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alternate ending where Landon escapes limbo and comes back to life as a phoenix (with his soul/emotions restored) and he and Hope leave the school to go live their lives together
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sp0o0kylights · 8 months
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Part One / Part Two (You are Here) / Part Three 
A03
Hopper had undersold Harrington's condition. 
Wayne hadn't expected anything pretty, but the face that turned to them as they walked through the door almost had him freezing in place. 
Black eye, bruised chin, split lip. 
More and more bruises, some faded and some very new, trailing down the kids neck. 
 The rest was hidden by his preppy little polo shirt, but Wayne didn't doubt that there were more.
Harrington tried to stand when they entered the room and the way he moved--entirely unbalanced, clearly in a lot of pain--made Wayne think the only thing the kid really needed was a hospital. 
Because Steve Harrington hadn't just been beaten. 
He'd been tortured--and very recently strangled. 
(Abruptly, Wayne realized that Hopper had implied the boy had been in the mall fire--just as much as he implied the mall fire was anything but. 
He also hadn't stated how Harrington had escaped the Suites trying to break into his house.) 
"Sit down." Hopper commanded, and Wayne expected Harrington to do anything but listen. 
Say something cocky, or act the part of a demanding little shit maybe, despite the condition he was in.
Instead the kid just sighed in relief and dropped like a stone, right back into the chair. 
Hopper came around his desk, talking all the while. "Steve, this is Wayne. Wayne, Steve."
"Hello Sir." Steve croaked politely. His voice was wrecked, no doubt from the necklace of finger shaped bruises around his neck.
"You're going to stay with him for a while, and you're gonna pay him for the privilege." Hopper informed him, as he began digging around his desk. "Money, chores, whatever Wayne wants." 
Wayne held his gaze as Steve turned to appraise him. 
Would Harrington pitch a fit? 
Would he look at Wayne's work clothes, streaked with dirt and sweat, with the name of the warehouse embroidered in the corner and crinkle up his nose, just like his daddy did? 
Hopper didn't lie, but a part of Wayne wanted to see just how different this Harrington was. If the respectful demeanor was an act done for Hopper. 
Or perhaps, Hopper had mentioned Steve's father for a reason, instead of his mother. Did he adopt her ice-like approach to life? 
Micro managing and long-held grudges were Stella Harrington’s game, and she excelled at it. 
Steve however, did nothing of the sort, instead settling with the situation in a way that reminded Wayne far too strongly of the men and women who'd come home from war.
"Okay." The kid said simply, after a long moment of consideration. He turned back to Hopper. "But we need to tell the rest of the Par--" 
Here he cut a look back to Wayne, correcting himself. "the kids. I don't want them showing up at my house trying to find me and freaking out." 
"They wouldn't--" Jim paused, fingers freezing from the rummaging they'd been doing. "they absolutely would, goddammit." He muttered darkly.  
"I'll tell the kids. The only thing I want you doing right now is laying low. I need to get a hold of Owens, but it's gonna take time to do that, and more time to fix this, so as of right now, Harrington? You're on vacation." He pointed sternly, as if Steve might argue.
The kid looked too tired and messed up to bother trying. 
"I mean it. You're out of the country, where is anybody's guess. No one's seen you and no one better be seeing you, got it?" His voice held firm, and Wayne had to blink because the tone here wasn't one of a police chief warning a teenager--but of a father talking to his son.
He knew, because his own voice did that now. Took on a worried tone that masqueraded as something more like annoyance and seriousness. 
"Yes, Sir." Harrington said, remaining weirdly compliant. "Consider me gone." 
A hand came up to briefly press above one eye, and Wayne wondered if the kid had been looked over, or if they had just crammed him into Hopper's office without offering so much as a tissue box. 
How many painkillers did they have back at the house? Wayne usually kept a good bottle around, but Steve was going to need more than that…
He found himself once again cataloging Steve's wounds, this time comparing them to the medicine cabinet he had at home. 
