The janitor smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, I'll help you find them" he said, leading her back down the stairs.

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"How is this even possible" Chaeri complained.

They searched down all the stairs, all the floors, even the upper ones despite the fact that she had not gone there, but there were no sign of her keys.

She had no phone with her to alert someone of the staff to help her.

Taken by stress, by the trembling that was returning to shake her from the end of the effect of the previous night's medication, she sat on the stairs

"I'm sure we'll find the keys, miss."

"I'm sorry, I don't even know your name and I'm causing you a lot of trouble."

"No problem, and by the way, I'm Kyong."

"Kyong, thank you for what you're doing to help me"

He could not help but blush, yet he hoped to hide it as best he could. His name spoken by Chaeri sounded so good.

"I see you are not well, do you want to rest in the porter's lodge? You can take the pill, I'll bring you something to eat while you wait for someone who can open the door for you."

"Aren't you afraid of covid?"

"Do you have covid?

"No, I'm negative."

"Then nothing to fear" That reassuring smile on his lips again.

"I'd love to."

But she wouldn't love it at all

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As she followed Kyong to the porter's lodge, Chaeri couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She had never spent time alone with a stranger before, and she didn't know if she could trust him. But her flu-like symptoms were worsening by the minute, and she knew she needed to rest and take her medication.

Kyong was kind enough to bring her some soup and water, which she gratefully accepted.

She mentally told herself that she was a fool to think that someone in his position, the janitor of such an upscale apartment building, could be dangerous in any way...Right? She promised herself not to let the past make her prejudiced about people, that was probably what made her feel tense. 

So she tried to be as relaxed as possible and enjoy the warmth of the room in which she was.

"Thank you for the soup, Kyong"

"It's my pleasure, Miss Chaeri"

Without being asked, the guy sat down next to her, right by her side.

"You might catch a cold if you stay this close to me" was the first thing she thought of saying, to try to put some distance between them.

Kyong could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he sat next to Chaeri, trying to control his emotions. He knew he had to be careful, to not reveal his true feelings for her too soon. He wanted to take care of her, to be the one to make her feel safe and loved. But he knew that he had to earn her trust first.

"I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable" he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay, and that you have everything you need."

Chaeri looked up at him, her eyes clouded with fever. "That's kind of you, but please don't sit so close to me. It makes me feel a little claustrophobic"

Kyong quickly stood up, apologizing for his intrusion.

Chaeri sighed with relief as Kyong retreated to a corner of the room, giving her some space. She sipped her soup, feeling grateful for his kindness, but also wary of his intentions. She thought maybe it would be better to finish eating, ask for his phone to call someone of the staff, and get out of that room.

The door to the porter's lodge, however, was open. There was nothing he could do to her.

As she finished her soup, Kyong couldn't help but watch her every move, his eyes filled with longing. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, that he should respect her boundaries and keep his distance, but he couldn't help himself. Chaeri was just too beautiful, too perfect to resist.

"Would you mind lending me your cellphone? I'd like to call someone so they can open the door for me."

The boy's face became serious, or rather sad. His eyes reflected disappointment

"Sorry, I forgot my cellphone at home this morning."

When he saw Chaeri's eyes widen in realization, he knew he fucked up.

He did remember only after that she saw him with his headphones on not long before.

He got up quickly before she could and slammed the front door, locking it fast. He could not risk losing his chance with her, not because he told her an innocent lie

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Oh no, no, no. Not again.

She couldn't be locked in a room again with a man who wanted to hurt her.

Her senses were slightly dulled by the illness, but she tried to keep calm despite the panic quivering to take over.

'Be smart this time,' she repeated to herself, 'Don't make him suspicious'

“I’m so sorry Chaeri. I didn't mean to lie to you” The boy was desperate "I only did it so I could spend more time with you. I-I think I've been in love with you for a long time."

Although tears were pressing to leave her eyes, she tried to smile at him in a convincing way "Really?" she sounded a little choked up

Kyong moved from the door, took steps toward her "Yes, Chaeri. I know a lot of people tell you that but ... I really feel it. I've been watching you since I got here, I took this job for you! Do you really think I wanted to mop the floor in my life?" His voice began to rise a few tones "No! But I did it for you. For you."

"I am so lucky to..." a tear of fear slid down her face, she could not hold it back "to have such a person in my life."

Kyong took another step toward her, "From my window I can see the balcony of your house. I think it's the kitchen, although the glass is a little too dark to be sure. I saw that every morning you eat the same cereal: kellogg's choco krave. Don't you?"

"Yeah, I like them a lot"

"I had guessed it. I started eating them every morning too. I'm allergic to chocolate but nothing an epinephrine shot can't fix."

He was fucking insane.

She wished she could have slapped herself for the shitty decision she had made in following him. She had asked for it. That's what her mom would have told her. She asked for it.

Chaeri tried to sound interested in what he was saying, hoping to buy herself some time.

"That's interesting, Kyong. I didn't know you were allergic to chocolate. That must be tough."

Kyong's eyes lit up with delight. "Yes, it is. But for you, I'll do anything."

"Would you unlock the door, too, if I asked you to?"

"Why?

"You're my fan, did I get that right?"

"Your biggest and most devoted fan."

"So you must know that I am claustrophobic and need a lot of space and ..air"

He thought about it for a few seconds, as if digging through his memory to find the information Chaeri had just told him

"No, you're not"

"Yes. I am."

