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[yanmaresu]

Any chance you could continue this with an overblot Idia sketch

I've been wanting to continue the overblot povs for a while! It's just that I hadn't really read chapter six until now haha thanks for reminding me ( ´ ω ` )

Now, just to clear some confusion, this drawing can be considered like an alternate ending to the previous post.

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Chapter Six is Live

Welcome to Chapter Six everyone! I really am hoping you enjoy this one. It's a bit different from the others but the district you have to go to is endlessly fascinating to me.

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Rating: Explicit Additional Tags: Fix-It of Sorts, Mpreg, Getting Together, Fluff and Smut, Light Angst, Idiots in Love, Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski are Eli Hale's Parents, Top/Bottom Versatile Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Explicit Sexual Content, Barebacking, Knotting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mentioned Past Relationships

Summary:

Stiles rolled over onto his side and reached out to turn off the lamp on his nightstand, leaving the room in darkness as he settled back in bed. “Promise me I won’t see you in two days…” Derek didn’t answer for a while, and when he did, he spoke quietly—almost a whisper. “I can’t do that. You know I can’t do that.” Stiles took a deep breath and let it out slowly, wiping at his face and closing his eyes. “I’ll see you in two days then, Derek.” If Derek was going to get himself killed, Stiles promised himself he’d be there to try and stop it. Whatever it took. “Be ready.” “Stiles…” The way Derek said his name was almost pained. “Please be careful. I— Just be careful, okay?” “You know me,” Stiles replied, unsure what else he could say. *** aka what really happened after the raid and how they lived happily ever after.

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chapter six: Look Up

emily and hotch go on their first date. sort of? not really. but sort of.

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[darkness-and-books]

The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter 6: Clumsy Greetings

eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader

⚠️: minor injury, slight language

word count: 2,907

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There was an incessant pinging sound coming from the living room, Why in god’s name would anyone be here before my alarm even goes off?!?. Leonard grumbled and rolled over when a yelp came from beneath him. “Oh! I’m sorry, darlin!” He nearly fell out of bed, and took the blanket with him trying to roll back to his own side of the bed. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll get the door. You should get more sleep if you can,” Y/N encouraged as she walked out of the room to see what was happening out there. That’s nice of her, I coulda gotten it though, Leonard thought as he went back to sleep, seeing as he hadn’t been particularly awake to begin with.

Y/N opened the door to be met with Captain Kirk, she stepped outside the door and let it close behind her. “Good morning Captain, what can I do for you?” She greeted, voice still laden with sleep. “Have you seen Bones?!? I called him, but no one picked up, went to his quarters and no one was there! I’ve been checking rooms between his quarters and here looking for him!” Kirk rushed to explain in a single breath. “Why do you ask?” Y/N followed, fully aware of where the Doctor was, but not willing to give him away to the captain unless it was actually necessary. “For one thing his shift started fifteen minutes ago, and for another we have an injury on the bridge,” He explained to her in a voice that told her she probably should have answered the question instead of asking her own. “Aren’t there other doctors?” Y/N asked, fiddling with the cuff of her nightgown. “Yes, but-” Kirk was cut off by the sound of Y/N’s alarm sounding from inside her quarters. “Y/N what do you want me to do about this damned thing?!?!” Leonard asked, muffled by the door. The captain smirked, “I see, you’re keeping him to yourself. Just tell him I told him it wouldn’t be so bad and that he’s late,” Kirk pressed, continuing to walk away with a devious grin plastered to his face. She wasn’t sure what he meant by ‘it wouldn’t be so bad’, but she went back into her now shared quarters anyway. She took a stop in the kitchen and put the kettle on again before she walked back to the bedroom. As she stepped into the doorway of the bedroom she stopped to see Leonard up now and toying with the alarm to get it to stop. Y/N took him in, now seeing him for the first time this morning in all his early morning radiance: hair mussed and nightgown rumpled. “I guess you’re late,” Y/N announced, now making her presence behind him known. “Shit, am I really?!” Leonard asked looking back to the clock in his hands, he looked back up to her, “How did you know that?” He asked. “That was the Captain, he came to say you were late and that he couldn’t find you,” she relayed, “Gah, dammit Jim!” Leonard exclaimed as he ran to the closet for a uniform. Y/N giggled in his wake and grabbed a uniform for herself as well, opting to change in the bedroom since Leonard was already in the bathroom. “Bye, have a good day doing whatever you do!” Leonard shouted, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing. Y/N was still tying her shoes when she heard this and giggled at the thought of him running down the hall. Maybe having a roommate will be fun. She walked out of their quarters with a pair of gardening gloves half tucked into the waistband of her pants. Y/N turned down the hall just in time to see the turbo lift doors close with Leonard behind them. Y/N decided on skipping breakfast that morning, something she knew she would regret later, but wasn’t worried about at the moment. She took the stairs down to the botany lab, a time consuming route she could afford to take because she was already early. She had a lot of reports to fill out on that Cotton Candy Flower, including giving it an actual scientific name instead of continuing to call it cotton candy. When Y/N arrived in the botany department she found it empty, something that wasn’t surprising as most botany personnel tended to be at breakfast right now. She sat down at the bench with her cotton candy flowers, tapped on her padd to turn it on and hit the audio recording button. She always preferred recording her notes as she went because the gardening gloves didn’t allow her to use the touch screen.