"I expect you to be a damn good house guest, you hear me?" Hopper continued, trying to cut a menacing figure. He finally found what he was looking for; pulling out a large, padded envelope. 
He handed it over to Harrington, who took it without looking, shoving it into the duffle bag he'd had sitting at his feet. 
There was a smudge of red on the handle of said bag, that matched perfectly up to a shittily done wrap on Steve's right hand. 
Wayne mentally added 'buy more bandages' to his list. 
Steve nodded at Hopper again. "Yes, Sir."
Jim’s eyes narrowed. "Quite that, you know I hate that." 
The briefest glimmer of mischief crossed Harrington's face. "Sorry, Sir. Won't happen again, Sir."
'Ahh.' Wayne thought. 'So there's a teenager in there after all.'
Jim rolled his eyes. "Get out of my office."
"Thanks Hop." Harrington said, finally dropping that odd obedience, a hint of a smile on his battered face. 
He stood, and Wayne had to stop himself from offering an arm out as Steve reached for his bag and limped towards him. 
He paused right before he left Hopper's office, hand on the doorframe.
 "You'll check up on Robin too, right?"  He asked, and for the first time his tone took on something more alive--and filled with worry. "And Dustin? Erica?" 
"Dustin and his mom are finally taking me up on my suggestion to see their family in Florida for a while, and the Sinclairs are taking a sabbatical from Hawkins. I'm working on the Buckley's." Hopper drummed his fingers on the desk. "So far, no one else besides you and El have been targeted, and we're going to keep it that way."
Steve let out a breath, and while Wayne could tell the worry hadn't left him, he could almost physically see Steve force himself to put it away.
Another act that was far beyond the kid's years. 
A different officer popped up as they walked down the hall towards the exit, waving his hand madly. "Harrington! Chief says you forgot this!" He barked.
(Or tried to anyway. Callahan wasn’t the most aggressive of officers and frankly, never would be.)
A slim sports bag was held in his hands, and Steve nearly tripped over his own feet when he tried to turn and claim it.
"I'll get it." Wayne said, knowing his tone sounded gruff.
No use for it. He could either sound gruff or sound sad, and Wayne knew better than to start off the relationship with yet another hurt young man by acting sad.
Pity wasn't gonna win him any favors here. 
He took the bag, slinging it over his shoulder, uncaring of the wince on Harrington's face until something sharp poked at his shoulder. 
Several somethings, in fact. 
"What the hell do you got in this thing?" He asked once they hit the parking lot, voice low as he escorted Steve to his truck. 
"Just a baseball bat, sir." Steve said, in the exact same tone Eddie used every time he thought he was bein’ slick. 
Considering the thing in the bag could have passed for a baseball bat if not for the sharp pokey bits, it wasn’t a bad attempt. Steve just hadn’t accounted for the fact that Wayne lived with Eddie. 
An unfair advantage, really. 
‘Least there can’t be any baby racoons in the damn bag.’ Wayne thought idly. 
Went on to gently put the bat in the backseat, watching as the kid struggled to lift himself into the truck.
"You can drop that, I take too being called Sir about as well as Hop does." He said, keeping his tone nice and calm, hoping to ease into calling Steve out on his lie. 
Fussed with a few dials on the stereo, giving Steve an excuse to take his time before starting the engine and taking the long way home.
Wayne wanted to talk a little-- without the chance of Ed’s interrupting. 
"Son,” He started off. “I was born in the morning, but not this morning. I'm hoping to make the next few weeks as easy as I can for both of us, and I can't do that if you're starting off with a lie." 
Steve blinked, turning to face him in a matter that was too fast for his injuries. He didn't bother hiding the hurt it caused him, but his voice stayed even as he spoke.
 "What do you mean Si--Wayne." 
"Nice catch.”  Wayne said. “We’ll get you there yet.” 
It was a trick he'd learned with Eddie--little tidbits of praise went a long way when it came to gaining trust.
Especially with kids who hadn't ever been given much. 