"You are not, Chaeri. Are you trying to get away from me? I gave you medicine, I fed you, I treated you well. Are you not satisfied? Do you want me to do more? I mean, what more do I have to do to show you my love!?" She tried to push him away as he clung to her, bringing his hands around her waist. "Do I have to kiss you to make you understand? Do I have to make you feel..do I have to make you feel how aroused I am to have you here locked with me?"

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Meanwhile, all 7 of the boys had completed their morning activities. Since it was early afternoon and they were familiar with the girl's habits, they had dropped by a bakery to buy her some sweet honey bread.

Divided into three different cars, which would patiently wait in front of the apartment building, the boys broke into it to drop off the dessert to the female member of the group.

"Maybe we should have bought her more," said Jimin, who was holding the bag. The only noise was his voice and everyone's shoes crunching along the mopped and waxed floor.

"Jimin-ah, it's a pound of bread, I think it will be enough for more than a day."

"Well, when she's sick Chaeri finds comfort in food so I wou-" the guy's voice froze when, opening the dormitory mailbox, he saw that the envelope with the medicine and lunch they had left that morning for Chaeri was still there

"What's going on?" Hobi stepped forward, getting himself next to his friend, and he too was amazed by what he saw

"What?!" Jungkook asked impatiently.

"Chaeri didn't pick up her lunch today."

The boys exchanged worried glances. They knew Chaeri well enough to know that she never missed a meal, especially when she was sick.

"We should call her" Namjoon suggested.

"No, I tried calling her when we were in the car. She didn't answer" Jin replied, his voice laced with concern.

"Maybe she's just sleeping," Taehyung offered optimistically.

But the uneasy feeling in the pit of their stomachs wouldn't go away. They knew something was wrong.

Jimin grabbed the bag of honey bread and made his way to their apartment, followed closely by the others.

They knocked only once before deciding to come in to notice that all the rooms were empty. Chaeri's phone was on the bed still undone, her unfolded pajamas on the pillow, and a half-full glass on the nightstand.

Definitely a house that had not been planned to leave

"Before we panic, we could ask the janitor if he saw her come by. She can't be just vanished" Yoongi said, trying to keep calm.

Everyone agreed except on the 'before we panic' because, by then, they were all panicking.

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While Chaeri's fear completely froze her, making her forget the self-defense lessons she had taken, a sound from across the room brought more tears to her eyes.

Someone was knocking on the door. She would have screamed if only her voice allowed it, to let whoever was on the other side know that she was there, in the arms of a fucking psychopath

Kyong quickly covered her mouth with his hand "Don't make a sound. I want to spend more time with you"

The knocking grew louder, more urgent

"Please" she managed to say despite his hand 

"Shh, it's just someone at the door. They'll go away soon," he whispered, stroking her hair.

But the knocking didn't stop.

"Is there anyone in? Please, we just need to talk for a minute."

Namjoon's voice called out like a beacon of hope, so loud and powerful that Chaeri felt it down to her core. With newfound strength and courage, she instinctively grabbed Kyong's hand and bit hard into one of his fingers, tasting the metallic tang of blood on her tongue.

He moved his hand away abruptly, gripped by pain. In his eyes she could see all the disappointment he was feeling at that moment. The Chaeri he knew (who thought he knew) was kind, polite, and sweet. She would never hurt him. She would never try to run away from someone who loved her.

"Namjoon!" She strained her voice as much as she could to be heard by the boy on the other side of the wall. 

He was there, and probably the rest of the boys, Chaeri thought.

She was not alone.

"This is not you. You would not be so ungrateful. They are the ones influencing you am I r-"

"Go fuck yourself, you creep." Chaeri interrupted Kyong's speech, her voice now filled with anger. "You don't know me. You don't know anything about me. I am not some object for you to possess. You have no right to keep me here like this, get a goddamn life of your own."

Kyong's expression shifted from disappointment to rage. He lunged at her, but Chaeri was prepared this time. With a quick movement, she dodged him and ran towards the door. The knocking had stopped, but she could hear voices from the other side.

"Open the door! Namjoon, open the door!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Kyong caught up to her and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her back. "After everything I've done for you," He also seemed to have tears in his eyes "But I'm not angry with you. I couldn't. You just have to be a good girl and tell your friends that you are here by your own will. You don't want anything bad to happen to me, do you?"

The blood from the finger bitten by Chaeri now smeared her hair, Kyong though did not seem to want to let go of her.

The girl's vision was clouded by tears, but she could clearly hear the voices of the worried boys and the jostling they were doing at the door to enter. "Say it" He commanded her in a more authoritative voice, clenching his fist of curly hair tighter 

"I am not here by my own will and someone call the fucking police" she said loud enough to be heard.

"You ungrateful bitch," he spat out, raising his hand to strike her.

But before he could make contact, the door suddenly burst open, and all 7 boys rushed into the room, their expressions a mix of anger and relief.

It wasn't quite clear to her what happened in those moments immediately after the door was opened.

The adrenaline that had kept her alert up to that moment flowed out of her body in one go.

She did not know how, nor who followed her out first of that room into the lobby of the apartment building.

Her world was a blur. She couldn't focus on anything even though she tried to make her eyes see something, anything she could latch on to.

The sounds of the street outside were distant, but to her they were close and overpowering. And inside, the sounds of yelling and screaming were deafening, she imagined that the entire world was fucking screaming.

She trembled violently, her body curling in like she was trying to make herself as small as possible. Her arms hugging her body like a vice.

Her heart raced and her breathing was shallow and ragged as the panic attack took hold of her body, plunging her into a state of sheer terror.