Leonard caught a glimpse of Y/N down the hall just as the turbo lift closed, he would have caught the door for her, but it was mostly closed by the time he caught her eyes and he wasn’t about to catch his fingers in the door just to be polite. Of course you overslept, you didn’t set alarm, He felt like an idiot, Leonard would have to do his best to avoid the bridge today. He walked into his office and fell gracelessly into his chair. Just what I always wanted, more paperwork, Leonard grumbled as he sat up to take a look through all of his newly acquired papers. If I just strap everyone on this death trap to their bed, then no one can get hurt, job done, Leonard thought to himself as he rifled through to find some of the most terrifyingly ridiculous injuries he’d seen. Nurse Chapel walked into his office, “The captain’s here to see you,” She informed and walked away without leaving room for him to argue with her. Today must be my lucky day, Leonard straightened in anticipation of Jim’s entrance. “So,” Jim started as he walked in and took a seat without being asked, “Enjoy yourself in Y/N’s bed?” He asked with a devious smirk. “My doings are none of your concern, and I’ll have you know she slept so far to the other side of the bed, I’m surprised she didn’t fall off,” McCoy retorted sternly. “Alright, alright, I get it. Grumpy cause you didn’t get any,” he joked with his hands up in mock surrender, earning himself an even stronger brand of glare from Leonard. “Did you come here for something other than to harass me?” McCoy asked venomously, “Just saying hi,” Jim defended, standing up, “Well you’ve done that now,” Leonard was absolutely not in the mood, not that he usually was, but today he already seemed worse than usual. Jim walked out of McCoy’s office, requesting that the rest of the medical staff leave Leonard alone unless it was an emergency. Clearly something was eating at him and Jim would hate for unsuspecting patients and staff to be caught in the crossfire. Leonard sank further into his chair with a hand over his face before standing up and leaving his office to check in on his patients. As he walked through the medbay the whole medical staff did their best to stay as far out of his way as possible.

Y/N stood from her station to get some petri dishes for soil samples, she put on her headphones before leaving the room, a habit she had developed in order to avoid awkward conversations. With her headphones on and her music playing as loud as was reasonably possible, Y/N headed to the supply closet. Opening the door and walking in she tripped over a plant pot, she let out a squeal as she fell forward. Y/N gritted her teeth in pain as she felt that her ankle had twisted in a way that it definitely shouldn’t be able to under normal circumstances. “Sulu!” Y/N called, knowing that in his spare time he liked to hang out in the botany labs. Nothing, he wasn’t there, Guess I have to do this myself. She gripped the door frame for support as she pulled herself up, Y/N stood leaning against the door for a moment more. Breathe in, breathe out, now walk She swung on the doorframe trying to keep weight off of her ankle and began to limp towards the turbo lift as she dragged against the wall. Of all the times to get hurt, I picked a time when somehow no one’s around Y/N heaved as she got to the turbo lift, she would have to step away from the wall to get in, and she really didn’t want to. Here goes nothing she braced herself as she stepped away from the wall, pain shot through her leg, she was starting to wish she had just waited for someone to find her in the supply closet. When the door opened she slowly moved in and fell against the wall, taking a breath of relief as her ankle was relieved of pressure, “Medbay,” Y/N groaned and tried not to think about her ankle or about the looks she would get when she got off the lift. The door opened again to reveal medical personnel in a sea of blue shirts, one looked over to see Y/N pulling herself out of the lift and rushed to help. “Here,” the girl said, taking Y/N’s arm to put it over herself. “How’d it happen?” the nurse asked, “Tripped over a planting pot,” Y/N answered, trying her best not to sound too pathetic. “Botany personnel or just stealing their supplies?” The nurse joked in an attempt to distract Y/N as she sat down on a chair in the waiting area, “Don’t worry, someone will get to you in a moment,” The nurse reassured before leaving to do whatever it was she needed to do. Leonard was walking back into his office, “Oh, hi Len,” Y/N waved with a smile. “Oh, hi Y/N,” Leonard greeted without looking up from his padd as he continued. He stopped abruptly, looking back at Y/N, “What are you doing here?” McCoy asked with a raised eyebrow. “Just thought I’d sprain my ankle for funsies!” Y/N joked downtroddenly with a quick look at her ankle. “Oh for the love of god,” Leonard murmured, “Come on,” He said as he picked you up. Leonard took Y/N into his office and sat her down, he left her in the chair and searched his desk drawers for a tricorder. “Well,” He said, reading the tricorder, “At least you didn’t break it, the best we can really do is wrap it and keep you off of it,” He told Y/N with a smile that disappeared in an instant. "You can stay there if you want," Leonard offered as he sat back down in his own chair behind his desk.