Harrington seemed smart to it, or perhaps was just hesitant to speak in general because he remained quiet, not offering up any info. No further lies, but nothing towards the truth, neither. 
Which was fine. Wayne didn’t think a little pushing would hurt.
"That bat of yours was digging into my shoulder like a bee swarm." Wayne continued, when it became clear Steve wasn't talking. "I'm more a fan of football than baseball, but last I checked they hadn't changed the design of a bat." 
"What teams?" Steve asked, perking up a touch. "Of football. Which ones are yours?"
Wayne could ignore it of course, or demand Steve give him an answer to the question he asked. 
He did neither. "I’m liking the Colts since they got moved here. You?" 
"Green Bay Packers, though I like the Colts too--that trade in 84’ was crazy." Steve said. After a second he proved that answering instead of pushing was the right move because he added; "What did Hopper tell you? About…" He trailed off, making a gesture Wayne didn't bother trying to interpret. 
"He said some things. I've guessed a few others." Wayne admitted. Cut a little look out of the corner of his eye as he came to a stop sign. "I know the feds are real interested in you after Starcourt." 
Steve took that in, hands tightening on the handle. 
"It really is a baseball bat." He said, a little fast and with the tiniest hint of that challenge Wayne had been looking for. "It just also has nails hammered into one end." 
Wayne took that in with one nice, slow blink. 
"A bat with nails in it." He said, and it made a hell of a lot of sense compared to the sensation he'd felt carrying the case. "You use it against anyone?" 
"Some of the feds." Steve admitted, and even with his eyes on the road Wayne could tell he was being stared at.
Judged.
Not in the way one expected a rich kid to judge, but in the way Eddie had, those first few months he'd lived here. The times when  he'd push, just a little, to see what Wayne's reaction would be. 
Eddie hadn't done it in a damn long time, but Wayne recognized the behavior nonetheless. 
"Anybody else?" He asked. 
"Nobody human." Steve replied. 
"Alright." Wayne said, and made a mental note to drop all questions related to that. 
He didn't need to know, definitely didn't want to know, and had a feeling if he did know he'd find himself being watched by the same spooks after Steve.
"I've got a few deck boxes that lock on my porch. Think you'd be agreeable to leaving the bat in one?" 
Steve paused, hand clenching tighter around the strap of his duffel bag. "If you gave me a key so I could get it in an emergency,  I'd be happy to." 
He tried to sound calm, even a little charming in that sort of upper-class businessman sort of way, but the fear bled through. 
The kid wasn't happy separating from the bat, and given it sounded like it might have saved his life recently, Wayne understood the hesitation. 
With an internal apology to Eddie, he promptly threw his nephew under the proverbial bus.  "I've got my nephew at home and he'd be far too interested in it, is all. Blades and weapons and such tend to attract him, and I don't need to be rushing anyone to the ER." 
All of which were very true facts (one Wayne learned the time he'd allowed Eddie to bring a sword  home, only for him to nearly cut his own nose off winging the thing around) but he figured it might make Steve more amenable to separating from it. 
Sure enough, some of the tenseness bled out of Steve's shoulders. "Yeah that's fair." 
The truck hit a few potholes as they finally turned into the trailer park, and the kid hissed, a quiet sound. 
Judging by the uncomfortable wince, and hands clenched into his jeans something painwise was giving him trouble. 
"When was the last time you took a pain pill?" Wayne asked, doing his best to weave around the other holes that dotted the gravel roads.
Steve blinked. "Uh…" 
"You take any today son?" 
Steve his head. 
"Didn't have time to grab it." He said, offering a sad look to his pack. 
Course he hadn't. 
"Let's get you inside then and get you some." Wayne said with a sigh. Thankfully Eddie's van wasn't here--Wayne was fairly certain he had band practice today but knowing him it could be a million other things.
Just meant he had to acclimate Steve as fast as he could, to try and get the poor guy settled before Ed’s came in. 
He just hoped life and lady luck would work with him, for once. 