Two heavy hands grabbed her shoulders, making her entire body shudder in fear. She staggered back and suddenly fell to her knees, screaming wildly at the top of her lungs, "Don't touch me! Get away from me!" Tears streaming down her face, she did not recognize the arms that wanted to wrap around her and comfort her were Hobi's and not Kyong's.

Hobi's heart shattered as he saw the state that Chaeri was in. Her body was convulsing, and her screams were endless. He wanted to touch her, to hold her, to tell her that everything was going to be alright. But he knew that he had to be patient. He had to wait for her to calm down before he could do anything else.

He knelt down beside her, his hand hovering above her shoulder, waiting for her to acknowledge his presence. Chaeri's screams slowly faded into whimpers, and her body stopped shaking. Hobi took that as a sign and gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay, Chaeri," he whispered softly. "You're safe now."

Chaeri's eyes slowly opened, and she stared at Hobi, her gaze vacant and lost. Hobi saw the fear and confusion in her eyes, and it broke his heart.

But instead of staying on him, her eyes wandered blankly among the faces around her. Some standing, some kneeling on the ground as she did. Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jin were missing. She did not want to know what they were doing to Kyong.

"He knew. He knew I was sick, he bought me medicine saying that you came by and left it for me. He knew I would be locked out of the apartment, he knew I would follow him, because ... I asked for it" Chaeri spoke with a surrendered calmness that did not seem natural to that still frightened body "I asked for it," she repeated, looking at Taehyung. He who knew more about her past than anyone. He had to be disappointed. 

Her mother had always been right, it had always been her own fault.

"I asked for it" the calm with which she had spoken vanished again, plunging back into panic.

Taehyung's heart broke at Chaeri's words. He knew she had a history of blaming herself for everything that went wrong in her life. He took Hobi's place in front of her, who moved only a step further. "Look at me, Chaeri"

Instead of the disappointment she expected, she saw only sadness in his eyes "It was never your fault" he spoke softly "I... I promised you that I would never let anything happen to you ever again." 

"And you came"

"I did, but not as soon as I had to"

Jimin approached them, his hand reaching out to brush her hair away from her face "Let's go home, shall we?”

She nodded weakly, her senses numbed from the shock and sadness.

As tears streamed down her face, the ache in her throat intensified to an unbearable level. Her eyes met those of Jungkook - the only boy missing from the group not including the older ones -.

The intensity in his gaze searing into her soul; his fists white knuckled from the effort it took to stay still; the sadness and heartbreak written over his features as he was trying so hard to not cry.

“Jungkook," Hobi's authoritative voice cut through the silence to bring him to his senses "Let's take Chaeri home."

He could do nothing but nod, his throat too tight to speak.

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Jin put the hair dryer down and stepped back, surveying his work. Chaeri's hair was now straight and silky as she asked, shining under the light of the bathroom. He gave her a little smile

"There you go, all done" 

"Thank you, oppa" Jin lowered himself just enough to leave a kiss right in the middle of her head.

She stood up from the chair and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were still red and puffy from crying, but she felt a little better after the warm shower and Jin's hair styling. Even better in knowing that from that evening the boys would start staying at the dormitory again.

They expressly made it clear to the staff that if, unfortunately, any of them caught a virus then they would all be quarantined together. They were not going to leave her alone anymore. 

"Hey, how is it going here? I hope he didn't burn all your hair with the straightener." Jimin walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bath.

Chaeri chuckled softly, shaking her head. "No, it looks great"

"Of course it looks great! I was the one who styled it!"

They were obviously trying to make the atmosphere softer.

Namjoon  joined them too, holding a bag of ice against his cheek. Chaeri could see that he had a bruise forming on his jaw "What happened to your face?” 

"Kyong fought back."

Chaeri gasped "Is he-"

"He's in police custody," Yoongi interrupted, walking into the bathroom "We won't hear from him again, that's for sure"

"Okay, okay. What is this bathroom becoming? Where did the privacy go? Is this by any chance a cabinet meeting?"

"Oh my God Jin, that was sleazy"

"Awful"

"But where do you get such bad jokes?"

Chaeri felt her chest feeling lighter as she listened to the members, her family, bickering as always. She needed that sense of normality

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Jungkook had been sitting in the living room for what felt like hours, his mind racing with thoughts of Chaeri and what she had gone through. He couldn't bear the thought of her being hurt like that. In addition, in the lobby of the condominium he was so overwhelmed that he couldn't move a muscle toward her. He was tremendously ashamed of this.

He heard footsteps approaching and looked up to see Chaeri walking into the room. She looked tired, but she forced herself to smile softly when she saw him. He took a seat next to him on the couch. "I don't think I will be able to sleep in my room tonight.- Or to just sleep, I guess."

"We.."He swallowed nervously. He failed to protect her and even looking into her eyes reminded him of how much he damned himself for that. "We can stay on the couch all night if you want."

Chaeri nodded, grateful for the offer. She scooted a little closer to him, feeling comfort in his presence. Silence hung over the room, the only sound being the faint hum of the air conditioning.

Jungkook's mind was racing, trying to come up with the right words to say to her. "You know," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "I never knew what it meant to feel truly helpless until I saw what happened to you. It broke my heart, Chaeri, to see you go through that. I wasn't there and I.. hate it"

"You're here now, and that's all that matters."

As the minutes wore on, the rest of the members began to filter into the living room one by one. Taehyung came in first, sitting on the floor, leaning his back against the couch. He looked up to smile at her.

Hoseok and Jin joined them next, settling in on the other side of Jungkook. Namjoon claimed the space next to Chaeri, at his side soon took his place Yoongi. Jimin was the last to come, loaded with blankets for everyone, which he distributed one by one. Only later did he go and sit beside Tae.