Looking up to see the clock, Leonard sees the time, “you hungry?” He asks, seeing as it’s almost noon. “Starving, honestly,” Y/N replies, remembering that she had yet to eat today. “Alright, what do you want?” Leonard asked, ready to bring back whatever she requested. "Whatever you bring back, I'm not picky and it's all replicator food," Y/N answered, trying to find a way to settle her ankle. "Alright then, but don't complain if I bring back something you don't like," Leonard warned. He tended only to do what he absolutely had to, but for some reason he found himself jumping at the chance to do something for Y/N. it was just that they had to live together indefinitely, he told himself this repeatedly as he left his office and went down to the officers mess for food. Leonard couldn’t actually decide what to pick as far as food, he tended to air on the bland side, that way he couldn’t be disappointed by the fact that the replicators very rarely got flavours right, they were always just a bit off. Y/N probably favoured sweeter flavours, Leonard thought as he found himself sifting through the dessert cartridges. Leonard didn’t think he’d ever felt so much anxiety over what food to pick. Is Y/N really a sweets person or is that just a silly assumption?, as he asked himself this footsteps came up behind him.

“Oh, hey, Bones! Fancy seeing you here,” Jim greeted as he gave Leonard a clap on the back. “Could you not?” He grumbled as he continued to pretend considering what he was gonna pick for lunch. “You don’t usually eat lunch. What’s up?” Jim lightly questioned, “Well maybe if you didn’t get so many people injured on away missions, I wouldn’t be too busy to eat!” Leonard shot back without regard for anyone nearby who might be listening, or really just within earshot. He opened his mouth to continue having it out with Jim when his ears closed in on the sound of uneven and inconsistent footsteps, accompanied by a more stable set of footsteps. Leonard looked away from Kirk and focused on where the steps were coming from. Dammit, why won’t anyone listen to me, he began to fume as he saw Y/N walking up behind Jim, supported by Christine. “What are you doing?” Leonard asked, a strange combination of anger and concern boiling inside of him. Y/N Looked up to him with a pained smile as she let go of Christine to wave at him. Jim looked behind him to see who McCoy was talking to and turned back to Leonard with a raised eyebrow.

“You said you would bring back lunch, but I didn’t think I would have to wait three to five business days for you to come back with it!” Y/N smiled, some of her sass, which Leonard hadn’t seen before, peaking through. Jim looked at Leonard with a pressing glance and a smirk, he shot back a ‘not now’ glare. “I couldn’t decide what I thought you might want,” He admitted, briefly looking down at the floor and stealing Y/N’s signature move. Y/N smiled deeper and attempted to move closer, only to lose balance of her weight and fell into Leonard’s arms. He readjusted her so that she was more comfortably resting her weight off of her bad ankle and leaning into his side. “I told you I’m not picky,” Y/N reasoned in a near whine, pressing even further into Leonard’s side to punctuate her point. Leonard briefly considered the idea of wrapping his arm around Y/N’s waist, in the name of keeping her stable of course. In the end he decided he had better not do it in case she didn’t like it or it made her uncomfortable. “Well you should have just told me what you wanted to eat instead, then I’d already have brought you food and you wouldn’t be here walking on your ankle,” Leonard added the last part rather sternly. “Well just grab me a Y/F/F smoothie,” Y/N said, turning around and nearly falling over trying to reach for the cartridge. Leonard quickly caught her with both arms caged around her waist, “Maybe just let me get that for you,” Leonard kindly offered as he put back the cartridges Y/N had knocked out of place and grabbed one for a Y/F/F smoothie. All the while keeping a hand firmly pressed into her side. “Alright, walk with me here,” Leonard said as he began to guide Y/N towards a table where she could sit down. He carefully lowered her onto the bench, making sure not to bother her ankle. “I’ll be right back with your smoothie, don’t move this time,” Leonard ordered as he walked back to the replicators, cartridge in hand. “Getting a little handsy over there,” Jim remarked while wiggling his eyebrows, “I can’t help that she’s too clumsy for her own good. Now get out of the way,” He said, shouldering Jim. McCoy stood in front of the replicator and waited a moment for the little door to slide up again to reveal Y/N’s smoothie. So I wasn’t entirely wrong with the sweets thing, he told himself rather proudly as he popped in the cartridge for his sandwich and waited again. Leonard walked back to the table where Y/N sat across from Christine, Sandwich and smoothie in hand. “Do you wanna try eating here or head back to medbay?” He asked, glancing at Y/N’s ankle as he placed the food on the table. She looked down at her ankle and then to the bench, “Back to the medbay?” She asked, seeming to have decided that it wasn’t worth the work to get her legs over the bench. “Whatever you like,” He said as he sat down next to you and put an arm around your waist. “Ready?” Leonard asked, Y/N gave a nod and prepared herself. “And up,” He guided her up in one swift motion. They stood still together for a moment, being sure of their balance, “Ready to try walking?” Leonard asked, looking down at her. “I think so, yeah,” Y/N replied. “Nurse Chapel,” He turned his head to look back at Christine, “Would you grab our food and follow us back to the medbay?” Leonard asked her as politely as he could manage. “Of course,” Christine answered, picking up the food and following behind them. The walk was slow, but not too uncomfortable for Leonard, although he was becoming tired of leaning so far to the side so that Y/N wouldn’t be too uncomfortable.

I hit a brick wall like halfway through writing this chapter and dead stopped writing it for three days. 💀☠️

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The Mandalorian—

1.06 CHAPTER 6: THE PRISONER

[ericshoney]

The Mafia Boss ~ Chapter six

Y/n's POV

A month. Its been a month since I returned to my old friends for a catch up. I haven't been back since, nobody but Beatrix has messaged me, which isn't often, I presume Sunghoon monitors her phone.