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luvit · 4 months
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Thinking about
Husband!Price who is so horribly, atrociously down bad for his wife. Like loves her more than breathing. She’s just had their first baby and poor girl is DEPRESSED about how her body looks. She’s been hiding herself from John because she’s afraid he won’t like her anymore, but my man is NOT having that. Maybe some angst to comfort to smut if you’re comfortable??🥰
(fem!reader, mdni 18+)
of course! i believe with my entire ass that price is the biggest simp for his wife. the only ex he's ever had, ex-gf and ex-fiancee turned wife. so if you ask him then that's all he's gonna bring up bc you're his one and only. so of course he's going to notice if there's something amiss in his wife's attitude :(
he'd probably have taken the baby to play with while he can make sure mama gets her rest. but the baby falls asleep on him fast since they love being cuddled up against his big, warm chest. so when he tries to sneak back into the bedroom to put the baby down (bc mans would not let the baby out of his sight and if it wants to sleep, it can do so under his watchful eye), he catches you standing up and trying to get dressed instead of sleeping. he's about to just walk in until he hears you huff and let out a little cry.
and that's when he realizes that you've angled yourself in front of the mirror while pulling at your skin to reveal the stretch marks you've gotten from the pregnancy. sees how you've thrown a bunch of your maternity wear onto the ground. the most recent addition being the sleep shirt you were just wearing, one that john had bought you, as you crumple it into a ball and sigh angrily. you hated how it looked on you, or rather, how you looked.
and it absolutely broke his heart to see his wife so upset over her changed appearance. but in his eyes it made you glow so much! :( the mother of his child, his wife, his little love. ugh! of course he'd have to do something about it. and for the first time, john sets the baby down in nursery crib instead of in bed between you two.
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"whatchu up to, lovie?" john's voice rumbles into the quiet room. and just makes his way over to you in hugs you from behind so he can watch your face in the mirror. he can see the way you're trying to cover up. which is a hard feat when he's already got you wrapped up in his arms.
"where's the baby?" you stutter out.
"'n the nursery. decided it's probably good to get some crib time. and i wanted to spend time with my wife." you melt into his arms, but the insecurities stay solid within you. he sees the way you can't meet his face and glance at your figure as it shows through the gaps of his arms.
he hums as he watches those wandering eyes. as much as he wants to believe it's because of those beefy arms around your waist, he knows better. instead just starts kissing the side of your face, then down your neck and to your shoulders.
"what are you doing, john?" you ask while resting palms over the backs of his hands. he rubs his face into your neck and hums, casually glancing up at you in the reflection.
"loving on my wife. why? got a problem with it?" he smiles and then rests his chin on your shoulder. starts to roam his hands over your body. it makes you squeal since you're wearing only panties right now, having been caught changing by him.
"john!"
he silences you by using a hand to turn you to kiss him. he presses a sweet, tender kiss to you. much like the ones he gives you when saying hello in the mornings and when he comes home. and his eyes? oh, they look at you with so much adoration. a dopey smile on his face and cheeks flushed as he takes you in.
"god, i'm in love with you. you know that?" he whispers to you. he then turns you back to the mirror so you can look at yourself. he rests his hands on your hips so you aren't hidden by his arms anymore. "you're perfect. don't matter what you looked like then and now and then after. love this beautiful body, love this warm heart, love this fantastic mind. i love this beautiful woman." he squeezes gently at your hips and hums behind you. it makes you tear up a bit and then he gently pushes you towards the bed.
"where are we-"
"can i show you how much i love you? how obsessed i am with you?" he asks you, eyes determined to do just that. it has you choking on your words and you're already sitting on the edge of the bed as he strips himself of his shirt already. you don't have too much of a fight in you as he crawls over you and kindly pushes you down, a hand cradling your face.
"but, john. don't i look... weird? we can wait a little longer and i can start trying to go to the gym."
"we can work out just fine by doing this," he teases with a slight smirk. he raises his eyebrows provocatively and it has you flushing even more.