She leaned into Namjoon, who draped an arm around her shoulders, holding her close.

The night went on and she couldn't feel safer than that.

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[vaguely-yandere]

okay, listen up! my idea is absolutely genius and none can tell me otherwise! cliche, yes, but genius i say!

it’s an otome, BUT you can choose the “darling” you play as, which could increase/decrease the chances of a certain darling falling for you

i.e big bad, sensitive, girly yan have a high chance of falling for a more motherly darling while the chances of rival and f-boy yan falling for motherly darling is decreased (reminds them of their parents 🗿)

cryptid darling/worshipper yan is an easter egg. you gotta go in the source code of the game, change the player’s name to “cryptid,” and bam. this otome game has suddenly become a horror — not for you, of course, but for the people who come into the forest. worshipper yan only appears in this route, and you can find a lotta lore and character backstory like this

of course, there’s also the option to have a poly relationship with some. didn’t i mention an alliance with f-boy yan? who was it, sensitive, maybe?? that might only happen with a specific type of darling, though

i wonder just how many you could get, who you could get, before something real bad happens…

and some relationships would be completely blocked out if you chose some yans over others. chose girly yan? stoic yan’s now locked (i hc that they’re twins because why not and i feel like stoic yan’s not ok with kissing their twin’s lover)

oh, can’t forget about the outside world! you heard that a dog hybrid’s been attacking some townsfolk and some poor cat hybrid, might wanna be careful unless you get caught in one of the fights

and you gotta make money SOMEHOW, right?? there’s this real big company who needs employees. might be worth a shot (would get promos faster if in a relationship with f-boy yan)

choosing either f-boy or CEO locks out the other, for obvious reasons. you can only get CEO yan if you choose your darling to be older, which locks a LOT of options

or, you could choose to play in a different time period. since girly yan is younger housewife yan and i made them twins with stoic yan, those two and CEO yan are around the same age. i’ll… work on the timeline later

anyway yeah might make a fanfic outta this later idk

-poised darling

IM. IM IN LOVE. POISED DARLING, I AM GINGERLY KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH (WITH CONSENT) CAUSE HOLY FUCKIN SHIT IM IN LOVE. UR MIND!!!!!!

and imagine you have your classic friends too and later on, depending on the route you take, you find out they were hired to befriend you and stalk you!!!!!! or, if you, the character, decide to be rude to them but only nice to your childhood friend, you become stalker darling and can see other playthroughs through that stalker perspective !!!!!

i also think certain darlings would be at disadvantages, like you said! motherly/nicer darlings would be avoided by rival yan and others but have a charisma buff, allowing them to get away with a lot more and be more likely to land their yanderes in prison if they so wish.

i also think like, if you flirt a lot with one yandere but then officially date another, there could be fights! physical, emotional, anything! rival yan would be more likely to drive someone to financial ruin, sensitive yan would be more likely to kill them brutally and decrease their sanity greatly, big bad would fight them, we all know what girly yan would do...

I also think itd be so cute if big bad and girly yan were related too! and they were raised by housewife yan, who taught them everything they know! i think that would give em a buff of some sort too, making it harder to escape them. i also think playboy yan would be CEO's kid! they gotta get all that money SOMEWHERE and i also like the idea of like, seeing some of the yanderes before they become, well, who they are now! like a young CEO yan being so young and like rude and mean cause theyre a spoiled kid (not actually) and then they just meet you and melt

and watching housewife yan slowly grow out of her more.. violent tendencies would be such a treat!!!

aaaaa this is such an amazing idea, i adore it!!!!!

[jeweledstone]

More vaguely Pizza Tower related bullshit with everyone’s favorite yandere twink cunt bitch god I hate him

DATE: 10/31/2023 - 11/1/2023

Oh boy, it’s that time again folks! Time for some unhinged self-insert fan fiction-esque nonsense that’d make a wattpad user shudder in fear.

So basically, more shenanigans with Pizzahead/Totino from the hit indie game Pizza Tower and his attempts to kidnap me and turn me into Peppino cause the REAL Peppino doesn’t love him back or some shit like that. For the hopelessly confused, here’s a link to the previous dream post I made regarding this particular plot point. For everyone else, click the read more for the rest of this recounting :)

So, despite my hoping he’d just give up and start stalking someone else, ya boi is still being haunted in his dreams by the cartoon pizza man. RECENTLY he’s even gone as far as BREAKING INTO MY ACTUAL HOUSE to try and abduct me (in-dream of course, not in real life lmao)

One of his more recent appearances happened in a dream I had on Halloween night that was honestly, kinda Halloween themed outta sheer coincidence.

In it, me and my family were camping (a common theme/trope in my dreams for some reason) at this national park of sorts that was famous due to this massive cave it had in it that was EXTREMELY haunted. Like, it was very common for visitors to encounter at least one ghost (or phantom as they were called in-universe) while exploring said cave. My family was stopping to visit said cave before going home when The Bastard™ showed up. I remember he had on this sorta human disguise so my parents wouldn’t recognize him (cause again, mf tried to break into my house in previous dream). He somehow convinced them to let me go in the cave alone with him, claiming we were friends or some other bullshit, and that’s when the shit show truly began.

Now, first thing you need to know about this cave, is how massive it is. At its deepest, the cave went down to about 5000 meters (16404.2 feet for my fellow Americans) below the earth. Naturally, park guests weren’t allowed to go that deep in, you could only go about 10 meters (100 if you’re over 18) before there was some kinda blockade keeping you from going further. Aside from the obvious safety protocol stuff, another reason was because the deeper you went into the cave, the more ghosts you’d encounter, and the more aggressive said ghosts would be.