But now, its about two am. I was cleaning the bar at work, the night has been fairly quiet tonight. Lia has already gone home, so it was just me dealing with the few customers we had. As I was cleaning the empty bottles away, I hear a glass slam on the bar counter. I turn around to see a very drunk customer.

"Hey lady! Get me another beer!" He demanded.

"Sir, your very drunk. I suggest you go home. Would you like me to call you a taxi?" I offer.

"No! Get me another beer, now!" He exclaims loudly.

"Your too drunk." I reply. He slams his fist down on the bar.

"Third time, woman! Get me another beer!" He shouts.

"The lady is right, your far too drunk. Now you walking out on your own, or you need a hand." I hear a deep, cold voice call. I look up to see Park Sunghoon. His exterior much colder than it use to be. I barely recognise him.

"Who the fuck are you?!" The man shouts, launching himself at Sunghoon, who pushes the man to the ground.

"Your worse nightmare. Now get the fucking hell out this bar, never return or I'll burn your body to the ground." Sunghoon growls, the man stumbles out the bar quickly.

"Umm.... thanks." I mumble, cleaning the bar, Sunghoon stands and nods.

"I saved you, now I need you to return a favour." I look up at him.

"Favour? For what? Some guy was harassing me and your acting like Batman. I don't owe you anything." I reply. He smirks and chuckles.

"I could have stood by and let that dirty ass man do something, but I didn't. Now your done for the night, come with me." He said, I look into his eyes and see darkness.

"Why should I?" I question, crossing my arms across my chest.

"I saved you. You at least owe me a chat." He answers. I sigh and check the time.

"Fine, let me get my stuff, any funny business and I call the cops." I said, glaring up at him, but he chuckles.

"I own the cops. Like they would do anything." He reply.

I turn on my heels and head off to get my bag from my locker. As I'm in the room, I look at the window, I know I could fit, but why bother running when its pointless. I grab my stuff and head out to see Sunghoon standing in the same spot.

"Lets go then." I said. He nods, pushing his hands into his pockets.

We begin to leave and I just wonder how and why he turned up when he did.

[starryhazerry]

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Chapter Six

[hellishjoel]

The way I'm equal parts excited and terrified for cinnamon girl chapter 6 🥹 I just want our girl and Joel to be happy!!!

I feel so bad making ya'll so nervous (I don't, watching from behind the curtain is magnificent) but I'll share this with you for now <3

“What?” You ask, crossing your arms as you lean back in the booth.  He shakes his head, soft smile silently admiring you. “Y’do this little… happy dance once ya eat. When you’re hungry, ya sigh a lot and get real quiet. Tap your foot a lot when you’re real hungry. But then when you’re full, ya just..” Joel tries to mimic you, slowly swaying his body back and forth and shimmying his shoulders. You scoff and toss a spare fry at his chest.  “I do not look like that!” Joel only chuckles and eats the fry, shaking his head again with that gentle smile. One that he seems to only share with you.  “Don’t worry ‘bout it. S’cute.”

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Day in Fandom History: April 9…

Avocato receives a message from Little Cato and finally finds his location, not knowing it’s more than a trap, and asks Gary to help him liberate his son as Quinn, just as she is about to leave, learns a little more about Gary through a series of vlogs during his five-year sentence. “Chapter Six” premiered on this day, 6 Years Ago.

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Map to Hope: 6

Omg so sorry for long this has taken!! But here we are, chapter 6! Going to hopefully work on chap 7 tonight!

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-An arranged marriage twenty years in the making comes calling for Madara Uchiha. Now that Konoha has stabilized, his bride-to-be is ready to be at his side. But is Madara ready for what marriage all entails?

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Y/N was excited for the day. The rest of her clan's people were entering Konoha. Mainly excited for her best friend, Ellie, and her husband, Evan, to be coming. It had only been five weeks since she had seen them, and even with written communication she had missed them. Telling Madara during their meals about her friends had her home sick, mostly for the people she’d grown close to. 

She was surprised to see Madara joining her in greeting them at the gate. “Are you sure you’re able to come?” Y/N asked. It was a pleasant surprise, they didn’t get time together without her mother. 

“Of course, Tobirama can keep Hashirama in place.” Madara said, looking her over. “Why? Do you not want me here?”

“No, that’s not it at all. I just don’t want to take up too much of your time. I understand you’re busy between being clan leader, and working with Lord Hokage.” Y/N explained. She certainly enjoyed any time spent with Madara-though it seemed she did most of the talking now. 

“You know, you need not call him Lord Hokage. Hashirama will not be offended. You’ve been bringing us lunch every day. Neither he or Tobirama are that formal.” Madara pointed out. “And I’ll do my best to not be too busy for you.”

She couldn’t help but blush. “Thank you.” Y/N looked down over her clothing and adjusted it. She had finally convinced her mother that traditional dress was unnecessary. 

“I like this.” Madara said suddenly.

“What?”

“The clothing you’ve been wearing. It’s better than those dresses. You look more comfortable like this.” He added.

“Oh, yeah, my mother likes traditional wear.” She said linking her arm with his as they left. “She’s definitely more traditional than I like. Especially when it comes to clothing. While it’s not as if I don’t like the dresses she picks out, I don’t want to wear them all the time either.”