"but i look-"
"like a goddess, love. s'nothing i don't love about you." he kisses you sweetly and then settles his weight a little more on you, shifting between your legs and wrapping them around his waist. "and i mean it. nothing i don't love 'bout you."
"john," you whisper out, but he kisses you again. keeps kissing you until the doubt about your own body starts to melt away because you're too focused on how his hands lovingly trace up and down your sides.
"c'mon, my sweet wife. you look amazing like this."
it makes you sigh a little, as if finally giving into his wishes. but it does warm your heart at how earnest he is. and not a shred of doubt in the look he gives you. but you're pretty sure there's a little bit of hunger in them.
"but i just gave birth."
"never looked better." he grins and rakes his eyes down your body. now you're pretty convinced. and if you weren't before, you can visibly see the way his boxers shift on their own. "in fact, what if you give me another one. bet you'll look like a dream."
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carnivalcarrion · 4 months
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i wanted to make an alternate more canon-compliant butterfly Howdy... similar but Different! the wings were a pain in my ass!
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wigglesdtuff · 9 months
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My arms around his neck My fingers laced a crown I was a heavy heart to carry But he never let me down
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reineydraws · 1 year
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so there's this post that talks about how people call jason's curved knife a kris but it's not a kris 'cuz why would he have a southeast asian knife? and op's tags say if you're gonna give him an 'exotic' weapon at least make him malay or something. a later reblog adds a filipino kris as an example, and then i was like, 'omg, jason in a barong tho.' SO i tried designing a bat-barong inspired by his hood logo, for a filipino jason haha. and now here we are! 😊✨️🇵🇭
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evie…..mal….my beloveds 🤲💕
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kkatsukiswife · 4 months
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modern world au with the fushiguros and gojo as your next door neighbors
megumi is 12 and tsumiki is idk 15? and everyday they come home after school by themselves, because gojo is young and busy trying to get hold of his family’s corrupt business. also he needs to feed two kids.
you bump into them every now and then, catching the elevator together or making your way into your apartment as gojo is dragging megumi out to his tennis class. it’s always fun talking to them, even if those moments are brief you still get to see them interact in their own special way.
the nature of their relationship is still a mystery to you though, having heard gojo refer to them as “his kids but not his kids”. tsumiki calls him gojo sensei, and megumi doesn’t talk to him.
one day you come home after work, it’s well past midday and you’re starving. but as soon as you step out of the elevator your eyes fall to the ground and land on the two kids sitting against their apartment door.
“oh, hi… are you locked out?” the first one to look up is the youngest, a cold stare with long dark eyelashes piercing through you.
“our stupid guardian is punishing us.”
what.
you try not to freak out. gojo doesn’t seem like a strict parent, but you have heard his screaming matches with megumi. thin walls.
could it be? it isn’t none of your business really, but… they’re so young and they’re probably hungry…
“don’t say it like that!” the eldest’s voice interrupts your train of thought, “I left my keys in the grocery bag-“
“-the one gojo put all my books in this morning AND took to work with him.”
tsumiki’s eyes fill with tears and you start to panic. “oh! oh well it’s okay, things like this happen all the time! we can call your d-uhm uuh gojo and tell him to come home early” you smile at them, trying to get rid of the tension in the air.
“we’ve been trying to get in contact with him but the idiot won’t answer” megumi’s face is horrible, his eyebrows are pulled together and his lips down in an ugly scowl.
“okay okay, mmh what about an uncle? or an aunt? some other relative we can call?” please say there’s someone
“we can try shoko… but gojo is not gonna be happy about it” tsumiki suggests.
“yeah she’ll bully him for years” at least megumi smiles a little at the thought
damn it, the last thing you want is leaving the kids in the hands of someone your neighbor doesn’t trust.
you lose all hope, as you start to fumble with your keys and debating on whether you should invite them in or not. it wouldn’t be creepy, right? they’re locked out, hungry, tired, and there’s no other responsible adult around. but still these aren’t your kids, you know nothing about them, what if they’re allergic to your cat? what if they take a specific medicine? the girl is already on the verge of crying how would you deal with that?