Either the ghosts or the cave itself also had these strange, reality-bending properties to it that would affect guests who stayed in the cave for a prolonged period of time. One way they liked to fuck with people was by transforming them in ways that often depended on said person’s most prominent personality trait (often causing said trait to be exaggerated as the person’s mental state changed along with thier body). Said changes were reversed once the person affected left the cave.

And…

Guess what happened to my anxiety filled ass when they got a hold of me!

Yep, back at it again with THIS BULLSHIT. Idk if this happened because of PH was there or what, but yeah. Now here I am, once again tf’d into Peppino against my will, trapped in a cave with someone who’s been obsessively stalking me for months now, and one wrong move away from a full blown panic attack. Said panic ended up happening when, at a really deep point in the cave, me and PH were cornered by some really large and threatening ghosts who were definitely planning on not letting us out of that cave alive.

I kinda-sorta blacked out around this part, but from what I could figure out, it was about then that Pep kinda… “took over” and beat the shit outta the ghosts (apparently killing a few some-fucking-how) before making a break outta the cave. I remember “waking up” outside the cave, having already changed back to normal.

After that…incident… life mostly went back to normal after my family went back home, save for some supernatural entities (which were commonplace in this verse) becoming afraid of me due to the whole killing an unkillable entity thing that happened in the cave.

So that’s basically it. I haven’t really seen much of PH since then, but I know he made it outta the cave and is still out there (unfortunately). So, yeah, that’s all folks. See ya.

[bye-bye-sunbird]

Offering | Yan!Xiao x Reader

Summary: In the middle of Liyue's darkest period of terror, the legend of a bloodthirsty Yaksha terrorizes the land. The little village you grew up in is growing weaker as raids continue, and you become the victim of their despair and superstition. So they offer you as a sacrifice for the Yaksha to take.

CW: Stalking, General yandere behavior, mentions of violence.

“The one who makes blood pour like rain over the fields”. That is what you and everyone you knew called him.

You were taught to believe that even speaking his name out loud was the same as wishing death upon your people. That he was a bloodthirsty demon, that he was death incarnate, the product of sin and everything evil.

But no one told you how beautiful he was, not one tale mentioned his eyes that gleamed like yellow stars haunting the night.

Had you known the fate your so-called people chose for you, you would have whispered his name and let the most beautiful being in the world bring its carnage upon them.

You smile bitterly at the darkness of your own thoughts, maybe you deserved this fate after all.

Your people feared you too, deemed you a curse long ago when you had your first encounter with the Wind Yaksha. "You were marked!", they said as you were being tied down, "He chose you back then, and by denying him you will end up dooming us all!". Your pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as they dragged you outside your house. You promised to leave the village and begged to be given the chance to survive on your own. They were condemning you, you screamed, amidst chants of "Get her out of here!" and "Cursed child!". The faces of all the people who knew you since you were born twisted into demonic disfigurements as your tears clouded your vision and you lost consciousness. By the time you had woken up, he was there. Staring right into your soul.

No fair trial for the wicked, it seems.

Your lips tremble as a few more tears stream down your face. Right, I am about to die. How awful would it be that your last thoughts are of the traitors you once called friends and neighbors. You force your eyes open once more, looking directly at the monster in front of you, the moon shining on his back as your sole, silent witness. If you were to die now, you wanted the last thing you see on this wretched, cursed land to be beautiful.

"I guess this is it." you mutter, incapable of stopping your voice from breaking "It's been weeks now, I think."

His eyes travel towards the ropes that painfully tie your wrists. You must be imagining things, as you almost see anger and pity swirl in his eyes. You hold your breath as he steps towards you, and flinch as he nails his bloodied weapon on the wood floor.

He approaches carefully as if you were some type of wounded animal. You were, deeply. The unfairness of it all made your blood boil.

"I remember when I first saw you." your voice stops him in his tracks as words blur out of your mouth. You didn't know if you were trying to distract him to stay alive, or just wanted to speak your mind before you were gone. "I went beyond the gates to pick mushrooms. I had never done that, you see. I knew the rules, I knew there were too many dangers beyond the village's borders, I knew that I was too weak... And I can stand hunger, but not children's tears. And the little boy two houses next to me cried of hunger, and no one else seemed to do anything about it."

Tears build up until you have no choice but to close your lids, you couldn't speak more, and you didn't need to. He knew the story very well. Saving you from the attacks of monsters and delivering you to the village's entrance had not gone well for you.

Of course, things could have been better for you had he not made his presence around the village known. After that little incident, sightings of him became more and more frequent, as if he was, somehow, waiting for you to come out again. You learned of the gifts left on the village's entrance, which often remained untouched out of fear. Sometimes the gifts were comprised of food and medicinal plants. Other times, corpses of beasts that used to terrorize the village.

But you didn't leave the village again... Until now that is, but that was not voluntarily.

When you open your eyes, you find the Yaskha untying the ropes off your wrists, without touching your reddened skin. You notice that the gloves on his hands had small, scattered marks that gave them a slightly rough appearance. They were the hands of someone used to wielding a weapon, no doubt. You think about the lives that he has ended with them, and how easy it would be for him to tear you apart, should he want to.

You dare not to move as you watch him looking at the dents left on your skin. Almost imperceptibly, his thumb slides over the red mark on your wrists, and the other fingers follow the same motion. The sensation was the same as if a bird's wing gently brushed your skin. His eyes travel back up, seemingly unable to hide how elated he is to have you this close. His gaze shines as he studies your face up to its last detail. A sick feeling stirs on your stomach at the eerieness of being watched so thoroughly.