“I’ve noticed, a very strict woman.” Madara said, surprised Y/N touched him so easily. It was a nice feeling, she wasn’t afraid of him. Not that he’d ever given her reason to, but his reputation on the battlefield did proceed him. Some people seemed to be scared just speaking his name.

“She means well, it was just how she was raised and how she’s tried to raise me.” She pointed out. 

“Tried?” Madara found his fiancés fire intriguing. He was beginning to see it more as they spent time together.

“You’ll understand when you meet my best friend-Ellie. She was the wild child and I followed right along.” She chuckled. “She grew up on a farm and I was more than happy to spend my time there then in stuffy clothing.” 

“Ah rough and tumble.” Madara was trying to imagine y/n as a young girl running wild on farm land. “Seems more fitting than a strict setting.” Though he had trouble imagining her with such long braids running around on a farm. 

—

They kept up light conversation as they walked to the gates. When they arrived a few people were already trickling in. Y/N waved at people she recognized, smiling and welcoming them as they entered.

“There you two are!” Both Y/N and Madara turn around to see Hashirama jogging towards them. “Oh I was hoping I could be here to welcome some people.”

“Shouldn’t you be at work? With Tobirama?” Madara asked, his eye twitching. Y/N had to cover her mouth from giggling at her fiancés clear annoyance. 

“Oh don’t worry, I told him I’d be out for a long lunch. Especially since our sweet dear is unable to bring us our lunch.” Hashirama explained. “You two look very lovely together.”

“Hashirama, she’s not your sweet dear.” Madara hissed, pulling her close to his side. “And you know damn well, you’re hiding from Tobirama. There’s no way he let you out.”

“Y/N!!” A loud squeal came. A young woman, short blonde hair and a beaming face started running towards them. 

“Ellie!” Y/N squealed in return, the two women hugged and jumped together. “Oh my gods! I’ve missed you!” 

“I’ve missed you. Oh thank divine your mother stopped dressing you.” Ellie teased, both women laughing. “Oh? You’re not here alone! Oh let me guess.” Linking arms Y/N led Ellie to Madara and Hashirama. 

“Okay,” the young woman hummed looking between the two men. “Hm tall, dark, handsome, and mono colored clothes-you must be Lord Madara Uchiha?” Ellie chuckled. “And sunshine tall as a tree, must be Lord Hokage Hashirama??” 

“Oh I see your fiancé has been telling her friends about us.” Hashirama nudged Madara. “Correct, and who might you be?” 

“Ellie, Y/n's best friend.” She said smiling as she offered her hand out. Hashirama beamed as he shook her hand. “It’s so good to finally meet you both.” She said, shaking hands with Madara as well. 

“Damn it woman! Running off like a child.” A man huffed as he marched up to them. “Don’t tempt me to get a harness and leash.” 

“This is my husband, Evan.” She said, the man nodded to each of them. “Now, darling, pay up.” Ellie said, holding her hand out. Hashirama pouts a bit hearing this man was her husband. 

“Fuck. Fine.” 

“Evan, you should know better than to bet against your wife. She’s never lost-Ellie is what we call a sweet summer child but she’s a serious gambler.” Y/n explained. “What was the bet?”

“Oh a fellow gambler, you and I will have to play a few games.” Hashirama said beaming-A similar gleam in Ellie’s blue eyes as she nodded yes.

“I said, you’d be here to greet us with at least your fiancé. And a high chance of the Lord Hokage as well.” Ellie said as her husband placed the money in her hand. “And if we were lucky Lord Tobirama as well but I see I got that wrong.” She said with a pout. Ellie was rarely wrong when it came to guessing games. But she suddenly shifted to look behind Madara and Hashirama’s large frames. “But I’m assuming the large man, white hair, and facial markings running this way is Lord Tobirama?” She asked, causing Madara and Hashirama to turn. 

“Hashirama!” Tobirama growled as he approached. “You are clearly not getting lunch!”

“Tobirama, please, be calm. I’m just here greeting new people in Konoha. This is Y/N friends-Ellie and her husband Evan.” Hashirama smiled, trying to keep his brother calm. 

“No, you have work to do. And I’ll be damned if I do it myself. Will I have to drag you back to the office like a child, or will you act like an adult and walk?” Tobirama huffed. 

“Fiiiine.” Hashirama groaned, waving to them before following Tobirama.

“Is that normal?” Evan asked after the two brothers had left. 

“Yes. Hashirama is lazy when it comes to office work.” Madara huffed. “Disciplined in almost every aspect as a shinobi but a terrible flirt, gambler, and lazy with his paperwork. Truly awful.”

“I thought he was your best friend?” Y/N asked, finding his description rather funny.

“Yes, and? I can still be honest.” Madara pointed out. Ellie and Y/N laughed, much to Madara’s surprise. 

“That’s just how men see their best friends.” Evan said with a shrug. “Alexei is a great friend but he whines about anything and everything. It’s annoying.” 

They remained there talking about their trip until they began to notice a line of people waiting to meet with Madara and Y/N.

“We should get going, I’m sure there’s plenty of other people you have to greet. Once we’re settled you two must come over.” Ellie said, hugging Y/N tightly. “I’d hug you, but you don’t seem like much of a hugger.” She said to Madara, giving him a hard slap to his shoulder. He was honestly surprised at the strength behind it but Y/N had said she grew up on a farm. He could see what Y/N meant about Ellie being a wild child. She was more of a wild card than a child now.