“nanami is the best option” megumi says and your face lights up.
“great! let’s call-”
“I don’t have his number” tsumiki’s voice is by now a whisper, so soft and fragile. “sorry”
and she’s crying. great.
that’s how you end up with a snarky pre-adolescent and an emotional teenager sitting on your couch. your hands are sweating crazy.
“ok so is any of you allergic to anything?” let’s start off with the basics.
“no ma'am we’re not” her brother hasn’t spoken since you invited them in, leaving tsumiki as the only communicator.
“okay… you don’t have to call me ma'am. now what would you like to eat? or drink? or maybe you’d like to rest a bit? I could help you out with your homework!” there goes your cool aunt facade, bolting out the door.
“we’re fine! don’t worry!” the girl smiles and her puffy lids make her red eyes almost disappear. and then their tummies roar.
“that’s it im feeding you”
turns out megumi is a picky eater and his sister is an angel. she devours the veggies and rice you make for them, while her brother leaves half of the food still intact. you do manage to catch his attention with sweets, introducing him to a paste of peanut butter and dark chocolate of your own invention. it’s not hard to convince him to mix that with bites of banana, trying to at least get him to eat a fruit.
their so called guardian doesn’t show up until late in the evening, leaving you to nanny his kids. now listen, it’s not the worst case scenario. the kids are nice.
tsumiki is really smart and so so so polite, she’s a big sister after all. you paint her nails and braid her hair, she tells you about the boy she has a crush on. and megumi… he’s a special boy. a bit grumpy, stays silent for most of the evening, only opening up his mouth to complain about gojo’s lack of responsibility. at times he seems immersed in an old book of yours he found in your bookshelf, and then you remember.
“uhm, so… why exactly did you end up locked out of your home? if you care to explain” they’ve grown comfortable enough around you so you think such a question won’t come as invasive.
the siblings turn their heads to look at each other. megumi sighs and puts down the book.
“I’ve been skipping tennis class for the past three months, spending the hour reading at a park nearby. gojo got mad and he took my books away. tsumiki’s keys where in the bag he put them in, we didn’t know.”
you don’t know what to think. yes it’s bad that the kid was lying to his guardian, but he was reading. a 12 year old kid. reading. for pleasure. why would that make anyone mad?
“it’s dumb isn’t it? I bet he’s jealous cause he can’t read” you try to muffle your laugh but end up snorting, earning a smirk from the minion.
“ megumi! you know how hard he works for us, it wasn’t nice of you to lie and let him waste that money!” his sister snaps, and you start to reconsider whose side you’re on. tsumiki turns to you, “ gojo sensei thinks megumi should go out more and make friends. and I agree, he’s always in his room with his nose buried in a book or some video game”
okay now gojo doesn’t sound as irresponsible as you mapped him out to be.
“but I don’t like sports! it’s stupid! he can’t force me to do something I don’t enjoy” touché
“he worries about you!”
“well he shouldn’t cause he’s not my dad!”ouch
and the nice evening goes to shit. luckily their sour bickering stops when the sound of the elevator reaches your ears. please, let it be gojo.
you get up from your spot at the couch and run to the door, slamming it open and coming face to face with the tall man you know as your neighbor.
“get your kids”
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wrongspacetime · 4 months
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Limoreau + kisses
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fuckyeah-bears · 6 months
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I woke up to find a squirrel in my apartment this morning
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neutral-party · 1 year
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one last try on this work tonight, bc tumblr isn't having it apparently
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homerforsure · 2 months
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Having this half formed thought about how Buck will do anything to save a relationship except fight for it and Eddie will fight for ones he doesn’t even want just so he doesn’t fail at them and let the other person down.