"You won't hurt me," you realize out loud in a sad tone, "but you won't let me leave either, isn't that right?"

[redrobin-detective]

Half of

Danny Fenton was half ghost. Or something.

No one was quite sure what that meant exactly or if it was even true. A ghost in a pure white suit had announced it during an attack on the town until he was beaten and silenced by Phantom. It’s been three days since then and the nerd hasn’t been at school. Not that Dash was looking for him or anything.

Dash worried, for just a second, that something bad happened to him. The Guys in White creeps had been asking questions around school the last few days. There’d been a noticeable lack in ghost attacks around town, maybe another ghost got to him? What about his ghost obsessed parents? Surely they wouldn’t have done anything to their own kid...

“Think Danny will be in school today?” Kwan whispered nervously, leaning in close to Dash’s side. Talking too loudly about the elephant, or ghost he guesses, in the room got people very forcefully interviewed by the government. 

“Why the hell would I know?” Dash grumbled, shaking his friend off to shove his hands deep into the pockets of his letterman jacket. “No one knows what’s going on, Manson and Foley haven’t shown up either.”

“I hope they’re ok,” Kwan said quietly, looking down at the floor. 

“Why do you care?” Dash grumbled, harsher than he meant to.

“You and everyone ditched me for Danny when Paulina was dating him, remember? Sam and Tucker were real pals and Danny, well he’s weird but not really that bad.” Kwan said bitterly before his eyebrows twisted in confusion. “That was actually pretty out of character for Paulina to date him now that I think about it, maybe he was, like, using ghost magic to control her?”

“That’s stu-” Dash was interrupted by the usually noise of Casper High going dead silent. He and Kwan shrugged at each other. He saw Star down the hallway, staring at something. He caught her eye and mouthed What is it at her. Her eyes slid back over to the hall before mouthing Fenton back. 

“Shit,” Dash couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, “Fenton’s here.” He glanced over at Kwan, trying to hide his nervousness. “Guess we’ll find out if he’s some sort of ghost freak after all.”

Kwan eyed him for a second, “you know if Danny really is half of a ghost then maybe you’ll want to quit it with the names.” The warning bell rang for first period. “You guys have homeroom together with Lancer, right? Just, I don’t know, don’t make him mad or anything.”

“Man, don’t even joke,” Dash said with a strained smile. “It’s Fenton, what’s the nerd gonna do?”

XxX

Fenton always sat in the back right of the class so seeing him there wasn’t that strange. What was strange was that he was there before the bell rang, not looking sweaty or exhausted or beaten up. Seeing him sitting there with an almost bored expression, casually leaning one arm over the back of his chair. It was eerie, seeing Fenton try to act normal. Dash felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on his head as he stiffly walked by the nerd he usually smacked when he walked by. He thought he felt Fenton’s icy eyes following him as he passed. Dash made sure he didn’t scurry like a wimp to his seat but it was a close thing.

“Class, please stop staring at Mr. Fenton and let us begin,” Lancer sighed, unsuccessfully trying to start the class.

“Do you know the ghost boy?” Paulina asked, slamming her palms on her desk and ignoring their teacher. “Because if you’ve been holding out on me-”

“I mean everyone in Amity Park knows him,” Fenton shrugged. He’d been so chill this morning, like the whole thing wasn’t bothering him. It only made Dash more antsy. He bounced his leg under the desk.

“Can you do anything cool? Like fly or shoot lasers from your eyes?” Mikey asked, leaning forward with curiosity.

“I can do lots of cool things,” Fenton sniffed. “I know a lot about the space program and local astronomy. I draw sometimes and I’m think I’m pretty good. I also have super flexible joints so I can do this.” He grinned a little as everyone squealed when he bent his thumb back so far it nearly touched his wrist. “Of course,” his grin turned into an eye roll, “no one really cares about that only my supposed superpowers.”

“What is a half of, exactly? What that ghost called you?” Dash found himself asking. He almost didn’t want to be heard but Fenton turned to look at him anyways. 

“What do you think it means?” Fenton questioned back. Though he had a teasing smirk, his eyes looked dull and dead. Dash couldn’t look at them and ducked his head. 

“Alright, alright, enough with the questions. The Fenton’s gave Danny a clean bill of health and allowed him to rejoin class so that’s all you kids need to know. Now, back to what we were actually talking about.” Class continued as expected but everyone still snuck glances at Fenton. He’s not sure what they were all waiting for, him to suddenly turn green or sprout horn or whatever. But Fenton just sat there, still as anything, trying to act normal and it just didn’t fit him right and it was all just. Wrong.

XxX

Dash was relieved Fenton wasn’t in his second or third period classes but they did have the same lunchtime. For the first time since he was skinny, bucktoothed 6th grader, Dash wanted to hide away and eat his lunch in private. But Fenton wasn’t the only one trying to keep up appearances.

“Alright, what has everyone got,” Paulina was whispering to the table by the time Dash was sitting down. “The day is halfway over, someone had to have seen him doing something ghostly.”

“I mean we don’t know how long he’s been like this,” Star commented, flipping her hair as pretense to sneak a glance at the loser trio near the back entrance of the cafeteria. “He could’ve been hiding his for a while.”

“Fenton’s always been weird,” Dale commented with a sneer, stabbing at his beefaroni. “Since day one, he’s been jumpy and clumsy and goes through weird mood swings.”