“It was good to meet you. I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of each other.” Evan said, shaking Madara’s hand and patting Y/N on the top of her head. Madara wasn’t sure why it appeased him that the other man didn’t hug her.

Once the couple left, Madara and Y/N remained at the gate. Politely greeting those who entered. Though no one stopped to talk like Ellie and Evan had.

“Y/N!” A man called out, jogging towards them. Something inside him had Madara sizing the man up. He was probably close to Madara’s size-Tall, broad, and mostly likely strong. That’s where their similarities stopped- he had long blonde hair, brilliant blue eyes, an open smiling face, and a thick beard. They may be matched physically but Madara doubted the other man could match him as a shinobi. Probably a simple farm hand. Much to his surprise and sudden anger the man hugged Y/N, nearly lifting her up in his arms and spun her around. “Oh I’ve missed you. Beautiful as ever too.” Now that the man was closer, Madara could tell the man was younger, probably closer in age to Y/N. 

“Oh! Oh Itsuki, put me down. Enough of that. Itsuki put me down.” Her voice got sterner as she spoke, giving his shoulder a hit. Clearly they knew each other very well.

“Yes, ma’m.” He said easing her down, his hands moving along her sides and resting on her hips. His face was practically beaming. While Madara didn’t like being ignored on a good day, this was really raising his temper. 

He grabbed Y/N by her waist and pulled her back to his side. Most importantly out of Itsuki’s hold. Y/N didn’t resist, easily stepping out of the other man’s hold and back into Madara’s. That appeased him somewhat, but he still had a gut feeling this man would be trouble. 

“Hello, Itsuki was it? Madara Uchiha, Y/N’s husband to be.” Madara said firmly, his lips opened into a smile, forced and far from happy looking. It reminded Y/N of an animal’s snarl. He offered his hand, and squeezed when the young man took it. But much to his surprise the man didn’t back down, offering a just as strained smile and squeezed equally hard. Oh, Madara did not like this man. 

“The infamous Madara Uchiha.” He said neither man was willing to release the hand grasp. “It’s good to meet the elusive fiance, after what, twenty years? Y/N and I have been close friends since we were young. We met through Masumi, Ellie’s younger brother.” 

“Really? Close friends? She’s spoken about Ellie and Evan, a few other people. But funny she’s never mentioned you.” Madara said. Y/N finally pushed the two men apart, putting an end to their hand breaking contest. 

“Boys. Enough.” She warned looking between them, hand on each of their chest. “Itsuki is a good friend of Ellie’s younger brother, Masumi. We spent a lot of time together growing up. Ellie and I practically tied at the hip, same for Masumi and Itsuki.” She explained. Once the two men weren’t so close, she kept at Madara’s side. Even took his hand.

“That we did.” Itsuki nodded, grinning, his eyes never leaving Madara’s. Someone behind him cleared their throat- an older woman clearly waiting to speak with Madara and Y/N. “I should go. Hopefully I’ll see you around? I’m sure at Ellie’s at some point.” 

“Yes, that would be wise.” Madara nearly growled. He was tempted to flash his sharingan just to see the man’s reaction. 

It was silent between them after Itsuki left. With a steady stream of people still coming in, they didn’t have the chance to speak. Madara had so many questions and he was getting his answers as soon as they were home and alone.

//ooooooooo what will happen next???? Looking for 30 notes for chapter 7. I promise I won't wait so long for the next chapter, work has just taken over plus some recent birthdays plus a con this weekend! Anyone going to Siouxper Con??

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His Perfect Victim (Mickey Altieri x OC!Dahlia Levine)

Chapter Six: Textbook Victim (Mickey’s POV)

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Warnings: language, mentions of sex, stalking, stealing, mentions of murder, mentions of killing Dahlia, kissing, feelings, Mickey being a sick fuck, insight to Mickey’s obsession with Dahlia, mention of masturbation, etc

I know I said I was waiting till I finished chapter seven, but some of you are just so excited it makes me so happy to know that you guys love this series so far! Like, it means the world you don’t even know. So much love to everyone whose taking the time to read this series because man, it is so inspiring. Once again, big huge massive thank you to @bisexual-horror-fan for beta reading and editing this chapter dude! I really couldn’t do this without you. Love you a fuckton! <3

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Everything about her was utterly magnetic, but she had absolutely no idea of the impact she was having on me.

I knew why I was here, what my job was. If she knew what I was doing, she wouldn’t be happy with me, but I just can’t help myself. That’s the understatement of the fucking century, she’d hate me. Could I blame her if she did? No.

From the moment I saw her, I was enticed. I remembered before coming to Windsor College, seeing news articles about her and of course with what we had planned, I had to do my research.

It didn’t take me long to find out that Dahlia Levine was Stu Macher's cousin, though it took scouring through a lot of different websites and talking to some people obsessed with the Woodsboro murders to find out, as it hadn’t been in Gale Weathers shitty book. According to one guy, Dahlia’s family was insanely wealthy and paid off a fuck ton of people to protect their name and their image, but not their daughter. I’d seen a picture of her for the first time in one of the many chat rooms and God, she was beautiful. She was standing next to Stu in a family picture that had been almost entirely scrubbed from the internet, mid-laugh from something he himself had clearly said because the woman I assumed to be her mother did not look impressed by either of them.