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BUDDY DADDIES  —  episode eight
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bloodcoveredgf · 6 months
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made another horror ask game because it was so fun the last few times!! enjoy <3
most recent horror movie you watched
most recent horror movie you watched and hated
most recent horror movie you watched and loved
actor(s)/actress(es) you Would love to see in a horror movie/more horror movies
a subgenre you would love to watch more of/see more movies being made in the subgenre
a horror movie you liked but wouldnt recommend to most people (give a reason if youd like to)
a horror movie you want to recommend to people
a horror movie you liked but will probably never rewatch (give a reason if youd like to)
a horror movie that you turned off before it was fully over (give a reason if youd like to)
a horror movie you wish you could watch again like its the first time
a horror movie/or horror movies you could rewatch the most times
a horror movie that stuck with you for weeks after you watched it (give a reason if youd like to)
a horror movie with the best soundtrack (or! your favorite horror movie soundtracks)
most memorable/your favorite horror movie trailer(s)
a horror movie/horror movies you wish you had in your collection
the first horror movie you saw that truly ignited your love for the genre
a decade you have seen the most horror movies from
a decade you want to watch more horror movies from
a horror movie you really love the use of practical gore effects in
creatures you wish were featured in more horror movies
a horror movie you like that a lot of people dislike
a horror character that actually creeps you out/scares you
the horror movie/horror movies from your favorite subgenre that got you into that subgenre
a horror movie that you love to/would love to watch with other people to see their reactions/etc
the best/your favorite horror movie plot twist
a horror movie you didnt expect to like but you did
an upcoming horror movie youre looking forward to watching
favorite teen slasher
favorite body horror
favorite 80s horror movie
favorite horror movie of all time <3
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2smolbeans · 29 days
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Yandere and angst mixed in one fic
Thanks for the request!! It's not really a fic but a thought based on that.Thouughhh the qualilty is kinda ehhh..lol- it was still fun to think and write though!:
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Yandere Angst Scenario
Tags: implied bullying, sadism, yandere goes from cruel to a desperate individual, darling had feelings for the yan but then lost them, mentioned ex partner, angst.
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Imagine a yandere who absolutely despises you but desperately clings onto you. They need you but at the same time berate you for the littlest of things. They say they love you but never fail to make you cry. They claim that you have them wrapped around your thumb but can easily ruin your life just by muttering a few words into someone's ear. You try to get away, but they always follow.
There's been multiple times where they've come into your workplace, only to slowly turn everyone against you. Passive glances, total silence, uncomfortable deadpanned stares. You've never felt so alone whenever they were in your life. You'd be all alone, and they would always be surrounded by others- smiling and passing by you without any acknowledgment. There was one time at a company celebration where everyone was supposed to be at a bar drinking together. Everyone sat at a table together, and you sat there alone, watching them. When you prepared to leave, you recalled them paying their farewells. You smiled, thinking it was for you, but only to realise in embarrassment that it was for the newbie who stood up after you made your way to the door. You remembered how empty you felt when you got home, no tears to be shed - but just that suffocating acceptance.
The worst part is, this person, the reason why your social life has always been in the dumps - was the person you were so in love with. It's funny how that works. Shouldn't you hate them? You can't bring yourself to though..It seemed so long ago, but there was one point that the two of you were in good terms. Were you friends? You weren't so sure. The memories were so distant, but the feelings were still there. Why did you like them again?
That didn't matter anymore. It didn't help that they were with someone you knew closesly only to hurt you out of spite. So what was the point in all this? The gossiping, the microaggressions, the dread. You've tried confronting them about it, only for them to feign innocence and make you feel stupid at the end.
"You think I'm the reason why your social life is shit? Seriously? How old are you?"
"Take a look in the mirror. Maybe that's why no one talks to you."
"Your desperation is so obvious and pathetic. It drives people away. So stop seeking validation from others and love yourself, kay?"
"Now sorry, I'm busy. I have someone to meet. Unlike you."