“Maybe he’s never been normal,” Kwan said with a little frown. Now Dash knows this wasn’t true. He was the only one at the table who’d gone to the same middle school as Fenton. The nerd had talked too much about space and was always tripping over something but he’d been like all the other annoying brats in middle school. Dale was onto something, Fenton had changed once high school hit which means whatever is up with him as been going on for a while. Years. 

He suddenly felt eyes on him, a cold, crawling feeling that made his breath catch in his throat. Dash squeezed his eyes shut and breathed a silent sigh of relief as the eyes turned from him. They didn’t return but Dash found he couldn’t eat after that.

XxX

“Dude, did you hear about Fenton?” Victor said in an excited but still hushed whisper as Dash was leaving fifth period. 

“No, what did he do?” Dash asked with dread.

“He had gym last period and apparently he’s been faking his loser weakness. He crawled up the rope climb like a goddamned spider monkey and then slid himself back down. Don’t know how he didn’t have intense rope burn from that. He also beat Charlie, Katie and Veronica on the sprinting portion. Must be those ghosty genes.”

“Fenton did all that?” Dash asked, he bit the inside of his cheek. Hard.

“Yeah it was crazy, I thought Tetslaf was gonna pass out,” Victor laughed. “Maybe we should get him to try out for the football team, he’d be a great running back or-”

“Come on, Vic,” Dash laughed but the sound came out wrong. “Why would we want Fenton on our team? He’s, he’s Fenton! Just a skinny, weird little wimp.” Vic side-eyed him a bit before clapping Dash on the back.

“World’s changing, Dash. First ghosts, now half ghosts, it’s all wrong but you just gotta roll with it. All I know is I have 2 years left in this hell hole before I leave this miserable place for Chicago and never look back. I recommend you do the same, after all,” Vic grinned again but it was sharper. “Fenton’s always been your personal punching bag, not every day you learn your victim has superpowers.”

“We don’t know what the hell is up with Fenton,” Dash defended. Vic just shrugged.

“Yeah but he’s always been a freak now we know he ain’t human. Who knows what else he’s hiding?” Vic said with a smug smile before wandering off, giving a halfhearted wave over his shoulder as he left.

Dash stood in the hallway, trying to get himself under control until the warning and late bell rang. Only then, when he was certain he wouldn’t run into Fenton, did he head to class. 

XxX

“Should we follow him, see where he goes?” Paulina said, biting onto one of her nails in nervous excitement. Paulie was gorgeous and overall pretty cool but her thing with ghosts sometimes tired Dash out. Now more than ever. 

“Come on, that’s like stalking,” Kwan scolded. “Even if that wasn’t illegal or whatever it’s just not cool. They had a rough day today, leave ‘em alone.” That icy chill returned and Dash looked out of the corner of his eye to see Fenton and his cronies walking out of the school. 

Truthfully, Dash didn’t think Fenton had that bad of a day. Yeah people were asking questions but he’d side stepped them all, gave non-answers. Other people talked about Fenton’s supposed strength in gym but there’d been conflicting reports, some said he flew up the rope climb, others said he levitated doing his push ups. Dash really didn’t know what to believe. Fenton was just acting, well, like Fenton. He paused for a second, stopped walking before catching up with the group.

Maybe... maybe Dash was getting caught up over nothing. There really was no proof Fenton was this ‘half of’ other than what one dumb ghost said. He thought back to Fenton’s grin during first period; stupid nerd was probably milking his 15 minutes of fame and bully free time. His earlier fear and uncertainty burst into flames until a familiar anger was burning in his gut. Now this he knew what to do with.

“Yeah, well his day is about to get rougher,” Dash heard himself say as he stomped off to where Fenton was smiling tiredly at something Manson was saying. “Hey Fentonio! Think you’re pretty cool with every paying attention to you but I-”

Fenton gasped suddenly, like a hiccup only his breath misted out in front of him cold as a winter’s day. Dash stopped midsentence watching as Fenton’s whole face twisted. His earlier weary but tolerant annoyance that he’d been projecting all day was stripped away. He glared at Dash with an expression that was hard as ice and full of an exhaustion and bitterness he couldn’t begin to understand.

“As payment for being forcibly outed,” Fenton spoke up loudly enough that most of the school yard could hear him. “I was promised a week.” His eyes slowly but methodically scanned the crowd who had frozen in place at his authoritative tone. “Where I didn’t have to deal with ghosts, so I want to know... Who is trespassing on my haunt.”

Fenton’s mouth opened impossibly wide revealing what seemed like rows of sharped teeth. He curled his fingers into claws and, looking closer, his fingernails had indeed become real claws, as sharp and deadly as his teeth. His eyes blazed an impossible, ectoplasmic green and his dark hair developed streaks of white. He was terrifying, monstrous, but he was still Fenton. That feeling that had been eating at dash all day came back full force. Not the realization that Fenton had powers or whatever but that he had been hiding it in plain sight through ghost attacks and bullies and failing grades. This had always been Fenton, they just hadn’t seen. Until now that is.

And now the script had flipped and Dash didn’t know how this Ghost Fenton, who still was the same Fenton Dash had wedgied last Wednesday, fit. A green blob ghost materialized over by stairs, quivering and wailing in some ghost language. It turned and fled, presumably in the direction of the Fenton Portal to escape Fenton’s wrath. Fenton’s glowing eyes tracked it for a moment before he straightened up from his hunched posture and... was human again.

He brushed his hands through his black hair, lazily blinked blue eyes and, when he smiled, his teeth were normal. But Dash had seen, they all had. He’d let them see but to what end, he had no idea. Fenton turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow and another small smirk, just as tired as earlier.