She was fucking perfect. Too fucking perfect. I like to think I have an impressive vocabulary, but she makes it hard to find the words to describe her, nothing feels quite good enough.

I stared at that photo maybe a little too often, fisted my cock when looking into her big brown eyes and just like that, I needed her. I needed to kill her, slide the cold steel of my knife into her over and over again whilst looking into those damn brown eyes and watch the light fade out of them. I needed this more than I needed air to breathe, more than I wanted to kill Sidney fucking Prescott and her stupid group of fucking friends.

Then I saw her in person a few months before we were officially introduced.

I thought that this girl couldn’t be the same girl in the picture I’d been staring at all these months. Her eyes weren’t right, already lifeless, which honestly put me off. She never smiled, she never laughed. She hardly registered it when anyone acknowledged her. You know that phrase, lights on, nobody home? It’s like lights were off, and the house was abandoned, haunted by some barely there ghost.

I began subtly following her around campus, video camera in hand, deciding to track her. Although her days were basic, consisting of classes and visits to the library as well as the laundry room in her building, I felt myself becoming more and more connected to her over the weeks. I’d watch everything she did. I’d watch everything Randy and Sidney did too, but that was different, I didn’t have the same interest which I knew my predecessor's mother would not be at all happy about, but the fuck did I care? The killings wouldn’t be starting for a year and a half, and I needed a toy to entertain myself with.

But then? Oh, my fucking God, then I found out that Dahlia had died.

I’d been walking past the library where Sidney and Randy perched on the steps, talking to each other in clear yet hushed voices about the events of Woodsboro, which immediately caught my attention. I was good at hiding in plain sight, so I walked around the steps of the library and leaned against the wall, pulling a book out of my bag, so I could listen to Randy talk.

“She keeps saying she’s fine, Sid,” Randy had said, worried concern was evident in his tone, “But you’ve seen her, she’s not the same as before.”

“Well, are you surprised?” Sidney had whispered back, eyes locked on him as she said, “Stu did nothing, and she died-“ my brow suddenly creased, and my eyes narrowed as I listened on, “- after Billy stabbed her. Would you be okay if your cousin just stood by and let that happen?”

That just piqued my interest in her further.

Now, I can admit that I get a little… Obsessive, and at times it doesn’t come out in the best of ways. I’m usually able to channel that obsession, steal things that belong to the object of my extraordinary interests, but with her? It was never enough. Breaking into her dorm and stealing her notebooks? Her clothes? Her panties? Getting myself off to the thought of killing her with them clenched between my fingers? It was never enough. I had to know her, I needed to know her. I couldn’t stop thinking about how perfect she’d be, my perfect victim; the relative of one of the Ghostfaces who had not only died, but came back to life. What could be more ideal than that as a victim?

So I infiltrated myself into Sidney’s friend group, earlier than Nancy and I had initially discussed. Of course, she wasn’t happy, she thought I’d made myself “too available too fast” and they’d grow suspicious, but I don’t know if they were oblivious, in denial or just downright stupid because they pretty much welcomed me with open arms after I grew closer to Derek. I started talking to Randy in film class, playfully arguing about movies and cinema and harmlessly flirted with Hallie when I’d bump into her around campus, but she wasn’t who I wanted.

It was just like a game, like I was in my very own movie. It was fun, but I still wanted her, and I couldn’t help but wonder why she didn’t hang around with Sidney and Randy that often at the very least.

I’d seen her talking to Sidney whilst I was talking to some girl from my statistics class and I quickly brushed her off when their conversation ended, making her sigh irritably at my sudden lack of interest in her and flounce off in a huff, but I paid her no mind. Sid and I had plans for coffee, so when she waved to me, walking across the green I smiled at her as warmly as I could muster, reluctantly forcing my gaze away from Dahlia.

“Who was that?” I’d asked casually, gesturing loosely over to Dahlia’s retreating form headed for the library.

Sid glanced over her shoulder and I saw her smile sadly in her direction as she sighed, “That’s Dahlia.”

“That’s Dahlia?” I’d asked in careful surprise, ensuring my tone wasn’t overly fake. It was the first time I’d said her name out loud, and I couldn’t help but enjoy the way it rolled off my tongue, “You and Randy talk about her, but I wasn’t sure she was even real.”

“She’s…” Sid hesitated for a moment as she turned back to look at me before continuing, “Shy. She’s never quite moved on from what happened in Woodsboro, you know? It’s harder for her.”

“How come?” I asked, but of course I already knew.

Sidney pursed her lips, eyebrows furrowing a little as she briefly shook her head, clearly trying to change the subject, “It doesn’t matter. Are we getting coffee or what? Derek said he’s meeting us there.”

I ignored her attempt to divert the conversation, trying to keep my voice even as I continued, “You know, if she’s shy, maybe you should introduce her to us.” I suggested, walking alongside Sidney, whose face turned a little thoughtful. I grasped at straws and carried on, “Maybe her having friends that aren’t just you and Randy can help her move on, get her back to however she was before.”

Sidney looked up at me, head tilted a little to the side and her eyes narrowing. “What do you mean?”