So this person that you love so much, that for some awful reason- seek validation from, crushes you in the most heartwrenching way. And when it comes to this person, they don't pay any mind to you. They like how you're underneath them. They adore how you seek validation from them in the most subtle of ways (even though its not really to them personally), and they find you laughable. You knew that for sure - they've told you so many times.
So, did they love you? Surprisingly, yes. In their own twisted way, this is how they loved you. So they break your heart over and over again. Eventually, though, you move on. You find new friends, workplaces, and lover.. Of course it would happen, nothing lasts forever. They let you have your fun of course- but begin to get tired of it. So they take it away all over again. Your friends..And of course, that lover.
So there you are, angry with tears as you stand outside their apartment. Banging on the door as you call out their name. They answer, and they stare at you- smiling as they tilt their head to the side mockingly, asking you whats wrong. You yell, scream, and sob as you show them the messages you're now ex sent you. How they framed you for cheating on them..With them.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? What the actual FUCK is wrong with you. I never fucked you, I never- EVER will. So why did you say that- why, WHY?! Wasn't it enough when you made my life at the office a living hell? Isn't it enough?!"
"Oh, you came. That was quick. Do you wanna come in? Or do you wanna continue making a scene out here? Your choice."
"A-Are you even listening?"
"In or out?"
So you go inside..And you just sit there on their couch crying. You think for a moment they have some remorse as they stare at you with empathy as they sit beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder..But..
"Oh hun..I just love seeing you cry. That's it. It's not over pure love or some complicated shit. It just turns me on seeing you all pathetic."
"I need you by my side. You're the only one who could ever feel so..Alive like this. Maybe I do love you. Who knows?"
"Maybe we could find out..I'm sorry you have to suffer like this..But..I mean what else is there to say pft?"
"I know I'm being selfish. So just bare with me alright?"
"I think I love you. I don't want you being with anyone else. At the same time..I want you crying because of me. Then that shows me how much I matter to you"
"You don't cry over a nobody..So I'm somebody to you"
"Don't you see why that's special? It's stupid...So huh, maybe I am in love with you."
"....I love you. I think? That's why I'm doing all this.."
Laughing bitterly, you just stare in disbelief as you shove them and leave.
"There’s something fucking wrong with you. Get help."
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Years later they would get softer as they realised how much you really mean to them. How much love you actually deserved, how dumb they were to use you in a way that was cruel. Sure even now they had sadistic urges, but they could've acted on them in other ways. God it's embarrassing thinking about it! Looking back on their cruelty like it was some middleschool cringe and not ruining someones well being- they often think about you and the ways they could bring you back.
They messed up, and the day you left and never returned made them realise it.
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"Hey, it's me-"
"Who the fuck are you? H-How did you get in?! Why are you in my house-"
"Look..I wanted to say sorry. 5 years ago I never realised how much you really meant to me, and I took that for-"
"I don't care go away. I'm calling the cops-"
"Says who? Try it, the service is dead."
"What..?"
"Look. I know you must've been pissed for the shit I pulled back then..But I changed! The day you left, I realised that-"
"Oh my god..It's you.."
"Yeah.. I know it's been a while.."
"Wasn't making my life miserable back then enough? Or not? You took a lot from me back then, what more could you want now?"
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"So now you're sorry? You're only sorry cause I left. I'm never loving you, I never will."
"Well you don't know that.."
"Ohhh trust me. I know so."
"We'll see about that."
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"Honey..Look stop struggling. I know back then I must've really hurt you, but it's going to be different now okay? I love you. I mean it. And I don't care how far I have to go to show that to you"
"I know you love me. You loved me before..So I know you'll love me again. I'm not the same as I was before, I promise!"
"Give me another chance..I promise I'll make you happy"
"So stop struggling, or I'll twist that pretty leg of yours."
"Aww..Sorry hun. Didn't mean to slap you that hard but- I think I kind of like this look on you.."
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A/N: So I tried to go for a sadistic yandere being cruel to their darling who had feelings for them but then went too far...Only for their darling to no longer like them due to the heart break!
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