“Sorry about that Dash, I take my vacation time very seriously. You were saying?” Fenton said with a smug lilt but his eyes were still dead and there was a bit of fear in them now. Despite his powers, he still gripped his backpack tightly.

“When your dumb little vacation’s up, Fentionail,” Dash said with a shaky voice. “It’s-it’s back to business, okay? Punches and wedgies and locker shoving. You,” he voice cracked a bit and he fought it down. “It’ll ramp up now that I know you can take it.” Fenton blinked, once then twice before he smiled. This time it wasn’t annoyed or scary or fearful but like the dumb grins he usually gave his dumb friends. 

“Yeah okay, we’ll start back up next week. The usual time?” Dash nodded, not knowing what else to say. “Alright, see you around.” He turned to walk away before pausing and turning back. “Actually you should be careful on who you shove into lockers, it can get hard to breathe in there and not everyone can phase out of them. You never know who’ll turn up dead,” he grinned and his eyes flashed green again, “if only half.”

That said, he and his friends walked away, ignoring the stares of the entire school on them. “Oh and it’s halfa, not half of,” Fenton called out over his shoulder. “I’m not half of anything, I’m just a whole me even if the details get a bit complicated.”

“Bye Danny, see you tomorrow,” Kwan called after with a grimace. No one else said anything for a minute until Dash found the strength to move his legs from where they’d been planted. He clenched his fists to hide his shaking and continued his walk home. Everyone else slowly did the same, talking quietly among themselves.

“What the hell was that?” Dale asked in a nervous high pitched voice. “What the hell did I just see?”

“Fenton being a weirdo but that’s nothing new,” Dash shrugged with a confidence he didn’t have yet. But if Fenton could show up to school after being outed and then willingly show them his inhumanity, then Dash needed to up his game. Couldn’t let the nerd be cool or anything. “So what if he glows or whatever, he’s still Fenton. Look I gotta get home, it’s Pookie’s feeding time and he is NOT going to believe the day I had.

[emeraldspiral]

Some new things I picked up on after a brief skim of some pages;

Heavy says that there will always be men LIKE the ones who put his family in the gulag coming after them again and his sisters say that men DID come while he was in America. The language is ambiguous enough to suggest that the men who came after Heavy’s family were not necessarily Soviets, but could’ve been sent by Gray, and the fact that this happened before Heavy returned means Gray was already targeting the mercs’ loved ones before the war even ended.

So yeah, Sniper’s parents being murdered by Gray’s men before he returned to Australia is still very plausible.

One has to wonder though about Scout’s mom. We know Heavy’s sisters took care of their attackers on their own and didn’t tell him so he wouldn’t worry. Sniper’s parents likely stopped talking to him so he didn’t know when they were killed. But Scout probably talks to his mom regularly and Spy likely keeps tabs on her too. So if she was ever attacked or just got the impression she was being stalked by Gray’s men, they probably would’ve known and sent her somewhere safe. This would explain why she wasn’t around when they were in prison for six months and about to be executed. They couldn’t contact her and she had to stay wherever she was to be safe, so she didn’t even know what was happening to her lover and her baby boy.

Now, onto something else very interesting.

Right after Heavy is recruited back to the team, the Classic team are revealed for the first time. Cheavy tells Gray they found “them” three weeks ago, and Gray is shocked that they’ve known “the whole time”. So, were the TFC team only working for Gray a mere three weeks? Did they really defeat all of Helen’s other teams in that three week period?

Maybe, but I think it all makes more sense if it were more like;

Gray hired the TFC team along with other assassins prior to the end of the robot war. Some assassins found Heavy’s family, but were killed by his sisters, so his location remained a secret from Gray. Other assassins found Sniper’s parents and killed them, but did not find Sniper himself because he lives in a van and is constantly on the move, and likely wasn’t welcome at home. Even Miss Pauling had trouble finding him and his parents’ home was the LAST place she ended up looking instead of the first. The TFC team meanwhile spent six months taking out Helen’s other teams before Gray sent them after Fortress, whom his other men had failed to find. The TFC mercs found them pretty quickly. I mean, most of them weren’t even really hiding. Spy and Scout’s whereabouts were in the newspaper, Soldier was still in town giving tours, Demo was living in the same mansion with his mom, and Pyro was running a huge company. Only Heavy, Sniper, and Engie’s whereabouts were actually unknown. But the TFC team deliberately chose not to engage with the TF2 team until after Pauling came out of hiding to round them up because they knew Gray was really after Helen.

Now, we know the TFC team were working for Gray before Gray hired Medic because Cheavy said he was against it. That could mean that Medic only worked for Gray three weeks. Or it could mean that they both worked for Gray for six months or longer, just not with each other. Medic could’ve actually been recruited straight after the team split up to work with the other assassins Gray had on his payroll, or as Gray’s personal doctor or Olivia’s pediatrician (a position he trusted him with because Medic had already betrayed his team by helping him give birth to Olivia, whom Medic had an interest in staying close to because he’s her real father).

But regardless of whether Medic and/or the TFC team worked for Gray for six months or just three weeks, them only working with each other for three weeks does make a lot of dialog between Medic and Cheavy make a lot more sense. Medic says “Finally! Some field work” as though he’s been benched the entire time he’s worked with the Classics, Cheavy dismisses his usefulness on the battlefield as though he knows absolutely fuck-all about what Medic can actually do, and Medic hasn’t given anyone uber implants and has not finished stuffing everyone with baboon uteruses by the time of his first and only deployment with the Classics. Doesn’t this all suddenly check out if they’ve only worked together for three weeks, during which time the Classics never actually went to battle?