“You said she never quite moved on from Woodsbro. And although I only saw her from a distance, she looked… Sad.” I replied smoothly. Damn, Sidney was a suspicious person. Of course, she had every right to be, but I knew I had to start being more careful. I couldn’t let the fact that I wanted Dahlia get in the way of my true purpose, from achieving what I was destined to achieve.

Shortly after, Sidney introduced Dahlia to everybody. And now, a few months later, here we were, Dahlia’s soft lips pressing against mine as she pulled herself up on her toes using my shoulders, and taking me completely by surprise.

I didn’t know what to do, I just froze. This wasn’t what I expected, not at all. I didn’t have feelings for people. I fucked them, sure, falling into bed or being on a couch, making them believe I was into them, sliding deep inside a soaked hole and taking advantage of vulnerability, being inside a person but not letting them back in was natural to me. I flirted, of course, led people on, played the game and enjoyed pulling people like puppets on strings, but her? Being here, feeling her warm soft body pressed against mine, tasting her, smelling her coconut scented shampoo, it was different. I felt my heart thud in my chest, felt the reserve of my confidence begin to fade.

Fuck, she had me already. It took a moment, but I kissed her back slowly, my hands pulling her closer to me by her hips. I felt her breath hitch slightly, and I couldn’t help but smile against her, my fingers moving to trail up the curve of her spine and leaving goosebumps in its wake.

She wasn’t a bad kisser, she just seemed so sweetly inexperienced, it was fucking intoxicating. God, I wanted to fucking teach her. I wanted to show her just how good her life could be until the day I inevitably ended it.

Something seemed to snap and quickly change inside of her as she suddenly stiffened before gasping into my mouth and gently pushing me away from her, pulling back with her eyes wide in horror and embarrassment as she looked at me and took a few steps back. Her hands falling to her side as she looked at my very evidently dumbstruck face, “I’m sorry! Oh my God, that was so stupid, I am so sorry!”

She began rambling, fast and almost incoherent as a stream of apologies left her, almost tumbling over each other in their haste to be expressed. I shook my head, unable to stop the amused smile taking over my face as I looked over her.

Her cheeks were stained a gorgeous pink, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how I could twist it, pink bleeds instead to the red inside of her, the scarlet that pumps through her veins, pushing, making her draw breath and live, would be even more beautiful, staining the steel of my knife. Fuck, she’d be absolutely ideal.

“Dahlia,” I spoke her name first, a pause followed before I asked quietly, making her eyes flicker up to mine before they fell on the ground again, “Was that your first kiss?”

She let out a small scoff, but her cheeks flushed even deeper and said nothing. Could this be any more perfect? The plan started churning endlessly in my mind. The potential future of us stretches out before me as if on endless spools of film reel, rolling in every which way, so many scenes, how many could be acted out? How many would make the cutting room floor?

I never pretended to be a good person, I’m not. Truthfully, I like Dahlia. I like how I was the only person able to bring back the fire she used to have inside of her, not even that fucking idiot Randy could do that, and they had been friends for years. Though, I really think he wants more, but that’s too fucking bad for him. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone as much as I want her. Looking at her, just so beautiful, so fucking vulnerable and pure, is when I knew.

It wasn’t like with Billy and Sidney, I didn’t hate Dahlia, I didn’t want revenge for anything. I like her, perhaps too much. I don’t know how to distinguish between liking or loving someone and obsession, to me the two were like two sides of the same coin. But there is one similar thing I did share with Billy.

I was going to have her, strip her from all the remaining innocence she had. Touch her, taste her, heal her, fuck the life right back into her before I thought it was time to take all of it away. I want to tear her apart. I want to piece her back together, fix her just to ruin her, be the one to end her, finish the job Billy fucking Loomis couldn’t.

The one thing, though, is she has to die. I don’t want to kill her for any reason but to fulfill her destiny and make people see her for who she is.

The absolute perfect, textbook victim. My fucking victim. She’d be immortalized, is that not what everyone wants?

“It’s okay, Dahl.” I laughed, taking a step toward her. She didn’t move, and her eyes refused to meet mine as I continued, “You want to pretend like it didn’t happen, that’s fine, we can carry on just being friends.”

This made her eyes look up into mine, so deep, warm brown like when the sun filters through leaves on trees in autumn before they fall and innocent it made my head spin, “Is that what you want? Do you really think we can be just friends?” She asked in a small voice. She looked so… innocent. If I’m being honest, she was utterly endearing. Her big brown eyes looked like pools of honey in the remaining light, deep and enticing.

The sun was beginning to set now, how long had we been out here? There wasn’t really anyone on the green anymore, just a few stragglers that may as well have been pieces of trash for all the attention I was giving them.

How should I play this?

“Honestly, I don’t think you and I are ever going to be “just friends”, Dahl.” I said truthfully, fingers raising in air quotations.

I heard her swallow, and she lightly shrugged her shoulders with a sigh, “I don’t know you, Mickey. Not really. Can’t we just forget it happened?”

Fuck, I loved the way she said my name. It sounded like music to my ears, and I couldn’t help but imagine her moaning and panting it into my ear. This girl was driving me fucking insane, yet she had absolutely no idea.

“No.” I responded simply, unable to stop looking at her lips as I took another step forward, hands moving to rest on her hips. Again, she didn’t move, but now her eyes were on me, like she was unable to look away from me too.

Chapter Seven HERE